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007n7 sighed as he walked through the door of his cabin.
He had been… judged, to put it simply. The other survivors didn’t hurt him—they didn’t punch him, they didn’t belittle him, they didn’t yell at him. They simply stared.
And that hurt more than words or fists ever did. The survivors merely stared at the ex-hacker, their gaze dripping with disdain as he spawned in the cabin. The usual celebrations of survival were replaced with an oppressive silence—almost alive in the way in the way it seemed to rise and fall with every glare.
007n7 didn’t stay long in the main cabin.
He retired to his own cabin, immediately hearing conversations starting back up. Probably about him.
He slammed the door to his cabin shut, frustration and exhaustion bubbling under the surface like boiling water. Bile rose up to his throat as tears began to well up in his eyes. He’s crying. Why is he crying?
007n7 stared at the full-body mirror in his room as he desperately tried to calm himself down. The sight of his body, so wrong, so imperfect, made him want to sob even harder. 007n7 pinched his belly fat, watching as it squished under the pressure of his fingers. He frowned. What did 1x even see in him?
And as if the world heard his question, a banging descended against the cabin door—the force rattling the entire cabin. 007n7 scrambled to open the door, lest the person knocking tear the whole cabin down with a mere punch.
007n7 yanked open the door—only to find 1x1x1x1.
He opened his mouth in disbelief, jaw slacked open as he took in the creature of pure malice, arms crossed like some pouty kid. 1x huffed, tapping their foot impatiently as they waited for 007n7 to come back to reality. “Can I come in?” They hissed, dragging 007n7 back to Earth.
“Oh! Of course—“ 007n7 spoke, only to be interrupted by 1x entering his cabin and shutting the door. Before he could ask what the killer wanted or better yet, how they got here, 1x1x1x1 crashed their lips against his in a brutal, claiming kiss. The killer took advantage of 007n7’s momentary shock, claiming the ex-hacker’s mouth with his tongue.
1x1x1x1 let out an approving, rumbling noise as 007n7 gasped into the kiss, trying to gather air around their hot mouth. Seeming to get the hint, 1x1x1x1 pulled back, letting 007n7 gather some air.
“What are you doing here?” The ex-hacker coughed, chest rising up and down as he recovered from the killer’s breath-stealing kiss.
“I’m here for you, idiot.” 1x1x1x1 grumbled, although the insult was said with the same reverence and adoration as a pet name. “What else would I be doing here? Better question, why were you staring into the mirror?” The killer confronted, completely flipping the questioning back onto 007n7, who could only stand there—utterly dumbfounded and slightly embarrassed.
The ex-hacker gulped, his throat dry as he tried to formulate an answer that wasn’t completely pathetic. 1x1x1x1 stared at him impatiently, tapping their foot once more as they waited for answer—an answer that wasn’t coming anytime soon.
007n7’s mouth opened, ready to avoid—ready to lie, to deflect, to ignore the question entirely. And yet, it was 1x1x1x1 who struck first, closing the distance between them once more as they answered their own question.
“You were judging yourself, weren’t you.” The killer huffed, eyes lidded as they took in the look of embarrassment on 007n7’s face—lips pursed, cheeks tinged pink, eyes darting across the room—darting anywhere but 1x’s face.
“You were.” 1x1x1x1 remarked, their clipped and eerily calm tone sending shivers through 007n7. They were scarily good at reading people.
1x1x1x1 surveyed the ex-hacker, eyes gazing over their body with an almost quizzical look—as if deciding what they were going to do with the ex-hacker. As if they were deciding a punishment.
1x1x1x1 gave 007n7 one last appraisal before leading him to the mirror. The killer slinked behind 007n7, humming at the way 007n7 looked in the mirror.
“Strip.”
1x1x1x1 growled the word as their breath landed hot and heavy against the column of 007n7’s throat. It was final—not a suggestion, but a command. One that 007n7 was going to follow, lest he choose to get punished. But 1x1x1x1 knew he wouldn’t pick that—they knew what 007n7 was worth and they knew he would be smart enough to make the right decision.
And they were right. 007n7—reluctantly hesitant—slowly lifted his shirt over his head, letting it drop to the floor. His shorts came next—dropping to the floor unceremoniously, leaving him in nothing but his boxers, a sight that made 1x1x1x1 purr with satisfaction.
