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The morning air was crisp and chilly, the wind carrying dead leaves to and from, crunching underneath Slingshot's heel as he walked along the sidewalk. It was his favorite season, and best of all, it was the perfect season for all sorts of baking. Of course, summer never stopped him from baking– it was simply more enjoyable during the cold months.
Several inphernals waved at him on his walk to work, as they typically did– he had quite the reputation in Crossroads. Inphernals from all around visited his cafe, some even going as far as coming from other factions just to get a taste of what his cafe had to offer. It came with its own pressure, having patrons from all around the inpherno, but it had always been worth it– and he only improved his craft with time. He liked to believe that his baking was worth the effort of visiting Crossroads, and the general consensus seemed to be the same. Of course, there were always exceptions to things like that. One of the biggest being an inphernal who he rather preferred not to think about (that he found himself thinking of far too often, regardless).
Every day, without fail, Coil visited his cafe. Every day, he would buy a different pastry and drink. Every day, he would insist that Slingshot's baking was ‘mid’– his exact description. Slingshot's eye twitched just thinking of him, and he was beginning to feel sour, already ready for him to be gone as soon as possible. Just walking through the cafe doors to open it for business, he was dreading that encounter. But he wasn't about to let Coil ruin his day– if he did, every day at work would be hell. All he had to do was think of him as yet another annoying, rude customer– which he was, and he could deal with those, no problem. Coil wasn't special in that regard.
Shuriken and Vine Staff arrived soon after he did, both of them heading back to the kitchen to start getting things prepared. When they opened, there were already several inphernals waiting to come in.
“Welcome in!” Slingshot greeted the customers with a smile.
The three of them got to work, quickly falling into a rhythm. The day passed rather quickly with only a few minor hiccups, and Slingshot was almost convinced Coil had decided to leave him alone for once, until he, unsurprisingly, showed up just before closing. Slingshot's eye twitched as he watched him walk into the cafe, as smug and uncaring as ever. It didn't seem to bother him that they were about to close.
“Hey kitten,” he greeted, a cocky grin plastered on his face.
“Don't call me that,” Slingshot said flatly. It didn't really phase him, hearing that nickname, but it bothered him to no end.
“My bad,” Coil chuckled.
“Well? What do you want?”
Coil placed a hand over his heart and feigned offense. “Is that any way to talk to a paying customer?”
Slingshot let out a breath through his nose. “You haven't even paid for anything. I can kick you out if I want, we're about to close.”
“Well, that would just be rude.”
“I don't care, and I didn't ask,” Slingshot deadpanned. “Either order something now or get out of my sight.”
“Fine, fine!” Coil rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. “I'll have uhh… a blueberry muffin.”
“Two fifty.”
“So curt,” Coil said as he dug through his pockets. He passed a wrinkled five bux to him. “Keep the change,” he grinned.
Slingshot rolled his eyes and put the money in the cash register. He grabbed the last blueberry muffin from the display case and put it in a pastry bag, promptly passing it to Coil.
“Leave.”
“Nah, I think I'll be eatin’ in the cafe!”
“Are you deaf or just stupid? I told you we are about to close,” Slingshot growled.
“So? You go and do your cleanin' up, I won't bother you! Can't a guy enjoy his stay?”
Slingshot balled his hands into fists. Frankly, he didn't have it in him to argue it out with Coil.
“Whatever,” he muttered and walked away, striding to the kitchen. It wasn't entirely intentional when he slammed the door behind him.
“Woah! Something going on?” Shuriken asked.
“Yeah. The pest is here, and he's not leaving.”
“...Coil?”
“Obviously it's Coil.”
“Ooookay… you shouldn't let him get to you like this, you know?” Shuriken approached him and tipped his head to the side. “You had a nice day, no? Don't let one guy ruin it for you.”
“Yeah… whatever. Let's just clean up fast and get out of here,” he muttered.
Just then, Vine Staff rushed to the bathroom.
