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Raiden’s life had changed a lot since the “attack.” The test given by Liu Kang, with the help of the Lin Kuei, had proven that he, and his best friend Kung Lao, were worthy fighters. They had been taken to the Wu Shi Academy to continue their training along with two other fighters. The four fighters were informed that they were to train and compete with each other to become this year’s Mortal Kombat champion. When someone achieves that, they get to fight in the real tournament against a place called “Outworld.”

Fighting against the monks during training was humbling. Raiden was a strong fighter but he knew he had much more to learn. Occasionally, he would even ask to train with the other two warriors, also getting humbled in that process as well. He wasn’t really upset about losing in a sparring match or two. He was just happy to get more practice and learn from his mistakes. It was also nice to learn their names, Johnny Cage and Kenshi Takahashi.

Of course, he would never forget about Kung Lao. It would be hard to forget him since they are living together now. It was so much fun sleeping in the same room as his best friend, reminding him of their childhood sleepovers. Unfortunately, he didn’t get to spar much against Kung Lao as he was always put into extra lessons for his arrogance.

Raiden had eaten his dinner with Kenshi and some monks. It saddened him that Kung Lao usually had cleaning chores and endurance training later than everyone else. It had been over a week of Lao entering the room late at night due to this. He could tell how much more tense and grouchy his friend had gotten over the constant punishments, but he knew that nothing would change until he got his ego under control. His friend was a great fighter, and usually he would say that his ego is deserved, but there is a time and place.

Raiden helps the monks wash the dishes and clean up any mess from dinner before heading to the showers. He passes Johnny on the way, who gives him such a polite and sweet smile. Johnny Cage was an interesting guy. His hair was wet and Raiden knew he had just left the showers. He took his showers before everybody else, absolutely refusing to shower at the same time as any of the other guys. Entering the shower, Raiden thought about the encounter.

Johnny was a very famous movie star and mixed martial artist. One would think that he would have a massive ego, and they would be right. Johnny had an even bigger ego than Kung Lao. However, unlike Kung Lao, Johnny is extremely charismatic and has had immense media training. He knows not to arrogantly gloat in front of the monks, avoiding the constant extra chores. As Raiden cleans up under the water, he can’t help but smile. Kung Lao and Johnny would be great friends if they ever got the time to interact with each other. The thought of his friend learning new things from the movie star makes him feel nice and warm inside.

He truly worries about how pent up and tense Kung Lao is, he isn’t used to people not looking up to him. He isn’t used to being punished for how he had always acted while living in Fengjian. He especially worries over how much sleep Kung Lao has been getting. The monks do ensure everyone gets at least 8 hours in their rooms every night, but Raiden can hear how much he tosses and turns. All he can do is hope that things get better for him.

Realizing that he had gotten distracted, Raiden quickly focuses on getting clean and getting out of the shower. Realizing he didn’t bring any pajamas, he puts his uniform back on and heads out into the hallway. He left his hair down to dry, the wet strands flicking water drops as he walks up to his room. He sighs, knowing that he is about to enter the empty bedroom once again.

Raiden unlocks the door and twists the knob, walking into the dimly lit room. He makes sure to lock the door behind him. It doesn’t feel good to lock Kung Lao out like that but he has his own key and the monks had sternly reminded him not to leave the door unlocked. Huffing out again, Raiden hears rustling in the room already. His heart leaps! He hadn’t been able to spend time with Kung Lao outside of classes and training in such a long time. He excitedly turns the corner only for his smile to immediately drop.

Kung Lao was, in fact, in the room already. He was leaning against the wall, sitting on his bed, hidden under the blanket; the strange movements under the fabric continue as he is wearing the headphones that he was given for sleeping purposes. Raiden stares at him for what felt like forever, completely frozen. Kung Lao’s eyes eventually crack open and dart over to his friend standing there before he freezes as well. Another eternity passes by.

Raiden jumps as Kung Lao curses and curls up under the blankets.

“You didn’t have to clean up after dinner today?!” he shrieks as he uncomfortably wiggles under the blanket, still feeling quite exposed.

