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The thing about getting betrayed is that it's unexpected. The sudden turn of events, the abrupt switching of sides, the realization that whoever you trusted was against you all along—
Or at least, it should have been.
Jude was supposed to trust him. Should have believed that after everything, Sharpness wouldn't just leave him. For what? His other two teammates who, well, weren't very good?
For revenge?
Well, yes. Kind of.
Because, yes, Sharpness did want revenge for getting trapped so, so many times, but that wasn't the point. The point was that betrayal was something Jude wasn't supposed to expect from him, and yet, he did anyway, something Sharpness only really realized once the floor disappeared from under his feet with only Jude's laughing voice for a warning.
"Why would you think I'm that stupid?!" Jude yelled at him, his voice quickly shifting from scared to amused, almost giggling, and Sharpness just wasn't quick enough to react.
And wasn't that a great question?
Because why the absolute hell did he expect Jude to trust him?!
Respawning in his base, in Jude's base, Sharpness just sat on his bed for a moment before he hung his head down, supporting it with his hands across his forehead, and started laughing.
Really, it was absurd.
Why would Jude, Jude, who watched him like a hawk, who stared at him every moment he could, who analyzed him from the moment they had met, ever expect that their alliance would last longer than any other that started by sheer coincidence?
Fuck, his head hurt, possibly from the potions Jude killed him with, but who really cared at that point?
It felt like yesterday when Jude agreed to team up, despite it only being a good few weeks. Five? Six? Who was counting, really? A few weeks that got Sharpness trapped more often than ever before. A few weeks when he learned how to bait people, how Jude's traps worked. A few weeks when he taught Jude how to fight properly.
A few weeks during which Jude turned his life completely upside down.
Nobody could develop a lifelong bond so quickly, not on Strength, and definitely not them.
Jude trusted him just enough to show him enough traps for Sharpness to have a way out, and Sharpness trusted him to watch his back in case things went bad for him.
They trusted each other with their lives because if you didn't trust your teammate to help you when in a 3v1, then who the hell else could you trust? Trusted each other to keep them safe from the other teams on the server—
Unfortunately for both of them, that trust did not carry over quite as well when one of them showed they would not hesitate to kill the other.
And hell, Jude never hesitated. Not at the start, not when he needed shit, and Sharpness didn't either, despite the amount of time his sword ended up in Jude's guts being significantly lower than the amount of times Sharpness' head got squished into the wall and splattered all over it like a balloon.
But those times, it was practise. Fun, mostly.
This though… This was different.
Sharpness wanted to kill Jude the same way he got killed so many times before the alliance inevitably imploded, and Jude—
Jude expected to be betrayed.
Honestly, knowing Jude, he was probably wondering why it even took Sharpness so long.
Sharpness couldn't help but smile at that.
He couldn't help but imagine it for a moment; Jude's confused expression as he showed Sharpness around his traps, only for Sharpness to watch how the things worked, eyes wide and amazed. Because really, Jude's traps were a fucking piece of art, not because they were pretty, but because they were satisfying as hell.
Hours of hard work, connecting redstone and calibrating repeaters in the way Sharpness didn't understand at all, just to have that instant hit of dopamine the second someone actually fell into it, screaming in panic and rage as they got critted out, unable to even move, to block, to do anything to get out.
It was like drugs. The complete overhaul of panic and focus in favor of blood, rushing straight into the brain. It was amazing.
The time Sharpness managed to trap someone for the first time was also the first time in, probably ever, that Sharpness understood why Tai and Seo tried so hard to trap Jude instead of just killing him like normal.
So, really, Sharpness should have expected that Jude would realize that Sharpness wanted to get him like that.
Should have expected there would be a trap waiting for him, with Jude standing over his own trap for so long.
Should have known, because Jude was the one who taught him how to be a bait, only for him to not recognize the performance the one time it really mattered.
He really should have recognized it.
Because Jude's fake and real panic did sound similar, but they weren't quite as identical as so many on their server were led to believe. Because where Jude's real panic made him stutter, made his voice go up and down so quickly it almost sounded like he was doing it on purpose, his fake panic was just him trying not to giggle.
The two sounds that should under no circumstances sound similar and yet, Jude somehow managed.
And with how often Sharpness heard him giggling in the last few weeks, he really should have recognized it.
He sighed, raising his head to take a deep breath. Whatever. Not that he could have done much about it. He died, and Jude lived. His strength was back to four, and Jude had his best armor and sword.
He had backups, sure, but honestly, the best thing he could probably have done at that point was just to get his things and get the fuck out before Jude came back.
Sharpness let out a huff of laughter at the thought.
There was still time. The trap that got him wasn't all that close by, and Jude was probably going to hide his stuff before he even thought to return, anyway—
His communicator made a sound, coming to life with a new message, but before he could have even thought about taking a peek at it, something heavy materialized in front of him and fell right into his lap. And Jude, no armor, no nothing, just blinked up at him, as innocent as could be.
Instantly, Sharpness' eyes fell onto his messages.
conexion was killed by Splash Potion using magic
JudeLow hit the ground too hard
"Jude, what the fuck," was Sharpness' immediate reaction, looking down at the trapper in his lap, not believing his eyes. Jude just smiled, eyes already curling up in amusement.
"Hi, princess. Fancy seeing you here," he said, completely nonchalant as Sharpness continued to stare, "Come here often?"
"This is my bed," Sharpness felt the need to point out, turning his head to the side just to make sure, but, yeah, no, definitely his.
"Of course, because there is no reason for me to have a spawn point here, is there?" Jude said in the exact tone of voice, and Sharpness' felt his eye twitch, before forcing himself to calm down.
"No. You had no reason to be here since last week," he responded, thinking back on it, on Jude's hands on him and his hands in Jude's hair, pulling him closer as he bit into him until the trapper bled, but Jude just smirked.
"See, that's what you think," Sharpness raised an eyebrow back, and Jude's lips stretched even wider, somehow. Not that Sharpness paid it much attention, not anymore, "Since you always tell me just how warm I am, and since I'm so nice, I thought you'd appreciate not having to freeze your ass off every night."
And, well—
Sharpness certainly did notice he didn't wake up quite as rigid as at the start of his living arrangements with Jude, but that wasn't the point. The point was that Sharpness didn't even fucking notice someone sneaking into his bed at night for a week, and the fact that that someone was Jude.
"Did you sleep in my fucking bed?" he asked, just to be certain, and Jude looked back at him with the most innocent expression he probably ever made, eyes wide. Sharpness could have sworn he saw tears in the corners, fresh and fat, never once spilling over.
