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"I wish I placed a piano in this lobby... my hands are getting real rusty," Chance mentioned as they stared at their fingers.
"First your gambling machines and now a whole piano?" Elliot deadpanned, putting his hand on his waist.
A round just ended, and most of the survivors were gathered around the lobby.
"Is it just me, or do I feel weird?"
Poof!
A cartoonish cloud of smoke appeared around Elliot's legs as... nothing changed. Aside from a few stains on his shirt.
"Wha— Wait, woah..."
Chance stepped back unconsciously, "What the— you sound different, Ell."
"Do.. do I?" Elliot laughed nervously, more confused than anything.
One day, he was at the pizzeria, the next day, he was here.
It was so strange... the memories came flooding in. The bright car lights before he got hit... waking up in this place... meeting all these people, and making up with... that hacker.
Even then, it felt like it happened in the span of a day— even though its been... almost a year of him being here.
It felt like... it wasn't his memories.
"Yeah, so much different." A flash of realization hit Chance's mind, "What... what tricks is the Spectre playing on us now?
"Woah nice jacket Seven!"
"What the fuck?"
Shedletsky, Guest, Noob, Taph, and 007n7 were circled beside the fireplace.
Elliot turned around to see the same, pink glasses and black jacket. The notorious 007n7 that burned down his pizza place.
"...Why did I forgive that asshole?" Elliot muttered under his breath. Turning back to Chance, he apologized, "Sorry, sorry. Can I, uhm, just have some alone time? I think I need some time to process this.
"Yeah, no worries. Your room is the cabin right in front of this one, there should be a sign inside that has your name."
"Thanks!... er, Chance..? Thank you, I'll be going now."
— (change in POV)
007n7 blinked. Four different people were staring at him, which was a bit weird.
What's more weird is that he was coding just a day ago, then he's here.
007n7 leaned to his right as his eyes laid on a specific person.
"Isn't that the puppet Telamon controls?" 007n7 whispers to the person beside him, he narrowed his eyes in suspicion.
The gears clicked in his head as he realized, "Oh shit thats the puppet Telamon controls!" he whisper yelled, not exactly trying to be subtle.
"My bad uh... emo guy, gotta run!" 007n7 looked to who he whispered to, a man with a black robe and gold outlines who looked back at him in confusion.
007n7 scrambled off the couch and out the front door.
The air outside was nothing short of ominous. He expected a city, a forest, anything but a row of a bunch of cabins.
"...Where the fuck am I?"
All the cabin doors were closed, except for one that was right in front of the cabin he came out of.
"Well that's convenient."
—
007n7 twisted the knob, and stepped into the dark room.
It was lit by a apple scented candle on the dresser beside the room.
007n7 scoffed, "Coward. Can't even sleep without a nightlight."
Once the coast was clear, 007n7 stepped inside, scanning the basic looking room. It was decorated with small handcrafted gifts that were seemingly gifted from the other survivors.
There were cards, embroided pieces of cloth, and—
The door behind him creaked ever so slightly before it shut.
Click!
Turning around, he wasn't expecting much until he saw a flash of red and yellow before getting tackled down.
His head hit the floor as he felt Elliot tug at his collar.
"What are you doing here." Elliot positioned himself on top, glaring at 007n7 as if he was an intruder— he was, but that's besides the point.
"Oh y'know, was just exploring! What, a guy can't get curious?" 007n7 shrugged carelessly.
"Exploring does not mean breaking into my room."
"How am I supposed to know its your room!?" 007n7 raised his hands up defensively.
"Wh— there's a big sign on my door that says 'Elliot'— you have glasses as well!"
"Does it look like I give a fuck? maybe its just habit, I dunno," 007n7 muttered, not even trying to lie properly.
"...Habit of breaking into someone's room?" Elliot asked, more confused than angry despite 007n7's attempt at ragebaiting.
"Woah, pipe down there princess, you're so close to my face you might as well kiss me." Okay, not the direction he wanted to go in, but whatever.
Elliot pulled his collar up, and 007n7 scrambled to stable himself as he felt Elliot's lips on his. In a state of panic, he made a muffled yelp before Elliot's tongue broke into his mouth.
Elliot's teeth clacked against 007n7's as he tried to push back, but failing miserably.
He tasted of pizza (shocker), and minimum wage fastfood jobs (shocker-er).
Pulling away, Elliot smacked his lips, "How much experience do you have?" he asked skeptically.