All Raiden can think about is how Kung Lao has been under constant surveillance without it even being intentional. The double rooms ensure that he is never truly alone, no wonder he was so pent up and frustrated. Snapping back into reality, Raiden immediately covers his face and stutters out.

“I- I’m sorry, Lao. I was just headed to the gardens. I’ll be there for quite a bit,” he manages to force out, hinting to Kung Lao that he’ll have more alone time, before turning away.

Raiden’s face is so hot with embarrassment. Sure they are best friends, but he never wanted to see… that. Why was that idiot even wearing his headphones like that?

“No, no, don’t get yourself in trouble like that,” Kung Lao almost whines out, stopping Raiden in his tracks. “Please, stay here. I don’t want you getting into trouble, too…”

Raiden turns his head and looks at Kung Lao. He can’t read his face at all, he thought Kung Lao would actually want more alone time.

“Listen, I know you’re frustrated and stuff-” Raiden starts.

“I don’t care, you don’t have a reason for being out there, I don’t want you to go out there,” Kung Lao surprisingly pleads.

Raiden hesitates before returning to his bed, laying down facing the wall. He shifts to get comfortable and decides…

“Make sure you take care of yourself, too,” he throws out, feeling embarrassed blush spread across his cheeks. “We’re bros, I’m not listening.”

The room goes completely silent for a moment. Raiden can almost hear Kung Lao thinking from across the room, but he keeps his back turned, indicating some sense of privacy. He then hears rustling, before the undeniable repetitive sound starts coming from his friend’s side of the room. Raiden steadies his breath and meditates, clearing his mind and ignoring the sound. His stomach drops and his ears burn when small, repressed noises slip out of Kung Lao’s lips. Raiden wonders what the heck is he even allowing to happen. He is listening to his best friend jerk off just behind him.

He can distinctively hear him speed up and get louder. Raiden feels like his heart is about to pound out of his chest at the sound of Kung Lao panting. His heart nearly stops when the noise suddenly stops and Kung Lao whines. At least he finished, Raiden just has to not mention it ever again. Or that’s what Raiden thought before Kung Lao calls out to him.

“Raiden…. Raiden, you can look at me…” his voice is needy.

When Raiden looks at Kung Lao, he notices how pleading and yearning his eyes are. Did he not finish? Why isn’t he cleaning up? Kung Lao’s face turns noticeably red and Raiden can tell he’s trying to speak.

“You can- You can watch,” he forces out, “if you want!”

Raiden is stunned. He wants him to watch. Raiden doesn’t understand the strange behavior but he turns to lay facing him, getting comfortable in his bed. He watches the fabric covering his friend start to move again. As he watches, his eyes dart up to Kung Lao’s face occasionally, and every single time, he makes eye contact.

Raiden doesn’t react as Kung Lao tugs at the blanket. It seems like the lack of protest was encouraging; Kung Lao kicks the blanket off. He is exposed completely to Raiden’s gaze now.

Raiden gasps and looks up to Kung Lao’s face, where he is still looking at him and biting his lip. The noises coming out of him are starting to sound more and more like Raiden’s name.

“Kung Lao..?” Raiden speaks up, causing Kung Lao to stop. He uncomfortably sits up and states, “you’re taking quite a long time, huh..?”

Raiden looks away and huffs. He wants to say something, the hints are there and pretty obvious, but he is too embarrassed to say it. It’s so obvious that Kung Lao had always clung to Raiden throughout their friendship and this stunt right now is really intense.

“Do you need help?”

“Yes, please, Raiden…”

Raiden timidly stands and approaches Kung Lao still laying in bed. He kneels down beside him and immediately grabs on, feeling as it throbbed under his touch. Kung Lao lets out a high pitched whimper, one that sounded different from all the other sounds he had made. Kung Lao starts dramatically panting without Raiden even moving.

“I love you.” he eventually quivers out, “I love you, Raiden.”

The sudden confession completely flusters Raiden. He felt his heart rate spike and he wants to say it back, he does love him, but the words won’t come out. He starts moving his hand instead, causing Kung Lao to jolt and hit his head on the wall behind him.

