Fidget grinned, letting out another soft laugh at the comment, scratching under Smokes’ chin. “If I’m the beast, then does that make you the beauty~?” He couldn’t help the teasing smirk that curled around his lips at the remark. However, the expression slowly fell at Smokes’ request.
He was apprehensive, reluctant, unsure if telling Smokes the details would do more harm than good. Still — Fidget had denied Smokes any chance for revenge. It was the least he could do. With a sigh, he lowered his gaze down to Smokes’ core, his voice dropping in volume to a murmur. “Eamon came back, with what was left of the men, and told me that they had been ambushed… more of Gideon’s men, sent by her… and she was going to sell you back.” If he was going to tell the story, he was going to do it right, and explain everything.
"I told the men that the first one who found her, and brought her back alive, would get a pay raise. A few went out, some stayed behind. I sent Lucy to find you. By the time it took for Lucy to bring you back, and for me to undo everything, they drug her in kicking and screaming. The minute she saw me, she started begging for mercy. Saying I had the wrong idea, telling lies… I knew there wasn’t an honest bone in her body, so I didn’t give her the opportunity to twist truths. I told the men to lock her in the interrogation room."
As he spoke, and recounted the events of that evening — still burned so vividly into his mind — he kept his gaze fixed downwards; toying with strands of his hair. “I portaled down through the ceiling behind her, I had a knife. First thing I did, before she even knew I was there, was rip her wings right from her back with my bare hands. Then I cut off her tail, doing as poor a job as possible.” His tone wasn’t completely emotionless, but remained steady and calm, as if simply reciting off facts from a textbook.
"I strapped her into the chair, told her about an old Earthen custom regarding thieves losing fingers and hands, depending on who they stole from. I told her I was going to take her fingers, one-by-one, until she apologized. I managed to chop off three, and was sawing my way through a fourth, when she finally broke down and started apologizing. But I had no intentions of forgiving her. I just wanted to see how easily she would break."
A small smile curled around his lips, possibly without him even realizing. The fact that he had managed to whittle another person down to such a pathetic state was truly satisfying. “I cut off her hands and pinned them to her chest with the knife. She was still alive when I gouged out her eyes with my thumbs and ordered the men to drop her at Gideon’s door.”
Once he began to weave the tale, Smokes lowered his head. His eyes stayed open, staring blankly forward. Not focusing on anything, and doing his best to build the scenes in his head.
Thats who she was talking to on the phone during it. She was waiting for the men who were taking out Eamon. He would have been in Gideon’s hands that first hour, were it not for the dragon.
When Fidget mentioned Lucy bringing him back, and Fidget having to undo her work- he cringed. Closing his eyes and pressing his face into the mattress. Remembering again that Fidget had seen her work. What she did to him. No wonder he immediately wanted her blood.
Even when the knife was to her throat, she was still trying to lie. It made Smokes feel more relieved. He wasn’t the only one she tried to bring down. The only one who she spat false truths to. Mind flickering back to Benji’s words just earlier today. All of it helped to chisel away at that boulder of guilt Smokes was carrying on his shoulders.
As Fidget began to explain the physical pain he put her through, Smokes lifted his head. His eyes went wide. His lips slowly curled into a grin, flashing all of his new porcelain teeth. It was a sort of crazed, lust filled expression. He was almost drooling once Fidget got to the point about sawing her finger off.
Slowly he sat up, the eerie grin still plastered on his face. “… I couldn’t have don any better…” He growled in a low course voice. Leaning up he pressed a surprisingly tender kiss to Fidget’s lips. When he pulled back, his manic expression was replaced with exhaustion. “He better get the message that stone fuck. We aren’t playin’ games anymore…”
He yawned, shaking out his head like a dog. Slowly he plopped back on the bed, laying on top of the covers and folding his pillow in half before pinching it under his head. Closing his eyes and smiling softly. “… That made me feel better.” He yawned, snuggling against his pillow. “… I love ya… g’night…”
Fidget couldn’t help but laugh softly as Smokes forced his hand to pet the glass of his skull; picking up the motion of his own free will and scratching his nails lightly along the glass. The affection continued as Smokes managed to shatter his bottle, and come up with the rather unwise idea. His hand only hesitated at the mention of Red’s cooperation with Fidget, though soon enough his fingers started back up again.
