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It was so strange, to know everything at once. Everything, everywhere at once. D3rLord3 knew there was a film and even a song with the same title somewhere, and, without any consent, his mind was flooded with the lyrics and plot for the film. This knowledge was unnecessary.
But he truly knew everything, every mystery, what things will happen and all the secrets of the world. But what can he do with all of that? All he managed to do with all of that is trying to live with this, Hastur and D3r himself – both of them – after many arguments tried to be in some kind of peace. Hastur was trapped in the shattered mind of a warrior, and D3r thought – for what he was punished with all of that?
Ignorance was, is and will be a bliss, truly.
D3rLord3 accepted his fate, letting King settle in his destroyed mind, wander there, give him some thoughts, whisper something in the warrior's ear. Sometimes, a warrior found himself in a strange position, almost killing himself. Maybe, the King couldn’t keep it up in his mind, probably just wanting to be free at last. It was expected.
However, there was one.
He knew from the moment when he met Avery, he just knew everything. What will happen to himself, what will happen to Avery, how D3rLord3 will defeat the King, and what will happen after that. But, the timeline of all the actions was sometimes so messed up, that currently he was speaking with Avery about the bee farm, and the next thing that flashed in his mind was…well.
It was obvious. At least, he blew these thoughts away, felt a little bit disgusted with himself and the course of action. He had morals, he had some standards, for Notch’s sake!
After the D3rLord3 almost killed Avery and took all the horror of King on himself, Avery was safe down under the platform. He made his way up there, only to find the D3rLord3 laid unconscious on the ground. Avery had enough strength to pick him up, but he sat down there, hugged the upper part of the body and brought him close. He was so scared, so angry at D3rLord3 for all of his actions. Tears formed in the corner of his eyes, he let them roll down on his face.
Avery thought that D3rLord3 died. He was so scared to even check his pulse, his breathing — anything. He hugged the body, his hands were trembling from his fear and pain. Avery didn’t remember how long they were there, but he remembered the moment, when D3r took a sharp and quick breath, as he tried to sit up straight.
Wet from tears, Avery's face was immediately smoothed out, and now he looked extremely surprised, watching the warrior catch his breath, trying to clutch his chest and heart beneath the armor.
“How dare you push me down! What if I end up dead? What are you doing to all of your friends?” Avery was silent for a moment and then he kept on going, “oh, for Notch’s sake, D3rLord3! What were you thinking?”
D3r let out a weak laugh, lifting himself onto his elbows, catching his breath, and then rolled up on his stomach and tried to stand up, firstly on all forth and then – on his legs. The first attempt failed, arms and legs were so weak, D3r couldn’t bring himself up. Avery stood up quickly, and led his hands under his arms, trying to help the warrior to stand up.
It was no use, so Avery just picked him up. All of the battles made him maybe not smart enough, as D3rLord3, but they made him strong and robust. He picked him up and stood up. All of the darkness already was gone, and slime saw the path to get out. Nothing changed, only the darkness was gone. They made their way to the golden gate, and eventually ended up in the first cave in their world.
“Because my mind is already broken, and I knew that the King needed you as a vessel”, he answered, the voice was low and quiet, “and it was the only way.”
“And you thought about killing me?! Are you saying that it was the only way?!”
“You don’t get it, Aves”, D3r, judging by voice, smiled.
D3r knew that Avery felt something strange after this form of his name, but didn’t say a thing. They managed to get out of the cave and there it was. Avery doesn't remember a thing after.
Avery didn’t say a thing then and even after that, but it was the same – D3r already knew all of that.
And, after many days, they both agreed to Avery's statement – live and be close enough, because he was so scared of losing D3rLord3 ever again, and was so stubborn to leave his only friend in the depths of horror. D3rLord3 let him, what else was he supposed to do?
Suddenly, the warrior opened his eyes, feeling a terrible migraine and dryness in his throat. He stood up, put his helmet on and got out of their only finished room – Avery even made their beds close enough, but now together. The moon light blinded the warrior for a second, and after his eyes got used to the light, he glanced around.
Avery smiled at him, while placing the birch wooden plate block: they made a new house — a home, Avery said — for both of them.
“You look tired. Had you any sleep?”, Avery asked, placing another block on the roof, “it’s still nighttime. You should get back to rest, D3r”.
“I barely can rest and close my eyes for an hour”, D3rLord3 rubbed his eyes with his fingers, “so that’s all for today. My mind wouldn’t let me free and just rest.”
“Can I help you with anything?”, he asked.
“Unfortunately, no”, the warrior answered, “but maybe I can help finish with building”.
“Are you sure, D3r? You don't look good enough”.
“Yes, I'm sure.”
“Okay then, you need—”
“I know, I know, the roof and the extra for the chests. No need to tell me the obvious things.”
“Sometimes I wonder —”
“You need to tell me what you want to tell me. I know, what are you going to say, yes, but it’s not the right way to communicate. If you were in my place, would you prefer to read the future for me or talk with me?”
Avery sighed. He glanced at the warrior, stopping his work.
“You know.”
“In fact, I do, yes, but I need you to tell me.”
Avery avoided the gaze, fixing his hair, and wiping his suddenly wet hands – D3r hate the fact that he immediately knew that – of his pants.
“I would prefer if you would talk with me, instead of…whatever this is.”
“Exactly.”
