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Something was wrong, Builderman could feel it. Everything around him seemed normal, fine, but small coding errors could be spotted in small corners. Having worked in such a field, being assigned to fix up any coding error that could endanger robloxians, the head admin has had a keen eye for such things.
When John Doe spawned, the usual code that corrupted his right side glowed brightly. Zeros and ones all jumbling in rapid speed, more so than usual. The killer responded with only painful groans, agitated over the corruption seemingly getting out of hand.
The killer ran away, the opposite direction from where he came, confusing the head admin after having been ignored. A part of him felt like John was perhaps in search of something but the killer was always not clearly there so it was hard to figure out what exactly it was. Regardless, Builderman wasn't going to let an opportunity such as this slide.
He followed behind as close as possible, taking note of each step the killer made. The trail left behind seemingly fighting to stay in shape, like an eager virus wanting to get out. Builderman wasn't going to find out what it can do if he came in contact with it.
Along the way, more glitches were spotted, the head admin at times halting to take a closer look. Now that he thought of it, his team haven't made an appearance and surely there would have been proper progress in the machines by now.
John Doe halted, taking hold of their head with both hands. The killer growled as it tried to remove something out of its system, fighting whatever entity it has inside. Builderman carefully observing from the sidelines, hoping to perhaps get information.
Suddenly, the world around him shifted, the cake factory now resembling the broken castle. The admin looking around in confusion, his head looking up to see the sky box glitch between the night sky and red.
“What the hell?”
By now, the killer had moved over towards the other end of the map, the trail at least providing a proper guide for Builderman to follow. He began to climb the tower in hopes of getting a better view from above, perhaps hoping that he ran into a teammate at the top. With the map sudden change, now the team could properly regroup and hopefully 007n7 could be amongst them.
As he turned the corner to reach the highest point, Builderman jumped as he saw Twotime waiting for him at the top. The cultist waving so casually, clearly unbothered by the sudden change of the environment.
“Twotime? Where is everyone else?”
“I’m unsure. I just landed up here for me to see. If you are in search of 007 then I am afraid he is in another castle.”
“You’ve seen him?” he asked.
Twotime nodded, pointing over towards the castle that John Doe’s trail led to. Large and tall spikes covering the exit, a void of aggressive binary code blocking the only open fall that could allow escape. The hacker's hat being seen from afar, sticking out due to the contrast in colors.
“Shit. Twotime, gather the rest and tell them to get over towards the castle. John Doe seems to have it out for 007n7 and I assure you he would not be able to teleport out of this.”
“How strange that you know you want the dear hacker to rest. Before you would fight against doing so. Why the change?" Twotime asked, heading moving to the side as they watched closely the head admin's expression.
Builderman unable to provide an answer. Now that he confirmed for a fact what was happening between the killers and 007n7, he couldn't help but feel slight annoyance at the situation.
Sure everyone has said it time and time again how the hacker needed proper rest but even if they tried it seems the killers have gained an interest. Now it's like he has to fight off more than he should have, a sense of responsibility over having allowed such a thing to happen. Maybe if he had responded appropriately sooner, this wouldn't be happening.
“Builderman?”
“Gather everyone and tell them to come to the castle. Something is going on and the map change could just be the start of it.”
The cultist nodded, allowing the other to ignore their question and instead focus on the things at hand. Builderman watches Twotime jump and land safely into the grass, rushing behind the tower in hopes to gather the rest of the team. The admin following behind, instead taking a different direction as he headed towards the spike walls that blocked the entrance of the top of the castle, Builderman evaluating where to put his machines.
It has been some time since John Doe has been seen as well as 007n7. At this angle no one would be able to keep a look out for what could be occurring. Builderman unable to find another way to get a better look above then the tower he just left.
The lack of noise was deafening for the admin, interrupted by the sound of footsteps coming from behind him as the group of survivors all looked at the cage John Doe had manage to build.
“No way he did all this,” Chance said with disbelief in his voice, looking across the length of the spikes in pure shock.
“I didn't know he was capable of this,” Shedletsky admitted, “And the map change? That was so sudden as well.”
“Perhaps what is keeping us here has been growing restless,” Duesskar explained, “As one can see, the coding among the spikes is rather aggressive.”