"You don't remember?" Jude pursed his lips, blinking the tears away, before he smiled again as if nothing had happened, "With how much you were humping my leg, I could have sworn you were awake at least once."
Which definitely explained why Sharpness woke up hard those last few days.
He really should have expected something like that.
Fuck.
He really should have gotten out when he had a chance.
"So, what's the plan? Wanted to take my shit and leave, or do you want to try to convince me you were joking so you could try again?" Jude asked, still smiling, still in Sharpness' fucking lap, and Sharpness suddenly felt the need to just take his pillow and suffocate him with it, "If it's the second one, we can just skip over the convincing part, since you know most of the traps in my base."
And Sharpness did, having personally fallen for most of them at least once. Sometimes more, like the one just beside his bed, and the one in front of his room's door. One got him splattered on the ground, too groggy to clutch with a water bucket, if he even had it right after waking up, the other just threw him around with pistons until he completely lost his balance, and then spat him out right into lava. Both of them very easy to avoid if only Sharpness hadn't just woken up.
"I'm getting out," Sharpness shrugged back, looking back at his communicator. Several question marks have filled the screen, alongside a few whispers from his other teammates, "Spongs got me a replacement set in case things went to shit, might as well get it."
Something twinkled at the back of Jude's eyes, but Sharpness wasn't too interested in that. Everyone who spent more than ten minutes around both Jude and Spongs at the same time realized very quickly that Jude just couldn't stand Sharpness' original teammate, even if his life depended on it.
"Aww, leaving me already? Not even an attempt on my life before you leave?"
Shrapness looked back, expression blank, "I literally just did."
Definitely not more than twenty minutes back, if not less. Jude snorted, shaking his head, still lying in Sharpness' lap like a spoiled cat that Sharpness didn't care enough to throw off. Didn't really feel any need to.
And God, wasn't that a red flag? To compare Jude to anything harmless was like signing one's own death warrant, and yet, Sharpness found he did it unconsciously more often than he felt comfortable admitting.
"Not like that," Jude rolled his eyes, reaching out for Sharpness' hand, before pulling at it, bringing it towards his own neck, and Sharpness flinched when Jude closed his fingers around it, thumb and index finger on the, way too calm, pulse points, "No attempt to get your strength back? Revenge is still revenge, you know?"
"Man, fuck off," Sharpness pulled back as nonchalantly as he could manage, his own heart beating that much quicker in comparison to Jude's, who was looking back at him as if he already knew, "I'm not going to camp your fucking spawn point, you'd just kill me again."
Not to mention it being against the rules and all—
Jude snorted, eyes changing into blood red with a single blink as his mouth opened again, "But it would be fun."
He didn't even deny it.
And fun for whom?
Sure, slashing through Jude's body and seeing his guts fall out would definitely be satisfying in its own right, but getting porcupined by a bunch of dripstone in retaliation would definitely hurt more.
"Maybe for you," Sharpness mumbled, more to himself than to Jude, but it still made the trapper grin, pulling himself up to face Sharpness properly.
"Oh, don't worry, I made sure to prepare some special traps, just for you. Won't hurt a bit," he said, batting his eyelashes, looking more inocent that he had any right to. Sharpness snorted.
"How considerate," and full of shit. As if any of Jude's traps were ever painless in any capacity.
Jude was already back to grinning, "Of course. Anything for my princess."
Sharpness could feel his cheeks getting warmer, not acknowledging it, raising his eyebrow at Jude instead, "You still on about that?"
"Why not? I think we had a good thing going," Jude leaned in, his face too close to Sharpness' for him to feel as calm as he did, "Besides, you like it. Might as well keep at it."
Keep at what? Sharpness frowned despite himself. The nickname, or—
Jude's lips were on his before he even managed to finish the thought, moving against him with slow, deliberate motion, before Sharpness pulled away, covering the lower half of his face with the back of his hand.
"You—"
"Me," Jude smiled, lips wet and smiling, red eyes scrutinizing Sharpness' every reaction, "It's not like you don't want to, right?
"We aren't teamed anymore," Sharpness felt the need to point out, just in case Jude somehow didn't figure it out by himself, but the trapper just laughed.
"And? It's not like anything changed," he shrugged, hand raising slowly, too slowly for it to be for any other reason than to let Sharpness stop him. He didn't. Jude's hand slipped into his hair, pulling the ribbon free, letting it fall into the sheets as Sharpness' blonde hair cascaded down his back, "I still trapped you, teamed or not. You wanted me to die from the start, and now I'm sure you still do."
…And really, he had a point. A hole still opened up inside Sharpness' stomach, void and heavy. He ignored it, forcing his breath back into normalcy.
"So what? Wanna be fuck buddies or something?" Sharpness asked, looking back at the trapper, unamused. Jude snorted.
"If that's how you want to call it," he agreed, hands slowly traveling back down his back, catching onto the zipper at the back of Sharpness' suit, pulling it down as if in slow motion, "Besides, I still have a shitton of things I want to try besides just trapping you."
"Like what?" Sharpness huffed, sliding his clothes off without as much as an acknowledgement, trembling slightly as Jude hummed.
"Still want to eat you out," Sharpness choked, and Jude giggled, continuing as if he didn't just say that, "Need to figure out if you're into toys, too. Oh, and phone, or well, sexting, I guess."
What. The Fuck.
Jude laughed at his expression, insane and happy and all the things Sharpness couldn't even comprehend as the blood tried to rush into his head and dick, all at the same time.
"Oh, please, don't look so scandalized. I know you wanted me to fuck you while asleep," he continued, and fuck, he wasn't even wrong, "I'm down, by the way, just gotta get some sleeping pills first."
Sharpness glared back, hard, "I didn't wake up with you in my bed for a week."
Which was just about the only way he'd ever admit to Jude that he was right. And Jude smiled, eyes twinkling as he looked over Sharpness' half-naked body, shrugging with one shoulder, "Didn't realize prepping and fucking you is the same as sleeping next to you, but if you're sure—"
Sharpness leaned in, kissing him back if only to shut him up, and could feel Jude smiling against him, moving his lips in tandem with Sharpness', their breaths mingling in the middle and tickling Sharpness' cheek.
It felt nice.
Even nicer when Jude's hands slipped into Sharpness' clothes, pulling them just a bit lower, before his wet, why the fuck was it wet already, hand closed around Sharpness' dick. He let out a soft growl, the sound muffled by Jude's lips as the warm grip suddenly enveloped him, staying still for a moment before gently squeezing him, teasing.
Sharpness hissed, and Jude smiled into the kiss, slipping his tongue in without much resistance as he started moving so, so very slowly. Sharpness' hands moved to his shoulders, one of them gripping onto him, the other around Jude's neck, his fingers closing around the skin and fur at the back of it, just holding on, but still just enough for Jude's movements to stiffen.