Avery sighed again, and pointed at chest:
“Could you bring me another stack of birch plates? And, uh, mossy cobblestone?”
D3r smiled and headed up to a pile of chests on an unfinished wall, opened one and took two items. He handed them to Avery, and climbed up too – they needed to finish the roof, it was more efficient if they worked together.
After some time, it was almost done, and Avery asked again about how D3r is feeling, and after the positive answer, he climbed down to get more plate and cobblestone.
The night was ending, and D3rLord3 stared on the east, waiting for the Sun to arrive and dawn to begin. Avery made his way quickly right before dawn, and he froze in place. Before he opened his mouth, the warrior already closed his eyes and exhaled with a chuckle.
“You know, every time I’m watching at dawn, I’m thinking about the first dawn after that, the one, when you couldn’t sleep at all.”
“And you fell asleep on my shoulder. I remember it, yes, not because after that I scrubbed my armor and myself off your sticky slime”, D3r answered with a heckle.
Avery’s face gained deep green color and his almost transparent face turned cloudy from embarrassment. But it wasn’t such a big deal, why would he feel that way?
Rhetorical question, really.
“There is no need to-”
“I already told you that I’m sorry!” Avery said out loud, turning to D3r, “I have no control of the texture of my slime skin.”
“I haven’t said anything about it. Just the fact that I had to wash it out”.
“But I know what you meant!”
“Since when you were cursed with infinite knowledge of my thoughts?”, D3r asked almost playfully.
Avery closed his mouth, turning away, facing the Sun. D3r faced the Sun too, letting the sunrays heat his face through the slit on the helmet. His eyes were closed, but he felt the side eye from Avery, watching the warrior.
Sunrays heated everything, the warrior felt the heat of the sun in his hands, legs, everywhere. He listened to birds singing, somewhere there were even alive zombies, who’s going to be set on fire in a moment. The bones rambling, the Creeper’s hissing, the Spider’s clicking – all of it united with his own breathing. Like Hastur was tired enough, and just let this quiet and peaceful moment happen.
“We need to finish, but I can do it by myself. You sure, you don’t need any sleep?”
“No, I do not. In fact, I want to visit the caves, we need iron and coal”, D3r answered, heading to the ladder. He needs to put his armor first and grab all the stuff he would need – tools, meal and water, some buckets, several empty bags, torches and all of that.
Putting on armor was some sort of nightmare, but without any protection he would be dead as soon as he steps in a cave, he can be alive even without a shield. Dodging the arrows, running and making his way with some lava buckets and jumps of faith from high – yeah, he can make it work.
But the armor…
Hardly, but he managed to put everything on him, clicking all the fasteners on the metal, he was ready. As soon as he stepped out of theirs – unexpectedly, his guts wrenched from this thought – house, he almost bumped into Avery.
“See you later, Aves.”
He felt the little sigh with his back. D3r made his way to the nearby cave he spotted some time ago, while he was returning home from another, far cave. The entrance was bright, there was coal and copper ore. D3rLord3 thought about it – no, they would not need the copper, so he didn’t pay any attention to it, mining only the coal.
Time passed through, he was deeper into the cave already, finding on his way iron ore, somewhere gold and a few emeralds. Pickaxe, enchanted on Unbreaking III – he spent a lot of lapis lazuli on this and a lot of time to find this damned lapis lazuli – digged into the stone, and another iron ore was looking at him.
He filled up all the available space in the bags, in his storage with all he could find. Hastur was silent, for once, and D3r liked the silence around him and the silence in his head. It was like a calm sea in the night, and he almost could feel the coldness of the water on his fingertips, brushing his toned legs, washing all the coal dust off him.
A bliss. Even King agreed with him – migraine left him, and something inside his head suddenly made D3r happy.
“Maybe”, Hastur said, even sarcastically, “the endings of the neuron and the whole middle brain synthesized right amount of dopamine and your intestines produced a lot of serotonine, and all of this mix flushed throughout your body with your blood in a moment. Something is happening right now.”
Since the average human produces these hormones before knowledge of the situation, D3rLord3 felt sick everywhere at once – he didn’t want or need to know all the medical processes in his body.
Before what? What’s happening?
And then.
He heard Avery, and he heard him very well.
He heard rapid squelching sounds, the hard breathing, the cursing under breath, he almost saw how fingers curled and how Avery grabbed his co-
“D3r”, barely heard whisper, and my mind was flooded with how wet and sticky Avery hands were. How his eyes were half-lidded, how he tried not to be loud, and, oh, Notch, how hard he was. He was doing this out of a sudden? Probably not.
“D3r, fuck fuck fuck”, he moaned, squeezing himself and tossing his head back, trying to simply breathe, “please…”
It wasn’t unpleasant, no, quite the opposite, but how was D3rLord3 supposed to continue working? He didn’t notice the moment, when he became hard too, but no, he must not do the same, because he had strength and morals, and something else – he desperately tried not to touch himself and just kept on adding arguments for “not to do the same” imaginary board. He needs to keep going, keep mining. Avery can do anything, what he would like too, isn’t he? D3rLord3 tried to distract himself with these thoughts, hearing, almost behind him weak sighs and wet sounds.
He inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly. He just continued mining, not paying attention to the reaction of his body to this. To his friend. Maybe, D3r was fond of Avery too in some sort, but thinking about it made the migraine start again.
