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Everything was going wrong the moment the match started. Chance was already on a very unlucky streak resulting in him being useless for almost the entire round, Elliot missing his pizzas, Guest failing to block 1x1x1x1’s strikes and Shedletsky missing most of his swings.

With so many bad things happening already, 007n7 didn’t think it could get any worse.

By now Shedletsky was probably back in the lobby with Guest at his side, the two sentinels probably having already left to rest for the day. Chance and Elliot were probably sticking by each other's side, with Noob not so far away.

007n7, as per usual, was alone.

Until the killer came over.

1x4 had managed to catch sight of the hacker, 007 immediately reacting to the venom that struck him in place as his c00lgui opened up. He pressed his teleport button when the chance arose, already taking a huge risk by even attempting a teleportation right near the killer but the single father was sure he wouldn't last long if he were to start running.

“I got you this time,” the killer growled, footsteps sounding louder and louder the closer he got to his prey.

The bar was reaching near the end as 1x4 swung his swords, ready to strike until red and black boxes made the hacker disappear, his body already on the other side of the map. With her eye, the killer saw from afar where he had teleported to and raced towards his direction.

007n7 opened his eyes as the area around him changed, the killer no longer in view, only having the green grass and bricked walls in the outside court of the horror hotel be in view. The hacker attempted to get up, stopping as he took notice his lower half of his body was completely ‘cut off’ from his view by the wall. His hands attempted to push himself out, hoping his body would slip through but unfortunately it was a tight fit.

It was clear his teleportation must have glitched, 1x4’s virus having slightly altered the c00lgui code which led into an imperfection. Usually such a thing wouldn't occur as 007 was always cleaning up his code but ever since he had been forsakened, whatever power that had control over this realm didn't allow him to keep it in check.

He struggled as he wiggled his body, hands pushing against the bricked wall as his legs kicked. By now 007n7 was ready to wait out his cooldown so he could teleport out until footsteps could be heard from behind.

They weren't the usual harsher footsteps of 1x4 so he was relieved it wasn't the killer that had found him in this position. With a blushed face 007n7 called out to whoever it was that came from the other side.

“H-Hey! Mind helping me out… um.”

“Wow! What happened here?” the familiar voice asked.

“Chance! Hey do you mind helping me up at the front and not from… there please?” the hacker pleaded, hoping the gambler would take the hint of his uncomfortability.

Chance walked towards the front, one hand on his hip as the other flipped his coin, the sound of tails being loud and clear to the hacker as the gambler whistled in hopes of covering it up.

“What even got you like this?” they said, “Did 1x4 just want you to go easy on her in last man or what?”

“N-No! It’s just that something went wrong with my c00lgui… Usually this stuff doesn't happen but it seems your luck has rubbed onto me.”

“Don’t go blaming me for your situation now!” the gambler teased, the coin once again being flipped as it once again landed on tails.

“Just help me get out please…” 007 sighed, attempting once more to wiggle himself out of the wall.

Chance takes the opportunity to hold out his hands, 007n7 reaching out as the gambler tries to pull the hacker out. The wall doing a rather good job in keeping him stuck as the bricks curved against the father’s hips.

More attempts were tried as Chance began using the brick wall as an anchor, 007 feeling his upper body stretch with constant pain with every pull.

“S-Stop! You’ll tear me in two!”

“Shit you really are stuck… and not to mention that 1x4 is still on the loose. I’m sure they are going to leave you for last for an easy win.”

007n7 took the opportunity to check his c00lgui, his teleport probably ready once more as he checked the display. Whatever virus 1x4 has struck into his gadget must have been grand as it seemed it was currently loading the options menu.

“Maybe you should get out… Perhaps she will take pity on me and kill me off the moment she sees me.”

“1x4? Pity? Come on 7 don't be like that. You will just add more time for him to hunt us all down.”

A defeated sigh escaped the gambler’s mouth, flipping his coin once again to add onto their bad luck streak. It was clear that if Chance left 7 stuck in place, 1x4 would take advantage by coming up with some scheme. Even if 007n7 wasn't planned on being the last man, elimination would result in the match extending longer.

007 let out a small cry, his hands once again pushing against the brick wall that enclosed his body within. Chance only watching how the hacker struggled, his coin flipping and failing to mask the whimpering.

The hacker was an outcast, someone the admins and Elliot had warned him about time and time again but Chance was not one to see the past in a person, instead he saw what they did at the moment. He had tried various times to communicate with 007 but he was always pushed back from the others, in the end his attempts to befriend him became futile.

But now no one was holding him back.

Chance shut his eyes as he tried his best to ignore the sounds, the almost lewd like moans of the former hacker. 007n7 was a very cute guy… perhaps if things had ended up differently, he saw himself eventually dating.

His brown hair that reached his shoulder was slightly unkept by the stress but it made him more enticing for the gambler. Figure small and thin that Chance was sure Guest could just break him two if he could, perhaps from the constant meal skipping. Doe like eyes with light brown that did well to show off his changed persona.

Another whimper reached their ears, Chance halting his coin as his clothed organ began to rise. Fortunately, the gambler would wear dark clothing with his suit jacket on at all times, resulting in his hardened cock to be hidden from view.

A fist was forming around his coin, the restriction his clothes provided to his dick made things more uncomfortable. He needed to release himself from the lewd noises of the hacker but he didn't want to risk 1x4 finding 007n7.

“C-Chance? Maybe you can try pulling from behind?” 007 suggested, his face slightly red due to his struggle, “If you are okay with it of course!”

The gambler nodded as he moved to the other side. View changed drastically as he held onto his breath. 007n7’s ass being perfectly round, the wall doing well to keep them in place. A sight Chance was very lucky to see.

His hands reached to grab onto the hacker's thighs, a small yelp could be heard from the other side as Chance began to pull back. 007’s body refusing to budge from the wall, cries of pain seemingly reaching the gambler's ear.

“C-Crap-” Chance groaned as the attempt only worsened his body to seek pleasure.

“Chance, wait!” his cries began.

He stepped back as he saw no progress with his help, Chance breathing heavily as the still figure of the hacker was still in place in between the brick wall. It was some miracle 1x4 hasn't found them yet.

“Sorry 7… Maybe I should call for h-”

“N-No!”

“Elliot could be some help…”

The thought of the other made 007n7 blush red. The thought of Elliot seeing him in such a position was already embarrassing, his worst enemy stuffed in between a bricked wall would probably make their already rocky relationship worse!

The hacker contemplated his options, the time still taunting them as the game finally began the 30 minute countdown. Chance reading the possible outcomes of the last few minutes.

An idea sprung into his head as he looked onto 007’s buttocks. His cock still hard after the sad attempt of a rescue. Might as well take the reward that was infront of him.

