Dethentines 2024 Day 5
In the style of a romance novel
So, uh, because I'm not a reader of romantic novels @mirrorshards suggested I use a manga for today which I thought was better for me because I'm infinitely more knowledgeable in that field. That said, she still ended up helping me choose a title...
And like that, have a Skwistok version of the BL Therapy Game. This entry is a little more suggestive than the others, so take that as a warning. It was definitely challenging to adapt this story to these two for a handful of reasons but I think I managed! So, here we go~
Skwisgaar was used to messing around.
With women, with men, it was all the same to him. None of them really meant anything to him besides temporary fun and a good distraction.
And so, he didn’t think of anything different when this guy Toki walked around, weeping about his girlfriend who dumped him for somebody else. He was drinking his heart away for different reasons, anyway. His best friend and companion, the guitar, didn’t want to hang out with him these days.
Not that this guy would understand.
“Ahhh!!” Toki cried into his hands. “Linda, whys…you ams- hic- you ams the love of my lives…”
“T’ere, t’ere…” Pickles patted his back sympathetically while giving his friends a look.
Toki tried to reach for a half-empty bottle of Red Label, but Nathan grabbed it before he did. “I think you’ve drunk enough, buddy.”
“No ways!” Toki exclaimed, barely able to keep his body straight. “I wants to…I wants to drinks untils I die!”
“He’sch way over the line.” Murderface said with crossed arms and disdain on his face.
“Ja…” Skwisgaar agreed. “He shouldks probables gets goings.”
His three friends stared at him while Toki kept rambling like a drunkard.
“Whats?” Skwisgaar was confused.
“Well…” Pickles glanced to the side.
“You brought him over to us.” Nathan said, eyelids heavy but still stoic.
“Whats?!”
“Yeah!” Murderface pointed accusingly. “Thisch isch your fault!”
“Are you fuckings-”
“Whats ams you alls talkings abouts?!” Toki cried. “Nothings- hic- matters! Nothings matters but Lindas!” He threw his hands into the air. “Oh, Lindas, why!”
“God damns it…” Skwisgaar pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Lindaaaaaa…”
“‘S okey, Toki.” Pickles rubbed his back. “Skwisgaar will teik you home, right, Skwisgaar?”
“Fucks you.” Skwisgaar whispered to his friend. “Fines!” He slung Toki’s arm around his shoulder and picked him up. “Let’s goes home, cries babies.”
“Have fahn! But not too much fahn!”
“Yeah, definitely not too much fun.”
“Eschpeschially not too much fun.”
Skwisgaar rolled his eyes as he carried the babbling Toki away. Why did he have to take care of the idiot?!
–
At the end, Toki was so incoherent that Skwisgaar had to drop him at a hotel, because he didn’t remember his address. He was feeling a little sorry for him, though, so he watched over him until he stopped weeping against the pillow. This wasn’t the first time he had looked after a drunk person, anyway.
“Dids you calms down alreadies?” He asked, when Toki was staring at the ceiling silently. “I wants to goes home, you knows?”
Toki glanced at him, blinking. “Ams you?”
“Heugh?”
“You saids you was sads about de guitars…”
Skwisgaar was surprised Toki had remembered it in his state, but he shrugged it off. “Pfft, dat ams a differents kinds of lonelies nest.”
A grin spread across Toki’s face as he dragged Skwisgaar closer with his legs.
“W-Whats?” Skwisgaar asked in confusion, only now realizing how strong Toki was.
“Lonelies nest ams still lonelies.” He said before wrapping his arms around Skwisgaar. “Soes you gets a hugs.” His hand patted the back of Skwisgaar’s head.
“Eugh, lets goes…” Skwisgaar grumbled though he didn’t actually move away. “We amsn’t even friends…”
“We ams friends nows…” Toki squeezed him by the waist, his lips brushing with Skwisgaar’s ear dangerously. “Rights?” He whispered.
