Long Live My Word

     I glanced back at my beat up car, already being sprinkled with the sand as a fierce wind whipped the particles around. Tired eyes turned to focus behind the chain link fence at the massive building. So many guards... Hopefully, I won't be shot down... I awkwardly clambered over a shorter portion of the fence, catching the sleeve of my hoodie on one of the spirals of barbed wire. The cloth ripped, however, my skin went unscathed so I brushed myself off and continued on, towards the high concrete walls, also topped with barbed wire. It didn't take long for a pair of heavily armored guards to notice and stop me.      "You. Stop."     I obliged and stood nervously, fidgeting with the hem of my sleeves.”     "What are you doing here?" demanded the other.     "I-... this is the Foundation, right?" I sputtered, the nerves welling up in my belly.     They glanced between each other.     "Who are you?" the first one snapped, turning back to me, gun aimed at my chest.     "Mm... I think... I-I think I'm a danger to society."     Saying it out loud was hard. I practiced saying it all the way here, but saying it out loud was too much and the words caught in my throat.     After a moment, a guard moved forward.     "Come with us now."      I followed the guards inside, both aiming heavy artillery at me as though I could possibly kill them in an instant. Not surprising, I considered some of the things I'd heard about this place. They lead me inside, into some large open area where people were constantly walking back and forth between doors on opposite ends of the room. A large percentage of the people wore lab coats while others were either in guard or prison uniforms. One of my own guards called to someone wearing a suit, a rather expensive looking one, who came over. He, a tall man with pitch black hair and angry eyes, looked at me, then the guards quizzically.     "Sir, our apologies. This civilian wandered onto our premises and claimed to be a threat to society," the first, taller guard explained.     "An SCP?" he inquired, returning his gaze to me, looking more armed.     "Supposedly, sir."     The suited man shifted his weight onto one leg and considered something. He then took out a walkie and called for a Dr. Shep to meet him in exam room 2B. I shifted, biting the inside of my lip in uncertainty. What had I gotten myself into? I knew what I was capable of, what I could cause, and yet I was still nervous about selling my soul to the devil. I was about to give up total freedom to these people in the hopes that no more lives were lost.     Fingers snapping in my face brought me back. I focused my gaze on the suit in front of me.     "I am O5- [redacted]. From this point on you are going to be treated like any other SCP, understand?"     "Uh--"     "You will be subjected to tests, physical, mental and emotional. You will be cleaned vigorously, dressed in scrubs and given a thorough medical exam. Is that understood?" he demanded.     My eyes flickered, focusing on one or the other of his eyes. Was he serious? They really were going to strip me of my privacy and all for what? Because I might,j just/might/ kill someone again? Or because I /already/ killed someone, no matter how vile, and am in need of some sort of justice? I glance nervously over to the initial guards who brought me here as if they might hold some answers in their emotionless helmet visors.     "Y-yeah..." I mumbled, finally tearing my gaze away from the guards, turning it towards the O5.     He nodded and turned, motioning for us to follow him. I hugged myself, a coping mechanism I've used for years, tightening my sweatshirt around myself tightly. We stopped in front of a room marked 'Exam Room 2B'. After swiping his card, the O5 opening the door and allowed me to enter first. This strangely looked like a normal doctor's exam room, with pamphlets and posters on both normal and unheard of diseases and how to prevent them. I glanced back at the others, specifically the guards, but it was the O5 who motioned towards the medical cot.     "Dr. Shep will be here soon enough, so sit tight until then."     "Wait--"     Before the tall man could leave, he sighed and turned somewhat towards me.     "Don't you... well... want to know?" I mumbled, glancing between him and the guards nervously.     "I'll read the reports later," he responded, leaving curtly.     The guard who initially talked to me stepped inside only to hand me a pile of clothes.     "There's a shower through that door," he informed me once I had accepted what I assumed to be scrubs. "Clean thoroughly."     "W-wait," I sputtered.     He waited more patiently than the O5.     "What's your name?"     The guard paused, then glanced down at his chest before sighing. He turned back to the other guard, who had apparently been listening, and was frantically searching his pockets. A moment later, he pulled what looked to be an ID card from his pocket and returned it to the other guard.     "Sorry, Hu-- Jenckles," he sputtered.     The guard, apparently Jenckles, sighed and clipped on his name tag before turning back to me.     "This is Donahue and I'm Jenckles," he finally responded. "We might not always be your guards, but it's a high probability considering we made initial contact. Now, go shower before the doctor arrives."     