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Elliot groaned, looking at the ceiling. He tossed and turned in his bed, he just couldn’t sleep. Yeah, he did go to sleep a bit earlier than most, but he felt it was justified considering the nightly manhunts. He glanced over at the clock, it was 9:36. Great.
He knew what was keeping him up.
The other night, he had been watching the others while they fought C00lkidd. He was leaned up against the tree while he healed himself, but something caught him off guard.
He was looking at Guest in particular. And he saw him all sweaty while he fought him, and he saw his muscles… He had to force himself to look away. Mostly because he felt his face heating up and his core pulsing a bit.
He knew that it was the hormones. The Spectre loved toying with everybody, and the way it did that to him was by taking advantage of the fact he was trans. Sure, he didn’t have periods anymore which was nice, but they were replaced with hormones and desire so intense it might as well be a heat.
Or at least it felt like that. It probably wasn’t that intense in reality, but it felt like it.
He found himself staring at a lot of the older guys, actually. It was a bit embarrassing. Yeah, part of it was because he had some father issues but he could worry about that later, it was also because he was just… drawn to them.
It wasn’t like he was some innocent 19 year old who just entered college, he was 26. But the main person who had taught his attention was almost 48. Mafioso.
His face heated up just at the thought of him. He had to pretend that he didn’t like being targeted by him every time he was the killer. Or every time he heard him laugh. That cruel, cruel laugh drove him crazy.
Thinking about it now, he groaned and ran his hand down his face. This was going to be humiliating, but he might as well go for it.
He quietly left his cabin. The survivor’s and killer’s cabins were separated, so he had to walk a good distance over. He knew whose cabin was who’s since he watched the killers as they went back after rounds.
He sighed and fidgeted with the sleeves of his pajamas while he stood at the door. Finally, he quietly knocked on the door. It was cold out and he was shivering a bit, even in his pajamas. (Which he had to add did look a bit ridiculous, they were a matching pants and sweater that was dark blue with green dinosaurs on it.)
He could hear heavy footsteps before Mafioso opened the door. He looked down at him suspiciously.
”What are you here for?”
”Ah…” He looked down at the floor. His face was red, he was clearly embarrassed about something. In the middle of his horniness, he forgot how weird this probably seemed. He had to come up with something.
”I’m… I can’t sleep. Can I come in?” He sheepishly asked. He felt like some 8 year old asking to stay with his parents.
Mafioso sighed and opened the door for him, figuring ‘what the hell, sure.’
Elliot awkwardly came inside. It was a perfectly organized area, and it looked like Mafioso had been watching TV.
”Why wouldn’t you go to your friend’s cabin or something?” Mafioso closed the door and locked it behind them. They both went to sit on the couch, Elliot awkwardly sat next to him, but kept distance between the two.
”They’re all kinda lazy like me, they’re probably asleep already.”
”Fair.” Mafioso had his hat aside. His hair was very dark and went to about his shoulders. It was only just now that Elliot noticed something.
”You have rabbit ears?” He had wide eyes. Mafioso seemed to keep them pinned down all the time though, likely in an attempt to hide them.
“I do. But they’re dumb looking.” He crossed his arms.
Honestly, there were other reasons he let Elliot in. Being a hybrid of an animal and a human, he had what was basically a heat cycle. He hid them very well, but somebody randomly coming up to his cabin at night, somebody so attractive… How could he help himself?
”I don’t think so. They’re cute.” Elliot looked at them curiously. Part of him wanted to reach up to touch him, but Mafioso would probably smite him.
”Whatever.” He looked away.
The two of them sat in an awkward silence for a while. Mafioso had a much better smell than most people, and he couldn’t help but notice just how good Elliot smelled. It was mostly his natural scent, but it was stronger now. Or maybe it was just stronger to him.
Eventually, he sighed, clearly frustrated. Elliot noticed that he was rock hard, and he nervously asked while gesturing to Mafioso’s lap:
”Uhm… do you want help with that?”
”What?” His ear twitched. He looked over at Elliot, which made Elliot’s heart race.