“But why?”
“Doesn't matter why,” Builderman interrupted, “Has 007n7 been seen at all this round?”
Everyone shook their heads, each one turning towards one another to recheck if perhaps they had missed the single father. Guest looking up, already having out the pieces together over the sudden question.
“When we first spawn in the cake factory,” Noob began, “I saw him above ground. Perhaps the map change kept the elevation the same.”
“I’m afraid you're right,” the head admin sighed, “I was at the tower when it happened. Twotime and I managed to catch a sight of him above the castle but John Doe had already arrived.”
“🤲👉🙌👸🙏🤭” (We gotta rescue the princess!)
“Then maybe we can wait out until the spikes retract. Surely it shouldn't take long, right?” Chance suggested, their hand nearly inches away from the corrupted code before suddenly jumping back with a groan of pain.
Builderman confusingly observing the gambler, Elliot walking over to take a look at the injury. The group knowing well that the only thing that can cause damage was the void of code that John Doe would stomp onto the ground, the spikes never causing such damage just by touch alone.
“Did it hurt?” the blonde asked, looking at Chance's face with a questionable look.
“Yes it did! I don’t remember those things hurting!”
The ground shook as the spikes grew taller, the group backing away from the castle. Builderman looking at the sky once again, the change now more apparent, switching between dark blue and red.
“What is going on?!” Noob screamed, Veeronica holding them in a soft embrace.
“Do you think it is the thing?” Shedletsky asked, turning towards Builderman and Duesskar.
“There is no doubt about it but why? Why the change in map? Why the sudden buff to John Doe? What could it be trying to do?”
Questions ran yet no answers could be given. The silence above the castle only made things worse, John Doe nor 007n7 could be heard even from close proximity. Builderman turning to the tower, now having everyone here he felt more assured leaving them here in case the spikes were to fade.
“Stay here. I’ll head to the tower to get a better look,” Builderman announced, Shedletsky nodding in agreement as he turned towards the others.
“Let me come with you,” said Guest, already following behind Builderman.
“No. You need to be here in case the spikes go down and 007n7 requires support. I doubt John would approach him that way… I hope.”
Without any more resistance, Builderman ran towards the tower, hoping to catch a glimpse of the hacker's situation. Builderman hoped that John was really just trying to kill him, the killer being too out of control to even think properly.
His worst fears would be that John Doe would force himself upon 007n7, the robloxian having no control over his own anatomy that can result in harm. Maybe the entity has grown an interest in ruining everyone’s plans, using the opportunity to truly hurt 007 by taking John Doe’s body by force.
As he reaches the top, the head admin catches his breath as he first takes notice of the sky continuously swapping between blue and red. Next, his eyes fell down towards the team who all stood around as they investigated the spikes, hoping to perhaps use their abilities to get them through.
Finally, he looked above the castle, searching with full dread for the hacker. For once he held his breath as his eyes tried to take in the scene. Mouth dry and face turning red as he finally saw 007n7.
And Builderman hopes he can keep this image in his mind forever.
…
The hacker took a deep breath, observing his surroundings as he noticed he managed to get a decent spawn point. The gated floor and the lack of visibility of his team made it much better as he was in an elevated part of the map.
007n7 turned to spot the generator nearby, seeming he was now on break he would return to his usual routine. Fixing generators was all he was good for now, probably will last a round or two for break before Builderman says he is contributing nothing once again.
A defeated sigh escaped his lips, already connecting the wires to their respective spots. His hands went from memory alone, having done it for so long that it just felt normal. Feeling useless and afraid.
Too distracted in his thoughts, the map around him was slowly shifting, the sky changing between the night sky and red. A familiar feeling of being watched falling upon the hacker. 007 paying no mind to it, perhaps Builderman had managed to spot him and come over to ‘protect’ him.
As the machine was fully repaired, the single father stood up from the gated floor, getting a proper look at the map around him. Small glitches catching his eye, the sky indecisive whether to agree on a color. It almost reminded him of his dreams of before.
In an instant, the ground below him changed into hardened cement. 007n7 gasped in surprise at the sudden change, looking over to notice that he now stood above the castle in Bradon’s World.
