The sun’s in the middle of the sky when you stop to give Maplehoof a break. Zahhak goes to sit down but you stop him with your sword aimed at his throat.
“You’re a shitty fighter.”
His muscles flex, “That is incorrect. I have bested many tough opponents.”
“You’ve got strength, sure, but your application of it is conventional and uninspired. I kicked your ass back there.”
He bars his teeth, sweat beads at his forehead. “Your language is atrocious.”
“Your subject diversion is atrocious,” you lower the blade, “Stand up and I’ll teach you how the fuck it’s done.”
You think you might have heard him growl, “Do not tell me what to do, human, you and your elementary tactics are beneath me.”
“Stand up,” you demand.
He’s shaking, “I have no need for fighting. My purpose is to build robots for the defense.”
“Stand the fuck up, now.”
You’re not touching him but you feel the shudder that courses through his body. He’s perspiring heavier than before as he obeys your order. Jake comes over, eating an apple that he stole from Maplehoof’s sack.
“Ah, showing the delinquent a little what-for are you, Dirk?”
You ignore him and attack Zahhak. He pulls the same moves that he did yesterday and he’s on the ground in less than a minute.
“Hey guess what, asshole,” you stand over him and place your foot on his throat. He keens. “Self defense classes are great but you’re not supposed to fight like there’s an exam around the fuckin’ corner. Mix it up, surprise me. Or you’ll be on the ground again.”
He grabs your foot and launches you away. You barely save yourself from tumbling to the ground. Jake wants to interfere but you hold up your hand.
He’s better during the next fight but he’s thinking too hard. Not working on instinct. He contemplates his moves, analyzes yours too slowly, winds up on the ground. But this time he hooks his legs around yours and takes you with him when he falls.
The wind is knocked out of you as you land on his chest but you don’t let it show, “I’m getting the feeling that you like being beneath me, Zahhak.”
There’s a noise in the back of his throat that you just barely catch between the rushing in your ears. You grab his hands and pin them above his head.
“Get off me.”
You dig your nails into his skin, “No.”
His eyes roll to the back of his head.
“This is depraved.”
“But you like it like that, don’t you?”
He groans.
“Tell me you like it like that.”
“Strider…?”
You didn’t hear him approach but suddenly Jake’s hand is on your back. His eyes are wide as you stare at each other and he understands more than you’d like him to.
He pulls you off Zahhak and you follow, squeezing his hand when he squeezes yours but entirely ignoring the question in his eyes.
You stop a few more times that day, all of them your fault. You engage Zahhak in surprise battles and he manages to suck a lot less than he did when you first found him. You attempt to get information out of him a few times but he riles you up too much and you find that you can’t retain a levelheaded composure when he’s around. So you make sure to punch him as frequently as possible.
Before you’re about to rest for the night Jake grabs your arm.
“It’s getting out of hand,” he says.
You gnaw at the inside of your mouth, “Be direct, English, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Of course you do. You always know,” he’s whispering and fuck it all you lean into him. He smiles, “I just… I hope you know what you’re doing.”
You blink at the sunset.
You have no fucking clue what you’re doing.
Jake left to search the parameters for potential enemies but you know that’s horseshit. He’s not coming back for awhile. Your heart thuds in your chest as you stare at Zahhak. He’s tense, ready for a battle if you so initiate.
So you do.
But neither of you are really into it so you crash to the ground and bite at his neck until you find his lips.
He submits completely beneath you and your head is spinning.
“Keep your hands above your head.”
He does.
“Tell me how fuckin’ rad my robots are.”
He does.
“Grab my dick.”
He does.
When it’s all over you’re both panting and exhausted and you feel fuckin’ disgusted with yourself. His face reads similarly and he wipes your blood off his chin.
You tell him to leave.
He does.
Jake wakes you up and you’re in the same position that you were in last night. He wets a cloth and dabs it against your swollen lips. You make a point of trying to push him away but it’s fruitless and you end up leaning against him as he kisses your temple.
Maplehoof takes you back to the camp and it’s empty. There’s no blood, no sign of a struggle. It was a willing departure.
Jake looks around like he’s trying to find the Holy Grail. Eventually he stops with his hands on his hips.
“Well, I guess we’ll just have to get on their trail lickety-split! It’ll be another adventure, eh Strider?”
