Floof to the doof

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[caret]

"Man, why can't Tiny Tina be our DM, Sitara always tries to get me sold into slavery when she's DM," Wrench grumbled, most of his attention focused on the screen. Normally Wrench played Krieg, because who wouldn't want to play a psycho whose whole skill tree revolved around getting hurt, but for this run through he had gone with Zer0 and was proving to be absolutely horrible at the stealthy ninja assassin shit. But it was all in good fun, anyway. "Because Roland never died in the first place. Let me be in denial, M!"

Playing like this, Wrench basically being in Marcus's lap, wasn't the easiest thing to do but damn if it wasn't comfortable. He jerked his controller and then sighed as he died again, leaning back into Marcus as he waited to respawn. "I'm gonna knock you out if you let another guy level up into a Duke of Ork," he said, elbowing Marcus in the side for good measure.

[cyberdrive]

"In her defense it's always more fun that way because your slave rebellions are always interesting." Marcus countered, but did notice that now that Wrench pointed it out. Wrench's denial about the death of one of the key players of the first game made him smile, but then the thought that crossed his mind was really damn grim. "Dude, Horatio was our Roland..." he frowned. Denial sounded pretty good, actually.

Marcus leaned in closer when Wrench died, doing his best to save him before he would respawn but didn't quite make it in time. "He's gonna level up. I came back to try saving you and he's probably going to kill my ass." He explained as calmly as possible as he uselessly unloaded on the ridiculously overpowered ork. "I'm going to be pissed when he doesn't even drop good loot."

[caret]

"It's all practice, babe, for when America truly enters its dystopian era and the people are looking for their Mockingjay. Those capitol fuckers aren't ready for all this!"

Ouch, too soon Marcus, too soon. Wrench glowered and decided to fuck it and use a rocket launcher on the Duke, which naturally didn't work because why would it. "Too meta, Marcus, too meta."

Wrench went silent with concentration for all of thirty seconds before he ended up dying again, not even getting a chance to fight for his life because apparently he fucked up that badly. "Fuck that noise!" he shouted, tossing the controller aside and falling over on the couch.

[cyberdrive]

"It's not too far off, I'm guessing." Marcus commented, having a hard time not tugging down Wrench's hood to get to his neck. Distractions like that were probably better left for after they'd finished taking down the final boss of Orcs.

Or not. Apparently Wrench was done suffering and barely doing damage to the thing, or wait..no...it reset. "Yeah fuck this." Marcus agreed but was still hanging on to the controller up until Wrench threw himself down onto the couch. "Oh, okay."

He paused the game and tried to be slick about following his friend down so he was still somewhat on his lap, pretty much spooning. "Can I kiss your neck now?" he asked. A couple seconds in he went ahead anyway, there wasn't really any reason he'd have to ask in the first place, but it was habit more than anything else. Marcus would rather ask and be denied than end up doing something Wrench hated. And he was pretty close to finding out that the guy didn't hate much when it came to him.

[caret]

Other then a playful flash of digitized angry eyes on the mask there was no protest or struggle against Marcus spooning him, though the request did earn him a pair of exclamation points. "I dunno, you did let me die a brutal death at the hands of giant orcs. If I was any prettier I'd have been dragged off to become their human sex slave!"

Well okay, there Marcus went ahead anyway, drawing a shudder out of Wrench as his sensitive skin was assaulted. "You didn't even get me a golden weapon. Is this how you treat all the girls?" For all his bravado Wrench very obviously didn't mind this turn of events, rearranging himself so that he was on his back with Marcus over top him.

[cyberdrive]

"You're too pretty for them. That's why you get to be my sex slave." Marcus waggled his brows just to be ridiculous but he was pretty sure Wrench couldn't see it from his position. "But I didn't let you die, you died of your own accord, man." He argued, not because Wrench was wrong, but because he could.

"I promise I'll get you all the golden legendary guns next time." He laughed, grinning down at him when Wrench repositioned himself so Marcus had him trapped between the arms holding him up. "It's not my fault the drop rate for the good stuff is so low."

[caret]

"So you'd save me from the brutal orcs just to keep me chained up for yourself? Can't say I disapprove to be honest."

Okay, maybe Wrench dying was all on him, but he expected Marcus to protect him, damnit! To have his back! To cover his ass! To- okay he didn't really expect all of that from Marcus in a game, he just liked teasing the guy. It was basically the highlight of his day.

Well, that and neck kisses.

Speaking of which, there wasn't nearly enough of that going down right now. Wrench looped his arms around Marcus's neck, cupping the back of his head with a hand to pull Marcus closer insistently. "Fine, dude, I'll put out for now but I'm definitely not marrying you until you get me a legendary grenade launcher, at least."

[cyberdrive]

"Pretty much. When you say it like that, it sounds bad. Like 50 Shades of whatever color bad."

He didn't need to be asked twice. Or once either apparently. The tug to his neck was enough to get the hint that more kissing and more groveling was in order. "Yes, of course. Only the best for the prettiest husband in the whole wide world." Maybe he was being just a tad bit extra, but he knew he could get away with it for now, and if not, at least as long as he kept pressing kisses against Wrench's neck.

One of his hands slipped up the side of his shirt to rest against warm skin. Gaming made his hands cold, and Wrench was as good a heater as any, really. Before he could fuss about it, Marcus grazed his teeth over his skin to leave a mark behind somewhere between his shoulder and the tattoo between his collar bones.