TW: Rythnable, Body Horror, Gore (?),  Smut, set in the Yogscast Complete server before Nanosounds and Lalna nuke their tainted castle.

'Rrripppppp...'

Two teal eyes tiredly opened up, blinking a few times before adjustingthemselves to the dim light surrounding them.

'Rrrrrriiipp...'

Rubbing the bridge of his nose in annoyance, Rythian blindly reached his arm out to flick on the redstone lamp beside him. He glanced around the somewhat barren room, looking for the source of the sound that had awoken him.

'Chest...lamp...furnace...'

He went through a mental list of items as he searched, but after a few minutes, he gave a heavy sigh and began extending his arm over to turn off the light.

'Riiipppp'

The mage's eyes widened in shock as he gazed down at the appendage. Between his elbow and forearm was a deep gash, the skin around it torn and turned a sickening dull gray.

"What the Hell...?"

Rythian whispered as he brought his arm back and examined it closer. Using his other hand to cautiously dab into the wound, he grimaced. The inside was solid and dark purple, dry to the touch and seemingly very fragile. For a good two minutes he sat there in bed, trying to understand the sudden injury. But as he scanned the gash another time, his eyes honed in on something in the skin surrounding it. All throughout the ripped flesh were what seemed to be incredibly tiny crosshatches made from thread. Almost like stitches. Rythian froze.

"Oh no,"

He said quietly, yanking off his blanket and stumbling out of bed. He grabbed a linen shirt from the chest next to him and hastily threw it on, followed by a black cloak which ended right below his torso - his legs were already covered by bandages and a pair of loose brown pants. Slipping into his boots, he instinctively pulled up part of his cloak to hide the bottom half of his face.

"No no no no no...."

He kept muttering under his breath as he exited the small, makeshift hovel. Immediately hit by the cold air of the desert night, Rythian shivered and surveyed the quiet Cabertown settlement. All was dark, no villagers awake, the torch-adorned street lamps completely snuffed out.

He turned his head to look at the temporary camp which he, Zoeya and Teep had erected on a small sandstone ledge right outside the village. His own tent was the only one of the three emitting light, save for the dim electronic bulbs constantly flashing from Zoeya's computers.

Forgetting his panic for a split second, his gaze settled on the peppy brunette's tent, then down to his damaged arm.

'I can't trust her enough...she can't see...'

Worried thoughts raced through his mind as he quickly made his way to the outskirts of Cabertown, tripping a bit because of the deep sand and his not-quite-awake-yet body. Once he stood steadily, he took a long breath of the chilly air through his thin cloak and spent just a second's time to take in the darkened scene of his new home. Then he turned away and began a walk to find the only man who could solve his predicament.

–

'Keep going...keep walking ...it can't be far now...'

It had been hours since the moon rose into the sky above Cabertown at the beginning of his journey. Now miles from any kind of familiar landmarks, Rythian grit his sharpened teeth in frustration and stopped walking. He brought a hand up to rub the bridge of his nose (a habit of his when under stress), but in doing so felt something strange on his upper cheek.

Running some fingers over the tanned skin, he noticed the same deep, wide cut as the one on his arm.

"It's all peeling off..."

His voice cracked in fear as he removed the hand. The mage tightened his cloak and pulled up the mask as far as it would go in an attempt to cover the newly-torn wound.

He began walking again, his boots easily stomping the dead leaf-covered ground and causing a loud crackling sound to echo off the thick forest of maples. The teal-eyed man had no direction save for an unnatural pulling sensation coming from his head, which he tried to disregard as a simple gut instict, however odd it may have been.

With the shining white light of a full moon flooding through the autumnal leaves of the trees, the mage continued on, every so often halting to readjust his mask and look at his surroundings. Instinctive pulses were his only guide.

'I could go the whole night without finding it...'

He thought, grunting as he climbed over a particularly large mound of stone.

'Squeeeehhhssshh'

A rather disturbing sound hit Rythian's ears after his foot met the ground, causing him to retract his boot and look down. Instead of the crinkling leaves that littered the area when he was deep in the woods, the earth here was a sickly brownish-green color tinted with black. All over the surface of it lay shiny, purple, webby goop, some of it bubbling or even moving on its own.

"Eugh..."

