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I will not make this look pretty later, don't believe me it's all a lie

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INVENTORY:

-The Punisher: Wolfwood's cross gun, normally covered in wrappings.
INFO from the mods on use so I don't forget: The cross-gun will be able to fire regular bullets (regains of these can be handwaved; silvered bullets can be purchased in the bonus AC store) just fine, without any special nerfs. The laser feature will be usable a max of 3 times a month.

-4 Vials of his Drugs(tm)
Info from the mods on use so I don't forget: Wolfwood can start with up to 5 vials of his Lab Drugs. More of these can be regained for the price of a Small Item (a maximum of 5 at once), but they will not work on other player characters for obvious reasons. Their healing ability will also be slightly nerfed to not heal anything instantaneously, but rather over a few minutes.
3/7: All Vials have been used. Will need to purchase replacements if he wants to use them again.
???: Forgot to put the date here but he's purchased more Vials, one has been used to he has 4 currently.

-A lighter

-A carton of cigarettes, more can be purchased/handwaved

-A winter coat that Heimr bullied him into purchasing

-A matching pair of boots for the coat

-A little knit wolf with sunglasses from Elsword.

-A blanket from Livio.

-A handgun with a wolf engraved on the handle.

-A black husky named Angelina

-A belt pouch to carry his regeneration vials with a cross emblazoned into the leather.

-Authentic rosary beads, with beads made from black glass and a heavy, silver cross pendant

-A black leather choker with a silver cross pendant, similar to the rosary

-A whole church(tm)

-A wool knit cat plushie from Pure Vanilla

-3 tomas chicks that currently live in Kiera's barn

-3 londonites

-Wolf skull shaped cufflinks

-A dagger for his "birthday" from Gnosis

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[Oh hi hot stuff... like yeah they fucked once before and he's been known but again: No wonder you have three partners and now one (1) friend? with benefits. Rival with benefits. Whatever.]

Probably. I just spent three hours killing myself. [You know, the doppelganger. And Wolfwood will probably know this is the real one because—] Look, you could go back to bed, but I think you're the only person who can rail the horny energy out of me.

[oNLY THE REAL FLAMEBRINGER COULD BE EXTREMELY HORNY ABOUT KILLING HIMSELF IN COMBAT.]

[Yeah hi he's not even pretending he tried to make himself look presentable before he came to get the door. Good to know you thing his disheveled ass is sexy, though.

Wolfwood is still, like, blinking like a lizard here as he stares at Flamebringer, slowly processing what he just said. Killing himself...okay, he means the Doppelganger. And yeah, this is DEFINITELY the real one because no Doppelganger on the planet would be like "you know how I can pretend to be this guy: by fucking"

He leans against the doorframe, one arm propped up at eye-level you know that way people stand in movies, as Wolfwood raises a brow at the Sarkaz.]

...you gonna let me top this time?

[Just watching Wolfwood like a hawk tbh... ignore the crossed arms and lashing tail, he's clearly insecure asking for help nbd.]

Sure, fine, whatever. You're the only one available, so I guess you can make the rules if you want.

[His tail is lashing. But—]

I don't think I have to tell you not to touch the crystals, do I? You know that already. Just don't do that, and then it's whatever you want I guess.

The only one, huh? You really must be desperate.

[Wolfwood sneers, then looks back into the house. Holds up a finger and disappears for a moment.

When he returns, he's haphazardly pulled on his blazer and pants so he isn't waltzing out dick-out into the outdoors.]

I know better than to touch your rocks, yeah. I got people tryna' sleep here, so we're doin' this at your place.

Ezell got shot through the gut a while ago, and I'm not going to go rail your pets. [Flamebringer just be normal and say "boyfriends" why are you like this. Anyway, he watches Wolfwood disappear and pull clothes on, brow-raises... but sure. Everyone here has seen your cock but sure. He'll start walking and lead the way back to the inn specifically.] Sure. I'm not waking Ezell or your fruity pet gardener, though, so we're headed to the inn.

[You can't see his REAL bedroom you're not level 50 fwbs with him.]