He needs to sleep, or, at least, he’s willing to try.
How could he look into the Aves eyes from now on? It’s the first time – without any consent, he automatically thought about it, and this statement was confirmed – it's the first time he's done it thinking about D3rLord3.
Fuck.
The pickaxe was dug into the diamond ore and stopped. D3r rubbed his eyes. He looked at his shaking hands and took the pickaxe once again, finishing the ore – the job was done, they would not need anything extra at this point.
While he was on his way out, he found a small and thin path into the wall. Behind the fissure, he saw amethyst geode, and path down. He made his way with a pickaxe, took a few amethysts and saw the moss on the walls – he found a lush cave, with azalea trees, moss and axolotls.
He had a bucket, didn’t he? And like he can hear Avery talking right next to him, D3r knew that he thought about axolotl a several times already, so, why not?
D3rLord3 decided that he will explore all of that later, but now he took a bucket of water and left a pink axolotl there. Sudden head pain shot in his head, and he almost lost his balance and fell into the water. He was tired, and so was D3r, so he hurried to leave the mines.
The fresh evening’s air brushed through his helmet, cooling down his skin – since when he was so hot?
“Maybe”, the Hastur, once again, interrupted the inner monologue, “it’s because of the period of half-life of the radiation elements in the Earth’s core, and because of the coal, which surrounding you, the temperature manage to rise on 33°F every few meters, and-”
“Shut up, would you?”, D3r said out loud, “I know all of that, thanks to you.”
The King grinned, D3rLord3 could hear it.
The rest of the way home , both of them were silent. Until D3r saw Avery in the window – he was in front of the crafting table.
He was making a cake. Tooth-rotting sweet, if you can say.
“I’m back, Aves”, D3r entered, closing the door and placing the cobblestone in front of the door – for safety reasons, “I found what you need and I have something extra for you.”
Avery turned back and faced him, only to find the bucket with pink axolotl. The slime was covered in flour and he was looking very tired.
“Oh, Notch, where did you find him?”, he was surprised and so happy, he even stopped his – attempts in, King said – cooking, “and where do we put it?”
“I probably can manage something in the morning,” D3r answered, wiping the coal dust from the bucket, “but right now I'm so tired.”
“If that is so, why would you bring him here? I mean, you need to find it, take it with you et cetera, isn’t it?”, Avery took the bucket and placed it right beside himself.
“I knew you were talking to yourself about it”, he answered without thinking – the migraine does her job.
Avery froze in the moment, with a glimpse of nervous fear looking on D3r.
“Heard ?”, his voice was shaking.
“Yes, you mumbled this to yourself several times and at least today, a few hours ago, weren’t you?”
And then realization came. D3r knew that Avery thought about his one particular activity a few hours before, but the warrior didn’t bring that up.
“Yeah, yeah, I was”, the voice dropped, and silence was in the air. Maybe, he thought, there was some uncomfortable tension, but he was deadly tired. And dirty.
“Alright, I will take a nap. Or, at least, I will try.”
“Okay, ‘kay, I will try not to disturb you!”, Avery answered with joy, “and thank you for…everything.”
D3rLord3 was already on his way to the room, but Avery’s cold hand touched his warm hand. The green slime was sticky, and it mixed up with the dirt and dust, dirtying Avery’s hand. He just held the warrior's palm in his grip, not tight, but firmly, like he’s trying not to let D3r go away. Avery was looking on the floor, and his face was darkening.
“Something’s wrong?”, D3rLord3 asked, but he didn’t need to hear the answer.
Avery gets closer and slowly hugs the warrior from the back, letting himself get dirty from coal dust and dirt. He was cool, cold even, and how hot D3r was from mine – it was beyond any words, it was so good, D3r even started to fall asleep standing.
He felt a rapid heartbeat and how tight the hug was.
Avery's hands were around D3r's waist, and, since the warrior was higher, Avery’s head was between shoulder blades under the armor. The green slime stuck slightly to the armor, making him wet. Again.
“Avery, would you let me go?”, D3r asked.
He let him go, and thin, almost invisible threads were pulled from Avery’s hands to armor.
“Okay-okay, have a rest!” his voice was nervous and shaking, but, at least, he wasn’t flushed.
D3r took off his armor on his way – except for his helmet – as he headed to the river nearby, and he usually was feeling so seen without a helmet – he was even sleeping with helmet on sometimes. He didn’t even think about taking his helmet off while being in the water.
The cool water was a wonder, no less. It washed the dirt and dust off, settled the mind down – it was a quiet place in his head right now, maybe, Hastur took his moment in silence too. The moon shines down on the water, making all the waves look so bright and shiny, D3r lets the waves slip through his fingers.
He felt something again. He felt how Avery was nervous, he heard him talking to himself, trying to calm down.
It wasn't an interesting game or book, if you know the end, isn’t it?
He tried, clue word – tried – not to think about him, think about him thinking, about him breathing, about him being alive. Everything, but not him.
Avery wasn’t a book or a game, no, but he was…something, D3r couldn’t tell yet exactly what and who he was.
The Moon was almost at its zenith, it’s time to go back. He almost said “back home”, but he can’t bring himself to admit it and say it.
The air was cold, but not too cold, and D3r headed back. The light was up everywhere in the house, and soon he was inside, placing the block in front of the door again – once they had a villager from a nearby village in the middle of the night, who was trying to save himself. They let him, but…first and last time.
