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[wait sorry?

sorry wait?

his braincell is doing interpretive dance over here.]

...I don't think condoms are gonna be able to handle eggs.

[He puts a hand over Randy's chest, over his heart. Scratches little pink lines over his collarbone.]

Useless. [Petulant.] What happens if I go into rut? I would kill you.

It doesn't sound ideal...

[folding a hand over Dan Feng's, heart skipping a beat, but he doesn't smell like fear.]

I don't s'ppose we could... induce immunity somehow?

Short lifers usually are immune, but I-

[His hand curls under Randy's. His breath hitches, the nails digging into his skin. His pupils thin into slits, the irises bleeding red--]

I made the exception. I am the exception. I am made of this wretched, disgusting parasitic--

[leaning in to press a kiss to his forehead.]

Stay with me, darlin'.

Have you ever killed me? In that place we have met before.

No.

But I didn't let you kill me either.

Are you a killer?

Yes.

I do not like dying here. I have died many many many many times, but here it is very unpleasant.

[His hands are crawling up Randy's chest, to wrap around his favorite place: his neck.]

But I would rather it be me than you. I will always come back. But you. I don't like my toys being broken.

He says, hands around my neck...

[voice sardonic, but sobering after a moment.]

I've been broken a long time, sweetheart.

Do you not understand? Have you never seen me lose my mind? I would tear you to pieces.

...I do understand. I've seen it and I've weathered it. I'm sturdier than I seem.

[Sort of choking him just a little bit. To make a point. His fingers are still a little sticky.]

You are mortal.

[reaching to- stroke his cheek, smile crooked and voice strained.]

I know.

[Kindness is a rarity for him, especially when he's like this. He lets go, turning his face into Randy's palm.]

You are also an idiot.

That one I won't argue.

[pet the dragon.]

Your idiot now, though.

[He's vibrating with the petting, very obviously touch-starved.]

Don't distract me. [He mrrrs, but he's already forgetting he was supposed to tell Randy you have to kill me if I act up.]

[he knows exactly what Dan Feng was angling for and he wants none of it. he'll cross that bridge if he has to.]

I'm just tellin' it like it is.

[and giving them Good Pettings.]

The point is. The point is that.

[Dan Feng slumps against his chest. If he gets gored by Dan Feng's horn that's his problem.]

Condoms.

[winces and curls fingers in Dan Feng's hair to tip his head enough to alleviate the unpleasant pointiness.]

Condoms. Still not sure any condom could handle eggs. Are those a conscious thing...?

Why do you think I have two penises?

[Apparently in medical contexts he can just say shit.]

And no. It will only happen when I am in rut. I will make space inside you.

Babe you can put as many eggs in me as you want, that's not the issue here.

[Dear Randolph,

Have you ever thought of how insane that sentence is?

Kind Regards,
Anyone normal who is Not Dan Feng]

We will need to find a way. I have rarely wanted to sleep with anyone I did not intend to kill after. Until then, I will refrain from using you as an incubator.

[he's a kinky fucker, ok. he's a kinky fucker and has accepted high levels of base derangement here.]

Hhahh...

[the waver in his voice is fully, clearly arousal, but he clears his throat.]

'Kay. So until then, condoms. Maybe one on each dick.

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