[His eyes widen a little when Flamebringer just casually drops Ezell getting shot, but he doesn't think he needs to ask how or why. They've had murderous doubles running around trying to kill everyone all month, they've all experienced the bad end of that at least once. Some of them just...didn't make it out the other end.

But he's not going to think about that now as he rolls his eyes and waves a hand as he closes the door behind him.]

Yeah yeah. Barely anybody lives there at this point anyway.

[The several people who do so still live there are going to have a rude awakening if they happen to live underneath Flamebringer, I'm so sorry-]

[lbr also, if Ain heard Flamebringer and Wolfwood getting nasty he'd open the door and squish himself into the middle, so. Good thing they're doing this at the inn where no one wants them to do this.

At least his old bedroom remains intact. It smells less and less like cigarette smoke and brimstone the longer he stays out of it. Anyway, after he double checks the top drawer of the nightstand...

He just sits on the edge of the bed. It's very unlike last time, since he's agreed to let Wolfwood have control.]

You're in charge, so at least try to do a good job.

[The mouthiness, though. That doesn't change.]

[Listen, if Flamebringer suddenly wasn't mouthy, Wolfwood would be convinced he was the doppelganger. But no, it's very clear that he has the real deal here with him. He's the only guy he knows that would be THIS fucking wired after dueling himself to the death, other than maybe Razlo.

Wolfwood doesn't immediately go for the drawer. Instead, he grins, toothy and wide as he stalks over to the edge of the bed where Flamebringer already sits.

He'll just take the liberty of planting his knee in the middle of the Sarkaz's chest, pushing him down so that he's laying flat on his back underneath him.]

There ain't gonna be any tryin', sweetheart. Hope you're ready to get your shit fucking rocked.

[He HAS to blow this asshole's mind, especially since he knows it's going to take 110$ of his energy to do so given that he can't exactly beat Mr. Two-Cocks over here.

From there, Wolfwood doesn't give him a chance to reply. He just surges forward and grabs him by the lapels, still half-crawled up on top of him, nearly seated on his chest given the angle as he crashes their mouths together in a bruising kiss.]

[Listen man he killed a version of himself and it took 3 hours and the adrenaline has not worn off, okay, if Himself had lived he might've dicked down with Himself but that did not happen. It's gotta be Wolfwood. Virtually the same person anyway.

Because he's letting Wolfwood do whatever in exchange for getting completely un-wired right now, he doesn't protest the knee on his chest or try to escape. He simply goes down, hitting the bed with a fwump — and when he opens his mouth to snark back at Wolfwood that he'd better leave marks if he really wants to make an impression, he's being kissed.

So. Can't complain, so far so good, but he's also not going to pillow princess through this. He's looping his tail into Wolfwood's belt loop and starting to tug, more of a passive hint than a bid to take them off already. And, because he can, he's going to force his tongue into Wolfwood's mouth, get fucked idiot. (Yes that's what y'all are doin.)]

[These two might be hate-fuck-buddies, but god damn if they aren't good kissers. Wolfwood is, like, not half-assing this here. He is giving Flamebringer as good as he's getting, and when he feels that tongue slip into his mouth, he'll readily open up to allow him access. Like, hi, please stick that tongue in as deep as you want demon boy. He wants to feel that piercing of yours clicking against the back of his teeth.

In the meantime, Wolfwood will blindly fumble to grab for his belt, the metal jingling as he undoes the front and quickly yanks them down, making sure to work them off before he gets too deep between Flamebringer's thighs since he knows he won't want to have to resurface to get them then.

After he's done that, he'll dig a little deeper, resting his whole body across Flamebringer's while he takes a hand to the unmarred side of his face, his hand pushing up through his hair so he can grab roughly at the side of it, fingers pulling and tugging his head upwards so Wolfwood can kiss his way down his throat once their kiss eventually breaks for air.]

[Hate-fuck-rivals-with-benefits— like hey, if the dick is good and you're both getting off...

Well, Flamebringer won't complain about the stripping at all. They should probably both do this, but the plot has been a little lost since they're too busy sucking face. He's obviously letting Wolfwood direct, but he'll start to edge off the guy's shirt at least. You will be naked when you rail him you testosterone-addled bear of a man.

