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Crossroads felt quiet, crowds clearing as shops started to close. Inphernals started to go home to rest, crickets croaking in the bushes alongside tall trees which leaves had a glow underneath the moon's shine. Three inphernals walked through the empty street, turning towards the apartments.
"It's quite late, don't you think?" Medkit spoke up, rubbing his eye as he began to yawn.
"Nah, it's only 9pm!" Rocket teased Medkit, poking his side's until he got pushed away.
"Jeez, you're so old Meds!" Sword finished Rocket's teasing for him, gaining a groan out of Medkit. "You two are so annoying." Medkit pushed Sword away lightly, more of in a playful way then actually being angry.
Sword's face turned to shock. "I have to get home now!! I have training in the morning..!" He started to look around frantically, legs quickly picking up the pace as he frantically rushed hope, trying to make it quick enough that Venomshank wouldn't notice he was home late.
Rocket sighed, shaking his head and looking back up to Medkit. "It's just us now isn't it?" He asked, it was mostly a rhetorical question but knowing Medkit, he was definitely going to answer it.
"Yeah, just us." Medkit answered calmly, keeping his voice low as he started to look around. He felt tired, the palm of his hand covering his mouth as he yawned again. "I'm going back home, I need to go to bed..."
"My apartment's right there." Rocket pointed, the complex which him and his dad lived in right infront of them. "You could spend the night if you're so tired, my dad wouldn't mind." Rocket suggested, feeling a bit awkward about the question but still going through with it—he wanted to have a little bit of bond without Sword around.
Medkit looked a little bit sceptical, knowing he should trust Rocket because he was Sword's friend too, but it felt wrong to him. Just as Medkit was about to decline, Rocket immediately cut him off.
"And also..! We should have a little bit more bonding time without Sword, it feels like the only times we hang out is when he's around."
"I mean... You have a point. But I still shouldn't—"
"But...! Your apartment complex is such a far walk and I have space for you! Come on, just try it out.!" Rocket pleaded with Medkit, trying to sound an ounce convincing. "Besides, I really wanted to spend the night with someone! Sword has to go and you're already here."
"Fine."
Rocket lead Medkit inside of the apartment complex, walking up the stairs slowly together. Mostly slowly because Medkit was a snail compared to Rocket. The pair got to the door, Rocket grabbing the keys from his pocket and turning the lock. Opening the door, the apartment was medium sized, alot bigger than Medkit's already.
"This is a nice place, do you and your dad help keep it clean?" Medkit made small talk to ease the atmosphere, keeping his voice a little quieter than normal incase Zuka was asleep.
"Uhh... Yeah! Usually my dad does though" Rocket lead Medkit to his bedroom, creaking open the door and stepping inside. Rocket's room wasn't the cleanest, piles of clothing scattered across the floor. "Ah! Excuse the mess, Sword usually doesn't mind"
"It's not too bad, just need to get a laundry basket and just..." Medkit picked up a basket, picking up Rocket's clothes for him. Rocket just stared, feeling kind of bad that Medkit was cleaning up his mess but he wasn't going to stop him. "Just gotta pick up these clothes..." Medkit sighed, his legs felt tired, sitting down on Rocket's bed and setting the basket down. "Ah, excuse me." Medkit slid off his shoes before relaxing.
"Can I sleep now..." Medkit asked, stretching his arms out. He started to take off his jacket, sliding it off of his body and tossing it aside.
"Already? I expected to watch a show or something." Rocket sighed, remembering that Medkit was 'old' and boring.
"We can put on a movie. What do you like?" Medkit asked, getting under the covers as Rocket sat beside him.
Rocket thought for a second, his mind drifting off. He had to pick something that Medkit would be more fond of, putting himself in the mindset of a grumpy old man.
"...The office..?"
Complete silence after that, Medkit rolled his eye and took a deep breath. "I'm sick of the office. I've watched it a million times, got anything else?"
"Hamilton?"
"I don't watch shitty musicals."
"Then you pick a show! I don't know what you like!" Rocket shouted out. Realising his mistake, he covered his mouth. "Shit, my dad's still asleep!"
