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As light fell through the curtains like a waterfall, shining right into his paperwork making the tint of his pen shine right into his eyes as if it was a sign for him to stop throwing away his time.
Afterall, it was his birthday.
Yet he didn't want to get up and celebrate, at least not yet. He didn't feel ready, and paperwork always helped get his mind away from his troubles.
Fortyfive. Fortyfive years old today.
He's officially old by Chance's standards, it makes him want to laugh not to cry.
Thirty years ago he did his first big gig at a bank, breaking a couple bones in the process. They were completely healed by now, but it still stung to even remember.
Twenty years ago he accidentally overcharged his c00lgui in an experiment, and from the ashes he heard a baby’s cries. His baby cries.
Ten years ago he went through hell and back for his son. It scarred him for life even if he almost never dared talk about it, but he would do it again if it would mean C00l would be as happy as he is today, working under Shedletsky’s guidance and running around “hunting not cool guys” as he liked to call them.
Nine years ago he joined a newly made agency after Builderman asked him in person. The paperwork was neverending, the troubles of a whole year without admins piled up like columns when he first entered the studio. Thankfully he was a quick typer and thinker, even quicker than his multiple admin-approved clones.
Five years ago he started dating Elliot.
He stops his absentminded reading to zoom out, staring at the nearby window as memories come flooding back to bite at him.
It was another rainy day in the office, he remembers that Chance invited everyone to go celebrate their day off, but he and Elliot stayed behind.
He had a lot to do back then, and finishing his duties early would mean more time for him and C00lkid to spend together. And Elliot was there because, honestly, he just liked to stick around to Seven like a stray, watching him type and talking to him about his day without any worries knowing that, even when 007n7 looked like he wasn't listening, he was making his day better word by word.
He still wonders how he didn't catch the hints.
The thing he does remember clearly is having to double take once Elliot asked if he wanted to go out after the rain stopped, and the fact that he was bitter red once he decided to silently nod.
Like a teen asking his crush out. It was so dumb, and corny, and beautiful.
He somewhat wishes it had never happened.
Not to him, but to Elliot
He wasted most of his youth being his worst. He doesn't even want to remember it.
During his prime years he ran around with his son in any park they could find, playing any games they wanted before their legs gave out, or up until Sevens boss called him in.
He didn't regret having C00lkid. Never. That boy was the best thing he ever helped make.
But his Elliot was thirty five now.
And Sevs was getting old.
He stands up from his chair, knocking his empty cup in the process and barely catching it before it hits the ground and becomes another mess for him to think about. His little N00by sleeping atop of his computer barely notices it, he's been missing his old sharp hearing more and more lately, twitching his spider legs a bit before going limp again.
Seven sighs, petting his old buddy with a single finger to try and calm down, 8
watching it get scared before recognizing him and showing off its little belly without a worry. If only his life revolved around eating treats and sleeping atop of a soft hat too.
He's forty two. Ten years older than Elliot, and way less attractive than what he once was.
He remembers how it was back then, jumping from disco to disco when he wasn't being a domestic terrorist, sucking random people in alleyways and then robbing their pockets once they passed out.
He didn't care about settling in, didn't think he would live to see his thirties anyways.
He pales in comparison to Guest and Daisy or Shedletsky and Misses Bright, or even the Doe’s even after all that happened.
They have high chances of growing old together. He can't say the same, can he?
It 's disturbing.
He's a proud father of a young swordsman, a highly competent worker, a grown man with grey hairs fooling around with someone ten years younger than him rather than getting his act together.
He grips the cup harder, fingers twitching, before he puts it down, stopping his little petting to grasp the bridge of his nose, messing up his glasses in the process, feeling the slight wrinkles form at his frown.
This cannot keep going on. He cannot keep doing this to him.
“Come on bud, let's go home.” N00by doesn't move, Seven can hear the little silly ‘honk shoe’ it makes as it fakes being asleep. It somewhat lightens his mood.
“Buddy, do you want cake?” At that, N00by perks up.
Half blind, toothless and almost completely deaf but still a glutton by heart as its little tongue licks the saliva escaping its mouth out before going towards its master's hand like its muscular memory, falling asleep again on the hat once he's laid on it.
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After what felt like a torturous eternity of violently stirring, the velvet batter was finally poured and taken to its final destination to later be rendered completely red by C00lkid once it was done.
Even if he was twenty now his boy still adored the shine that his favourite tone brought to anything he decided to decorate, still wearing his favourite colour on anything he could get his creative little hands on.
Hell, he even managed to paint his new apartment red within a week, appliances and all.
Seven was, to this day, still impressed by his son’s artistic ability, considering the best drawing he could do was a straight line to divide one sector from another when reusing space on his old paperworks.
Maybe he would have enjoyed the process of making the cake and hearing his son ponder on how to cover it up whole more if he wasn't thinking about his relationship, again.
“Heya K1ddo, mind leaving yo’ old man with me for a sec. Gotta talk to him ‘bout somethin’”
007e7 manages to say with his tongue still licking the batter clean off the bowl like its nectar sticking to the cold plastic rather than eggs and an unhealthy amount of sugar, the dark chicken resting on his head staring intently at Seven as N00by uses him a fluffy pillow, Katzy trying to meow her way into making her owner’s older cousin give her some leftovers too, pawing and purring at his leg.
C00lkid nods and happily makes his way out of the kitchen, not without first grabbing a now screamy Katzy from his dad’ s legs, promising her treats to make her crawl into his shoulder.
He always liked cute little things, but Katzy's reddish coat made her his absolute favourite pet to hang around, especially since the old cat didn't mind him covering her with cheezits as she slept away the day or screamed at him to bring her treats.
“You didn't have to make him leave just to talk to me E” Seven says, snorting a bit as he watches Katz's tail wag alongside C00lkids before they disappear behind a corner.
“I made him leave to piss yo’ off, lol.” The younger quickly retorts, making 7 chuckle a bit. “Just kiddin’, yo’ know why I told lil’ man off, you wont tell me shit till he’ out.”
“Language.” His stern elder voice comes out before he can stop himself, 007e7 grinning before stuffing his whole hand into his mouth, spitting it out and then searching for more batter like an animal, even the demonic duck has to look away.
Cousinhood and fatherhood really desensitized Seven, didn't it?
“This stuff hits hard. ‘Nyways, what's on yo’ head?” E finally asks once the batter has been finished and his tummy ache now booked for tomorrow “You seem outta it, ‘n its your birthday, that has to be a crime bro.”
Seven, for the fourth time this last hour, grabs the bridge of his nose and sighs to stop himself from running off back to his office.
He knows, for as brain dead his cousin usually appears, he is more trustworthy than most people. Still, he can't help but be ashamed as he looks over the sink to not look at the shorter man.
“It's…about me and Elliot.” Seven manages to spit out in a hurried mutter.
“Your guy?” E says, not caring to read the room at all and scratching his side. “What happened? Was bro burnt again or somethin’? Rip to your boo.”
“What? No! Of course not, for Two by Two’s sake, where did you even get that idea from?” Seven turns around to see a smug looking 007e7 staring right at him, holding in his laugh.
“Sorry, sorry, my bad bro.” He says once he sees 7 is being serious for once. “Anyways, what's up with yall’ now?”
“Do you think it's wrong for me to be dating him?” Seven asks, and E’s usual laidback approach completely turns into the most serious expression he has seen coming out of his cousin's face in a while.
“Seven, you can date whoever you want to date, man.” He says, grabbing 007n7 by his shoulder with a single hand, making him almost flinch. “Did someone tell yo’ somethin’?”
E was already preparing himself for a one on one throwdown with a side of jailtime when he felt Seven's hand find his shoulder, looking more worried than scared knowing well what his cousin was concocting in his mind.