“Chance? Are you still there?” the hacker called out softly, no longer feeling the presence of the gambler.

Perhaps it was for the best he left, seeming he was stuck and there was no way out.

Hands took hold of his jeans, pulling them down as he was exposed to the cold air of the horror hotel. 7 gasping at the sudden action, hands bracing against the brick wall as he moved his legs only to be harshly caught.

“H-Hey!”

“Calm down 007,” Chance purred, rubbing his soft milky thighs, “It’s just me that’s all.”

“What are you doing?! We are in the open and 1x4 is still hunting us down!”

“It's already been like 5 minutes with no sign of her. I’m sure Noob and Elliot both can keep him at bay. Besides… Don’t I deserve a reward for at least helping you?”

“B-But…”

Before he could finish his sentence, Chance removed the other’s boxers, exposing his hole to the gambler. The ring clenched as the breeze hit it, Chance licking his fingers to properly lube them before insertion.

“W-Wait-!”

His body took in the intruder, cold meeting warm walls as Chance moved around, making sure to wait for 007 to adjust with his one finger. An amused hum escaped the gambler as the hacker failed to contain his noises.

After some time, he added another finger. Both digits stretched the tight ring as 007n7’s cock began to rise from the stimulation. Shame coloring the hacker’s face for getting hard with just Chance's fingers alone. His arm being used to silence his moans with each movement, the cold intruders making sure to touch every wall.

Chance halted for a bit, waiting for 007 to calm down before thrusting deep, his fingers hitting a spot that made 007 scream with pleasure. A grin plastered on his face as the hacker's cock painted the walls.

“Aw… Already done with just my fingers alone? How cute.”

“C-Chance- N-No more…”

“Why, that's so selfish of you 7. At least let me finish as well! You were the one that got me all excited with your noises. Getting yourself stuck like this. Bet you did it on purpose.”

“No! I didn't, I swear!”

The faint noise of a belt being unbuckled could be heard as 007n7 froze. Fingers leaving his entrance as his hole clenched at the memory of being filled. His ass grabbed to separate, allowing easier access for the gambler to penetrate the hacker.

007n7 unsure if to fight or allow it, clearly enjoying himself over this humiliation but not wanting to risk getting caught.

Chance couldn't care less.

Slowly, the gambler began to enter. His cock being tightly sucked in by the hacker's body like it did his fingers. No amount of preparation would have been enough to loosen him up.

“Gods 7, lighten up a bit. Feels like you want to chop my dick off,” Chance teased, his hands moving towards the hacker's hip as he began to thrust.

It began slowly, 007n7 trying his best to breath and calm down as Chance’s dick rested inside. This was all too new for him, spending too much time destroying and hacking all those years ago made him not interact with anyone like this before.

And he started to regret it.

Chance began to thrust faster, hands squeezing 007’s hips as his cock struck further down the man. The hacker held the noises with his own hands, tears leaking from his face with each movement. A part of him praying that 1x4 still was after Elliot or Noob, anyone if it means they didn't walk in on them.

“You are so tight- Ah…” Chance moaned, a hand moving to 007n7’s neglected cock as he began to stimulate the organ.

The sound of skin slapping against one another echoes around the area. It felt like a dream.

Eventually, the countdown was set, hitting 5 minutes before the match ended. Chance groaned at the reminder that they were still in a round. If they gambler had a chance, he would have wished for it to last longer.

Both hands return back to his hips, squeezing tightly to leave slightly bruising as 007n7 whined at the pressure. Chance increased his pace as his cock buried deep inside and spilled his come. A part of him wishes for the hacker to invite him over to his room to continue.

It was worth a shot.

“H-Hey 7… Gods,” he groans, “Mind if we continue in my room? Or would you prefer yours.”

“W-Wha- Room? Continue?”

“Yeah- Ngh… Continue.”

007n7 wasn't able to process what had been said. His mind foggy over the stimulation. His mouth opens only to let out incomplete sentences and gasps.

“Y-Yours…” he whined.

“Great! Ah-! See you then.”

The timer was near ending, a few seconds remaining as Chance slowed down his movements. 007n7 squeezing his cock deliciously as the gambler was afraid he might lose circulation but gods did it felt good.

Both men were unable to hear the sound of footsteps coming from behind. The pizza worker stopping as he took in the scene before him. White liquids painting the red wall already showing what had happened.

He was beyond furious.

“WHAT THE HELL?!”

Chance could tell it was also jealousy.

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Twotime has yet to receive a report from 007n7. The hacker agent is usually the type of person to make it on time. The only few times he had been late was when his son was sick, which was excused by them. Regardless, a message was always sent if there were to be any complications.

The boss began to ask around his employees, the other agents seemingly being just as confused as Twotime. Builderman stating he hasn't seen 007n7 since Tuesday. Guest mentioned that the hacker was going to stop by the store to pick up some groceries, having dropped him off at the one nearby his home. Chance wasn't paying any much attention.

“Maybe Sir Elliot knows,” Builderman suggested, the rest of the team nodding in agreement.

It was a well known fact about the history between Elliot and 007n7. Time has passed since the two men have reconciled due to Twotime insisting but as they were all aware, there was no bad blood. Elliot was a good customer for Twotime and his agents, the now manager of Builder Brothers Pizza having commissioned them in the past due to shady business threatening his establishment. To say the two had to get over the past was an understatement.

“I’ll call him,” Twotime replies.

The boss took out his phone as he searched his contacts. History of attempted calls to 007n7’s phone and house resulted in failure. With a son, no one would think he would just disappear.

Elliot’s name pops up as Twotime pressed to call, the ringing going on for around a minute until
the sound of the manager could be heard from the other side.

“Twotime? Strange you are calling me… Is something up?”

“Dear Elliot, I do apologize for the sudden call but may I ask if you have seen my fellow agent 007n7? My team tells me he was last seen Tuesday around 3 pm. I have tried getting in contact with him over his phone but alas he hasn't answered any of my calls.”

“Have you tried his home phone? Usually C00lkid would have answered no?”

“Yes it was an attempt and the result was still the same.”

“Unfortunately I haven't seen him since my last commission. I can try driving by his home, it seems my place is already not far.”

“That would be greatly appreciated,” Twotime replied with a soft smile.

“I’ll stop by once I’ve checked.”

“See you then.”

The team waited for their boss to finish the call, all waiting for their answer as Twotime shook their head. Everyone is growing worried as the lack of news of the missing hacker.

Elliot arrived 3 hours later, Builderman allowing the manager to enter as he thanked him for his hospitality. His eyes catching sigh of Twotime as the pizza worker walked over to their direction.

“Hello dear Elliot! Any news you can bring on us?”