"Oh plenty! You would never fuckin' guess."
"Really? Try to top me then."
"Ohh give me a harder challenge than this!" 007n7 holds both his shoulders and swapped their positions. All that was on Elloot's face was a pleasant surprise.
Elliot looked 007n7 up and down, "Hard just from this?" he clicked his tongue in disapproval, "experience my ass. You make out like you haven't before."
"Fuck off, your beneath me, act like it." The candlelight emitting from the corner of the room with no window was making his clothes stick to his body.
Elliot rolled his eyes, "Look who's trying to be control freak, your embarassing."
007n7 leaned his head in to Elliot's collarbone, and gave it a hesitant lick before sinking his teeth in.
Elliot took a shaky exhale, putting a hand on his back.
007n7 pulled away to see the patch blooming red.
Before he could do anything else, he felt something grind against the bulge between his pants.
"If you think I'm gonna make this easy for you, your dead wrong." Elliot used the window of surprise to push 007n7 backwards, grab his collar, and force him up and against the wall beside the door.
"What the fuck— you bitch, playing so unfair."
"You're an exploiter , everything you do is unfair," Elliot drags him forward before he slams 007n7's head against the wall, making him lightheaded, "So how 'bout you see what its like on the flip side?"
Elliot goes in for another kiss, this time 007n7 hooked his arm around him, subconsciously pulling him closer.
Drool formed on the side of his mouth as he felt his control slipping away with every second— but he wasn't planning to give it up that easily.
007n7 huffed, supressing a noise of surprise when he felt a hand feeling up under his shirt.
Pulling away, Elliot's chest heaved from being out of breath— 007n7 can't lie, he was liking this side of Elliot. He just wonders how much more he could push him until he breaks— if he breaks at all.
Elliot grabbed on to 007n7's wrist and harshly pulled 007n7 with him, "Wh— hey! Warn a guy first." he stumbled in place before following along.
Elliot's nails dug into his wrist as he got shoved on to bed with his ass up.
Deep crescent marks were embedded in his skin.
A singular finger traced down 007n7's back as it arched ever so slightly, going lower until it reached his waistband.
Elliot hooked it underneath the two layers of clothing, before tugging it down to the floor, where 007n7 is actively kneeling on.
Another hand snaked around 007n7, and probed two fingers against his lips.
007n7, although hesitantly, let them in.
Elliot pushed in until the knuckles, and down 007n7's throat, making him gag.
Except, Elliot didn't let go. He rested his hand there as he breathed, his breath trickling down the crevice of 007n7's neck.
It only made feel 007n7 more aware, more pathetic. He could feel beads of precum dripping down as he strained his neck to let the fingers stay. His legs were threatening to give up on him as they trembled.
"You acted so high and mighty yesterday... what happened? Now your acting as if making a noise is a crime." 007n7 pressed his lips against the fingers tighter, trying to keep from any noise coming out. "I know you— my future self knew you."
Pulling his fingers out of 007n7's mouth, slick with spit, he smeared some around his cheek, before leaning back and admiring his work.
It only turned 007n7 on even more. Being watched, being humilitated over and over again. It was pathetic, it was desperate.
"Haven't even made a single noise ever since this started, how small of an ego do you have to want to keep it this badly?"
007n7 felt Elliot's finger nudging his entrance open, before entering; 007n7 breath hitched at the sudden feeling. He clenched slightly before trying to relax.
"I'm not gonna be moaning and whimpering for you out of all people," 007n7 breathed out, his comebacks barely packing a punch anymore.
"Oh you will be, I'll make sure of it." Elliot curled his fingers, making 007n7 flinch, his back arching ever so slightly.
"Fuck— what... what do you mean by that..."
Elliot hummed, "You'll see." he moved his fingers in a scissoring position, stretching him wider.
007n7's hand grabbed on to the white sheets until his knuckles turned white.
He wanted more— so much more, but he could never admit that.
Elliot leaned in close to the crevice of his neck again, and sunk his teeth into the skin. 007n7 let out a shaky breath, tilting his head down.
Adding another finger, it only got harder for 007n7 to keep his composure.
"What happened to being smug that you'll top me?" Elliot asked mockingly, "Stop trying to hide, its not gonna get you anywhere."
007n7 bit his lip until it bled, stubborness to not taint his pride.