“There we go, being so good for me.” 1x1x1x1 chuckled, the sound dripping with content as they pressed kisses against the skin of 007n7’s neck—the eerie softness of their lips against his neck contrasting the cruel, brutal nature of their role. Their hand splayed over 007n7’s chest possessively, leaving painfully soft touches against the ex-hacker’s nipples.
007n7 shuddered as 1x1x1x1 took one of his nipples in his hand, rubbing and pinching it until it was fully hardened—until 007n7 was letting out soft whines and whimpers, music to 1x1x1x1’s ears.
1x1x1x1 continued their ministrations, their second hand teasing the waistband of 007n7’s boxers. The killer slowly pulled the waistband down as they increased the stimulation against 007n7’s nipples, alternating between the left and right they pinched, rolled and rubbed both nipples till they were hard and aching.
However, just when it looked like 007n7 would be given more of that stimulation he desperately craved, 1x1x1x1 cruelly withdrew his hands from 007n7’s body, leaving the ex-hacker withdrawn from the pleasure he wanted—no, needed.
“Before we continue…” 1x1x1x1 rumbled, pressing a kiss to the shell of 007n7’s ear. “I need to hear you say your body is beautiful.” 1x1x1x1 mumbled, watching the blush on 007n7’s face increase tenfold as he understood what the killer was trying to teach him.
“M-my body is beautiful.” 007n7 mumbled, meek and quiet as he turned his head away from the mirror. 1x1x1x1 huffed. That wouldn’t do.
“Louder. And look at the mirror. Look at your body when you say it.” The killer commanded, tilting the ex-hacker’s head towards the mirror.
“My body is beautiful.” 007n7 spoke, still not as confident or sure as 1x1x1x1 would like it to be.
“Louder.”
“My body is beautiful!” 007n7 exclaimed, squirming in the killer’s grasp as he desperately yearned for more stimulation. 1x1x1x1 grinned wickedly, finally descending on the ex-hacker. There we go.
“Attaboy.” 1x1x1x1 grumbled, marking 007n7’s skin once more as they wasted no time, tugging the waistband of 007n7’s boxers down. They gripped 007n7’s cock in their hand, feeling it throb and leak pre-come.
1x1x1x1 used the pre-come as a makeshift lube, coating their hand in it before stroking 007n7’s cock, causing the ex-hacker to let out a debauched moan as he melted into their touch. Each little sound that 007n7 made was a symphony—one that had 1x1x1x1 wanting 007n7 to sing forever for them.
“Your body is so fucking pretty, 007n7.” They growled as they pumped 007n7’s cock in their hand, a clawed finger tracing the slit, causing 007n7 to arch their back and shudder with a mix of pleasure and pain. “Don’t you fucking forget that. That your body is beautiful just the way it is. You don’t need to change it for anyone.” 1x1x1x1 commanded, continuing to twist and pump his hand in order to reward 007n7’s words.
The praise had 007n7 reeling, whining as his body burned with euphoric pleasure. “F-fuck! I won’t..” 007n7 grunted, his hips bucking into 1x1x1x1’s grip, much to the killer’s enjoyment.
“That’s it. Take what you need.” 1x1x1x1 cooed, every twist and squeeze of their hand designed to fill 007n7 with blinding, searing pleasure. And it was working, 007n7’s body shaking as his orgasm began to wash over him.
With one final cry, 007n7 came, his cock spurting rope after rope of his seed—covering both 1x1x1x1’s hand and the mirror in his spend. 1x1x1x1 slowed their pumping of 007n7’s cock, careful not to overstimulate the poor hacker. Instead, they pulled away from his softening cock, lapping at the seed coating their hand, much to 007n7’s disgust.
“You taste delicious.” 1x1x1x1 teased, causing 007n7 to huff and look away, focusing on putting his clothes back on. “Gross…” He muttered, only making the killer chuckle harder.
“Perhaps it is, but you still love me either way.” 1x1x1x1 hummed, pressing a kiss to one of the many marks blooming on 007n7’s neck. Their voice was steady, confident in its conclusion as the two faded into something eerily domestic.
And the worst part is that, once again, 1x1x1x1 was right.