“How did- Huh?”
The ground shook, red binary code sprouting from below, blocking his path. 7 immediately taking out his panel, having already figured out who the killer was, it would be wise to just teleport out of the situation.
However, as he pressed the command to cross the map, his c00lgui was taken over by the corruption. 007n7 flinching his hand away as it continued to consume his panel full, the hacker having no choice but to await his impending doom up above.
His head looked around in hopes to have a running chance, looking over the walls as his eyes caught sight of the spikes below. No sight of the killer whatsoever, making him even more anxious as he awaited his end.
He felt nervous around the robloxian, unlike the other killers, John Doe was more out of control. He wasn't comparable to them, all seemingly being rather aware of the situation and taking advantage of it.
One side of his body was fully covered in code, red binary controlling the killer's move as it was the giant claw that always struck first. Whatever entity it was that trapped them all here clearly took over John Doe, making sure to play the part in the round to make things more ‘fun’ in its eyes.
There was no feeling whatsoever when it came to him, so 007n7 already expected nothing more than his untimely death. At the very least he would be left alone and unbothered by the others, able to run off to his cabin once it was all said and done.
John Doe finally appeared, blocking the path from the only open exit 007 had, growling as he fiercely implanted his corruption onto the floor. The incline to his right having a similar treatment, trapping the hacker towards the corner of the stretched out dead end path.
The corruption increasingly got more aggressive the closer the killer walked towards 007n7, the single father pressing his back against the cement wall, trying to stall for time as much as he could. His hands moving in front of him, putting a small invisible wall between the two even if he knows it wouldn't mean anything towards the bigger man.
“W-Well! You caught me! Haha,” 007n7 nervously laughed, the killer ignoring the awkward attempt as they inched closer and closer, “Maybe we can talk this out! I- can fix the corruption if you like! Well- I can try to fix it.”
A large claw pierced the wall behind the hacker, stopping 007 completely from speaking, the binary code jumbling rapidly.
Red.
Pulsing.
Alive.
John Doe’s body caging 7, no escape in sight for him as he swallowed. The trail that was always left behind ensuring that any attempt would be an easy death. His face leaning over the single father, half his face covered by code and the other free from control. However, instead of having his usual smile, John Doe now had a more serious look. Something wasn't right.
“H-Hurt…” the killer softly spoke, 007n7 being caught off guard.
No one has heard John Doe speak ever since they got here, Builderman having only mentioned that he was a regular robloxian until they went missing one day. The only outside source they had about John was through the main admin yet it was clear he held on more to the truth.
A hand reached to caress the hacker’s cheek, 007 jumping at the sudden touch. His head still in the same position, having the corrupted arm to his left minimized any proper movement to reject his touch. Yet it wasn't totally unwanted.
“W-Where does it hurt?” the survivor asked, still maintaining caution.
John’s hand moved away from his face, slowly moving to touch his own chest, specifically his heart. Corruption still hadn't reached it, only maintaining sticking to one side for the entire time here. 007n7’s eyes take note how the killer grasp at their shirt, almost wanting to grab the beating organ.
“Y-Your heart?”
The killer only nodded, wincing as the binary code glowed increasingly red. John Doe grunting in discomfort, unintentionally leaning closer towards 007n7’s warmth. The hacker, freezing up, had both in front of his chest for caution.
“1x say… You help,” he whispered.
“I-I do?”
John backs slightly away, allowing him to carefully observe the survivor in his reach. His corruption seemingly stabilized for a small amount, only for it to intensely spike back up.
007n7 was talked about on the other side, John Doe only hearing the conversation the killers had about the survivor. While most of it was a blur, a common phrase would usually repeat.
007n7 is the one.
For what? John Doe didn't seem to know but at last it was time for him to find out. Each round passes by with hope, holding breath to be the next killer to be the one and meet this 007n7. For once in John's time here, he actually had hope.
Just for something, someone, to destroy it. Upon spawning, the Specter tried to take over John Doe, the killer seemingly fighting back to have a bit of control. It hurt.
“Please…” the killer begged, light tears rolling down John’s cheek, pulling 007n7’s heart strings at the sight of the killer in pain.