“Not good ones if that's what you want to hear. When I went over to his house the door was unlocked and a letter was left in the kitchen. It seems it was broken into. Fortunately, I managed to get in contact with C00lkid’s school and ask if he was alright. They mentioned the kid was taken with Bluddude’s caretaker but have yet to see 007.”

Elliot took out the letter, handing it over to Twotime. The boss looked at it as if it had their own name on it. A seal in the front catching their eye. A very familiar seal.

A red rabbit seal.

“Don,” Twotime said, Chance looking up at the familiar name.

“You think Don took 007?”

“There is no doubt he did. Though I am rather curious why.”

“Why he did it doesn't matter. We need to get him back,” Guest replied, standing up.

“We don't even know where his hideout is. It could be a trap,” Builderman intrudes.

“Mafioso is our enemy,” Chance adds, “Even if it was a trap 007n7 could be in grave danger if we don't act soon.”

Twotime opened the letter, inside containing a flash drive. The boss walked over to their own work computer as they inserted it. Elliot following behind them, curiously waiting to know what could be in the flash drive.

A cord connecting the computer screen onto the projector turned on, allowing the team to see the contents inside. A video with a black thumbnail being in view. Everyone growing worried over the ominous video.

Black screen fading as a tied up figure was shown in the middle, the burger hat confirming everyone’s suspicions over the hacker's whereabouts. Cloth gagging his mouth as 007n7 struggled to escape for his binds, a tall figure coming closer as it inched down to face the camera. His hand taking hold of the hacker's face, toying with him and his team.

“Twotime and their agents. You all have been a thorn at my side for a long time. Your activities have been causing quite a ruckus with my customers and therefore I am repaying by taking your beloved hacker,” Mafioso smiled.

“At first it was all in good fun. Nothing much was getting lost but as of late your latest commissioner has been ordering you lot to intrude with my clients. I am well aware you are all just doing your jobs but I am also doing mine.”

007n7 muffled cries could be heard, his body shaking to move away from Mafioso's grasp. The man squeezing his cheeks as he leaned his nose close to the other's neck, breathing in his distress as their rabbit ears twitched with curiosity. 7 closing his eyes as his face blushed with shame, complaints covered by the cloth as he turned his head to the side.

“Unfortunately I have come to enjoy his stay. I will keep the hacker as my own plaything and as a warning to you all. Any more disturbances to my clients will result in harm befalling the hacker. I hope you can come to and understanding.”

The video ends as everyone looks in silence at the projector, then back at Twotime. The boss clearly held in his anger as the pencil they had on hand snapped in two. Elliot in a similar position as his eyes furiously glared forward where the video once stood.

“Guest and Chance,” Twotime’s voice could be heard with a slight growl, “Both of you will come with me to Don’s place. I assume you know the location Agent Chance?”

The gambler nodded.

“Wait a minute sir, this could be a trap!” Builderman retorted.

“I’m sure he is well aware Builderman,” Elliot interrupted, “But he has 007n7.”

“You will keep watch of the place,” Twotime added, ”Elliot, if you wish to come, you are my guest.”

The manager nodded at the offer.

“Guess i’ll keep watch then,” sighed Builderman.

…

He slowly opened his eyes as they adjusted to the light, he groaned as he tried to get up, being halted by his bound wrists and legs. The room being unfamiliar to the hacker, his mouth still remained gagged with the cloth as he tried to yell out for help.

His memory failing to reconnect what had happened, slight noises of talking could be heard coming from the other side. 007n7's first thought was to escape wherever he was, fearing for his son that was possibly at school waiting for him. He hopes 11808 took him so at least his kid wouldn't think he abandoned him.

007n7 knew ending up with a job like a private agent for the boss was tough. At times he would come back home with stab wounds even if his role was to stay back and hack. Recently he had felt being watched but he chalked it up to his anxiety.

How wrong he was.

The door swung open as Mafioso stepped into the room with a smile. A man with a top hat smiling as they shut the door behind the taller man. His stature towered over 7, being tied up and vulnerable made it much clear how powerless he was without his gui.

“You were out for a few hours… Was afraid I had to scold my men for hitting you so hard,” Don spoke, sitting at his side as a hand rubbed his covered thigh.

007n7 still retained his working clothes, a classic suit with a red tie. His hat is still on his head but his small companion is nowhere in sight.

He just hopes it's alright.

“Your Boss and team have been giving me a run for my money. Many clients have complained to me about your protection. Builder Brothers Pizza or whatever it is called is above very precious land that many wish to take, and you lot keep getting in the way…”

The hacker made sure to keep eye contact, never leaving his sight as the hand on his thigh was caressed gently.

“I know your work as a hacker. I have heard about your misdeeds long ago. Surprised to see you have settled down yet the coding is obvious you have yet to leave it all behind. Now helping the place you destroyed countless times… How far you have truly fallen.”

With the last sentence, Mafioso’s hands moved higher to his waist, taking hold of the thin abdomen as 007n7 shivered at the action. His face was blushing as he turned his head to the side to hide it from Don. Mafioso chuckling at the attempt, his cock growing hard at the sight of the hacker tied up and vulnerable right in front of him.

If it wasn't for business purposes, he would have taken him long ago. His interests on the hacker never fading the first time he was reported, the banned sign around the pizzeria being a constant way to see him.

Mafioso's head leaned over towards the shoulder, removing the dress shirt to the side to allow his pale skin to be exposed. His canines inching closer as they punctured 007n7’s skin, causing slight bleeding.

“MPMH!”

The hacker winced at the action, muffled cries of help could be heard as Mafioso licked the injury. Even if part rabbit, he was still rather fond of the red liquid of the hacker.

It didn't take long until the hacker's chest was fully exposed, the pale skin painted with bite marks and hickeys. 007n7 having tears stream down his face, face red in shame for even enjoying it in the first place.

“Perhaps if your boss fails to comply… I wouldn't mind having you as a housewife,” Don purred, extending his hand to softly caress the other's cheek.

It was tempting to fuck 7 right there and then, but Mafioso was well aware the hacker’s agent team and boss should be arriving soon. The total days since having been kidnapped being around 3, by now someone must have taken notice.

Don places a soft kiss on his marked neck, the action being soft compared to his previous love bites. 007n7 held in his breath as Mafioso got up from the bed, turning around towards the door.

007n7 just wishes C00lkid was enjoying his sleepovers with Bluudude.

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“I bet I can make him come faster with my cock,” Chance flipped a coin, landing on heads as the gambler turned to look at the pizza worker with a smirk.

“You aren't getting your dick near my boyfriend.”

“Awww! B-But Elliot!”

The blonde rolled his eyes, he wasn't in the mood to fight Chance about it right now. Currently they were in a match and Elliot would prefer if Chance was more attentive to his surroundings before they are slaughtered.

