Chapter 115

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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, musical/singing moments and bad flirts.

Error/Moxxie speaking/speaking/singing

Voices/Text/Flashback/Singing

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Moxxie tilt their heads with a plate put down in front of them.

"Dig in." Striker grinned very big as he sat down by him. Already started to cut in their steak.

The smaller of the two stares until they pick up their own utensils. Began to cut in the meat. Very rare. Just how Moxxie likes it. Well, at least one of the ways to taste it. Bit into the meat that Striker prepared for both of them.

Along with the whole week was a bit odd. Like for starters Striker was only coming in three days this week. Which well was the deal at beginning when he joined. So, oopsie their own Blitzo part. After that it really just felt like any other day at work. The other days Striker just has been doing their own business.

What kind of business?

Not sure, only to mention he'll be gone for a few days with Bombproof. It was work related, along with living arrangements in the future for his horse. So, didn't push it.

Then every night Striker texts him to hangout in their room. Now while they were dating, they didn't like hangout 24/7. Yes, there was work, living in the same apartment and like a few steps away. But they make the others spend time together. Have their own space and stuff to do. Which they were both fine with. During that time minded too much or told him he'll be a little late as he was finishing up an order. Or was doing some research on the side. Yet, no matter how late it was Striker just waits. Literally will pull them in the apartment room. A big smile on their face then gives a sarcastic comment.

That didn't change in the least.

There has been a lot of affection lately. Some that should have been a bit cheesy. Yet, Moxxie actually like it. Got to tease him about it. Which would result in a playful insult to the other. Oh, and lots of physical affection as well. It was a lot that Moxxie would need a breather. Even if he wanted to continue to get Striker to stop being smug. How he did this to them.

Jerk.

Yet, here they are still with their teasing, smug face jerk of a partner. Who must be excited about something? If the rattle in their tail was right. While their eyes focus on their steak.

So, tonight was the last night the pair will hangout. As Striker, Bombproof set off to leave.

"It's good." Moxxie commented.

"Well, I would hope so. I was always good at cooking meat." Striker takes a bigger bite out their own.

The pair ate a little longer while just relaxing in the silence. Until they were both done. Moxxie about to clean up but was told to just go sit on the couch.

"I can help." A small muttered.

"Naw I got this. It'll be quick. Got to make sure this place is not too messy when I get back." Striker shrugged as he picked the plates up. "If you want to clean here next time. Better in a maid outfit."

"But I don't work for you?"

"Noted. I'll have to get a job resignation for you to sign now. You must for now only clean if you're in a maid outfit."

"Would have torn that in half."

"No, fun. But at last, maybe one day I'll see you in one."

"In your dreams."

"Want to hear them? I got a lot but a few may have to be censored for your fuzzy head to handle."

Moxxie just walks to the couch as they muttered. Face heat up slightly. Can't believe they're losing their head over something over a comment. It's ridiculous. "Just clean your stuff, Butler."

"I'm the butler now? In my own home?"

"Yep. Congratulations you just level up." Sat down to wait along with stare at the tv.

Eventually Striker came over to sit down. But he had something behind his back. "Say Critter."

Let out a hum as they glance at him. Only to see their face a bit too close. Even their glasses started to fog up. Then suddenly they felt something in their hands. Look down to see a small square box like you would put a bracelet in or a gift card. They were a bit confused as they looked at Striker.

"Open it."

Took their slow ass time to lift the box up. Blink a bit confused to see a light blue-sliver oval jewel? Charm? It looks like it had a mold of star in the middle with a clip. Took it to study the coin size item. Turn it around to see an opening like a chain or even a ribbon to slide through. The notice a tiny S carved in an area. But hidden. "It's pretty."

Striker grins seeing them keep studying it. Then reach over to take it. Sees a confused look now. "Let me see the necklace."

Blink along with extra confused. Loosen their scarf up to take their necklace off. Then hands Striker the yellow star with the ribbon like chain. Watch him slide it off. Then put the star against the mold with a concentrated look. A satisfied grin on their face to hear a small click. Take Moxxie hand to place the newly combine charm together. "Tada knows the sharp points won't bother your neck. It annoyed me slightly at the time when I made it. Didn't have time to make the other part. Along with material around at the time wasn't right. But I got it down now. A star inside the moon."

"You made this. Like the star." Fingertips brushed the surface of the charm. "Always was a good craftsman."

"Can't brag too much since it's been a while. But I got to say I'm pleased about this one." He watches them keep tracing the star inside their new home. Reach out to take it back. Then slide it back on the choker. Hand it over.

Took it back to place it around their neck. The sharp points from the star before didn't bother them. Even when their layer is added. Now just roundness they felt against their skin. Touch the charm they always put on the side of their neck. Look back at Striker to reach over to give them a kiss. Pull away before the snake had any other ideas. "Thank you."

"Well, if I get thank you rewards like that. I'll have to really up my game." Look at the charm pressed snuggly against their neck, with their scarf very loose for them to see it. Was only wearing a loose shirt underneath the jacket. So, he got to see the sight better. It really did suit their whole appearance.

"You are spoiled."

"Naw I'm just greedy."

"Sure." Touch the charm. "May I ask why?"

"Call it another late many missed Birthday gifts. I also don't want anything for my own missed one. Well, besides a pretty gift wrapped up in front of me." Smirk at their twitching look. Yet, the hint of flushed they try hide. Wrap their arms around them. To press themselves against their own body. Snick at the grumble with a small shudder. "Aww Critter trying to get away after such a thoughtful gift."

"You know that's not what I'm doing." Just moving a bit to feel a bit of comfort. Along with the slight irritation how their body reacts. Did get a snort as their arms loosened up. To let them get comfortable. Either against them or move away if their phobia started to act up. Move to lay on their side as they rest against him. Felt content. "Am I- "

"If you asked if you're too heavy. Again. I'm going to flick your horn." He can barely feel weight on them besides the clothes.

"Just making sure." A little grumble like huff.

"Well, your fine." Pat the top of their head.

Really Striker doesn't know where this weight issue started to come from. Even when they were both young. Moxxie was just always on the small, short side. Even for an Imp in Wrath. Not the thing many expect from someone to be from Wrath. Well, shorter than average. Along with attitude. But wow they are Wrathian in other ways.

Looks can be very deceiving. You think many would pick that up from where they live. But nope.

Yet, lately Moxxie just seems to feel a little self-conscious lately. Probably the first clue should have been when they told Loona to shut up. Even if Moxxie kept making excuses a lot of issues were starting up. Heck, almost forgot it till they were called Fat Ass again. Then again probably could have gone back to their youth but it was just lack of care.

Another little grumble that earns them a flick on their horn. "Hey."

"Warn you." Just gotten this mix off a neutral turn huffy look. He held back a snicker. "You are too cute."

A pillow shoved into their face.

A loud laugh.

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."

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. Yet, I didn't care but stare at what they just done.

One moment the Imp was resting on top of them. The shorter one was now sat up better on top of them. Scarf got loose at some point. A wide-eye stunned Moxxie just look straight at them. Their normal shirt they would have usually worn tonight gone. Instead wore a loose t-shirt with their coat. That was dripping down enough to see a bite mark. A fresh, bloody bite mark that Striker just done.

"Shit!"

A few minutes later.

Moxxie sat on the closed toilet seat. Their shoulder 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.

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.

A tail wrapped the other arm. Striker must have been out of it from how they were able to pull him over. 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 just enjoying the gift. 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. Went to wake 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 how they attacked.

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. Just felt their 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 focuses 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.

Crack.

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 peremantally?"

Never. Again.

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