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[ Chance ]
Everyone gathered up at the middle, the round was about to start two minutes after. Chance couldn't help but notice 007n7 missing, he wasn't sure if he should go inform him about the round, walking slowly, out of everyone's sight. Approaching 007n7 door.
Chance knocked, once. But not getting a immediate respond, he called out 007n7's name. Hearing some movement. Chance's hands were on his hips. Averting his gaze as he waited for 007n7 to finally open the door. "Hellooo?" It didn't take long for 007n7 to answer. 007n7 peeked out, blinking a few times before speaking up — "Oh, Chance.. did you need anything?"
Chance wrapped his arm around 007n7's shoulders, making 007n7 stumble out of his room. "The round's boutta start, buddy!" Chance said excitedly despite the round's all about violence. 007n7 looked over, seeing Chance's arm wrapped around him, he can't be helped but smile at it.
As they went downstairs, 007n7 sighed, obviously knowing the judgemental looks he was gonna get from almost all of them.
[ c00lkidd ]
c00lkidd sat on the couch, his hand struggling to hold the crayon, his dinosaur tail swayed. Looking up and at his drawing multiple times, he wondered who was gonna be the seeker this round. He hoped it was 1x1x1x1, considering they found all of them pretty fast!
His legs wiggled, laying in the fluffy carpet that somehow here? His head bopped, slightly rotating left and right as he drew his father — 007n7 and himself, holding hands,
For some reason, c00lkidd had grown in size when teleported to this place.
...
He couldn't help but feel sad at the thoughts of not being able to see his dad, his dad was pretty cool, using his clones to help, his dad was smart and he knew so! Always being the last hider, and always managing to not lose health sometimes.
'His dad that, his dad this'
His dad was alot cooler than the other hiders, c00lkidd had to admit. c00lkidd was so lost in thought, he didn't realize he had been thinking all days about his dad, he also didn't notice his red crayon broke. He blinked, before frowning and using the sharper that came in the box, his tongue sticking out as he focused. He looked up, seeing Mafioso and his goons, Caporegime, Soldier Consiglier, Contractee come in the room. c00lkidd didn't pay attention to them that much, only looking up for a second. As he continued to draw the portrait of him and 007n7.
c00lkidd hadn't noticed that the round's killer was gonna be Mafioso himself.
[ Mafioso ]
Mafioso leaned back in his chair, one leg crossed, arms folded behind his head, listening, or pretending to listen to Consigliere as he rattled off plans to trap the survivors and cut off every escape. But Mafioso didn’t hear most of it. His thoughts kept returning to 007n7. He shouldn’t be thinking about him, not like this, yet he couldn’t help it.
He pictured the back of his head, the way his fingers lingered on the medkit, completely unaware of Mafioso watching him. Small things, tiny gestures, but they made Mafioso restless in ways he didn’t understand. He exhaled slowly, deliberately calm on the outside, while inside his chest tightened with feelings he wasn't supposed to have.
They weren't close, but that doesn’t justify it. In the end, Mafioso always gets what he needs.
He shook it off, forcing his attention back to Consigliere’s words, though every plan, every strategy felt like static in his mind compared to the pull of him.
Mafioso looked up, seeing the countdown — ' 3, 2, 1. ' 'The killer is Mafioso.' Mafioso smirked slighty from the mention of his name. Or his nickname.
[ 007n7 ]
007n7 took in his time to look at his surroundings, seeing the familiar glass house and the familiar mountain? Let's ignore that, 007n7 walked, searching for a Medkit and a bloxyCola.
007n7 opened his c00lguii, checking the player list on who died and who didn't yet. Chance died first when a minute hasn't even been passed, predictable, 007n7 thought. 007n7 hadn't seen any other survivors. Sure, he can see that Two time quietly passed by, just like they were gonna sacrifice someone...
007n7 can sense a presence behind him, his strides more faster, hearing a gruffy voice call out his name. 007n7 ran, not looking back, an awkward smile on his face. He assumed the killer was Mafioso.
But 007n7 found himself in a dead end.
...
[ Mafioso (💕) ]
Mafioso spawned in the mountain, on autopilot he automatically walked out, spotting 007n7 walking.
Mafioso's strides were long, fast. He catched up to 007n7 pretty quickly, his smile faltered, his breathing more heavier than before, "007n7." He called out out again.
He stood before 007n7, seeing his nervous face as he backed himself more.
He stopped a few feet away, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. "Running is pointless, 007n7." Mafioso’s voice was a low rumble, smooth, "You know how this ends." 007n7’s heart hammered against his ribs. "J—just get it over with," 007n7 stuttered, trying to summon a courage he didn’t feel.
Mafioso tilted his head, his gaze intense and unreadable. He took another step, then another, until he was crowding 007n7 against the wall. The cold metal of the gun traced a slow path down 007n7’s jawline, a terrifyingly intimate gesture."Is that really want you want?" he murmured, his voice dropping even lower. "Because I’ve been watching you for a long time. And that’s not what I want."