Sharpness almost wanted to laugh.
Even Spongs, as many bad ideas as he usually had in the day, sometimes brought up a great point, even if that meant that Sharpness was forced to entertain his questions about Jude for a good few hours. Even a broken clock was right twice a day, or whatever people said.
But for Jude to actually have the same instinctual fear response as rabbits was—
It was something, alright.
And then, Jude pulled back, watching Sharpness with half-lidded eyes, interest twinkling behind the red hues of his irises.
Sharpness smirked: "Spongs wondered about that."
And instantly, all the interest was gone, replaced by annoyance as Jude pulled away just enough to dislodge Sharpness' hand from his scruff, moving it back to his shoulder, and Sharpness felt something between vindication and disappointment mixing inside the hole inside his stomach, somehow getting wider the more he thought about things, "Don't bring up that guy when you're in the bed."
"It's my bed," Sharpness felt a need to point out, but Jude just rolled his eyes, smiling slightly as he moved his hand back, pumping it up and down as Sharpness relaxed into the touch, letting out a soft exhale.
"And I have a hand around your dick, does it really matter at this point?"
No. No, guess it did not.
And as much as Sharpness didn't want to admit, it also felt just a bit unfair.
Technically, he was the one who betrayed Jude first. He opened his mouth, wondering for a moment as Jude continued moving, fist loose but just enough to be felt, to be enjoyed.
"Do you want me to-" even like that, it didn't sound right, but what the fuck else was he supposed to say? "Want me to touch you or something?"
He didn't want to, not really, but it would be deserved. Jude always did things for him, even now—
A gasp escaped him as Jude's hand picked up the pace, and he hummed as if thinking about it: "Nah. You could get naked, though. Would make things much easier down the line."
Against his own judgement, Sharpness felt a grin pulling on his lips, "What, want to fuck me again?"
It wasn't the worst thing that could have happened, really. Jude was… fine. Fine.
It still felt weird to just lie under him and let him do as he pleased, but Sharpness found out that the thought of Jude's dick inside of him didn't bring him nearly as much discomfort as it did a few weeks back.
Jude snorted, hand steady and warm and still so very present, tightening for a moment, before his thumb moved up to the head, rubbing against it until Sharpness was gasping for breath, "I mean, if you're offering. Not what I had in mind, though."
Interesting. Intriguing.
Sharpness bit his bottom lip, head lowering onto Jude's shoulder, "What did you have in mind?"
"Sucking you off, first of all," Sharpness choked on nothing, but that did not stop Jude from talking, or from pushing his thumb against Sharpness' slit, "Then, I dunno. Maybe I could ride you if you're up for it."
That sounded good. Great, actually.
Only, maybe a bit too good to be true. The hole inside his stomach continued to grow, and Sharpness didn't know how to stop it, wondering if there even was a reason to feel guilty anymore.
A gasp broke through his lips as Jude pressed his thumb into Sharpness' slit again, and the swordmaster closed his eyes, relaxing against Jude's shoulder to the best of his abilities.
Jude liked that, Sharpness knew.
When Sharpness' body would go boneless under him, showing the trust that had no right to linger any longer.
Jude didn't comment on it, just sped up his movement, making things so much more intense, even as Sharpness bit into his hoodie, his mind wandering over everything that happened that day.
Because, God, it really was something.
Jude trusting him, Jude showing him around his traps, Jude explaining things Sharpness didn't know even existed properly.
Even now, he still had them all marked down, all the traps Jude felt he could share with him, one after another, taught him how to activate. Not all of them, definitely not all, but so much more than Sharpness expected when their… relationship first started.
A gasp fled from his mouth as Jude turned his wrist just right.
And Jude still felt the need to please Sharpness more than himself.
Not that he wouldn't enjoy it, no, Sharpness wasn't that naive, but clearly, Jude had a preference, and despite Sharpness being the one who betrayed him, he still did things like that.
Maybe, in his mind, it was a compromise.
With him being on top while Sharpness would still be the one inside of him, but it still felt like Jude was doing him a favor.
He loosened his teeth, the fabric falling free, the taste of redstone dust and iron lingering on Sharpness' tongue as he spoke:
"Weren't you disappointed?" he asked, head still on Jude's shoulder, hiding his face away, teeth grinding together to hold back all the soft, quiet noises forcing themselves out of his throat alongside his words. Jude's hand stopped moving, the thumb on Sharpness' slit pulling away entirely, as if granting him mercy in letting him breathe normally, "When I betrayed you? Weren't you angry or—"
"Angry? Sharpness—" Jude breathed out his name as if he was trying to stop himself from sighing. It only made the hole in Sharpness' stomach feel like it was sinking even deeper, shame coursing through him more and more with every beat of his heart— "Disappointed for a second, maybe. But why the fuck would I be angry?"
Sharpness looked up in surprise, almost bumping into Jude's chin with how quickly he moved: "Huh?"
Jude was looking at him with a raised eyebrow, visibly forcing down a smile, "Are you kidding me? Sharp, you know which server we're on, right? I would probably be more disappointed if you didn't take the chance to kill me."
What the fuck.
Sharpness blinked at him, once, twice, trying to figure out if Jude was being serious, before he was, once again, made to close his eyes as Jude tightened his hold on him, starting to caress his dick with his fingers, moving them down the whole length independently in a slow succesion of one another, before moving them back up and repeating the motion again. This time, when Jude started talking again, a smile was clearly audible in his voice.
"I mean, I just showed you a backup trap to another trap, so what was the likelihood that there was a backup to that? That would be too over the top, even for me," he let out a weak huff, his other hand letting go of Sharpness' side to slide under his chin, forcing his head up. The next thing Sharpness knew, there were lips on his, a bit dry, smirking as they moved, "You saw a clear way to get me, knew the possibilities, and took the chance. I would be an idiot not to expect a betrayal one way or another, so I just gave you an opportunity on a silver plate. And you were such a dear, taking it without even suspecting anything. I couldn't have asked for a better teammate, honestly."
But then—
Sharpness forced his eyes open, small tears gathering on the edges, blurring his vision as he glared back, "So you manipulated me?"
Jude smiled, wide and mad and so very familiar, his hand not stopping his movement once, "Oh no. No, no, no, I didn't manipulate you, princess. You decided to kill me using my own trap all by yourself. I just made sure that if you did, I would come out on top."
And Sharpness—
Well.
