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Seven had told Noli he only went to Builder Brother’s Pizza to exploit. Noli had stopped pretending to believe him by the third time. Today was another day of lectures they had skipped because Seven had insisted they should ‘do something that doesn’t make me want to gouge my eyes out.’ It was a Friday. The late afternoon sun shined down on them while the college campus was already thinning with students eager to start their weekend of studying or partying.
“You know eventually they’re gonna notice you’ve missed half your classes.” Noli walked beside him with his hands shoved into the pockets of his hoodie.
“Hah, they’ve already noticed! They just don’t care, lolz.” Seven grinned, boasting; although that sentiment is not something to gloat about.
“Even worse, I can’t lie.” Seven snickered at that, his tail coiling behind him happily.
Noli wasn’t innocent in ditching classes, for sure, but he did have a better track record of attendance compared to Seven. Seven would attend his lectures once every ‘whenever he feels like it’, but would somehow still end up with passing marks. Noli didn’t bother questioning it. It's funny to think about, and it’s not like Seven is dumb, still an impressive feat however. Annoying too, but that’s Seven for you.
“So, what’s the plan?” Noli asked, wiping sweat off. They had been walking for a considerable amount of time. He still wasn’t informed on what Seven had in mind for today’s ditching.
“Having fun.” Seven had been leading the both of them into a familiar direction. A tall white sign with the Builder Brothers Pizza logo printed on it came into view accompanied by the sight of the brick-walled pizzeria.
“Seriously? We’re exploiting at Builder Brothers Pizza again?” Noli sighed and held back an eyeroll. This was their fourth time this month exploiting at Builder Brothers Pizza. It was infuriating, Noli had hoped Seven would suggest grabbing beers or terrorizing at a different location, not hacking Seven’s ex boyfriend’s pizza place for the millionth time. It had gotten repetitive and at this point it had become painfully obvious why Seven kept insisting on coming here.
“Don’t give me that, it’s fucking hilarious watching Elliot bitch about us even taking a breath in there, he doesn’t even have the power to kick us out.” Seven hysterically laughed and slapped Noli’s back. Seven’s horns perked up, he was excited. Noli should let him have his fun. Fine. He thought to himself, he can let Seven enjoy just one more time, it won’t hurt anyone (it will).
The moment they stepped inside Builder Brothers Pizza, a blast of greasy warm air hit them full force. Seven looked delighted, Noli, not so much. “Oh, I fucking hate this place,” Seven said fondly sarcastic.
Then why do you fucking keep on coming back? Noli bit his lip in order to not let that one out. He said instead: “You say that every single time.” He smiled falsely. He didn’t want Seven to know he despised this.
“And every single time I’m correct.” Noli shoved his hands deeper into his hoodie pockets while Seven practically skipped toward the front counter. A few employees noticed him right away and exchanged the same exhausted look of recognition. One working girl near the kitchen physically turned around and disappeared into the back the second she saw him. Safe to say he wasn’t loved here. At the register waited Elliot, the star of the show, who had yet to notice their arrival.
The second Elliot looked up from the cash register and saw Seven approaching with pride, every emotion visibly drained from his face. “No. No, we’re not doing this.”
Seven gasped sarcastically. “What do you mean no? I haven’t even done anything yet, Elli!” He theatrically flared his arms like a supervillain monologuing.
Seven placed both hands dramatically on the countertop. “Wow. This is unbelievable customer service. I walk in here peacefully, harmlessly–”
“Harmlessly?” You could hear the tiredness in Elliot’s voice.
“--and this is how I’m treated?” Seven continued despite Elliot’s interjection.
Elliot stared at him with dead-eyed exhaustion. “What do you want, Seven?”
Seven put a hand to his chest, mockingly. “Ohhh, so suddenly you do know my name?” Noli couldn’t lie to himself, this was a pretty comedic scene. He found a sadistic amusement in it despite his underlying bitterness towards the location and its associations.
“I unfortunately have to.” Seven delighted in Elliot’s despair.
Seven pointed at the menu overhead. “No no no, that’s not how this works. I am a customer. You are required to ask for my order first.”
“What, would you like to order?” Elliot breathed through clenched teeth.
Seven smiled victoriously. “See? Was that so hard?” Noli snorted. Seven smirked, and leaned forward on the counter, having decided his order. “I’ll have one large pepperoni pizza, extra cheese, extra olives–”
“Don’t you hate olives?” That question from Elliot ticked Noli. He was enjoying his time up until that point. That question reminded him of the fact that Seven and Elliot had once been in a relationship together. They’ve eaten, talked, kissed, and probably fucked. They probably know things about each other they can’t force themselves to forget and Elliot mindlessly asking that question even if he hates Seven now is a reminder to Noli that they’ve gotten further than Noli and Seven have, despite being roommates for years. Rage flew through every fiber of his body.
“And a medium drink!” Seven stupidly continued, in between Noli’s thoughts. Elliot begrudgingly tapped the order into the register.
Seven added casually, “Oh and can you write ‘007n7 is super sexy’ on the pizza box?” Both Noli and Elliot went quiet as Seven giggled to himself.
Elliot looked away from the register and scrunched his eyebrows. His hair fell over his eyes. “Get out.” He ordered.
“You haven’t even heard the drink flavor yet, Elli! It’s a cola by the way.”
