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Prisonstuck IX

[By this point, it's been a few weeks since he's been with Dualscar, and he's adjusted to it. The seadweller doesn't always stay at the hive, which is understandable. Someone of his caste is expected to stay busy. Each time he returns, the Psiioniic nearly clings to him, wanting to hear news- or even lack of it- concerning his three friends.]

[Besides that, on his own, the Psiioniic mostly sticks to the library. Occasionally he explores the large hive again, wondering if anything has changed. It's a calm routine. For someone like him, it nearly feels unnatural.]

[...Which is quite possibly one reason explaining why, one night, he manages to get a hold of yellow dye and interrupts a drone on laundry duty. The next night, and it's done.]

[A bored rebel psionic was a disaster just waiting.]

[By now, he's stayed in the kitchen, idly chattering at his drone as he watches the kitchen worker make breakfast. It's almost like he's entirely forgotten about his little prank.]

[Which he hasn't, but he needs something to do to pass the time until it's discovered.]

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[Hands on his horns? He can deal with that. The energy jerks and travels to Dualscar's investigative fingers, curling around them in multiple loops of red and blue. Smirking against the fin, he pops a kiss against it.]

I thaw Eth convince a thubjugglator to give up the paint. If that can happen, you can change.

[Pressing closer, he feels their chests bump together. He's practically in the other's lap now.]

Eheheheh, you know, if you change, I can do a lot more with thethe 'lightsthowth' than you'd think...

[Dualscar looks up as he feels energy encircle his fingers, and he watches it for a moment, rapt at the way it's coiling around them and moving right through the thin webbing between them. There's no pain.]

Maybe... maybe I've already started to?

[That question is hopeful, almost wistful. And he has no problem with the Psiioniic crawling into his lap.]

Wwait, wwhat?

[Consider his attention completely snared!]

Like wwhat? Wwhat else can you do?

[Just hearing even that slight admission is enough to soothe some of the Psiioniic's frazzled nerves, and he smiles, just for a second. They're getting somewhere. Maybe just an inch or two, but that's still... somewhere, right?]

[The gentle smile quickly turns devious, and he leans back, legs just slightly hooking around Dualscar's body so that he can avoid falling backwards. Psionic energy goes through Dualscar's hair, ruffling it like any set of hands would do.]

You only know what my kind can do for boring work. No one ever thinksth of what fun we can have...

[Well, some highbloods do, but Dualscar decides to not bring that up. Instead, he looks up, as if he's expecting to see the Psiioniic's hands in his hair, then grins rakishly.]

Go on...

[Oh no, those flesh and blood hands are still right against his shoulders and arms, giving the Psiioniic a nice... firm... grip. His tongue slips out from between his fangs as he grins, all teasing. More of those faint ghostly touches go against Dualscar's skin, lightly pulling at his clothing, brushing against his fins. As if the Psiioniic has hands everywhere.]

Well, let me tell you, I don't need ropeth or chainth or thpethial toyth to really get thomeone all hot and bothered. Imagine thith touch of mine going jutht a little...

[Energy from his fingertips begins to trail down Dualscar's chest, spreading against each defined muscle appreciatively, and further still-]

[And then a certain drone begins to wiggle beneath the Psiioniic's arm and cling to his side.]

[Sorry, Dualscar, you are being ignored as Psii twists away to fuss over the shaking drone.]

I forgot about you! Thorry, I bet you aren't uthed to high level thyonicsth being tothed around, huh?

[Pulling his legs away from Dualscar, the Psiioniic begins to pat and croon to the scared drone, reassuring it.]

[Dualscar hums appreciatively, arching into the crackling touches, feeling the energy all over his skin. This is good, this is beautiful, this is...]

[Wwhat?]

[Oh, you've got to be kidding...]

[There's no way this is happening.]

[THERE'S NO WAY THIS IS HAPPENING!]

[How much would a new drone cost, because seriously...]

[... no, he can't do anything to the drone. The Psiioniic would probably rip him apart with his lightshows if he tried.]

[All right, fine, he won't do anything to the drone. But all those affectionate, comforting headpats he gave it earlier? He's taking those back.]

[Fuck you, drone.]

[FUCK]

[YOU!]

[Dualscar rearranges himself, pulling one knee up and towards his chest and rocking back on one hand. He bumps an orange when he moves, and he picks it up and rolls it towards the Psiioniic and the drone.]

Give it that.

[There's no hiding the irritation in his voice.]

It'll probably help, yeah.

[Patting the drone on the head, the Psiioniic continues to coo and click. The sounds and the familiar task of the orange seem to calm the drone down enough, and it curls against his chest. With that settled, he glances back at Dualscar and grins, just a little sly. Energy slowly drags up Dualscar's leg to his knee, like a teasing finger.]

Are you jealouth of it?

[Yes.]

[Dualscar doesn't answer, just glares, although his expression softens a bit when he feels that energy drag up his leg. His knee tilts outward a bit, exposing more of his crotch, and it becomes glaringly obvious that he was enjoying what they were doing earlier.]

Don't do your lightshowws if they're going to scare it again.

I jutht did too much before. It'll get over it with a little time.

[Amused, the Psiioniic continues to stroke the drone's head but doesn't take his eyes off of Dualscar. The energy begins to lazily curl around one knee before arching down to the other. It's light and fleeting against the inside of Dualscar's thigh.]

We never did finith latht time, you know.

[Dualscar watches the light flicker across his thighs, and damn if he isn't opening his legs further. Once again, it crosses his mind about how he should be scared, but somehow just... isn't.]

I remember.

[He glances up, meeting the Psiioniic's eyes.]

Do you... wwant to try again?

[Turning back to the drone, the Psiioniic leans his head down and nudges his head against its own. A few clicks and pets, and the drone is on shaky feet, trotting towards the exit. As it leaves, the Psiioniic begins to crawl back towards Dualscar. His psionics aren't idle; they stroke along the fin on his back and pet the side of his face, indulgent and gentle.]

Would you be ready for it thith time?

[Dualscar almost answers immediately--yes, yes, yes!--but he forces his words down and really thinks about it.]

I think... if you wwent sloww and... and gave me time.... yeah. Yeah, I think I'm ready.

[This time, it's the Psiioniic's real hand that traces against Dualscar's jaw. He kisses him softly and rests their foreheads together. Slow. He can do that. He can do that easily.]

Undreth me firtht, then. Feel free to touch me. If it hurtsth, I'll thtop you, alright?

Uh... okay.

[Dualscar reaches up, his hands shaking just a little, and takes hold of the Psiioniic's tunic, near the collar. He carefully undoes the buttons, the pads of his fingers brushing over smooth gray skin, and his breath quickens in his chest.]

You're... you're so comfortable being naked.

[Is that just the slightest wistful hint in his voice? Nah, probably your imagination.]

I'm jutht uthed to it. You can't afford to be timid when you thare a hive and a recuperacoon, or are traveling all the time.

[There's just a slight shiver as he feels those fingers brush against his skin, and he lightly touches Dualscar's fin with his own.]

You're doing good, 22. You're good.

[Dualscar smirks, just a little, and leans in to kiss the Psiioniic's neck.]

You haven't seen anything yet.

[Emboldened by the compliment, he slides one hand into the Psiioniic's tunic, ghosting his hand over the other troll's chest.]

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