“Vine, you good?” Shuriken called after her. Moments later, they heard the sound of retching. “...Okay, maybe not.”
Slingshot walked to the bathroom and knocked on the door. “You alright in there?”
“Y-Yeah,” Vine Staff spluttered, “this wave of nausea just came over me out of nowhere. I'll be fine.”
“How about you head out now, okay?” He glanced over at Shuriken. “You go, too. Make sure Vine makes it home safe.”
“Are you sure? I mean, Coil…”
For a few blissful moments, he had forgotten about Coil being at the cafe. “It's fine. I can handle him. You two just go home.”
Shuriken seemed uncertain, but shrugged his shoulders. “Whatever you say.”
Slingshot gave Vine Staff his coat, wrapping it around her shoulders. “Feel better soon, Vine.”
She offered him a weak smile. “Thanks.”
With that, Vine Staff and Shuriken left the cafe. It was only him, and, of course, Coil. Slingshot promptly got to work, finishing cleaning the dishes and putting things away. When he finally finished and left the kitchen, Coil was still there.
“I'm about to close. You need to leave.”
Coil shrugged and stood. “Aight.”
Slingshot was a little surprised he wasn't giving him a hard time this time around, but he sure as hell wasn't going to complain about it. The two of them left the cafe, and Slingshot locked the doors behind them– only to turn around and find Coil still standing there, facing him. He tried to walk past him, but Coil walked in front of him as he did.
“Get out of my way,” Slingshot muttered.
“Why should I? Would it kill you to have a conversation with me for once in your life?”
“What in the inpherno could I possibly want to talk about with you?”
Coil narrowed his eyes. “You wound me.”
“Does it look like I give a shit? Get out of my way.” Slingshot shoved past Coil, but stopped when he grabbed his arm.
“Come on,” Coil huffed. “Why is it you hate me so much?”
Slingshot shot back around, glaring at him. “Oh, I wonder why that could possibly be, Coil!”
“Look, everything I do is in good nature! You need to learn to relax a bit, if you ask me,” Coil shrugged.
“I didn't ask you, and I know perfectly well how to relax,” Slingshot hissed. “I can't relax when I have you breathing down my neck at work!”
“Well, you're not workin’ right now, are you? I'm just tryin’ to have a nice chat with you, c'mon.”
Slingshot was fuming, and he knew that was the exact reaction Coil was looking to get out of him, and gods did he try to calm down, but it was near impossible to do so. With his patience wearing thin, he had little control over his temper. Slingshot started shoving Coil backwards, which seemed to catch him off guard. The smile on his face faltered for a moment before it returned. His back slammed against the cafe doors, and still he looked as smug as ever.
Slingshot knew. He understood– he had for quite some time. He wasn't a fool, nor was he out of tune with his, or other inphernals emotions. Slingshot collected himself and drew in a deep breath, letting it out slowly. He had more control over the situation than Coil believed he did. There was something he knew that could level the playing field.
“I know why you visit the cafe every day,” Slingshot murmured, reaching forward and wrapping his fingers around Coil's throat but refraining from applying pressure.
A brief look of fear flashed across Coil's face before it was wiped away again by that irritating, cocky grin. “Sure, to get a good snack in before I hit up Crossroads.”
Slingshot quirked an eyebrow. “You're not fooling me, I'll have you know.”
Coil narrowed his eyes. “What, lil‘ole me? Trying to fool you? I would never.”
Slingshot's expression remained unchanged, though irritation bubbled in the pit of his stomach. “Cut the bullshit, Coil. I know about your little crush. You're lousy at hiding it.”
“Wha– the fuck did you just say to me, asshole?”
“Oh, come on,” Slingshot drawled and rolled his eyes. “You think I didn't know? Nobody in their right mind travels from Playground, of all places, every single day, just to get on somebody's nerves.”
“Don't flatter yourself,” Coil scoffed. “Playground hardly has any good places to eat. Crossroads is where it's all at.”
