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How many years since he tasted the tobacco on the lips of someone or the feeling of the rough worked hands on his skin. The man pinning him against a corner in a room with walls made out of plexiglass. He had been sarcastic when he had said it. Well, mostly. He and the scarred man had been exchanging quips and barbs for so long that he couldn't clearly remember a time before they ended up traveling through dimensions together.
Well, not together. That would have been dangerous for him. He knew that this Tord wasn't his Tord, but he was one that he had spent a lot of time with, both in the scarred man's own timeline and after. He would never get his Tord back, but this one?
Tord's tongue was in his mouth, his flesh hand had balled in the back of Edd's hair and the robotic hand was pressing bruises into his ribs. Edd groaned into the other man's mouth as he tried to push-or maybe pull?-Tord as he felt the needs he had long forced himself to forget begin to rear their heads.
Tord growled, pulling from the kiss, pulling on his hair harder. "I bet you forgot what it even felt like to be touched."
"And you didn't?" Edd grinned at him, pushing Tord back from him.
The Norwegian stumbled and Edd landed a punch to his face and then his stomach. Edd charged him, grabbing his face with both of his hands as he crashed his mouth against Tord's again. Tord's back hit the wall and he groaned in pain. But it wasn't going to stop either of them. The Norwegian shifted his weight to reverse their positions to press Edd to the wall.
The touches and kisses were not romantic in anyway. They were bites and bruising holds between the occasional fist being thrown. At some point they ended up on the floor with Edd pinned beneath the greater weight of the other man. Tord's nails dug into his ribs and he bit into skin.
"Why do all of you bite so damned much." Edd tried to push his head away from his neck.
"Because it's harder pull something away if you have it in your mouth." Tord growled as he pushed the shirt up.
"Haaaa." Edd tried to push him back. "Can you slow the fuck down?"
"No." The scarred man pulled his pants down as well. "You are the one who invited this."
"I didn't know you could walk through fucking walls." Edd groaned as a hot hand wrapped around his cock.
"Do you actually want me to stop?" Tord replied, his bit into his neck again.
"Ffff, fuck." Edd groaned. "No, I will kill you if you do."
"You don't scare me." Tord said in his ear. "You can't really think that you could kill me. I'm stronger than you."
"Yes, yes, you are very fucking strong." Edd pulled at his hair so he could give him a biting kiss. "And you talk too much."
"Says the man who never fucking shuts up." Tord squeezed him, glaring down at him. "Your voice is fucking grating."
"Ha, shut me up then." Edd sneered, pulling him down to kiss him again.
Tord deepened the kiss, his right hand pressing cold fingers against his ass and to his surprise Edd spread his legs some. "Ha... You must really want this, you bastard."
"Can you not?" Edd tried to push him. "Just get on with it."
Tord let out a cruel laugh as he pressed his fingers into him. The other man cussed and tilted his head back, his nails digging into the Norwegian's skin. Tord bit into his neck again, making sure to not make any part of what was happening comfortable. He wanted to hurt him as much as he could.
Edd groaned, his eyes closed tightly. "I bet, even if you had any, you wouldn't use lube right now."
"You're right, I wouldn't." Tord licked his lips. "You don't deserve it."
"You are no better than me." Edd hissed. "We're both monsters."
"I'm glad you can admit that finally." The scarred man growled back. "We'll go to hell together."
He pulled back to pull the Edd's pants off the rest of the way. He then peeled off his own shirt to make the Brit confront the damage he did. He was scarred far beyond the scarring that the other Tords had been. Because they had been blown up inside of a mech. He had been blown up by a pyrotechnic shell. A pyrotechnic shell that he and the bastard made together, filled with zinc as well as other burning materials. The fire that consumed him was bright, hot, and never stopped hurting.
He hadn't even gotten the robotic arm until after several timelines after that as he chased after Edd.
Edd looked up at him and there was a deep guilt in his eyes. "Shit."
"Ha... Ha ha ha." Tord grinned wildly at him. "You forgot how badly you burned me, didn't you?"
The Norwegian leaned into the Brit's face, holding his face with his flesh hand. "You burned me worse than anyone else."
"And it fucking hurts... Still. Always will." Tord sneered at him. "So look at what you did, Edd. Look at your handy work."
The scarred man kissed him hard again, his other hand pulling down his own pants. He squeezed his face, hoping to hurt him more. He pulled back from the kiss before he shifted their positions just enough for him to press into the other man, gritting his teeth some. He forgot how much even that was painful for him, his hard cock pulling at the scars on his stomach, hips, and legs.
He leaned over the Brit his eye flicking up at his face. Edd tilted his head back, eyes closed, his hands gripping Tord's arms. The Norwegian grit his teeth and leaned over him more.
"You are a not going to look at me?" Tord sneered at him, grabbing his face with his robotic hand. "LOOK AT ME!"
Edd flinched and looked up at him, his eyes watering. The Norwegian glared down at him, the pain and rage twisting his face as he released the Brit's face to crash their mouths again. He set a laborious, hard pace, not caring about how he was hurting himself or the man beneath him.
Edd balled his hands in Tord's hair to keep him there. It was not an act of affection, but because he couldn't bare to see the pain that Tord was in. The pain that he put him in. Him, not the Edd that had been native to the timeline.
Tord pulled away his face and dropped his forehead against Edd's chest as his arms trembled from exertion. Edd rolled them, gritting his teeth as he took over. Neither of them were going to feel good after this, but he wasn't going to stop things when they both clearly needed something.
Tord grabbed hold of his hips with his hands, his head tilting back as he grimaced. Edd planting his hands on either side of Tord's face as he kept them going long enough for them to both climax. A climax that brought neither of them release.
The Norwegian looked out of his head, his eyes empty as he stared up at the ceiling. Edd held himself up, his arms shaking, but not nearly as badly as Tord's had been. He carefully pulled himself off of the scarred man, trying not to hurt him further. He flopped onto the floor next to him, feeling dirty in a way he couldn't really process at the moment. He looked over at the other man, watching as he slowly started to come back into himself.
Tord sat up, groaning in pain as he moved. "Was that enough?"
"Yes." Edd rolled onto his side to face away from the Norwegian.
Tord carefully, painfully, redressed himself and by the time Edd looked at him again, he was back on the other side of the shared wall. The scarred man managed to get himself to his cot and he flopped onto it, facing the wall.
Edd got up, sore and aching, and cleaned himself as much as he could before dressing and laying onto his own cot. A heavy, suffocating silence settled over them both and lingered long past the lights shutting off for them to sleep.