They both go silent before they start laughing, the tension almost immediately dissolving from the air. Raiden bashfully looks away, rubbing Kung Lao’s moist tip with his thumb. This whole experience feels surreal, he never thought this could ever happen, especially with Kung Lao, his beloved best friend.

Raiden then looks him directly in the eyes and states, “I love you, too.”

“Please, come up here with me, Raiden.”

Raiden does this and gets on the bed with Kung Lao, resting his head on his shoulder as he starts touching him again. Raiden licks his hand and starts sliding his hand up and down. The pumping motion causes Kung Lao to jolt and grip onto Raiden tightly. They nuzzle against each other. As Kung Lao gets more worked up, Raiden realizes that he doesn’t want this to end. He doesn’t want to just get this over with anymore. He feels the other man dig his nails into his skin and arch his back, so he quickly stops and lets go.

Kung Lao lets out a frustrated groan and reaches down, only to get stopped by Raiden grabbing his wrist. He’s too shaky to fight back and Raiden can see the confusion in his eyes. He lets out more frustrated whimpers and his cock continues twitching and throbbing. Raiden chuckles at the sight before he thought about how ironic him doing this was.

“I just don’t want this to end,” Raiden mutters as he nuzzles his face into Kung Lao’s shoulder.

“It doesn’t have to, we don’t have to pretend this never happened,” Kung Lao reassures and grabs Raiden's chin.

Raiden’s emotions almost overflow and he pushes forward, kissing Kung Lao, who immediately reciprocates. He’s never felt more loved than right now, kissing his “best friend,” feeling his embrace and how his fingers comb through his hair. His lips are so soft. He had always wondered what they would feel like…

Kung Lao pulls away and smiles at him, “are you going to stop teasing me now or?”

Raiden then remembers Kung Lao’s problem and quickly spits in his hand. Kung Lao is more vocal this time, making beautiful noises as Raiden works him. Kung Lao is quick to start shaking and arching his back again.

Kung Lao holds on tightly and yells out, “keep- going-, don’t stop-, Raiden-”

This causes the butterflies in Raiden’s stomach to go absolutely crazy. He continues pumping and doesn’t slow until he feels hot liquid drip down his fingers. He slowly moves, as Kung Lao shakes beside him, allowing him to ride out his orgasm completely. Once Kung Lao stills, only panting heavily, Raiden finally lets go of him.

Raiden looks at his hand contemplatively, he almost can’t believe it. Hearing Kung Lao chuckle, Raiden looks up.

“What? Want a turn?” He playfully asks.

Raiden returns the smile and gestures to the time displayed on the nightstand. “It’s late,” he goes silent for a moment, “you said this doesn’t have to end…?”

Kung Lao tightly hugs him, “We could keep doing this. Almost like… a couple?” This causes Raiden to nod in affirmation.

“I’d like that.” Raiden grins, “We should sleep so we can have energy for tomorrow night, too.”

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Special Agent Peter Strahm is trying to find Jigsaw’s new apprentice. He knows that both John Kramer and Amanda Young wouldn’t be strong enough to lift detective Allison Kerry. It has to be a third person who picked her up and placed her into the unwinnable trap.

As part of the FBI, he is working with the police department to catch this new killer. Unfortunately, in the middle of the investigation, another trial begins. A series of deaths that are pointing directly at detective Daniel Rigg, not to mention the strange photos found in his home. Strahm is confident that the detective is the newest Jigsaw killer, and he knows where he is headed. He rushes over to the building housing the newest victims around the same time he believes Rigg is to arrive so he can intercept him.

Despite being alone, He hurries inside to look for him and the victims. Traversing the halls, the strong scent of blood fills his nose, but he doesn’t see any. Entering a strange room of parts and traps, Strahm follows some sounds at the back, the smell getting stronger. The moment he enters the room, his eyes widen at the scene, where he immediately uses deadly force on a man in the middle who pointed his own weapon at Strahm. He didn’t find the apprentice, but Jigsaw himself, John Kramer, who was dead in a hospital bed. Amanda Young and another woman’s bodies on the ground as well.