“So you admit you do enjoy my food,” Slingshot smirked.
Coil huffed and rolled his eyes. “Whatever. It certainly isn't the best I've come across.”
“Yet you still visit on the daily. I wonder why that would be.” Slingshot noticed something– Coil was trembling. It hadn't registered until he looked down and saw how his hands shook. “Oh? Nervous about something?”
“Wh– You ask that like you don’t have your hand wrapped around my throat!”
“And? You're pretty strong, no? You always brag about it to Skate and Boombox,” Slingshot taunted him, his words akin to venom. “Unless you're too much of a coward to fight back.”
Coil balled his hands into fists, his trembling becoming noticeably more intense. Slingshot was almost worried. Almost. Coil was strong. He was fully capable of tackling him down or getting him off of him in any number of ways, and yet. There he was, standing in place, doing nothing to remove his hand from his throat.
Taking him only slightly by surprise, Coil reached up and grabbed his arm. Though, apart from that, he remained still. Notably, he looked anywhere but at him.
“What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?” It dawned on him that he was being cruel, especially seeing how strangely Coil was acting, but he couldn't find it in himself to stop.
“It's enough,” Coil muttered under his breath, still avoiding eye contact.
“Is it? You never seem to tire of tormenting me. Why should I show mercy?” Something cruel was coming over him. Something merciless. Having Coil in his grasp in such a way felt addictive. Seeing him broken down gave him an undeniable rush of adrenaline.
Finally, Coil looked up at him. There was no smugness or even confidence in his gaze. If anything, he looked defeated. “I dunno, Sling. You got me. Is that what you wanted to hear?”
“There's far better ways you could have dealt with your little crush,” Slingshot murmured. “Maybe if you weren't such an asshole about it, we wouldn't be in this position.”
“Well we are. That's not changin’ any time soon at this rate. What do you want from me, exactly? To fall to my knees and beg for forgiveness?”
“That would be a start.” Cruel. It was so unlike him to be so ruthless.
“Let me go, Sling. I won't fuck with you again.”
“Oh? But that wouldn't be much fun, would it?” Slingshot drawled. As much as he wished he could, it felt almost impossible to make himself stop.
Then, Coil grabbed the front of his apron, his hand trembling. “You wanna have your sick way with me? Is that it?”
“Maybe I do.”
There was a tension in the air, so strong and heavy that it was palpable. Worst of all, Slingshot couldn't deny his own feelings– but he would sooner die than admit that Coil's feelings were reciprocated. The silence was deafening. The way Coil shook filled him with guilt. More than anything else, Slingshot wanted to ruin him.
It was no surprise when he broke and closed the distance between them, smashing his lips against Coil's in his desperation. He prayed that he didn't come across as desperate. If Coil caught on, it would be the end of him. It was fortunate that the cafe was empty. Vine Staff and Shuriken having since gone home. There was nothing to interrupt them. Slingshot started shoving Coil backwards– stopping only for long enough to unlock the doors and go back inside– guiding him into the backroom of the cafe. He continued to guide him until he was slamming him back against a wall.
Slingshot slipped his tongue inside of Coil's mouth and licked his razor sharp canines– something he always fantasized about doing– before licking around inside of his mouth. Their tongues danced together in a mindless display of the accumulation of months upon months of pent up desire. When Slingshot pressed his knee against Coil's crotch, he was awarded with a muffled moan. It was not lost on him, the way Coil already began to grind against his knee. In all of his wildest fantasies, he always imagined gaining dominance over him being far more of a struggle– he never could have imagined him so willingly submitting as he was, but he certainly wasn't going to complain about it. It was almost endearing (he wouldn't be caught dead admitting such a thing out loud).
It was perfect, until Coil started pushing at him. Slingshot broke away from the kiss with a gasp and glared at him.
“What, getting cold feet now?”
“It's not that!” Coil growled.
“Then what could it possibly be?”