“God fucking damn it Seven! Get the fuck out!” Seven burst into hysterical laughter. Torment was his pleasure, and so was Noli’s. That's why they were partners in crime, right?
“I’m serious. Leave.” Elliot pointed aggressively toward the door. The other employees and customers watched in both interest and fear.
“Leave? Oh you think you can just tell me what to do?” Seven maliciously grinned as he pulled out his C00lgui. He looked to Noli after noticing his lack of participation, “What’s up with you Nols? Why’s it just me messing around man?” He half-whispered, nudging him with his elbow. Noli fully snapped out of his thoughts the moment Seven addressed him.
Noli gave him a nonchalant shrug and Seven thought nothing of it. He was already typing something into the C00lgui's interface. "Watch this." With the flick of a finger, he set the register Elliot was working on fire. “Oh my god!” one employee screamed from the kitchen.
“Seven!” Elliot yelled, putting his hands to his head in despondency.
Seven was practically dying from hysteria. “Oh my fucking god, the look on your face!”
“You actual fucking psychopath!” The flames burned brighter. “Do something!” another employee yelled. “I am trying!” Elliot snapped before fumbling beneath the counter for a fire extinguisher.
Seven wiped tears from his eyes. “Ahhh, no wait, wait, god, hold on, let me take a picture first–”
“Sev, we gotta go.” Noli hissed, yanking Seven hard by the sleeve. Yes, he was always down for crime but he couldn’t handle the sight of Elliot and Seven being in the same room no longer.
Seven was still cackling while being dragged backward. “NO WAIT I WANNA SEE IF THE SPRINKLERS–” The sprinklers activated as if on cue, water crashed down from the ceiling in heavy sheets. The flames sputtered while Elliot stood there absolutely soaked, gripping the fire extinguisher with an expression so murderous Noli briefly considered calling emergency services for Seven preemptively.
“Ohhhh this is cinematic as fuck.” Seven commented. Noli grabbed him harder toward the entrance without a word.
The two stumbled out onto the sidewalk just as more customers flooded outside behind them. The fire alarm still screamed from inside the building while water leaked beneath the entrance doors.
Noli crossed his arms, looking down at Seven. “Let’s go back to the dorm, Sev. That was enough.” Like telling off a child.
Seven bent over slightly with hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath. He caught it then started talking. “Woah, woah, woah, Nols. Have you gotten soft? I mean, what was up with you man? You barely said shit or did shit, I was having fun all by myself.”
Noli couldn’t take it anymore. “Yo. Sev. Be honest with me.”
“Uh, yeah? What?” Seven replied.
“Is the only reason you wanna exploit at Builder Brothers Pizza is because you fucking still like Elliot? After all this time?”
Seven scoffed too quickly. “No–what? Nols, no.” He looked away for half a second before adding, far less confidently, “I mean… okay, sure, he looks pretty in the uniform. And his hair’s nice,” Seven admitted weakly, his tail tucked behind him timidly. “But that’s not– dude, what’s it to you anyway?” His tone turned defensive near the end, walls immediately shooting back up the second he felt cornered.
Noli stepped closer, disliking the answer he was blessed with. “What else?”
“What?”
“What else do you like about him?”
Seven frowned. “Why are you asking me this?”
“Because you keep dragging me here! Every single fucking week it’s ‘let’s go exploit Builder Brothers’ or ‘let’s go fuck with Elliot’ and I’m supposed to act like this aim’t the most obvious unresolved breakup issue I’ve ever seen?” Noli broke his composure.
Seven snapped back. “Why do you suddenly care so much?” The question stung when it really shouldn’t have. Noli opened his mouth to speak or utter out a witty comeback but nothing came out, because the truth was that it felt humiliating. He didn’t want to say I’m tired of watching you look at him like that or I’m sick of you obsessing over this pizza boy despite that being the embarrassing reality.
“Noli.” Seven called to get his attention.“..You jealous?” A small snicker escaped his mouth.
This is all just a joke to you huh? Noli laughed at that, not a happy laugh but an angry, exasperated one. Deep down, he knew Seven had caught him red-handed. It was pathetic. “You know what Sev? Forget it.” It was easier to just shove his feelings away.
“Noli, you can’t be serious?–” Seven realized that this might be something to take seriously.
“I said forget it.”
"Hey!" Seven grabbed his arm. "What the hell? You can't just ask me something like that and then–"
Noli pushed away and pulled free with ease, refraining from eye contact. He was the physically stronger one out of the duo. "Get your ass back in there and eye-fuck your ex boyfriend for all I care. Have a great time." He didn’t bother looking back as he delivered that finale.
Noli beat him back to the dorm by twenty minutes. He threw himself face-down onto his bed, didn't take his shoes off, and stared at the wall. His hoodie was still damp from the sprinklers. He didn't care. The ceiling of his side of the room had a small water stain shaped roughly like a boot and he had spent an embarrassing amount of cumulative time looking at it. The humiliating part was that Seven had said it like a joke, like it was the funniest possible explanation or that the idea was so absurd it didn't even need a real answer, just a laugh track and a subject change.