“Alright. I’ll help.”
John Doe moved away carefully, making sure to not frighten the small survivor. The space now allows 7 to slowly remove his clothes, his eyes never leaving the killer. While John looked back in excitement, 007n7 was still terrified. His comment from before- How 1x mentions that he supposedly ‘helped’ was something he never thought he would hear.
Being seen as more useful to the other side than his own team.
He was left with only hit underwear and shirt, the white cloth big enough to cover his thighs in a tempting manner that John Doe couldn't help but get excited at the sight. The corrupted claw reached out to hold 007 but was immediately stopped by sudden pain.
“H-Hurt!” he yelped, 007n7 only carefully observing the corruption once again glow brightly red.
“Doubt you would be in a position to help…” the hacker concluded, instead getting down on his knees in front of John.
The killer was occupied with the pain to not have taken notice of 007 unbuckling his pants. Every few seconds he would pause, awaiting to see if the killer was truly there, only to receive confirmation by an excited command.
Finally, his large cock was released in front of the survivor, 007n7 being caught off guard. Unlike his body, John Doe’s penis wasn’t corrupted, probably because whatever thing it was, it did not want to take total control of him. It was yellow like his skin, blushing at the tip as pre cum oozed.
007n7 taking hold of the killer's erection, John Doe wincing slightly at the action, binary code slowly returning back to normal. Both hands placed upon his shaft, slowly moving them back and fourth. The hacker is still at edge, unable to fully indulge the killer with a proper pleasurable experience if he feared that at any moment he could be killed. For once he was the one in control, having been the one to get down on his knees yet he was still on a leash. A tight one.
Slowly, 007 pumped faster, John Doe’s grunt turning into growls and moans. The tip right in view for the survivor to see, cum oozing down as it threatened to paint all over his face. 7 making sure to keep distance from the corruption, afraid that it could reach out and hurt him if he got too close.
John placed a hand upon their mouth, teeth biting down on his own skin to hold back. Binary code rapidly jumbling around, almost looking like it was alive.
His hands halted, 007n7 freezing in place as a giant claw was placed upon his shoulder, his head tilting up to meet the killer's eyes. The cock in his hands leaking with excitement, clearly enjoying the stimulation the hacker was providing yet still required more.
The killer pushed 007 onto his back, catching the survivor off guard as the killer towered above him. A small yelp escaped his lips, the hacker terrified over the change in position.
Maybe he did something wrong or perhaps John was growing bored with just his hands! The constant moaning was an indication that he was doing well to relieve him so what could have made him pin him down?!
“In…” John Doe gasped, teasingly bucking his hips forward as his erected cock pressed against 007’s ass.
Wet cum staining the last bit of clothes that covered the survivor, besides the shirt that made it seem like a dress. 007 flustered at the action, face turning red as John Doe continued to tease his covered hole. After having been left on edge by Noob due to Builderman interfering, 007n7 hated to admit how much he missed being filled up. The previous round not being so long ago which made him more embarrassed to admit to it.
A hand moved under his shirt, hooking his finger on the boxers and slowly lowering them to release the hacker's rising cock and tight hole. The cold air hitting his bottom, 007 turning to face away from John at the shame for being exposed in such a way.
The tip once more teased 007n7’s entrance, the hacker immediately springing into action at the realization of the situation. He knows that John Doe wasn't fully in control but he surely wouldn't go in dry!
“W-Wait-!” 007 tried to warn him, his hands moving to his chest in an attempt to push back.
John fortunately took notice and held still, eyes looking back at 007n7’s own. Tilting his head to the side in curiosity, awaiting for the survivor to relax before moving forward.
“You might need to prepare me. I doubt I would be able to handle so much…” he stated, looking away in shame.
At that very moment something snapped, the corruption on John Doe's side immediately springing back to life as the killer grunted in pain. Both hands taking hold of 7’s hips, the hacker jumped over the sudden switch. as it was clear that his words were in deaf ears.
John Doe hungrily looked down upon the hacker, savoring every inch carefully. 007n7 took notice of the clear control the entity had on John, almost possessing him.
