Chapter Text
Red was moping, chin in their hand, staring listlessly out the front of the command center, watching the ship drift at a brisk clip through the stars, not even an obstacle in sight to distract them from their own misery. A part of them was just waiting for Pink to call in and find out what a wreckage the ship was in. Their days as captain were numbered. Afterall, they had dumped the Ore+.
Things had wound down on the ship and Green was lurking god knows where. The three of them had come to an uneasy truce. Purple had been the one to talk Green into it, reasoning that Mira farming more impostors intentionally or not, would only bring them stiffer competition, and less kills.
So it ended up Green wouldn't kill them, and in turn, Red and Purple would help them get to the bottom of this whole Mira proliferating impostors thing. And if Green stepped even a toe out of line, they would dissolve them in salt water.
Fine. Good. Great.
Except weeks had passed since the truce had been struck and Purple was still mad at them. Part of it, Red sensed, was frustration at themselves, the situation with Green still being alive, and well— among them. Part of it, though, was definitely their past and shared history with Red.
Red knew they'd messed up. Not just then, but now too, acting like Purple had owed them something when honestly, deep down Red knew—
"Huh, funny, I thought you'd be gaming again," Green's cheery voice sounded from somewhere behind them, making Red jump and straighten up at the controls. "Who knew all it took was losing most of your crew for you to behave like a proper captain."
"Get lost," Red hissed. Because the last thing they needed was Green's needling right now.
"Aw, still sore Purple's mad at you? It'll pass. At least the silent treatment will. But you know them. Sure can hold a grudge," Green said with a rueful chuckle.
"I said sorry," Red said miserably.
"Sure, sure," Green said agreeably, nodding emphatically. Too agreeably. Honestly, Red hated the way this guy made them feel worse even when they were agreeing with them. "Give it time. If you really mean it, you'll get the opportunity to prove yourself."
That sounded ominous. Red wanted to question Green more on that but their sight drifted to the locked door.
"How did you even get in here?"
"How do you think? The vent. Duh!" Green teased and Red could feel their growing irritation, hands digging into the arm rests of their chair.
"Uh huh, of course. And what do you want?"
"I'm bored!" Green declared with a shrug and a little head tilt. "I was hoping one of you wouldn't be moping."
"Yeah well, maybe if you hadn't murdered my whole crew—"
"I left you your favorite, and hey," here Green's voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. "They just might be my favorite too," Green smirked at them, a glint on their visor. God, they weren't sorry at all. Red suppressed a groan of frustration.
"Then why aren't you bugging Purps!" they exclaimed.
"Purps keeps a spray bottle of salt water near them at all times and tells me they'll use it if they come across me twice in an hour," Green said, voice growing a little petulant.
"Yeesh," Red said, feeling slightly better about their own predicament. Purps was mad at Red, but at least they weren't that mad.
Green shrugged.
"They'll get over it. Your kind needs intraspecies contact. They'll crack and come lurking for company, just wait," Green said, self-assured.
"Yeah, so in the meantime, you're bugging me," Red said flatly, suppressing the urge to spin themself back around. Red wasn't sure yet how much they trusted the impostor. They knew despite their reluctant truce, Purple didn't. And Purple had been right about a lot of things lately, most things.
"I don't see a spray bottle," Green said coyly.
"I'm sure we have more in the supply closet," Red grunted, folding their arms across their chest.
"Aw, c'mon, don't be like that. I just wanted to have a little fun with my captain is all," Green's voice was dropping to a low purr and Red got an itching, tingling sense of where this was going. Their gaze once again drifted to the locked door of the cockpit.
"What makes you think I want anything to do with you?"
"Aw, ouch! Haha. You don't have to want lil' ol' me at all! We could… roleplay a little?" Here Green's voice took a suggestive turn. And yep, Red knew exactly where this was going now, right of a cliff in flames along with the rest of their dignity.
"Screw off Green. Or whatever you call yourself," Red said, and this time they did turn around, because maybe if they ignored Green long enough, they'd decide to go entertain themselves or try Purple again. Whatever.
"Aw, don't be like that Red," a voice cooed. But this time it wasn't Green's voice. It was softer, more familiar. Purple's.
"Don't," Red hissed, as they grasped the arms of their chair tighter.
"It will be fun," Purple's voice was getting closer. "If you just, close your eyes and imagine. Let me do the work. Wouldn't you like that?"