Rythian frowned before taking in a deep breath and beginning to walk forward again, trying to ignore the squelching sounds from below. It was a few minutes into his walk when he felt a pinching sensation on his lower leg; almost like an insect bite. He passively swatted away whatever had bitten him, expecting no more trouble. But only moments later, an incredibly intense pain shot up from the same spot on his leg, this time paired with the feeling of something solid latched onto it.

The mage grunted in pain, shaking his leg and, when that didn't work, reaching down and grabbing the attacker with his bare hands. Yanking it up, Rythian took a good look at the slippery culprit. It was a wriggling, tendril-like creature with no visible limbs, save for a large gaping mouth. Said mouth was filled with jagged teeth, and chomped at the air rather violently.

"The Hell is this?"

Rythian said in a disgusted voice, bringing up his other hand with the intent of snapping whatever bones the thing had in order to kill it. Unfortunately, the tentacle immediately launched its indistinct head forward, again managing to succeed in getting a mouthful of skin from his wrist.

The angry and slightly tired man pulled at the creature in an attempt to release its grip, but to no avail. Stuck in the middle of this predicament, Rythian failed to notice the large figure emerging from the purple-colored terrain behind him.

"Do you want some help with that?"

Came a voice with an amused tone. Rythian grunted and looked away from the still-moving tentacle and at the owner of said voice. It was very dark, and it took a few seconds for his eyes to recognize the stranger's key features. Messy, unbrushed blonde hair; a pair of slightly worn goggles colored a dark red; a wide, unsettling smirk.

Rythian's shoulders tensed as he snapped,

"No."

The other man's smirk didn't fade.

"Very well. Have fun,"

The blonde said curtly, turning on his heel and starting to walk away from the troubled mage. Rythian gave an annoyed growl, still struggling with the thing attached to his wrist. As he watched the larger man begin to fade into the distance, he realized that he did, indeed, need assistance; unless he wanted part of his arm bitten off.

"Grngh...Hey you! Wait a goddamned minute, come back!"

Rythian shouted, wincing in pain as the creature's sharp teeth dug deeper into his skin. The figure ahead of him stopped moving, and slowly came back into view.

"What is it?"

The man asked, as if he didn't seem to notice the blood starting to trickle down Rythian's arm.

"....Get this thing off me..."

The exasperated mage requested in a dry voice, his turquoise eyes staring at the ground; he didn't feel like looking at the triumphant smile that was undoubtedly on the blonde's face.

"I'm surprised you didn't bring at least a sword,"

The goggle-wearing man commented as he reached into one of the pockets of his lab coat. Rythian frowned.

"I...don't use a lot of weapons anymore..."

He replied, an image of Zoeya flashing in his mind. The other man gave a hum of acknowledgement as he pulled out an object that looked like a gun. Its surface gave off a metallic gleam.

"Close your eyes, I'm shooting it."

"Wait, it's attached to m-"

'BOOM'

Rythian was cut off mid-sentence as the other fired his weapon. It took a minute for the action to register in his mind, but when it did, he gasped in pain. He immediately brought his hand to the arm that the creature had bitten. His eyes widened in fear as his fingers failed to touch the skin that was previously there. Rythian jerked his head down and looked at the damage.

"NGH...Ah..agh.."

His breathing ragged due to the intense pain, the mage gazed down at his arm, which was now missing a noticeably large part of its flesh. His hand that was pressing on the huge gap swiftly became soaked in a mixture of crimson blood and dark violet fluid.

"Oh dear, I may have hit you a bit..."

The scientist standing in front of Rythian chimed, placing the gun-like device back in his pocket. He calmly walked over to the injured man, examining the dripping wound.

"Hnggh...a-ahg..w..what the Hell were you thinking..!?"

Rythian growled, looking up at the blonde.

"Well now, where's this attitude coming from? I think I deserve some thanks for removing that thing,"

The blonde said nonchalantly, giving the shaking man a small smile. Recieving a deadly glare, he chuckled and ran his gloved fingers through Rythian's brown hair. The mage narrowed his eyes and slapped the hand away, straightening himself.

"I didn't come to get my arm blown off, Lalna, I came beca-"

"One. My name isn't Lalna. Two. I know why you came,"

The scientist interrupted. Rythian grit his teeth.

"My name's Lalnable; you came because of this..."

Lalnable reached over and ran a finger across the torn flesh of Rythian's cheek.

"...right?"