At first, the conversation only started due to Chance basically harassing 007 like some bird trying to show off. Elliot made it extremely clear that he wasn't one to share but regardless Chance still continued with his flirting. 007n7, the kind soul he is, made many excuses for the gambler on his behalf. Elliot, unable to get upset, only allowed such advances because of 7.

It was clear the hacker only liked him in such a way and never saw Chance as a possible partner, easing the pizza worker. That was until this round started.

007n7 wasn't participating, left behind in the shack which left Elliot to stick around Chance instead. The gambler at first talks about how lucky he was to have someone like 007n7 in his life. Conversation turning fowl as Chance soon began to ask questions regarding 7 in bed.

“Does he come fast?”

“Does he moan a lot?”

“How big is his dick?”

“Any kinks he is into?”

“Can you even make him come with your cock? I bet I can make him come faster with my cock.”

The final sentence repeats in his head as Chance continues to beg, his pleas falling on deaf ears from Elliot.

He wouldn't consider himself a cuck… but the idea of watching someone pound his 007n7 until he sees stars sounds intriguing. However, Elliot would prefer asking someone like Guest instead of Chance for that to happen.

“Okay how about, you and me both fuck him at the same time eh?” the gambler smiles.

Elliot’s head turned to look at the gambler, his thoughts running at the idea Chance had implanted into his head.

Both?

Can 007n7 even take both? Granted he does think Chance is all talk about his cock to even consider hurting 7.

“I’ll think about it…” he responds softly.

“Well better think before tonight because I heard C00lkid is next up for tomorrow and I doubt 007n7 would be up for it after that round.”

“We'll see.”

…

Elliot returns back to 007’s cabin, the conversation replaying in his head as he opens the door to greet the hacker.

007n7 already in his shark onesie, the pajamas doing well to curve out their body. The blonde smiling and thanking whatever creature or being it was to have brought them both together in such a place.

“Elliot! You're back! How was the round?”

“Tiring,” Elliot replied, walking over to hug the hacker from behind, head resting on the other's shoulder.

“At least it's done. Glad you survived the whole round though. You are usually the first one out.”

“Yeah but Chance was with me the entire time. Though he was rather distracted.”

“Distracted?” 007n7 asked, “Over what?”

The blonde didn't respond, only letting 007n7 overthink what could have possibly happened in the round. He wasn't dumb, he had seen what Chance was doing and it's clear Elliot doesn't wish to share but it's clear that he was having second opinions.

“How about you talk it out with him tonight? We can just talk, that's all.”

“Just talk…” Elliot sighed disappointingly.

007n7 sat on the bed as he patted the spot near him, Elliot following behind as he laid down. The time hits 8pm even if it always looks the same outside.

By now Chance was already on his way here, the main cabin and 007n7’s cabin being only a few feet apart. Chance’s words echoing in his mind as the knock on the door made him jump.

“Someone at this hour?” 007 stood up from the bed, leaving behind a worried Elliot.

Right, he didn't mention that Chance was coming here at all.

The sound of the wooden door could be heard opening, a coin flip echoed across the small room as Elliot stood up to see Chance smirking.

“Chance?! We were just talking about you.”

“Really now? I hope all is in good word,” he replied, his arm snaking around 007n7’s waist.

7 awkwardly smiling as the gambler leads him over towards Elliot. The pizza worker blushing at the sight of a flustered 007, failing to remove the arm as he would politely try to move away. Chance being risky as he grabbed his ass, 007n7 flinching at the sudden movement.

“H-How can we help you Chance?”

“Hmmm… Why don't you ask Elliot?”

Both men turn to look at the blonde, his cock already hardened just by the thought alone. Chance smirked triumphantly as he squeezed 007’s ass.

…

“Gods 7, no wonder Elliot is so overprotective of ya,” the gambler moans, his hands around 007n7’s hips as the hacker was hiding his moans against his shoulder.

Elliot sitting not so far away as he masturbaited at the show, enjoying the way his boyfriend would try to hold out any form of pleasure to not ‘upset’ him. It was cute to watch him fail.

Chance flipped their coin as his dick slightly grew in size as it landed on heads, 007 crying over the size as his face turned red in shame. His warm walls milking Chance’s cock, the gambler pushing his hips forward to strike the other's prostate.

“Seems Elliot is enjoying the show. Glad to know he had changed his mind about this.”

“N-No! Elliot please… I’m sorry! Ahh-!”

“See Elliot? Why not come over and help? Looks like we have space for one more.”

The pizza worker’s hand left his leaking cock, body moving over behind 007n7, squeezing him in between the two. Chance resting his head on the hacker's shoulder with a smile as Elliot stared back with a serious one.

“P-Please-! Ngh… N-No more!”

“No more? But didn't you want to apologize to Elliot for moaning like a slut on another man's cock?”

“Shut up Chance.”

Elliot took hold of 007n7’s ass, spreading them to get a perfect view of his entrance already filled by the gambler’s dick. His balls being the only visible thing as the rest was resting inside the hacker. A finger slides in, the come covered walls sucking in his finger perfectly. Chance grunting as the feeling made 007n7 clench harder around his dick.

“Not sure I can make it fit with you inside…” Elliot mummered.

“Don't back down just yet pizza boy,” the gambler replied.

A second digit was inserted in, 007n7’s cries being muffled as he tried his best to hide his face. Tears staining his pale skin, moans escaping from his mouth as his body jolted.

“Please-! E-Elliot!”

“See? He is calling to you- Ah…”

The third finger slipped in, movement restricted as Chance once again continued to move once he noticed 7 adjust to the feeling. Elliot watched carefully as his entrance became looser the longer his fingers stayed. Eventually he took them out, come leaking as Elliot aligned himself.

“Heads he comes now or tails he comes later,” Chance proposed, 007 turning his face to see Elliot’s rather serious expression.

Elliot waited until their eyes met, 007n7’s tearful face causing his arousal to grow. He took a deep breath as he looked towards chance with his still stoic face.

“Heads”

He plunged right in, his cock rubbing against Chance’s as 007n7 threw his head back and sobbed. His abdomen forming a bump to show both cocks lodged inside, moving at different speeds as the hacker cried.

“Ah-! Too much… I c-can’t! Ngh-!”

“So ungrateful 7, taking both of us and you still complaining?”

“Shut up Chance. Gods- You’re lucky 7 looks so good right now.”

Both bickered as 007n7 moaned, his own neglected cock hitting his stretched out abdomen. White liquids staining both him and Chance once Elliot had entered.

It took a bit of time before the two finally moved in sync, stopping the bickering and instead praising 007n7 for taking them in so well. His body screaming in exhaustion as he came a 4th time, eyes near closing as he started to pass out.

“Wish we can keep you filled up like this all the time,” Chance teases, “You would make for a great stress reliever.”

