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A repetitive knock on the door woke Chosen up from his sleep. Immediately he groaned as his eyes stung, burrowing further into Dark’s back. The knocking continued, growing more frantic. Dark woke up as well, letting out a growl as he turned his head. "It’s the kids, Cho." His voice was raspy and deep with sleep. "They’re the only ones who know our address.”

"I know,” Chosen replies, pushing his face into Dark’s hair. 

"Go open the door, then.”

The knocking paused momentarily as a loud thud replaced it instead — most likely due to one of the kids kicking at the door. Chosen blearily opened his eyes and frowned at Dark. "Why me?”

"Cause I'm sleeping." When Chosen doesn’t move, Dark sighs and turns around to face him. His eyes were still half lidded, fluttering in effort to stay open. "If you get the door, I'll suck your dick tonight.”

"That’s not gonna work on me,” Chosen groans, even though the offer sent a curious jolt down his body. 

Dark quirked his lips up, hand emerging from the blanket to trail down Chosen’s stomach, stopping at his waistline. His eyes batted innocently up at him, but Chosen knew he absolutely knew what he was doing. He gulped as that hand slipped past his belt line. "I'll let you do whatever you want to me, too,” Dark says sweetly, voice still husky. He licked his lips and Chosen quickly averted his eyes as heat rushed to his cheeks. 

"Honestly, fuck you,” Chosen says plainly, standing up. Dark snickered as he burrowed back into the blankets, eyes already sliding closed. Chosen glared at him, but couldn’t keep up the anger for long. He sighed in defeat, gazing at Dark’s soft expression as he slept for a moment. Then the kicking grows in volume and Chosen rushes out the door. 

"Coming!" he yells. "And don’t break the fucking door!”

There’s one last final kick before the noise quiets. Chosen sighs as he twists open the front door, finding five pairs of big eyes staring up at him. "Hello!” the sticks chorus, all jumping up and down. 

"Hey, you wanna come inside?” Chosen offers, stepping to the side to allow them in. The sticks all eagerly shove themselves forward, tripping over each other’s feet in the process. Chosen closes the door behind them cautiously, raising an eyebrow at their obvious excitement. He crosses his arms. "So, what’s this about?”

"They’re holding an MCSC con in downtown Stickcity!” Green blurts, waving his hands up and down excitedly. "And Yellow won us tickets!”

Chosen tilted his head at the words. "What’s that?”

"Minecraft Stick Championships!” all of them yell, in various stages of offense and disbelief. Red even jumped up from his seat on the couch with a pouty lip. 

"Are you guys smuggling Minecraft?” comes a voice from down the hall. Everyone turns their heads towards Dark, emerging from their room with the blanket wrapped around him. He sleepily glared at the kids. "I'm not breaking you guys out of jail.”

"Believe it or not,” Yellow interjects with a proud smirk, "this is the most legal thing we’ve done with Minecraft.”

"They got tickets to a convention,” Chosen explains, watching the way Dark’s large shirt loosely fell off his shoulder. He gulps as he remembers his prior words. "It’s in downtown.” 

"Tickets for you, too!” Second exclaims, whipping out two half sheets of paper seemingly out of nowhere. Both Dark and Chosen looked at each other in surprise, taking the offered tickets. "We were gonna invite Purple and Mango, but Purple said they weren’t…ready.” 

Chosen looks down at the paper. A colorful "MC STICK CHAMPIONS” was printed at the top of the page, followed by the time and address. A QR code was stamped on the side, with dotted lines separating it from the rest of the ticket. Dark chuckled. "What the hell even is MCSC?”

"It’s an event where a bunch of famous Minecraft players come together to compete in challenges!” Green explains excitedly. "They usually were strictly for human players, but this is the first championship for sticks! We have to go watch!”

Dark hums as he leans against Chosen’s arm. "Well, the event is at 3, we have enough time to get ready. Downtown’s about an hour drive, though. You kids ready for that?” 

"We came prepared!” Blue claims, and lifts up backpacks from out of nowhere. Chosen blinks as all the kids raised their own proudly. "We even got things for them to sign!”

"Nothing illegally smuggled, I hope,” Chosen mumbles, but shakes his head and smiles. These kids really were something. "Sure thing. Did you eat?”

—

Chosen and Dark go back to their room to change, allowing Blue to take hold of their kitchen and prepare breakfast. A blessing, really, since neither Chosen or Dark were good cooks. Blue however was a whole ass chef. The other’s really got to eat his cooking all the time? For free?

"You know, I kind of feel like a soccer mom,” Dark pipes up as he kicks his pants off. He tucks his hair behind his ear as he looks over at Chosen, who is in the middle of pulling a dark red shirt over his head. "We’ve got, what? Five kids? And it’s like we’re going on a family outing.”

"I thought you didn’t like those kids,” Chosen points out in amusement, grinning mischievously as he walks over. Dark putters his tongue as he rolls his eyes. 

"I don’t. They can all die in a hole for all I care,” Dark claims furiously. He leans his back against Chosen’s chest and tilts his head up at him. "I'm thinking of taking them to the night market afterwards, but it gets really crowded, too. Especially downtown.”

Chosen shakes his head fondly, pressing a kiss to Dark’s temple. "You say that, but I know you." He lowers his head and sends Dark another grin. "You love those kids, don’t you?”

Dark ignites his hand with fire, looking into Chosen’s eyes with a smirk. "You’d better stop talking now.”

Cute. Chosen feels like he ought to maybe be intimidated by Dark’s burning gaze and the literal fire in his hands, but he really just couldn’t muster up the feeling. He wraps his arms around Dark’s waist, pulling him close into an embrace. Dark hums as he lets him squeeze him close, then after a while sighs and says, "Okay Chosen, get off me now. I'm hungry.”

Chosen trailed one hand down to Dark’s ass, gripping it tightly for a moment before he lets go. Dark squeaks in surprise, whipping his head around with his face on fire. Chosen steps away from him to change into some jeans, and Dark groans. "I hate you.”

"Love you, too." He means it.

—

After eating pancakes that Blue made from scratch (Chosen had for some reason had the illusion that pancakes could only be made well using boxed mixes, but apparently the spare flour, egg, milk and whatever the fuck else Blue scooped up was enough), Dark pulled Chosen to the side in a panic and said that if they were to bring the kids to the market, they would probably have to stay the night at a hotel. Chosen couldn’t even suggest ditching the market when Dark looked genuinely distressed about not being able to show it to the kids, even though it would’ve been the easiest solution. 

"We’re so broke, Chosen, how are we gonna afford a hotel for five, six…seven people!” Dark whispers heatedly. "Even if we share a bed, that’s still five more needed!”

"We’ll just find a cheaper one, or something!” Chosen quickly whispers back. "Yellow and Blue can share, that’s for certain…I think Second could probably share with Red, but that crush of his might get in the way. Green…can get a bed to himself. Or squeeze in with someone.”

"That’s three beds…maybe four." Dark bites his lip. Chosen tries not to get distracted by that. "I really wish we didn’t stop stealing everything we needed and murdering anyone who saw…”

"Miss that life of pillage and plundering?”

"Very much so." Dark sighs as Second shuffles over, looking up at them curiously. "The fuck you want?”

"What are you whispering about?” Second asks bluntly, mimicking a head tilt that Chosen suspiciously notes is a lot like his. Dark trades a look with him. 

"How do you guys feel about visiting the night market after the convention?” Chosen directs the question loudly. The other sticks perked up, and before he could say anything else, Green was jumping up and down and waving his hands again. 

"The market! Purple told me about that!" he shouts, happiness and excitement clear in his voice. Red let out a gasp and sprang up next to him. The two grab each other’s hands and do a little dance together. "It’s like — there’s stalls everywhere with a bunch of food and people and stuff to buy —!”

"And they even have animals!” Red cuts in. 

"There’s foods you can’t even think of off the top of your head!” Green continues, and Blue’s expression turns dreamy. "We have to go! Purple said you don’t really get the market experience unless you head downtown!”