They always slept so close together, D3r started to doubt himself, was this even a good decision? Who knows, but right now he felt the one-sided conflict Avery had with himself in the air. He sat on his green bed, back to the D3r and he was silent – this was the most unusual thing that ever happened between them.
“Are you okay, Avery?”, D3r asked carefully. He knew he could just scare Avery away, but he wasn’t some dumb or incompetent guy, he would answer the D3rLord3 question, sooner or later.
“Ah? Oh, yeah, man, totally, I’m just tired”, he answered, without even looking back, at the warrior.
It was pointless to keep asking Aves, so D3r just hummed and began to get ready to sleep: just putting his armor on stand, and as soon as he laid down, the lighting was off.
“You sure you don’t want to talk? Since we both are still up”, he tried to resolve the tension.
“Everything is fine, man, what are you, trying to read my–”
“No, Aves, I told you, it’s private and I don’t want to break into your privacy. I’m trying not to think about you or what you think, what are you doing in the moment and what you will do after. Really”, he turned on his left side, lifting himself on the elbow, looking at Avery’s back in black with a yellow flower shirt, “I’m trying my best”.
“You know?”
“Know what?”
Avery turned his head on the left side, just to meet with his side eye D3r’s gaze. He stared a little, and, judging by his breathing, he was thinking about something.
Avery sighed, as he stood up and answered:
“Nah, forget it, I’m not thinking well today. It was a long and hot day, and we both should sleep”.
You’re right. Night, Aves”, D3r said, letting the situation fly in any direction: he didn’t need to control or think about anything. If Avery wanted to talk – he would talk, and it was a problem to make him shut up sometimes.
So, it’s okay.
“Night, D3r”.
As expected, D3r couldn’t sleep at all. The King tortured his mind, as soon as he closed his eyes and tried to relax. He heard the bed sheets moving, he heard Avery’s steady breathing, he heard his own blood in his arteries and veins. He probably was one step away from madness, because he saw stars die and be born shortly after under his eyelids. His fingers clenched at bedsheets and he felt indescribable horror and fear, running down his spine, and he couldn’t take a breath. As if The King tried to choke him. Something really appeared on top of him, made of darkness itself. It placed hand on D3r’s chest, pushing it down, making it hard to breathe, and he can’t even scream or look away.
But it was just a bad dream.
He tried to catch his breath, calm down, think about, think, damn it, think! The first thing that came to his mind was, obviously, Avery. It didn’t help much, and he thought about his cool and sticky hands, he thought about something silly enough to distract himself. He, with great difficulty, turned on the left side, facing Avery. His face was calm and he was peacefully sleeping, while D3r thought he might die. He felt himself being set on fire.
Minds change the wave of thoughts into how cold Avery must be right now, since the slime didn’t have anything that could keep him warm enough, and he can easily heat up on Sun, if he would be outside without any protection long enough, so… D3r tried and with titanic strength pulled his hand out of his bead, in the cold night air. The irrational fear was still there, he didn’t get away. Guiding his hand in Avery's direction, he tried to not disturb him, at the same time finding his hand.
D3r finds his cold, wet – and just a little bit – slippery hand on the bed sheet. Warrior tried to cool himself, distract, feeling some random and right urge to interlock their fingers and fell asleep back again like that. The thought was unbelievably good, and quietly, slowly, D3r’s fingers slid through slime fingers, until their digits were crossed, and the warrior squeezed his palm.
Very soon he found himself being very calm, while the anxiety stopped choking him and he exhaled, closing his eyes. Avery’s hand was good, soft and perfectly cold. And it was good to think about it, truly. He tried to relax one more time, shifting in the bed for a more comfortable pose, before falling into a sweet sleep.
He didn’t see anything after that.
The Sun woke him up, and he was still in the same pose as he fell asleep. Oh, it was great, he felt so fresh and good. Avery was still asleep, the birds started singing, what a bliss.
“Today”, said Hastur inside his cranium, “I’m giving you a hint, warrior boy”.
“Do not call me that”, he answered, closing his eyes again and taking his hand off, turning on his back. The sun heated him up just right, he felt sleepy again, and as soon as he closed his eyes, he heard, right before the actual moment, that Avery was up.
He was laying on his right side, while looking at D3r’s face. He just stared, without any emotion. D3r opened his eyes and turned his head, facing Avery.
“I’ve had a dream of you dying”, Avery said very quietly.
“How's it?”
“It was terrible. I thought you were dead, like, really dead.”
“I would never die easily, you knew that for sure, Aves.”
Avery fell silent. He shifted to the edge of the bed, and asked even quieter:
“What have you been dreaming of? You took me by my hand.”
He should have seen it, he thought, disappointedly. But, the warrior gave him an honest promise to not interfere, but…
“I had a…strange dream, nightmare even”, D3rLord3 told him, looking at how Avery was patiently listening to him, “and I knew that I needed to calm down. And I took your hand, because it was comfortable and calm.”
Avery slowly turned dark green and D3r let out a laugh:
“What, did I make you nervous?”
He turned out darker even more.
“Oh, Avery”, he laughed, and got up from bed.
Avery was still in bed, just resting there. Sun touched his face and arms, heating it up. D3r stretched out a bit, watching in the window. His armor rested on the shelter and was shining very brightly, it made Avery shut and rub his eyes with the nerves on his hands.