“No, it's nothing of the sort, trust me.” He says, calming down once E’s face goes back to normal "It's just that, I was thinking about the fact that I'm forty five today” Seven pauses, making E’s round eyebrows go up slowly, anticipating his next words. “And, well, Elli is only thirty-”
“Thirty five bro.” E quickly corrects, knowing damn well where this is going and not liking it at all.
“Thirty five or thirty is still objectively terrible.” Seven spits out, making himself silently want to curl up and disappear. “Ten years of difference. Ten whole years- For all of heaven's sake what am I doing?”
“Oh my God Bruh” E says once Seven stars to sulk again, ever the overthinker, just like back when they were kids. “Hes a grown man with hair in his balls and a full time job-”
“His younger sister is five years younger than C00lkid.” Seven interrupts, his proper facade slowly cracking at the seams to finally bring light into his slowly growing inner turmoil “007e7 he’s younger than you. In Telamon's name, when we were exiting high school Elliot was learning what pythagorean tables even are!”
He grabs both of his cousin's shoulders with a newly found harshness, feeling himself slowly tilt towards the floor. “There's a level of depravity in this relationship that I haven't acknowledged yet, I can't let myself ruin another life because of my neverfading narcissism."
Seven concludes, not noticing when E punches him straight with a hit to the side of his hip up until a wail escapes his lips.
“Look, I can put up with your ‘ItS alL mY BAd bECause Im Me’ shit because I know yo’ ass better than anyone in this party.” E moves his hands around, trying to make his point come across “I know damn well you’re a very smart guy, and I know you know why you are doing this.”
“This is not my insecurities biting at me E, this is a- a problem.” Seven manages to say, stepping back and resting his back against the undertable. “He isn't thinking in his right mind. Elliot is in the prime of his life, and I'm holding him back. I love him too much to keep doing this to him."
The oven rings, and the kitchen goes silent.
They can both hear the guests outside talking, C00lkid talking to a yelling Katzy, Elliot and Mia sharing stories, Guest, Builder and Chance arguing about something they both can imagine considering they were offered cards before heading for the kitchen.
Seven steps up from his improvised seat, his expression melting from harshness into something warm as he heads out to call C00lkid.
“I know whatever I say won't change yo’ mind, but just-” E taps his feet on the floor, making his chicken tremble on his red hat alongside an uncaring N00by “But that man loves you. You just have to love yourself too, bro.”
When 007n7 turns to look at him, it's cold.
“You sounded just as corny as Guest 1337 right now.” Seven says, his voice turning calm again, and yet E knows well what is going to go down.
“Yea’, I know. Just don't go stupid-” Seven exits the kitchen, ignoring his advice and stopping himself from correcting his language.
It's not like he would use it, he had a tendency to want to fix things quickly by himself rather than watching them spiral out of his control.
His sharp tunnel vision only got worse once he stepped out to the backyard, sunny day lightened up between laughs, and the first person to come greet him, to even notice him, was the same causing the crushing guilt inside his head.
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The lights of the porch were still shining even as the clock’s hands pointed towards the middle, most of the guests had already left by now, only 007e7 and C00lkid were still here to save the leftover food- and booze as E would like to add- for tomorrow's breakfast, Elliot helping them move the masterfully packed bags of goodies from the house to the back of his waggon as C00l carried Katzy on his shoulder rather than her red carrier.
He almost tumbles on the steps, Elliot getting ready to catch him, E almost swallowing his cigar, before he catches himself right at the last second, continuing to run to the car with a now a bristly Katzy hanging on for dear life to his back.
“Bye mister.” He quickly gets out before turning around and shouting at the top of his lungs "BYE DAD, LOVE YOU!”
Nobody responds.
Seven might or might not have had a whole can of bloxy accidentally thrown at him after a failed uncle-nephew game of catch. Thankfully, he was able to change it and wash the other one easily, it was just his expression that showed how uncomfortable he was without a shower.
He must be taking one right around now.
“I'll make sure he knows” Elliot says once he notices how C00lkid starts to look at the open door like a bull about to run in, winning a thumbs up and a big toothy smile.
“Mrrow”
“D’aww, Katzy…” C00l looks over his shoulder, Katzy pawing at his horns and chewing on his hair like she was starving “You had enough treats already buba, I can't give you more!”
“Ignore her big back kid get in the car, we rollin’ to my place fo’ tonight’” Before E finished stepping his cigar on the floor C00lkid was already running off to the cars side with a newly found speed fueled by his bare will of continuing the party at his uncle’s.
“YEAHHH!!” LETS FUCKING GO!!” C00lkid manages to say as he gets inside through the window- instead of the half open door- grabbing Katzy in before she can run off towards her owner.
“Mraaa!”
“Dont- DONT SMASH MY GODS DAM’ DOOR!” E shouts at him, annoyed, yet something in his expression is way too sweet to make his words believable “God, babysitting duty sum’ bullshit."
“We both know C00l has you on a chokehold 007e7” Elliot chuckles, flicking his red visor to cover himself.
“Dont expose me like that yo’!” 007e7 hits Elliot's side, not much damage but it still takes the taller man by surprize, even the chicken atop of his hat almost tumbles over “Take care yo’, see ya’ tomorrow mornin’ for the pickup of my shit bro”
Elliot nods, keeping his hand on the handle “Send a text when you get there E, goodnight.”
E starts to lower the steps, walking towards the car, before coming to a halt and spinning around in one heel, a frown on his face.
“And, uh, look yo’" E steps closer, as if fearing someone to hear his next words "I know shit’ random but- my cuh’ a very complicated dude, good, but complicated. You know dat already but-”
He bites his tongue, wishing he was drunk enough to be harsher. “You wouldn't leave him ‘cause of that, would you?”
Elliot's customer friendly smile falters for a bit, turning into something sharp, and E swears he feels like a rookie about to get yelled at by his commander.
“Dont even think about it.” That's the only thing Elliot says, and is more than enough to make E take a step back, his chicken ruffling his wings in self defense.
He has never seen the guy this- pissed off?- He can't tell for sure.
For a second he wishes he had his cousin's ability to overanalyze people to know what is going through his mind.
“Have a good night, E” Elliot says once he notices how suddenly far away his cousin-in-law is, waving at him, back to his usual polite charm. “Remember to call.”
Even as the door now closes, E still stands there, observing the fireflies burn against the golden hue’s. For a moment he wonders if he made a good decision, that is the dude his cousin used to despise, before finally turning and walking towards his car, head in what he is going to do tomorrow, his chicken jumping with grace from his head to his passenger seat, cooing, Katzy going from C00lkids arms to his side, curling up against the wings and avoiding the horns.
He sends his best wishes to Seven as he starts the car and asks “Heya, C00l, wanna go get sum ‘za from that new place?”
“YEAHHH JACKPOT!”
“mraa”
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The sound of little raindrops hitting the glass was a tempo to his thoughts.
The lamp by his side illuminated the room, the cosy light hitting just right to make the little shadows dance across the table, covered by pictures of C00lkid and Seven’s special moments, was calming him down even as his hands shake, clasped between his legs as he sat down on the soft couch.
Keeping secrets from people he loved had never been his strong suit, and planning anything without Seven’s sharp senses finding out was amongst the top ten hardest things he had ever done- forever second to asking the man out without imploding- but it was going to be worth it in the end.
Five years ago he started dating 007n7.
It feels like it's been forever. Waking up to his resting face in the morning, sharing his breakfast with him, watching him sleepily change without an ounce of discomfort left, walking to work side by side, touching hands under the table when they thought nobody was looking during lunch break, talking for hours about anything and then swimming in the comfortable silence, the long cuddles, the kind kisses, the sex-
And those silent unique moments Elliot catched 007n7 looking at him like he meant everything.