Surprised, Skwisgaar pulled away. Toki’s expression had abruptly changed, from friendly and innocent to dark and suggestive.
“Heys…” He cupped Skwisgaar’s face sweetly. “It ams fines to wants to be spoileds, you knows?”
What…?
In slow motion, Toki’s eyelids fell shut and his face began to grow closer. It’s not like Skwisgaar wasn’t used to being hit on by strangers constantly…
Wasn’t he straight though?
“You ams too drunks…” He tried to resist but Toki’s grip on him didn’t relent. Reluctantly, Skwisgaar let their lips meet and it was like a surgeon of electricity spread inside his entire body, shocking him.
Bewitched, Skwisgaar wrapped his arms around Toki’s neck, giving into it. He had never experienced such enticing tenderness before and he was swiftly growing addicted to it. Toki’s hands, lips, eyes on him…
Even if he had wanted to pull away, he wouldn’t have been able to.
He never wanted Toki to let him go now.
–
“Sorries…” Toki apologized the morning after. “I acts stupids sometimes when Is drunks…I don’ts remembers anythings…”
Skwisgaar was baffled. Seriously? The one time sex felt meaningful for him, the other party didn’t even remember it?
What kind of sick joke was that?
He cleared his throat. “I sees…” He said, unclasping his black leather choker from his neck. “You was pretties wasteds last nights soes…”
“Ja…” Toki seemed genuinely apologetic. “I never learns…”
“It amsnt your faults.” Skwisgaar gently grabbed him by the wrists and Toki looked up. “You gots brokeneds hearts.”
Toki’s eyes had a glimmer of hope. “Soes your forgives-”
“Hows ever.” Skwisgaar interrupted him, blue eyes piercing into blue. “Ams not letting last nights turns into nothingks.” With one smooth movement, he straddled Toki’s naked torso.
“W-Whats?” Toki’s eyes widened.
“You don’ts remembers?” Skwisgaar leaned towards him. “Dat ams fine. Alls makes you remembers…” He began undoing the button of Toki’s pants.
“Waits a minutes-”
“Nice and slows…” Skwisgaar continued, his fingers trailing along the zipper.
“I-I don’t wants to!” The panic was beginning to show in Toki’s face.
Skwisgaar smirked. “So you gets to takes advantages of someones and then refuse to acks knowledge? Dat amsn’t nice.”
“Dat’s not-” When Skwisgaar was about to shove a hand inside, he yelled. “Stops!”
It took a few seconds for Skwisgaar to figure he had fallen out of the bed and that the flashing pain on his stomach was from being kicked by Toki’s feet.
“Eugh…what ams you a monsters…” He groaned, doubling over.
Toki rolled to his side and stood up, a look of disappointment in his face. “Ams you always likes dis?” His breathing was visibly hitched. “Always being doings whats you wants? Beings spoileds?”
Skwisgaar squinted. “Whats?”
With barely any effort, Toki untied the choker from his wrists and threw it on the bed. “I thoughts we coulds be pals, but you ams a jerks.” He grabbed his clothes and walked towards the door before turning back. “And you ams gonna be all alones your holes lives!” The door was slammed behind him.
Stunned, Skwisgaar sat up. Did that crybaby runt just walk out on him?
–
“Fuckings dildos! Who ams he? What ams he- What de fucks!” Skwisgaar slammed his glass against the counter. “I hates him!”
“Dood, Skwisgaar, he was a guy mournin’ his girlfriend. Why did you even lay your hands on him?” Pickles took a sip of his bottle. “We told ya naht to have too much fahn with him.”
“I didn’ts-”
“Yeah, Skwisgaar, he was obviously straight.” Nathan added. “You gotta raise your standards, dude.”
“I wasn’ts-”
“Not everyone isch gay, Schkwisgaar.” Murderface said. “You schould remember that, I mean, you’re friensch with me and I’m not gay. I love ladiesch and titsch.”
They all went silent.
