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“I said shut up.”
Rand did want this, but he didn't like being told what to do. He didn't like the fact that he was being forced to do stuff. What if someone were to break in, and only he noticed, or something happened and he was unable to tell Rolan? It was dangerous. So fucking dangerous, it wasn't fair. Oh god. This would turn out horribly and-
“Stop.” His voice was gruff, degrading and quiet because they had just woken up, a buzzing accompanying it in the background. The buzzes weren't even coming from him talking, they just appeared, as if they had the right to do so. It was nice though, comforting in a terrible, dangerous way that could kill him at any second.
Fuck Rolan- not in that way- for making him scared, honestly. He doesn't get to control Rand, especially not in a sexual setting, in a setting where they are more vulnerable than ever. That just wasn't fair. Oh, and for stalling. That too.
Thank God, if he truly is real and his mom was right this entire time, that Kian is making food already, and she's focused on that. If they came in here, they'd laugh and make some shitty joke about how “things have changed.” Fucking Kian Stone- but that's just who he is, and honestly, Rand wouldn't change that for the world.
Rand's usually the one in control in these situations, the one leading, and god does he hate being the one being controlled. It's not fai-
A piercing- what even is that? is that a fucking claw? No, probably not, it's too small.- blade, of sorts, enters his arm, not enough to draw blood- jesus fucking christ, it hurt like fucking hell. “Stop thinking.”
“Why?”
“I didn't tell you you could,” he had no fucking right to tell him what to do, honestly. They might be stronger, maybe he's more handsome and smarter and better in every thinkable way than Rand ever will be, but he doesn't get to be so fucking bossy. “And plus, I already asked you earlier.”
Like hell could Rand remember that shit, he was barely fucking paying attention. Rolan should know that, they’ve been… well, they escaped Galloway a year ago, Jesus, only a year and so much shit has changed.
He hates having to remember that, remember the day Kian died three times, twice from the hive and once from Rolan after she became a bug. He hates having to remember the day he almost lost Rolan too, if it wasn't for the queen's death.
That day, they got out though. They had finally escaped the blood and viscera and gore painting the streets and homes of the once quiet bayou town, the home he lived in for 33 fucking years. That day, Kian was brought back to life, not once, but twice, from some crazy spell that he had learnt with Becky, in the very place she had died.
Fuck, he really needed to think about something else or he's going to spiral. He's supposed to be enjoying-
“Ow!” Blood drips down his arm. Rolan had apparently decided that they'd go through with puncturing Rand's already fucked skin. “Fuck was that for!?”
Rolan was laying on top of Rand, his eyes having turned inky void black sometime in the past few minutes while Rand was zoned out, grey and black hairs falling down beside his beige skin- more yellow than usual, a trait that only really occurred when they weren't paying attention- and God, was he handsome. Not fair. It made him feel a certain way that 8 months ago, he would've repressed and hidden.
“I warned you.”
“No you didn't.”
“Yes I did. I said "stop thinking.””
“That's not a warning, man.”
Rolan squints their eyes, seemingly trying to read Rand- this fucker. They're a fucking asshole for being able to know when Rand's brain turns on him, yeah, okay maybe its a good thing but its still not fair. He should be allowed to think. Maybe.
“Get off me.”
“No.” Fucking dipshit.
He tries sitting up and holy shit was Rolan always this strong?- and gets pushed right back down to the bed, this time being pinned down with so much more force. Well, fuck.
“Fucking- you're a fucking dick.”
“That’s why you want me so bad. Now shut up.”
“You don't get to tell me what to do.”
Rolan lets out a muffled hum, covered by buzzes and clicks ripping their way out of his throat, and whether the hum is from disagreement or displeasure, Rand can't tell.
The clicking subsides a bit, the buzzing remaining but it seems like Rolan is trying to stop, to control the buzzes and clicks that were making their way out. “Don't stop, man.”
