Yep, it's come to this.

Fangirl_Of_Fandoms_ requested this one and I'm laughing because I know I'm about to get a bunch of hate comments :D

Oh well! Suck it up! I only kinda like this ship. BROPPY IS LIFE! But I still tolerate Breek and will happily do a lemon.

The Breek shippers don't really get much. There's little to no art of them out there, I've come across one fanfiction but it was VERY poorly written and the author was lazy, and there's no sex fanfics out there! 😱 Y'all, I'm here to save the day for you Breek shippers! Worship me!! (Just kidding. Don't do that. I will run away.)

Welp, let's get to it then!

Branch was walking through the forest, a bundle of sticks held in his arms. The sun was setting and the gray survivalist was heading back to his bunker for the night, satisfied with his day full of gathering supplies.

He approached the large boulder that covered his home, walking over to the mat that read "Go away!" on it. He tapped the rug with his foot and it slid open for him, allowing him to hop down inside, gripping the sticks close to his chest and making sure they didn't fall. He didn't want to lose them. He was very protective of his sticks. (Don't forget that, guys!)

The strong male walked through the long, tunnel-like hall that led towards his elevator. He thought about the day, about the weird bugs he usually encountered, all the sticks he picked up off the ground, all the traps he had set for the day. Everything had been done and he was organized. Triumph flared through him as he stepped onto his elevator, bumping the lever with his knee and watching as he moved downwards in the tube. The survivalist yawned, suddenly feeling quite tired. Today's been a busy day, he thought.

The elevator soon slowed to a complete halt, leading him right into his room. He walked over to his shelves and set the sticks down, slowly placing them individually into a slot.

"There you are!"

Branch froze as he heard another voice, his heart pounding in his chest, and fear stirring in his stomach. He slowly turned his head, his azure eyes flickering over the room and trying to pinpoint the speaker. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw another Troll sitting across the room, his legs crisscrossed and his arms held up in his usual meditation pose. Branch would know this other Troll anywhere. And he was completely furious.

"Creek!?" Branch tilted his head. "What are you doing here?"

Creek lifted himself to his feet, bowing his head slightly to the survivalist before speaking. "My apologies, Branch," the restrained male murmured. "I couldn't help but stumble upon your bunker. It was so fascinating! How long did it take for you to construct it?"

The gray Troll narrowed his eyes. He didn't answer the mediator's question, just dismissed it. "You should leave," he growled. "I don't like strangers in my home."

Creek blinked and walked over to him until he was just a few inches from his face. He reached out with a hand to pat Branch's arm. "We both know we aren't strangers, Branchie," the purple Troll chuckled.

Branch's ears twitched irritably. "Do. Not. Call. Me. Branchie," he snarled, feeling another bolt of rage course through him. But at the same moment, he felt something else. It was a strange sensation and he couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was. All he knew is he could feel heat spreading through his face.

Creek noticed and smirked, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "You know, gazing at you, I begin to wonder what you'd look like without those clothes on..." His violet optics scanned over Branch's body.

The survivalist tensed at his words, the heat in his face only growing and darkening his skin. "W-what do you mean by th-that?" he asked, stumbling over his words and feeling his palms sweating nervously.

The mediator moved his face closer to Branch's until his breath washed over his face. His heart sped up in his chest and he swallowed hard. He was enjoying the moment but rather surprised by it at the same time.

"Now," the restrained male spoke again, "are you going to cure my curiosity and take off those clothes or should I just leave?"

Branch almost told him he should leave, but deep down, he did not want that at all. He straightened himself, clearing his throat, and trying to appear more confident. "Why do you want me to take my clothes off, Creek?" he asked, playing the dumb game on him on purpose.

The calm and collected Troll used his hands to grasp Branch's brawny shoulders, massaging into the strong muscle. Creek shuddered happily. "Such a strong, compact body," he commented, not immediately answering his question. "I'd like to see everything, every crevice. You're a very handsome Troll, Branch. I don't know if you realize that."

Branch felt himself blushing harder, his ears burning and his heart quickening in his chest. "If I do this...then you have to take off those pants of yours," he told him, letting himself relax and have lust fill his octave. He was rather interested to see where this would go.

Creek seemed a little surprise but nodded. "Of course, Branch," he purred, moving around the other male with a mischievous look on his face.