All the shame and pity were instantly gone, the hole inside his stomach disappearing as if it had never been there from the beginning. Sharpness glared harder, the anger slowly rising, weaker than expected but still there, forcing his eyes to narrow, suddenly just a bit too annoyed to stay still. His hands, still on Jude's shoulder, tensed, nails digging into the skin under the clothes, and he pushed. Jude flinched, eyes widening as he started to tilt back, being forced to let go of Sharpness as his axis quickly shifted and he was forced to lie back down on the bed, already turning, but Sharpness was quicker, holding him down with hands around his wrists as he made his way over him, settling himself down on his chest, glaring hard.
"You don't know how much I want to suffocate you with my dick right now," he growled, not meaning it all that much, and yet, Jude just glanced down, right onto his hard dick, smile returning.
"Do you think you could?" he asked, eyes jumping up to Sharpness' face that was quickly turning pink, "I mean, even if you're big enough, how long do you think it would take the survival instincts to kick in and for me to start biting properly, huh?"
Fun, Sharpness very much doubted Jude would even wait for that long, just started gnawing on him to tease. He shuddered at the thought, and Jude grinned back, "Exactly."
"You're a bitch, you know that?"
Sharpness' glare hardened as Jude's grinning face stretched even wider, "As you have told me. But really, I was just being cautious. You can only blame yourself for falling for it."
"How many of your traps had a backup like that? Made for this," he couldn't help but ask, more of a hiss than anything, and Jude's eyes flickered back to pink for a second, surprise clear on his face, before it was gone, just as quickly, as if it was never there.
"Who knows? Why don't we try them all and see what happens?"
And really, what an answer.
Because all that meant was either too many to count, all of them, potentially, or—
Or less than Sharpness thought there was.
His lips pursed. Jude's eyes twinkled with mischief, opening his mouth just to blow out warm air over Sharpness' dick, making him shiver, "So, are we doing this, or—"
"Shut up," Sharpness cut him off, glaring somewhere beside Jude's head, but it worked. Jude's mouth snapped closed with a click, and Sharpness bit into his own cheek, thinking. It couldn't be, right? Too much of a coincidence. Or maybe, Jude just knew him too well at that point.
His lips twitched at the thought, his eyes turning back to Jude, who was just there, waiting, studying Sharpness' face as if he wasn't doing it ever since they first met, "We are. Doing this, I mean."
Jude hummed, hands in Sharpness' hold twitching as he, one after another, stretched his fingers in a motion that was way more suggestive than it had any right to be, "We doing this my way, then? Might have to move a bit, since I also need to prep myself—"
"No," Sharpness cut him off again, and Jude blinked several times, surprise clearly settling on his face as he opened his mouth again, only for Sharpness to continue, "We are staying like this, and you are going to prep me while I fuck your throat."
Jude blinked again, eying Sharpness with confusion, "You don't like that."
His voice was, possibly, more flat that Sharpness had ever heard from him. It almost made him laugh. Almost.
He wasn't even wrong, either, since Sharpness really didn't like getting prepped.
"Distract me with your mouth," he said, leaning over Jude as a smile overtook his features, "And then, I'm going to ride you."
It would be the first for him, but Sharpness didn't really care about that, knew what to do in theory since it had been done to him before, and it was absolutely worth the shock on Jude's face as he looked him up and down, mouth opening with no actual sound escaping it.
"Huh," he said at last, about a minute too late, sounding breathless, and Sharpness chuckled, the sound reverberating around his ribcage as he tightened his grip on Jude's hands.
"Something against it?"
Jude shook his head too quickly for it to be entirely truthful, lips stretching regardless, "Nope. Still gotta get your clothes off, though."
And, as much as it pained Sharpness to admit it, he wasn't wrong.
He sighed, finally letting go of Jude's wrists, pushing himself back up, only to glare as Jude started to follow after, "Don't move."
Jude's lips turned, pouting, but he still listened, lying back down almost too reluctantly, "You're no fun."
"You've had your fun, now it's my turn," he returned as he pulled his clothes down his hips and thighs while Jude continued looking, still pouting, hands inside his pockets, moving around as if searching for something.
With how prepared Jude was any time he caught Sharpness around, there wasn't much mystery as to what he was looking for.
At least the lube would be warm enough by the time it got anywhere near Sharpness, if not from the fact that Jude just carried it around with him everywhere, then from Jude's fucking fingers.
His clothes pooled around Sharpness' ankles as he breathed in and out, looking down and wondering for a single moment just how it happened that he always ended up naked before Jude did, only to abandon the thought halfway through as Jude's face caught his eye, raising an eyebrow. Like that, with his hoodie over him, bent legs and hands on top of his chest, fiddling with a small, plastic bottle, he looked almost small. Almost harmless. Defenceless.
He wondered if he closed his hands around Jude's throat properly, meaning it, if Jude would even have a chance at winning. If he'd even try.
Logically, he would.
Everyone would struggle if their breathing suddenly got cut off, clawing and biting where they reached, and yet—
If Sharpness asked? If he wanted to try, if he looked at Jude with curiosity, if he didn't attack outright—
Maybe Jude would be just insane enough to allow it.
Almost instinctively, a smile formed on his lips, and Jude stared, head tilting to the side in confusion, only for Sharpness to shake his head clear of thoughts. Right. Not the right thing to be wondering about while naked, especially not anywhere near Jude.
Because if Sharpness really meant it—
He knelt back down, moving over his… something, because nothing really fit anymore, did it?
Jude wasn't a partner, not anymore, wasn't a teammate, but wasn't his enemy either. Calling him a friend felt strange, but he wasn't a stranger. Rival seemed redundant, fuck buddy felt like it wasn't enough, but boyfriend was too much.
Jude was just Jude. Everything and anything all at once.
Not fitting into any of those squares people made to express how they felt, because even now, even after being betrayed and killing to protect himself, Jude didn't look at him with hate or apprehension, but with mischief.
Jude's hands moved low, drawing circles into Sharpness' thighs, who knelt above him, looking down at the smiling face, seemingly almost too happy to be in his situation.
"Don't you want a safe word or something?" Sharpness asked, suddenly just a bit concerned at Jude's willingness to do basically anything Sharpness asked of him with no questions asked. Jude smirked back, moving his head back just to be able to look into Sharpness' eyes properly.
"You're going to be fucking my face, princess. Safe word feels kinda useless," he hummed, clearly amused, and Sharpness ignored the blood rushing to his face in favor of sighing.
"You could tap on my back or something, like twice to go slow and three times to stop or something," Sharpness added, but Jude just shrugged, hands caressing Sharpness' body as he moved towards his ass, rubbing skin against skin with barely any friction.
"I could bite you," Jude said with a smile, and Sharpness shivered in response.
