Team Envy Fuckhouse

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[holeful]

... I suppose a little. Maybe that's selfish of me, though...

[commedia]

Ahhhh. But jealous of who?

[They lean forward, dark eyes wide.]

Omi? Me? [And a long pause.] The both of us?

[housewolf]

's fine to be selfish. Better admit it now.

[holeful]

Oh, well, you've both taken good care of me...
["Taken care of"]

So I suppose both? I'm not sure if that makes sense. The same as when Omi kissed Gojou...

[So now he's just laying his crush on Gojou on the table.]

[commedia]

...I see. Well, what do you want to do about it? Kiss the both of us? You already have.

[housewolf]

Fuck us right now?

[holeful]

What, at the same time?

[?????]

[commedia]

[Douman...licks their lips.]

Mmm. Why not? Unless you're shy?

[housewolf]

I know you're fuckin' not. So, no problems?

[holeful]

I suppose not....

[He seems weirdly unenthused???]

[commedia]

Alright then.

[And just standing up, moving to grab Fukuda by the collar to pull him up as well.]

What's the matter? You came all this way and you're not excited? Ahhh. What the hell are we going to do with you?

[housewolf]

Ain't into it? Damn.

[He's just watching from his chair for the moment.]

[holeful]

[Oh he is being lifted? This is fine. Between that and the swearing he feels like he is in high school again.]

Well, it's probably better we do that, I don't think my impulses are any good.

[commedia]

[Just grinning wide.]

And what impulses are those, exactly? What are you going to do, just lay down and take it?

[housewolf]

[Hm... Hm...]

Better to fight back and take what you want.

[holeful]

Well, the more I think about it, the more I just want to do something to destroy it... to do something to you two.

[commedia]

Is this about your damn holes in the head, Fukuda?

[A laugh.]

I said what I said. But you can destroy us both in other ways.

[housewolf]

[He's taking a sip of his tea, watching all of this happen.]

Do you want to destroy shit you like, Fukuda?

[holeful]

The holes aren't for destruction. The holes are helpful.
[Almost offended.]

I don't know, maybe. I've never gotten this far, this close to other people, so it's hard to explain how I'm feeling...

[commedia]

...I see.

[There's a disappointed look as they let go of Fukuda.]

Still hesitant? Well, well, well. I certainly won't wait for you to make up your mind. Join us, or don't, bitch. Act, already.

[And with a grin, they turn back towards Omi to slide a hand behind his head and pull him into a kiss. Sorry, Fukuda. Take your conflicted feelings elsewhere, Douman is just going to kiss your Envy crush now.]

[housewolf]

[You either take, or it's taken from you. Omi knows this very well. If you get a chance, pounce on it. He's not the type to let things go, not when it comes to this. Not now.

Maybe it's cruel to do to Fukuda who's just admitted that he doesn't know what he wants.

Omi knows. So he'll take. He kisses into Douman's mouth, rough and insistent. He's here, they're here, for now Douman's attention is his.]

[holeful]

[Part of the problem is his general disinclination to get involved, to assert himself, The other problem is picking a target.

After a few moments of just thinking and Looking as that Feeling mounts, he decides Douman instigated this, so, he moves to stand behind Omi, his chin resting on Omi's shoulder as his hands shift to slip under his shirt, up, up his chest before dragging down, nails digging in like he's trying to pry something open.]

[commedia]

[That's what they like about Omi. Omi is straightforward. Omi knows what he wants.]

[And of course, Fukuda took the bait. Douman grins into the kiss, seeing the man move out of the corner of their eyes, and as the man puts his hands under the other's shirt, Douman replies by grasping Omi by the sides of his face with both hands to keep him where he is.]

[Look at me. Not him, they seem to say, kissing him passionately, roughly. This is good. They want to see what else they can milk from Fukuda's envy. The lengths he will go to.]

[housewolf]

[Maybe if Douman didn't start this, he'd turn to look towards Fukuda. That's not how the cards landed, and so his attention stays on Douman. Even without the hands on his face, his attention is taken.

They're different, there's no denying that. The heart of it is this: the kind of person who wants, takes and acts on their desires is the person Omi respects the most. No hesitation in his own actions. Not now.

He shifts his body closer to Douman, pressing against them, and moaning into the kiss. His hands are already undoing their clothing. Closer, more, take what is given.]

[holeful]

[He's being completely ignored now, he sees. He was too slow, or maybe, simply, there wasn't really any room for him in the first place. He gently dissociates for a second and thinks longingly about being on team Despair because then he could just give up and sink to the floor. Those sad bastards have it so easy.

But he's not on that team, and really, if he's pushed far enough to do something with lasting consequences, is it really his fault? Isn't it theirs for forcing him to that extreme? He digs his fingers into the warm flesh of Omi's stomach, trying to draw blood, though of course he can't accomplish the sort of feats Douman can, with teeth or nails.]

Omi... don't ignore me.
[He'll say, his voice lowered to its deepest rumble, before shifting to bite down on Omi's neck.]