"Your disgusting. Taking my fingers like your made for it yet you refuse to admit it. How stubborn do you have to be?" Elliot gave a firm slap on 007n7's ass, a red handprint slowly fading into existence as 007n7's body jerked.
"Admit it. Your made for me, no matter you like it or not." Elliot massaged the skin tenderly, the gentle action in contrast to his sharp words.
Elliot curled his fingers in that sweet spot that made 007n7 feel dizzy.
007n7 moaned. A sound he couldn't catch before it slipped from his throat. He froze in pkace, shutting his mouth immediately after, praying Elliot couldnt hear him despite how loud it was.
Elliot paused, "Finally broken your tough guy persona I see."
"Shut the fuck up..." his hand tightened around the bedsheets, his heart racing and mind hazy.
"Hmm? what was that?" Elliot asked teasingly, but it was met with silence. Instead, he resorted to ruffling 007n7's hair, "Your doing great, pretty boy."
5 words. All it took was 5 words for it to completely break 007n7. After all that wear and tear, this was the final blow.
Another finger slipped in, 007n7 moaned again, his control slipping with every passing second.
"Ah I see. You like being praised." Elliot ghosted a finger down 007n7's back. "You like me calling you a good boy? You wanna be praised so badly?" Elliot leaned in to 007n7's ear, "tell me, do you?" his voice more gentle than ever.
007n7 nods frantically, his pride just a wave of a hand away from being completely dissipated.
Elliot grabbed a handful of his hair, and pulled, forcing 007n7 to look him in the eye, "Your not getting it for free if that's what your thinking."
007n7 panted, "Wha— your..."
"You want it? You beg for it. I'm not gonna be coddling you like a baby, you can take more than you think." Elliot pulled his fingers out, and 007n7 unconsciously clenched, missing the fullness alresdy.
"What fucking kink of yours is this... barking orders at me," 007n7 muttered, half conscious. Elliot released his grip on his hair, a light thump when 007n7's head landed on the mattress.
"You tell me, you like this, you like me taking control over you. Future memories don't lie." 007n7 heard Elliot unzip his fly, and discard his own pants.
"And future me's pathetic. I can't believe he'd be so... tame."
Elliot spat on his hand, and coated it on his length. "As if your not being pathetic right now, you took me like you've done this before."
Elliot flipped him up, two hands held his waist as he felt Elliot slide in slowly. 007n7 let out a low groan, he could feel the burning stretch every inch Elliot pushed in.
It felt painful, it felt blissful. Two almost contrasting things that felt impossible to pair together.
...or maybe he's just a masochist.
His cheeks flushed a light pink as his eyes clouded up, his back arching off the bed.
Elliot bottomed out. He stayed there for a while, waiting for 007n7 to adjust properly.
"Fuck, your tight. Relax a little or I may think your trying to keep me here."
007n7 made an incoherent noise in acknowledgement as one of his hand held Elliot's arm for stability.
"You good?"
"Yeah— yeah hurry up... fuck," 007n7 squirmed around, trying to garner any sort of friction. He felt like he was being split open— since when was Elliot this big? Of course he wasn't gonna say it out loud, but the thought was there.
Elliot narrowed his eyes, "Try that again."
007n7 panted, glaring at Elliot before giving in. "...Elliot," 007n7 hesitated, "please— please..."
"Please what?" Elliot teased with faux innocence, rubbing circles around his hip.
"You bitch— damn it." 007n7 gulped, "please... fuck me."
Elliot hummed in satisfaction, "Good boy. Begging suits you well."
Elliot rolled his hips, and slid out before slamming back in with full strength. 007n7 yelped, gripping on his arm tighter. Tears threatened to pour from his eyes.
"Fuck— your really not holding back," 007n7 stuttered, a sick grin on his face despite his position.
"Did you expect me to?" Elliot scoffed, and repeated the action, faster and deeper. Every repeat made 007n7's legs tremble, his eyes tear up, everything and more than possible.
It sent shockwave after shockwave through his entire body, it was the only thing he could focus on— he didn't even realize there were tears running down his cheek, and his breath becoming more ragged.
"Your pathetic. I can hardly believe your the same exploiter that burned down my pizzeria," he leaned in close to 007n7's ear, "Almighty, powerful, infamous exploiter Seven, getting fucked and begging for my cock as if your life depended on it. How have you fallen so low?" he cooed with decievingly false concern.