Red held their breath a moment, debating. Purple would hate them, never forgive them if they knew. But Purple wasn't here. And they hadn't spoken to Red in nearly two weeks. It was getting to them. Red wanted, no needed— even just a little—
And like that, Red felt their resolve crumble.
"You won't tell them?" Red asked, voice tentative.
"Won't tell a soul," the voice came again, a hint of Green's usual voice mixing in with Purple's.
Red closed their eyes and let out a shaky breath. They felt their chair turning around slowly.
"I thought so, there's a good captain," Purple's voice said, slight derision in the tone, a mean little laugh following. Something molten and hot was pooling in Red's gut, a throbbing urging need. They can imagine Purple's hands on their face, tilting it up, letting their lips meet, parting gently as Purple's tongue darts in, just a taste—
There's a beat of silence then Red felt it, a tug on their zipper. It's being pulled all the way down, whining as it went . Red feels the cool air of the ship on their body and it elicits a shiver.
"Hmm, reactive," Purple's voice mused. "Tell me captain, when's the last time someone's touched you like this?"
"Don't go there," Red commanded, wincing as flashes of memory remind them of their last encounter.
When Green spoke it was with their own voice again.
"Oh, touchy! Okay then. Let's see if I can guess: It's been a while."
Red is resolutely silent.
"Silence is it's own kind of answer, you know."
"Do you ever shut up?" Red said, and then thrust their hips up pointedly.
"Oh, desperate! Just so you're not tempted to ruin the illusion, I'm going to blindfold you, okay?" No, it probably wasn't okay and this was a stupid, terrible idea.
"Just get on with it," Red grunted. They feel something soft draped around their eyes, then deft hands make quick work of tying off the material so it sits snug on their face.
Then a weight is pressing down on Red's lap, hands are pushing them back into their chair. Green is heavy, unnaturally so.
"You're gonna crush me," Red wheezed.
"Oop, sorry," Green said brightly. The weight on Red's lap does alleviate though and Red lets out a relieved sigh.
Probing fingers trace downwards, far, far down, into their boxers. Red felt a hand brush their dick, give it a languid pump that has them groaning brokenly.
"You're killing me," Red complained.
"How did I know you'd be impatient?" Purple's voice laughed back at them, cruel and mocking and the sound of it has Red's face flushing and their nether regions ache with want, while another part of them just feels boneless, weak. Red just wants to lie back and let Purple take what they want. They can have all of them, if they'll just look at Red again.
"Some captain you are. Haven't you heard? Good things come to those with a little restraint."
Those fingers are stroking at Red's entrance now. The room is quiet except for the schlick, schlick, schlick of Green's fingers working at their entrance, not pushing inside, just rubbing the folds, eliciting delicious sparks of pleasure and noises that only get slicker and wetter as they go. Green's other hand is on Red's arm, a grounding, stabilizing presence. But they want more.
"Just put something inside," Red meant for it to come out demanding, but it came out a wobbling whine.
They're met with an amused chuckle.
"No prep?" Purple's voice teased them again.
"Does it sound like I need prep?" Red shot back.
"Sound isn't a good indicator." Two fingers were pushing inside Red, providing some relief for that needy itching burn in their genitals. Green scissored them for a moment, humming in approval at the give they felt. The stretch feels even better, and Red tries to tamp down any more noises. Green was probably going to be insufferable about this as it was.
"I think I can work with this though. Someone plays with themselves quite often, hmm? You little hedon," Purple's voice is laughing right in their ear, and then there's a hot lick on Red's neck that has them releasing something like a strangled squeal.
"I knew you'd be noisy," Purple murmured.
"Hah," Red allows themselves, and turned their face to the sound of Purple's voice. Lips meet theirs and the kiss quickly turns filthy, Green's tongue pressing in and laving itself over Red's own.
Green's fingers are working Red over faster, and then they're crooking them, massaging that part of Red that is so good and molten with pleasure and Red was spreading their legs and breaking the kiss to moan wantonly now. Red feels something sharp graze their neck but is too lost in their pleasure to question it. All of a sudden, Green was pulling their fingers out, leaving Red a shaking, sputtering mess.
"Asshole!" Red cried.
"You really are too easy, there's almost no sport to it," Green's voice is layering in with Purple's.
"Can you shut up?!" Red tried to demand, but their tone is still soft and doesn't have that edge they want. "Let's just get this over with already. I don't have all day."