Noli rolled onto his back, covered his face with his arm, and let out a frustrating groan. Feelings were confusing, sure, but he was fine. This was fine. He had known Seven for years but they usually agreed on everything. Today hit a sore spot though. He couldn’t stand the fact that Seven just kept on going back to that wretched place to mess with Elliot. Does it mean he’s THAT obsessed with Elliot? Noli didn’t even want to start thinking about that, he was already feeling worse than a sack of horseshit. His phone buzzed. This was so not fine. He didn’t need to check his phone to know who it was.
Seven: hey
Seven: you good bruh?
Seven: hello??
Seven: ok ik ur read receipts are off but ik u turned them off specifically so u can ignore me so
Seven: noli
Seven: NOLI
Seven: im outside the door bruh open sesame
Noli did not move despite the adamant knocking. He figured Seven could just get himself in the dorm somehow or could sleep on the streets for all he could care.
"Noli," It was Seven's voice through the door, it sounded ripped out of his usual cockiness. "Come on, Nols.. open up." The whine hit a soft spot in Noli, yet the door remained shut.
He complained to 1x1x1x1 about it that night. 1x was a floor below his dorm and was a surprisingly great listener despite being a certified hater, and brutally honest. They both rested on the couch sipping on light beer as Noli expounded on his renowned view on the situation.
"So he asked if you were jealous," 1x made sure. "Yeah," Noli replied. "And you didn't answer." 1x made sure of, again. "Correct." Noli affirmed. "And afterwards you left." 1x confirmed, for the third time. "Correct–Damn! How many times do I need to tell you?" Noli wasn’t sure if 1x was just irritating him on purpose.
"So he is unaware of how you feel?" 1x asked with their arms crossed, two fingers holding a lit cigarette.
"Okay, don’t say it like that."
"I'm not saying it like anything. He doesn't know, you didn't tell him, you left, and now you're locked out of your own dorm room," 1x misinterpreted the story.
"I'm not locked out, I locked myself in earlier,” Noli corrected, “and I needed some air, and a drink."
"And now you're in my room because he's in yours." Noli couldn’t tell if 1x was making fun of him or just talked like that.
"I have no idea if he’s even fucking in there or not, when I left, I still locked it and I’m the only one with keys cause he always loses his." Noli complained.
Noli earned a side eye. “What do you actually want here, Noli?" 1x questioned.
"I want him to stop making me go to that fuckass pizza place."
"Sure, yeah. What else." 1x looked at him and waited for a reply. Noli hated the long awkward silence.
"I want him to.. want him to look at me like he looks at, you know.." The sentence didn't need finishing. 1x nodded and understood, it’s not like this was their first time discussing this topic.
"Alright," 1x said simply.
Noli slouched further into the couch, taking a large gulp of the cheap beer they were holding. "It's fucking pathetic."
1x leaned back deeper into the cushions, one ankle propped over their knee as the television’s light flashed across the room. Some random foreign Netflix show played with subtitles neither of them were reading. The whole dorm smelled like cigarette smoke and cheap beer. Noli sat hunched beside her, elbows on his knees, with his drink dangling loosely between his fingers.
"It's not pathetic, no actually, it is a little pathetic, but I know you can do better than whatever this bullshit is. Especially if you stop assuming shit. You don’t know if he likes you back. I mean, you guys have been roommates forever."
Noli scoffed quietly. “Yeah, and I’ve also watched him flirt with Elliot every chance he fucking gets.”
1x turned their head toward him slowly. “Do you know what your problem is, Noli?”
Noli was starting to feel the buzz from the alcohol. “I’m sure you’re dying to tell me.”
“You act like you want honesty but the second you get it, you cower and run.”
Noli looked into his beer. “I didn’t run.”
“You walked away from him when he asked if you were jealous, and right after, literally evacuated your dorm like there was a gas leak or some shit.”
“I told you, I just needed space.”
“Sure you needed ‘space’. You needed nicotine and self-pity.”
Noli shoved at their shoulder weakly. “Fuck you.”
1x took a hit from their cigarette. “I’m right.”
Noli tilted his head back and groaned. “I hate this.”
“I know.”
“I seriously hate this.”
“I know, you’ve been in love with your roommate for millenia.”
Noli immediately sat upright defensively. “I am not in love with him…alright maybe just a bit,” he muttered.
“A bit,” 1x repeated after him again, and chuckled.
Noli dragged a hand over his face. “You don’t get it, man. He makes everything feel so fucking good. He walks into the same room I’m in and he’s the only thing I see, but I can just tell it’s not the same for him, I’m an idiot. You know what fucking sucks more? Sometimes, I think he does shit on purpose.”
“What kind of shit?”
“He gets all close when he talks to me sometimes, weirdly close. He stares at me for too long, and gets really touchy, then he acts completely normal after as if it was a figment of my imagination.”
“Have you considered he’s flirting with you?”
Noli barked out a laugh. “No. Fuck no.”
“You should.”
“No, because then I start thinking maybe he actually feels for real about it, and then not even five milliseconds later he’s batting his eyelashes at that fucking cashier while forcing me to eat greasy pizza at Builder Brothers’.”
“The pizza place isn’t the issue here.”
“It absolutely is.”
“You sound jealous of pepperoni.”
“Fuck you. I am jealous of anyone he looks at for longer than three seconds.”
“You’re so far gone.”
“I think what pissed me off the most is that he asked me outright, of course I am jealous, you fucking dumbass.” Noli sunk lower into the couch again, hood pulled over his head now like he could disappear into it. Saying it out loud made him more self-aware.