Today in D3r plans were a few things he needed to manage, and he needed to manage them quickly – get more plates, since they are out of wood, but the house is unfinished, and then both of them will split up for the food supplies. Avery will make a place for axolotl out of sand, flowers, clay and et cetera as distraction for–
D3r promised.
The warrior didn’t notice anything unusual between them, not a thing. He put his armor on, feeling and knowing then that Avery stares at him, at his back, legs, and at his neck.
He promised not to think about him. Do not interfere.
Avery was a temptation, in a way, because it was so simple and so distracting to think about not to think, especially when Aves was…silent and quiet. It just heated up the interest in D3r to get to the reason – why did he act strangely?
Well, he knew already, but he couldn't take it. He didn’t want to know the fact of his sympathy for the warrior, at least – without any other actions so far.
D3r thought it was very stupid to make such a statement already. Avery travelled so far, just for him, he wanted to find D3rLord3, he wanted to be willing to help. So, all of Avery’s feelings were…reasonable and predictable. It’s just…not time yet. Maybe.
“I will find more birch in a close radius, but, if I will be late, do not worry, I will be fine and I will be back tomorrow morning”.
“Are you not aware of turning back?” Avery asked with little concern.
“Maybe”, D3r answered with a smile, opening a door and getting out.
Avery said something in his back, but the warrior couldn’t hear it. He smiled so hard, it was hurting his face, but, for some point, he was excited and proud of himself. Almost like he was…
“Was that flirting?”
Oh, no.
“I prefer not to talk with you, Hastur”, he answered, throwing his axe on his shoulder. Birch forest was a few minutes walk, over the hill. Well, the concept of a light house was strictly an Avery idea, but…could he say no?
“And, yet, warrior boy, you keep on”.
“You leave me no choice”.
King smiled, as he won the argument.
D3rLord3 in a moment felt as his skin was peeled off alive, and he almost fell down. He ended up on his knees, grabbing his helmet and struggling to take him off — he needed fresh air, to feel the light.
He was so nauseous and sick, he wasn't able to breathe.
He saw what will happen in the coming hours — Avery's sad but soft eyes, how he neatly took D3r’s hand in his, how the green slimy substance sticks to the skin, how he was hot and tense.
“You are my closest friend, D3r”, Avery will say soon enough, taking D3r by the hand, and squeezing his palm, “I’m really happy that I've met you. Thank you for being alive, D3rLord3.”
His quiet voice will be D3r’s death. His soft touches and his eyes, his….All of him. Avery was poison and temptation, it drove D3rLord3 crazy even faster than the King and knowledge were.
It's unbelievable.
Birch trees were down one by one, his bag was filled with wood, sticks, plates and apples that were falling down. His axe almost bit with animalistic force into the tree trunks with incredible tenacity, D3r tried to distract himself once again. It was no use, so he tried to think about some puzzles, some philosophical questions, the point of his life, the point of life itself — you know, the basics. Since he was cursed with all of the answers.
Fishing made him relaxed a little more. He sat on the beach, catching one tune over another. He will catch 15 tuna and 2 tropical fish before he has to leave, so he has time to…
He didn't have any time at all. Everything will be and already is predicted. He needs to submit and let it go, because there is an infinite number of futures. Each one has Avery in it.
So, maybe he is his future.
D3r needed to accept, that’s all that the world needed.
His extra space in pockets and bags were filling, he tried to pack everything compactly, as he caught the last of the fish, and he witnessed the Sun turning red on the horizon. The night sky and the stars began to rise up on the East, as D3r packed up and headed back home.
One zombie on the left was defeated without any concerns and problems. Warrior ducked, and the arrow flew right over his head – the skeleton was ignored completely, D3r didn’t worry about anything at all at this moment, neither of catching an arrow.
He felt heaviest anticipation, it ate its way through his bones, muscles and organs right to his heart. The adrenaline level was high; he could feel how his suprarenal glands worked overtime. He was afraid. Of himself and freaked out over the World itself, about his role in the world, what he needs to do, what he will face in his life and everything, everywhere all at once.
Avery was outside, he played with axolotl, he even named it. Oh, ho, he didn’t, he will name him soon enough. No, he knew how Avery would name the creature, he just wanted to laugh about it out loud.
“You are back!”
“Yes, I am. I brought what you asked me”, D3r said, stopping nearby sitting on the ground Avery. He petted the axolotl, patted on the paws, body. Axolotl leaned to his slimy hands – the creature seems to like the texture. The axolotl was so happy to be here, and Avery was happy to.
“I haven’t decided on a name yet. Do you have any thoughts?”
“No”.
“Don’t you already know his name?”
D3r smiled and patted Avery on his shoulder.
“Wait! What is that supposed to mean?”
D3rLord3 chuckled, as he entered inside the house, and Avery was running behind him. They were inside together, and the warrior placed the block in front of the door.
Several minutes. D3r gulped in mixed feelings.
He liked Avery, of course. He knew that Avery liked him a lot too. He wasn’t sure of making a first…jump? Step? Talk first.
They weren’t like any normal people, for Notch’s sake. He was cursed, driven to madness, and Avery fought for him, searched for him, and was able and willing – this fact always making something in D3rLord3 stomach drop – kill the King. Just for the D3r to be alive.