Strahm turns to leave but the door slams closed behind him. He was locked in the room. On high alert, Strahm keeps his gun raised as he finds another way out. His adrenaline is out of control, his heart racing and fingers tingling. He is caught in a surprise attack. A masked man manages to get the upper hand and sedate him. The last thing Strahm can focus on are the eyes peaking from under the pig’s face.

…

Strahm swears he was just hot on Rigg’s trail, but he feels himself groggily regain consciousness. No way that was just a dream, it felt too real. He swears his body was completely alert just moments ago, but he is actually half asleep. An attempt to move his body reveals that he is already sitting up, and he can’t move his head. Reaching his hand up and traces the metal hugging tightly against his neck with his fingers. His heart drops to his stomach and his hands start to shake against the cold material. The chase was real, but he was the one that got caught. He doesn’t even remember the attack and sedation.

Bright lights abruptly flash on. Strahm is temporarily blinded, causing him to start sputtering and choking on his own voice. His eyes adjust to the light and he manages to start screaming. He yells and screams for help when he realizes that his head is encased inside a glass cube. Panicked, his hands grip at the sides of the trap as he desperately attempts to break out or wiggle free. As he twists and turns his body, he spots the mechanisms of the trap; tubes connecting two jugs of water to his box.

He is going to drown with no hope of escape. This isn’t one of Kramer’s traps, he already saw that he was dead, but one from an apprentice. He feels panic build in his stomach as he recalls their tendency to make impossible to beat death machines.

He can feel tears well up in his eyes, but through his blurred vision and blinding display lights, he can see a figure. This new apprentice is an obviously sick person. Strahm has the honor of having whoever this is watch him die in person, not even through a camera or hole in the wall. The tears shake away as Strahm starts thrashing and yelling, begging or bartering won’t do anything.

The smile on Hoffman’s face as he steps forward enrages Strahm even more. Of course it was detective Hoffman, how was he so blind? He claws his prison and screams so loud he can’t hear what Hoffman is trying to say, but he can see him mockingly make fish lips. Strahm is about to drown and Hoffman is mocking him for it! He thrashes and manages to catch Hoffman’s shirt with his fingers. The killer’s eyes widen in surprise momentarily but his smile returns.

“I’ll kill you!! I’ll fucking kill you!!!” Strahm screams as he shakes the other man.

He hates how Hoffman is smiling and lightly chuckling, he knows that he doesn’t see him as a threat. Strahm is still imprisoned in the cube, kidnapped during his pursuit just earlier that night. His will is strong, he doesn’t give up, and he pulls him closer. The sound of Hoffman’s face smashing against the glass is insanely comforting, but his reaction isn’t. He grabs his hands and starts resisting. Both men are strong, trained individuals, so it is a hard fight. Hoffman is at a weird angle due to the large device encasing Strahm's head, but he looks like he is having fun.

This sickens Strahm, he just sees this as a game. The flushed, happy expression on Hoffman’s face makes him tug him close once again. Another loud crack vibrates the glass and blood runs down from Hoffman’s brow. Hoffman finally takes a seat on Strahm's knees and forces him to let go of his shirt. Strahm’s eyes widen at the man’s weight on his lap and his flushed face. There is an unimpressed look in his eyes as he holds his wrists with a painful grip.

“You look cute all trapped and helpless like this,” Hoffman calmly states.

Strahm freaks out on Hoffman and pushes him off. He hates how he just continues to mock and infantilize him like that. Hoffman stands and looks at Strahm, his face is still flushed but he looks upset about being pushed so forcefully. Strahm gets uncomfortable as Hoffman awkwardly adjusts his pants. His eyes are immediately drawn to the newly obvious imprint in them, However, this discomfort turns into intense fear as water begins filling the glass box.

He screams and yells as Hoffman storms off. He can’t even feel relieved at his absence as the water starts to cover his mouth, which he knew would eventually reach past his nose.