"Don't."
Jude laughed, "You take this way too seriously, princess. If you manage to fucking suffocate me with a dick, congrats, you get my strength and my spawn point is right here," he rolled his eyes, fingers digging into Sharpness' flesh as if massaging it, "Would be the first for me, though, so I wouldn't worry."
Sharpness frowned back, wondering for a moment—
"I'm not worried about killing you," did Jude not understand that? That safe words weren't just for that? "Did you never tap out before?"
For a single moment, Jude's eyes flickered into a color that looked almost like magenta, unreadable and intense, but it was gone so quickly that Sharpness thought he had just imagined it. Jude was looking somewhere above him the next time he focused back onto him, "Nah, I got used to it."
Sharpness froze.
It felt like cold sweat was running down his back, but he couldn't have been sure, not with how focused he was on just staring at Jude, wondering if he had really heard right.
No way, right? No way.
Got used to what exactly? To sex? Or to—
Sharpness swallowed, throat suddenly dry. He wondered if Jude even knew what he just said, what he implied.
But Jude was smart. So annoyingly smart, so how could he not?
And with Jude being so Jude, it was probably as much of a confession as Sharpness would ever get. If anything, this was likely as far as Sharpness would get with an actual conversation about… that.
"So, we still on, or..?" Jude asked, eyeing him so, so very nonchalantly, as if he didn't just cause Sharpness' heart to almost stop beating. He looked disappointed as he looked down, watching as Sharpness didn't as much as move, "I mean, I could—"
"Traffic lights," Sharpness cut him off, feeling like someone had just poured cold water over him. The idea of having sex no longer seemed quite as appealing, but Jude was still holding onto him, clearly wanting to, and Sharpness—
Sharpness wanted to be sure.
Sure that Jude would say something if things were too much, that he would protest, even fucking bite, anything, because if he didn't—
Jude tilted his head back in confusion.
"Traffic lights," Sharpness repeated himself, clearing his voice as he spoke slowly, just to make sure he was understood, "That's what we are using. Orange for slow down, red for stop. If you can't speak, two taps on my back to slow down, three to stop. If you can't reach, just do it anywhere, got it?"
"I don't need—" Jude started, mouth twisting into a pout, but Sharpness didn't let him.
"We are doing it my way, or not at all," he glared, and Jude just rolled his eyes, patting Sharpness' thighs as if trying to calm him down.
"Fine," he allowed at last, letting out a soft exhale, before eyeing Sharpness' dick, blinking his eyelashes, "I'll tell you if I need a break. Now get that dick in me before I die of old age."
It almost made Sharpness smile. Almost.
He lowered his hips slowly, making sure he was centered even as Jude rolled his eyes at him, opening his mouth even before Sharpness got anywhere near them, only to raise his head at the last moment, closing them around Sharpness halfway down. Sharpness gasped. Jude, already smiling, licked around him, and Sharpness couldn't help himself but to thrust further in.
And God, it was easy. So, so fucking easy, because Jude was fucking amazing, his mouth so hot it made Sharpness momentarily blank out as he felt Jude's throat tightening around him for a moment before it relaxed completely and the trapper pulled back to take a breath, before surging right back.
His fucking mouth, tongue, throat— all at once, all velvety smooth, warm and wet, sucking onto him as if trying to make him forget even his own name, trying to make him forget— forget that.
Sharpness felt a sour taste in his mouth as he remembered.
God—
He wouldn't lose focus. Couldn't, just in case Jude actually—
Just in case.
"I'm supposed to be doing that," he gasped, no actual anger in his voice, and Jude raised an eyebrow before doing as he was told, leaving Sharpness inside his mouth without actually moving, "You were supposed to prep me."
A roll of his eyes, bright red, before Jude's hands let go, fiddling with each other behind Sharpness' back as Sharpness reached out, catching Jude's head between his hands, raising it a bit more, just so he could correct his position, catching him between his knees.
Jude relaxed against him, his weight certain and steady as Sharpness pushed in slowly, Jude's throat giving in with ease, letting him pull and push as he saw fit, while the hot fingers settled back onto his ass, pulling at the muscles before one finger caught onto his hole, circling the rim, and Sharpness went rigid.
Still as weird a feeling as he remembered, that was for sure. Jude blinked up at him, mouth pliantly open, his tongue moving just enough to lick the underside of Sharpness' dick, making him twitch in place as another finger joined in, not going in, applying just enough pressure to be felt, but not enough to be disruptive. It wouldn't take long, though, Sharpness knew, taking a deep breath. It was inevitable either way, so better make it a good experience for both of them.
He reached out, fingers brushing over Jude's long ears, making the trapper shudder for a single moment before he pulled them lower, on the side of Jude's head, holding it as firmly as he dared, before repeating himself: "Two to slow down, three to stop."
Jude rolled his eyes, only to immediately close them as Sharpness pulled him in, thrusting all the way inside the heat, gasping at the feeling, before pulling out just as quickly, repeating the motion. It wasn't nearly as rough or as quick as he could have been, his muscles barely even straining, but even like that, with Jude completely pliant in his arms, swallowing around him every few thrusts without as much as a twitch, he couldn't help it.
It already felt like heaven, so it wasn't like it bothered him anyway.
And Jude's hands—
The nails dug into Sharpness' skin, he knew, grew aware of that fact somewhere between thrusting past Jude's lips and gasps for air that grew louder any time Jude's tongue would accidentally brush against him, but more than that, Jude was still very clearly aware of Sharpness' entire body to the point where it felt almost ridiculous.
He didn't push in. Didn't even attempt to, just… pressed against him, pulling at the rim every time Sharpness would pull back, making him twitch as the cold air reached further into him instead of Jude's own fingers. Stretching him open without even getting inside of him, slowly getting him used to the feeling.
And when he finally pushed in, it was almost a relief. A sigh left Sharpness' lips as he thrust in again, only for Jude to follow to motion up perfectly, his index finger slipping in with little to no resistance, just keeping it there as Sharpness pulled back out, dick hard and dripping with warm saliva, moving with Sharpness' body for a good few thrusts, before suddenly stopping the movement, making Sharpness push himself against it when he pulled out again.
Which was, as far as Sharpness was concerned, the better way to go against it, since the fact of what was actually happening didn't even click for him before Jude's entire finger was already inside of him, pushing against his wall to stretch him open, just to push in another one, easing it inside Sharpness exactly the same way.
He knew that Jude was prepping him, unlike the last, when all the thoughts flew right over him, too out of it to register anything, he just didn't feel a thing, too focused on the fact that anytime he actually started to become aware of the fact, Jude would just swallow around his tip, and Sharpness would hold onto his head for dear life because God, it felt so fucking good.