Branch hesitated. Did he really wanna do this? Creek had only popped up a few times in his life and he was usually irritated with him during those moments. The meditator's calm and collected personality was very different from his cynical and closed-off one. He shrugged it away. Creek was an interesting Troll, quiet, observant, and kind. He didn't prance around singing at the top of his lungs and dance like there was no tomorrow. (Unlike all the other Trolls.) He mediated, was a master of yoga, and passed only quietly positive vibes. That aspect of him made Branch sort of like him, even if their past encounters had been of annoyance to him.

Branch tensed himself, desperately trying to fight off the anxiety stirring through his body. This will be fun! he told himself. Creek is the only Troll who doesn't get on your nerves. At least, doesn't get on your nerves as much as everyone else does. This thought gave the survivalist a boost of confidence and he began slowly slipping his leafy vest off his body, staring at Creek deeply in the eyes, lifting an eyebrow. "That good?" he asked.

Creek examined him once again, his eyes narrowed in concentration. "Hmm...not quite, I'm afraid," he replied softly, moving forward and gently stroking his hands up the other male's torso, gently pressing into the compact muscles making up his physique. "Those pants need to go, Branch. My satisfaction levels aren't high enough yet." He stood back and waited, his eyes never leaving Branch's body.

The well-prepared Troll couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious under the purple mediator's stare. It was awkward having someone watch you strip naked. The only Trolls he could remember ever doing that to him were his parents and grandma but that had been when he was a very little kid.

He allowed himself to slip off his patchy brown shorts, flinging them aside. All that remained were his pair of boxers. He gritted his teeth as he became aware of a foreign, strange throbbing sensation between his legs and stared awkwardly over at Creek, rubbing the back of his neck.

The purple Troll seemed to have already seen what was going on, noticing the rising bulge in his crotch area. "Very nice," he cooed, sending a shiver through the survivalist's body.

"Your turn then," Branch reminded him.

Creek bit the edge of his lip, nodding in acceptance. "Very well," he murmured, slowly slipping off his bright yellow yoga pants which were pretty much all he ever wore. He had his own pair of underwear still on and Branch blushed harder than he ever thought possible when he noticed a bulge around his groin as well.

"Let's take this somewhere else...Branchie," Creek purred seductively, stroking his hands up the gray-skinned male's body.

This time, Branch was not enraged by the little cutesy nickname. He accepted it this time, actually enjoying the feeling of hearing it come out of Creek's mouth.

The two Trolls sat on Branch's bed, staring at each other with lust brimming brightly in their eyes. They were completely naked, ready to get on with the intimate moment.

This all happened so fast... Branch thought.

He moved closer to the mediator, curiously moving his face towards his. He felt a need to do something other than sit there. His member was already erect and getting extremely impatient with him. He leaned in, kissing the purple Troll right on the lips.

Creek seemed a little taken aback by the sudden move, but he did not protest. Instead, he gave in. He gripped Branch's face in his hands, pulling him forward and slamming his mouth against his once again. His hot breath scorched Branch's face, causing his heart to speed up wildly with excitement.

After a while, the kiss broke apart, both males staring deeply into each other's eyes, their breaths coming in rapid gulps. Branch hadn't felt something so different in his life. He enjoyed it, relished it, wanted more of it.

Creek's gaze landed on the survivalist's throbbing manhood and lifted an eyebrow, his eyes glittering hungrily. "Sit back, Branch," he mumbled. "That big tool of yours looks like he could use some help." He cocked an eyebrow at him. "Wouldn't you agree?"

Branch sat back on his bed, spreading his legs apart and letting the mediator get a full view of his length. "Get on with it then," he invited in a low, sexy voice.

Creek slowly crawled towards him, curiously grabbing the fully-erect organ in one of his hands and pumping it, causing Branch to let out a soft groan. The purple Troll pulled his hand back and Branch immediately missed it. It had felt so good... But now as he watched the other Troll, he saw he was getting right back to work. He bent his head towards the dripping gray rod and experimentally drew his tongue up the long base. This new gesture made Branch shiver with pleasure, loving the new and rather weird feeling.

He had always thought his first time would be with a female. (Not that he had much plans for a first time, considering his lifestyle.) But no. It was with the last Troll he expected. Creek, the calm and collected meditator that he found so annoying he loved him.