“Don't talk to him like that. He is my boyfriend and you should get your own.”

“Aw… But don't you see we are having such a good time together!”

007n7’s words came out sluggish as the two finally finished inside, Chance being the first to get out. The hacker's hole refusing to let go as the gambler teased the fucked man, Elliot providing support for 7 to lean back on. The blonde pulled out right after, coming leaking down his thigh as 007 whimpered at the loss.

He was softly laid out onto the bed, Chance coming back from the bathroom to clean 007n7 up. Elliot changed the covers and provided his own shirt to cover the hacker, his shark onesie stained due to their actions. The hacker had passed out by then as both men looked down upon him.

“He looks pregnant with our come inside him,” Chance teased.

“Trust me, if I had the chance to get him pregnant I would have done so already.”

“Well you have the ‘Chance’ now!”

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007n7 bit onto Shedletsky’s arm, trying his best to hold out the moan as the admin would hit his prostate repeatedly. His eyes filled with tears, Shedletsky whispering how well he was taking him in, regretting how they have never done this in the past.

“Imagine how Doombringer would have reacted… seeing you getting fucked.”

“N-No-!”

“How about Builderman? Gods- He would have probably removed your ban.”

Doubt.

The hacker's body jolted as Shedletsky squeezed his waist, his abdomen stretching and outlining the admin’s cock. Anyone unfortunate to walk by would see 007n7 bare, filled with the other cock.

The round was still ongoing, John Doe having left his initial prey once Shedletsky stunned him. 007n7 having the unfortunate luck to be the first one in sight of the killer. He was sure he would be dead by now so seeing Shedletsky stun John was not something he expected.

Both ran towards safety, the abandoned manor on top of the hill allowed more spots to hide if John continued their chase. Fortunately, the killer got distracted by Twotime, the cultist backstabbing him as he was about to enter, resulting in both 7 and Shed to relax.

Shedletsky offered his chicken, the hacker refusing as he said he wasn't worth a heal but also because he didn't know what exactly the chicken had touched or been through.

007n7 still felt like he owed the admin something, being saved and leaving the main healer with just a few sentinels. He was useless in a team setting, abilities only helping himself from escaping. Yes he has used his clones to bodyblock for others but it seems that it wasn't enough to still include him into their plans. Noob being brought along in case of last man, which many would educate or instruct his movements. The hacker clearly is not getting the same treatment as many assumed he can handle himself in last man.

He didn't blame them.

He usually kept to himself, however Shedletsky seemed to not budge. Pushing the chicken wing close to his face as 007n7 pushed softly back. Eventually the winged admin was on top of 7, Wings trapping him from the outside world as Shed smirked with victory. He didn't take the chicken but the admin moved his leg in between his thighs, rubbing against his clothed cock.

The rest was a blur, Shedletsky degrading 7 as the hacker would respond back with soft cries. He did his best to bite back; it was clear that raising a kid had softened him up. Shedletsky took advantage as he would tease his body, setting aside the chicken as his hands engulfed his ass cheeks, praising them.

Now both were hidden in the corner of the manor, sounds of skin clapping echoing across the empty abode. 007n7 begging to whatever creature it was that the killer didn't come in, or worse any survivor.

“Wish I can get you pregnant… You would look good with my children-”

“I-I can’t get preg-pregnant…”

“I know, I know,” Shedletsky sighed, his hand moving to pump the other's cock, cries escaping the hacker, “However, I can get out filled with my eggs-”

“What are you doing?”

Shedletsky halted as he turned to look at Builderman, the head admin looking at the two with slight blushing on his face. 007n7 hiding his face further onto the other’s arm, his face red in shame at having been caught even if he wasn't to completely blame. He didn't start it but he did have the power to stop him.

“Shedletsky… The team needs you and you are over here-”

“Listen Buildy, I have been having a lot of stress…”

“You? Stress? So you think fucking 007n7 in the middle of a match is a way to relieve it?”

“Absolutely.”

Builderman raised an eyebrow, his eyes looking at 007n7’s face who was looking rather uncomfortable at the stare. The admin’s cock still inside him, his abdomen stretched abnormally. Fortunately, Builderman was fully covered in his groin area to hide his rising pleasure, Shedletsky smiling as he caught on.

“Wanna watch me breed him?”

“What! N-No wait- Ah-!”

Shedletsky’s movements continued, Builderman taking a seat as he only watched like a hypnotic man. His own cock rising, debating whether to join or be the better man and only watch.

007n7’s walls milked the admin’s cock, Shed licked his neck as he savored his sweat, the hand continuing to pump 7’s cock, his orgasam near reaching its end.

Time was still counting down, 15 mins left on the round as the three men still hid. At the moment they couldn't care about the rest of the team.

Both didn't at least. 007n7 was begging for the two to go check up on them. Neither listened to his pleas and eventually the hacker stopped begging, enjoying the pleasure as he began to pass out.

Until he felt a come covered cock slap his face. The hacker looked up, his moans escaping his mouth as he looked at Builderman. The admin was holding a serious face, carefully watching 007n7.

“Guess you changed your mind?”

“Shut up Shedletsky.”

Chapter Text

007n7 was always one to self isolate, the rest of the survivor team not wanting him around. They never said they didn’t but by the way they would look at him whenever he would enter the room, says it all. He can't blame them, he would have done the same to whoever was the one who made his life so miserable. No amount of sacrifice from his side would ever be enough to redeem him in their eyes.

But he wasn't the only one.

Twotime, a rather strange fellow who carries around their knife. One who speaks about their beloved spawn whenever possible, spreading the word to the rest of the team. No one bothers to listen to their ramblings.

The hacker would try his best to back away from Twotime, not interested about their practice, but having self isolated himself led to the pale robloxian clinging onto him. During rounds Twotime would watch from afar as 007n7 would distract, whenever a clone baits the killer away, the sentinel will compliment.

After months being stuck, 007 did find some sort of comfort around them. They were a different experience to talk to, with others he was careful on what he said and pre planned his conversation but with Twotime, he would allow the other to speak. Sure he could care less about the spawn but any sound that wasn't his thoughts was good enough.

Words muffled as 007 only replied with soft a ‘yes’, unaware that Twotime had asked for a favor. The thin figure got up as their eerie smile widened.

“Oh great Spawn! Thank you friend for agreeing! I am sure you will enjoy it as much as me!”

“O-Oh…? Yeah of course!” 007 replied, a confused smile plastered across his face.

“Then I will see you tonight in your cabin, friend!” they said, walking away into the crowded cabin.

The hacker froze as he realized that he didn't know what he had agreed to. He doesn't know much about Twotime’s past, the sentinel never telling anything to anyone but the way they handled their knife could give a possible clue. This made 7 worry.