Taking the chance, John Doe aligned his cock without preparation, 007n7 fighting once more as he knew damn well that whatever entity was that controlled John Doe clearly wanted to be more involved.. His hands fighting against the other's chest in resistance, his lack of proper food leaving him vulnerable to anyone bigger.
“W-Wait I said wait!”
His pleas went unheard as the killer thrusted forward with a low groan, 007 arching his back as the tip of John’s cock hit his prostate instantly. Warm wet walls squeezing the intruder, milking it as each movement backwards made the hacker fear that John would just leave him at edge. The hacker’s own cock leaked cum from the tip as it nearly reached his own abdomen.
007n7’s head leaning back towards the cement walls of the castle, John Doe increasing their movements speeds rapidly as the glow of his right side burned brighter. Claw sinking deep into the hacker's flesh as in fear he would disappear, the single father's hands bracing against the floor as he tired to cling to anything.
“Nmmgh! S-Slow down!” he cried, surprised that he was in fact able to take in John Doe raw without any preparation.
Yet something felt off. John Doe didn't feel like himself, the corruption looking stranger every second that passes, familiar in a sense. It felt like 007 had seen it before in a dream.
His mind went blank as another thrust penetrated further inside, the outline of the killer's cock bulging out of 007’s abdomen in an almost outwardly sense. 7’s legs fighting to stay open from his left side, trying his best to not come into contact with the corruption that stained the killer.
John Doe moving 007 around like a doll, easily changing him in various positions without having removed his cock from inside. Twisting and turning the survivor’s smaller body, 007’s insides squeezing the shaft tighter with each movement. First having his back against the floor, then turning him around to have his chest, now once again his back but instead his ass being lifted in a position that allowed John to fuck deeper.
“Ghnnk! Nmmp-! S-Slow… Hah- Down!” he begged, John only continually thrusting forward faster.
His cock began to swell, the killer stopping his movements at the realization that he was going to cum inside the hacker. The killer growling animalistic as if fighting his own body, 007n7 taking the small window of opportunity to peek behind his shoulder to watch. The corruption is fighting to take over John’s full body, the yellow skin and black ooze both fighting back and forth. If it weren't for the fact that 007 was literally being penetrated by said killer, he would have helped by now.
The claw that held tightly on his hip loosened its hold, yet the normal hand still remained on the other side. Red binary code jumbling faster, 007n7’s inside suddenly expanding as the tip of John Doe's cock locked the two together.
“Nngh! W-What the-?!”
John Doe moved forward, his teeth sinking into 007’s shoulder. The hacker gasping over the sudden movement, tears spilling from his eyes and mouth open widely as he moaned at the feeling of his body expanding. Corruption slowly losing its glow, no longer glowing red as it once did, John’s body relaxing as he seemingly one an inner battle.
Time seemingly out of their minds as the two men tried catching their breath, John Doe's cock still inside 007n7, the hacker’s walls still squeezing tightly that prevented any separation. Cum covering his insides, his abdomen expanded to form a small bulge of the killer's liquids. A switch had hit John, now licking the bite that was placed on 7’s shoulder, claw softly caressing the bruises he had previously left behind.
Mentally, the killer was now forming a smug look on his face, having maintained victory over his own will of his body. Fighting of the Specter's influence, yet some parts he wishes he had more control of. In the end it was John Doe himself who had the final say in the matter.
“Sorry…” a soft voice could be heard leaving John Doe’s mouth, placing small kisses all over 007’s shoulder as they both finally regulated their breaths.
The world around them suddenly warping, John feeling the anger that came with it. It was clear the Specter wasn't going to allow the small victory the killer had over it. Regardless, now John no longer maintained a stoic look on his face, catching C00lkid off guard upon his return back to the killer's cabin.
“Wow! You’re actually smiling!” he pointed out.
…
As everyone settled down on the table, many eyes moved over towards 007n7. The hacker seemingly tired as his eyes threatened to close. However, the rest of the team refused to let him sleep just yet, curious to know what had happened during his time trapped above.
While some survivors probably already feared the worst, knowing fully well what 007 had to be put through due to their sake, they all had hope that maybe it didn't lead to it. Duesskar and Guest both managing to support the single father, who swayed side to side in exhaustion.