Chosen held up his hands, quickly muffling that excitement to a more quiet level. Green and Red stop their dancing, though they both grin widely and shift on their feet. "The only issue is that we’d need to book a hotel to stay the night. We don’t think it’s safe for you guys to head home so late.”

Second makes a noise. "We have sleeping arrangements for these situations —“

"Hotel rooms are expensive, too,” Dark pipes up, flicking Second’s forehead with a little grin that quickly disappears as he sobers up. "Especially if this convention is as popular as you say it is, the places will be cramped. Most of the time it is cramped…” Dark sighed. "I might have a way to persuade the boss to give us a discount, but still.”

"Do you guys even have jobs?” Blue asks, his face pulled into one of incredulousness. He bats away Yellow’s fork that was incoming for an attack on his remaining pancakes. "I’d assumed you did, to afford even living, but…?”

"The government pays us to stay out of the way,” Chosen explains. "And also an occasional check if they need us to kill anyone for them.”

"That’s my favorite part,” Dark adds happily. 

Blue looks at them with wide eyes, and Chosen could almost guess what he’s saying: Yep. The two most powerful sticks in all of the internet are also the poorest amongst the poor. And he really wouldn’t blame him for thinking that way. Chosen and Dark never really needed to build a life together, since their "life together” has been terrorized and murder, repeat repeat. But then again, Chosen didn’t need many things to be happy. In fact, he was happiest when all he had was Dark. 

"We could visit the market another time,” Red offers, and the way he said it made it seem like he was struggling to get the sentence out. Dark just shook his head. 

"You kids don’t worry about it,” he said, and his usual grin returned. Which meant he usually had a plan that would either work spectacularly, or involve some sort of blood and bruising. "I've got it.”

—

Before they leave, Dark and Chosen pack their bags and make sure the kids have everything packed as well. Red had forgotten a toothbrush, and Yellow only grabbed one sock. A lot better than Chosen was expecting, to be honest. He gave Red an unused toothbrush and Second had somehow found the other sock from Yellow’s pair in his own bag. Weird, but okay. 

"Okay, everyone out the door! No — not all at once!” Chosen groaned as all five sticks surged for the door at the same time, bumping into each other with groans and yelps. They quickly file out one by one, Chosen and Dark the last ones out. 

Dark closed the door behind them and locked it. "Alright, our ride’ll be here in about five minutes, but we gotta meet up on the main road,” he announces, pulling his phone out to check something. "Look out for a car with plate ending with SW675”

Chosen leaned over his shoulder and looked at his phone before turning back to the rest of the kids. "All right, follow me and try to keep up.”

"How’s the city?” Second asks as he falls into step with Chosen. "We spend all our time on the PC or Minecraft, so we don’t really…know what to expect. Do you like it here?”

"It’s alright." Honestly, Chosen wouldn’t have his life any other way. It was a drastic change from his usual life of site-hopping, or before on the PC. Usually sticks from either PC or the city have trouble adjusting to life on the opposite place due to the huge rift of differences. But settling down after so long was…nice. "There’s just more rules, I guess. Social cues and etiquette. PC life is pretty much being in your own house all the time.”

Second made a face then, looking displeased at his words. Chosen stifles a chuckle as he patted Second’s head. "It’s not that bad. I think you’ll like it.”

"I see it!” Red calls out suddenly, pointed towards a large gray van. Dark whistled. 

"Damn, that was fast. Who’s squeezing in the back?” 

Yellow and Green both pointed to each other, and Second pointed both hands at Chosen, which he thought was both really funny and offensive. Dark, like the evil bastard he was, selected Yellow, Green, and Chosen to smush themselves in the back. 

"I'm taller than even you,” Chosen argues as they load into the car. "You can’t put the tallest in the back!”

"Yes I can, ‘cause I’m in charge,” Dark says with a wink as he shoos Chosen into the back. "And don’t squash the kids back there." Dark himself got to sit in the passenger’s seat while Red and Second sat in the middle row, with Blue in the extra seat between them. 

Chosen’s knees practically came up to his chin when he sat back there. Yellow got the unfortunate seat of the very middle, his elbows raised to make room for the two sticks at his side. Green leaned his head on the rest next to him, looking out the window.

"You guys heading for that game convention today?” The driver, a dark emerald green colored stick, asks as the car starts. Dark hummed in affirmation, head down and looking at his phone. "Ah, nice. Never really got into that game, but I know a friend who does. Says it’s pretty ‘mazin.”

"It is!” Red blurts excitedly, his legs jumping in his seat. The driver’s eyes flicker up to the rear view mirror. "There’s so much freedom and creativity and gimmicks that just let you do so many cool things! And there’s magic and adventure and thinking that goes into it, but everyone can play because there’s so many different types of players! You can be a builder, or — or, or a mechanic, an adventurer—!”

"Some rowdy kids y’all are,” the driver chuckles. He turned to Dark briefly. "They yours?”

"Hell no,” Dark says, still uninterested in holding a conversation with the driver. He and Chosen never really called a car to take them anywhere — they either walked, or never left the house in the first place. "Just chaperoning. Don’t play the game myself, either.”

"Was thinkin’ you were too youn’ to behavin’ kids this big,” the driver says, Dark making an uncommitted noise. "That means I still have a chance with you?”

There was a pause of pretty much all breathing in the car before Dark looked up from his phone and turned to the driver, all smiles. "That depends on how well you treat me first.”

Chosen can already sense the rapid, wide-eyed looks from the young sticks before they even happen. The three sticks in front spin their head around so fast Chosen thinks they might get whiplash. Yellow leans forward to stare at him and Green even takes off his headphones. Second mouths something hurriedly, his hands gesturing to the two in front with frantic movements. Chosen just shrugs and makes a thumbs up at him, to which his face scrunched up even more. Green holds up his hands and furrows his eyebrows in a ‘what????’ kind of way. 

The rest of the car ride is pretty eventful after that, as the driver and Dark continue to trade flirtatious comments back and forth and the colored sticks acting like each response from Dark was a personal hit. Their faces also grew increasingly severe, but Chosen puts a finger to his mouth, and since they’re good kids, they listen. Albeit very reluctantly, and with many pained faces. 

When they pull up to the convention, a lot of sticks are already waiting around. Chosen spots a few with homemade trinkets and items from the game — diamond swords, pickaxes, a bow — and some in game merch shirts. The crowd at least managed to snag the sticks’ attention as they all pressed their faces against the window and talked excitedly amongst each other. 

The driver comes to a stop next to the sidewalk and opens the doors. Red, Blue and Second immediately hop out as soon as they can manage to squeeze through the still moving door. Chosen helps unclip the middle seat and lets Green and Yellow scramble out first. The five of them jump and fiddle around in excitement outside the car, waiting for Chosen and Dark to join them. 

Chosen climbs out with a grunt, turning around to hold a hand for Dark, but finds him already out. He flashes Chosen a quick smile before he swings around the front of the car, leaning on the frame of the driver’s door. He leans down, hair falling strategically in front of his shoulder. "How much for the ride?” he asks with a grin. 

Chosen turns away as he feels someone tugging on his shirt, eyes landing on Second. The kid looked downright distressed, staring up at Chosen. "Chosen, what’s he…doing?”

Chosen furrowed his eyebrows. "Dark? Oh — uh, he does that a lot. He’s got a lot of charisma, I guess." Upon seeing Second — and the rest of the kids’ — face’s pinch even further, Chosen hurriedly adds, "It’s not anything serious! It gets them to lower the price of things because they think he’s cute and they want a shot at him. Don’t worry.”

"Oh…” Even so, Second sends Dark a worried glance when he joins them, hands pocketing his phone. "Are you okay with him doing that?”

Dark grabs Chosen’s arm, wrapping his own around it. "Half off, Cho, that was insane! So what are we talking about?”

"The kids think you’re cheating on me.”

Dark snickered. "Awww.” 

"C’mon, let’s get in before the lines get long,” Chosen offers, already beginning to walk in the vague direction he guessed the front entrance was. Dark continued to giggle next to him, but he was still clung onto Chosen’s side, so that was okay. "How does the event work?”

