Chapter 97

Another!

Warning: OOC, random craziness, Error past dark abuse, many other troubles if mention, cursing, killing, dark themes, racism mention, stuff children/teen shouldn't do, profanity, self-harm, suicidal moments, cheating, sexual moments mentioned, violence, smoking, drugs, alcohol, guns mention, animal death, cringe, bullying, yandere, possible musical/singing moments and bad flirts.

Error/Moxxie speaking

Voices/flashback/Text

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"What the fuck?"

"Yeah." Moxxie huffed in annoyance as he told Striker what happened in Greed a few days ago. Well, besides the raffle ticket thing that happened at that mall. But do tell him about Chad, along with that card now that he realized it was a phone number.

It was Chad right? Or was it something with a Z?

"Like this punk had a chance." Striker sneered as he crumbled it up. Toss it behind him. Glance at him. "Did he try to do anything else?"

"It was just mostly him talking and offered to go to 'downtown'."

"You had no idea what that mean did you?"

"No, but I didn't like it at all. Made me very uncomfortable." Didn't realize their tail wrapped closed against him.

"Should have shot him in the crotch." Or even gone feral to tear into them. No, he should have gone with them and ripped this piece of shit junk off. "Did they touch you at all?"

"No, I was avoiding all that. I was also just in fight, scan mode in a sense." Which does help in way with their phobia. Pros along with negatives since they don't want too always be in it.

Be alert to fight even if it Hell they are living in.

"Well, if I will put in a 'complaint' if these mafias ever do lend a hand. That this Chaz one not be sent."

"Millie, Blitz already agreed Chad shouldn't be allowed."

"Who was the Don?"

"Don?"

"The boss. The Don usually like the head of their 'family'."

"Eh it was something to do with red. Coral? Scarlet? Ruby?"

"This is a guy, right?"

"Very much. Wine?"

"Wine?"

"There is like red wine. Um something around that theme." A small shrug. "I really wasn't paying attention to the imp. Just was in, next minute out and was talking about money issues."

"Money issues?"

"Overheard him something about a budget were wanting IMP possible extra money."

"Well, good thing out that messed to not be our issue." Striker mentally cursed as they'll have to be careful. Way back was hired by one of the mafias in Greed. Just to take care of someone since they didn't need any of their men out at that time. Got their pay and left after that when declining a position to work for them.

Got enough on their plate then be dragged down by one those groups. Even if the Mafias can be quite a powerful group in Greed with their ties to the underworld. Still, if one group starts to weaken many will charge in to take over.

Plus, the smug air is terrible in those areas.

"Yeah." Roll their shoulders a bit.

"Want another back crack?" Smirk at the look they were getting.

"You're not letting that go."

"Well, it does help out with your body. Along with other issues."

"Other issues?" Blink in confusion. Yeah, the back cracking helps out very much. The pair even gone far to like pop their arms, hips. Now, their neck and legs were a no. Which Striker understands along with not pushed.

"Well," Scootch closer to them. "For like physical contact."

"Physical con- "It click.

The hybrid tilts their head when he notices how quiet they were. The look on their face.

Striker was being slow for Moxxie. They won't push him even if there were times, they had certain 'urges' and 'instincts' that want to take care over. Usually, they can fight it off by just kissing them or taking care of their business alone. Plus, self-control. The two of them furthest they gotten was just making out. Which even then had to hold back since Moxxie touching sensitivity became quite a challenge that night.

The sound, look on Moxxie face that night burn into their mind.

"So, do you want to try with no layers on?"

Moxxie shook their heads fast. That was a no. Felt like their heart beat was pumping up fast. No, they no.

"All right. Keep it on. How about one layer?"

A few minutes later.

"I can't believe you still have that." Striker snickered at the rat t-shirt underneath the jacket. "Even still fits you."

"Shut it." Twitch as they wore the loose t-shirt with their jacket still on. The black layer shirt they usually wore had to be cleaned up but the gray button-down long sleeve was on the table. Scarf, necklace and even glasses off on the table. "You're the one still in layers."

"Oh? Want to see me strip?"

"No!"

"You sure?"

"Are you going to crack my back or what?"

"All right bossy gets on the floor."

Just like at the hotel, and for the past few weeks their back was messed up. It doesn't bother Moxxie. Got many interesting sounds with that high look on their face.

Yet.

Even with a layer off Striker could just feel how small they are. This fragile body they could easily crush. Their sweet confusing nature many will try to take advantage of or crush it. The smaller thespian either ignores it or crushes them back with either words, or a gun. To not go down with a fight.

That their Critter.

SPLASH

A small gasp.

"Again."

"You sure?"