The confession hung in the air, absurd and insane. 007n7 stared at him, trying to find the lie, the trick. He saw only a dark, unwavering focus. A crush. The word was so mundane, so out of place, it was almost laughable. "What are you talking about?" 007n7 whispered, his throat tight.
"I want you," Mafioso stated simply, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. He leaned in, his breath warm against 007n7’s ear. "And I know a part of you is curious. A part of you has always been curious about me." He pulled back just enough to meet 007n7’s wide eyes. "Let’s make an arrangement, shall we? You do exactly what I want, right here, right now. and I’ll let the rest of them walk away. No more bodies tonight. Just you and me."
It was a mad proposition. Life for a single was a humiliating act. But as Mafioso’s thumb brushed over his lips, a shiver ran through 007n7 that had nothing to do with fear. He was trapped, cornered, and yet… the offer was a twisted kind of lifeline. He closed his eyes, a single tear tracing a path through the grime on his cheek. He gave a slow, shaky nod.
A triumphant gleam entered Mafioso’s eyes. He spun them around with surprising strength, his own back hitting the wall with a soft thud. He pulled 007n7 back against his chest, one strong arm wrapping around his waist. "Good boy," he purred, the praise sending a confusing jolt of heat through 007n7. "Now,"
With his free hand, Mafioso worked open their trousers. 007n7 felt impossibly exposed, his back pressed to Mafioso’s hard chest, the rough brick scraping at his shirt. He was manhandled, lifted slightly, and then slowly, he was lowered onto Mafioso’s thick, hard cock. A choked gasp escaped him at the sudden, overwhelming stretch and fullness. It was painful, but it was also grounding, a brutal anchor in the chaos of the moment.
"That’s it," Mafioso grunted in his ear, his grip on 007n7’s hips tightening. "Move for me." Obediently, 007n7 began to move, rocking his hips in a hesitant rhythm. Each downward slide sent a jolt of pleasure-pain through him. Mafioso’s other hand came around to the front, the cold, heavy gun pressing against the sensitive skin of 007n7’s inner thigh. 007n7 flinched, his rhythm faltering.
"Mmm, don't stop." Mafioso commanded. He then brought the gun up, the barrel tracing the line of 007n7’s hardened cock. The contrast of cold, deadly steel and hot, living flesh was electrifying. 007n7’s head fell back against Mafioso’s shoulder, a almost loud moan tearing from his throat.
Instantly, Mafioso’s free hand clamped over his mouth, blocking the sound. "Shh," he hissed, his voice a dark vibration against 007n7’s back. "Be quiet, you wouldn't want them to hear would you?" The gun began to move, rubbing firmly against 007n7’s length in time with the thrusts of his hips. The stimulation was relentless, overwhelming. 007n7’s muffled cries were lost against Mafioso’s palm, his body trembling uncontrollably as he was pushed higher and higher.
The world narrowed to the feeling of Mafioso inside him, the hand muffling his sounds, and the terrifying, exquisite friction of the gun against his most sensitive flesh. He was completely at the man’s mercy, a willing sacrifice in this unholy altar of an alley. The pressure built to an unbearable peak, and with a final, muffled sob against Mafioso’s hand, 007n7 came, his body arching as waves of pleasure crashed over him.
Mafioso followed him over the edge with a low, guttural groan, his hips jerking upwards as he emptied himself deep inside 007n7. For a moment, they stayed like that, a tangled mess of limbs and heavy breathing in the darkness. Slowly, Mafioso lowered him back to his feet. He removed his hand from 007n7’s mouth and gently tucked the gun back into his waistband.
He turned 007n7 around to face him, his expression surprisingly soft. He used his thumb to wipe away the tear tracks on 007n7’s cheek. "Mmm," he murmured, his voice holding a note of something that almost sounded like affection. “Look at that.” Mafioso leaned in and pressed a surprisingly tender kiss to 007n7’s lips before stepping back, leaving him leaning against the wall, spent and shaking, "Clean yourself up before the others see you."
[ Chance ]
Chance sat alone in the cabin, sitting on the bean bag and watching a stupid baby panda on the television. Bored, he decided to spectate the others. Tapping buttons that he didn't know even existed, he looked at Elliot, pressing the arrow which now spectated to Builderman in the middle of building a dispenser.
He tapped the arrow again — and froze.
Oh my gosh, Chance blinked again, his mouth gapped opened. But as he watched more of them, even though it continued for only 5 minutes or more. He can feel himself getting aroused just by watching.
So, unexpectedly. His hand drifted, palming himself through his pants. He'd would palm himself faster, seeing Mafioso picking up speed.
"Gosh, 007n7.." Chance murmured, his voice shaking and breathing heavily.
His other hand, who had been gripping the bean bag, went to cover his mouth, with a low groan, he came in his trousers.
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