“And? You still said nothing.”
“Because what was I supposed to say? Damn, yeah Seven, actually I’m insanely jealous because every time you talk to anyone else I feel like a rat is chewing through my ribs?’”
“Poetic.”
“Shut up.” Noli flipped him off without looking, taking an inhumane chug out his bottle.
“You should write that down.” 1x grinned.
Noli ignored that and carried on pouring his heart out. “I don’t wanna lose what we already have, if I say something and he doesn’t feel the same, then what? We just go back to normal after that? Pretend I didn’t say it? We live together for fuck’s sake, it’s going to get awkward as hell.”
“It probably would be for a while, but you’re already miserable now, you’re sitting in my room at two in the morning spiraling because your roommate asked if you were jealous. You think this is the healthy option?”
“When you say it out loud, it sounds worse.”
“It quite literally is worse.”
Noli needed another drink.
Tonight was a terrible night to have no place to sleep. Heat pooled at the lower portion of Seven’s torso. Fuck, out of all days, really? It was the beginning of his bimonthly cycle. He had kept it a secret for as long as he could remember with the assistance of suppressants but those were unfortunately locked away in his dorm he was temporarily (hopefully) evicted out of. Seven had to tolerate the effects of his cycle in their unsupervised entirety, and this would be no easy task. He could feel the need to be filled gnawing at him and fuzzying all his senses along with his ability to think logically.
Seven slept at Ellernate’s that night. Ellernate was two doors down Seven and Noli’s shared dorm. He shared a room with iTrapped, however tonight he was at a party, so he let Seven crash for the evening. Even after enduring their own scuffles over who would get what cut after dabbling in impulsive robberies, Ellernate and Seven ended up as good friends who could count on each other every once in a while. Ellernate sat on the floor of his own room with his back against the bed while Seven took up the desk chair and explained the situation while chowing down on leftover pepperoni pizza.
“Ugh dude, I don’t even get why he’s ignoring me.” Ellernate could barely make out what Seven was saying due to him talking with food in his mouth.
“You asked him if he was jealous after he seemed angry after you gave Elliot a bit too much attention? I think he’s gay for you Seven.”
Seven pointed at him with the half eaten pizza slice. “Alright man, pipe down, there is no way in fuck Noli likes me like that.” Seven snorted, taking another obnoxiously huge bite of pizza. Grease stained the paper plate balanced on his knee.
“He definitely wants to pipe you. You think Noli would confess his feelings willingly?” Ellernate asked incredulously. “I don’t know him all that well but he seems like he would rather touch the void star.”
The void star? I should totally dare him to do that sometime, would be hilarious. Seven snapped himself out of his thoughts. Fuck, focus. Seven frowned around another bite. “Hey now, he’s not that avoidant. If he liked me, wouldn’t he have told me?”
“He threatened that dude from one of your classes for having a crush on you.” Ellernate casually dropped as if it were common knowledge.
Seven was taken aback at this information. He hadn’t heard about this. No one told him, not even Noli, if Ellernate was being truthful. “What?”
Ellernate raised his hands up. “Woah, you didn’t know about that?”
“No? The fuck??” Seven was bewildered. Would Noli really be that possessive over him? His head felt dizzy. Fuck, that’s hot. The hormones were getting to him, but he couldn't let it show.
Ellernate rubbed a hand over his face, laughing in disbelief. “No fucking way dude. Yeah, apparently the guy kept asking about you and Noli told him you had HIV before almost punching him in the face.”
Seven’s mouth went agape in shock. “He said what?”
“I don’t know, man, I wasn’t there. That’s just what I heard.”
A laugh escaped Seven before he could stop it. “HIV is crazy.”
“Not hard to believe.”
“Go eat a turd. Anyway, that doesn’t mean he likes me, dumbass.”
“Wanna know what I think?”
“What.”
“I think you’re ignoring it on purpose.” Ellernate called him out.
“That’s bullshit.” Seven scoffed immediately. “I do not care about him more than other people.”
“You sleep in his bed half the time.” Ellernate pointed out.
“Because mine’s uncomfortable.” Seven excused himself. His bed was just fine. He and Noli have had several nights spent sleeping together but they wouldn’t do anything but share the same place to catch their Z’s. It was nice to have company, y’know? A cuddle buddy.
“You steal his hoodies.” Ellernate prosecuted.
“They’re conveniently there.” Seven was found guilty. It did feel comfortable to have a piece of Noli with him wherever he went.
“You call him first whenever literally anything happens to you.” Ellernate didn’t fail to mention.
“He’s just a reliable guy, what can I say.” Seven downplayed. Heterosexual explanation for everything. Ellernate gave him a look so unimpressed it bordered on offensive. There have been countless occasions where Seven has phoned Noli for even the most minor of inconveniences, Noli was Seven’s safe space and go-to, and he felt empty now, not being in contact with him. Damn. Seven thought to himself.
Seven rocked back in the desk chair, balancing dangerously on two legs. “Even if he did like me, which he doesn’t, that’d be weird.”
“Weird how?”
“We live together, bro.” Seven scrunched his face trying not to make the chair fall over. Ellernate thought he looked ridiculous but didn’t bother mentioning it. Noli would’ve recorded it and added it to his folder of unflattering 007n7 videos and pictures.