I glanced between them a moment more before doing as I was told. The bathroom's shower looked more like a decontamination chamber, but that was probably for the best. The soap burned my skin, but I dealt with it and once I was dressed, returned to the exam room. I paused upon seeing a short woman, scratching something down on a paper.     "Sit on the cot," she said briskly without even turning.     I tentatively sat my clothes on a nearby counter. Was this the doctor? I sincerely hoped so. The thought of dealing with a male doctor made me nervous, especially with a most likely extensive exam. Suddenly, the woman turned toward me, quirking an eyebrow.     "Can you hear me?"     "O-oh, uh... yeah..." I mumbled, hurrying over to the cot and sat down. "Sorry..."     "No need to apologize. I just need to gather all the information I can," she said, sitting on a rolling chair and moving closer. "I'm Dr. Shep and I'll be performing several exams. Let me know if you're uncomfortable."     "I uh... was under the impression I didn't have a choice," I responded, playing with the hem of my shirt.     She snorted. "We're cold, not cruel. We won't strap you to a bed and probe you."     I shifted somewhat, though that did put me at ease.     "So, have you ever been to see a doctor before?"     "O-once when I was a baby," I mumbled.     She glanced up at me before jotting something down. "Any serious illnesses?"     "No... I've never been sick."     "Not even a common cold?" she inquired incredulously.     "No... or... yeah? Just-- never been sick," I sighed, shrinking into myself somewhat.     "Interesting."     Several dozen more questions and exams later and I was left alone while she went to call someone.  The door opening startled me and I looked nervously up at Jenckles.     "Come with me."     I willingly followed him and Donahue out. Down several confusing hallways and many locked doors, we finally arrived at a bigger, more open room with only a metal table and two chairs. In one of the chairs was a man wearing an orange jumpsuit with a tag labeled D-02142. I glanced back at my guards. Donahue offered a thumbs up while Jenckles just stared at me until I took a few tentative steps inside.     "Sit at the table." The intercom in the corner crackled with the demand.     I flinched at how loud it was but did as I was told and sat in the opposite chair, not pushing it in. We sat silently for a few minutes before the intercome interjected.     "D-02142. Attack SCP-5023."     I squinted for a moment, trying to figure out what the hell that meant before whipping my head toward the intercom, then back toward the scraping noise. The man stood up so quickly, his chair went crashing to the ground and suddenly he was brandishing a pocket knife, open and ready. I stumbled as I stood, scraping my chair against the floor.     "W-wait, you don't h-have to," I sputtered quickly, voice tight.     The man furrowed his brows and started circling the table, so of course, I started around the other side. My heart pounded in my chest. I came here to not use my abilities on anyone.     "Please, I'm begging you," I whimpered, constantly changing directions to avoid the much larger man.     "Ain't nothin' against you, darlin'," he growled, twirling the knife in hand. "It's either you or me, babe and I'm just--"     Suddenly, he flipped the lightweight table out of the way and rushed toward me. Dipping out of the way, I stumbled to my knees and scrambled up.     "I-it's been one week since you looked at me, cocked your head to the side and said I'm angry. Five days since you laughed at me, saying get that together, come back and see me."     The words, although sung in the correct pitch and tempo, were shaky and only when the D-personnel stopped moving, did I. As lyrics spilled from my lips, the large man turned toward the corner where a young girl covered in stab wounds and blood stood, cocking her head to the side quizzically.     "Daddy?"     The man's knife clattered to the ground, as did he. He muttered something under his breath, reduced to incoherent whispers and whimpers as he struggled to back away from the young girl.     "Daddy, why?" she asked, voice gurgling with blood as it spilled out the corners of her mouth. "Why?"     "Oh god," cried the D-person, tears streaming down his face.     Muffled screams could be heard and when the door burst open, I shut my mouth, focusing on the heavy artillery shoved in my face as armed guards crossed the room hastily. Jenckles motioned to Donahue, who gathered the prisoner and ushered him out. Backed into the corner, I tried to stop my lip from trembling as I stared at my guard.     "If you value your life, you won't open your mouth," he warned.     I nodded, blinking away tears.

    "Don't worry. I have some more self-control than you think."

    His voice was hoarse and gravelly, but it brought tears of relief to my eyes.     "R-right," I sputtered. "Utah... how--"     "I'm feeling.... better," he sighed, leaning his weight back on his hands. "It's like everything went blank for a little while... except your face. I couldn't remember who you were, just that, well... anyways... A cage, really?"