“I… have something I should tell you. Before we go any further.”
Slingshot began thumping his foot in irritation. Coil was noticeably timid, maybe even… afraid?
“Go on. I don't have all day.”
Coil's eyes darted away from him, avoiding eye contact once again. “I– I'm…” he visibly swallowed as he trailed off.
“Would you hurry up and just say it?”
Finally, Coil looked at him. While he had been expecting him to glare at him, all he got was a weary, uncertain look. Slingshot was beginning to feel guilty for his behavior, if only just so.
“I'm trans, Sling.”
Slingshot blinked. “And?”
“The fuck do you mean ‘and'?! Would you have preferred I didn't tell you? I'm not tryin’ to risk getting my ass beat because I didn't tell you I don't have a dick!”
Slingshot paused. Rationally, he understood how vulnerable Coil was likely feeling, and how difficult it was to come out, let alone to somebody who, as far as he knew, despised him. He would never forget the way Shuriken shook and cried as he came out to him. A part of him almost wished he could offer Coil the softness he did with Shuriken, to hold him close and tell him there was nothing wrong with him. The logical part of him knew it couldn't be that way. If Coil knew how he truly felt about him, he would never hear the end of it.
“I don't care about that,” Slingshot settled on, fighting to keep his voice steady, lest he allow Coil to read him like a book. “Do you want this or not?”
“I… yes.”
That was all he needed to hear. If he had to continue to dwell on his feelings for even a moment longer, he feared he might have gone mad. Slingshot dove in for another kiss and pinned Coil's arms above his head. Coil grinding down against his knee was more than enough to show him he was still eager to continue on.
Something inside of him was softening, and he despised himself for that. Something inside of him wanted to take care of Coil. To be gentle, to show him the truest, softest side of him– but that was far too vulnerable.
Slingshot pulled away with a gasp. “I want your clothes off. Now.”
Coil's pupils dilated as he said that. “Okay.”
He watched Coil like a starved beast as he pulled his clothes off. Feeling utterly shameless, his eyes wandered his body, taking in the sight of him. Coil was on the short side, but incredibly toned and muscular. There were countless jagged scars covering the expanse of his body, speaking of a lifetime full of struggle and a fight for survival. That was just how life was in Playground. Slingshot found himself wishing he could keep him safe in his own home. How foolish.
Slingshot moved closer to Coil as he began unzipping his pants. “You wanna please me, mutt?” He spoke in a low, sultry voice. Coil was still trembling.
“...Yes.”
Slingshot pulled his length out of his pants and gave himself a few strokes. Coil looked as starved as he felt, watching him with those mismatched eyes of his. “Get on your knees.”
Coil did as he was told without question.
“Open.”
And he did. Slingshot pressed his cock against Coil's tongue.
“Suck.”
Coil whined and took him fully into his mouth, all while hollowing his cheeks and staring up at him with eyes clouded by lust. Slingshot twined his fingers through his hair, holding onto him as he began to bob his head. Coil moaned around his cock, sending pleasant vibrations through it.
“You're getting off on this, aren't you? Slut.”
Coil whined again, tears forming in his eyes. How odd to see Coil, of all inphernals, become so submissive, and so willingly. Slingshot was caught off guard when Coil suddenly took him fully into his mouth and down his throat.
“Fuck–” he hissed, grabbing Coil's hair a little too hard. Coil simply moaned when he did so, so he tugged it harder.
Slingshot slowly became lost in the sensations, the wetness and warmth of Coil's mouth and throat making his head spin. He unintentionally started to thrust his hips forward, which caused Coil to choke slightly.
“Shit, sorry–”
Coil didn't stop or pull away, though. Instead, he grabbed his hips and dug his claws into them, as if begging him to continue. Slingshot experimentally thrusted his hips again, earning him a cute, muffled moan. What started as slow, methodical rolls of his hips quickly turned mindless, the feeling of his throat hugging his cock too addictive to resist. There were tears streaming down Coil's face, and he looked perfect, so ruined and vulnerable. Slingshot couldn’t get enough of him.