"Well — we watch the game, and then there’s a meet ‘n greet for the players!” Yellow exclaims, quickly jumping onto the change of topic. "There’s also shops and other mini-events like panels, cosplays, pictures and stuff. Kind of like a fan gathering.”

Yellow, and eventually Green and Blue, continues to explain the schedule for the day, and then they trail off into explaining general mechanics of the game. A new update with goats has Red itching to get a horn for himself. Green has taken it upon himself to try and teach the others how to texture their builds. Blue’s discovered how to make jams on accident when he tossed berries into the brewing stand. All becoming white noise and mindless chatter the longer Chosen listened to it. 

The inside of the convention was already crowded, and that was only the front where they handed in their tickets. There were at least six stations, manageable sized lines in each. The seven of them stuck themselves into the shortest one and waited, but the line was moving at a pretty quick pace. 

At one point, Green pulled out his phone and started a call with someone. "Hey!" He greets, Second and Blue crowding around to peek at the phone. "Yeah, we’re inside right now. You won’t believe it!" He starts to spin his camera around, probably showing the other the convention. "I know! Say hi to the others!”

"Hi, Purple!” the other four sticks greeted. 

Dark sighed against Chosen. "Remember when we were young and that full of energy?”

"You mean when we used that energy for evil? Yep.”

"Exactly." Dark grinned as he waved his hand in front of the kids to get them to move up the line. "Come on, your fat asses are holding up the line.”

"Yeah no, Dark is fine,” Green says to the phone. "I told you! He’s like Mango — a bitch when you first meet him, but just an old dude when you get to know him.”

Dark looked wounded. "I'm like, only six years older than you all?” 

Their group moved up as the sticks in front of them finished. "Tickets?” the worker requests, holding out a gloved hand. Chosen gave her his ticket first and she scanned it on the machine. A purple wristband popped out and she handed it to him. 

Next was Dark. Then Yellow, Red, Green, Second…and then Blue was rifling through his bag. 

"I—“ Blue looked up with panicked eyes. "I-Ican’t find it.”

"What?” Second surged forward and started to scramble through the bag too, but his face grew increasingly distressed until he finally stopped. "It’s not…there?”

"Did it fall out?” Yellow asks, giving his own try at the bag. His hand comes back out empty. "Did you open your bag at all?”

"I had some…um…” Blue casted a wary look around him. "Some…snacks..while at the house.”

Everyone collectively breathed out a sigh. Blue’s ‘snacks’ equated to ‘netherwart’. Now that Chosen thinks about it, he did see Blue munching on some of that stuff when he left his room. "What do we do then?” Yellow asks, sending a look to Second, who looked over at Chosen. 

"Sorry, but no ticket means no entry,” the ticket clerk said, giving them a helpless shrug. 

Dark hummed thoughtfully. "Surely there must be something you could do for us? A kind and beautiful lady such as yourself?” 

The stick looked surprised to be addressed as such, then averted her eyes. "No…sorry, it’s the policy. I can’t give you a ticket without scanning the code.”

"Oh, there must be a way to override the command?” Dark persists and leans against the machine slightly. He eyes her up and down — Chosen waved off Second’s panicked face — and sent her a smirk. "A pretty lady like you definitely knows a thing or two about this kind of thing. You’d help us out, won’t you?”

The stick finally gave in with a slight blush. "I-I suppose..it would be a shame for your group to leave someone behind…” She tapped the machine a few times, entered a passcode, and out came a wristband. Dark plucked it and blew her a kiss as he wrapped it around Blue’s arm. The clerk blushed even more and covered her face. 

Chosen…wasn’t really sure how to feel about that. Dark at most only put his hands on his victim’s arms or chest to persuade them some more, a blowed kiss was pretty new. 

Dark leads Blue to the other side of the line and bumps his hip with Chosen’s. "That was a close one! I really thought I was losing her.”

"Really?” Green asked incredulously. "From our side she looked like she was waiting for a marriage proposal!”

"Nah, you gotta get it right,” Dark tells him. They pushed through the wide double doors and entered into a large, dimly lighted room with colored lights. Pink and purple lights shone on Dark’s face. "You can tell by her body language she was still pretty reluctant and all. One wrong move and it’s over.”

"Maybe she’s not into twinks,” Green observes bluntly. Second quickly stifled his snort that escaped. 

Dark blinked. He pointed at Blue, then Red. "You two. Rock paper scissors for who gets to have Green squeeze in with them for the night.”

Green let out an outraged cry as they made their way around the convention, eyeing booths and stores. Red and Blue shared a glance, shrugged, and did a quick game of rock paper scissors. The first was a tie. The second one, Red lost to Blue’s paper. 

"Why are we included in Green’s punishment too?” Second grumbles as Blue and Yellow cheer and do a happy dance together. He sends a pleading look towards Chosen, as if he had any control over what Dark did. He could only shrug at him. 

Blue suddenly gasped and pointed. "Look! A potions brewing section! Oh, Yellow—?” He sent a pleading look to the other stick, who laughed and nodded. "Okay! We — let’s go now!”

"Don’t — And they’re gone,” Second sighs. He looked around and found his own booth that caught his eye. "Woah, exploration on animal behavior?” Red gasps in excitement and pats Second’s arm. "I — you wanna go?”

"Come with me!” Red squeals, doesn’t give Second time to respond, and pulls him towards the booth. 

Chosen and Dark look at each other, then down at Green. "You’re stuck with us,” Chosen tells him. Green makes a face. 

"No thanks? I'll just walk around and show Purple some stuff." He put a hand on his hips with a scowl. "You two oldies better not hover over me.”

Then he scampered off and, well, that left Chosen and Dark alone. He glanced around, unsure of what he ought to do. Ultimately, he looked to Dark for direction. "Combat section?” Dark offers, pointing towards a booth lined with weapons from the game. 

Chosen nodded and shrugged at the same time. "Combat section.”

—

Overall, the booths weren’t uninteresting. Chosen could kind of get why the kids were so feral over the game — the mechanics were intricate and the level of creativity one could stew in the game was incredible. But eventually, the lights dimmed more, and a loud voice over the speakers called for everyone to locate their seat. The sticks all found their seats and the kids excitedly traded stories of their adventures. Green eventually had to be told to turn off his phone, and with a big pout, said goodbye to Purple. Then, the event began. 

The teams were invited into stage first — the names a color followed by a mob or animal — and each found was told to situate themselves atop a small platform. There were ten teams in total, and with the limited space the stage was, the teams were split in half. The first half, after being introduced, stood upon the platform until one of the hosts flipped a switch. Their data fizzed and glowed until they disappeared, and on the big screens everywhere, they appeaRed in the Minecraft world. 

"Now I'm kind of glad Purple and Mango didn’t join us,” Red whispers to the others, who nod sympathetically with a wince. Chosen didn’t get it, so he just shrugged. 

Once all the contestants were transported to the server, the games began. The sticks first were allowed to choose which mini-games they partook in in the Decision Dome. Even this, the very beginning of the championship where the games didn’t even start, had the crowds going wild with screams. It was getting loud to the point of Chosen becoming worried one of the sticks would pass out from sheer adrenaline. 

Thankfully, that didn’t happen — the games went off without a hitch and no one had to be called in to assist in a medical emergency. The kids were really into it, yelling at the screens and giving tips or getting disappointed when a team they were rooting for lost. Chosen thought a pretty neat thing they installed in the convention was a function that allowed the in-game players to hear the voices of those around them. 

Finally, after eight rounds of minigames and many tragic losses (Chosen supposed), the Cyan Coyotes and Red Rabbits were the last team to compete in Dodgebolt. Surprisingly, this last game was tense — it seemed that not only the players, but the audience was holding their breath. 

And, after the most chilling and honestly pretty climatic moments of Chosen’s game life, the Cyan Coyotes won.

The applause and screams were sudden, raging, and loud. Being hollowheads, both he and Dark (and Second, technically) had more enhanced senses. That also meant hearing. And fuck, Chosen thinks, was the crowd loud. 

"Fucking bitch Christ,” Dark mutters, plugging his ears. "Cunt motherfucker bullshit hell ass shit piss bastard.”