“So?”
“So if shit hits the fan, then what?” Seven gestured vaguely with the pizza crust. “We still gotta see each other every day. That sounds awful.”
Ellernate hummed. “Interesting.”
“What.”
Ellernate caught him by the tail, figuratively. “You thought about that awfully fast.”
Seven immediately threw the crust at him. His tail perked up. “Shut up! Don’t make it weird.” Seven couldn’t lie to himself knowing that he had pictured him and Noli as a thing on numerous occasions, but never decided to act upon it. Right now, it was all he could think of.
“You made it weird yourself.”
“Fuck off.” Seven let the chair drop forward into its normal position, then rubbed at the back of his neck. “I just, man, I don’t know. I like being around him, alright?” His gaze dropped to the pizza box on the ground. I could go for another slice right now lowkey. “He gets me, we’ve done loads of shenanigans together, he’s always down to exploit, well except for today I guess.” He shrugged one shoulder awkwardly. “Everything’s just more fun with him there, though.”
“You are down horrendous.” Ellernate concluded.
Seven groaned and threw his head back against the chair dramatically. “I knew I shouldn’t have come here.”
“Bitch, be grateful iTrapped’s not here tonight he would’ve thrown hands the second he saw you.”
Seven took offense to the new found sentiment that apparently iTrapped despises him. “Fuck did I ever do to iTrapped??”
“He just doesn’t like other exploiters, lol. Anyway, what are you gonna do now?”
“I’ve always known Noli’s gay, but I don’t know if I’m his type.”
“Ah so you are thinking about it.”
“Shut it.”
“You asked him if he was jealous.”
“Yeah, I was simply messing around and he looked at me like I shot his nutsack then went on his merry way. I didn’t think it was that serious.”
“Probably cause you scared him, dipshit.” Ellernate almost scolded.
“You for real think so?” Seven tilted his head.
“Yes, so go say sorry for always dragging him to that fucking pizzeria.”
Seven looked at the ceiling and chewed the inside of his cheek thoughtfully.
Seven laid awake way longer than he expected that night, mostly because now every interaction he’d ever had with Noli kept replaying in his head with horrifying new context. The way they would stare into each other's eyes, the constant deflection or topic-switching whenever Seven mentioned relationships, and how Noli always acted annoyed when Seven went out with someone but still waited up for him every time. By the time morning rolled around, Seven had come up with what he considered a practically foolproof plan.
First: corner Noli.
Second: apologize.
Third: somehow fix everything before he lost Noli forever.
The problem was that it was the second day of his cycle. When it came to his cycle, his state would worsen each consecutive day of it. Seven returned to their dorm around eight and tried the door. It was unlocked. Jackpot. Wait, where did I pick that up from? He did a quick sweep of a few rooms to no avail, he even opened the closet for some reason. When he did, Noli’s scent from his clothing inhaled into his nostrils.
“Oh my fuck–” His knees buckled and he clenched his stomach in a manner to stabilize himself. He looked back up at Noli’s collection of different purple shaded jackets. His head spinned. He remembered something important at that moment. Oh fucking finally, I can get my suppressants.
He weakly stumbled to his own room and hastily opened his bedside drawer where he kept all sorts of tablets and pills. He rummaged through the contents to no avail. Where the fuck are they? His physical state worsened as he could feel slick sticking to his boxers, he let out a groan. It seems like he would have to go on this mission without the help of his trusty medicine.
His mind drifted to Noli.
‘Aw, look at you, so helpless, horny like a feral animal. I could do whatever I wanted to you right now and you have no way of resisting. But you’d like that, wouldn’t you?’ Noli tucked Seven’s hair behind his hair and caressed his cheek.
‘Feeling needy, Sev?’ This imagined version of Noli teased.
Noli smiled condescendingly as he rubbed on Seven’s horns dotingly. ‘Only I can truly satisfy your pathetic desires. No one else.’
“Fucking hell!” Seven cursed out and slapped himself out of this strange horny trance. Seriously, he hadn’t experienced a cycle in ages. He didn’t recall it being this out of control.
Seven put himself back on track. He concluded that Noli left early for class which was a shocker. Normally, finding Noli wouldn’t be hard. The problem was they barely shared any courses this semester which meant avoiding Seven was actually incredibly easy if Noli wanted to commit to it. And judging from the complete radio silence since last night, Noli definitely will avoid Seven like the plague. However, Seven had one major advantage, after living together for years, Seven had accidentally memorized Noli’s entire schedule. Mostly because Noli complained about it constantly, but a win is a win.
So at exactly 11:52 AM, Seven stood outside the art building pretending not to lurk suspiciously near the classroom door. Students slowly started pouring out once the lecture ended. Seven spotted Noli almost immediately. He was wearing his usual purple hoodie accompanied by headphones around his neck. His half mask looked pristine as ever. For a second, Seven forgot what he planned to say. He locked in just as Noli looked up to meet his gaze. He immediately turned around.
“Oh, come on!” Seven whined, jogging after him. “Noli!” Noli kept walking.
“Noli.”
“Nols.”
That at least earned him a glare over the shoulder. “Don’t call me that.”
Seven caught up to Noli. God, his fucking scent. “W-Why are you acting like I killed your family?” He stuttered on himself, caught off guard by the strong pleasant fragrance.