"Sherlock Holmes?" Medkit suggested, biting his lip as he shifted under the covers.
"Y'know what, sure! I'll try it out. Want a snack?" Rocket replied back, sounding enthusiastic for someone who was just yelling. Rocket started to stand up, waiting for Medkit to say something.
"..Sure. I'm quite hungry." Medkit dug himself deeper into the blankets.
Getting up out of bed, Rocket walked over to his kitchen. Opening the cupboard, he searched for snacks. Something Medkit would like, what even does he like? All Rocket knew was that Medkit didn't like flavour. Does he like chocolate? Candy? Or maybe chips. After some debate, Rocket finally landed on dark chocolate. He ended up grabbing himself a packet of salt and vinegar chips.
"I'm back!" Rocket said, opening the door. "Are you asleep." Observing Medkit's current state, Rocket felt annoyed.
"...Huh" Medkit woke up, a little confused. "I wasn't sleeping I was resting my eye..."
"Sure you were... Anyways I got you chocolate." Rocket threw the block of dark chocolate to Medkit, sitting next to him and immediately opening the packet he set infront of him.
Turning on the show, Rocket watched intensely, barely flicking his eyes off it. He took off his leg prosthetic, he wouldn't need it as of now. As for Medkit—eating his chocolate in small bites, enjoying the bittersweet taste.
The noise from the TV started to drift away from Rocket's mind as he progressively got more tired. Just as his eyes started to flicker away, the sound of ripped ass startled him.
"Jeez, did you just fart?! In my bed...?!" Rocket asked, trying to act like he was disgusted.
"I'm sorry, this chocolate is really doing something to my..." A rumble came from beneath Medkit, vibrating the mattress beneath them. Medkit let out a whimper, which made Rocket feel mixed emotions. He felt like he shouldn't, but he really wanted to.
"...How gassy are you." Rocket blurted out the question, immediately regretting it.
"A lot. I'm going to go to the toilet now..."
"Wait..! I don't mind" Rocket blurted out, making Medkit sit back down.
Suddenly, Medkit grabbed onto Rocket's horn. He quickly changed his position on the bed, sitting on his own legs. He was now facing the wall, pulling Rocket in closer to his rear end. Medkit forced Rocket's nose onto his ass, letting a juicy, wet fart rip. A moan erupted from Medkit's mouth as he started rubbing Rocket's face into his butt.
"..Ah..!" Medkit pulled away, realising what he was doing. "I'm sorry!"
"... Don't stop." Rocket pulled himself back in, blush appearing on his cheeks.
Medkit let himself go once more, his ass letting a loud one rip. "Do you like that?" He chuckled to himself, getting back up on top of Rocket.
Laying Rocket down, Medkit gently sat down on his face.
Medkit moaned, his butt hole directly below Rocket's nose. A bubbly rumble beneath him, a horrible stench right to Rocket's nostrils.
"...fuck" Rocket mumbled under his breath, inhaling the smell of Medkit's gas. The smell pierced his nose, what did he eat before this? The smell was sickening, but felt so good.
Whimpering, Medkit squirmed a little bit. The gas bubbled inside of his intestine, wanting to come out. He let rip a higher pitched one, almost silent but the smell was rather pungent. Making Rocket gag, but inhale in excitement.
"A-ahh.." Medkit bit his lip, adjusting his weight incase he was crushing Rocket. A stinker, deadlier fart rumbled from beneath him. Basically suffocating Rocket, he only got more gas inside of him.
"Almost done... Mmmpghh..." Medkit whimpered, rubbing his belly as he let it rip once more.
He scooted closer onto Rocket's nose, basically sitting on it at that point—squirming constantly so that Rocket could get a real whiff of how stinky his ass was even through his pants.
Medkit got back up, a bit shy about what just happened.
Rocket leaned in for a kiss, grabbing Medkit's shoulders. Medkit went with it, leaning in and kissing Rocket's bottom lip.
"We shouldn't mention this to Sword, should we..." Medkit stated, he wanted no awkward feelings.
"Agreed.. let's just go to bed." Rocket replied, embarrassed about the situation but definitely enjoyed it.