He can feel his cheeks reddening, a dumb smile forming on his face that he has to cover not to embarrass himself.
He wouldn't trade his life for anything.
He can't wait to propose to Seven, see the man he adores with a ring around his finger, telling of the fact that he is being loved by him and nobody else.
And having a ring around his finger that makes him remember that when he comes home it's to 007n7’s warmth.
He grins like an idiot before he can stop himself, shaking a little, feeling the harsh skin of his fingers against his chin..
He feels like all the way back that day at the office, when he asked Chance to make a party knowing Seven would stay behind.
His thoughts are interrupted when he sees Seven appear into the room, his chestnut hair still wet from the shower as little dots of water fall from the wavy tips into his shirt, the picture of a screamy Katzy slightly stretched across his chest.
He looks pretty.
Elliot stands up, quickly closing the distance, hugging Seven close enough to bury his head on his shoulder, breathing him in as he passes his arms around his hips for comfort, feeling the slight cold of the shower on his skin once he sneaks his hands under the dark shirt.
“Hey.” Elliot says, voice muffled in the other's shoulder, basking in the way his breath against Seven's skin made his ears blush. “Missed you.”
Seven slightly passed his fingers through the others curly blonde hair, giving in, soft strands between his fingers while the man buried his head further with a loud sigh, like an old hound finding relief on its favourite cushion.
“But we were together the entirety of the afternoon?” Seven asks, a bit confused if not amused by the sudden antics.
He can feel Elliot’s teeth scraping against his nape as he holds him close.
“You know I just like it better when it's just us.” He murmured, something pleased in his tone as he turned his head, looking up at those sharp reddish eyes he found so striking "Can't blame me for wanting my boyfriend all to myself.”
“Hm, I suppose.”
It was nothing more than a murmur, yet more than enough for Elliot to lift his head up, looking over at him, concern twisting his face yet softening his eyes.
Seven couldn't help but think it didn't look right on him.
“Are you okay? You're more silent than usual.” There was his usual warmth in his voice, if not slightly toned down by worry “Something in your mind?”
He stopped his fingers and took a moment to think, to tell himself that this was the right thing. That this was what he had to do. Nothing deeper than that.
He puts some distance between them, not harsh- never harsh- yet it hurts just as much to see the others expression drop into slumber.
“Elliot, I need to tell you something.”
“Okay.” It's almost immediate how he seems to accept it, even if dread starts settling on the bones in his spine like splinters “Is it bad or?”
Seven shakes his head, quick “Its- necessary, one would say. For the better of the both of us. Your better, more exactly.”
“Is it something I did?” Elliot tries to reach for the other hand, taking the pale fingers in his in a search for any comfort he can get.
007n7 cant help but notice hes become softer, the way he felt compelled enough by those blue eyes to give in, even if something inside him twisted at the false hope.
“No, no, nothing of the sort. The contrary, matter of fact.” The exhale he lets out is as shaky as his fingers inside the other's palm.
“I'm forty five now, and you're just thirty five.” His voice is calm, composed, as if he's giving a speech at a court rather than explaining to the man he loves why he should get away.
“Look at what the years have done to me. They weren't kind, I didn't need anybody to tell me, nor do I need you to lie, I'm well aware of my faded shape, if you can even call it that” He stops, a pointless pause in search for any remaining warmth he has to offer.“I'm not a third of what I used to be back in my best days, I have matured and that's okay for me, but not for you.”
Elliot is staring at him. Waiting for the punchline. For anything that can somewhat assure him this isn't happening.
Not right now. Not ever.
“Youre strong, and charming, and handsome- anybody with a brain would be happy to have you, anybody younger, beautiful. Anybody better than this." His voice is apologetic, drained of any kind of security he seemed to have when he started this talk.
It drives Elliot mad.
“Seven-” It comes out harsher than what he wanted, the pleading part of his heart coming out like poison “You know how much I love you.” You have to.
“You don't have to be chained to this mess.” He explains, it's weak- low. Elliot is starting to dig his nails in. “It's for the best for me to stop wasting your best years.”
He gets no response. Elliot stares at the floor, searching for what words, what gesture would make 007n7 understand how much he adores him.
How much he would rather die again than let him go.
He feels the fingers on his palm curl, grabbing it towards his own chest. He doesn't notice he's shaking until he sees the anger in the others' gaze. “It was bound to happen sooner than later, you knew that.”
He lets go of him, just to suddenly wrap his arms around his midriff and hold tight, as if that could stop anything.
Thigh enough for Seven to feel his back start to burn- yet he doesnt push him off.
“I feel at home with you, I finally found myself after all that happened.” The admission, for as intimate as it is, comes out desperate “Don't take that away from me.”
Elliot has lost many things in his lifetime- peace, friends, hope, time, even himself- But losing 007n7, the man who held him close in his worst nights, the one who understood him, let his weakness breathe for the first time since hell, the person that made him feel safe enough to weep and scream-
That's too much to ask.
He feels his hands pass through his hair again. It's an apology, it feels too performative to be right.
“...A person like me doesn't deserve what you're feeling.” He looks down at those blue eyes, confusion coursing through them “You are my happiness Elliot, you mean the whole world to me but- I'm ugly, I'm twisted. I'm me. And that's so much less than what I know you deserve, it hurts to even see you wasting your time with-”
His words are cut off when Elliot grabs his waist close enough to leave marks, the inches he has over Elliot suddenly becoming too little as he feels him slightly tilt him off the ground in a burst of strength as his legs start to buckle.
“Seven, don't insult the man I love.” he whispers, voice shaky “Shit, I love you. I wake up everyday to you, put up with asshole customers because I know I'll be back to you. Dont-”
“It shouldn't be like that, dear." Seven doesn't look at him, just tries to muster enough self control to push the other away.
“I want you.” His voice slightly wavers, cutting deep as his tone lowers “I want you. Badly. Nobody else. I don't need anybody else, you don't need anyone else, I know it.”
His hands rest against his shoulders, a push that never truly comes “Oh, but you mustn't-"
“..You don't get it.” he rasped his statement- his hands burying themselves into Seven’s curves “I want you-”
Their breaths mangle before Elliot crushed his lips upon his. Teeth clinking, fingers burning into cold skin once they manage their way under the bothers of his clothes.
“Elliot-” the name comes out choked- it feels like any kind of restraint has been suddenly stripped away from him, leaving 007n7 at his mercy.
“From the moment I wake up to the moment I go to sleep, you're always on the back of my mind.” It's a grunt in between breaths and kisses, yet as clear as an empty sky “How can you not be mine by now when I'm already fully yours?”
He doesn't know what to say, mind becoming numb as he feels the other nails dig into his abdomen, crescent moon scars now scattered across his skin as his shirt riles up under Elliot’s arms.
So he says what he knows best “Im- Im sorry-”
It doesn't work its usual charm.
Not on Elliot.
“Don't apologize, dang it!” He stops trying to devour him, resting his forehead against his, blue hair meeting brown locks “I can't keep watching you berate yourself.”
“I'm just being realistic. I thought it would matter little to none to say what is already clear.” he mutters out, finally catching his breath and scrambling his thoughts back together.
The rain is hitting the glass, falling down with something akin to rage as their breaths curl against each other. It's comfortable enough for Elliot to relax against the other's touch, even if the back of his eyes stings as he buries his head on the softness of 007n7's chest.
“Even after everything you still believe you're less.” His breath hitched, words slurring together as more and more feelings pooled out in a search for understanding “Less than loveable, less than desirable, less than needed- And here I was stupidly thinking you were happy, that I managed to at least make you notice how much I love you.”
007n7 doesn't know what to say, what to do to make it better anymore.