Noli accused. “You’re stalking me outside my class.” Totally not creepy for your roommate to have your schedule memorized to a T.
“I’m not stalking you.”
“You literally memorized my schedule.”
“Not my fault you complained about it all year.”
Noli kept walking faster, Seven caught up beside him anyway. “C-Can you stop trying to escape me for like two seconds?”
“I’m not trying to escape you.” What’s he stuttering for? Noli noticed Seven’s out of nowhere struggle in his ability to speak properly. He fails to mention it and decides to observe instead.
“You turned around like you saw the fucking grim reaper.”
“That’s dramatic.”
“You’ve ignored me for twelve hours.” Seven whined.
“That’s not even that long.” Noli dismissed.
“For us it is.” That made Noli fluster ever so slightly but Seven picked up on it. Okay, you can do it. Seven reassured himself in his head, he was here for a reason and he was going to do what he meant to do, even if his cycle was sabotaging his game severely.
“Okay, look, I’m sorry.” Seven apologized with a softer voice than normal.
Noli shifted into suspicion almost instantly. “For what.”
“Stuff.” Seven half-assed his reply.
“That’s not an answer.” Noli sighed.
“You’ve been ignoring me! Please Nols, tell me what I did so I can be sorry for real.” Seven pleaded, he seemed genuine, to Noli’s surprise.
Noli pondered and thought and thought about telling him. Telling Seven how he felt would undoubtedly change everything and he wasn’t sure if he was ready for that commitment. He looked at Seven’s face closely and noticed all his features. He studied Seven’s pleading expression, looking up at him with unfiltered remorse yet he couldn’t bring himself to do it. “Sev, it’s fine. Just forget about all this. Let’s go for some drinks tonight, all right?”
Seven figured this was a held back answer. It was unsatisfying. He would have to dig deeper into their relationship and Noli as a person to prick and pry into what he’s been keeping inside this entire time. It wouldn’t be easy but he was willing to play the long game. Nevertheless he was excited about this opportunity, drinks with Noli meant he could get something raw out of him, he just needed to stay a bit more sober.
Coming to this conclusion, he said, “Oh sure! Don’t ditch me Nols, I’ll see you at the usual, 7PM.” He gave Noli an unflattering wink. Noli replied with an acknowledging nod and smile. This would be his golden ticket.
Seven put on his most fashionable–, scratch that, it was fine at its best. His outfit was mostly composed out of old clothes he's had for ages and a cuff he bought for cheap as an accessory. He wasn’t much of a fashionista anyway and Noli was aware of that so what did it matter. Seven sat at the bar and gestured at the bartender that he’d order once his date was here. Is that what this was? A date?
The bar was rundown, cheap. Not the most fancy, however it’s one of the few that’d serve adult teenagers under twenty-one without question. Seven tapped his nails on the counter, impatient. It was 7:09 and no sign of his beloved roommate. He looked back at the entrance every few minutes. Where is he? Seven picked up his cellphone and began ringing Noli. He rung him twice, all for it to go to voicemail. He scratched the back of his neck nervously before deciding to send him a couple of messages.
Seven: nols im hjere r u otw
Seven: yo? plz
Definitely doesn’t sound desperate. He reassured himself. He thought back to the conversation and thought about if Noli had gotten all the details of their arranged meeting that was ‘not a date’ correctly. What if he’s ignoring me again? No, he’s probably just running late, yeah. Yeah. A few more minutes and it was still a no-show. Anxiety ran through him, he really didn’t want to be stood up, after all he had a masterplan to get Noli to spill and all that planning would’ve been for nothing. As he was about to suppress an incoming panic attack, he heard the entrance doors swing open. Seven turned around, his tail wagged and hit the counter.
Noli was wearing a well-stitched golden accent violet long sleeved polo with the top button open and sleeves rolled up barely above his elbows, styled beautifully with numerous accessories that complimented his features, hair and mask. Seven waved him over with a grin. Seven celebrated internally that he got Noli to show.
Noli smiled and sat next to him, easing into the seat. “Yo, Sev.”
“Noli!” Seven stood up and hugged him, Noli laughed.
“Did you really miss me that much?” Noli smirked at him with half lidded eyes. He was talking strangely.
Seven dropped back into his seat. “Oh, fuck you!” Seven laughed back. Just like old times. He gawked at Noli’s exposed collarbone, smooth bone lines that made you imagine how defined his body was under the clothing.
“Ah, fuck, Sev,” Noli put his head down on the counter.
“Ey? What’s up?” asked Seven.
“Nothing, o-order a few beers for us.” That’s when Seven picked up on it.
“Holy shit, Nols. Did you come here drunk?” Seven chuckled at first but it sank in. Why was Noli out drinking already? Was he alone? Or with someone else? Jealousy stabbed his heart but he kept his cool. He had to play his cards right and not scare Noli off like last time. “Were you drinking?” He tried to ask calmly.
“What’s it matter to you? Weren’t you off fucking Elliot?” Noli hadn’t meant for that to slip.
“Huh? Elliot?”
“Fuck! Shit! Nevermind Sev. Just get those drinks. Please?” Seven called the bartender over and ordered them two beers. Seven couldn’t help but feel pissed off. This felt like some manner of disrespect. Noli showed up drunk when they were supposed to get drunk together.