Insanely so. Like heaven, hot and wet and tight, making Sharpness' head spin every time he was pushed closer to the edge, almost against his will, even though it was him moving, and not the other way around.
But even like that, even with everything Sharpness was doing, even when he unconsciously quickened his movements, catching himself too late to stop it, Jude didn't tap him.
Not once.
Was looking entirely too unbothered, eyes focused solely on Sharpness' face, so still under him, Sharpness almost wanted to question if he was still breathing.
But his chest was moving.
His fingers were stretching him, slow and thorough, waiting until he was distracted just enough to add another one.
His ears were upright as they always were.
He wasn't upset or annoyed, didn't need a break, was enjoying himself as far as Sharpness could tell, just watching him come undone above him.
Maybe Sharpness really didn't have to be so careful, but—
It was better to be safe than sorry.
Another thrust, another gasp for breath, and Jude's finger caught onto a good spot, making Sharpness moan outright, feeling himself twitching at the sensation, Jude's eyes curling into crescents at the sight, swallowing against Sharpness with every new thrust, and Sharpness gave in.
He curled up into himself, body around Jude's head as he started thrusting in at full speed, eyes squeezed shut as he chased his high.
It was so good, so good, so fucking good.
Jude pressed into the spot again, and Sharpness heard himself keen into the feeling, biting into his lip as the ropes in his stomach wound up tighter and tighter, pulling at his body from each direction, before he felt Jude's lips curl up into a smile as he forced his head to move, swallowing him whole and sucking onto Sharpness all in one single motion.
And that was all it took.
He trembled, muscles twitching, mouth open as he came, spilling himself down Jude's throat without as much as a care, sight blinded by white, almost sobbing at the feeling of his insides tightening around Jude's fingers.
Fuck, it felt good.
And Jude—
Jude didn't move, didn't even attempt to, just holding Sharpness inside his hot, wet mouth as if he really didn't need to breathe, holding his hands as still as he possibly could in that position, before Sharpness finally came down from his high and tore himself free with a jolt.
Fuck.
Fuck.
His head was spinning as he shook it lightly, trying to clear his vision.
After he told himself he wouldn't lose focus, too—
He looked down, already feeling guilty about how rough things had turned out, only to find Jude grinning back up at him, licking his lips in a way that made Sharpness immediately turn scarlet.
"Not bad, princess," the trapper fucking purred at him, voice rough, and Sharpness bit into his lip at the tone, "The technique needs a bit more refinement, but you more than made up for it with the enthusiasm."
God, Sharpness could feel the heat in his cheeks at Jude's fucking words, his brain feeling like it was boiling inside his skull, looking away as Jude moved his fingers in and out of him almost too gently to feel, if they weren't moving just against the spot that made Sharpness want to squirm out of his skin at contact. Even like this, sensitive and spent, he could feel his dick twitching back to life, already getting hard again, right in front of Jude's stupid fucking face.
So much for doing things his way or not at all.
"Shut up," he murmured, pulling back, only to be stopped by Jude's hands, still on him, still inside of him. His face felt like he was being burned alive, though Jude didn't seem to mind in the slightest, laughing lightly.
"I mean it. You even pulled my hair out," his voice was way too happy as far as Sharpness was concerned, looking back at the trapper with wide eyes.
Fuck. He really didn't mean for that to happen.
"Sorry—"
"Nah, you're good. Should do it more, actually," he grinned, rolling his eyes at the concern all over Sharpness' face, "Seriously, I'm fine. Trust me."
And Lord, wasn't that an ask.
Trust.
Did they even have any left anymore?
Clearly, they couldn't trust each other with their lives anymore, but—
Well.
"Alright," he allowed, moving back, letting out an exhale, "And get your hands off me, I'm still going to ride you."
At least Jude had proven that he could be trusted with Sharpness' body, so it only made sense to try to return that.
Jude grinned, doing as he was told, moving slowly as Sharpness closed his eyes, biting into his lips as Jude pulled his fingers out of him one by one, feeling way too loose to be comfortable. At the very least, he knew that what came next wouldn't hurt, but the feeling of emptiness still made him shudder all over.
"How do you want me, princess?" Jude asked, eyes half-lidded as he stared up at Sharpness, who exhaled at the question.
And what a question it was. God, his head was spinning just thinking about it.
If they stayed like that, with Jude lying down, Sharpness could already imagine the embarrassment, his whole body exposed just like that, but turning seemed to be even worse.
Sure, he wouldn't see Jude, but that just meant that the trapper would have free range to do whatever, and Sharpness, trust or no trust, knew he wouldn't be able to focus with him like that.
So, really, the question wasn't that hard at all. It still made Sharpness look away when he next opened his mouth, "Sit down, back against the headboard."
Not to mention that Jude always liked to just stare at his face when they were doing, well, anything, really.
And Jude listened, letting Sharpness climb down from him, already turning and pulling down his pants as he went, making himself comfortable against one of Sharpness' better pillows, patting the top of his thighs in a clear encouragement.
He didn't say anything. Didn't need to.
The gesture was clear.
Like an owner calling for a pet to climb into his lap.
And Sharpness didn't need to be told twice.
He settled himself down right there, letting Jude place his hands on his hips, thumbs rubbing circles into the dips of his hip bone, ignoring the fact that, despite having the time to, Jude didn't take off the hoodie and shirt still on him, wondering if it was on purpose or just a coincidence. The more time they spent together, the more Sharpness started to realize that Jude just didn't seem to feel the temperatures the same way he did, that his fluff didn't keep him at a boiling point the same way it did with Sharpness, so there was a good chance that Jude just genuinely forgot that it was a thing.
"At least keep your dick upright, won't you?" Sharpness said, eyes closed as he mentally prepared himself for what he was about to do.
Jude hummed, the smile in his voice audible, "Don't need to worry about that, princess. It's been like that for the last thirty minutes."
Sharpness laughed, almost surprising himself at how naturally it came out, despite the doubt coursing through his veins.
God, he really was doing this.
He was going to fuck himself off his own free will. How fucking ironic.
If someone had told him that two months ago, he would have probably laughed them off of the server itself.
Another exhale, shallow, and Jude hummed, lips against Sharpness' colarbone, just mouthing at the spot without a care.
"I could push into you. Make it easier," he mumbled, and Sharpness sighed.
It would be easier.
He could also just let Jude fuck him again. That would be a lot easier.
He shook his head regardless, the thoughts clearing away too slowly for his liking, "Stay still, I'm working on it."