What he's not expecting is to suddenly have his head yanked back, he doesn't know why since he was literally pinned by a knee a second ago, but it gets a short sound from him before a smirk spreads across his face.]

Hah. Look who knows how to command a bedroom after all.

[girl shut up you nearly lost last time y'all did this it was just your two dicks that cut his thoughts off, you ain't special]

Shut up...

[Wolfwood mutters, muffled against the skin of his neck, because yeah the only reason he rolled over the last time is because Flamebringer has two dicks, and two will always beat one, unfortunately. No matter how hung you are, you can't beat two. Two, which are underneath Wolfwood and are shockingly not the star of the show currently, but it does mean Wolfwood has to compensate a bit to make up for where he lacks. Ergo, he's kissing and biting your neck, asshole.

Pants are off, so now he has to blindly do the same for Flamebringer (how does he fucking do anything with that tail, said the guy who is going to get two different tails in the span of a week here) and definitely probably gets his pants stuck trying to get them off.]

[Ah yes, Wolfwood lacks a tail and would not know tail facts, like the fact that his pants have a button on the back solely for the tail-hole. It's fine, Flamebringer will shove him back (gently, for once) and actually take the time to guide his hands back there.]

There's a button there. See?

[And then everything will be easier to take off, and while he's sitting up he might as well help with his shirt too. Enjoy seeing two dicks beginning to poke out of the folds of his sheath there, Wolfwood.]

[He lacks a tail for now. Can't wait until he becomes dragon and has to go to Ain like :( Can you fix all my pants I can't put them on anymore and it sucks-

Wolfwood makes a face when Flamebringer pushes him back, only for that scowl to soften a bit when he realizes he's trying to help. Ah, right...

He'll get the button undone after Flamebringer helps (which, weird he guided him instead of doing it himself, why does that make Wolfwood feel some kind of way), and yes he absolutely has not missed those two cocks peeking out to say hello as he gets him undressed.]

...I seriously don't know how you keep those things your pants.

[He asks as he re-situates himself back on top now that they're both marginally less clothed.]

[Look man if you're Going to bang him in the future you need to know how his pants come off— if he were feeling more fighty he wouldn't have helped okay, but he's been pacified. So he'll be Nice this once.]

It's a sheath. They go back in, it's not like I have to walk around with shit hanging out all the time like you.

[It means a kick between the legs won't entirely disable him! An advantage in combat—]

Well believe me, I'd love to not have my sensitive bits exposed all the time, but you take what you can get.

[Anyway, now Wolfwood has Flamebringer's pants off after minimal difficulty, meaning he's got full reign to do what he pleases. He knows Flamebringer is still wired from murdering his other-half in glorious combat, so he probably won't be patient enough to wait for much foreplay before getting stuffed, but...

Fuck you, he wants to touch your sheath. He needs to stretch him anyway, and what better lubricant is there than the slick those folds are able to produce?]

Can't believe I'm sayin' this, but I'm kinda jealous.

[He mutters, pressing his fingers into the edges of the sheath where his cocks meet the inside.]

[Normally he likes foreplay, so Wolfwood's allowed. It's early in the morning and it's just them, they've got time to kill... the question is if Wolfwood wants his frenemy with benefits to get foreplayed, or if he just wants to rail him so they can both go to bed.

Either way, Flamebringer suddenly bucks his hips up into Wolfwood's fingers, a brief noise of shock and pleasure rippling from his chest.]

Nngh... yeah, I bet.

[He's getting harder by the second here. It's not going to take long for him to slip fully out, and his piercings will glint softly in the low light. Since they're on pre-lubricating dicks, they, too, are fucking soaked.]

Mmm...y'like that?

[Despite his usual grumpiness, he can't help but smirk at the reaction, the way Flamebringer's hips buck up into his hand like that. It prompts him to angle it a little so his cocks can slip past and between his fingers.

Yeah okay he's definitely doing some foreplay now.]

You're soaked.

[Catch him with his face red because Wolfwood is enjoying this (how dare he enjoy the consensual sex, how dare he like what he sees grr grr grr), and also that part where he's getting his cocks touched and his sheath fingered. That, too, is flustering him.]