“Damn! Wonder what John did to make him so tired,” Chance smiled, flipping a coin as Elliot glared at the other's direction.
“Maybe we should let him rest first,” Noob insisted, “We can ask questions later…”
Many murmured in agreement, Guest doing the honors to, quite easily, lift 007 into his arms and carry him bridal style back to his lonesome cabin. Duesskar wanting to follow behind only to take notice of Builderman having a rather strange look to him.
Curiously, the flame wizard floated over at the smaller admin’s side, making sure to not cause any suspicions from the rest. Taph being the only one to have gone a different direction than the rest, probably preparing a small meal to eat.
“Builderman?” Duesskar asked, making the admin jump.
“D-Dueskkar- Sorry were you saying something?”
“Not at all. However, I did see how you lacked any input for the round. Usually you are the first to start a conversation. Makes me wonder what you know.”
The head admin sighed, unable to hide the clear blush that decorated his grey skin. His hand leaning against his forehead at the reminder of what he saw.
When he climbed the tower, the spikes below seemingly not budging, Builderman had caught sight of it all. He saw the way John Doe leaned in close, words soft and unable to hear what both discussed but in the end it resulted in a rather lewd end. To say he cursed the building for having such decoration that made things harder for Builderman to see was an understatement, at times leaning further at the edge to get a better look.
He was supposed to keep a look out for the hacker after all.
007’s soft moans reached his ears, though there were times he wished to intervene. It seemed John Doe was out of control, in a way that even the killer had no say in the situation. It explained the sudden buff to the spikes that blocked their path up.
“Builderman?” Duesskar asked again, face tilting to the side in curiosity at the lack of response.
“I- I wish that things were more different,” the smaller admin confessed, “I wish that maybe it was a natural overtime bond that was formed and not… this.”
“Do you mean-?”
“Is it wrong that we all gain an interest after he has been used in such a way? Does it make us just as bad as the killers for even suggesting this?”
The two laid in silence, unable to provide an answer to Builderman’s own questions. 007n7 was sacrificed to the killers, his body used for free rounds and now the moment the team knew about it, they suddenly had the courage to show their kindness?
“Have you ever even thought of him before that match?” Builderman asked, Duesskar flinching at the memory.
It isn't clear if the head admin knew which match he spoke of, perhaps it was just an educated guess due to the patterns he had taken notice of. Each round that passed added another person to 007’s circle, Builderman now yearning for a place. Yet the question still remains, would they have even bothered with 007n7 if he ever was put out like that?
“I’m not sure,” Duesskar admitted, with a slight sadness in his tone.
“I would have to speak to him first. Everyone is on him like protective birds on their chick and I fear I would get mauled if I tried anything right now,” Builderman explained, standing up from his seat.
“And will you follow through? Will you allow yourself to open up to him?” the flame wizard asked, holding his staff tightly in anticipation.
The other man didn't respond, instead walking away without an answer, leaving Dueskkar alone in the return table. Builderman’s question lingering on his head, unable to properly give a good answer. He feared that maybe they wouldn't have bothered with the hacker if it wasn't for the killer’s advances, perhaps the group wanted control in some sort.
Perhaps it should require another meeting.
…
Builderman held his breath, everyone having gone back to the main cabin to rest. He waited until the very last few finally left 007 alone, wishing for the two to go uninterrupted. It was just to discuss of course, Builderman didn't want to push anything upon 007n7 at this time.
That is if he asks to.
He gently knocked the door, taking hold of the door handle after the lack of response from the other. Upon entering, his eyes observed the scene before him, taking note of every little detail he could. Not many came to his cabin, 007 usually being left alone and no one barely coming in to check on him. That is until now.
Most have probably entered and laid upon the bed, making sure to drown 7’s moans to not let anyone get suspicious. It was a miracle how Builderman hadn't found out that nearly half the team had slept with him, already knowing how very vocal 007n7 was when it came to sex.
He had little clue how he would be, his mind running with possible scenarios. Catching Noob and 007n7 engage with one another was already shocking enough, then to see John Doe doing the same from afar only made things much more tempting.
Builderman shook his head, trying to forget about the scene beforehand. He did not want such lewd images to appear as he tried to have a civil conversation with the hacker.