His original purpose blurs more and more as he cracks under the pressure of the others' gaze. “Elli, dear-”
“Give me a chance to show you.” It's nothing less of a plea, and it has 007n7 melting. “One chance. That 's all I need. Just don't leave now.”
His breath hitches.
He's being cruel, isn't he? It's unjust how his control seems to slip away from him only when it comes to people he loves the most.
He has to put an end to this before it ends him.
“This kind of nonsense, allowing it would be contraproducent- Elliot?!” He yelps, reasoning cut short by the sudden feeling of sturdy arms going under his thighs, being lifted off the ground with little to no struggle, hands now grasping onto his shoulders to stop himself from falling.
He's neither thin nor delicate to be carried this way, years of stress and age having taken its toll on him- his peculiar height didn't help his cause- yet Elliot isn't displeased to have him wrapped around him.
The way his blue eyes grow filthy as he looks up at him makes the skin on his back crawl.
It was supposed to be a regular discussion- just another rational idea to share with Elliot before the impending reasonable breakup.
This wasn't the plan.
“Hey, Earth to Seven.” He snapped out of his inner turmoil by his words "Don't zoom out on me while we are talking.”
Elliot is staring at him like he's light, and 007n7’s staring back like he's out of his mind.
And as much as 007n7 would like to say he isn't moved at all by all of this, that his intellect reigns heavy over feelings, but his heart is hamming inside his chest even as his mind screams for him to put an end to this foolishness.
Does he care that much?
“Dear, don't look at me with those eyes,-” he looks away, watching the shadows from the window hit the floor and curl into patterns “I'll just waste your time the longer you stay with me.”
“Take all the time you want from me.” The response is quick, for a second 007n7 feels that he's about to be let down straight into the floor as Elliot grabs his thigh harder “Shit, take it all, I don't care, I'd still be the happiest I can be. But don't dare call it off like it's nothing."
It's maddening the way Seven doesn't seem to understand, just grabbing the hand and trying to pry it away before giving up, ashamed at his lack of strength even if he's objectively bigger than the man holding him.
007n7 exhales, more surprised than exasperated at Elliot’s sheer will.
This is bad.
“...Very well. If you crave so much to prove your point-” He has to look away once Elliot’s whole face lights up in hope. He's really like an angry puppy sometimes. “But you don't need to.”
“The only thing I need right now is you.” He says, grinning a bit.
He feels his world tilt, thinking Elliot's hands had finally given up, he covers his head preparing for the fall.
Only to be suddenly resting on his shoulder. Like a very long sack of potatoes. It's comfy up there, his legs don't bother as much and his back is bent on the shoulder just enough for it to not hurt.
Yet he can feel the hand resting against his ass and it's making his whole face bitter red.
“This is an objectively poor idea.” he mutters against the others back back once Elliot starts walking.
“I know. I don't care.” It's all the other needs to say.
Maybe curiosity killed the man rather than the cat, because even if Seven is being carried around the house to where he can imagine, he can't help but see where this all leads to.
He sees the floor change colours a couple times, before being put down softly onto what he thinks is his bed, before noticing its the coffee table in the center of the room.
He blushes, hard, trying to stand up even as Elliot’s hands wander down under his shit, unapologetically groping anything they manage to reach “Wait- Wait a second-! The table is going to break!”
Elliot doesn't seem to mind, or care, as he languidly caresses him “Remember when you first started working on the papers? You always had this- focused look on your face, your clones always look out of it, but you-”
He looks up at him, Seven’s cheeks flushed as he splays his hands across his newly exposed back "You look handsome.”
If Seven wasn't shaking before, he definitely is now.
“Do you think im-” he stops his whisper midway, expression darkening into bitterness.
This is stupid.
“Why do I even ask? It's okay, you don't have to lie to please me.” he reaches out for the hands hiking up his shirt "Attraction and love aren't the same-”
“Seven, take off your clothes right now or I'm going to do it myself” It barked out like a whip, and it hit 007n7 just like one.
Huh?
“That's a bit sudden” that's what he manages to choke out in the shock, not noticing his shirt being taken off until he feels the cold hit his skin.
“Look, I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed, but I know how you feel about yourself.” he explains as he lifts up his shirt, his toned build right infront of Sevens shaky hands “I think if I fuck you, then it may clear some stuff between us.”
“What could be possibly cleared through intimacy?!” he babbles out, wondering if Elliot is either possessed or just crazy.
“The fact that I love you, and I think you're hot as hell.” He relishes on the way Seven gasps once he grabs his wrist away from his eyes. Cute. “You don't believe it, so I might as well just prove it.”
“That- Is not the point that I was trying to make.” He frantically tries to clear up, yet is pointless as his pajama pants are striped away from him in a single movement.
“Wasnt the point that I'm thirty five and you're forty five?” he groans, annoyed “that we have ten years of difference and shouldn't be together because you're less than people my age?”
Elliot's knee is now pushing against his thighs making him quiver like a trapped animal.
The sight is delightful enough to make Elliot sigh. On Telamon, he loves this stupid man.
“Yes- no? You are missing the point-” he cries out when he feels Elliot’s face press against his chest.
It's filthy, the way he's burying his whole head and inhaling the smell like a starved man finally getting his meal, the musky smell of sweat combined with the rest of his soap making him dizzy.
“Tell me your point then, I'll hear it while I prove mine.” he mutters out, face muffled between his boobs.
He feels his boxers start to be pulled away from his hips, his freed erection pitiful buried in his legs, flushing profusely, before clearing his throat, holding to any sheds of sanity he can conjure.
“Its- its not about age only-” he gulps loudly once he feels Elliot’s tongue start to move, hands curling against the table “what will happen once you grow bored of me, of us.”
“Seven, I'm in heaven right now.” he murmurs, finger tracing the dip of his hips before making their torturous way down, down, down. “You think I'll ever grow bored of this?”
His tongue flickers his nipple like a warning at the same time his hand eclipses his dick, and 007n7 has to fight back the instinct of grasping onto the other's hair and pressing him further in.
“It's bound to happen- ngh~ no biting, please.” he pleads as teeth scratch around his pinkish areola.
Between the golden curls he can see himself, pitiful and wanton, pictured in Eliot's eyes like a masterpiece.“Once the- the interest falls there will only be me left, nothing else.”
Elliot cups his cheeks around him, barely enough room to talk “Nice. Can't wait.”
And sucks.
His shaky breaths devolve into desperate pleas, the way sinful sounds are pulled away from him as his fingers move against his dick, pressing torturously right where he needs to make half of his mind go blank.
Sevens body is an instrument, and Elliot will make sure to make his symphony divine.
Caressing the skin like it was silk, searching for the perineum and pressing down right where he knows it's the spot where he crumbles, feeling the saltiness coat his lips as 007n7's hands reach for his shoulders, pushing him in.
Begging for more, and gladfully Elliot gives.
Between harsh pants and moans, tears start to well up on Seven's eyes as his vision starts to turn into black.
His body is giving in quicker than he wished for, it makes him want to run under the covers and disappear.
Still, Elliot seems unbothered at his lack of stimulation, intoxicated by the softness of his chest, digging his teeth in just enough to leave a mark, the strangled noise he pulls from Seven is a plus.
“Dont be foolish-” he manages to mutter out, the harsh rhythm making him crave replacing his words with mewls “You're on your best years, do you really wanna waste them on me?”
He stops his relentless assault to look up at him, saliva darkening his lips and connecting his teeth to his now reddening chest in a thin strand.
He looks a bit spooky now, with his fingers all up in him, it makes Seven quiver in a sudden masochistic need to be rearranged to his liking.
“Dont call it a waste, Seven” he growls, back to jerking him off, keeping him on the edge, nails digging into Elliot's skin the more he approaches his peak.