The cloaked man didn't reply, instead moving his head so that the other's glove didn't touch him. Lalnable gave a light laugh.

"It's been a while since I put it on, so it was bound to start peeling soon enough..."

He said, retracting his hand. He then looked behind him at the large structure which Rythian, still in pain, had failed to see. The mage followed his gaze and saw a very familiar building; towers of stone brick with wooden roofs, a colossal laser gun-like contraption, and a huge glass sphere.

There was no doubt in Rythian's mind that this was Lalna's castle. Though, unlike the clean, well-kept base in his memories, this one had immense patches of purple vines crawling up the walls, and nearly every part of it was riddled with holes and broken windows. All of the castle was tinged a deep amaranthine color.

"...When did it get like this...?"

Rythian asked hesitantly, tearing off part of one of his bandages before applying it to his arm; the fabric was immediately drenched in blood.

"How long have you stayed in that desert? Everything's changed...to be honest, I'm surprised you were able to enter this area from where you were,"

Lalnable replied, rubbing his chin in thought. The mage looked at him, confusion written on his face. The scientist explained,

"When I escaped my cell in the lab for the second time, I stepped into a world that was much different from the one where all of you had settled; when I looked at the spot I had just left, the lab was gone. I believe the various dimensions we've inhabited are fluctuating between one another. The longer we're away from an area, the farther it falls behind, but when someone revisits an old base or territory, it gets teleported to our current dimension."

The injured man took a moment to think this over, however, his mind was more on his wound than the concept of different planes of existance.

"Look...look, this is all very fascinating, but...ghh...can I get some fucking help, please?"

Rythian asked angrily, trying to apply more pressure to the gaping hole on the side of his arm. Of course, the fleshy crater of slightly charred skin had already released multiple streams of reddish-purple blood which pooled on the ground below him; his pain tolerance was extremely high, but it was obvious that losing even a bit more would be dangerous.

Lalnable chuckled.

"I guess I did more damage than I meant to, hm? I'll fix it though, so don't worry your pretty little head about it,"

The blonde assured, a hint of mockery in his tone. Rythian stopped himself from making a crude jab in reply; as much as the mage loathed him, Lalnable was the only one he knew who could help him, and throwing out too many insults could cause the scientist to change his mind and simply ignore his problem.

Seeming to sense Rythian's anger, the taller man said,

"If you're ready, we can go in."

The mage muttered some profanities before giving a barely noticeable nod. Taking this as an acceptable answer, Lalnable turned and began heading towards the ruined castle.

Rythian, though slightly disgusted by the purple goo being squashed under his feet, followed suit. As the two walked across the tainted landscape, the many tentacle-like creatures, same as the one that attacked him, as well as swarms of dark and slimy insects, seemed to avoid them completely. Or rather, seemed to move away from them. Lalnable took no notice to this strange behavior.

The closer they came to the castle, the more tendrils and pools of orchid-tinted water there were, as if the building was the source of this odd infestation. However, as they neared, Rythian realized that the previous entrance to the castle was covered in crusted indigo blocks, with a stream of green-teal liquid flowing down it.

Deciding not to say anything, the cloaked man watched as Lalnable veered to the right, away from the main doors. They both soon stopped before the still-standing wall of the right-most tower. Without speaking, Lalnable reached forward and grasped one of the stone bricks, giving it a hard pull. Surprisingly, the front of the brick opened like the cover of a book.

Inside was a simple stone button, which the scientist pressed; as soon as he did so, a clinking sound came from inside the tower, and the formerly brick surface in front of them faded away to be replaced with what looked like glass. Lalnable shut the cover hiding the button and proceeded onward.

To Rythian's amazement, then man passed easily through the glass, then went down a few steps that looked like they were made of the same material, using his gloved hand to beckon the mage inward. After walking down to where Lalnable was, Rythian noticed that the strange glass pathway went below the surface of the purple water which filled the bottom half of the structure.

"We can pass through the glass, but water can't?"

Rythian inquired, still wincing as he held his arm.

"It's soul glass; people can walk through it, as well as other living things, but liquids can't penetrate it,"

Lalnable explained as they reached another door, this one being metal and having a frame of black blocks with green lights. It automatically opened when the two came close to it, and closed the same way once they had gone past it. The room they entered was fairly simple; stone brick as the main building material, a blank black screen on the middle wall, as well as some boxes and a small metal table (which had questionable red stains on it) in each of the corners.