A body shaking while their eyes travel around. Hair clings to their face. Heart beats faster. Arms still bound from behind but can still feel strong grapple on their shoulders. The rope tied around their snout tightly. Eyes burning but not as bad as their throat.

"If he to be one of us got to go through like we all did."

Wince in pain as their horn grabs. Yet, it didn't compare to the pain around their neck and lungs at the moment. Their left eye gazes as the other eyes turn to stare at them.

"Can't have a stubborn fool in our group. Got to crack them open until they learn the way we want. Got to listen. Right little one?"

Face slam back into the water.

Eye snapped open fast along with their mouth.

"Ratt- "

Striker suddenly tastes familiar liquid inside their mouth. Why are they? Eyes began to refocus on the situation? The spiral eyes widen in the dark at what they are doing. Immediately let go of what they just bit. The taste of blood that coated their mouth. He didn't care but stared at what they just did.

One moment after cracking their back. Which leads to them on the couching to relax. The smaller Imp was resting on top of them. Sat up better on top of them.

A wide-eye stunned Moxxie just look straight at them. The t-shirt with their coat dripped down on the left side. A fresh, bloody bite mark on the shoulder close to the neck.

That Striker just done.

"Shit!"

A few minutes later.

Moxxie sat on the closed toilet seat. Their shoulders, along with their neck now bandages up.

The taller one says nothing. Began to put the medical supplies up under the faucet. Mind warp elsewhere. Mentally kicking themselves at what they just done. Damn lucky to not tear parts of their shoulders off. It made them a bit sick at the thought. To seriously hurt them like that. Heck, they wanted to bite them for other reasons and when Moxxie was comfortable to go that far.

Not this for a reason over something they couldn't control.

From a stupid nightmare.

"You were shaking in your sleep. That's why I woke you up."

A tense silence in the bathroom.

Striker must have been out of it from how they were able to pull him over by the other tail. Felt arms wrapped around their head to be held close against the smaller chest. Still on their knees on the cold ground. Their own tails were flat on the ground. Small hands brush their head.

They were just laying on top of Striker when it all happened. Mind went to well certain situation to figure out. Along with what happens, they talk and figure out what to do.

Then Striker started to shake in their sleep. The look in the snake sleeping face that was resting. That soon turned fast like they were drowning. Woke them up fast. Should have thought that better but didn't care.

Just like they didn't care how Striker attacked while waking up.

Even if the bite was a deep shocker.

It was the look on Striker face that really conflicted Moxxie. Only can count a certain amount of time to see that look of fear on Striker face. It wasn't a lot. But recognize it in their memory.

"I didn't...Not..."

Why of all damn times to have that flashback of a nightmare? It stupid! It's weak! It's damn pathetic! He is not pathetic. He is better, stronger and gains better opportunities with his skills.

From learning.

By joining forces to be with them.

So, why now?

Was it to stop him?

"It was an accident on instinct." Laid their face in between their horn and wild hair. Felt his arms tighten around their body. "Was it about when you were with them? "

"Yes." Couldn't look at them right now. Just kept their face close against the chest. Eye slightly focus on the blue. Just focus. Don't let your mind wander elsewhere from this.

Got to keep going forward.

You'll be coming back to this soon.

No, more distraction.

Get the job done.

"Know this sound cliché. Do you want to talk about it?"

Felt the tallest of the pair began to relax. Then arms wrapped around their body. To be held close.

Tightly.

Let out small breath, nuzzle the head. Not moving at all for Striker. The amount of trust they can still be around them. Even after what they did. Would have attacked or struck Striker. But didn't. No, they didn't want to even when they wanted to scream. Too push back their fears as the progress in this relationship.

Just the trust for the pair to see the other weakness. To fight back their own fear.

Crack.

"I'm here for you." Continue to brush their hair. Their tail rest back on Striker own tail.

Crack.

"You are enough for me." Their minds drifted off a bit. Back into nothing except a familiar sound. No, a sight their eyes would have been forced to focus on the ground.

Crack.

A kiss pressed against Striker head.

Crack.

Crack.

Crack.

Crack.

Crack.

Crack.

Crack

Crack.

"Make sure you follow the right crack. Look on a broken dirt path. Always changing. Rarely stopping. Yet, always will break. How long until we crack this side of you till you understand this is what we do?"

Never. Again.

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Done!

What do you all think?

Get to see it a little earlier.

Also, Mox/Error is dense when sexual comments sound like innuendos. But if they feel uncomfortable just from gut instincts they will want to get away. Really should just say it straight to their face what it is. Striker just learns over time along with choosing how to use certain words with the timing.

Any questions?

Until next time.

Bye, bye!