The corners of Jude's lips turned up, smiling against Sharpness' skin, pressing in a soft kiss, "My pretty princess. Working so hard, just for me."
Fucker.
Sharpness could feel himself smiling against his will, letting out a weak sigh, placing his hands on Jude's shoulders to keep himself steady, "Yeah. Better pay me back tenfold."
And slowly, he sank down, biting his lips as he felt Jude's dick breach him properly, forcing himself to keep going despite his whole body trying to freeze him in place.
It was just as hot as before, just as weird and full, making him feel everything all at once, but more.
Every movement, every inch, every centimeter, the shape of Jude's fucking dick as it moved further and further in, Sharpness refusing to stop moving, until finally, the back of his thighs were against Jude's own, and he was sitting on Jude's lap, trying to catch his breath, praying he wasn't tearing up already, because God, wouldn't that be embarassing?
It felt deeper than before.
Too deep.
Like someone was trying to stuff him full without a care, making the muscles in his abdomen spasm from nothing but the pure feeling of being filled.
His legs felt like jelly under him, his hands digging into Jude's shoulders as he realized Jude was actually saying something, maybe had for a while, for all Sharpness knew.
He strained his ears, trying to understand as he tried to get used to the feeling again.
"…So good for me, fuck, you feel so good princess, so tight—"
His next inhale was shaky, Sharpness' entire body freezing in place as if someone had electrified him.
"Jude—" Sharpness murmured, quieter than he expected, his eyes opening almost against his will, sight blurry as he felt Jude pull away, only to find him staring again, "I—"
"God, princess, you are so fucking gorgeous. My pretty, pretty princess. You are so fucking tight, Sharp, you wouldn't believe," he breathed out, not letting Sharpness finish, eyes bright red and shining, "You wouldn't believe how much I want to fuck into you right now."
Sharpness couldn't help but gasp at the admission, pulling air into his lungs as if it could somehow save him.
The worst part was that Sharpness was actually considering it for a single moment before he forced himself to shake his head, refusing.
He wanted this, he reminded himself. He was the one who wanted to ride Jude in the first place, wanted to be in control of the way things were, knew it would be good once he actually moved. But it also felt impossible. The way Jude felt inside of him, heavy and full, made him want to just sit in place forever, until he and Jude fell apart just like that.
The theory he knew was not even fucking close to the real thing that was happening to him right then and there.
"Then move, please," Jude hissed, hands on Sharpness' hips tightening as if trying to keep himself still.
"I can't," Sharpness admitted, but it came out more as a sob than anything else. Jude instantly froze, clearly waiting for Sharpness to continue, "I'm too full, I— I can't move my legs. Just give me a second."
Maybe he overestimated himself, maybe not, Sharpness couldn't tell. All he could hope for was that getting used to the feeling would actually allow him to move properly.
Jude stayed frozen for what felt like forever, but couldn't have been more than a couple of seconds, before he exhaled through his mouth, eyes frighteningly still, "Okay, just— Sharp, I'm going to move you, 'k?"
"Don't—"
"Not like that," Jude jumped in again, as if reading Sharpness' thoughts, "Not, like, up. Just… grind against you. Make you get used to it quicker."
And even like that, halfway gone, Sharpness knew it wasn't the only reason. Jude already admitted to him that he got off on hearing Sharpness' dying voice, so it wasn't out of the question to assume that Jude was waiting for this for a good fucking while. An hour, maybe two? Sharpness wasn't counting.
He still nodded. It would probably help, would get some blood back to Sharpness' legs so he could actually move.
And Jude didn't need anything else, hands around Sharpness' hips, clutching onto him just a bit tighter, and then, he pulled Sharpness in.
Both of them groaned at the same time, Jude's forehead against Sharpness' sternum, while Sharpness' head fell back, back arching as Jude ground himself into one of his good spots, making him feel like he was tingling from the inside.
"Fuck princess, you might actually kill me," Jude said, just clearly enough for Sharpness to hear him properly. His next laugh came out sounding more like a cry.
Jude's hands moved again, pushing him away, before pulling back in, each minuscule movement making them both groan and gasp, Sharpness trying and failing to catch his breath as each drag of Jude's dick inside him made him that much more certain that this was a bad idea. Because it felt good, so fucking good—
He could feel Jude twitching inside of him, every little drag of his dick against Sharpness' walls, could feel himself coming closer and closer to that edge again, before Jude stopped, exhaling and inhaling deeply for a good minute.
"Sharp," he gasped, and Sharpness made a weak sound at the back of his throat. He was close already, so close— "Please tell me you can move."
And clearly, Jude was too.
Probably closer than Sharpness, given that Sharpness already came down his fucking throat not that long ago.
"I— I'll try," he responded, tongue heavy inside his mouth, willing his legs to just move, to do something, anything. He was a fucking swordmaster, he could run for miles at a time, the fact that he could get into a state like that from a dick—
And, somehow, his legs actually moved, forcing him up at snail's pace, his body cursing at him all the while as he, for a single moment, actually felt empty—
Only for his legs to fucking betray him, sliding against his, wet with sweat, sheets, and for Sharpness to drop down like a sack of rock, screaming as he was filled again, eyes rolling back, Jude's hands only just catching him before he would have taken him to a hilt all at once, hissing as he did so.
A moment of quiet, of Sharpness trying and failing to stop himself from letting out a soft whimper at the fact that he just seriously fucked himself over, while Jude was trying to keep himself as still as he possibly could.
"Princess, I don't know how to tell you this, but this is not working." his voice sounded strained, despite the fact that Sharpness could barely hear him through all the blood rushing into his brain all at once, his body going pliant on top of him.
As if Sharpness hadn't noticed.
"Jude—" he was actually sobbing then, already done with it all. Everything went wrong that day. Jude killed him, he couldn't get away before Jude turned up back at the base, and now he couldn't even get them off properly. Fuck, what a mess, "—fuck me. I can't do this."
Everything was going sideways the whole fucking time, might just move it along however he could at that point.
Jude gasped against his shoulder, nodding slightly, his ears bouncing a bit at the speed of the action, "Was hoping you'd say that."
His hands gripped onto Sharpness' hips to the point that Sharpness was sure they would leave marks, not being able to even give a fuck anymore. Why would he at that point? And on a place that he could hide so easily, too—
Jude fucking picked him up without another word, Sharpness' eyes opening wide at the feeling, surprise at the fact that Jude seemed to be able to do so without an issue muted in favor of his head getting lightheaded, already spinning, before Jude pulled him down again, letting gravity do most of the work, his groans mixing with a punched out gasps that fell out of Sharpness' mouth mostly against his will, before Jude's hands were on him again, repeating the motion.