     "It doesn't look like it's letting up any time soon," Quirrel mumbled, watching the snow-like ash whip around in a chilled frenzy just outside the cave.     The knight had spotted the cozy little outcrop of a cave not too much earlier and it'd taken them long enough to reach it, let alone try to start a minuscule fire with what wood they could find. The cricket returned to the small fire and nestle down next to the knight. It wasn't a big cave, but they were far enough in so the stormy winds didn't strangle the flames. Still, they weren't really high enough to keep the two bugs very warm so it wasn't long before the small knight crawled into Quirrel's lap. Of course his lover wasn't going to complain, so he pulled out the blanket he'd packed and wrapped it around the two of them.     "You hungry, love?" Quirrel inquired, gently rubbing the knight's short legs to try and warm him up.     The cold, stone floor of the cave wasn't helping the pair any and Quirrel's own, thin legs were suffering already. They hadn't expected to be stuck in the area so long, but finding this rare flower for a friend of theirs was taking longer than they'd initially thought.     The knight nodded, nuzzling up to the taller bug tiredly. The adventurer shuffled through his pack before coming up with two granola bars, offering one to the knight before quietly nibbling on the other. Quirrel looked down at his lover. He was small and didn't do too well in the colder regions of Hallownest and he worried about his health at times like these. After they finished eating, which didn't take long at all since neither had eaten all day, Quirrel coaxed his boyfriend into laying down, using his own body and the blanket to shield the knight from any stray winds that tried to enter the cave.  The knight turned towards his boyfriend and sighed contently. The taller bug noticed the vessel shivering still, so he started rubbing not only his legs, but his abdomen, too.     "Are you trying to get frisky," the knight mumbled playfully, nuzzling his face into Quirrel's chest, being cautious of his horns.     "Perhaps..." Quirrel teased. "If it'll warm you up any." He pulled the smaller body closer, long limbs wrapped around him. "You think you're up for something after such a haul today?"     "Mm, of course," he responded.     Suddenly, the smaller bug was ontop of the cricket, startling him. Quirrel started to protest, wanting the knight to be more under the blanket, but he moved too quickly and was turned around, nestling down to coax a navy blue cock from under one of Quirrel's plates. It didn't take long before he was fully aroused and he let a short breath, heart started to speed up.     "L-Love, you should be-- ooh," he groaned when the knight took him in his mouth. "--u-under the blankets," he sputtered, gripping uselessly at the stone.     "Mhmm," he mumbled, swirling a black tongue around the length, already dripping with precum.     Quirrel knew there was nothing he could say to make the knight listen to him, so he gave up for a time. He laid back, allowing the smaller bug to take over, uttering soft moans that were torn apart the minute they tried to escape the cave. His head was closer to the fire now and a hazy mind barely registered enough to pull the edge of the blanket away from the red hot embers. He managed to lift himself enough to pull out the blanket some more without toppling his boyfriend to the ground. The knight didn't complain as the ragged cloth was draped over him, the smaller bug's own hot breath filling up the open space underneath.     It hadn't taken long for the two bugs to become this comfortable with each other. They'd almost instantly clicked, though perhaps that was due to a previous connection from the time of the King. Either way, Quirrel respected the smaller bug, though had no qualms about teasing him every once in a while. In turn, the knight had come to respect the cricket and before long he began to seek out the bigger bug, if nothing more than a comforting word and a moments respite from the hell that had taken over Hallownest. The minute everything had been resolved and the knight deemed a hero, he'd sought out the cricket and explained his feelings, actually proud of himself for figuring it out on his own. They'd been inseparable ever since.     Now, Quirrel wasn't the impatient type. If anything, he enjoyed taking his time with everything, even battles, despite how fast his movements were. The knight was another story, disliking the way things dragged out. This was no exception so it wasn't long before he pulled himself away from the cricket's cock, moving back up to kiss him lovingly.     “You always know just how to rile me up," Quirrel sighed softly, peppering the knight's face with soft kisses.     