"They won!” Second screams as he shakes Chosen’s arms nauseously. "They won!”

Chosen doesn’t even get to mutter anything before the kids all jump up and down in a hug, screaming all the while. He does feel a bit of fondness as he watches their excitement, but that is also slightly dampened by the fact that the whole room was a live sound monster. 

All things come to an end, and soon, the kids are quiet again. They get up and exit the stage room, but stay inside the convention. Green calls Purple again, who apparently had been watching the games on the TV, and then another mini screaming round was restarted. 

"What the fuck, it’s almost six already,” Chosen mutters as he checks the time on his phone. "The meet and greet is in about fifteen minutes, you guys need to get your jiggles out before we go back in?”

Once prompted, the colored sticks did, in fact, needed to get their jiggles out. Red and Green flapped their hands in excitement as Yellow paced back and forth, a little bounce in his step. Blue was hopping on both his feet whilst Second did a little combination of shaking his hands and pacing. They continued to chat animatedly as they did so, energy seeming to never run out. 

Jiggles and wiggles now flushed out of their body and much less overwhelmed now, the kids hurried down the hall to the large meet and greet ballroom. A large line had already been formed, ten tables set up with the four members sitting patiently at them already. Although the event hadn’t officially started, the players were already interacting with their fans. 

"I wanna go meet the Lime Llamas team!” Yellow exclaims. "Did you see the way they worked together during those games? And that silver stick’s redstone! She's a genius!”

"We can try to hit as many teams as possible,” Chosen tells them. Immediately upon hearing his words, Yellow grabs onto Blue, who grabs Red, who grabs onto Second, who then grabs onto Green. The five of them form a weird little rope as they all get pulled one by one towards the lines. 

Chosen looks at Dark, who sighs. "These kids are so fucking exhausting,” Dark claims, and follows them.

—

When they finally left the convention, the sun had set. Chosen is burnt out from all the excitement around him, but the kids are still vibrating with energy. Stomachs were growling, though, so they set off towards the night market a few ways away. To be honest, it was kind of funny to watch the kids navigate around the busy streets and small sidewalks without being run over. He knew they were smart enough to always avoid actually being run over, but the avoiding part was the funny part. 

"Anything in particular you want to eat?” Dark asks them, looking down at his phone with the other wrapped around Chosen’s. He shivered in the cold outside. Chosen wanted to take him somewhere warmer. "Something sweet? Cold?”

"Anything that looks yummy!” Blue exclaims happily. The others nod or shout in agreement. 

As soon as they could see just a sliver of the glow from the market, Blue was already taking off towards the stalls and weaving between the sticks. Chosen reaches out to grab him by his sweater, but Second stops his hand with a shake of his head. "Don’t bother, he’ll find his way back,” Second tells him. "Let’s just stick together for now, though.”

"Imma go get that ice cream thing from last time, Cho,” Dark says, but this time Chosen was able to grab him before he ran off. 

"Stay with the kids,” Chosen grumbles as he pulls Dark back toward him. "And don’t get ice cream first! At least get something solid.”

"Nuh-uh.”

"The fuck you mean nuh-uh!?”

"Ooh!” Yellow cuts in, breaking away from the group. "What’s that?”

"Fried squid?” Second says incredulously, then makes a face as he trailed behind Yellow. "It looks slimy."

"It's a squid," Yellow swipes back. "It's supposed to be slimy. We can't eat squids in Minecraft, let's try it here!"

By the time they finished arguing, the worker had already handed two skewers. Dark sighed as he trudged over and opened up his phone. "How much?"

"Thirty."

Dark blinked at him. "Thirty for two skewers?"

"Read the sign, pretty boy." The worker jabbed grouchily at the sign holding up the store's QR code as well as the price. Chosen scowls to himself — both at the use of the pet name, and also the overpriced squid skewers. Seriously, thirty just for two skewers? These better be the best fucking skewers in the damn world. 

Second frowned. "Is that expensive?" he leaned the skewer a bit away from himself, like he didn't want it anymore. To be fair, it didn't seem like he wanted it in the first place. 

"Purple says it is," Green pipes in, glaring at the worker. The stick just holds up his hands innocently. 

"Hey, you've already got it. Now pay and scram, I've got others to deal with."

Dark sighed, flicking his hair behind his shoulder in flair. He pouts his lips at the worker, who seemed to pause. "You're being unfair...is there anything we could do?” 

Yellow and Second almost drop their skewers in shock. Chosen clenched his jaw as he looks away — he’s not against Dark’s ‘flirt until you swindle money out of everyone' approach to problems...but it was the way this particular worker eyed him down. The usual people were bashful and charmed, but with the way this stick was looking at Dark...was like he was ready to pounce on him. Take him for his own. Chosen felt a strange surge of protectiveness over this. 

The worker sighed. "D'you really think being pretty is all it takes to get a discount out of me?"

Dark licked his lips deliberatly while Chosen's eye twitched. "I can do a lot more if you'd let me."

The stick smirked. "Leave me a way to contact you and I'll let you."

While Dark wrote on a notepad the stick had out, the worker configured a different price for him on his phone. The knot in Chosen's gut tightened, so to distract himself, he turned to the kids and urged them to eat. Yellow bit down on his squid immediately as Second timidly nibbled his. The hollowhead made a face and silently handed the food to Green. "Is it good?” he asks, sending a wary look towards Yellow. 

"I think Blue’d like it,” Yellow comments in lieu of an actual response. Dark handed the paper to the stick and scanned the QR. 

"Let’s go! I gotta show you this roast duck — it’s spicy, though, not sure how you guys deal with that,” Dark says happily, reattaching himself next to Chosen and pulling them through the isle. When they were far enough from the stall, Dark grinned and whispered to Chosen, "I gave him Alan's phone number.”

Chosen, despite how tense he had been, laughed at the absurdity of it. "That’s terrible of you.”

"Serves him right.”

Just then, Blue reappears with a small plastic bowl of something. "Guys, try this!" He doesn’t give anyone a chance to reply and shoves a spoonful of it into the closest person’s mouth — that being Red. The food almost drops out of his mouth before he scrambles to swallow it. 

"I — jelly?” Red mutters as he chews slower. He gestures for Blue to give him another bite. "Cursors, this is yummy!”

"Ooh, I love those,” Dark chimes in as he leans over Blue’s shoulder to see what it was. "You should’ve gotten the strawberry mochi with it.”

Blue continued to shove a spoonful of the food into the others’ mouths. Green handed him the other squid skewer and Blue kind of just…chomped down on it without taking it out of Green’s hand. After Blue took the squid off the stick, Green threw it away. 

"Hmm,” Blue hummed expertly as he chewed. Then he swallowed. "It’s got a weird aftertaste. The slimy texture is unsettling, too. There’s something off about the seasoning, I think. Kind of leaves a weird thick feeling in your throat.”

There was silence in the group for a moment as they all soaked up Blue’s words. "And he was trying to sell it for thirty,” Dark grumbles after a while, his voice high with offense. 

"You got these for thirty!?” Blue yelps. 

"Nah, ten." Dark grins. "He thought I was gonna give him head instead. Now, let’s go get something else to eat.”

—

At the very end, it had reached about eight o’clock before they started to tire. If the excitement and adrenaline of the day had finally worn out the sticks, Chosen was pretty sure they would still be running around. They slumped against each other in exhaustion, taking tiny bites of their leftover food. Dark had been laughing until the temperature severely dropped and he burrowed closer to Chosen for warmth. Why he had decided to not wear a jacket, Chosen would never know. 

"It’s about time we find someplace to stay for the night,” Chosen announces. After dawdling around in a haze, they all plot themselves on a table in front of a small stage. A few sticks were singing, but no one was really paying attention to the music. "Did you find a place?”

"Yeah, a while ago,” Dark answers as he pulls up his phone. "This one’s a short walk and the reviews are good. A lot of people say different prices, though, but most are cheap.”

