#idea-stealing-kink #miscommunication #rpf #toxic-yaoi #orange #nsfw RPF RULES!!! don't share with the original people!!! don't like don't read!!! ORANGE FIC. THERE WILL BE NO PART 2. make that if you want that... heh... Freak, Out. ------------------------------------------- zabrak's pusher pounded with jealousy and hatred as he saw the chitts flow in. cronus' ask box, always full to bursting of inquisitive and dashing askers, was overflowing once again. "are you having another movie night?" he responded affirmatively, and detailed the plans. no. this would not stand. HE would not let this stand. zabrak's prongs were faster than his pan and he posted the chitt without warning. he was already out the door and into the fading night before he could see cronus' response because he just didn't care. he needed this guy gone. NOW. to steal the wind from his sails was a death sentence. meanwhile, smoking on his balcony, cronus fiddled with his palmhusk, which let out the melodic sounds of crooners and jazz as rain fell. a fog had rolled in, creating a moody, humid atmosphere. how he wished to have someone to kiss and fondle. chasing spider webs and fat tail was leading him nowhere, and he was getting even more desperate than usual. suddenly, the front door slammed as it was kicked down. he turned, but he was too late. with incredible speed, zabrak smashed through the glass doors and pounced on cronus. the metal bars dug into his backside, ringing with the impact. his pack of marlboro reds shot out of his pocket and down to the ground, but he couldn't lament this loss just yet. "YOU TOOK EVERYTHING FROM ME!!!" zabrak screamed, grabbing cronus by his popped collar. coy as ever, cronus chuckled and asked, "whaddya mean...baby?" with a curious smoulder on his face. through his white shirt, zabrak could feel his pusher running like a racebuggy, his entire body tense like he was prepared to run at any moment. "shut up." zabrak punched him across his face, knocking the cigarette out of his mouth. cronus paused in that position, letting out a held breath before turning back to him. the violet mark on the side of his face looked like it belonged there the whole time. so perfect. NO!!! this was for movie night. THIS WAS FOR HIS FRIENDS!!! zabrak went for another punch, but it landed somewhere else instead of his face. cronus had caught his fist in his hand all smooth like. "g-ghk! how...?!" "heh," cronus said, "nobody...puts me in the corner..." over his palmhusk speakers, troll peggy lee started playing. slowly, cronus reached up to zabraks hair, solid hands cradling the back of his crown, then gripping a fistful of hair. zabrak was frozen in shock. the rain kept falling. "you're invited to movie night," he whispered, moving in. "anytime, baby." zabrak's face flushed purple before he wrenched himself away from the seadweller. "n-no! i...i have a matespirit!" "then hate me. you have a place in your pusher for that." "i can't keep doing this." zabrak rushed out, glass crunching under his shoes as he left. cronus slumped down to the ground, letting out a laugh. he fished through his sylladex for the second box of marlboros and lit another cigarette. just another lonely night... but for just a moment... maybe... there could have been one less lonely boy...