But in the center of the room was a semi-circular construction of keppel-colored blocks which had a mysterious shine to them, and inside of said circle was a metal cube inlaid with what was undoubtedly an ender pearl. Lalnable stepped onto the cube along with Rythian, though the platform was somewhat small for both of them to be there at once, causing the mage to rub against Lalnable's chest. The blonde looked down and gave him a smirk, which the shorter man chose to ignore.

Lalnable reached into one of the pockets of his lab coat and pulled out a dark green rod topped by another ender pearl. He grasped the lower part of it with his hand, then offered it to Rythian.

"Hold on to this,"

The scientist said. Rythian hesitantly placed his hand above the other's, and a few seconds later, he felt an unusual, dizzying sensation; as if his body was moving faster than his mind could keep up with. There was something in the back of his brain that told him he had done this before, but it disappeared quickly. Realizing he had shut his eyes, he opened them, and found himself in a different room than the one they left.

All around him were barred doors - much like prison cells - with red cage lamps above them, obviously meant to keep something (or more likely, someone) retained inside. Straight ahead was a large structure made up of frost-covered tubes, many labeled with dials, gauges, and various scientific symbols. Rythian stepped further in and peered through the bars of one of the cells; there was a testificate huddled in the back.

"What the Hell are villagers doing here?"

The mage questioned, knowing full well that the answer probably wasn't something positive.

"Oh, don't pay attention to those. They're just some power sources I gathered up,"

Lalnable replied in a casual tone as he fiddled with a meter on one of the tubes. Rythian narrowed his eyes and forced himself to remain calm.

"You're using innocent testificates as power?"

"You say that as if they mean something. There are plenty around, and they give no resistance whatsoever; if they didn't want to come here, then they should have fought back,"

The scientist said this as if it were the most logical thing in the world. Rythian's thoughts raced back to Cabertown and the villagers that had helped him and his friends get back on their feet; the doctor and nurse that had saved Zoeya for no payment other than their gratitude. His shoulders tensed, and he momentarily forgot about his damaged arm.

"You can't do that, these are living things!"

His voice reverberated through the room and caused Lalnable to look at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Angry? You can leave, if my horrendous crime against 'living things' bothers you so much,"

The words rolled off Lalnable's tongue, all of them dripping with sarcasm and cruelty. He turned back to the red gauge he was working on, letting Rythian seethe in silence. The fuming mage clenched his fist, not paying attention to the blood which was still streaming from his arm. As boiling mad as he was, Rythian knew he couldn't afford to leave without getting help; Lalnable knew this as well, which just made the whole situation ten times worse.

"Just...just fucking fix me so I can forget about this..."

Rythian said in a slightly defeated voice, turning his eyes to the dark floor. The goggle-wearing man finished tinkering with the meter and turned to face him.

"You can try to forget, but you won't. You'll always be what you were when I found you, whether you like it or not,"

Lalnable replied before stepping beside Rythian and shoving his boot underneath one of the floor tiles. The tile folded back on itself and the few ones behind it, revealing a stairway. The mage followed him down, his mind trying hard to get rid of his memories from when he was discoveredby the blonde. Before long, they set foot in what could only be described as a surgical room. Everything was white and clean, with a sink and many different kinds of tools sitting on a tray near the entrance. A raised cot blanketed with linen was in the corner, though there were very faint, pink stains on the fabric, probably blood which had been bleached out.

"I haven't used this place in a while; I already have enough testificate parts, so there was no need to dig into villagers when they could be used for power,"

Lalnable commented, removing his gloves and replacing them with white ones from a drawer near the sink. Rythian felt a sudden sense of fear, his fingers touching the torn skin on his cheek. There was no reason for the scientist to harm him, right? He had enough subjects to cut up without having to dissect the cloaked man before him. A chuckle came from the blonde.

"I'm not going to kill you. Why would I ruin the same body I put together?"

Rythian didn't answer, instead watching carefully as Lalnable took out a few metal instruments from a case on the counter. One had a very small, hooked tip, and another looked like a tiny knife, its silver head gleaming dangerously. Along with a few others, Lalnable placed the tools on an empty tray, gathering different bottles of liquids from shelves on the wall and putting them next to the medical instruments. Still sorting through some differently sized syringes, the large man said,

"I can't work on you if you're all covered up like that; if you're too modest to let me fix everything, take off all of it except your pants."