"I don’t know…" He shrugged his shoulders, locking his optics on Smokes’ own. "Maybe that part of you just doesn’t see me as a threat anymore. Maybe it was a fluke. I think only you can really know the answer… after all, he is part of you. Just—… an unfiltered part."
He let out a small giggle, nudging Smokes’ leg with his foot playfully. “I could ask why my core reacts to you the way it does, going so far as to display a color that didn’t previously exist in it before. But I think you’d have about as many answers as I do~.” The hand scratching Smokes’ head rolled down along the tinbot’s chin, and eventually down to his neck. “As well as we know each other, and ourselves, there’s still a lot we don’t know in regards to both.”
Smokes rolled his eyes back, but nodded in agreement on the topic of red. Extremely unfiltered part of him. He sighed, closing his eyes to more scratches. Only opening one at the light kick. He chuckled, snorting out a heavy breath through his nostrils. He rolled his head up, giving Fidget more chin and neck to scratch.
"Maybe he’s learning… like I am… that you aren’t as innocent and fragile as I always thought…" He sighed again, pinching his lips together. He began to scoot on his side getting closer to Fidget. He wrapped himself around him and smiled. "You are a beast…."
He raised a single brow, eyes still closed. “Tell me… what ya did… to her.” He phrased it in such a pleasant way, it was as if he was asking for a bed time story. The two of them had learned over the last few weeks how much Smokes loved to see him work. But over something so personal? So close to him? So destructive? “… how much did she scream.” The blood thirst still there, but the visual Fidget could paint would be the only satisfaction he could get.
Fidget listened patiently as Smokes vented his hatred and bloodlust for revenge. He couldn’t resist the allure to lay back against the mattress; hands toying with the folds in his shirt as he stared up at the ceiling. His core had begun to project light and color against the plaster, creating a light show of sorts. He couldn’t help but breath a small laugh, “Sorry if I stole your thunder…”
The apology was genuine, as was the expression on his face as he turned his head to look at Smokes. He was quiet, for several seconds; taking the time to marvel his husband’s features. No matter how many times he looked at Smokes, it was always Fidget’s first time seeing him.
"Well… we don’t have to talk about this. If you have nothing else to say, we can talk about other things…" He held out his hand, offering it up for Smokes to take and hold onto — however tightly he pleased — attempting to be the tether that kept the tinbot grounded. "We can think back on happy things, or ridiculous stuff we’ve been through… we can focus on something else, and just forget this all happened, for a little while."
Smokes sighed tiredly, rolling to face Fidget. He stuck the bottle between his teeth, holding it there and gazed up at his titanium face. He huffed thick smog, pouring it out in heavy clouds.
He took Fidget’s hand, gracing a thumb over the back of it gently. With another huff he pulled his hand in and dropped it on the glass of his skull, dragging it up and down forcing him to rub it lightly.
"nnng…" He muttered around the glass held in his teeth. What to talk about, what wasn’t plaguing his mind. He couldn’t pull his mind out of that funk. Chewing the glass until it cracked, startling him. He gasped, pulling it from his teeth and spitting the pieces out in a empty bottle from the nightstand. He growled, rubbing a finger over his teeth to make sure he got it all.
"… tazers…" He spat angrily. "I’s how they got Fox.. how she got me down. Maybe we should put rubber somewhere… so it won’t be so… debilitating." He nodded hard. "… maybe I should ask Benji… to install like… a switch blade knife somewhere. Like… in my elbow or finger or wrist… so I can like… flash it out when I need it but they don’ know I got it."
He raised a brow, nodding at his own idea. He was a fucking genius. “Although… that won’t be good with Red.” He pouted, that was always an issue. Then a thought. He turned to Fidget and quirked a brow. “… Last time… I listened to you… what do ya think that’s about?”