The realization of Creek slipping the head of Branch's member into his mouth brought him back to reality. He smirked down at him, breaking off into a low moan as Creek bobbed his head back and forth, Branch instinctively thrusting his hips upwards.

He felt his dick hit the back of Creek's throat, but the purple-skinned male was not at all bothered by it. He kept sucking, swirling his tongue around the sensitive skin of his shaft, and giving him a rather blissful massage.

Branch bucked his pelvis up faster, enjoying the feeling more than he could say. "Creek..." he wheezed, curling his hand into the bedsheets and shutting his eyes tightly together.

Creek moaned a little in response and Branch allowed his eyes to open once more.

Branch was surprised at how fast her finished, his seed shooting into the meditator's mouth and dribbling out slightly from the sides of his mouth. He lapped it all up eagerly, staring at Branch with lust-filled eyes.

His next action interested him. Creek lifted himself on his hands and knees, turning around and letting Branch have a good look at his backside. "Why don't you come over here and have your turn?" he asked, smirking.

Branch didn't have to be asked twice. He moved over to the other male, mounting his backside and pressing his erect and dripping member around his ass, feeling excited and ecstatic. There was nothing stopping him now. He wanted this so bad.

"You sure you're ready, little boy?" Branch chuckled teasingly.

Creek lifted his head up, rubbing his cheek against Branch's. "More than ready," he insisted. "Go on. We don't have an eternity here."

Branch slowly and carefully moved his pelvis forward, sinking his member into the other male's entrance. It was a strange feeling to him, but as he began thrusting his hips back and forth, he realized how pleasurable it was.

Creek moaned in delight, pushing his backside closer against Branch's and meeting his powerful thrusts.

Branch had another idea as well. He used his hand to reach towards the meditator's crotch area, grabbing his throbbing cock and stroking it, hearing Creek's breath hitch. "Ahh..." the survivalist groaned out, pumping the other male's member with force and enjoying the ecstatic noises escaping his parted lips.

"B-Branch," the purple Troll grumbled, lifting his head upwards again and gently nibbling at Branch's earlobe.

The dark survivalist discovered that he liked that feeling, leaning towards Creek to receive more attention around his ears while he continued to thrust in and out of the other male, his hand still stroking his groin area.

Branch already felt so close to his climax. Being a virgin was a disadvantage for him at this moment. He was extremely sensitive in his vital part and dang, underneath him there was a breathtakingly charming male. The survivalist had never been clear of his sexuality, had never found it important. He knew no Troll would ever fall in love with him because of the way he acted. But maybe he was wrong...maybe this was his future. And he couldn't help but feel a tingle of excitement at that thought.

"This is...a-amazing," Creek panted out, rocking his hips back to meet Branch's thrusts. "Don't stop!" He lowered his head towards the sheets, his forehead pressing to the mattress and his sides heaving.

Branch guessed he was probably getting a little tired. He pumped the other male's dick as fast as he could, gaining back that lost energy inside him and seeing him lift up sharply, wailing his pleasure to the sky.

Branch smirked, feeling rather proud of himself. He thrusted faster, feeling oh so close to his yearned peak. He could tell from the spasming of Creek's member that he was also close to that point as well.

"Creek!" the survivalist groaned out, feeling a strange rippling sensation pass through the length of his dripping manhood. It spasmed inside his body for many seconds, releasing every drop of his semen until he reluctantly pulled out.

Creek came just right after him, groaning and grunting as his seed shot out and onto the blankets. He collapsed almost at once, his breathing fast and irregular and his eyes wide with amazement. "Oh...Branch..." he mumbled.

Branch fell down beside him, feeling his rod softening down as it was satisfied. "I...love you, Creek," he muttered.

Creek gave a weak, tired smile. "I love you too, Branch."

AYE IT'S DONE!

Surprisingly this one didn't take too long to write. I was going through it like crazy because I felt excited for it???

Eeeeekkkkk

Well, all that's left to say is, if you don't like Breek, just ignore this. Even if you read it, don't think "Oh, now I must leave hate comments and make the author feel like she wasted her time with all the hard work!"

Because seriously, I don't wanna hear that bullshit. I understand Breek is a very hated ship among the fandom but THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO SHIP IT!

I kinda ship it but not as much as Broppy.

Anyways, I hope the requester for this oneshot is happy with this! 😄

Thanks for reading, kids! I must sleep now!