Rythian, with a blush starting to tinge his cheeks, turned away from Lalnable and slowly removed the fabric which hid the bottom of his face, then took off the rest of the cloak. The linen shirt followed it, as well as the many bandages which wrapped his arms. The mage flinched as cold air hit his bare skin. It felt odd having so little on, as he always tried to envelope as much as he could from everyone around him.

"Lay down on the cot and try to calm your nerves, otherwise your blood flow will interfere with the incisions; you don't want blood spurting out of every cut I make, I'm sure,"

Lalnable instructed as he brought over the tray of tools and bottles, setting it on a stand next to the cot before removing his goggles. Rythian grit his teeth as the scientist shamelessly ran his eyes over his body before positioning a light above them. Picking up a bottle and a large syringe, he emptied the contents into the miniscule tube and placed the bottom back on. After dabbing some rubbing alcohol onto the tan skin of Rythian's damaged arm, he injected the substance into him.

"Ngh...do you not have anethesia?"

The mage grunted as the sting of the needle spread through his upper body.

"What, for a little shot?"

Lalnable asked with a light laugh.

"No, for stabbing into my skin,"

Rythian retorted, feeling the effect of the medicine as his previously throbbing arm became showered in cold. He vaguely remembered this sensation from the first time; it was supposed to stop blood from pumping too fast. Apparently Lalnable hadn't trusted that he would calm himself down.

"Now where's the fun in that?"

The blonde replied, throwing the syringe into a bin next to him. Rythian hissed in pain as Lalnable sprayed some cleansing liquid onto the large gap in his arm, then applied a thick, sponge-like sheet of fabric to it, sucking up most of the liquid and blood. He then took an extremely small, tube-like utensil which acted like an eye dropper as it placed a nearly visible disc of purple into the gash.

"Ngh..."

Rythian stopped himself from grabbing at his arm as an intense pain shot through him. As he watched, the formerly severed veins began to build back to their original positions, and with another drop of a slightly lighter-colored disc, the muscle repaired itself up to the surface. All that was left was a skinless patch of dark indigo. Taking in a deep breath, Rythian felt the ache from the injury subside.

"That wasn't so hard, hm? Now you just need a cover for it..."

Lalnable chimed, standing up and going over to a rack filled with what looked like textiles inside sealed plastic bags. But as the scientist found the right one and began removing the material around it, Rythian noticed that there were no stitches or crosshatches or any signs that it was fabric at all. Pulling out the object, Lalnable held it up against Rythian's arm.

"Yeah, it's the same shade as last time,"

The blonde commented. Rythian's eyes widened.

"Wait...no, that's...is...is the skin I have now, made of-"

"I think I know where you're going. The skin I gave you last time was flayed off of a subject of mine; don't worry, it wasn't a testificate. Just someone from the lab who I wasn't fond of. You have human skin, and luckily, I used some of the cells from it to artificialy grow more,"

Lalnable explained as he began using a medical knife to cut the piece of skin to the correct size. Rythian shuddered; he knew his tan complexion wasn't his own - if he had stayed the way the scientist found him those many years ago, he definitely wouldn't have been able to lead a normal life. But still, the idea that his skin had belonged to someone else was disturbing.

The mage watched on as the blonde picked up an incredibly miniscule needle and threaded it with string so thin that Rythian had a hard time seeing it. Lalnable pressed the cut of skin onto the wound and held it close to the beginning of the Rythian's skin, then, with expert precision, began the tedious task of binding the two to each other.

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"Nghr...ng-gah, a-are you almost done?"

The teal-eyed man asked for the umpteenth time, grunting as another thread was set in place. It had been three hours, and the only pain Rythian was experiencing now was the penetrating of the needle into him and the odd feeling of having new strings holding his skin together. Lalnable stayed silent and, after sewing a final stitch and pulling it tight enough for the tanned skin to blend in seamlessly, tied a tiny knot and stood up, straightening himself.

"There we are. If you apply a tightening fluid to the seams every day then they'll stay hidden, but getting big wounds like that one on your arm will make the skin more likely to start tearing,"

Lalnable said, handing a cloth soaked with rubbing alchohol to the mage to disinfect his...lower parts. After finding another gash near to his groin, the blonde had insisted upon sewing up all the torn skin in his nether regions, much to Rythian's annoyance and embarrassment.