He didn’t like him, no, he loved him. With every atom in his slime body, he was determined enough to fight God for him.
The memory of Avery's shaking voice surfaced in consciousness and permeated the brain through and through. D3r squeezed the angle of the table, as he watched Avery talking to him. He wasn’t listening, oh, right.
Suddenly, he realized he had no idea what Avery had said.
“Are you here, D3r? Are you listening to me?”
“Not at all”, the warrior answered honestly, “I thought about how cool you are”.
Well, he was honest.
Avery wanted to say something, but, after that he closed his mouth and looked down. He began to turn cloudier, and then he stepped closer, looking into the warrior's face, covered in helmet.
“You know, I want to say something to you, but! Don’t laugh at me, alright?”
“Why would i?”, oh, Great Notch, it has begun.
“It could sound stupid, okay?” Avery was so funny, when he was worried about anything, and he cleared a throat, continued:
“You are my closest friend, D3r”, Avery said, taking D3r by the hand, and squeezing his palm, “I’m really happy that I've met you. Thank you for being alive, D3rLord3.”
“Oh”, nonetheless, it hit the warrior like a sword in a heart, and his mouth was suddenly dry, “of course, Aves. How could I not be your-”
“Friend?”, voice dropped lower, as Avery tried to look into the warrior 's face. He crooked his head a little, Avery's slimy hair falling in his eyes. He brushed them back, not avoiding eye contact. It was hard to tell where D3r’s eyes even were.
“Yes”, he answered slowly and quietly, feeling his gut wrenched. Oh, sweet torture.
“I’m glad that you are here”, maybe, it was not hot at all, but warrior felt, that armor was red hot, and Avery continued speaking, “honestly, i’m–”
Something snatched, and Avery took D3r by his shoulders and shortened the distance between them, touching nose to nose. Green slimy substance cooled his skin off, as Avery’s lips met his own, right through the slit of a helmet. It was so strange to witness, yet feel. The cold surface of Avex lips melted on human skin, maybe, Avery was melting literally, spilling on helmet, losing his human form, as he wasn't able to keep up with his emotions. The kiss lasted several seconds, as D3r thought it was infinity, it was so right, it made him feel alive.
He was hungry for something, as if he was born hungry, just to be fed up by Avery.
The kiss stopped, and the almost invisible slimy string still connected to D3r’s lips. Avery looked with his half-lidded eyes on D3rLord3, swiping his fingers on a metal helmet, as if trying to wash away any slime.
“Honestly, you what?”, he tried to mock Avery, but his voice was so tense.
Avery was silent, he just stared with sad eyes, as if pleading through shame, as if to say, "you already know, do not tease me.”
What a view, really.
“Take it off, please”, D3r knew, unfortunately, that he would plead, but damn, how good it sounds. D3r folded so fast under Avery, it was indescribable.
D3rLord3 closed Avery’s eyes with his left hand and took off his helmet with right hand. His breath hitched, as he got closer again. It was stupid and obvious enough, but his blood was boiling beneath the skin. Maybe, it wasn't his blood boiling — maybe, Hastur wanted to get out before something.
Unless, they both knew what will happen next.
Kiss was out as a cute and simple in the start, Avery cold, wet and slippery lips meet his on the halfway, and oh how fucking sweet he was, if you give him a taste. Luckily, there was no need to rush. He could kiss him for hours, and yet, he will not be satisfied.
Avery’s kiss was so simple, light and right, like it was an everyday thing.
On the other side, D3rLord3 was dying. His fingers trembled before touching Avery’s slippery hair, almost afraid to touch.
“D3r”, weak call, but it was enough to drive D3rLord3 to madness almost immediately.
“Hm?”, all he managed to answer, sliding his hand lower, on Avery’s neck and chest.
“Wouldn’t you mind”, the warrior already nodded his head, barely holding himself, “if I kiss you again?”
D3r patiently awaits. He felt the cold touch on his face, brushing finger on his lower lip, on his chin. Avery wanted to remember his face, even with hands, and the warrior let him. He slightly bit the finger, watching Avery catch his breath.
“You are so beautiful to touch”, whisper in lips, “I wish I could see you.”
“Next time.”
Avery’s whole body tensed and he let shakily sigh, kissing the warrior. He had some experience, yes, but he thought it wasn’t enough. His tongue slipped out of his mouth, meeting with D3rLord3’s on the way. Warrior placed his hands on Avery’s shoulders, holding on to them for dear life. Tongues danced, mixed with muffled sighs and gasping into each other's mouths. Avery's tongue is so cool and soft on a texture, D3r lost himself in feeling. He heard how rapid Aves' breath was now, and knew how fast his heart was beating.
Avery bit the warrior's bottom lip, and D3rLord3 sighed in slime lips, and then slimy tongue licked the blood, and from then, kisses were metal-flavored. D3r didn't mind that.
Avery placed his hands on a chest armor plate on the warrior's body, and then his fingers crawled on the sides, trying to find the armor fastenings. Slimy hands found them, and tried to unlock them, too impatient and abruptly. He gets close to the warrior, legs to legs. They noticed how hard both of them were; no one noticed this fact until now.
D3r felt that, broke the kiss, pulled his helmet back on, and grabbed Avery by the wrists, looking deadly in Aves eyes with an unreadable question.
