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Never in a million years did Shedletsky ever think the Spectre would provide such material. And to display it in the middle of the table as the remaining survivors returned from the round?! Now that's surprising!
Those on the winning table immediately stood up from their seats, each one glancing towards one another in confusion and shame. Builderman, who had died during the round, raising a suspicious brow to look upon the victors.
“Mind explaining this?” he asked, his eyes settling towards Shedletsky, obviously.
“Huh? You think I brought those here?! I mean, maybe but they weren't with me at all?!” he defended himself.
“This… wasn't with me either,” Guest adds, arms crossed.
“None of us really,” Noob whispered, looking away in shame.
“Could be some way to get the mood going, y'know?” Shedletsky says, clearly hinting on the usage.
“But- It’s… condoms,” the younger replied, “And well- we are all not in need of any if we wanted to get intimate with each other.”
“Wow that's pretty bold coming from you Noob,” Chance teased.
Builderman sighed as he noticed the tension ease. It was clear that it was all just some cheap trick from the being keeping them here. It was getting bored and it wanted to cause some drama within the group.
“Well, if it belongs to no one then let me confiscate it. Don't want it getting placed in the wrong hands,” he sighed.
“Let me keep them for ya Builds!” Shedletsky offered, with a suspiciously large smile.
The head admin clearly hesitated. Of course he knows Shedletsky has no reason to actually use these, at least to his knowledge, but he also doesn't want to have them either…
“Fine. Just don't try pulling pranks or I swear-”
“Calm down. I know, I know you don't like my jokes.”
“Pleade refrain from showing them off as well,” Duesskar intervenes, his face matching Builderman’s.
“You guys worry too much!” the avian teased, snatching the box off of Builderman’s hands and walking off to his room.
“Would have loved to have some,” Chance comments, several people turning to look at the gambler with slight disgust.
…
It was getting late as 007n7 began to slowly close his eyes. His mind ready to rest, using much of his energy running around and being chased was exhausting. Didn't help that a certain survivor was also not making his life any easier.
Shedletsky seemed to have grown a crush on him, and it was getting extremely obvious with each passing day. It only started subtlety, with food randomly appearing on his door. At first, 007 thought it was just Elliot taking pity on him but very soon feathers would be seen on the plate. Second, the avian admin would maintain close contact during rounds, staying by Seven’s side the majority of the round unless yelled at by Builderman to come over and help. Lastly, it was the very inappropriate jokes he would say when the two were alone.
It was a miracle no one had caught what Shedletsky had said but to say that man had a foul mouth was an understatement. Worse was that 007 didn't mind them at all, reminding him of his younger years. He would blush whenever the other man would describe what he would do if they were alone. Maybe he wants him to.
A knock interrupted his thoughts, a soft groan escaping the hacker as he lifted himself off the bed. Having died early, it allowed him to sneak away and avoid the rest of the survivors as well as any embarrassment from the feathered admin. It was probably the routine food he leaves behind.
The door slammed open, Shedletsky having a large smile, bigger than his usual one. In his hand a small box, not clearly visible due to the size difference between the two.
“Seven! Oh my gods! Want to have sex?!”
“Huh?! W-What?!”
“Come on, it's fine! I have a box of condoms here!” he shows off.
“How did you even get that? And how is that going to make any difference?”
“Well now we don’t have to worry about you getting pregnant! Also I like you…” Shedletsky confesses.
“That- But I…”
“Come on, please!” the admin begs, getting down on his knees.
…
“Damn you're tight- Fuck,” Shedletsky groans, moving his hip back as he removed the third condom that was filled with his come.
007n7 panting, hands clutching the sheets underneath him as he tried to regulate his breathing. Cock limped, having released a few moments ago without rest as it seemed Shedletsky’s stamina was still ongoing. He was unsure how long they have been like this.
Even after the strange confession, the fact the hacker even allowed him to advance this much was a miracle. And Shedletsky was making every second count.
“Fourth one here I ‘cum’” Shedletsky jokes, opening another.
“W-Wait… Hahh- Can't we hold on a bit?” Seven gasps, turning his head to face the other man.
“No way! We still have six more to go!”
“S-Six? We aren't going for six more rounds?!”
“Why not?” Shedletsky asks, his face inching down to be visible for the hacker.
It was a pathetic display, eyes big and watery and mouth turned into a big sad look. He looked like a kicked puppy and was making it difficult to say a word in this.
A sigh escaped, 007 about to respond but Shedletsky beat him to it as he once again moved his hips forward and penetrated the single father. Seven’s back arching at the feeling of being filled once more.
“Thanks for your approval Sevs!”
Shedletsky’s cock buried deep, the feathered admin unable to fully appreciate the warmth of Seven’s inside but it was the cost of being so ‘considerate’ he supposes. 007n7 gasping with each movement, body clenching against the intruder, feeling the weight of the bigger admin above him as it increased the heat. Claws engraving into his pale skin, marking him for anyone to see.
“So beautiful…” he comments, quickening his action as he once again fills the condom with his seed.
The action was repeated various times, the final one being abused to its fullest extent.
The single father was being held by the arms, pulling back as his face hovered above the bed. Legs shaking as Shedletsky kept moving back and forth with ease as he manhandled 007. The protective layer was already so full, the tip threatening to break yet Shedletsky didn't seem to notice nor care.
“Fuck- Seven!”
“Hahh… Ngh! Shed- Shedletsky!” the hacker cries out, failing to hold back any cries.
“Keep yelling my name. Let them know who you belong to- Mmphh.”
Shedletsky had seen people stare.
Especially Chance.
When the condoms appeared upon the table and Shedletsky 'volunteered’ to take care of them, the gambler took their shot and tried to ask for some. Normally, the feathered admin would have obliged however he commented in wanting to meet up with Seven sent him right into motion.
Now here he was, using every single one of them to prevent that gambler from even thinking of getting close to 007n7!
“Shedletsky-! Telamon… Slow down!”
He failed to realize, but having thoughts of the gambler made the admin increase his speed to an almost godly level. The layer protecting is now gone, broken from the tip as it oozes out of 007’s hole, egging Shedletsky to go faster. He wanted to show everyone who he belonged to but unfortunately, time had run out.
Shedletsky moved back, taking note of the broken condom still on his dick yet broken from the tip. Cum staining the hacker's inside as large white chunks slide out, 007’s hole clenching hard at the feeling.
“Opps,” Shedletsky admits, a hand moving to scratch his own neck as his eyes remained on the single father, “Must have gotten carried away.”
…
“Yo man! Mind if I can take some off you?” Chance whispered.
“Uhhh… I think I lost them. Oops!” Shedletsky lies.
“Liar. Ain't no way you're losing that!”
“Look, can we talk later? We are literally in a round!”
“Fine. Fine!” the gambler waves off, preparing his gun as he walks away towards the opposite direction.
The round didn't last as long as before, John Doe seemingly too out of place to even move and Jane Doe using the chance to get closer. In the end, it was a win with no casualties. A lucky round indeed.
Upon returning to the winning table, everyone froze. Right at the center once again stood an undoubtedable box of condoms.
“Nice!” Chance cheers.
007n7 sighing in the corner, ready to escape the awkward situation.