Fidget frowned as Smokes’ begging continued well into his waking. With a sigh, he curled forward over Smokes, pressing a gentle kiss to the tinbot’s forehead and running a hand back along the glass of his skull. The affection ended and all at once he pulled away, waving off Smokes’ suggestion of sleep. “I’m fine.”
Crawling out of bed, all long limbs and slender angles, he began to scour the room for anything left behind. “I’ll see if I can find you a drink~…” He took the moment that his back was turned to Smokes to sneak in a quick yawn, rubbing at his optics with the heel of his palm. It didn’t take long to find a half-empty liquor bottle left behind by one of the others.
With a small smile that spoke softly of sadness, he turned back to Smokes and handed the bottle over to his husband, promptly returning to his spot in the bed. Although, rather than resume sleep, he sat diligently beside Smokes; ignoring the programs warning him that he hadn’t completely recharged.
"Do you want to talk about it…?" He wrapped his arms around his legs, drawing his knees into his chest. His voice was so soft, it was nearly a whisper — yet it was still loud enough to rip through the quiet of the room. "You don’t have to, but—… I felt better, when I was still hiding, and Fox came to talk to me…"
Gratefully, Smokes took the bottle. He shook it, trying to figure out how much was left in it. He couldn’t just down it, there wasn’t enough. He sighed, tipping his head back and took a hard swig. Rolling the limited drink over his tongue before swallowing it down. Instantly he felt relief.
He glanced over his shoulder as Fidget came back to bed. He had to make sure he was really okay and comfortable. “… what am I supposed to talk about?” He muttered quietly, confused himself. He never was good at discussing his problems.
"I feel like… I’ve said everything I could… we’ve talked so much… its all we’ve done is talk… an’ talk." He growled, clenching his fist tightly. His other hand pulled the bottle back to his lips for a hard swig.
"I wanna end her… I wanna reanimate her corpse and tear it apart… for making me feel this way." He barked hard, taking another angry swig of his bottle. "I know she’s-… probably dead. I know I can never… get revenge… I just- I want her to know. How badly I want to destroy her. Make her feel this pain… an even if I did! Even if I was the one who ended it!- I’d want to do it again."
He huffed through his nose, slowly unfurling in the bed as he began to grind his teeth. “… is just like Boss…. all that blood is unsatisfying… nothing quenches that thirst… None of it makes it stop hurting. I bent every single one of those fucking spoons… and I missed one. It didn’t matter how many I broke… there was still one untouched.”
Fidget’s sleep had gone undisturbed, too exhausted and deep into his own stasis to hear Smokes’ frantic coding. His dreamless sleep carried on uninterrupted — it was rare that he had a night free from the nightmares that usually plagued him. It wasn’t until Smokes’ hand collided harshly with his shoulder that he was snapped out if it.
Frantically, he startled awake; sitting bolt upright and looking around with wide, dazed eyes for any signs of a threat. His clouded mind immediately interpreted the hit as an attack. Although, Smokes’ murmuring and shivering brought him out of his alerted state. With a frown, he rubbed at the spot on his shoulder, optics lowering down to Smokes’ huddled form. Even if Smokes was fighting full force, it would take quite a bit for the weaker metal to win out and cause any superficial damage — still, it was sore.
"Smokes…" He kept his voice soft, expression sympathetic, as he reached out and gently took Smokes by the arm. "Smokes, wake up… you’re having a nightmare." It was an odd feeling, to be the one to do the waking. For the past ten years, it was always Smokes to pull Fidget out of his hellish dreams, when they became too much for his subconscious to handle.
The titanium ‘bot’s face became more and more heartbroken by the sight of his husband, the longer the dream persisted. “Old man, it’s alright.” Fidget gave Smokes’ arm a light shake, fighting off a yawn as he spoke. “It’s just a dream. It’s not real.”
The replay persisted, only slightly fading after the 2nd shake from Fidget. There was no thrashing or fight upon him waking. It was slow, and confusing. He forced his eyes open, blinking blearily past the silhouette of the scene his code presented. He coughed hard, curling in tighter and shaking his head side to side.