When he felt himself getting close, he knew they needed to stop. There was no way he was going to finish before he had his fill of Coil. He grabbed Coil's head and pulled out, to his apparent dismay. Coil sputtered and coughed.
“Wh- Why did you stop–” his voice was rough.
“Get up,” Slingshot demanded without answering his question. Coil did as he was told, though his legs shook as he stood.
Without warning, he grabbed Coil and picked him up, carrying him to the nearest table. Coil seemed a little dazed. If it were possible, he was certain he'd have hearts for eyes in the state he was in. If only he could tell him just how cute he looked.
Slingshot dipped a finger in between his folds, swiping it through his slick. “You're soaked. You really were getting off on that, weren't you?”
“S-So what if I was– ah–” Coil gasped as he brushed a finger over his t-dick.
“It's kinda cute, actually,” Slingshot murmured, despite himself. That was as much as he would allow himself to say.
Before Coil could even think to respond, he slipped two fingers inside of him. This drew out a surprised squeak from him. Slingshot was a little disgusted in himself for doing such a thing in his own backroom, but he would simply have to clean up later. His desire drowned out almost all of his rational thoughts. Slingshot slipped his fingers in and out, fucking him with a steady rhythm.
“So wet for me. I bet you're just dying for me to take you,” he purred.
“P-Please, fuck–!”
“Be patient.”
Coil whined, but did nothing else. It was addictive, having such absolute control over him. After what felt like an appropriate amount of time, Slingshot added a third finger and increased his speed. Coil was panting, his tongue hanging out of his mouth.
“Stupid mutt. So obedient for me– and this is all it takes? I should've done this sooner.”
“S-Sling,” Coil sobbed.
“You think you can take me now?”
“Yes! Please, please,” Coil begged pathetically.
Slingshot took his cock into his hand and lined himself up against his entrance. Coil settled his trembling hands on his shoulders and watched him with shimmering eyes. “Please,” he whispered. That was all he needed to hear.
Slingshot slowly sank into Coil's wet hole, the two of them sharing a groan as he did so. The look on Coil's face was indescribable. In all of his wildest fantasies, he never could have truly imagined seeing him like that. With his eyes clouded by lust, his mouth hanging slightly agape, panting like a mutt, he looked stunning. So utterly ruined by something as simple as Slingshot filling him up. They shared a gasp as he began to roll his hips, fully bottoming out before pulling out and thrusting back in.
Slingshot felt greedy as he leaned in to kiss Coil. There was so much he wanted out of him, and he had every intention to take and take, until there was nothing but a trembling, weeping mutt left in his wake. Coil wrapped his legs around his waist and drew him in closer. Slingshot snapped his hips forward even harder, eliciting a sharp, muffled cry from Coil. It was so addictively warm and wet and tight inside of him– and he wanted nothing more than to pin him down and keep him there, using him for hours upon hours.
Slingshot continued to set a rougher pace, losing himself in the ecstasy of the moment shared between them. He pulled away with a gasp, taking in the sight of Coil, who let his head fall back against the wall. He went impossiblely harder, until Coil was reduced to broken, needy whimpers and tears.
“Such an obedient little mutt, aren't you?” Slingshot panted roughly. “I should keep you here. Use your little cunt until I've had my fill.”
“Use me,” Coil begged as he heaved a sob.
“Of course you want that,” Slingshot chuckled breathlessly. He leaned forward and licked the shell of his ear, nibbling at it softly, before whispering into his ear, “I'm gonna break you.”
The cry that simple statement drew out of Coil was unlike anything he could have ever imagined hearing from him. It was almost maddening, the effect he had on Slingshot– all without even knowing he had that effect on him. If he knew, he would get smug and cocky again, and he wanted nothing less than that. No, he much preferred seeing him trembling, gasping, and whimpering like the pathetic mutt he was.