He stopped as he stood near the bed, his hand reaching to softly shake 007n7 awake, his eyes slowly opening to greet the head admin.
“Builderman? W-What are you doing here?” 007 yawned, sitting up to be at least eye to eye with him.
Doing so revealed his current state, a long white shirt that belonged to Shedletsky fully engulfed his entire figure, neck more exposed as the bite marks were covered in cream. His collar bone was very visible and skin sickly pale that reflected against the moonlight.
He looked almost like a living corpse.
“Sorry. Just wanted to ask a few things without anyone around,” Builderman began, “They have been very protective over you recently and I guess I can finally see why that is.”
The single father looked down upon his appearance, surprised in the current state he currently was in. Quickly lifting the blanket to hide everything but his face, slightly blushing at the realization that Builderman and perhaps the rest of the team had seen him in such a state.
“S-Sorry.”
“No. Don’t apologize. I should be the one to be sorry. I let my past grudge against you to cloud my judgement and allow this to happen to you. You need proper care and rest and I have made it nearly impossible for you to receive it.”
“That’s not true! I’m glad I am at least able to help the team-”
“But like this?! 007n7, I saw what happened. I saw with John Doe. You were basically powerless against him and yet you still allowed it!”
“B-But it was consensual,” 007 yells back.
“The power imbalance against you and the killers is not true consent. They know they can do anything to you without any repercussions!”
Tears started to stream down the brunette’s face, Builderman stopping his rant as he carefully placed a hand upon his shoulder. 007n7 leaning his check against it, almost in search for comfort. He didn't want to accept it. He was helping his team! Why can't Builderman see that?!
“I just want to be useful…” he cried.
“Not like this. You don't have to do it like this. Everyone is worried about you. It was wrong to put so much pressure upon you and I blame myself for that.”
The shorter man allowed the other to cry, 007n7 trying to hold in as much noise as he could only to fail as whimpers escaped his mouth.
Maybe he enjoyed the attention he was receiving from both sides. Maybe he liked being used as such. Maybe he liked to feel pain. Maybe he was just desperate to feel anything but sadness that he would resort to anything to forget about it all.
Maybe, he wanted to be loved.
“007n7. You don't have to continue this,” Builderman begins, “It's clear you are unwell and need rest-”
“It doesn't matter. They know what I am and can do,” 007 interrupts, “The killers will come to me regardless if that is what I want or not.”
“Then we won't allow them to get to you.”
“Please don't. I can't let everyone die due to me…”
“Then only let me do it. I deserve to as it was me that put you in this position.”
Builderman leaned close, his face close to 007n7, hands resting upon his cheek as he cleaned the tears that streamed down the others face. His brown eyes sparkling against the night sky outside, reflecting Builderman’s own face due to how close he was.
“Please… Don't do it. Not for me,” 007n7 begged, his arms locking the back of Builderman’s neck, tugging him closer as both their lips were just centimeters apart.
Their eyes locked, staring into each other for a long time. Builderman unable to move at the realization of their position, fighting himself to move forward for a kiss or retrieve back. He didn't deserve him, not Builderman.
But something called to him, having seen what John Doe has done, a killer he had known prior to this hell made him almost protective. In a sense it was his fault for not doing better with John, maybe if things were different, he wouldn’t have acted in such a way.
This is how probably everyone felt wasn't it? To see a part of themselves hurt 007n7, someone innocent to their own personal situation that made them act against it, reclaim and undue whatever was brought upon the hacker. It wasn't power or superiority that they wanted, it was forgiveness.
Forgiveness for having hurt him, for having left him to be alone. Months of being isolated building up and now the signs of neglect showed. Maybe there was a better way to show it but it was already far too late.
Builderman wants 007n7 to forgive him.
The hacker leaned closer, both their lips finally coming into contact. Builderman holding his face tightly, wanting to pull back yet wanting to stay forever. His body getting on top of the other, gaining an upper hand in height. Builderman's tongue requesting entrance, 7 allowing him to taste inside moaning as the two fought in a synced dance. One hand moving to 007n7’s cover chest, squeezing the flesh as the other cried out, Builderman winning against the hacker, a smug smile forming on his face.