Yet, something on the part of his brain that isn't buzzed out on lust decides to make him talk back. “It is a waste, lying is not-”
The fingers on his spot press down harsher, right where Elliot knows it will end him, tears forming at the sides of his eyes as he throws his head back, gasping for air and tripping over his words “Wait- Wait- I'm sorry- Im- Im not going to-”
Elliot bites down, and Seven swears he can feel the string on his tummy uncoil as the room turns into white noise.
He's unable to register how he goes limp against the others touch in an uncharacteristically loud mixture of curse words and Elliot's name, white noise turning his ears fuzzy and his body warm and pliable.
Elliot just stares at him like silent hunger, fingers covering in his release by the second. Until it all comes to a sudden still.
Once he manages to come back he's a shaking mess, hair falling over his blissed out expression, sharp eyes wet with tears, stomach painted by his own release and sweat.
Makes the possessive little demon on Elliot's shoulder want to take a picture and hang it on the wall, show this endearingly pathetic side of the usually cold and unapproachable Seven to all the dumbasses at the pizzeria that think he's not taken.
That 007n7’s is only his to ruin and cradle right after.
He feels Seven twitch under him, opening his eyes again and looking up at him with dilated pupils before grabbing onto his shoulders again, passing his shaky legs around his hips and hugging him dangerously close, nuzzling into his neck.
If he notices the hardness pressing onto his thigh, he doesn't say anything.
“Youre so cute when you're like this.” He whispers, pressing a kiss to the other's ear in a makeshift apology “Sorry for what I'm about to do, promise I'll call Builder tomorrow.”
He feels Elliot untangle himself from him, getting off the now messed table and staring a bit more before grabbing the belt of his pants and finally taking them off.
“Hm, what does that mean?” he manages to ask in the haze of his brain, trying to use his unresponsive arms to stand up too.
Just for Elliot to grab his back and the back of his knees in one swift move, picking him up and kissing his head when gravity kicks in.
“You'll find out, relax for now Sev.” he moves, grateful for the years and years of carrying boxes for giving him the ability of carrying 007n7 without breaking a bone “I know your stamina is not the best so ill take care of you tonight.”
“Youre proving my point.” he sighs, hiding his face in his neck, still his tone is accepting, even if his head still refuses to believe the others words "I'm not suitable for your needs, and yet you seem so sure you want to stay.”
“You are my need.” he retorts, huffing as he moves towards the opposite corner of the room “And stop saying stuff like that, you'll end up unable to walk the rest of the week I swear.”
Seven chuckles, and it almost makes him fall over “Your face looks very lovely when you get slightly pissed.” He passes his fingers through his hair, accommodating loose locks with care “Sorry if I hurt you.”
Elliot stops by the bed before laying him softly, even if his eyebrows twitch a bit in annoyance at the others' apologies.
How can he still be sad?
“No apologies. It's the night of your birthday and you should be happy.” he flicks his forehead, making Seven laugh a bit more and his heart beat a bit fater “Just- enjoy the moment Seven. I love you too much to let you go.”
“Elliot.” His expression turns from surprise to the kindest smile he has to give, bright enough to lighten up his tired face “Dear, I love you too-”
Before he can continue, Elliot presses his hands against his lips, knowing himself enough to stop Seven from melting him into a puddle.
“Enough! You're going to make me lose my original purpose if you continue like that.” He skillfully reaches for the bedside table, opening the cabinet and pulling up the half used bottle of lube.
“I feel like the conversation has already been heavily diluted.” Seven whispers, jolting a bit once he feels the palms of Elliot's hands peel open his legs, ankles resting on his hips.
He grabs the hand before it can reach his slit, unable to look up at him, instead half heartedly burying his face on the pillow under him “Allow me, please. It's the least I could do.”
“Nah, save it for later.” Elliot grunts, shaking the hand away and pressing cold slippery fingers against the entrance "You're gonna need it.”
“Very well.” He sighs, calming himself down and feeling how his insides adapt to the warm intruder.
After a minute of calming silence only partially interrupted by swallowed wails, Seven finally whimpers barely enough to hear.
“Ngh~ it's okay, you can speed up, im-” he gulps down his shame "I'm somewhat ready anyways.”
Elliot tilts his head, still scissoring his fingers and watching Seven whimper “You sure?”
Something clicks on his head, and a grin crosses his darkened expression “Don't tell me-”
“It's routine at this point, a part of my usual bath time, just in case something happens.” He blabbers out before he can finish his theory, skin pricking once he notices the lustful gaze the other is directing at him "Don't look at me like that, it's not perverted to be prepared.”
The fingers spreading him open stop, and before he can miss the sensations Elliot pulls his legs up, now his knees are grazing his shoulders, hoisted up at the others will, all of his shame exposed in less than an instant making him feel his face start to burn.
This is going to definitely make his back sore.
“Seven-” he coughs once he notices how raspy his tone is, trying to keep his cool “Mind spreading yourself open for me?”
“Huh! No- no way, that 's absolutely humiliating!” He desperately tries to trash at the others' hold to little to no avail.
It's not that he is against it, hell knows he's done worse, but rather that the last specs of dignity are screaming at him to not do it, to not cave in to his handsome boyfriends wishes.
“We have done this a million times, trust me I saw everything already, and you're still hella hot.” Elliot chuckles. He has a point, and it stings Seven's already wavering ego like a shot to the heart.
“It doesn't matter-” his argument is cut short by Elliot’s sudden watery blue eyes and sad little frown, as if confused at his words.
It's fake, he has seen everybody on the Builder family do the ”soggy puppy eyes” at least once in his lifetime, he's pretty sure they have a specific gene evolved for it due to working on public services since the start of times.
But shit if it doesn't melt Seven like a candle under the light.
“Please?” He wails, masquerading with the same ease that he has when he puts on his usual smile. Knowing the soft spot his future husband has for him.
007n7’s eyebrow twitches, face red, sweat running from his temple the same time a tear starts to escape his eye. “You're a fool to want an old man to do this.”
There's no bite to his comment, and Elliot sighs as he goes back to tormenting him with his eyes.
With shaky hands and his face now half hidden on the pillow, he carefully grabs his cheeks, doubt filling his mind, before he does as Elliot wished.
His sinful body now exposed under the lighting of the room, the breathless gaze over him sending shivers down his spine.
Does he know how cute he is? Elliot can't help but wonder, the need of capturing the moment coming back.
“It 's pink.” Elliot states the obvious, saliva starting to escape his mouth before he licks his lips clean “Thanks. Mind keeping it open? I want to see myself ruin you inch by inch.”
“Just- just do it at this point.” words die halfway through his throat once the weight of Elliot’s cock reaches his hole, stretched taunt and teasing under the tips of his fingers “Ngh~ why am I doing this?”
“Because I love you.” His lips crushed him, massaging their tongues together, barely giving 7n7 time to think “Loosen up Sevs, I don't want to hurt you.”
“Says the man who bit my chest.” he manages to bite back, frustration turning into loud whimpers once Elliot starts to slide in.
The slow drag of his hips fills the room, squelching sounds and animalistic sounds turning into the melody Elliot adores.
“You look so hot when trying to focus.” Elliot mutters, grabbing his now resting hands and guiding them to his mouth, kissing the fingers with reverence “Wish you could see yourself right now.”
Sevens walls cling onto him harder once he graces a certain place, and the moan he lets out is nothing short of divine.
“Hah, im- I cant-” He can barely speak, and it makes Elliot crazy enough to start to lose his rhythm.
“Maybe one day, I'll manage to fill you up.” he says, adrenaline kicking in hard enough to make him rest both of his elbows at Seven's side, trapping him possessively under him, head filling up with sparks
“Y’know, give C00l a little brother, maybe two.” It's nonsense, but as he looks down at 007n7’s stomach as he continues his assault he can't help but plead to any God to give him the power to make this man pregnant “Three if we were lucky. The Builder trio, how does that sound?”