He takes a deep breath through his nose before the water prevents him from taking any more. His eyes start darting around his surroundings, his arms flailing slightly. Eventually, his lungs start to hurt, begging him for air, but he’s trapped. The water reaches his eyes, he closes them and almost breathes in a mouthful of water. Desperately, Strahm feels around with his hands finding a pen in his pocket. If he doesn’t get oxygen in his system soon, he was going to pass out and drown. He knows what to do.

Stabbing the pen through his throat and into his airways, he takes a deep breath.

…

Strahm attempts the babble and reveal who did it, but he is silenced due to his injured throat. His DIY tracheotomy hindering his speech. He watches helplessly as Hoffman exits the building holding a child, branded a hero by the other officers.

Strahm now knows who the copycat murderer is. Detective Mark Hoffman is the one taking heavy inspiration from the infamous Jigsaw killer. How else would he escape the traps without a scratch while he was wheeled out on a stretcher. The scary thing is that he knows that he knows. Strahm is desperately trying to catch and prove that Hoffman is guilty, but Hoffman is trying to sabotage and kill him. It’s a struggle knowing that the man who is acting so innocent while at the station is actively plotting to kill him with a horrific machine. It makes him uncomfortable and tense that if he doesn’t catch him, he could die soon.

None of the officers want to believe him, blaming trauma or jealousy, so Strahm is constantly chasing Hoffman through his domain alone. It is an extremely dangerous task considering the many traps and tricks Hoffman has set out, especially already being injured. He knows that Hoffman is a madman who will do anything to protect his secret. The thing is, Strahm would also do anything to reveal that very secret, creating a constant struggle between the two.

It was another night, Strahm was supposed to be on injury leave, but he knew of Hoffman’s whereabouts. A seemingly normal house, this place is one of the previous Jigsaw trap sites. He follows him, causing yet another chase and intense struggle over the fate of Hoffman’s secret. As Strahm chases the culprit through the dark, suspicious tunnels, he doesn’t even feel fear, adrenaline powering this attempt completely. He’s close, there is a chance that tonight, he might actually catch him and disprove his innocence. Hoffman, the man behind the recent murders, is just barely out of his reach. Strahm reaches a suspiciously lit room with a coffin inside, but before he can enter, arms wrap around his waist and hot breath against his neck.

“I missed you, Agent Strahm~” It’s Hoffman’s voice. His warm body is pressed against Strahm’s back and he holds him tightly. “You don’t want to die, do you?” Hoffman whispers before pushing Strahm into the strange room, who immediately gets up and takes on a defensive stance.

“Woah, careful now, you don’t know the mechanisms of this room.” This causes Strahm to freeze in place. Once again, Hoffman has the upper hand.

Strahm presses his lips together and clenches his fists. He looks around, keeping Hoffman in his peripherals. His only plan at the moment is to fight back if he attempts to push him into the coffin. Hoffman approaches and he takes on his defensive stance once again. However, instead of pushing him into the coffin, Hoffman grabs him and bites him on the shoulder through his clothes. A thrash and blow to the face ends with Hoffman on the ground and Strahm running through the door. Hoffman grabs his ankles and trips him, crawling just outside of the room he flips him over and grabs his wrists.

Despite being out of the room’s threshold, Hoffman is frustratingly still on top. “Get off of me, you fucker!” Strahm screams, but Hoffman continues to hold his wrists and hold his waist down with his thighs. His lip is split and his face is flushed. His tongue sticks out and licks some of the blood.

“You hurt me, how mean~” Hoffman whines, but his voice also purrs in a way that shows how he really feels about being hit. His pants are completely tented and his thumbs are caressing Strahm’s hands. Leaning down closer, never loosening his grip, Hoffman whispers to Strahm.

“You’re a cutie, I almost don’t want to kill you…” before he grazes his lips against his jaw. Strahm tenses up and stops fighting back, purely from his shock. Feeling him freeze in place, a chuckle escapes from Hoffman. A million thoughts run through Strahm’s mind. The feeling of Hoffman’s lips traveling across his jaw and neck causes shivers to run through his body, and he can feel him grinding against his body.