Maybe it was selfish of him. Maybe it was cruel, to keep the truth from him after forcing his ‘secret’ out into the open. Everything about what Coil was experiencing must have made him feel so vulnerable, and still, all Slingshot could do was take. He had never been a selfish partner– whether it be in a sexual or romantic aspect, the very notion of being selfish had always been sickening to even imagine. No, he was a giver. He was passionate, a lover at heart, and he never was the type to indulge without returning the favor. And yet, there he was, taking every last piece of Coil, pulling him apart, laying him bare, all for his own benefit. Despite the guilt that plagued him, it was far too addictive of a feeling to make himself stop.
If he continued to dwell on his guilt, it would eat him alive. Instead of letting that happen, he leaned forward and bit into Coil's shoulder, savoring both the taste of his blood spilling onto his tongue and the garbled cry he let out.
“Ss– Sling,” Coil whimpered. Everything he did went straight to his cock. All of those sounds he never could have imagined coming from his mouth turned him on so much it made his head spin.
Slingshot lapped at the blood that spilled from the wound he left in Coil's shoulder, drawing out a weak whine from the latter. Then he smashed his lips against Coil's once more, spilling his tongue into his mouth, letting him get a taste of his own blood. The sound of muffled moans and whimpers filled the room, a dizzying melody that he would not soon forget. Coil's tail was thumping against the table, and it was so obnoxiously adorable. Coil could never know just how cute Slingshot truly found him– he did not need the ego boost. Although, a small part of him was beginning to wonder if his confidence was just a facade. Why did he care so much, anyway?
Slingshot pulled away again, staying close enough that he could feel Coil's breath hot on his mouth. “I'm close,” he murmured. “Where do you want me to–”
“Inside,” Coil whined, “come inside of me, please, please.”
“Yeah?” Slingshot gasped and bucked his hips harder, drawing out the loveliest moan from Coil. “You just wanna be bred, don't you? Slut.”
“Yes! Oh gods, yes, yes–”
“Gods, I can't– stand you–” Slingshot panted between breaths.
“Y-You say that like you aren't– hah– balls deep inside o-of me–!”
“Shut up,” Slingshot growled and stole another kiss from him.
Coil seemed terribly pleased by that. Slingshot began slamming into him harder, selfishly chasing after his orgasm. All it took was a few more thrusts, and he was coming with a muffled moan.
Despite how selfish he had been, the giver in him couldn't just rest until he actually made Coil come. He hastily took his t-dick between two fingers and stroked him quickly. Slingshot pulled back, because he desperately wanted to hear how Coil sounded when he came.
“Sling, Sling, oh gods, I'm close–!”
“Yeah,” Slingshot panted, overwhelmed by the way Coil clenched around him, “come on. Come for me, mutt.”
It was as simple as that. Coil came with a cry, Slingshot's name on his tongue. They both fought to catch their breath, staring at each other through hazy eyes.
When Slingshot began to come down from his high, everything hit him all at once. They really had just done that. He was still inside of Coil. He hastily pulled out and pulled his length back into his pants and zipped them up, stumbling backwards. Coil looked terrified, for a lack of better words.
“Sling…” he whispered shakily. Coil drew his legs up to his chest, hugging onto them. He could only imagine just how vulnerable he felt, being fully naked and so… used.
The panic was beginning to set in. “Get out,” Slingshot muttered, almost involuntarily.
“Wh… What?”
“I said get out.”
“But… I… we…”
“Get out, Coil!”
Coil gasped and slid off the table, rushing to grab his clothes and pull them back on. There were tears forming in his eyes, and he hastily wiped them away. Coil rushed to the door but stopped for a moment, looking back over his shoulder. “I– I'm sorry–”
“Leave!” He shouted.
Coil choked on a sob and rushed out of the door, slamming it behind him. Slingshot fell to his knees. There was no going back. They really had done it now.