“R-ridiculous, I don't have the requirements-” he whimpers, the frantic rhythm getting to him, making him fumble in want.
“It's easy to imagine tho.” he chuckles out, a hand now curling against Sevens stomach and sweetly pressing “In the afternoon, we hang around outside napping by that tree you really like, stomach round with life, chest swollen-” he speeds up, relishing when Seven clenches once he starts hitting his special spot again and again “and when we go home I'll cook you a nice dinner, we'll bathe together and you'll kiss me goodnight before I fuck your brains out till morning.”
The pressure builds up, and something starts to pool at Elliot's stomach the more he imagines 007n7 “Maybe if we do it enough. Maybe-”
“hah- thats not how it works-” its fuzzy, saliva falling from his lips before Elliot licks it up.
“Dreaming is free.” It's a grunt as his crescendo approaches “What do you dream about Seven?”
“ngh~you.” his hips start to slutter, getting lost in the warmth as 007n7’s pitiful face intoxicates him into madness.
“Didnt hear you there, say, mind repeating yourself, love?” the hand pressing his stomach lowers to his erection, and Seven can't help his cries.
“You! It 's you! Nobody else. I love- hah- I love you” he comes undone at the seams, body shaky as shockwaves fill his mind.
Elliot doesn't stop, chasing his own pleasure now, elbows now buried on the pillow as he makes a mess of 007n7s lips, body and mind.
“Please, nghh~” he manages to wail as his tongue fucks his mouth, and is all it takes for Elliot to bury himself to the hilt and let the fire on his abdomen finally pool out into the silks of heat.
“Fuck it, I love you.” he mutters as he licks his tears running down his cheeks, his desire pooling out of Sevens body once he finally looks down at what is left of him.
Seven is catching his breath, eyes closed and what is left of his tears wetting his flushed skin, thighs shaky when Elliot spreads them again to see, pulling back and watching the white liquid fall in thick slobs from Sevens hole.
Maybe he will get pregnant.
Five whole minutes pass in absolute bliss before Seven feels hands back on his hips, Elliot kissing his forehead before spinning him to lay on his side.
Oh no.
His hands crawl back to his chest, twisting his sore nipples as his back arches “Hah- mind another round?”
“Another already?” 007n7 doesn't know what to do at this point, fuzziness making him feel in heaven and hell all at the same time.
“Yeah, don't worry, I'll stop if it really starts to hurt you, alright?” He kisses him, just a nick before positioning himself with a free hand, the other grasping onto his boob “Just kick me right in the balls if you really need to stop.”
He barely gets a nod out before Elliot buries himself in, breath snatched from his lungs.
“Ngh, there we go.” he rocks his hips slow enough for 007n7 not to crack, even as his mind aches to see the man under him lost “nice and warm and- shit. Sorry Seven, I might just actually lose my shit if you keep clenching around-Gh!”
The silk curls around his erection making him stop on his tracks, yet when he looks down at his husband, he doesn't see the flushed mess but rather a teasing curl to the ends of his eyes.
“Seven?-”
He looks at him, sin adorning his eyes once the walls of shame are finally crushed "You're handsome when you're annoyed dear, haven't I told you th-Ah~”
Words escape him the same way any kind of shame or guilt abandons Eliot's body at the teasing.
It's like back then, when a sharper younger hacker used to ruin his life as a side hobby.
How the tables have turned.
“You're a masochist at heart, aren't you. Or maybe you just want a baby reeeal bad.” he lowers his neck breathing his essence in like perfume “Wonder what the other would think if they saw you like this.”
“Ha-hard-er!” he mewls, mouth open, reality slipping through his fingers like water.
“Last week- shit, you're tight" he grunts, the hand on his chest traveling to his stomach to hold him in as his trusts become frantic.
“Last week I was talking to Guest. He said you were ‘diligent and trustworthy and organized’.” The possessive tone gets lost in the heat of the momentum, and Elliot is thankful his man is too shaken to remind this show of jealousy later.
“Wonder what he would say if he heard you right now, spread on the bed, legs over my shoulders begging for release.” he ponders, knowing the response but wanting 007n7 to quiver under him “Maybe I should call him, put the phone close to your mouth and see how long you can last before your pretty voice betrays you”
He would never. 007n7 is his to adore, and if others want a taste then he will break their bones in half.
“N-Nh-No, Hah~ You--” he swallows, a hard, merciless trust making him drunk in pleasure “You wouldn't."
He stares “Good point. Wouldn't share this with nobody.”
His trust speeds up, losing tandem in favour of grabbing 007n7 by the neck, soft enough not to choke yet sure to leave bruises tomorrow.
“Youre mine, and I'm yours. Nothing deeper than that.” he closes the distance, tongues overlaping “shit- fuck, Seven im close”
With what little strength he can muster, Seven grasps onto his forearms “Elliot I-inside, okay? I wanna feel you.”
The sizzling feeling burns into his skin, and his load starts to sluice as he falls apart over him, never stopping his trust as whines turn into moaned sobs as 007n7’s inside beg for him to stay.
“Fuck, it's like fucking silk-” he manages to mutter out, back giving up as he hits the bottom, hitting the abused prostate on the way making him cry out.
“I love you.” he whispers against his arms, eyes half closed as his whole body shakes, adapting to the sensation of being full.
“Love you too, Seven. Want me to keep saying it?” a little nod is directed his way, making the other smile through the burn on his hips.
“You look so pretty right now, so good for me. So kind.” between kisses and whispers he melts, even if he feels Elliot tense behind him "You're so good Seven. So handsome- shit, im not gonna last if you keep acting so cute-”
He goes limp on his hands, panting and crying out as Elliot digs his fingers deeper into mooncrest shapes over the pale of his chest, making Seven bite the pillow.
They stay like that for a little while, and Seven almost thinks Elliot is done as he starts to close his eyes, before he finds himself laying face down, chin held up by Elliot's arms.
“How are you holding up?” he breathes into his ear, abs against his back.
“Im- tired. Sorry.” It's a beg, and it wins him a pat on the head and a kiss on the cheek.
It's sweet, too bad he feels like he's dying.
“Go to sleep honey. Don't worry, if my words can't reach you then my actions will." He watches as 7n7 drifts asleep, amused.
Before he finishes passing away peacefully, a whisper is breathed into his ear “One more round, then another one, and after that another one. Each one for everytime I think of you everyday.”
He should have been scared at the statement, yet he falls down into his arms, limp, malleable and ever trusting.
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007n7 finally wakes up, dizzy.
It doesn't help when he notices something familiarly thick resting inside him, hitting his g-spot making him slightly shiver, looking down at his tummy he encounters a little lust bump growing where his usual chubby dad bod should be.
He looks kinda pregnant…
If he had anything left on him, he would have came. Sadly, he can only pull out a single white bead before his whole body melts.
It's enough to wake up the man under him, erection growing making the pressure on his stomach start to burn again.
“Welcome back, how- ngh- how was your nap?” He has arms around his midriff, holding him close but not pushing the semen out.
“Ngh~ you're still at it?” he asks, yawning a bit “How much stamina do you even have?”
“Enough to make you pregnant.” It's all he says, and even as his hips hurt he pulls them both upwards “Come on, sit up, I'm giving you some water.”
“Dear I- I can't stand up.” he cant even feel his legs at this point.
Elliot pats his thigh, apologetic even if he's buried balls deep in him “I know, just sit up and I'll take care of you.”
He has to let go of him to reach for the cabinet, hoping to reach for the water on the back of it.
He grins when he reaches it, back to grabbing Seven, uncapping the bottle with one hand “There we go. Try not to spit it out, open up.”