Re: FILL: TEAM BRO<3GRANDPA
The sun’s in the middle of the sky when you stop to give Maplehoof a break. Zahhak goes to sit down but you stop him with your sword aimed at his throat.
“You’re a shitty fighter.”
His muscles flex, “That is incorrect. I have bested many tough opponents.”
“You’ve got strength, sure, but your application of it is conventional and uninspired. I kicked your ass back there.”
He bars his teeth, sweat beads at his forehead. “Your language is atrocious.”
“Your subject diversion is atrocious,” you lower the blade, “Stand up and I’ll teach you how the fuck it’s done.”
You think you might have heard him growl, “Do not tell me what to do, human, you and your elementary tactics are beneath me.”
“Stand up,” you demand.
He’s shaking, “I have no need for fighting. My purpose is to build robots for the defense.”
“Stand the fuck up, now.”
You’re not touching him but you feel the shudder that courses through his body. He’s perspiring heavier than before as he obeys your order. Jake comes over, eating an apple that he stole from Maplehoof’s sack.
“Ah, showing the delinquent a little what-for are you, Dirk?”
You ignore him and attack Zahhak. He pulls the same moves that he did yesterday and he’s on the ground in less than a minute.
“Hey guess what, asshole,” you stand over him and place your foot on his throat. He keens. “Self defense classes are great but you’re not supposed to fight like there’s an exam around the fuckin’ corner. Mix it up, surprise me. Or you’ll be on the ground again.”
He grabs your foot and launches you away. You barely save yourself from tumbling to the ground. Jake wants to interfere but you hold up your hand.
He’s better during the next fight but he’s thinking too hard. Not working on instinct. He contemplates his moves, analyzes yours too slowly, winds up on the ground. But this time he hooks his legs around yours and takes you with him when he falls.
The wind is knocked out of you as you land on his chest but you don’t let it show, “I’m getting the feeling that you like being beneath me, Zahhak.”
There’s a noise in the back of his throat that you just barely catch between the rushing in your ears. You grab his hands and pin them above his head.
“Get off me.”
You dig your nails into his skin, “No.”
His eyes roll to the back of his head.
“This is depraved.”
“But you like it like that, don’t you?”
He groans.
“Tell me you like it like that.”
“Strider…?”
You didn’t hear him approach but suddenly Jake’s hand is on your back. His eyes are wide as you stare at each other and he understands more than you’d like him to.
He pulls you off Zahhak and you follow, squeezing his hand when he squeezes yours but entirely ignoring the question in his eyes.
You stop a few more times that day, all of them your fault. You engage Zahhak in surprise battles and he manages to suck a lot less than he did when you first found him. You attempt to get information out of him a few times but he riles you up too much and you find that you can’t retain a levelheaded composure when he’s around. So you make sure to punch him as frequently as possible.
Before you’re about to rest for the night Jake grabs your arm.
“It’s getting out of hand,” he says.
You gnaw at the inside of your mouth, “Be direct, English, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Of course you do. You always know,” he’s whispering and fuck it all you lean into him. He smiles, “I just… I hope you know what you’re doing.”
You blink at the sunset.
You have no fucking clue what you’re doing.
Jake left to search the parameters for potential enemies but you know that’s horseshit. He’s not coming back for awhile. Your heart thuds in your chest as you stare at Zahhak. He’s tense, ready for a battle if you so initiate.
So you do.
But neither of you are really into it so you crash to the ground and bite at his neck until you find his lips.
He submits completely beneath you and your head is spinning.
“Keep your hands above your head.”
He does.
“Tell me how fuckin’ rad my robots are.”
He does.
“Grab my dick.”
He does.
When it’s all over you’re both panting and exhausted and you feel fuckin’ disgusted with yourself. His face reads similarly and he wipes your blood off his chin.
You tell him to leave.
He does.
Jake wakes you up and you’re in the same position that you were in last night. He wets a cloth and dabs it against your swollen lips. You make a point of trying to push him away but it’s fruitless and you end up leaning against him as he kisses your temple.
Maplehoof takes you back to the camp and it’s empty. There’s no blood, no sign of a struggle. It was a willing departure.
Jake looks around like he’s trying to find the Holy Grail. Eventually he stops with his hands on his hips.
“Well, I guess we’ll just have to get on their trail lickety-split! It’ll be another adventure, eh Strider?”
You roll your eyes, “Sure thing, babe.”
And there you go. You’re always moving on.