Rand, as horrible as the clicking is for his paranoia, doesn't want it to go. It's a reminder that Rolan's okay, that he trusts them enough to be a bee or whatever the fuck he is around them. It's a reminder that they're safe, that the horrors and terror and literal hell they went through is over, and they survived. Mostly. They're alive. The scent of blood no longer clings to their clothes, the bugs are dead- except for Rolan.
Rolan tilts their head slightly, the way Kian does when she doesn't understand something- he probably picked it up from them, to be honest. The bug in his head seems to have a habit of copying Rand or Kian's mannerisms, it's cute though- and he raises an eyebrow, and holy shit why is he so fucking handsome.
“The buzzing? I thought it was annoying you.”
“It's not. I like it.”
Once more, Rolan hums, the buzzing and clicks picking back up at a pace that Rand's sure not even the whole hive could match. It was nice. Soft. Home. It felt like everything good, like they were safe and nothing would ever get them.
He knows that's not true, but a man can surely dream.
A mantis leg- when the fuck did that get there?- crawls down his side, hooking itself onto his pants, not daring to pull it down.
Rand's fucking sick of the stalling, he's hard and needy and bored. Rolan's such a fucking asshole. “Stop stalling.”
“I’m not.” Jesus fucking christ, Rolan…
“Yes you are.”
“You don't get to talk.”
“Freedom of speech.”
“Not anymore.”
Fucking asshat. Rand reaches up, grabbing a handful of Rolan's hair and shoving him down, towards his lower body. They surprisingly don't resist, finally allowing Rand to sit up, which he does immediately. “I'll shut up if you actually do something.”
“Asshole.”
“Dork.”
“Dumbass.”
“Nerd.”
The mantis arm that was hooked onto his pants fucking rips down Rand’s pants and boxers, throwing them off to the side as if they are nothing. Dipshit.
“Those were new, man!”
“You rushed me.” Okay, yeah, maybe that was true, but they were good pants! Maybe if it was those pants with the holes, he wouldn't mind as much, but that shit was new, so it was different.
“You're buying me new pants.”
“I already buy all your clothes.”
“No, I do.”
“With my money.”
Yeah, okay, whatever. Maybe they did. But still.
Rand's penis was nothing to be proud of, honestly. It's small, and thick, and gross, no matter how much Kian tells him that she loves it. He knows it's another lie.
The scythe?? Claw? Whatever the fuck that is arm shifts back into that of a regular human arm, bones and muscles moving in ways that are physically impossible, covering itself in skin. How the blood doesn't escape during that process will always terrify Rand. Rolans now human hand moves to his hip- holy fucking shit he wanted to push it down to his dick.
“I'm going to fall off the bed if you don't let go of my hair, man.” There's an undertone of humor in his voice, although, and now that he actually looks down at where Rolan is on the bed, Rand can in fact see that they're not lying.
“Then actually do something.” He lets go of the fistful of greys and black, letting it droop back down into the head of messy hair. He really didn't want to because, as stupid as it sounds, the feeling of Rolan's hair was comforting. But whatever, if it'll get them to suck his dick faster, then it's worth it.
“Fuck you.”
“Then when will you actually do it?”
Rolan raises an eyebrow, a smirk on his face. “What, you don't want Kian to see us?”
Rolan is too good at reading him, too good at seeing into whatever he's thinking. Now he understands how Kian feels- but honestly, Kian deserves it because she lies all the fucking time. At least Rand tries to be honest. It's like she doesn't even have honesty programmed into her.
Okay, this is taking way too fucking long, and Rolan has readjusted so that he won't fall off the bed.. Maybe rand could just… no. No he can't, he already stopped, and it'd be wrong.
“Rolan..” Rand groaned, laying back down onto the bed.
“Jesus Christ, Rand. Give me a second.”
God, he was needy. Sure, not as much as Kian, who seemed to be constantly horny- to the point where it felt nearly impossible for him to not be- but still. In this moment, he felt so needy and vulnerable in every single good way.