He drinks a bit, confusing Seven, before kissing him again and sliding his tongue in.
Its unnecessary, but the expression he gets from a choking 007n7, swallowing what is left trying not to spill over his chest and hands, is absolutely worth it
“Gh~ what time is it?” he asks once he stops choking.
“You passed out like an hour ago” Elliot licks his cheek, making him hum.
“Ah- I-I see.” he mutters, worried about how his little pet is doing. He usually sleeps by their side.
Elliot chuckles, capping the bottle to prevent any incidents "Don't worry, N00by has already eaten before any of this. He should be sleeping by the bathroom due to how hot it's outside, that little weirdo.”
“H-Hes just old and- hngh~ likes the cold of the tiles.” Elliot moves his hips a bit, making him squeeze again.
“Hm, good point.” He looks at the bottle, the devil in his shoulder seducing him the same way 007n7’s body does “Talking about cold, how about…”
007n7 knows his boyfriend enough to know what hes thinking “D-Dont you dare press that bottle on- NGH-”
His moans break the same way as he, nothing comes out and yet he feels everything being torn from him at the burn of cold meeting his skin
“Wow, you're salivating.” he licks his lips, holding himself back from going feral “Must feel real good, right? The view sure is nice.”
“Elliot-” he chokes out, curling upwards into his stomach “Aren't you tired?”
He looks at him, before handling him into all fours, a pillow now positioned under his face, it would be comfy if it wasn't for the overstimulation and exhaustion killing him.
“My hips burn.” he grunts, feeling his muscles cry under his sheer will “But trust me it is worth it. Shit, Look at yourself. Wanna see you wobble tomorrow so bad.”
He starts trusting, and 007n7 screams.
“Youre going to break me-” he sobs out, the pain intoxicating his mind into a plea for cock "I'm not young anymore to be doing this- guh!”
His trust are slower than the earlier rounds, but it still feels like torture, snout and tears escaping his control.
“Hey, Seven, I love you.” Elliot says, arms shaky as he stops himself from becoming an animal “And I can't wait to see our little family grow.” It's sincere, and it makes 7n7 clench hard enough for Elliot to huff.
“You like it a lot when I say that. That I love you.” Once he feels Seven silky walls twist again he knows he hit gold.
“S-Stop it- I-I'm gonna die-” his back burns, his head is full of cotton and his stomach is full of Elliot's wish for a kid.
He doesn't know what to do other than cry out like a sinner how much he's pitifully enjoying being destroyed by Elliot's dick.
“I love you.” he sighs, speeding up, hips dying “So, so much.”
Whatever is left on his balls exits him, starts turning into fireworks as something in him cracks, reaching a newly found high “Ugh~ Im gonn- I'm gonna die for real-”
Consciousness starts to escape him again as he feels Elliot moan before crushing him, hips pressed flush to his rear, making space before filling him up.
His little tummy bump grows, and he cries even more as his head turns blank enough to believe he is being impregnated for real.
“Dont worry, we still have all night left to prove how much I love you.” he kisses his ear again lovingly.
As his world slows down, 007n7 blabbers something not even he can hear, making Elliot grin darkly “Leave it to me, Seven.”
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Last night there was a warm haze.
A blur on the back of both their minds as lighting shines through the window.
It doesn't stop Elliot's slow rut against him. Seven is sure he could run a marathon twice and fuck him right after now.
“Ngh, dear?” he manages to rasp out, fingers shakily reaching for Elliot's face.
“What is it?” he asks, stopping his slow pace in favour of looking at the man buried on his shoulder.
“I-I'm sticky.” he says, mind done for, fried by the after shocks of every single orgasm Elliot managed to pull from him.
Elliot pulls his chin up, feeling him sob over his finger at the overstimulation.
“Hm, wanna shower now?” he nods, tears running down again as Elliot pulls him upwards again, body motionless on his arms “Hold tight.”
He stands up, bones cracking and back hurting, but the sigh on his ear makes him want to lay down again and trust the day away.
He starts walking towards the bathroom and opening the door before noticing the shine from the upper window even as the lights are off
“Huh, it's morning already?” he lost track of time, it seems.
He shakes 007n7 out of his sleep to whisper in his ear “Did I prove my point then?”
He blushes a bit, before nodding, hiding deeper on his shoulder.
Cute “Great. Do you want a bath or a shower?”
“Bath.” his voice is giving up, the same way as his lucidity.
Elliot starts to run the water, putting 007n7 inside the tub and making sure he's comfy.
“Okay, just wait there, I'll go pick up the towels,” Seven looks at him over wet lashes, and Elliot feels his blood pump “Do you need something?”
He doesn't say anything, playing with the water a bit, vocal cords reset into nothing.
He guesses then “Wanna wash together?"
He nods, eyes lighting up- and God if 007n7 isn't the prettiest man on earth.
“Youre adorable, you know that?” he ends up grabbing his cheeks with both of his hands as dumb smile lights up his face “Fucked silly, barely holding on, tummy full of my seed. Shit, I might actually be addicted.”
He kisses him, it's kind this time, pressing his lips against his and wishing Seven would do this right under an altar.
“Mh, the call to Builder can wait. They'll be fine without you for a day, right?” 007n7 doesn't think before he nods again.
"You're so out of it, you would be arguing why you can't take even a day by now.” To be honest, he's not annoyed at 007n7’s hardworking side, but the fact that his peepaw Builderman doesn't make him rest.
“Wonder what will you say once you come back. Will you be shy?” he reads into the redness of his eyes, watching them slightly close, lost yet trusting, looking at him like he was everything that mattered “007n7, I really really love you.”
007n7 blushes as he smiles, pleased, and any trace of tiredness is gone in a second “Wanna keep going? I'll be slow.”
“...”
He nods slowly.
Elliot is about to enter the waters and bend him before a loud Ding Dong interrupts his love making.
“And I'm taken away from heaven.” he mutters, back to being irritated. “Wash yourself hun, I'll go pick it up.”
A hand grabs his, making him turn to look at his worried half closed eyes “...youre not tired?"
“I'll manage.” he kisses his forehead, internally screaming as he pushes himself upwards “See ya in a second”
He looks over his shoulder for a second at his future husband, curled on the shower as water covers his nudity like a thin veil, thin enough to see the love poems Elliot wrote all over his skin last night, already drifting asleep against the side of the cold tub.
Not noticing how the man by the door aches to crawl back in and drown him in never ending adoration.
Still, he half closes the door behind him, feeling his legs start to tremble under the pain of exhaustion as the adrenaline fades back into a second thought.
Picking up his clothes by the table and half heartedly putting on his dark pants, hearing the sounds from the door as he shouts an ‘im coming’ with what is left of his voice.
Opening the door, sunlight hits hard enough to make his vision go out, his brain craving going back to the calming darkness of the room.
“Who 's there?” he asks, covering his eyes and begging to any God that is not Chance or 007e7.
“Yo’, where is my' cuh’ at?-” 007e7 says, speaking about the devil, before his street gangster pose fades into an expression of utter horror once he notices the state Elliot is in.
Characteristic visor nowhere to be found, marks around his whole back making him look like he fought a rabid raccoon and won by little, eyes full of pleased joy and whimsy yet expression devoid of any polite smile.
Tired. Very very tired, but happy.
“Oh my fucking Gods? What did yo’ two do?” he asks, horrified once he notices 007n7 is nowhere to be seen, even his chicken is fluffing up.
Chance pops up behind him, being slightly smaller than E and covered by his chicken’s hat Elliot didn't notice his cousin in law had brought them along at first.
Shock quickly replaces Chance's laidback smile before they go back to grinning, more amused than worried as his shades hide the concern in his blue eyes “Are those- are those bite marks on your wrist? Damn, yall freaks.”