"You're the one who shot me,"

Rythian said sharply, cleaning himself before tossing the cloth into the bin next to him. The scientist gave a chuckle in response, removing his white gloves.

However, when the tanned man reached to pick up his clothes, which were folded on the counter, Lalnable grabbed his hand to stop him.

"What? I'll cover the seams with my bandages, so don-"

"I know you will...but we're not done here,"

The blonde said quietly, his cerulean blue eyes containing a tinge of red as they looked at the mage. Rythian felt a shiver run down his body as he stared back.

"L-look, I have to get back before dawn, s..so move..."

His voice cracked as Lalnable moved his head closer to him. The scientist's hand ran up to Rythian's jaw; the only spot on him which wasn't covered with human skin. His finger traced the dark indigo surface and stopped when it touched a jagged white tooth.

"Well isn't that a shame? Because you're not leaving until I'm done,"

Lalnable said huskily, raising the mage's chin before leaning in and pressing his lips against the other's large canines. Though a small part of his brain was protesting this treatment and shouting at him to go back to the desert, the majority of Rythian's mind was clouded over and sending little shocks down his torso. Unintentionally, the mage found himself opening his mouth a bit and allowing the blonde's tongue to run across his sharpened teeth.

"Nhg..!"

Lalnable winced a bit as one of the tapering points cut his tongue, but soon found pleasure in the flavor of blood mixed with the other man's somewhat smokey taste. He moaned into Rythian's mouth as the mage's own dark tongue flicked between his lips. After a few more seconds, the two broke apart, each one breathing hard.

"I should've done this when I first got you..."

Lalnable whispered as he pinned the shorter man onto the cot's hard mattress. The blonde dove forward, his teeth biting down on Rythian's neck before sucking the tan skin. The mage underneath was having trouble keeping himself from making noise; he may have given in to his urges, but he wasn't going to let Lalnable have the pleasure of hearing him get so worked up.

The scientist, as if reading his mind, trailed his cold hands over the other man's slim torso, ending up rubbing one of the mage's nipples. Clenching his jaw shut, Rythian refused to open his mouth, sure that if he did, he wouldn't be able to keep from moaning. Lalnable narrowed his eyes and gave the right bud a hard twist.

"NGh-Ah..!"

Rythian gasped in pain, clawing at the fabric of the cot.

"If you insist on being difficult I'm not going to keep playing nice,"

Lalnable growled, releasing his grip. Rythian glared at the blonde, who returned the action with just as much hostility. This time more gently, Lalnable used his thumb to massage the sore nipple as well as the other, eliciting a low moan from the man below.

"See, was that so hard?"

The scientist whispered in mockery, smiling as Rythian failed to come up with a comeback. Lalnable, after rubbing and lightly pulling to two sensitive buds, moved his hands lower and began tracing his fingers along the mage's pelvic bone, while he used his mouth to bite and suck on his upper chest. However, as soon as the blonde's fingers touched his arousal, a powerful instinct clouded over Rythian's mind.

The tanned man shot his arms out and began hastily unbuttoning Lalnable's lab coat, ripping a few holes in the process, before yanking the article of clothing off and doing the same with the undershirt.

"Wh-"

Without speaking, Rythian quickly pulled down Lalnable's trousers and boxers, grabbed the other's shoulders and pulled him down, his lithe chest colliding with Lalnable's larger, slightly softer body.

"Ahnngh...w-where's this coming from..?"

The blonde struggled to make his words come out right as he felt Rythian's erection come in contact with his own, the skin on each rubbing and sending pleasured nerves through their bodies. Rythian didn't give an answer and thrust his hips forward, grinding against Lalnable's arousal. But a strange sound stopped his actions.

"Grrrhhaaghhaghh!"

The noise triggered a response; the blonde gazed around the room for the only creature he knew could make that sound, but soon he realized that Rythian was producing it while squirming in pleasure below him. Lalnable sighed in relief; he may have looked human, but there was no hiding the Enderman that was right inside the mage's skin. He chuckled, then pushed against Rythian.

"Okay, you've got me worked up enough..."

The scientist, panting, moved down the shorter man's body until he reached his entrance. While using one hand to grasp Rythian's member, he, without warning, jammed a finger inside.