The blanket that covered 007n7’s figure slowly slipped off, allowing a better view for the admin above to admire the hacker. Builderman leaning away, a string of saliva connecting the two as 007n7 caught his breath. Eyes looking over to his exposed figure, marks more clearly than before.
“You're so thin. Elliot was right in trying to feed you,” Builderman teased, both hands moving to hold 007’s hips, his thumbs nearly touching due to his small waist.
“Yet your chest seems rather plump. Strange how that works.”
“Please just- Get on with it,” 007 begged, growing more flustered as the other’s hands pressed against his body.
The hacker's cock raising in anticipation underneath Shedletsky's shirt, Builderman lifting the cloth to reveal his exposed bottom half, an eyebrow raising look appeared upon Builderman which 007n7 already could tell what the question was.
“I-I removed them once everyone was gone… It was painful to put the bottom part,” he admitted with blush painting his entire face.
“Glad to know that,” Builderman replied, his hand already acting fast to remove his own pants and underwear.
His length sprung open, already leaking in anticipation. 007n7 moaning at the sight, his hole twitching as if prepared to take him full. Builderman smirked over the hacker's reaction, his ego being hit with high praise at the thought that he was the only one to have caused such a reaction.
Builderman's hand moved towards his ass, a finger slowly sinking inside his warm wet walls, 007n7 flinching at the pain, having recently woken up made his body more tired than he originally thought.
“Relax. I don’t want to hurt you.”
The brunette nodded, hiding his face against the pillow as Builderman thrusted forward, his finger much thicker than most that it caught 7 by surprise. The admin making sure to be slow, wanting the hacker to adjust before he moved in with a second finger.
His hole twitching against his digit, slowly penetrating another one as the two fingers buried inside the hacker at a slow pace. Scissoring his anus open, each movement forward causing a cry to escape 007n7, the only protection being the pillow besides him to bite down on.
A third soon followed, pressing down against the warm flesh. Builderman’s own cock now leaking precum from the tip, eager to enter the hacker fully. He wanted 007n7 to beg, to plead, to ask for him to go faster. Each thrust only excited the smaller man's cock even more, in rut as in wanting to breed the other below him. Even if it was impossible, one could always dream.
His fingers finally backed out, a pop escaping as the hole twitched. 007n7 turned to face Builderman with a rather annoyed look, unsatisfied to be left on edge in such a state. Cock twitching in eagerness to spill, hole awaiting to be filled, body begging for more heat and mouth craving for more.
“Builderman-!” 007n7 moaned, unable to properly yell out his full request yet it was still clear to the admin what he desired.
“Pretty,” he replied, already aligning himself to penetrate inside, hands taking hold of the other's hip.
In a swift motion, Builderman thrust forward, his cock burying itself as it easily hit the other's prostate. 007n7’s head being thrown back at the action, holding in any noise as best as he could as the other man continued to hit the same spot over and over again. Cock spilling all over his own body, painting his pale skin with white cum.
“Ahh- So b-big!” he moaned, failing to hold in any moans, Builderman increasing his speed every second as he desired more.
“Imagine if I was at full power,” he grunted, “Having you sitting on my cock as I run a meeting with the other admins. You moaning as I hit your insides continuously. F-Fuck.”
“P-Please! D-David!”
“I would love to see you full with my children. Ngh- Chest leaking with milk as I return from work. Ahh, almost making me jealous of myself.”
His speed quickened, hands holding 007n7 tighter as he angled himself in a better position. The hacker nearly bent in half as Builderman continued to thrust forward, moving the other's thighs above his own shoulder, face close to one another to see every single reaction.
“F-Fuck- 007-!” he groaned, spilling inside as a small bump could be seen forming against the hacker’s abdomen.
Pride was taking over him, continuing to thrust forward even more at the sight alone. Cries echoing only inside the cabin, everything outside being a forgotten memory for the two. No worries about the round nor the others let them stop, instead it only heightened the pleasure.
To say he was jealous was an understatement. He was seething at the realization Shedletsky had slept with 007n7 before him. He was upset that Guest was the first to do it.
But that didn't matter now.
All that mattered was them in this very moment.
And Builderman will make sure to make the most of it.