Clearly the knight was having a grand time as well, considering how warm his face was becoming and Quirrel could feel lubricating juices seeping from his warmth and onto the taller bug's belly. He pulled on the knights hips playfully. It took a moment for the knight to grasp the cricket's intentions, but he finally did and climbed up his body so that Quirrel could help position the smaller bug over his face. The cricket lovingly kissed his inner thighs, nuzzling his face against them before glancing up to see a rather impatient lover looking down back down at him. He smiled playfully, finally turning his attention to the pulsing warmth between the knight's legs. A warm tongue lapped up extra juices around the area before finally divulging, dipping it in and out and playing with the small bug at the top. Quirrel felt the smaller bug shiver eagerly, leaning back so he could put a hand on the larger bug's chest for stability.     The noises spilling out of the knight's mouth were causing an almost delirium for the cricket, who in turn sped up his process. The faster he went, the sloppier he was, but the knight clearly didn't care, rocking himself against Quirrel's mouth, making it even harder to keep track of. And yet, the tiny bug shot through his orgasm, walls tightening uncontrollably around Quirrel's tongue. The taller bug's cock ached with yearning and the memory of that same feeling around it.     "You okay, love?" Quirrel inquired almost playfully, reaching up to caress the knight's face.     The smaller bug rested his face against his lover's hand, humming happily. "Do you wanna continue?" Quirrel murmured softly.     The knight nodded happily, rolling off of his lover to lay on his back, wiggling playfully. Quirrel moved to lay over him, placing butterfly kisses all over his face. He used one arm to hold himself steady, but the other was slipping two digits in the knight's warmth.     "You ready?" he mumbled softly, rubbing the roof of his smaller lover's center. He nodded, head tilting back and legs spreading further apart for better access.     Removing his fingers, he used the natural juices from the both of them to slick his cock the best he could. Of course, under better circumstances, he'd have lube, but this is what he had to use. Quirrel rubbed himself against  the knight's opening, slicking himself even further with the seemingly endless liquids seeping out of his lover. Finally, he started pushing himself in, careful to watch the smaller bug's face for any hint of pain, a grunt slipping out of his mouth in the process. A soft sigh escaped the knight's lips and he lifted his hips for a better angle. Quirrel wasn't particularly large for his kind, but he was more than big enough to pleasure his lover. The knight knew it would take a moment for him to adjust, but he just wanted Quirrel to  move faster already. The larger bug seemed to sense his lover's impatience and grinned lightly, massaging it hips with his thumb a little bit before picking up the pace, adjusting for just a short moment for a better rhythm.     A higher pitched moan crawled up through the knight and came panting out through his mouth. Quirrel shivered, always relishing the way his lover mewled out his name when he managed to him him just right. The faster he moved, the sloppier he became, but god it was worth it to soak in not only the knight's moans, but of the wet, slicking noises from below. Quirrel felt a growing pain in his knees, feeling as though he may slip if he didn't move. The knight groaned at the sudden pause in movement to adjust and playfully glared up at him. The cricket kisses the middle of the smaller bug's face, chuckling lightly before abruptly thrusting into him, causing the knight to call out his name in a strained manner. It wasn't long before the heat built up to cause an almost uncomfortable tightness in the smaller bug's belly and his walls started tightening hard around Quirrel's cock. The harder he tightened, the harder it was for the larger bug to breath through the pleasure.     "Ah, l-love!" the cricket groaned, feeling his own release building up deep within, biting down hard the nothingness.     "Quirrel!" the knight mewled, wrapping his legs around the cricket the best he could.     The cold was lost to them. Neither was wrapped up in the blanket and the fire was surely threatening to extinguish, absolutely annoyed at being ignored for so long. However, neither bug seemed to care about what was happening around them as Quirrel suddenly leaned forward into the thrusting to grab his lover's hand, using the other to steady himself. With his free hand, the knight grasped Quirrel's wrist, riding out a long orgasm. With that done, Quirrel quickly pulled out, moving to the side somewhat so he could finish a little bit away from his boyfriend so they didn't have to clean up too much after.     Both were breathing hard, the knight seeming completely immobile for the time being. Quirrel, too, wanted to simply flop on the ground with his lover, sleep seeming so easy now, but there was the problem of an ignored fire to deal with. As warm as they both felt now, he knew it was only a matter of time before that bliss ended and they'd be stuck in the cold again. Finally, he managed to please the fire enough with new wood and poking that it agreed to light once more. Content with this, he laid down, wrapping the blanket tightly around the both of them once more and smiling contently as the smaller bug curled up to him. Quirrel knew the vessel wasn't capable of sleep and as much as he wanted to stay up, too, he knew it wasn't worth the exhaustion the next day and finally drifted off.