“Anyways, I didn’t starts anythingks, okeis?” Skwisgaar said. “He ams de ones whats jumps at my arms and has his ways wif mes. Ams innocents dis times.”
“This time…” Pickles rolled his eyes. “How many times have ye been tha one on tha other side of this cahnundrum, huh?”
“Yeah, why are you suddenly mad about this? You’re always breaking people’s hearts.”
“Eugh…”
“You’re a fucking schlut isch what you are!”
Skwisgaar buried his head in his arms. This was the opposite from being encouraging, they were just dogpiling on him.
“Just forget about tha dood. You’ll find someone new in no tahm. In fact, by tonight, even.” After a moment, Pickles added. “Guess there’s really people even Skwisgaar can’t seduce, huh.”
“He went too far.” Nathan agreed.
“Too smug.” Pickles continued.
“Too arrogant!” Murderface finished.
“Alrights, you know whats?” Skwisgaar sat straight, suddenly determined. “Dats it, alls does it!”
The other three stared at him like he was insane. “Do whet?” Pickles asked.
“Ams gonna makes dat stupid straights guys falls for me.” He raised his glass, smirking. “And dens alls breaks his hearts. Dat will teaches hims, nobody messes with Skwisgaar.”
While Nathan and Murderface shook his head in disapproval, Pickles snuck a hand inside his packet. “Well, I wasn’t gonna tell ye but if ye’re so hellbent on acting stoopid…” When he pulled out his hand, there was some sort of card on it. “He dropped this yesterday, mind givin’ it beck?”
Skwisgaar grabbed the card and inspected it closely, smiling when he recognized the item. It was Toki’s ID.
Perfect.
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Vlad can't believe he's sitting here without his shirt in front of Leander again! He has to remind himself over and over again that he does all this to help Ji Ho, Saiwa and Jack. And that this is just a game. Just. A. Game.
After a while (that already took much too long if you asked Vlad) Leander had banged the rock into a rough shape.
Time to take measurements.
Leander: "So where is what..."
Hahaha Leander can be happy that Vlad already drifted off ^^'
Then he banged around a bit more...
Leander: "Let's see..."
Leander, after another while: "Hmmm..."
Leander: "Oh-oh. This part is a bit too long."
The Queen wants her statues accurate.
Leander: "Let's shorten this part a bit..."
And then he was finally finished!
Leander: "Come - take a look."
Vlad finally drifted back. He just daydreamed about making a certain part of Leander a bit shorter!
Leander: "What do you think?"
The damn statue looked nothing like him! The head and the face even looked like all the other heads here on the pedestals!
Leander: "Of course he does! He's made in the image and likeness of you!"
Leander is hurt. No one ever dared to criticize his work.
And Vlad is furious. Leander could have easily done this without him sitting here for hours in humiliation! Tch!
Vlad collected his money, bougt some food and called Diablo.
Vlad: "Let's never look back."
Diablo: 'Agreed.'
'We walked him to the station in the rain
We kissed him as we put him on the train
And we sang him a song of times long gone
Though we knew that we'd be seeing him again
(Far away!) I'm sad to say I must be on my way
So buy me beer or whiskey, 'cause I'm going far away
(Far away!)
I'd like to think of me returning when I can
To the greatest little boozer and to Sally MacLennane'
The Pogues - Sally MacLennane
TMI: Sally MacLennane is an irish stout (beer) and not a girl ^^'
And this is how Vlad hastily left Goldshire (and soon after the Therapy Game). He'd seen enough. Time to report back to Saiwa.
He surely won't come back here so he didn't care who saw him topless. He wonders how time had passed for the others. Ingame time often passes much faster than in reality and the Bond didn't complain or demanded to be charged. So his guess is he only spent here a few hours real time even though it had been ~ 24 hours in the Therapy Game. That should be enough for playtesting. It seems quite safe (minus the embarrassment) but the others can decide for themselves if they are stable enough to try it.
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