007n7 hooked his arm around Ellliot's neck, trying to say something— anything, but to absolutely no avail. Only soft whimpers and moans came out.
Ellliot hit that sweet spot over and over again, making 007n7's back arch impossibly high as the bed creaked under them.
Elliot pulled 007n7 up by his shirt collar, another hand smoothing up his back as he kissed 007n7 hungrily.
His tongue breaks into 007n7's mouth for the third time, but 007n7 didn't fight back this time; he was too overwhelmed to.
007n7 moaned, muffled by Elliot's mouth when he bit down on his bottom lip.
007n7 pulled away, catching his breath as his cock twitched. He was close.
"Fuuck— Elliot, please don't stop... You— god fuck... don't stop please," 007n7 sobbed, already ruined beyond repair.
"Damn I haven't even asked you to beg, desperate much." Elliot smirked in amusement, watching as 007n7's head lolled to the side, refusing eye contact.
Elliot used one of his hand and grabbed 007n7's chin, forcing him to look at Elliot.
"Do it again."
007n7 swallowed, his pride thrown in a river downstream, "Please, don't stop Elliot... I'm so close, fuck it feels so good— just... holy shit please..." he was dizzy, breathless, heart pounding, and whole body burning up like fire.
"God your pathetic. Doing so good just for me, and me only." Elliot slowly lost his rhythm as his thrusts get more and more desperate, chasing his own release. "Tell me, who do you belong to?" Elliot wiped 007n7's tears with the back of his hand gently.
007n7 huffed, no longer bothering to fight back, "haah fuck— you..."
"You're damn fucking right." Elliot moves 007n7 head to the side, and bites on the exposed skin.
007n7 tilted his head back as his body trembled, pleasure rippled through him as his vision goes black, sobbing like theres no tomorrow.
Elliot moaned against ghe skin, the vibrations shooting straight down 007n7. He feels warm fluid fill him up as Elliot buries himself at the hilt.
For a moment, the world stops. It was simply just these two in a strange realm. Tired breaths filled the room as 007n7 got down from his high.
Elliot looked down at the mess, and moved a hand on 007n7's lower stomach.
"Your so thin, I can see a bulge on your stomach," Elliot commented, not in any sort of humiliation, but of concern.
"Well you're big, isn't it normal?" 007n7 unhooked his arm and allowed himself to fall on the sheets. He pressed where Elliot's hand laid, brushing against the pizzaboy's hand ever so slightly.
"Thank you, but its not meant to show this much— how much do you eat?" Elliot's hand went under 007n7's shirt, feeling the ribs that poke out ever so slightly.
"Err, I dunno, I'm a broke ass college student, can't really afford much," he shrugged as if it was normal. 007n7's hole pulsed, Elliot's cum spilling out.
"Yeah no, that's not gonna work," Elliot pulled out and offered a hand to 007n7, "C'mon, let's get you cleaned up. I'll bake you all the pizzas you want." He smiled warmly, not customer service fake, nor sarcastic, just a gentle suggestion that tells him he's loved.
007n7 accepted his hand, and stood up, following him to the bathroom.
"Fine, fine. But don't expect me to let you do this again."
Elliot rolled his eyes in amusement, "can't say I won't if you misbehave.
"Fuck you."
"you love me."
"..."
"Love ya too, Sev."
—
007n7 and Elliot walked out the bathroom with new clothes. "Man, so I can just crash here anytime? Fuck yeah."
"I mean yeah, after that, of course!"
"Well don't mind if I do!"
"Wait— careful—" 007n7 ran across the room, slipping and thankfully landing on the bed.
"Fuck— that scared me..."
"Yeah," Elliot crosses his arms, "I was about to say, slippery floors," he said in a 'I told you so' tone.
The same comical smoke appeared close to their feet before the familiar feeling appeared last time they got swapped.
It took a few more seconds, but they were back to their original selves.
007n7 looked at his hands in disbelief as he recalled what happened.
"Woah Elliot... you were a freak before coming here," he murmured in growing amusement.
Elliot walked over and sat down beside 007n7 on the edge of the bed, "Oh, am I? I don't think I wouldve acted that much different..."
"Well why haven't you told me sooner? Would've acted out more often because of that." 007n7 pushed himself up and sat on the edge of the bed, mirroring Elliot.
"I have a feeling you'd burn down the pizzeria again just to get this treatment."
"What gave you that idea?"
"...Your past self is rubbing off on you."
"You'd like that."