What if he agreed to some cult entry thing that required self mutilation! What if Twotime was going to kill him? And would he even die? Would he respawn back like how it happened with the killers? What if Twotime became a killer?! The others will blame him for sure!

His mind ran with possibilities, the sky remaining the same as his worries wandered. The final round should begin soon, fortunately 007 was excluded after his participation the entire day which is why everyone was in the cabin besides him.

Even if he would have still been isolated.

…

Survivors respawned back into the cabin, the sound of Chance and Shedletsky laughing with one another indicated their early departure of the round. Anxiety clawed onto the hacker's throat as he awaited inside his own cabin, his palms sweating. Twotime never mentioned what time at night they would arrive, only mentioning tonight.

Tonight after the round? Tonight after dinner? Tonight after everyone has gone to sleep?!

The sky was unchanged, the only way to tell the time being clocks Builderman hand crafted and leaned over to the survivors to keep them sane. While it was a nice gesture from the admin, right now 007n7 dreaded it.

7:34 pm.

Loud laughter can be heard coming from the cabin, 007 watching the silhouettes of Guest and Builderman appear behind the curtain, more having left the round. Due to non participation, 7 wasn't allowed to spectate but he could already guess that Twotime was probably still alive.

The clock eventually reached 7:57 pm.

007n7 was already feeling drowsy as his thoughts began to slow down. Perhaps if he took a nap, Twotime will see he wasn't up for whatever he agreed on. That way he can get a second chance to respond properly if the cultist was to repeat the question.

He locked the door as he changed into his sleeping wear. Shark onesie covering his entire body with soft blue cloth. A bitter memory of having raised C00lkid so long ago.

The clock struck 8pm as the hacker's eyes drifted off to sleep, hoping he could rest. Sounds from the neighbor cabin fading as he succumbed to his tired body.

…

His eyes shot open as he felt something intrude his body. Head looking down to see Twotime between his legs, voice soft and low as they whispered something to themselves. The cultist’s index finger plunging in and out of his body with no care.

7 was about to speak, however Twotime took notice the other’s eyes and softly smiled as they made eye contact.

“Glad you're awake, friend! Sorry I took so long… The spawn made sure to protect me well last round which resulted in me being last! What a miracle it is!”

“W-Wait Twotime-” 007 shuddered as the other shoved in another finger, the hacker’s warm walls sucking in the thin appendages.

“Worry not 007n7, as I made sure to follow my teacher's instructions.”

“Instructions?! Instructions on wha- Ah-!”

007n7 moaned as two hit a specific spot, his head leaning back as his mouth opened wide. His face red with embarrassment, Twotime not showing a single sign of awareness.

“Instructions in bringing in the gift the spawn spoke about! We spoke about it much earlier, do you not recall?”

“Gift?!”

Twotime nodded, halting his movements as he continued.

“I spoke to you about the spawn’s lack of response to our situation! You agreed to my generous offer to allow a gift to be implanted in you by the spawn! That way, the spawn will take notice of the suffering and bring enlightenment to the rest!”

007n7 began to process what Twotime had said.

Implanted?! In him?!

“Worry not as the Spawn has agreed to be placed inside and begin a new life. You are so kind to have agreed to the role of bearer!”

“W-Wait… Do you mean-?”

“A child!”

A third finger slipped in as Twotime spoke. Loud cries echoed across the cabin. Was he hearing correctly? Was this even possible?!

“I can’t bare a child!”

“Of course not! But I had made sure to increase my prayer time as well as getting permission from the admins themselves to allow such an action to happen. Once my holy hand is fully inside, the Spawn will settle down inside and you shall bare life!”

The hacker froze, he had agreed to this?!

“Wait-!”

A fourth one entered, 4 digits entering him at rapid speed as Twotime complimented his eager hole. 007n7 lost in pure pleasure to even form a sentence. His body allowed the intruder to continue, not wanting the feeling to stop. There were no actual consequences, at least he thought. No thing can actually impregnate him.

Right?

007n7 moaned as Twotime began to press their thumb inside, grinning widely as they took notice the hacker had succumbed to the pleasure. Usually a priest would be the one to perform this action onto their carriers; however being the only one in the realm to have the strongest connection to their spawn, Twotime agreed to bless 007’s body.

“Your body is doing well to take my hand dear hacker! Oh you shall bring great honor in bringing in new life! Of course it will require foreign seeds to enter you but I see you would not mind it!”

“F-Foreign? Ngh-! Like w-who?!”

“Well the rest of the team of course! Each one can bring a blessing to this child! I’ll be the witness to this new creation which is why I am preparing you to take!”

Does he mean…

“N-No! I doubt anyone will- AH-!”

“They already agreed to it! Spawn is lucky to have someone such as yourself to carry.”

Their fist slammed roughly inside, his stomach bulging at the intruder as Twotime smiled at 007n7’s reaction. The hacker threw his head back as tears flowed down his cheeks, cock raising as the cultist watched in awe.

Twotime would have loved to stimulate the other's cock but as he was taking the role of the priest they are forbidden to provide any pleasure that didn’t involve the spawn.

“S-Stop! It’s sto m-Ah! N-No more-”

“So close dear hacker, just a few minutes more,” Twotime reassured.

Twotime slammed harshly inside, halting as 007n7 came. The cultist only watches, unmoving as their first slightly unclench to bury in a small nightshade seed. The spawn now buried deep inside to allow the hacker to bear a child, the spawn's child. As much as they would like, Twotime would have to wait until everyone has had their fill of the hacker before implementing their own seed inside.

They moved their arm back, wet warm walls clenching as Twotime hummed at the feeling. Slight teasing as they would jerk around their fist, 007n7 whimpering at the feeling.

007n7 closed his eyes in exhaustion, sweat and tears covering his face as Twotime finally removed their arm away from his body. A soft kiss being placed on his cheek, whispering a small prayer.

“May the spawn bring you more pleasure dear 007n7. Should the others comply and provide their seed, the child inside will be the salvation we need.”

Chapter Text

007n7 held his bleeding arm, behind him the killer smiled wickedly. He was the first chase, but unfortunately his team had decided to sell him out. The hacker didn't mind as much as he wasn't the only one to be sold. Just a general strategy for them as a team to sell whoever was first chase, unless it was Elliot or Builderman.

He managed a good few 15 minutes, looping high walls and avoiding the void star that was thrown at him. A treasure he once sought after when he was younger is now being used as a weapon by some void god. The star shining brightly on their hands as it illuminated their rather dark color scheme, able to detail their tragedy mask on their face.

It had only been a few times he had encountered this killer but it was enough to say he didn't like him. Their void rush would force 007 to use a clone to block, making him already lose a valuable resource for chase later. The teleportation on a machine always catching him off guard and not to include the tampering, which caused hallucinations if done.