“I…uh, i want to, if you wouldn't mind” , Avery began to apologize, avoiding gaze. He was darker, than before, and more cloudly.
“I wouldn't, but we are not in a good spot for that.”
“Oh, right, right, of course. Shall we, uh, go?..”
D3r sighed, taking Avery by his hand and getting to their common room.
“We need to manage the beds first”, D3r said, and he thought about how stupid that sounds, but, what else would they do? On one bed? Not enough space.
Avery, without looking at the warrior, moved his bed towards another, feeling himself very awkward.
It was strange, yes, but only for a moment — he felt the kiss on his lips again. The warrior was more calm than the first kisses, and didn't rush.
But the armor.
“Hand of help here?” teased D3rLord3 between kisses, almost saying this into Avery lips.
“Yeah-yeah, sure”, he answered, finding the fastenings, unlocking them one by one. It was tough, yes, since his hands were shaking, as he felt D3r kisses drive lower, on his mandible, neck and clavicles. It was hard to concentrate then, because the warrior was uncontrollable biting him, immediately after kissing the spots.
The D3rLord3 hands found themselves being very comfortable on Avery's waist, tapping, squeezing his body, digging his nails into the slime skin.
He was hungry again, he felt the itch under his back of the head, almost the need to feel Avery melting on his hands.
Armor was off, Avery's shirts too, and oh…
They both stopped, looking at each other.
Avery saw D3rLord3 several times without clothes, but it's just different when you both are so down for each other, the thought “I can touch him” appeared in his head, like a lightbulb. He stared at his toned body, at his pecs, his arms, feeling himself melting.
For D3r it was…simpler. He knew the sight of a slime body already, but witnessing this feels like a fever dream, near death. His hands touched Avery's chest, feeling the heartbeat. His body was nearly transparent, but, nonetheless, he had a heart, a lungs and et cetera — D3r really tried not to think about his guts in a medical way — but he can't control his temperature, that's okay.
Avery just stood there, unable to do anything. It was intimate, and he didn't want to ruin the moment. D3r's hands slipped down, on his abdomen, waist, lower back, and in front — the line of his shorts.
Avery wanted to say something, but he fell down, on his back, in the bed, lifting himself on the elbow. The sight of D3rLord3 made Avery melt, as Aves couldn't see his face, and only saw the silhouette of a half naked warrior with great physical form. He put a knee on the bed, getting on top of Avery.
Knight kneeled before his beloved.
“You are so cheesy sometimes”, D3r said, reading Avery's thoughts, placing his hand on Avery's flat stomach, “but that was funny, really”.
It was good, the hot palm on abdomen made Avery lose his breath. He forgot how hard he was, until the moment, when D3r brushed his yet clothed, but hard cock. He whimpered in an accident, immediately closing his mouth with hands. The warrior didn't say a thing, but Avery felt his haze on him. The hand now it's as if on purpose touched him, fingers brushed on skin above the line of shorts, teasing as if they were about to slip under the fabric. Avery looked down, on D3r fingers, as Aves tried to lay still as much as he could. He wanted to swing his hips towards D3rLord3’s hand.
Avery tossed his hand behind D3r, getting him closer and kissing him again.
“It's really hard to kiss you with a helmet, D3r”.
The warrior smiled, as his hand slipped under the shorts, gently running his fingers over the skin, carefully going down a little lower, grasping his cock. Avery choked, squeezing D3r’ skin tightly, almost scratching the back. Warrior's breath hitched, his hand trembled.
“Easy, easy”, D3r said almost to himself, his voice was raspy and shaked a little.
“S-stop, ah, teasing me then”, Avery whimpered into D3r shoulder.
Warrior hung one elbow over Avery, while the other was busy, and for more comfort Avery spread his legs, raising his pelvis closer.
Warrior stroked Avery in slow tempo, feeling as if his cock was more durable than before. He felt the head, the base, and squeezed his hand harder, making a tighter grip, and he was rewarded with a quiet moan in the air. Avery tried to breathe, as D3r's hand was now moving faster, paying attention to head, squeezing under and stimulating the urethra with his finger.
“Fuck”, in a needy voice.
D3r licked his lips, starring on his hand on Avery's cock, how slime folded slightly under his grip, how his fingers were wet from slime, or pre-ejaculate. His mind, for once, was silenced.
Hand moved faster, and Aves buckled his hips in the same tempo, uncontrollably clutching to D3rLord3 shoulders, crossing his legs behind the warrior's back. He moaned in the warrior ear, biting.
They didn't need to talk. D3r saw everything in his eyes, heard everything in his moans and whimpers, and he read all he needs in Avery’s movements. But he needs, carnally needs, to hear Avery say that.
“You like that, huh?” his voice trembled, as his free hand clenched to the bedsheets, “are you, Avery?”
“Y-you know that already”, he licked his lips and closed his eyes, drew his eyebrows together.
“I do, but I want to hear you say it”.
“Fuck, D3r please”, he gasped sharply, and the warrior knew, that knot in Avery abdomen tensed up, as his orgasm was already closed.
“Tell me, Avery”, the warrior slowed down his movements, making Avery whimper in disappointment, trying to bite or kiss D3r's lips, “do you like it?”