“Here,” Seven put a drink in Noli’s hand. He lingered on the contact of their hands for a second longer than necessary.
He raised his head up. “Thanks! Seven!” Noli thanked drunkenly.
Seven raised his beer and hit it against Noli’s. “Cheers.” A thought hit him. Even if the jealousy was overbearing, he could set it aside and still execute his plan which was to get Noli to tell the truth at his most vulnerable state. Not the most ethical, but he’s done worse. “So……” He began humbly.
“What’s up Sev?” asked Noli. Seven looked to the floor.
“Just, drinking. Having fun with you.” Seven couldn’t just ask him head on, he needed some sort of build up in order to establish rapport.
“I love having fun with you, Sev.” Noli sipped his drink before looking ahead at the array of displayed ‘budget-friendly’ wine and alcohol. “Love Sev,” he muttered to himself, Seven’s ear barely caught it but it did.
“Say what?”
“Love beer, dude.” Noli said with a straight face before laughing. It feels good to be the obnoxious one. Noli sneered to himself.
Seven was sure of what he heard but decided against pushing his point. He took a chug out his bottle and let it clank as it set down. He drank it fast which let the alcohol settle faster. His tolerance was always shit, but drinking was good. Being drunk was being numb and happy. “Love that good shit yeah.”
A couple rounds pass, and Seven completely forgets his objective. He’s down several beers (he lost count) while Noli’s downed double not including what he had before Seven. He’s supposed to be here, investigating Noli but he let his own feelings get the better of him. Is this what fucking empathy feels like? He felt jealous like Noli was yesterday, he understands that much.
Is this Noli’s way of revenge? Seven always had assumed he was Noli’s number one, the only one. But apparently he had trusted his drunk self around someone else other than Seven. He wasn’t supposed to be getting jealous, not like this, not now, but he can’t help his feelings. All he can do is chug and drool at Noli’s face and body. And scent.
“Noli, you’re..” Seven cuts out, feeling tipsy.
“Haha, Sev. What? I’m what?” Their faces were unusually close. Noli could smell the reek of beer from Seven’s breath. “Fucking say it.”
“W-Woah there! Where’s all that aggro coming from?” Seven smirked in Noli’s face, their noses close to contact. Noli put a hand on the side of Seven’s head. Seven made a small uncontrolled noise under the touch. He was getting hormonal again.
“Finish your sentence,” Noli caressed him and stared into his eyes, “What were you saying?”
Seven’s face was flushed pink, unclear whether that effect was caused by the alcohol or Noli’s touch. “You’re....”
Noli breathed heavily as he was carrying Seven over his shoulder. A loud slam reverberated through their dark unlit shared dorm. They both limped into Noli’s room before Noli shut the door.
“Hah, I thought this place was off-limits for me.” Seven smartly remarked before being thrown on to the bed. Seven’s own scent had gotten so overwhelming that Noli picked up on it. Noli crawled on top of him.
“Shut it,” Noli silenced him with a breathtaking kiss, using his slender serpent-like tongue to explore his mouth’s space. “Fuck, you don’t know how long I’ve waited for this.” He roughly pinned Seven down, savoring his labored intoxicated breaths. Noli admired the moonlight shining on Seven’s face. He looks good.
“Wanna know something I found out, Sev?” Noli gazed into Seven’s lust filled irises.
“Yeah?” Seven said breathily, his tail curling around Noli needily. Wet slick clung and pooled in his underwear.
“Look at what I found,” Noli said in a sing-song tone. He pulled out from his pockets Seven’s long lost heat suppressant medicine. “How come you’ve never mentioned this to me?” He basically cornered Seven.
Fuck. Fuck. “Hah, haha, haha!” Seven couldn’t think of anything to say so he just laughed. He knew hadn’t misplaced those. Noli’s a bastard. He had come up with a plan of his own.
“I wanted to see how desperate you could get without these.” The pills inside the container rattled as Noli shook them derisively in front of Seven, “This is what you get for keeping secrets I should know.”
“Sorry, Nols.” Seven grinned up jeeringly. Maybe he did want Noli to find out one way or another.
Noli unbuckled himself, dropping his studded belt letting it clank on the floor. Seven raised his arms up, allowing Noli to rid him of his shirt. His crimson tail twitched in excitement.
“I would be excited too.” Seven was too cocky for his own good, Noli knew he would put him in his rightful place. Noli tugged down Seven’s pants and underwear, leaving him stripped completely. His mouth watered at the sight at Seven’s wettened cunt, a tent forming in his own pants.
Seven grinned up at Noli, “Come on, what are you waiting for?” He grabbed onto Noli’s arms, settling himself down. Noli’s head spun from the alcohol but if anything the dizziness made this a hundred times better. He raised up a finger, and rubbed Seven’s pussy slowly. He raised another, used it to tease and play with his clit.
“More..Noli.. I can’t take it anymore,” Seven begged, Noli didn’t give in yet. He’s going to take his sweet sweet time. He continued teasing Seven’s cunt until tears prodded the corner of his eyes.
“Is someone needy? Adorable,” Noli mocked. His hand movements were sloppy but it was getting the job done; riling Seven up.
Seven dug his nails into Noli’s arms, “Fucking finger me already,” he moaned, his cunt throbbing feeling empty of filling. The drinks had developed their interactions to be more crass, not that either of them minded the straightforwardness. It was relieving over second guessing what every sentence meant.