In some sense, it felt like this killer countered him completely. Mocking every ability his son C00lkid has with their void rush and suppose ‘clone’ and his own ability to teleport.

His back hit the stone wall of the castle, the ramp leading up being blocked by the killer as they inched closer and closer. 007n7 flinching as the star was near his face, a tragedy mask in view.

“O! A fellow former hacker! It sure is rare seeing some around,” the glitchy voice said, “Though strange you aren't on our side eh?”

“Just kill me…” 007n7 begged, “Get this over with.”

“Come on! We barely have a chance to properly talk with one another. You never are first to chase so why not enjoy our time.”

The hacker turned to look away, wanting the pain to end, flinching as a cold dead hand reached to his arm, pulling away to inspect.

“Your ability is similar to the red child. Are you perhaps related?”

“C-C00lkid? How is he? Is he ok?”

“Ha so that is what gets you talking! Don’t worry little thing, the kid is in good hands with 1x1x1x1 always down his throat.”

007n7 was unsure whether to be relieved or not.

“So tell me dear, what will I get in return for the information I just provided? Your eyes? Ears?”

“W-Will my life due?”

Noli thought, eyes scanning his trembling body. That was already going to be taken, being a death game and all.

It was the most boring option to say the least.

“No,” Noli replied, “Give me your whole being.”

“What? Like myself?”

“If you can satisfy me, not only will you get your information about the kid but also, I will spare the lives of the others.”

Time ticked down as both men looked at one another, Noli growing impatient as 007n7 thought for a response. Was it like a ritual type of satisfaction or was it pleasure? The killer was a god of some sorts so perhaps their vision of pleasure and satisfaction is different from theirs.

It was a gamble.

“A-Alright…”

“Good. Now strip,” he commanded, voice no longer glitching.

“What?! Right here? Outside…?”

“Unfortunately this is not the graveyard,” Noli shrugged, “But worry not as I will kill anyone that sees us.”

“B-But you said-!”

“Guess you want your team to watch?”

“That is not what I mean…”

007n7 removed his shirt; chest exposed as the void god watched carefully. The hacker going slow as the breeze made him shiver, having second thoughts about the deal. He was afraid anyone could just walk in on them, seeming they were right outside.

His belt was undone as his pants dropped, leaving 007 with just his boxers and socks, hands covering his plump chest as the cold hardened his nipples.

“Guess you will allow me to continue,” Noli teased, the star vanishing in his hand as he moved closer.

His arms pulling 007 closer, both bodies flushed against one another as the killer’s mouth inched closer to his own. Noli pressing hard as they kissed, tongue fighting for dominance as his hand squeezed his ass, earning a cry from 007 as the killer took the opportunity to slip right in. The wet cavern of the hacker intoxicating Noli as his hands began to remove the other boxers, exposing their hardened cock. A hand wrapping itself on the organ, his own tentacle like dick teasing it as it began to stimulate.

The hacker moaning against the killer’s mouth, his hands trying to push Noli away to catch his breath. The void god backing away as a line of saliva tied them together even as they separated. 007 gasping for air as his cock was squeezed, at the same time Noli spread his cheek in search of his hole.

A finger being pressed inside, his body succumbing as he fell onto the killer, using him for support. Wet noises echoing against the castle walls, anyone close by able to hear them.

Noli slipped in a second finger, scissoring the entrance open as 007n7 cried. The god praised the hacker's body, claiming that both were meant for one another.

His tentacle dick halting their stimulation on the hacker's own, 7 whining at the loss as Noli kissed his tear flushed cheek.

“Greedy aren't ya-”

“S-Shut up…”

His fingers slipped out, a wet pop being heard as Noli moved both his arms around the other's waist, flipping him around for his ass to face him. Noli’s tentacle dick positioned near his hole as he awaited for 007n7 to calm his breathing, the semi sentient thing already eager to enter the hacker’s warm walls.

“Just fuck me damn it!”

“Very well then,” Noli grinned.

His appendage stricked, immediately hitting his prostate as a lewd cry escaped the hacker. 007n7 moving his head back as Noli winced at the squeeze. His tentacle cock moved around as in search for the place that provided more pleasure, at times not moving to examine a spot.

“For someone like you… You seem very eager to have me full.”

“I-I’m doing it- Ngh-! For m-my team-!”

“And will this same team do anything for you? You're selling yourself short, dear hacker.”

More arms appeared from Noli’s back, each one holding onto 007n7 like a doll. His lower arms hoisting up his thighs, allowing the cock inside to strike deeper. The higher arms teasing the nipples, squeezing them as they attempted to milk him.

007n7 felt trapped within Noli’s grasp, the extra arms not helping in the slightest to hide his moans. The one on his hips, his thighs, his chest, and cock. It was too much for him.

“S-Stop! Slow down! Ahh-!”

“We are still 30 minutes in. If you want to keep your teammates alive you better last 3 more hours.”

“N-No! It's too much… P-Please!” 007n7 cried, head leaning back as he caught sight of Noli’s mask.

“Oh! How about I just walk into the middle and show everyone how well you are taking me!”

Fuck he forgot they were legit outside.

“You wouldn't- You can't!”

“I am a god 007n7,” they smiled, “I can do whatever I want.”

Chapter Text

The admin groaned in frustration, bright fire emitting from their pumpkin shaped crown. With the Specter suppressing their power in this realm, it has been common for his soul to act out of bounds. The body he uses is only possible to keep due to the pumpkin crown engulfing his entire head, a gift provided by Builderman many years ago.

Usually, his flame would be controlled by his constant usage of magic but recently the rounds have yet to take him in which resulted in his body reacting negatively. With no way to actively let the extra surge out, it begins to boil inside which results the flame to grow out of control. Builderman has suggested building another crown, one able to contain his flame, however Dueskkar refused as they have grown fond of the current one.

So now the admin stood still in his room, flame roaring as it tried escaping, burning any candles nearby due to the heat. The pumpkin crown slightly cracked due to the intensity, Dueskkar having locked himself away to keep everyone safe. He knows the Specter is watching, waiting for a violent outburst.

If only he was able to take out this energy on someone, a shield or speed boost, perhaps an attack to the killer, but the lack of rounds made it impossible. He was in a rut.

A knock was heard coming from the other side of the door, Dueskkar not responding, instead moving away from the door. He knows its Builderman.

“Dueskkar? You haven't eaten anything are you alright?”

“Worry not friend, As I do not require food,” his muffled voice could be heard through the wooden door.

“Right but the others are getting worried. Especially because they no longer see you in rounds.”

“The Spectre has yet to assign me any. It is clear they want me to react and I shall not follow.”

A sigh could be heard, Builderman putting his hand on his nose in thought. Why did he have to choose two former gods as admins?!