"That's right because you have so much important captain business to get up to, don't you?" Green teased.
"Fuck you," Red spat.
"I'm just playing with you, were you always this sensitive?"
"Either you get on with it, or get out," Red snarled, and found they meant it. They were about three seconds away from ripping off the blindfold and trying to strangle Green with it.
"Okaaay, but if it hurts don't blame me," Purple's voice singsonged at them.
The pressure of Green sitting on them alleviates and instead Red feels their legs being pushed apart as they're hips are angled slightly up. The whole movement is so sudden, Red is gripping the arms of their chair again for dear life, feeling self conscious about the position and wondering if maybe they should call this whole thing off. But then something is at their entrance, wet and textured, and— what even is that?!
Red doesn't know, but before they can even try and visualize it, it's pushing inside them. There's a softness to it that isn't like anything attached to a normal crewmate. But after a little resistance and a slight thrust from Green, it's in Red and then it's wriggling, worming it's way deeper and it's not bad but it is weird, ridged and knobbly and—
"Ahhh," Red moaned, letting their mouth fall open.
"Hah, you're so easy," Purple's voice laughed.
Lips were pressed on Red's own. The kiss went normally for all of two seconds before Red was feeling way too much tongue. Red's jaw was aching from how their jaw feels pushed apart to the max and whatever is inside their mouth is squirming too.
Green was all but invading their mouth, and of course that's when Green also started to work their hips in earnest, thrusting into Red. The resulting sensations from the weird thing inside them creates a burning pleasure that only builds and builds with each thrust have Red's mind fading to staticky white noise as the weird texture of whatever part of Green is inside of them is rubbing in all the right ways. Wet squelches were sounding with each rough thrust along with Red's muffled moans. The chair was pushed all the way back against the console now, and Red could hear it clack with the force of each of Green's thrusts.
It was fast, way too fast, but Red could feel their orgasm coming, had known it was going to come painfully soon as soon as Green had first started playing with their slit. Green was pulling off the kiss and out of their mouth, moving back down to Red's neck, pressing open mouth kisses that again had that edge of a prickle to them. Red didn't care.
"I'm gunna- I gotta- I- I-" Red is incoherent, but Purple has them anyways, thrusting rougher and faster and oh it's good, it's so good, Red is wrapping their legs around Purple, squirming their hips in time with the thrusts, relishing in the drag of them inside them—
"There's my captain, cum for me," Purple was whispering in their ear, their arms shifting from their grip on the arm chair down to Red's hips forcing them to meet their thrusts and Red is a mess, slumped down, legs spread, nearly bent in half, their hat drooped precariously low across their face.
"Haaah, ough, AH, ah," Red was moaning and then they can feel the pleasure crest as they squeezed around Purple inside them.
"Ah oh, Red," Purple said, voice coming out breathy, soft.
They sounded terribly pleased with Red. Oh man, Red would do anything to keep hearing them talk to them that way. Soft, whispered. Back when Purple used to trust them with things, and tell them things, and laugh at their dumb jokes— and— a-and—
"Purps," Red groaned, their head spinning and full of a pleasant cotton haze.
"Redsie," they heard Purple moan back.
Just like that everything good evaporated. Green must have felt Red stiffen, because they were pulling back, coming out of Red's slit with a few wet noises. Red wilted a little internally feeling the warmth of another body recede so quickly.
"Too much?" Green asked.
Red was silent a long moment clearly pulling their mental faculties together.
"You actually got the nickname right," Red grumbled tiredly, hands going to fumble with the blindfold tied around their eyes.
They got it off and found themselves once again looking at Green, who was watching them keenly, looking just about the same as ever, bar a couple new dark stains on their jumpsuit from their "activities". Red reached down to pull up their zipper, trying to regain a semblance of— What? Authority? Dignity? Respect?
"Only thing is Purps hasn't called me that since— you know."
"Like I said, they can hold a grudge," Green shrugged. "They'll get over it to some degree. At least enough to put up with you for the rest of the trip. Boop!" Green had bent forward to pull Red's hat down.
"Hey!" Red complained, but when they had pushed the brim of their hat back up, Green was gone, the vent clattering down after them.
Somehow, Red was feeling worse than before, a cocktail of guilt, yearning, and discomfort quickly taking the soft, rosy edge off their post orgasm bliss. They swiveled their chair around, going back to staring out the front of the ship.