Raising him up and dropping him just as quickly.
It felt like too much all at once, but Sharpness didn't mind, couldn't, too preoccupied trying not to lose his head somewhere along those nonexistent lines, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment as if it would help anything.
Another pull, another push, Jude's eyes losing his focus as he sped up, bright and red. Sharpness felt a wave of surprise at the fact that he could even see him anymore, with how smudged his vision had become.
His legs felt like static, not even attempting to catch him. Did they even try before? Sharpness couldn't tell, the buzzing in his head getting louder with each sound that fell from Jude's lips. Jude's? Or were those his?
Maybe they were both.
Another groan against his collarbone. Sharpness felt his hands go limp, his entire body twitching in Jude's hold, the ropes in his stomach tightening like a coil of snakes with each drag of Jude's dick inside of him.
And then, he was burning, mouth open in a loud cry as Jude pulled him back down, holding him in place as close to each other as they possibly could be, filling him with what felt like fucking molten lava, Sharpness' nails digging into the closest thing they could find as his body froze in place, twitching as he came untouched.
He felt like he couldn't fucking breathe, body seizing in place as it tried to come back down from the high, while also processing why the fuck he was being cooked from the inside at the same time. Jude was, somehow, already pulling out, hands no longer digging into Sharpness' hips as if holding onto him for dear life, but gently setting him down into the sheets, eyes wide.
"Fuck, Sharp, you with me?" he asked through the static in Sharpness' ears as he tried to blink the quickly setting haziness off.
God. Everything felt like it was spinning.
Jude suddenly looked much more concerned, and Sharpness belatedly realized he might have said it out loud.
"Oh shit, right," Jude mumbled, almost inaudible, pushing himself away so quickly Sharpness' eyes almost couldn't follow the movement, "Stay here."
Ha. As if Sharpness could even move at that point.
God, he felt so good and awful all at once. He couldn't focus, eyes slowly drifting shut before his ears caught onto hurried steps quickly getting louder, Jude clearly talking, saying something that Sharpness's ears skipped over in favor of all of his senses immediatelly zeroing onto the cool feeling atop his lips.
Glass.
Water.
Jude was making him drink.
Which meant—
Fuck.
Fuck.
Then again, with how hot Jude fucking ran, Sharpness probably sweated a lot more too, and since both of them were on their feet since morning—
It still felt absolutely absurd that he was so dehydrated he almost passed out from sex. Who even does that?!
Sharpness apparently.
And, based on his reaction, possibly several of Jude's previous partners.
God, Sharpness wanted to strangle himself even as the cool liquid slid down his throat, another glass after the first one was empty, helping clear his vision just a little bit.
"Better?" Jude's voice still felt a bit too far to be normal, but Sharpness still nodded, opening his mouth slowly, letting the cool air descend upon his tongue. What a pathetic display.
The entire day was a disaster, and now this—
He felt himself giggle as a thought slowly passed through his mind, opening his eyes to glance at Jude with a hollow smile, "Your dick almost made me pass out."
Absurd. An entirely and absolutely stupid, nonsensical statement that wasn't even close to the truth, but Jude laughed right alongside him regardless of the fact.
"Wouldn't be the first time," he admitted, smile twisting into something teasing, "Though most of my victims at least have the courtesy to stay conscious for a few more rounds."
And Sharpness blinked. Stared.
Because what the fuck—
"What? How many?" he asked, voice scratchy and weird, but who really cared at that point? Not Sharpness, too focused on the way Jude grinned.
"Dunno, like five? I don't keep count, if they pass out, they pass out," he shrugged, shrugged. Sharpness wondered if he was hallucinating, though Jude wasn't quite done just yet, "In case they wake up and I'm still at it, they are usually too out of it to complain."
Sharpness continued staring.
It had to be a fucking hallucination.
Jude, noticing his expression, snorted: "You know what they say about rabbits."
Yeah, Sharpness knew. He just didn't know it had much to do with Jude.
Fucking rabbits. A half-aborted giggle escaped through Sharpness' lips, sounding more insane than it had any right to.
"You still with me, princess?"
What a question. Sharpness wasn't exactly certain either, thinking back onto most of his encounters with Jude, on the way Jude always prioritized Sharpness' pleasure above his own. The way he was so fucking considerate every time—
Meanwhile, Jude was more than able to fuck his brains out without breaking a sweat, apparently, and had no issue doing it to others.
Great. Just great.
"Don't you want to fuck me that way?" The question was out of his mouth before he even registered it forming in his brain, cheeks instantly going red once his own ears comprehended the words. Jude blinked right back at him, face blank.
He opened his mouth. Closed it. Opened it again.
"Would you want me to fuck you like that?" he asked back, voice carefully emotionless. Sharpness didn't answer for a good while, which Jude took as an opportunity to continue, "Sharp, I don't know if you noticed but it's been like a month since we started fucking and as much as I'd want to fuck you and let you fuck me against every surface of this base, no, fuck that, the whole server, I wouldn't do it just out of nowhere. I'd still want you to enjoy it."
Which, fuck. Sharpness could feel his face turning red.
Because, clearly, Jude geniuenly cared about him in some twisted way that probably only Jude himself understood, and Sharpness—
"I betrayed you," he said back, and Jude rolled his eyes back at him.
"Yeah, and I killed you for it. And you are going to move out because of it, and start killing me again. Doesn't mean I'm going to do something I think you might hate because of that," he shrugged, looking around himself, around Sharpness' room and belongings he still kept there, "I mean, I knew you guys' opinions of me were low, but holy fuck."
"I know you wouldn't," Sharpness felt the need to defend himself, shaking his head, instantly regretting the action as soon as his world started spinning again. He shut his eyes, letting out a hiss before continuing, "You aren't that much of an ass."
"Aww, thanks, princess. Knew I could trust you," Jude cooed back, and Sharpness groaned at the sarcasm coloring his tone.
"I mean it," he glared, or at least did his best to with the spots dancing around his vision like mad, and Jude hummed back, his hand tangling itself into Sharpness' hair for a single moment before letting go again, standing up again.
"I know you do," Sharpness' breath hitched, the words way too sincere to be anything but the truth, but before he could say anything back, Jude was already turning away, "I'll get you more water. Don't run off."
As if Sharpness would.
The moment he left, everything would go to shit, he knew.
No more traps made just for him, no more running away, knowing there was someone to pull a lever for him. Instead, he'd have two other teammates to juggle, and Jude would have Parker.
Everything would be different between them, or at least, that was how Sharpness expected it to go.
But with the way Jude was looking at him even now, maybe he didn't have to worry about that all that much at all.