“Worry not as I can easily ride this out myself,” Dueskkar continued, “Tell the others I shall be fine.”

“You know there is another way to release this frustration right?”

The admin halted at the other’s words. Does he think he is like any other average robloxian? He is made of light, body forming due to the crown on his head that allows him to be in close proximity to the others, if not they would have all burned to a crisp. Frustration? That word doesn't come close to what he feels right now!

“I don't follow…”

“Shed- Telamon was the same in a way. Of course he wasn't made of flame like you but regardless. He will take out his frustration in other ways like… Sexually.”

“Was that why they would disappear? Loads of work left unattended for weeks?”

“Yes. Due to the fact he wasn’t able to surge out his energy with his swords, he looks for another solution. Perhaps it can be the same for you.”

“Anyone who dares to be in bed with me will burn… I will not risk the others to satisfy myself.”

He was only met with silence, both admins waiting for the other to respond. Dueskkar basically had no choice, the Spectre will not put them into a round to elongate their suffering and they know that. Builderman was only offering, of course he would not be the one to partake in the event but perhaps one of the survivors can.

“How about someone that can’t burn? Someone immune?”

“No robloxian can and even if they can, my flame will blind.”

“Not if they are programmed.”

What.

“Whatever do you mean Builderman?”

“I’ll bring him in later. I’ll talk to them about your situation.”

“It's not Shedletsky… right,” Dueskkar pleaded, not wanting to deal with the former god.

“The idea only is laughable at best. No, it's someone else.”

“Very well then. I’ll wait here.”

…

Dueskkar hid in the corner, a blanket on top of him like a cold child. His flame burning bright, the cloth unable to hide his frustration.

The sound of the door could be heard opening, catching the interest of the admin. He turned to see a shaking figure, hands and legs tied up. A blindfold covering their eyes. They remained still, the heat of Dueskkar’s flame making the other sweat.

As the admin got closer, he took notice of the familiar features. Thin frail body, brown curly hair, pale skin, and pointed ears with black horns and tail with a red outline.

007n7.

The hacker remained still, shaking as he was still unable to see anything due to the blindfold, tail curling up against their own leg for comfort. Heat causes them to whimper slightly, already fearing the worst.

When Builderman came over to ask for a favor, it was rather vague. He only mentioned that he wished to discuss with him about an important matter, the hacker already thinking the worst as he wasn't on good terms with the head admin.

He met Builderman in the hallway, an area that was reserved for all the survivors' rooms but his own. 007 shaking as he asked the head admin what was wrong.

Just to be grabbed from behind by Shedletsky and a cloth placed on his mouth that put him out. The rest being a blur, only now waking up to hear the opening of the door in front of him.

Were they sacrificing him? He guessed he deserved it after all they put him through, and with the heat in front of him meant he was going to be burned alive, ironic for what he had done in the past.

Still he shook in fear, waiting for a hand to push him forward so he could fall to his death.

Instead a warm hand was felt on his cheek, 7 flinching at the act, unable to move properly due to being tied up.

“I apologize 007n7. It seems Builderman has chosen you for this and I hope he discussed it with you…”

007n7 halted, the voice soft and comforting.

“D-Dueskkar? Is that you?”

“Yes,” he replied.”

“Everyone was so worried for you! We haven't seen you in rounds and… why am I-”

“007n7, I have been put in a situation that requires me to put my frustration out. Due to lack of magic leaving my body to protect you all, has led to my flame to burn brightly. My crown that is on my head is near cracking opening, my flame growing more restless with each passing minute. The face you all see me with is not truly mine and yet I will not allow anyone to see the real one. Which is why you are blind folded.”

“But then why-”

“Because you can resist the heat due to your constant playing of your code,” Dueskkar took hold of the others hips, inching him closer as 007n7 cried at the heat.

Both their bodies are mere inches apart. The admin removed his pumpkin shaped crown as his flame sparked with intensity.

“Shall you oppress this… then I will burn this cabin down. Allow me to take this out on you.”

007n7 softly nodded, unable to truly see what the admin looked like. The blindfold barely did anything to hide the brightness that was emitting from the admin. He felt hands take hold of his hips as he was picked up and carried bridal style onto a soft mattress. Body bouncing slightly as Dueskkar cages him in, 007 sweating the closer he got.

“Your body is small. Let's hope it doesn't light up in flames.”

Hands started to strip him, 007n7 unable to stop it due to being tied up, his body moving to allow easier access for the admin. Dueskkar’s hands flowed through his body carefully, leaving a red trail due to the heat.

“D-Dueskkar-!”

“You are cold. You almost feel dead. I wonder what code Builderman implemented for you.”

His thumb pressed down on the other's perked up nipples, earning a cry from 007 as he arched his back. Dueskkar teasing the cold nub, softly kissing his abdomen as he reached his pants.

Hands taking hold and quickly dropping them down to his knees, exposing the hardened cock. As much as he wished to tease him, Dueskkar didn't wanna risk burning him. One hand moved down, resting in between his legs as the heat intensified, the hacker wincing away.

“You… It's not going in is it?”

“Do you not want it to?”

“I-” 007n7 paused, mind running, “I do.”

“Then it shall be.”

A thumb began to slowly be pressed inside, the heat entering 007’s body making him cry in pure pleasure. Neglected cock raising as Dusekkar moved his thumb in a circular motion. The admin’s bright and hot body increased the pleasure for the hacker, moans escaping as his body embraced the heat.

“Rest assured I will make sure you only see me as your divine savior. No one would be allowed to have you the same. Your body as cold as frost is mine to melt.”

“Y-Yes Dueskkar.”

His thumb was replaced by two fingers, scissoring the entrance open as the heat cooled down inside. Dueskkar is already hard at the temperature difference. Air released from the admin as sweat came from the hacker. Both different reactions to one another yet melting as one.

007n7 cried as Dueskkar saw him ready, fingers leaving his tight ring of muscle, placing hand to hold his cheeks apart for a better view. The tip of the admin’s cock slowly protruded inside, the melting heat sizzling due to the cold insides. Both men moaning, waiting for adjustment before rapidly moving.

If Dueskkar was perhaps in a normal state, 007n7 wouldn't be as cold as he is now. It was all a play of his anatomy trying to seek someone to cool him down and the hacker was perfect. Cold to the touch for Dueskkar yet normal for everyone else.

“You are mine 007n7…” Dueskkar moaned, hips moving faster.

“Yes-! So warm… hot-!”

007n7 felt like he was going to melt, the heat intensifying with each movement yet his insides exploded with pleasure as his cock came at the feeling. Body changing to appease the admin’s own temperature, even if it was strangely unhealthy to be so cold.

“Rest assured 007n7,” Dueskkar moaned, “This is far from over.”