”Sorry, never mind… that was probably a bit much…” He turned even more red, looking away from him.
”No.” Mafioso’s breathing was already a bit heavier. He leaned in, pressing himself against Elliot until both of them were lying down against the couch. “I want you to.”
Elliot gulped. The size difference between the two of them was much more obvious now. And it made him bite his lip, he could already feel his core pulsing again.
“Okay… go for it…” He whispered back.
Then, Mafioso grinned. A large, crooked grin. It made Elliot feel like he was so wet he could be a water park.
He was quick to start taking off Elliot’s clothes. He would’ve preferred to tear them off, but Elliot probably wouldn’t appreciate that. So he took off his sweater and tossed it aside. He paid barely any attention to the surgery scars that decorated his chest as he was already taking off his pants.
Elliot was already panting. He blushed even more and sheepishly looked away when Mafioso pulled away his pants and boxers. He hadn’t told him that he was trans, he hardly had the chance to as he was too busy ripping his clothes off.
Mafioso however, didn’t seem to mind one bit. He grinned even wider when he saw it.
”Ah… you don’t mind?…” Elliot quietly asked. Mafioso shook his head, grabbing his hips.
”I don’t… In fact, it’s even better.” He looked him up and down, wanting to memorize practically every inch of him. Elliot’s frame was scrawny but not unhealthy, and he wasn’t exactly hourglass shaped, but he definitely had good hips…
”Okay.” He let himself relax. He watched as Mafioso took off his shirt, throwing that aside. He also unzipped his pants and pulled down his boxers. And Elliot gasped.
”Dude! H-how is that even going to fit?”
“It will.” He pulled his thighs apart. He gently ran his middle and index finger over his clit. It made Elliot whine and arch his back, shutting his eyes gently. Seeing Elliot do that made him even harder.
He did that until he was sure that he was wet enough. Then he pulled his hand away and placed his hands back on his thighs.
”Deep breaths, yeah?”
”Yeah…” Elliot inhaled to try and calm himself down. Mafioso pushed in, pulling his legs further apart so he had more room. Elliot cried out when he did that and arched his back even further.
”Ah!~ Maf… wait…”
He could tell that Elliot was just babbling, lost in the pleasure. So he started to push in even more, going as far in until Elliot yelped in pain. He still wasn’t fully pushed in, but he knew he should stop so he wouldn’t hurt him too much.
”Doin’ so good…” He growled into his ear. He started thrusting at a moderate pace. In, out, in, out.
Elliot was already seeing stars. He whined and bucked his hips, squirming while Mafioso tried to keep him still.
”Ngh- ah! Right there! Please…” He whined. He felt tears prickling in his eyes, some fell down his cheek.
”Yeah, jus’ like that…” Mafioso groaned, his head falling back slightly. He’s slept with a lot of people, gender didn’t matter to him, and yet he hadn’t felt this good in a while. Maybe it was the circumstances, maybe it was the heat. But he needed to breed him.
”G- Maf! I’m close- please!…” He sobbed out, his face covered in tears. He looked so good like this. He needed to see Elliot like this more often. Every night.
“Good.” Mafioso pressed himself right up against his neck. He let out an uncharacteristic moan, but that only turned Elliot on more as he didn’t think he could even make such a noise.
“Fuck…”
Elliot could barely even think. He heard Mafioso mumbling something about giving him kids, he said it over and over. Finally, he cried out and kicked the air, his hips bucking even more.
”MAF!~ Ah- ah! Please!~…” His back arched and his mouth was hung open, his eyes shut tightly.
When he was able to focus on his surroundings again, he could feel Mafioso pull out. He felt his release dripping down his thighs, but he wouldn’t do anything about it. He halfheartedly shifted around before Mafioso pushed him back down.
”Just stay there. I’ll take care of ya…”
”Okay…”
Elliot closed his eyes. He could feel Mafioso clean him up and put his boxers back on. Then, Mafioso pulled him onto his chest. The two of them ended up falling asleep there. It was unusually tender for somebody like Mafioso, but he wouldn’t complain. He liked being held by somebody so much stronger than him.