After some seconds of sweet wait, Avery said:
“I like it, D3r, I like it very—”
He didn't even get to finish, as the hands brought back again all the speed and pressure that were before. Avery lasted only a few strokes, and he came, with a hidden in the warrior's shoulder face and muffled moan. He grabbed D3r’s back, trying to catch his breath. Warrior felt his stomach tensed up final time, and his hand was wet and sticky, as were both of their abdomens.
Both of them breathed hard, and D3r kissed Avery again, feeling himself a lot better, yet tense and he was still hard. His own cock pressed in Avery’s right thigh, rubbing and twitching in waiting.
“You okay?” Avery asked, combing back his stuck slimy hair. He was wet, slime texture heated up, his thighs were spread wide. D3r sat back down, feeling the sweat on his back rolling down, as he was red hot.
“Yes”, he answered, wiping his sweat with the back of his hand.
Avery gulped heavily, as he looked down, between them, admiring the outline. D3rLord3 fully sat down, and Avery, as if doubting his decisions, took off his remaining clothes, and got on D3r’s lap. He sat there silently, and D3rLord3 thought about taking all his clothes sooner. In four arms they dealt with his pants, and D3r tried to pull them down as far as he could.
Avery stared with all attention on the warrior’s cock, and heard what he thought about:
[Getting on knees and sucking his cock, till the back of the throat, so D3r could see everything, especially, how deep he can go, and how Avery's throat could squeeze him, gulping and swallowing.]
[Taking him in the hand, teasing and playing with him all along, caressing over D3r’s toned stomach, maybe riding him without getting in.]
[Take him inside, feel him brushing that sweet spot and-]
“Please, Avery, pick one”, D3r pleaded, placing his hands on slimy thighs.
“You…you know what i…”
“Yes, of course, I knew what you were- ah”, he didn’t get to finish, as Avery traced his hands on his abdomen, and lower, taking the warrior's cock in tight grip. Avery, avoiding the eye-contact, turning more dark-green, stroked him a few times, feeling and mesmerizing the texture, while D3r basically fought for his dear life.
D3r looked down, how slimy hand touched him, and it made him squeeze those slimy thighs, digging in with nails. His cock twitched once again, leaking pre on green hands.Avery stood up a bit, taking D3r’s cock and guiding him in his entrance, wiggling his hips.
The warrior knew that he didn’t need any stretching, but he wanted to feel him with his fingers first.
“May i, Avery?”
“May you what?” he asked with genuine concern.
He didn’t answer, travelling with his fingers between Avery’s thighs and pressing his fingers on entrance, without any pressure getting in. The transparent body was something obvious, but breathtaking at the same time. And how his fingers look right through a flat lite-green slime stomach with all the squelching sound slime texture is making was a lot, maybe too much, even. How eager Avery moves his thighs made something under the destroyed brain twitch. Or his cock, who knows.
He was so turned on it beyond any description. Feeling of past kisses, the slippery cool texture inside the slime body now and knowledge of the future Avery’s moans were flying in head like crows. All at once. What feeling was even real? Hard to differentiate.
“D3r? You there?” asked Avery with a joke in the voice, holding himself on D3r’s hips and shoulder, trying to find a balance.
“Y-yeah”, his fingers buried deep, and trying to move, feeling the inner walls.
“It’s feeling, ah, good” Avery sighed, smiling weekly, “you don’t need to-”
“I know.”
Avery smiled, closing his eyes, grabbing D3r hip bone, and moving his hips toward. He was hard again, but the sight of warrior fingers inside made D3rLord3 clench his teeth.
His head starts hurting again, he can’t last any longer, he needs to feel the slime walls around him. D3r took Avery by the hips and looked down once again, before entering, slowly. Avery, even if he didn’t need to get stretched, gasped loudly and leaned forward, feeling — D3rLord3, for fuck’s sake, knew — full.
Both of them needed to catch their breaths, before Aves said with weak and shaking voice:
“Move.”
D3rLord3 didn’t need to be told that twice, so he licked his sweaty lips, and started to move Avery up and down. Then Aves helped him, starting to move by himself, riding the warrior. The sight of cock, which could be seen through the abdomen, being tightly hugged by inner walls, made the knot inside D3r stretched to the limit, like a guitar string, who was ready to be torn.
Avery moved very actively, wallowing up D3r’s cock entirely. His moans sounded like a cat purring in one moment, as he chased his own pleasure, rocking hips up and front, and then back and down. D3r admired the view, lost in a shudder on the brink of orgasm. He needed a little bit more.
“C’mon, please”, Avery sharply said, his skin sticked to warrior’s skin, as he tried to clench his hands onto something, “please, D3rLord, please”
That’s it.
D3r felt himself as being set on fire alive, then pulled to vacuum, torn apart and pulled back, and he would be feeling a lot better in that case. No, he couldn’t even describe how he felt, but it was definitely good.
Avery came second time, squeezing cock inside him and his thighs on the side of laying D3r. He tossed his head up, shaking with his whole body, and then almost collapsed on top.
They both were so hot, sticky, slimy and tired. No one ever wanted to move, but they needed to.
“You know what, I come up with a name for the axolotl”, oh, he can’t be serious.
“Avery”, tiredly said D3rLord3, swiping the mix of substances off his abdomen. He saw the white liquid inside Avery, and his breath hitched. A little.
“Berryjam. You know, because he—”
“Pink, i know”, he answered with a smile, “i like it, yeah.”
“You do?”
“Yes.”