“Can I kiss you?” Hoffman asks, looking directly into Strahm’s eyes, who immediately sputters and chokes. Strahm had previously noticed his strange actions, even at the station, but this is so direct. He is breathing heavily, his face flushed, and is giving him direct bedroom eyes as he grinds up against him. Strahm goes to speak but Hoffman kisses him anyway. His words get muffled as a tongue slips past his lips and violates his mouth.

The man on top of him starts shaking intensely and he doesn’t let up on the kiss at all. Strahm attempts moving his arms but Hoffman is still holding them tightly, his hips moving erratically against his body. He starts to mumble and moan into his lips.

Strahm can finally gasp in a normal deep breath when his mouth suddenly empties, Hoffman quickly sitting up and throwing his head back. Strahm is watching him confused. His wrists are not being held as tightly anymore and is about to take action, before his eyes dart down and focus on Hoffman’s pants. His jaw drops at the sight of the growing wet spot. This makes him feel even more violated, and he acts without thinking.

Enraged, Strahm punches Hoffman in the face, wincing at the idea of him enjoying it. He throws him off and stands to kick him in the ribs, causing pained moans to escape the injured man. Despite his better judgement, Strahm wants Hoffman dead now, so he grabs him by his shirt and drags him back into the trapped room. Hoffman is dazed as he is thrown into the coffin. Strahm can see him flinch at the sound of it closing. The trapped man’s eyes widen and he pushes his hands against the glass.

“Get out! Peter, get out of here!” Hoffman’s muffled voice comes through the glass, though he double takes at his own words. Strahm doesn’t move in time before the door closes and the walls start to close in.

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It has been a while since he arrived. Apparently, he is related to Mr. A, his nephew actually, so everyone calls him Little A. Everyone seems to like him, which kind of makes sense since he seems to be incredibly eager to please. He is super kind and helpful. Of course, this also means that he wants to socialize with the residents and be productive in his free time. Kendrick, or as everyone calls him, K, doesn’t like this part of his personality. It annoys him.

Every time Little A attempts to talk to him, K ignores any casual conversation. Even important information barely catches his attention; a wave causes an averted gaze. This farm is a sanctuary, K doesn’t have to do anything, so he won’t. It’s not like he’s doing anything wrong. He gets out of the way and minds his own business. He knows his roommate doesn’t like this due to his occasional backhanded comments, but he doesn’t allow the indirect shaming deter him from living how he wants.

He doesn’t mind his roommate that much despite his habits. In fact, he does enjoy interacting with his son during the morning and night hours. He is a cute, happy kid, which helps him understand why his father may be the way he is. K just sees M as a caring father who wants to secure a future for his son despite their circumstances. However, ever since Little A arrived on the Farm, M just won’t shut up about him. This absolutely gets on his nerves. Little A is just that annoying kid who stuck his tongue down his throat that one time. He didn’t even need CPR!

Warmth spreads across his cheeks at the embarrassing memory. He can’t help but think about why M originally started liking him. He shakes the cow’s words out of his head, not wanting to imagine the “help” he had told him so much about. It is kind of his fault he knows, though, because curiosity prevented him from shooting down the conversation. K rests a hand against his abdomen and sighs, he doesn’t know just how helpful Little A can be yet.

…

As K lays in bed, he is just thankful the pain is gone. He nuzzles his face into his pillow and sighs, clutching his new batch of eggs in his arms. He hadn’t wanted any help at first. He doesn’t want to be an animal, a mere hen who lays eggs and protects them with his new maternal instincts. Deep down, he knows that nothing will come from the eggs, that they are unfertilized and he is being irrational.

Gritting his teeth, K can’t help but want to thank Little A. Sure, he didn’t want his help, but the relief made him realize that he could have died if he didn’t get the eggs out. Heat spreads across his cheeks, reaching all the way to his ears, when he recalls the events of the night. Did he have to help him like that? Now he’s confused at how he feels about the guy. At least he knows he’s genuine and not putting on a kind mask.

Despite the pain relief, K doesn’t get any sleep. The sun seeping through the window makes him groan and start getting ready for the day. He is about to sit in the living room while he waits for more people to awaken before his eyes focus on the eggs still sitting on the bed. Blushing, he decides that he really does want to thank Little A.