Chosen proceeded to shoo the kids off the chairs, and the complied groggily. Their full bellies probably served in adding to their sleepiness. They managed to make it to the hotel without much struggle, except for when Red managed to fall asleep while walking and fell on top of Green. The two of them came tumbling to the floor in the middle of the sidewalk. 

"Where’s a bed when you need one?” Red mumbles as he slowly got back up, almost falling over again in the process. He sighed. "I miss Minecraft.” 

"We’re almost there,” Chosen says with a helpless shrug. "Just around the corner there.”

Green let Red hang off his shoulder, which was a pretty risky move seeing a what happened the last time Red was there. Against all odds, they manage to make it to the hotel. It was a tall building with two large potted plants outside. A dark red velvet carpet led the way to the check in. 

Dark hurried forward to register them while the others were still making their way inside. Chosen took a moment to marvel at the decorations inside — the hotel looked fancy. He was honestly a little worried about how expensive the rooms would be. Didn’t Dark say the hotel was relatively cheap? they must be making a lot to make it so fancy! 

Another, small and traitorous part of his mind also wondered if Dark would be using his charms to get them a lower price on the rooms. It’s not that it was unlikely — in fact, Dark would probably try to woo the clerk regardless of how pricey it was. Still, Chosen had spent the entire day watching Dark get flirty with others for his own gain — and it was terrible in the market, where it seemed like every stick he turned to was interested in him. 

Chosen kind of felt like Dark was abandoning him. Which was funny, because that was literally impossible. Chosen wasn’t a prideful person, but the fact that he and Dark stuck together was about the truest fact as any. The sky was blue. Chosen was at Dark’s side. The grass was green. Dark was at Chosen’s side. 

It didn’t stop the dirty, sour feeling of jealousy. 

Chosen and the rest of the kids finally caught up to Dark, who was already conversing with the hotel clerk, a bright violet young stick. He couldn’t hear their conversation from afar, but it grew clearer when he neared. 

“$239 would be your total, sir,” the clerk chirped, flicking her eyes up and away from the computer. Chosen has a silent heart attack at the numbers, and he’s sure his face shows it. Dark was stunned for a moment before he schooled his expression and leaned on the counter. 

"I'm sure we can lower those numbers just a bit, can’t we?” Dark tossed her his ever famous smirk, leaning forward just slightly so that his shirt fell forward and his collarbones were more in view. Chosen caught the way the clerk paused her eyes flickered down to view them. He swallowed and turned to look at the other sticks, determined to distract himself. 

Green was still on call with Purple, but he had taken off his headphones and put him on speaker, so that Yellow could also speak with him. The two of them spoke animatedly to the phone, Yellow making gestures with his hands as he spoke. Blue turned away from where he was conversing with Red and Second to peek over Yellow’s shoulder, hugging him around the arms. That left Second and Red alone — aaaaaand Chosen was getting bored of watching the kids. 

"Your hair is cute, it frames your face so well,” Dark says sweetly. Chosen balled his hands into fists and focuses on not lighting them on fire instead of the words Dark was saying. "I bet I could show you a good time in one of these rooms." He ends his comment with a wink and then Chosen’s hands actually light up. Second and Green both lunge forward in unison and pats it out.

Dark must’ve noticed, because he discreetly kicks Chosen’s leg with his own, licking his lips at the clerk. The violet stick quickly looked to the side, putting a hand on her flamed cheeks. She mouths something to her employee, who seemed to have been watching the interaction from the corner of her eyes. She mouths something back excitedly and the clerk giggles, then turns back to Dark. 

"I'm not too sure if I can lower your rooms much,” she drawls, and Chosen recognizes that flirtatious glint in her eyes as she leans forward too, curling her back. "Though, you’re welcome to convince me.”

Oh okay so we’re just abandoning basic etiquette and manners now? Chosen thinks aggressively in his head, keeping his face neutral. Maybe bored, if one were to analyze deep enough. W here’s your goddamn supervisor, motherfucker? They ever put you through training? Fuck you fuck you fuckyoufuckyou—

"You’re a sweet little thing, aren’t you?” Dark even goes as far as tucking the clerk’s hair behind her ear, resulting in a mad blush and giggle in response. Chosen tried not to think about how much he’d done that for Dark. Then he trailed that hand down to her chin, tilting it upwards. The blush bloomed impossibly further. 

"Chosen?” Second whispers to him, tugging on his sleeve. Chosen’s face twitches, but lets himself be pulled away. Once his back is turned, a long suppressed scowl stretched out on his face. Second winces. "Yikes. You sure you’re okay with him doing that?”

"I'm certain,” Chosen grits out. 

Second glances down. "The bottom of your feet froze up.”

Chosen curses and yanks his foot out of the ice, resulting in a cracking noise. He kicks the rest of the ice away, watching it melt on the maroon carpet. He inhales deeply then, holding it in for a moment and sighing it out. He glances behind to see Dark nodded, pulling out some cash. At least he managed to lower the price, Chosen thinks bitterly. He turns back sharply, determined to whisk Dark away as soon as possible before he does anything else that might drive Chosen absolutely off the charts —

— and sees the desk clerk had left the counter, dragging her claws down Dark’s shirt —

Chosen sees black for a moment, and in the next, his hand yanks on Dark’s wrist. No one is allowed to fucking touch Dark except for him. There’s a moment of confusion as Dark is dragged away and the violet stick is left without anything to hold onto, but Chosen feels so hazy that he doesn’t hear. He starts marching towards the elevator, yanking a Dark behind him and hearing the faint scrambles of the rest of the sticks following. 

"Chosen!? What the fuck?” Dark yelps, trying to pull his hand free, but Chosen just tightens his grip and sends him a glare. He uses his other hand and plucks the shiny white room cards from Dark’s grasp. 

Once the kids clamber onto the elevator, sending worried looks to both Dark and Chosen, he holds two of the cards to Second. The orange stick takes it tentatively, looking at Chosen with furrowed eyebrows and pointedly glancing at Dark. One warning growl from Chosen got him to back off. He quietly slips the other card to Yellow and clicks the floor button with a sigh. 

Dark kicks his foot again, this time with more intent. "Cho, seriously, what the fuck is up with you? What the hell crawled up your ass crack and died?” 

Chosen sent him a growl as well, husky and deep. Dark narrowed his eyes and growled back at him, and fuck, it was sending a jolt of heat down to his dick. He and Dark stared at each other sharply, neither backing off — Dark in irritation, Chosen mostly in anger and arousal — before the elevator dinged and the doors opened. 

The young sticks raced out of the elevator, but Chosen squeezed past them still. He dragged Dark down the hall at a speed that would almost be a run. Dark didn’t fight being dragged now, though Chosen for the feeling it was only because he wanted to figure out what he was up to. The rushed footsteps of the rest of the colored sticks were behind them, Second even calling out a "Wait up!” from back there. Chosen’s scowl twitched. 

He comes to an abrupt stop in front of their rooms — 423, 424 — and slams the card against the automated door. When the light turns from red to green, the other sticks have already caught up, panting and heaving. Chosen waits for them to catch their breath first, then takes his own deep breath. Once his head is a little clearer, he says shortly, "Goodnight and be good. Leave us alone and if you need anything, figure it out or call room service.”

Then he yanks open the door and steps in, ignoring the confused voices of the kids, and kicks it closed. Dark opened his mouth immediately, face tight with annoyance, but Chosen slams him against the door and kisses him roughly. Any words that Dark had planned to spew died out as he kissed him back feverishly, pressing and squirming their bodies closer together. 

Chosen stuck his leg between Dark’s, rubbing against his cock and Dark moaned into his mouth. Chosen could only briefly hope that the kids had been sensibly and retreated to their rooms before he reached a hand down and pulled Dark’s leg up, digging himself deeper against him. 

Heat coursed through his body as he kissed Dark, so fiercely he was practically burying him against the door. It felt like Chosen was still chasing after him, despite Dark being right here, in his arms, but Chosen still couldn’t touch him.

Chosen breaks away from the kiss and mouths at Dark’s neck. Satisfaction runs through him when Dark quickly twists his head to the side, his arms coming to wrap around Chosen’s neck. Mine, Chosen thinks restlessly, biting particularly hard on the skin so that he left a mark. So that everyone would see and they would know Dark was his, his, his. His alone. 