Rolan slides down his body, grabbing hold of Rand's dick with his mouth, and despite how much Rand had prepared, he can't help but let out a bit of a whine- a good one, though. The vibration of the buzzes only adds to the whole thing, vibrating his cock in such a good way.
And the best part? Rolan can't make some stupid remark, or tease him, because his mouth is full, leaving Rand smirking with that smirk he always wears whenever he finds out he's right about something.
When Rolan begins sucking though? Holy shit, that's a whole other experience, who the fuck taught him this? Because like, 2 months ago, he was not this good. Probably Kian. It's always Kian.
A quiet moan makes its way out of his mouth, and the blush- no clue when that got there, because, again, he wasn't paying attention- on Rolan's face intensifies. God, he's so cute, and he's not even trying, it's effortless and beautiful and so fucking gorgeous.
Things just.. go like that, in silence for a few minutes. It's normal, though. Before Kian came to Galloway back in 1961, they could hang out for hours until Rolan had to go home, just.. in silence. It was comforting. It was good.
That is, before Kian enters the fucking room, because apparently she has to enter while Rolan is sucking his dick.
“Awh, gross, dudes!”
“You could've knocked.”
Rolan waves at Kian, not diverting his attention from Rand's pleasure, and thank fucking god he didn't, shit took long enough to happen.
“I didn't expect Rolan to be sucking your dick, dude. You guys are having sex without me?” Kian.. as wonderful of a partner they are, is.. jealous. Often. A lot. He found that out after confronting her about the hundreds of lies she's told them throughout their life, when he stopped hiding herself so much.
“Man, you were cooking.”
“I could've done that later.
“Give us like 5 more minutes.”
“Nah, dude. I'm going to sit right here. Fuck you.” There was a soft smile that Kian had on their face, nothing like the words she had just said.
The world officially hated Rand and everything he did. It was official. Well fuck. Okay. Uhm. What now? What even went on after Kian came in, because now that he was in here, it was awkward. Kian usually makes the conversation, and now that he's expected to for once, she doesn't.
It goes on, again, for another minute or so like that- in awkward silence, only interrupted by the clicks and buzzes that rattle Rand's cock every time they happen- before Kian, finally, for some wonderful reason, and that's not sarcasm, Rand is pretty sure he can't do another second of silence without literally dying, actually speaks.
“I made pancakes, by the way.” His voice is so uncharacteristically quiet, still with the peppy-bro tone she always uses, but just fucking quiet.
“Oh?”
“With fruit and everything, man.”
“I thought you can't eat that shit.”
“I- uhm-” A deep red flushes onto Kian's face, before she takes a deep breath and composes herself- god, she's so fucking cute- “I- okay, so like, I've kinda been like, I don't know- uhm, training, myself to like, eat little amounts without- without throwing up.”
Rand, uncaring that Rolan is still in fact on his cock, jumps his top half of his body up, rustling Rolan, who lets out an angry click that Kian giggles at.
“That's fucking huge, man!”
Rolan hums in agreement, the clicking getting faster, probably in excitement- but Rand really can't tell.
“It’s not really that big of a deal-”
“Shut the fuck up, yes it is!”
Kian hides her face by looking to the side, once again blushing. It doesn't really work.
Rolan then decides that their tongue is going to hit just the right place, and Rand lets out an ungodly moan that his mother would probably never approve of, even if it was with a girl. He cums right there, into Rolan's mouth- god fucking damnit, he was handling it so fucking well too- which earns another giggle from Kian. Rand can barely hear it though, he's high on ecstasy and pleasure as Rolan takes his mouth off Rand's cock, cum on his chin and lip. He quickly rubs that off using his thumb, putting it back where it belongs, which is apparently in his mouth.
“Gross, dude.” Humor is very present in Kian's voice.
“Blame him.” Rolan gestures back to Rand, getting up off the bed and back onto the ground.
“Fuck, man..”
“You good?”
Rand, sort of groans, sort of hums, as a way to say he's fine. Because he is. And that was nice.