"GAHgh!..A..at least get it wet!"

The mage hissed, his eyes shut in pain as Lalnable moved the finger deeper before shoving another one inside.

"You can take it, so stop complaining and focus on what feels good,"

The larger man replied curtly, scissoring and moving the fingers so as to stretch the rather tight hole. While driving them even further in, they scraped against the spot which caused Rythian to buck his hips and let out another primal call.

"Graggghhghhg! Grrighgh...grrhgh!"

Taking the other man's Enderman-like moan as a sign to proceed, the cerulean-eyed scientist removed his fingers from the suitably prepared hole and let go of the other's member, then moved upward so that his arousal was positioned at the entrance. With a sudden movement, Lalnable penetrated the mage and kept pushing until nearly his whole shaft was inside.

"O..Oh God...!"

Rythian's bucked his hips as he felt the blonde begin to pull out, only to slam back in, his hands reaching onto Lalnable's shoulders for support and unintentionally clawing at the soft skin.

"Gh...hahah, keep scratching me and I'll really go over the edge..."

Lalnable's voice was laced with lust, the pain of the Enderman's sharp nails giving him a sense of masochistic pleasure. The heavier man pounded into Rythian ruthlessly, each time hitting his prostate dead-on as the tan mage let out multiple instinct-driven calls, with more human-like moans mixed alongside them.

His vision beginning to be blocked by erotic bliss, Rythian felt a knot in his abdomen grow tighter with every one of Lalnable's thrusts. The blonde was teetering on the brink as well, though he refused to lose himself before the man underneath him, and continued on, his erection releasing pre-cum which lubricated the already wet hole.

"Hngh! I-I'm almost-"

"G-go on then, come for me...!"

Lalnable interrupted Rythian's breathy warning. As the scientist's shaft hit the bundle of nerves another time, the Enderman let out a deafening, pleasure-filled roar.

"GRRAHHNGGGGHH!"

Purple-tinted white liquid spurted forth from Rythian's arousal, trailing across his pelvis as his orgasm finished itself. The climax caused the muscles of his hole to clech around Lalnable's member, in turn bringing the scientist over the edge. Not bothering to pull himself out, he released inside Rythian. As far as he knew, humans couldn't transfer diseases to mobs anyway.

Both of them breathing hard, the mage sat up, placing his head into the crook of Lalnable's neck. He felt the blonde's lips give his forehead an unexpected kiss of affection. The two sat this way for a long while, until their fast-pumping blood had calmed itself and their adrenaline was fading away.

"....There's sanitizing wipes on the counter..."

Lalnable said after a bit, nodding his head towards the box. Rythian stayed silent and took some for himself, then passed a few to the blonde. After cleaning the mess, Lalnable pulled his clothes back on and turned while Rythian did the same. Neither knew how to address the odd, somewhat emotional display of intimacy that had just occured between them.

"You'll want to take a shower when you return home..."

The scientist told him as he removed the dirty fabric on the cot and replaced it with a fresh one - albeit even the new one had blood stains on it.

"Yeah..."

Rythian replied quietly, pulling up the top part of his cloak and concealing the sharp-toothed mouth hiding underneath. He rewrapped the bandages on his arms, relieved to see that he and Lalnable's erratic movements hadn't torn any holes in his skin. Without words, the pair exited the room and made their way back to the soul glass-sealed pathway that had brought them in.

"....So are you going to stay here?"

Rythian asked as they climbed the glass stairs and stepped out into the night. It was still dark, but dawn was definitely approaching fast; the Enderman knew that if he was quick enough, he would make it back to the desert before he was missed. He turned to face the scientist behind him.

"I may not be here forever...I need to stay hidden, and I have a feeling that this place isn't going to be here much longer....but I'll always be somewhere,"

Lalnable answered, folding his arms across his chest. Rythian nodded and looked at the tendril-covered ground.

"Well...thanks for fixing me back up,"

The mage said, his turquoise eyes staring into Lalnable's red-tinted blue ones. The blonde shrugged as if it was nothing.

"I wouldn't have listened to any other requests for help if they were from my other experiments...but you're one that can't be ignored,"

Lalnable's voice ended quietly as he turned his back to Rythian.

"Come find me if you need something. I'll be around."

....

"Okay....see you soon."

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