"C-Chosen, I'm getting a lot of mixed — oh!” Dark hissed as Chosen bit down on the other side of his neck, where it would be most visible. "Mixed s-signals. Are you mad at me or mmn…n-not?”

"I'm furious with you,” Chosen says lowly, bringing his head up from Dark’s neck. He rubs his knee in a circular motion, and sees the way Dark stifles a groan as he closed his eyes. "What do you think you’re doing, flaunting yourself around like that?”

"W-what?” Dark stutters, eyes blinking hazily open. He stared at Chosen, half-lidded. "I don’t get…”

"I think you do." Chosen’s hands climbed up Dark’s stomach underneath his shirt, reaching his nipples. He pressed against them and lowered his head, closer to Dark’s face. "You’ve been driving me crazy all day. Why did you let everyone get a taste of you, and not me?”

Dark could only moan as Chosen toyed with his nipples and rubbed his knee against his cock at the same time. "I-I wasn’t… fuck, Chosen—“

Chosen brings himself to Dark’s ear. "You said you’d let me do anything I wanted with you tonight,” he whispered, delighted at the way Dark physically shivered. "Then you should know I'll have to punish you for what you did today.”

"P-punish?” As he’d expected, instead of fear at his words, Dark’s eyes were filled with excitement. Chosen smiled down at him, some of the fury leaving his chest now that he was holding him close. Now that Dark knew he was Chosen’s. 

"Remember your safe word?” Chosen asks as he lifts up Dark’s other leg, forcing him to wrap both legs and arms around him tightly to avoid falling. Dark rolled his eyes at him.

"Yes yes, apple and either tap or punch you three times,” Dark answers quickly. "Now take me bed.”

Chosen frowned at him. "I think you forgot who’s in charge right now,” he said, emphasizing his words as he spun around and tossed Dark onto the tightly made bed. Dark let out a little groan at the impact, which died in his throat when Chosen climbed onto him. "If you keep it up, I might not end up fucking you at all.”

"Wh — Chosen, you can’t fucking do that!” Dark complains, his legs sliding open to give Chosen more space on top of him. "I bet you can’t even, you’re probably too fucking horny to stay away from me —“

Chosen gets off of him abruptly, showcasing an annoyed expression when Dark quickly pushed himself up, eyes wide. Dark lunges an arm out to grab him, but Chosen sidesteps and turns around, aiming for his bag that he left on the ground in front of the door. "Wait, Chosen, I swear if you fucking leave right now—“ When Chosen doesn’t actually return to him, Dark’s voice wavers. "Hold up! I — okay, okay! I'll be good!”

"You think I’d believe that?” Chosen bent down and rifled through his back, almost grinning when Dark lets out a desperate whine. "After how misbehaved you’ve been all day?”

"I'll be good now, I swear!" He pleads. "Just — I just need your goddamn dick in me right now, please?”

Chosen puffed out a sigh, standing up and turning around. Dark’s expression immediately brightens when their eyes meet, but his expression turns into one of shock when Chosen dangles a pale blue ribbon in front of him. "What’s that for…?” Dark asks slowly, but with the way he bites his lip, Chosen can already tell he knew. 

"Just to make sure you stay good for me,” Chosen explains, striding back to Dark and pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. He sets the ribbon down on the bed and leans lower to kiss Dark on the lips, receiving an enthusiastic reply. 

Before long, he was grinding on him, feeling Dark’s legs wrap around his torso again the longer he moved. Chosen kept his arms firm on the bed, not touching him. Despite how much it was killing him not to — after being denied so long today — he had to give Dark a taste of how it felt. Predictably, Dark couldn’t last long. He broke away from the kiss with an annoyed expression. "Why haven’t you touched me?” he demands, reaching hands out to hold Chosen’s waist. 

It had to take a moment of collection before Chosen could pry those hands off of him, and he pushed Dark further onto the bed. Dark makes a confused noise as his legs also unhook. Chosen kneels in front of him, watching the way Dark’s face twisted up in multiple ways. "I don’t think you’ve deserved it yet,” Chosen tells him, putting an emphasis on the yet part of his sentence. Dark’s eyes widened. "You’ll have to convince me on that.”

For a second, Dark is silent, and Chosen thinks he might’ve gone a bit too far with the no-touching part. Dark was always touching him in one way or another today — leaning against his side, holding his arm or hand, nudging his foot — and even in other times, Dark would cling onto him. He’d wanted to hear Dark beg for him to touch him, as badly as Chosen had almost begged him, but he wasn’t sure if he had that kind of resolve anymore. 

But, surprisingly, Dark lowered his face and muttered, " Fine. What do you want me to do?”

Chosen smiled to himself. "Good boy. I think i’d like to hear you ask for it.”

Dark blinked in confused. "I did,” he exclaims incredulously and roughly reaches for him again, his face turning desperate when Chosen smacks his hands away. 

"You won’t be getting anything if you go around asking like that, sunshine,” Chosen scolds. Dark whines again, sending him a pleading look. Better, but Chosen would still love to hear the desperation in his words. "You can get a good fucking when you beg for it.”

"I—“ Dark seemed to be at a loss for words. His face was slowly reddening as he seemed to contemplate his words. It was almost exhilarating, seeing him struggle and stumble like this for a little sex. Chosen almost gave in for him right then and there, but he had to stand his ground. 

Eventually, Dark’s stubbornness melted away slightly, and he grumbles, "Please , will you touch me?”

Better than before, again, but Chosen wanted to drive him to the very edge before he pulled him back. "Is that really how good boys get what they want?” Chosen says. Tears of frustration built in the corner of Dark’s eyes, but Chosen’s fucked him enough to know that meant he was getting really into things. He suppressed another smile. 

" Please, Cho." Now desperation was bleeding into his voice, sending a thrill up Chosen’s spin. "Please, please, I need you to touch me. I'm getting so fucking horny it’s not even funny anymore." Dark groaned when Chosen didn’t move closer. "Pleaseplease please, I'll be good for you, I promise, please, please touch me.”

Chosen groaned, feeling his dick twitch in interest the longer Dark’s words fell from his mouth. There was just something there, the way Dark sounded so broken down and desperate for Chosen, for Chosen, that he loved. He could never tire from listening to him beg. Chosen couldn’t hold himself back from kissing him, pushing Dark back down onto the bed. He held his wrists together above his head, rolling his hips against Dark’s. Dark let out a happy hum as he kissed him back, pushing himself up and against him. 

"Cho?” Dark leans away from the kiss, and Chosen stops himself from chasing after him. "Please, can you take my clothes off me already?”

Chosen ran a hand down his chest, Dark’s throat bobbing at the sensation. "Are you really that hard already?” he said, watching as Dark’s eyes filled with tears again as he was denied. "You really just can’t survive without being fucked senseless, hm?”

" Please,” Dark whines, high and needy. Chosen toyed with the hem of his shirt, listening to the way Dark pleaded for him. It was like he couldn’t say anything else but please. Chosen let himself relish it for a moment before deeming Dark had been teased long enough. He pulled Dark up and tugged his shirt over his head. Immediately he also went to his pants, thankful Dark had decided to wear sweatpants and could easily pull them off with his shoes. 

Chosen palmed him through his underwear, Dark letting out a soft moan. "Before I touch you, I want to establish one rule,” he whispers into his ear. Dark makes a confused noise as Chosen leaned back, hands reaching for the ribbon. "You tell me if you’re about to come.”

"O-okay?” Dark said, but still sounded confused. 

"And you only come when I let you.”

Darks mouth fell open in shock as he lets out a startled moan. His eyes were widened too, tears still unshed. But he still nodded after a while, and Chosen smiles. "Good, now behave.” 

He sticks his hands down Dark’s underwear and tugs it off agonizingly slow. Dark makes a whining noise as he does and Chosen grins at him through his lashes. Once it was fully off, Chosen wrapped his hand around Dark’s cock, pumping quickly. Dark moans loudly — too loudly, it seemed, for Chosen’s liking. He slowed his hand and put a hand over Dark’s mouth, resulting in a muffled shout of surprise. 