Huh, 007e7 brought Chance?
Though they only hung around at the casino or addicts anonymous group therapy.
“Good morning to you too, E, Chance.” he nods, grabbing his head a bit.
Not only E, his future cousin, saw what 007n7 did to him but also Chance, the dude who would much rather shoot himself on the foot than keep his mouth shut for more than twelve seconds. Great.
“Wow, you sure scored big last night.” They say, full on laughing and pointing at him.
Elliot is too tired to bite back, just staring at the floor with a blank mind for a minute.
“What the fuck is wrong with you dude, how are yo’ still alive?” E snaps him out of it with a clap of his fingers.
To be honest, the more he looked at Elliot the more he couldn't help but ask himself if Seven was a dracobloxxer in disguise.
Chance puts his hand on E’s stiff shoulders, as if they were in a funeral home about to say goodbye to the coffin, holding his fedora down to his chest and all “His old man is draining him. R-I-P. Rest in pussy bro.”
Chance makes a lewd gesture with his hand, close enough to E’s face to make it even more nasty, and E kicks them right on the stomach in retaliation, making them bend down just enough that the whole neighborhood doesn't have to hear the heinous words being shouted from the bottom of their heart.
“Chance, shut yo’ mouth.” he says, making the other spit out a breathy chuckle.
Back to Elliot, he can't help but worry “Dude, yo’ ass has eye bags under yo’ eye bags. How many rounds did yall’ go at it?”
“Haah- I'm all on twenty.” Chance doesn't lose the opportunity to say, even if still catching their breath.
“I lost count after-” Elliot thinks his words a bit- it is 007e7 he's talking to, and he doesn't want to die just yet. “I just didn't count in general, honestly.” he shrugs.
Customer service really teaches one how to lie.
“La la la lost in the sauce.” Chance sings, back to standing straight and grabbing his drinking buddy by the shoulders.
“Guilty.” Elliot admits, yawning “Mind getting some chocolate ice cream? I feel like Seven might enjoy it after all that I did.” he asks, not much shame left on him at this point of the conversation.
Not like the animal junkie and gambling enthusiast that create the ‘we have issues' dynamic duo can say much about shame and morals anyways.
“Whatever yo’” E spits, and it lands on the white porch making him slightly frown, his chicken however seems apologetic by the way it slightly grunts “An’ put a shirt on dude, I don't wanna see what my cuh did to yo’ ass.”
He turns around to leave, not waiting for Chance to follow. Still a loner, runs in the genes it seems.
Chance steps up and can't help but ask “Wrong order of words?”
“Wrong order of words.” Elliot states, and that's all they seem to need to hear.
He watches them as they run down the street towards the other, just before 007e7 starts running too.
…well, that's something.
Better go back to his husband before he falls asleep without cuddling him.
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“Wouldnt be better to buy, y’know, pills?” E asks, genuinely confused.
The chace had stopped a couple blocks ago, once E’s stamina made him almost fall straight into the pavement.
Now a cigarette lightening his lips and a coin dancing on Chance’s hand as they walked around between silent streets in the heavy blues of the morning.
007e7 walked a bit ahead, relaxed, shoulders humped just enough for his neck to be shown over the drape of his ScorpioPilot hoodie, little curls framing the sun kissed skin.
He didn't seem to notice Chance’s eyes fixated on him under their glasses, nor the way their sharp grin wavered once he turned to look at him.
“Dunno, legal relaxants an’ shit?’ A-low beer-rah?” He tried to remember the name, but it didn't really come to mind. It was annoying to be dense. “Whatever people put on ‘em holes to keep shitting.”
Chance laughed at him, he scoffed, taking a huff and blowing it on Chance's face, making them cough before hitting E on the side of his hip making him almost trip.
Chance catches him, their hands around their thin wrists as he pulls them up again “Nah, Elliot appeared half naked on the door and 007n7 was nowhere to be found, they are still going at it.” he explains, still not letting go of E.
007e7 doesn't care much, even the laidback guy, but his chicken does glare at Chance.
“Yo’ think so?” He questions, unsure “Isn't his stamina gonna run out or somethin’?”
Chance puts his hand under his chin, pondering about the logistics before coming to a conclusion. “Nah. He's thirtyfive and has a dream.”
He lets go of E’s hand, letting him put his cigar down on his skin before throwing it off into the street, he needs to help him out of that habit too. “Youth and lust, ain't it?”
“Guess so, still cray-cray as fuuuck.” Now is E turn having a shit eating grin plastered on his face “Yo’, don't you have the same age as ‘im? Hah, Who’s back are yo’ breaking dude?”
He doesn't notice the way Chance stills, or how their hands shake almost dropping their golden coin mid gesture before catching himself.
“Wanna know?” they ask, knowing curiosity is his main sin, signaling for E to approach him.
“C’mon, come closer E, I don't bite.” and like a stray, he obeys, lowering his ear just enough to hear Chance’s shaky breathing.
“I wanna break yours.”
The last thing they feel is a kick to the ribs before they almost hit the floor, if it wasn't for 007e7’s quick reflexes catching his dress shirt in a fist and supporting his weight as he full on howled and wheezed, taken aback by their joke.
“Bwahaha- Oh, you're a dumbass, I love you man.” he pulls them upwards, clapping their palms together in a loud dap.
“Anyways, let's keep going yo’, I don' t want my cousin to die without a lil’ treat.” he starts walking, Chance doesn't follow behind this time.
Just staring, waiting for E to turn around. To notice them.
And when he does, even if annoyed, Chance can't help but feel this heart of them beat faster.
They run at him, this time E doesn't run back and just prepares for when they pass his arm around his shoulders in a jump, using him like a mast to not smash their head right into the empty street.
“Yeah, yeah” he's back to flicking their coin, evading the other’s nasty side eye when they lay all their weight on him “Wanna go to the casino after this?”
“If there is booze, then you won't catch me loose.” The sudden Doomsekkar-ish language catches him off guard, so he adds his usual “yo’.” at the end.
“Jackpot.”
Mister F0vea here:
First work, weird…🧷
Imagine the wedding tho, the dynamic is that everybody knows everybody from hell of all places.
Yes, C00lkid got his ‘dad loves you sleep well’ message before 007n7s shower.
N00by is asleep in the lower bathroom, if you have a pet cat that has really long fur you know how much they like cold lower floors.
It is implied that Guest like 007n7, im queer baiting however:
They are friends and coworkers, at least here (not the biggest fan of burgerpunch, nor luckyhacks… or pizzaburger…)
I'm just invoking the Freaky pfp and 201sheetup duo to see if they will show up.
Chance x 007e7 is a rare pair, isn't it? Haven't seen the tag around. It could be called AltBets; 007e7 being an alternative to the retired 7n7 and well betting.
I like junkies being dumb togheter, might writte mote about them later.
Builderman don't you worry my darling son, you're in next.
I have A LOT of hammerhacks planned for next month or so. It's cute and pretty long, look forward to it if you liked this; it is about the builder being an obsessive lovefool thing, but I like the mentality and buildup of obsession over the course of life rather than just the sex. And 007n7 is pregnant. I look forward to writing about that (depraved homosexual exclaims.)
All of this is all a big trial of writing smut for the first time, first time for everything.
I also have some ideas in my mind about the next next fanfic so, here they go.
Like the alien skin x the astronaut. Or 007n7 agent skin x hatred builder (I stole this from MedMedMidMed on tumblr so, go follow them.)
Or maybe like 007n7 yandere, i think we have too many harems around for me to care so let's switch a bit (you just don't know it yet but baby i already got your heart.)
If you have any ideas or like some of mine let me know. I might as well just rob while I'm here.
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Thank you for reading, Miss F0vea out. Watch your eyes.