He has a slight smile on his face as he hears Little A get up from the couch and settle at the table. He doesn’t say anything to him, just focusing on his task. The smile on K’s face widens when he looks back. Little A has such a cute and tired expression, which he is hoping to turn into excitement once he presents the amazing breakfast he is cooking up. Little A notices the excited, toothy smile spread across the man’s whole face right before he presents a large plate of fried eggs.

K’s smile drops as the color starts to fade from Little A’s face. He doesn’t look happy, more horrified. K’s eyes widen as Little A starts crying and asking questions. It seems like this kid is also super dramatic and emotional. Before he can babble out an explanation, in which he does have a very good explanation for cooking his eggs like that, the front door opens.

M walks in, having not been in his room like the other two had thought. He puts on a quivery smile, causing K to squint his eyes suspiciously. K feels a harsh pang of jealousy when Little A jumps to comfort him and ask what the problem was.
“Oh, I just don’t like being separated from Milo like this,” M admits with a nervous laugh, “The center is just testing him to make sure he’s healthy.”

K’s stomach twists at his words. That dumb cow trusts the center way too much! At least he seems worried, or that's what K thought, until M asks Little A to help him with milking right after. K curtly rises and excuses himself, leaving the two alone.

…

Of course nothing changes, Little A is eager as ever and K is back to just aimlessly walking around the farm. However, this time, K’s emotions are going wild. Why is he suddenly envious of M like this? His whole whole body is tense and his fists clenched. He refuses to talk to literally anyone all day as he is too focused on holding the tears back. Usually, he would avoid the farm’s chicken coop, but the darkening sky and overwhelming emotions lead him there.

The tears are allowed to fall from his eyes as he settles down. One of the hens hops on his lap, which causes him to jump. He used to be afraid of chickens, especially their feet, but that’s what his own limbs look like now. He runs his palm across her feathers, his talons comfortably scratching. K’s vision is completely blurry with tears that he just can’t understand. He’s not supposed to like that kid. It would be for the better if things went back to normal. Now determined to start ignoring him again, K’s tears dry up and he heads back home.

He doesn’t really want to deal with M, especially without Milo there. Him being at the center reminds K of something, he physically shakes his head at the thought, he shouldn’t let the center workers hear him call him that; it’s M2, not Milo. The thought makes him feel sick with worry, but he doesn’t think anything bad will happen as they are keeping up a good image at the moment. He calms himself down before opening the door, just to immediately get jumped.

“K! You’re back!” the young man excitedly wraps his arms around him. “I was looking for you all day-” The admission makes K blush. He wasn’t expecting Little A to be looking for him. He thought he would be preoccupied with M’s problems all day.

“Milton and I were worried because you looked so upset!” he says with tears in his eyes. K’s heart spikes.

“You shouldn’t call him that in front of others,” he scolds, but Little A interrupts again.

“Were you crying?” K tenses as he remembers just how recently he was crying in the chicken coop. He knows fully that his eyes must still be red and puffy. With a sigh, K brings his hands to Little A’s cheeks, the claws grazing his skin. He doesn’t want to ignore him like he earlier planned.

“Little A…” K says with a yearning, whiny voice, which causes the younger man to visibly react. “I know I don’t need help like M does, but can we still..?”

His eyes widen when Little A leans in and closes his eyes. That is the permission K needs to pull him closer and place a soft kiss on his lips. This is way better than their “first kiss” when he thought he needed to be revived. Before K can attempt to deepen the kiss, a soft “moo?” is heard. Both of their heads whip around to look at M standing in his doorway with a soft look on his face. K fears that Little A is going to leave him for M again. He doesn’t want that to happen, he’ll do anything to prevent it, even if he has to share.

“M, you want to-?” he is cut off by a loud “MOO!” and a face full of M as they are pulled into a tight group hug.

“I literally love you, K! Moo!” K almost suffocates in M’s chest before he is pulled away and excitedly shaken, which earns an adorable laugh from Little A. He is suddenly pulled into another kiss, but with the cow this time. It’s rough and eager, which makes him think that M may be more excited about being with him rather than little A. K gasps for air the moment M pulls away.