"Don’t be so loud,” Chosen says with a warning growl at the back of his throat. As much as he loved to hear just how ruined Dark became when he treated him like this, they weren’t entirely to themselves. "The kids are in the other room.”

Once Dark nodded slowly, Chosen moved his hand again, but kept the other locked on Dark’s mouth. From experience, he knew that Dark was loud when he gets like this. 

Even with Chosen’s hand around his mouth, Dark still moaned loudly though now slightly muffled. Chosen frowned — he’d need to find a better way to shut him up once he got inside of him. Chosen shuddered, just the thought of finally fucking Dark was becoming almost unbearable, but not being able to do anything yet. 

Chosen sped up his pace, leaning down to lick and suck at Dark’s nipples. A muffled moan reverberated at the back of Dark’s throat, pushed against Chosen’s palm. Dark’s moans grew faster and higher, until he brokenly called out, "Fuck, gonna c-come, Chosen! Ah—!”

Chosen slowed his rhythm and Dark let out a sob, tears beginning to escape. He twisted upward, thrusting uselessly into Chosen’s hand. Chosen let go of his cock after a moment, uncovering his mouth and wiping away Dark’s flowing tears. He sobbed softly, "Why did you stop?”

Chosen kissed him gently. "You did good, sunshine. If you listen to me, then I'll let you come when I fuck you, alright?”

Dark heaved out another cry, but he nodded obediently. Good, Chosen thinks fondly, directing Dark to lay closer to the headboard. So good, just for me. Chosen couldn’t resist kissing him again as he brought up the blue ribbon. "Stay still,” he tells Dark, then wraps it tightly around both his wrists three times. He loops the ribbon around one of holes in the headboard design, grateful it wasn’t just a flat wood board. Otherwise he might’ve had to laser-eye a hole, and the hotel might make them pay for property damage. 

When he’s done, Chosen leans back to examine his work. Dark blinks up at him, face flushed and naked, his arms bound above him and fuck, Chosen’s dick was really suffocating down in his pants. Dark just looked so pretty tied up, helpless, at the mercy of whatever Chosen wanted. Dark’s eyes trailed down his body, landing on his crotch. He looked back up at Chosen, and the little bastard managed a grin. "Feeling tight down there?” 

Chosen sighed. "I really can’t keep you in line, can I?” He brings a knee up to Dark’s hole, earning a light intake of breath. "You’re so pretty all tied up. Wonder what you’ll look like with chains instead, a gag in your pretty mouth…”

Dark squirmed around with a groan. "A-are you gonna keep your clothes on the entire time?” His arms tugged forward slightly, like he was planning on ripping Chosen’s clothes off for him. But he was held back by the ribbon around his wrists.

Satisfaction rose in him when he sees — as though proud of what he’d done to Dark. Chosen shrugged his jacket off and pulled his shirt off slowly. Dark had watched in anticipation at first, but then he groans in annoyance when he realized what Chosen was doing. "Choooo,” he drags out with a huff, "Are you being serious right now?” He squirmed again, as though he was itching to help Chosen shed his clothes faster. 

"Be quiet,” Chosen snaps, slipping out of his pants. He makes sure to take the small bottle of lube and condom out of his pant pocket before tossing it to the side. Dark’s eyes land upon his bare body hungrily, licking his lips. 

Chosen thinks back to all the previous interactions Dark had that day with other sticks — twirling his hair, biting his lip, flashing a collarbone, trailing a hand down their body — and thinks he ought to remind him again of how badly he’d been. Just to really drive home the fact that only Chosen would get to taste Dark in such a sweet way. No one else. 

Chosen stroked the inside of Dark’s thighs gently, not yet dragging his hands closer to his hole. He could see the way Dark pulsed down there, itching to be touched. "You’d let anyone see you like this, wouldn’t you?” 

Dark blinked. "Huh? What do you mean?”

His jaw clenched briefly. "You know what I mean. You’ve been flirting with others the whole day." Chosen’s finger trailed down and circled his hole, enough for him to feel it. "I don’t mind it usually, but I couldn’t even touch you before you were feeling up someone else.”

He pressed his finger tip against the hole, dry, and Dark sucked in a breath. "I wasn’t trying to get with anyone else!” Dark defends, his breath hitching when Chosen moved his hand and brushed against his cock. "I d-do it because we’re broke as shit and —“

"People were into you,” Chosen interjects, leaning back and reaching for the lube. "I don’t like that.”

While he lathered some lube onto his fingers, Dark groaned in irritation. "That doesn’t mean I'm into them!" He complains, and Chosen really doesn’t think he gets it yet. He capped the lube and tossed it to the side for now, shuffling forward on his knees and putting his hands on Dark’s knees. "You know I'm — I'm only into you.”

Chosen does know that, and it only fills him with joy every time he hears Dark say it. Still, a lesson must still be taught, and grievances much be learned. "You’re mine,” he growls, Dark letting out a little moan in response. He returned his wet finger down to his hole, pushing one in immediately. "I don’t want to see you showing yourself off to anyone else. You’re for my eyes only, Dark. Mine.”

"C-Cho—“ Dark cuts himself off with a whimper as Chosen started to finger his hole, pushing at a rapid pace immediately. His back curled as he grinded himself on his finger desperately, gasps and whimpers leaving his mouth. 

"Say it,” Chosen demands, bringing his second finger around the hole as he felt the first loosen up the entrance. "Say you’re mine. All mine. You’re mine only.”

"I-I'm—“ Dark lets out a sob as Chosen pushed in his second finger, a bit too early to be completely pleasurable. Dark hissed in pain as Chosen buried both his fingers in deeply, moving just slightly now to ease it open. " Fuck.”

"Fucking say it." Chosen thrusted in faster and Dark’s eyes filled with tears again. "Say you’re mine. My good fucking slut.”

"Y-yours—“ Dark’s mouth opened and let out a high moan, a tear slipping from his right eye. "I'm, I'm yours. Yours — fuck, fuck, ah!”

The walls around Chosen’s fingers loosened, letting him bring his fingers out halfway before slamming back in with ease. He quickened his pace, a wet sound accompanying every thrust. "Say it again,” Chosen groans, his dick twitching with desire the more Dark squirmed in his hold. "Say it. Say it.”

"I'm yours!” Dark cries as his legs slid and shuffled on the linen blanket. "Yours, yours, fuck, faster, faster, please please — ah! Yours, yours, yours yoursyoursyoursyours—“

"Are you gonna do this again?” Chosen asks with a grin, other hand messing with his nipple. "Do you know who you belong to now?”

"I w-won’t, I won’t I p-promise." Dark threw his head back in pleasure when Chosen started ramming into him with an intense speed. He was being so good for him, Chosen muses. Dark’s learnt his lesson. 

"Tell me when you’re going to come,” Chosen tells him, twisting his nipple. Dark sobs and shakes his head with a pleading expression. "Shh, be good. If you can do it, you can come when I fuck you. Promise.”

" Please, cho.”

"Be good for me, sunshine.”

Dark finally relents, nodding with another sob. Chosen smiles as he leaned upwards to kiss him, straining his wrist slightly. Dark could barely kiss him back, mewls and gasps falling from his lips. Chosen keeps his mouth on him, trying to drown out his moans. He probably won’t be able to keep him quiet once Chosen got inside him. But at this point, Chosen could hardly care less. 

"More?” Chosen asks with a mischievous grin, already bringing a third finger up and pushing against the entrance. Dark whimpered against his lips, but nods furiously. "Okay, I'll need to pull out.”

" Ugh,” Dark groans with a scrunched face as Chosen pulls his hands out, his hole already pulsing and tensing. Dark pants heavily, his face glistening with tears. Chosen quickly lathered up three of his fingers, Dark’s slick already dripping off him. 

"Okay?” Chosen lets himself break the appearance for a moment, cupping Dark’s cheek gently. He knew Dark was more than capable of taking anything that was thrown at him — and he also knew where his limits were. "Let me know if you’re overwhelmed.”