“Anything for my boy,” Noli cooed. He rubbed longer before considerately inserting his index finger, still allowing the other fingers to have fun with the exterior.
Seven moaned in dissatisfaction upon the intrusion, one finger was simply not enough. “N-Nols, you know I need more than that.”
“Aw, how cute,” Noli grinned down at him cunningly, “If you beg like a good boy, I’ll think about giving you what you crave, how does that sound, Sev?”
Seven nodded hastily, “Please, please, Elliot– I’ll do any–” Wait. Elliot? What the fuck?
Are you fucking serious? “Who’s fucking name did you say?” Noli said with gritted teeth. He was not going to let this slide.
Seven realized his mistake. “Wait– Nols, No, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say his name. I meant you. Nols,” Seven apologized profusely. His tears welled up increasingly, feeling even more desperate for Noli’s forgiveness.
“No, Sev. You don’t get to say sorry.” Noli strips himself of his bottom garments and puts a hand on Seven’s throat, pushing down. Seven chokes and is unable to reply properly but looks up at him helplessly. Noli’s cock, if you could even called it that, was exposed. It was a dark colored tendril with slick oozing down the sides. Seven’s heartbeat quickened, he wondered what sort of sensation he would take the delight of experiencing when that thing would claim its place inside.
“You’re seriously fucking moaning his name. He’s the reason I fucking locked you out of the dorm in the first place.” Seven let out a muffled noise and tapped on Noli’s arm, which lead to Noli easing his grip but not pulling away altogether. “What did I say 007n7? You don’t get to say sorry.”
Seven looked at Noli in despair. “Noli, fuck Elliot!--” He managed to blurt out, before Noli interrupted him by yanking his tail harshly. Seven gasped erotically, the pain felt oddly arousing.
“Oh so you like that, huh?” Noli didn’t bother with the finger preparation and lined up his cock with Seven’s pussy. “Don’t you dare even think of his name. The only name you’ll know is mine.” He growled into Seven’s ear on emphasizing the ‘mine’ part. His scent had now grown hypnotizing and impossible to resist. Did it get stronger because he was angry? It filled Seven’s body with a sense of ecstasy and his mind a numb relaxation.
“Noli, wait! You didn’t prepare–” Seven was cut off by a strong first thrust, he threw his head back. “Oh fuck, Noli!” Seven moaned out loud, inconsiderate to any of their neighbors who might be awoken in the dead of the night. The tendril slithered inside with ease, already moisturized.
Noli fucked him hard at an unforgiving pace.
“You’re mine Sev. I’ll breed your womb like the slut you are to make sure you know who you belong to.”
“Mine. Say who you belong to and I’ll consider going softer.”
“I’m going to ruin you till the only thing you can filter out in your brain of mush is who owns you, me.”
Seven clawed into Noli’s arms leaving scratch marks that bled. Seven was made breathless by being dirty talked and at the mind-numbing feeling of being fucked by Noli’s tentacle dick.
He was blessed with angry earfuls that went straight to his pussy, making wet slimy noises at each harsh trust. A fantastic new discovery that he loved how possessive Noli could get.
Noli grabbed the base of Seven’s horns and tugged. “Nols–Oh– Fuck! Nols–” The action turned Seven into an incoherent mewling mess if he already wasn’t one.
“Doesn’t take me less than a few glances to learn all your sweet spots.” His tendril writhed and plunged deeper into Seven’s cunt, exploring and filling every inch completely. Precum salivated at the tip of it, indicating Noli is nearing his release.
“Fuck I’m close, Sev,” Noli warned, “but you’ll take it all like a behaved slut, won’t you? You will. You don’t have a choice.”
“I’m close–too–,” Seven could barely get out. Noli’s dick was fucking him so rough his mouth barely had room for words being replaced by all assortments of moans, whines, and mewls.
Noli jerked his tail sternly forward to grab his attention, “Gonna breed your cunt and fill you up with my kids,” he cupped Seven’s face aggressively and forced him to look into his eyes, “you’re not allowed to spill a single drop.”
“Who fucking owns you, Seven?”
“You do! I’m your pathetic slut Noli!”
Noli pursued his own orgasm at a rough rhythm before calming down as he spilled his seed inside of Seven, stuffing his womb. He heaved a final thrust before dropping down on Seven, panting heavily. Seven came shortly after, his squirt glossing and dripping all over Noli’s tendril.
“Noli..” Seven felt Noli’s weight on top of him. He wrapped his arms around him, his hands ghosting over the claw marks he gifted Noli, he gave a tight hug before fading into black unconsciousness.
Noli awoke to a grunt from Seven as he switched from sleeping on his left to his right. He was still fast asleep. I probably went too rough but, deserved. He looked out the window and discerned it must’ve been around early morning. His temple pulsed, the hangover was bad, but bearable. He’s been through worse. Seven lifted his arms up as he yawned. Noli turned back to him, and saw he was awake.
“Good morning.” Noli greeted and smiled knowingly. He was excited to see Seven’s reaction.
“Noli!? The fuck?!” Seven yelled and looked around, his head turning swiftly side to side, “How am I back in here? I thought you hated me..” Seven’s tail was tucked downwards, seeming sad.
Did he seriously forget?