“Come on, don’t be shy~” M starts to tug on K’s shirt. When he looks at Little A, he gets a sweet smile from him. He only allows M to take his shirt off once Little A starts undoing his own uniform. M’s hands are quick to move to K’s pants, but they are stopped. There is a look of embarrassment on K’s face even though he knows that M has the same anatomy as him. He gives him a sweet smile and steps back.

K watches as Little A starts to help M out of his uniform. All three of them are only wearing pants, until Little A kneels down and undoes M’s. K approaches and curiously watches as he touches and kisses him. M is way bigger up close. As Little A takes him in fully and makes loud gagging noises, K’s body jolts and he can feel how tight his pants get. He can feel M’s eyes scan him over.

“My milk is really sweet, K~” he pants out, squishing his breasts together with his hands. Approaching slowly, his eyes dart to the preoccupied Little A and back up to M, before he leans forward and gently licks his nipple. This earns him a laugh.

“You have to try harder than- ack!” M suddenly doubles over and pulls Little A off of him. “Careful, that was almost too fast!” Little A looks shocked at the sudden force, but he ends up laughing. K can’t believe just how cute he is. He can’t get the feeling of his tongue from when he helped with the eggs out of his mind. Embarrassed with being so direct, K timidly looks away and asks for a turn. Little A walks over on his knees and undoes his pants this time. M doesn’t have an adverse reaction to how he looks, so K immediately relaxes. K’s face flushes when he feels Little A’s tongue on him and he lets out some little quivering noises.

“Can- can you do what you did the other night?” He doesn’t have to ask twice as he is guided to a sitting position on the carpet. Little A’s hand is on his dick and his tongue starts to lap just below that. The way his tongue circles his clit is immediately overwhelming and his body shakes. He allows him to pleasure him for a moment before another want pops up in his mind.

“Can you- I want you to fuck me.” M’s head noticeably perks up and K invites him, too. A delighted moo fills the room and he is effortlessly lifted off the ground. It seems like his muscles aren’t just for show.

Little A also stands and finally takes off his own pants. As he approaches, M hooks his arms under K’s and lifts him up, making a surprised sound escape him. It only takes a second to calm down and he lifts his legs up for Little A to step in between them. M is holding his upper half while Little A holds onto his thighs, he feels secure despite being held up in the air. When Little A pushes inside of him, he lets out a few soft whimpers and leans his head back, hitting M’s soft breasts.

He nuzzles into them before getting lifted up slightly. His soft whimpers turn into loud moans as M also pushes in. M is harsher than Little A, fucking his ass harder and faster than the smaller man is in front. It’s intense and he thinks he’s going to cum already. He squeezes his eyes shut and holds onto M tightly. The thing that pushes him over the edge, is when he cracks his eyes open slightly and sees Little A’s gentle, adorable face. He yells out and his whole body trembles, his essence spurting out and landing on Little A’s abdomen, who promptly pulls out.

However, M continues railing him from behind. K is getting extremely overstimulated, but only Little A can see the look on his face, M being both behind him and distracted. The sounds he’s making are even more overstimulating in K’s ear, and they are getting louder. Before either of them can say anything to him, he lets out a loud yelling groan and slams K down onto him.

K feels himself getting filled. It’s a nice feeling after the harsh penetration finally ceases. He is held against M’s hot body for a long moment before he is lifted off and set gently on the ground. His legs are shaky but he managed to keep his balance. He remembers that Little A hadn’t finished yet so he gets on the ground anyway, jumping slightly as M suddenly appears beside him. They share and take turns.

They both kiss, lick, and suck Little A’s dick until he pulls away and uses his hand to finish himself off. K thinks it’s weird he did that at first, but he realizes he is being considerate, not wanting to finish for only one of them. It shoots and drips on both of their faces and in both of their mouths.

They all contribute to cleaning up. K eyeing Little A in the process, still yearning. So when he agrees to spend the night in K’s room to cuddle, he feels nothing less than genuine delight and happiness.