Dark gulped. "I'm — okay." The soft tone of his voice told Chosen that he knew they were breaking into a vulnerable moment for a bit. Chosen’s eyes flickered over the little purple bruises and red marks he’d left on his neck before nodding, lowering himself back to the hole. 

"Stay quiet now,” Chosen warns Dark, slipping his two fingers back in easily. Dark let’s out a breathy noise at the feeling. He moves his fingers in a scissoring motion, pushing the walls of the hole. It seemed like for a moment, Dark was able to stay relatively quiet — only little breaths and soft gasps — but once Chosen pushed in his third finger, Dark whined loudly. 

"Hurts,” Dark says breathlessly with a little sob. "Ah…fuck, go slower.”

Chosen kissing the inside of his thigh, earning a whimper. "You’re doing good. You’re going to be so good for my cock in you, hm?” The lube on his fingers help him finger Dark easier, his hole relaxing after a few shallow pushes. Once the pained wince on Dark’s face faded away, his moans grew more pronounced, thick with tears. "Ah…you’re so pretty like this. No wonder no one can resist you. Cute little fucking slut.”

"Faster,” Dark gasps, his bound hands clenched and writhing. "Fast— mm! Please, fuck, fuck — oh shit!” Dark’s body tensed for a moment as he moaned loudly, almost startling Chosen. "Fuckfuckfuckfuck, oh my god, I don’t know what the h-hell you just touched but do it again!”

"Hm?” Chosen twirled his fingers around, trying to brush against every angle inside. Dark doesn’t react to anything for a while, but then Chosen tilted his hand a little more and Dark almost screamed . "Oh? You like it there, then?”

Dark only blubbered incoherently, tears running fast down his face. Chosen deliberately fingered him at that specific angle, having to reach a hand up and cover Dark’s mouth to keep him from being too loud. Chosen was pretty sure they were already too loud. 

it didn’t take too long, with Chosen brushing up against his prostate repeatedly, for Dark to croak out, "Gonna — come, so close. Fuck, Cho, please, please let me come please. I'm so fucking c-close!" His voice was muffled greatly by Chosen’s hand, but he was still heard. 

Chosen almost gave in, Dark’s tearful and desperate pleads almost making him feel bad for him. But he already made a resolve, so with a kiss replacing his hand, Chosen slowed his pace. Dark sobbed against his mouth, his cries almost hysterical as he came down from his climax. Chosen stopped moving, gently pulling his fingers out. "You were so good for me,” Chosen praises, gently kissing him. Dark only let out another wet cry, his blinking eyes squeezing more tears out. "Oh, don’t worry, you deserve to come now. I love you. Love you.”

"Cho…” Dark manages to say around his cries, burying his face into the crook of Chosen’s neck when he hugged him. " Please , I've been good. I w-won’t — I won’t flirt with anyone else anymore.”

Chosen rubbed circles on his back, turning to kiss him below his ear. "I know, I know baby. You’re so good. You’ve learned your lesson now. Do you want a moment?”

"N-no,” Dark says shakily. "Need it. Need you inside me now.”

"Mm…alright,” Chosen pulled away from the hug, leaning above Dark and untying his hands. Dark brings his hands down once they’re free, rubbing the slightly red skin. "Turn around and lay down.”

Dark hummed as he complied, hazily turning around and laying on his stomach, keeping his ass up. Chosen gripped his leg from behind, waiting for Dark to adjust and find a comfortable spot while he ripped open the condom and wrapped it around his dick. He opened the bottle of lube, pouring a generous amount over his hard cock. He practically emptied out the entire bottle, tossing it onto the floor once he’s done. 

Chosen spreads the liquid on his cock, biting back a moan at the touch. He hadn’t had any stimuli the entire night, but that was pretty okay. Unraveling Dark by just a singular string was enough for him. Once sufficiently lubed up, Chosen pressed his dick against the gaping hole, already dripping wet from the prior stretching. "Ready, sunshine?”

"Mhm,” Dark mumbles, resting his head on his crossed arms. "Ready.”

Chosen finally, finally, slips in, finding little to no resistance. He almost bottoms out immediately, rubbing Dark’s thigh to ease him into it. Dark moaned softly, really nothing more than a little whine. Despite how stretched Chosen had made him, Dark still clenched tightly around his cock. Chosen bit his lip, waiting for Dark to adjust to the feeling. "Okay to move?”

"Yeah,” Dark breathes out, arching his back and pushing himself against Chosen’s cock. Chosen groaned, squeezing his cheek until the skin turned white when he removed his hand. Chosen pulled out about halfway, slamming back in deeply. 

Both he and Dark let out a gasp of pleasure. Chosen started to fuck into him speedily, all the pent of frustration and arousal causing his movements to be much rougher than usual. Dark’s moans and mewls could only be heard briefly before Chosen quickly pushed his head down, leaning over his back. " Quiet, Dark.”

His only response was a muffled whine. Chosen smiled as he leaned back, thrusting until he found Dark’s prostate again. It was so gratifying to hear how badly that spot affected him — even muffled, the noises Dark made was so sweet. And Chosen was the only would who could make him feel this way. 

Having been pushed to the edge for so long, Dark couldn’t last long again. He let out a muffled sob and said, "Ah, Cho I'm — I'm getting c-close, mm…c-can I come? Please?”

Chosen melted at his words, leaning down to kiss his shoulder. "Of course you can, baby, you deserve it. I'll make you feel so fucking good." He grabs a fistful of Dark’s hair, yanking him backwards as his moans were unmasked. He could practically imagine the salty tears on Dark’s face, his furrowed eyebrows pinched in ecstasy, cheeks flushed red. 

"Close, close, faster, please —“ Dark moaned loudly again as Chosen yanked on his hair, following his commands and increasing the speed of his thrusts. "Chosen, Chosen —“

"You can do it, baby,” Chosen encourages breathlessly, panting as he feels himself reaching his own climax. Dark sobbed again in response. "Ah, you’re so good. Come on, Dark, be good for me. Aren’t you gonna come?”

It took a couple more thrusts, but then Dark came with a shout, loud and sweet. Chosen manages to keep going for a few moments before he too came, spurting inside of Dark as his knees became weak. His eyes go blank for a split second, and in the next, he slowly pulls out. He disposes of the condom then flops down next to Dark’s limp body with a groan. "Fuck…”

"So,” Dark finally says after a few minutes of catching his breath. "The fuck was that all about?”

Chosen stared at him. "Huh?” he was pretty sure he made it pretty damn clear what it was all about!

"I mean, you’re not actually gonna make me stop flirting my way into discounts, right?” Dark asks, propping his head up with an arm. "Because that would suck. Unless we become millionaires, that would be bad way to go.”

True. Chosen wasn’t that possessive that he would actually make Dark stop pretending to make heart eyes at people. He’s getting something out of Dark’s flirting too: not being dead broke! Though, maybe he really ought to start looking for a stable job so they wouldn’t have to do this again. Chosen shrugged. "Nah. Just too much today.” 

"Aww, was Cho jealous?” Dark grinned and kissed him chastely, then laid back down. "Also I'm really fucking exhausted, can we just go to sleep?” 

"You don’t want to clean up?” Chosen grimaced at the sticky substance still clinging onto some parts of their body, as well as a few droplets on the sheets. "This is gross.”

Dark waves a hand dismissively. "Get me a napkin or something. We’ll be out early tomorrow so it’s fine. Hurry up!”

Demanding asshole. Chosen trudged tiredly towards the counter where the TV was sat, plucking the napkins from the container. He returns to Dark and makes him turn around so he could wipe away their mess — trying very hard not to let himself get turned on again by the sight. He cleans himself up and tosses the napkin away carelessly before diving under the covers too. 

"Spoon me,” Dark demands, again. Chosen sighs and flips around, sticking an arm under Dark’s neck and the other over his waist, pulling him close. 

"The kids might be traumatized tomorrow.”

"The kids are smart enough to either leave and explore or play the TV really loud.”

"Doubt it. Love you.”

"Love you too.”