Sh... shut up.

[There's not much strength to that statement. Just a groan, and then he turns his head and half-buries it in the pillow, though he does watch Wolfwood with one bright eye.]

You're lucky I'm... nhhg... letting you explore.

[Damn. What's this asshole so pretty for? It's not fucking fair. Wolfwood, of course, is still grinning like the cat that caught the canary. Yet, despite his smugness, Wolfwood is shockingly gentle. He's working his fingers against Flamebringer like he's a lover, and not out of some sort of obligation.

Like wow, he's enjoying this? Fucked up, truly.]

Oh, you're lettin' me?

[He's teasing as he twists his wrist, rubbing the pads of his index and middle finger along the edge of that sheath, dragging them up the base of one cock while his thumb comes up to rub at the head of the other.

Prepping? You're supposed to be prepping? Wolfwood prep this man's asshole-]

[Almost like knocking on someone's door at 2am demanding they fuck the "I just killed myself" combat-wired energy out of you is Less Weird when you kinda jive in bed. Like trust him he would've found another guy to rail if he didn't find that he's Sort Of Into the way he and Wolfwood get on in bed. It's called Compatibility or something.

Psychology (source needed) aside... he really does debate kicking Wolfwood, but refrains if only because he both a) invited him over in the first place and b) was the one who actually agreed to let Wolfwood be in charge, so. Even if he's pillow-princessing, even if Wolfwood's being an asshole, he's taking it all in stride. Normally he'd be flipping the guy over by now (says local man who is known to switch but rejects the notion that he could Ever do that even though there is So Much Evidence).

Anyway, he goes to speak and snap at Wolfwood and then there's very suddenly fingers against the ridges on his dick and he full-stop moans about it, like, a real one and not one he manages to muffle in time. His tail lashes briefly like a pissed-off cat, even though he is... really not all that mad.]

Yes, I'm letting you. [But speaking of that tail, and after a brief delay...] The tail is sensitive too, especially around that notched part with the hole. ...You know, if you were wondering.

[He wonders why he's telling Wolfwood this at all.]

[WHY INDEED…like bro you are just giving him more ammo, he has a free hand.

Because yeah, he is immediately going for that tail now that he’s aware it’s safe to touch, tentatively feeling over the smooth ridges along its length.]

Ohh, so now you tell me.

[Rub rub…god he really wants to put his mouth on these. He has to be normal because Flamebringer asked to be railed, not for a blowjob. Even if he likes to think he can give mad head-

He slides his fingers back down into his sheath again, finally gathering up enough slick so that he can migrate to his entrance and start working him open before he gets TOO much more distracted.]

Good to know.

[If Wolfwood INSISTS on foreplay he will KNOW how to do it properly, thinks Flamebringer in some attempt to tell himself he's having a terrible time despite being the one who asked to get railed in the first place. Buddy your toxic masculinity isn't serving you here.

Anyway, the second his spine arches — because it does, of course it does, he's so keyed up that he's almost over-reacting to things — Flamebringer breathes a huff at himself and grabs the second pillow from the bed and just. Plants it over his face. Do not look at him.]

Sh-shove it. I had to tell you before you bored me half to death.

[Why do you lie so much.]

Uh huh...your body don't seem too bored, now does it?

[He's already slipping his fingers in up to the first knuckle inside of Flamebringer, and honestly? If the guy didn't have that pillow mashed into his face, he'd probably kiss him. He doesn't need to. He doesn't even know why he wants to. Maybe because he wants to see the way his face scrunches up and gets redder when he does.

But he will be "nice" and continue to work him open, scissoring and stretching his fingers apart so he can sufficiently get him all lubed up inside.]

[He could do this. Just remove the pillow, ez. Flamebringer won't fight on it, at least.

...

Although he does eventually have to slide it up enough to breathe, because he's smothering himself, and his quickened breaths are not drawing enough oxygen. It's still halfway over his face for a moment before he gives up and decides the pillow isn't worth it.

Instead, his forearm is over his eyes. Do not look at him do not perceive him.]

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