"… stop… stop stop please…" No longer speaking in code. He forced himself to take a quick gasp, his fingers digging in the crack between his metal and the glass of his skull. They were all pleas he couldn’t say at the time of the incident. What he wanted to say, what he needed to say.
He forced his eyes back open, catching Fidget’s glance. The memory over and the realization set in now just how weak he was. He swallowed hard, eyes darting panicked side to side. He forced himself to turn on his other side with a hard flip, his hands still stuck to his skull. He kept his body tight, the shaking wasn’t over yet.
"… a… a dream… it is just… a dream…" He tried to assure himself by echoing Fidget’s words. "… fuckin’… shit… fuck her. Piss on her ashes!" Though he wanted to spit the words with venom, his voice was too soft and broken.
He gave up, trying to steady his breath. “… didn’… mean ta wake ya…” Back to avoiding the sorrys and please. “… do we… is there still drink in here? I’m… I’m fine… now… go back ta… sleep…” His eyes falling to the carpet, feeling guilty. “I know yer… tired.”
|brass-bolts-mafia: Wait... Teddy its yer birthday?! AN YA DIDN'T EVEN TELL ME!!|
Smokes snorted a hard laugh, patting Theo’s back hard. Never having to hold back when it came to the big lug. “Yeah man! I kinda fell off the face of the fuckin’ planet… an’ from what I hear-” he raised a single brow. “Somebodies a big hit with the ladies.”
Fidget couldn’t lie about the relief that washed through him as Smokes called him to the bed. He gave his husband a more sympathetic smile as he moved around to crawl onto his side of the mattress. “I know, old man…” He patted Smokes’ chest lightly before dropping down against the bed; sleep quickly beginning to overtake him as soon as he laid down. “You never did have much patience for anything.”
What started out as a laugh quickly turned into a yawn, his body stretching out and losing all of the gathered tension from the day. He couldn’t even manage to keep his eyes open as he spoke, his voice steadily becoming weaker and weaker. “We’ll be back to normal… soon enough. Just gotta… give it… a little time.”
He barely had time to finish his sentence before he was out cold; core chiming away happily and steam occasionally drifting from his cheeks in small clouds. At first, he would drag himself out of unconsciousness every few seconds and fight sleep for the sake of comforting Smokes, muttering something unintelligible that was likely supposed to be a sign that he was still awake. Though, eventually it ceased, and he was betrayed by the twitching of his legs as he fell deeper and deeper into sleep.
Smokes was asleep soon after Fidget. He curled in tightly against his chest, pressing their forearms together as they both seemed to keep their own arms against their cores.
Every nap from earlier in the day, wasn’t deep enough to hit that pure level of stasis. Smokes was too paranoid, leaving a lot of his core programs online. Ones that needed rest. Now that he was finally comfortable, his restrictions, and security, were shut down. His drives having time to process completely.
He was muttering in binary, like usual, but this time it had a harder tone. His hands clenched into fists, his jaw held tight as he hissed through his teeth. His body was shaking, and his words growing louder and louder.
“Get Off…. Stop!" Each number in his string of code had a vicious pained bite to it. Fidget’s new tick of kicking in his sleep wasn’t helping. Smokes, before passing out, had put himself as close to the titanium bot as possible. With the relay of the memory and Fidget’s own ticking, he began to interpret the motions as part of the attack.
“Fucking! Stop!" He jerked, throwing out one hand and crashing against Fidget’s shoulder. It wasn’t nearly as strong as he would have been, were he awake and wanting to cause damage. Only about 30% of his power. He hissed through his teeth. Anger in his face contorting to fear. He choked on a cry, curling in on himself slowly and covering his face with his hand. Instead of yelling out the binary code, he was muttering it. Pleading with the nightmare to end.
I want to give a shout out to brass-bolts-mafia for their great OC characters. They’re perfectly thought out, written amazingly, and a real pleasure to read, and an even bigger pleasure to work with! Smokes, Fox, and Jimmy feel like real people, and I thinks that’s the best compliment there is.
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