I love to play with fire!

He hisses when the goblin bucks into his hand - or moans, or curses. Hard to tell with how hot he feels all over.

“I say so. ’Cause you do, fairy.”

The words cut off when the other bites the corner of his mouth. Niragi gasps when those teeth move down his neck and jerks when he feels the cold touch again.

“Fucking look at you. Are you always this fucking slow?”

He turns his head far enough to nip at the other’s neck. Tries to, at least, but the goblin is already too far down. Niragi shoves his fingers into the loose hair tickling his skin instead and yanks his head back far enough to look at him properly.

The hiss coming from the other has an effect on the day goblin and makes him buck into his hand a second time.

I think it’s time to remind you what you are worth. Your character is amazing and unique because you’re the person bringing them to life. No one sees this muse as you do and there is no other muse that will ever be able to replace yours. And you the writer are just as unique and wonderful.

You might have no idea, but I know for sure that by just being here and being you, you make someone’s writing experience so much better. You might not always know, but there are tons of people that love seeing you on their dash.

Not everyone might interact with you, but that doesn’t mean you and your muses aren’t loved or appreciated. Continue being you and I’m sure if you make yourself smile with what you write, your writing partner will smile too.

“You need more than fucking thirty minutes to get your act together? ‘Cause what, nobody gave you a kiss on your booboos?”

The gel is cold on his palm, the smell sterile in a way that doesn’t fit any of this - a faint, intrusive ghost of a hospital corridor stuck between the sticky wallpaper and the nondescript beige of the couch, right beneath the smirk hovering over him. Niragi exhales a shaky, uneven breath when his hand is guided down, wrapping his fingers around the goblin’s cock. No fucking way that’s going to fit.

“More like you need some practice,” he grits out, breathless, squeezing his fingers as the glide turns smooth and the weight of him settles heavily into Niragi’s palm.

He snorts when the hair tie is plucked from his fingers and tossed away.

“‘Cause you can’t handle it,” he spits back as he's pushed higher up the cushion, making the itchy fabric drag rough against his skin. “What are you afraid of, huh, sunshine? That I don’t fucking like you anymore?”

His grin twists into something lopsided and mean, trying its absolute hardest to stay that way the second those cold fingers press against his entrance. He twitches away from the touch instinctively - because it’s fucking cold - jaw tight while he keeps the grin plastered across his face.

"It seems your mind is already starting to get hazy. For your information I won that fucking fight."

Of course, the day goblin thinks it's possible that the other keeps going at him verbally because he is, but that doesn't mean he will let him say whatever he pleases. He has to answer him, because he is very reactive by nature. Also, a back and forth might help the other him with being nervous too. He is sure he is right with his assumption as he hears the shaky breath after he guided his hand down. Once the other's fingers wrap around him, he allows a moan to slip.

He opens his eyes and glares up at him, spreading his legs anyway. A grunt slips out when the other catches hold of his hip.

“You clearly didn’t know how to help yourself, so it was rifle first, then that shit.”

His gaze drops to the packet in the goblin’s hand.

“Getting bossy now, sunshine, huh?”

He holds out his palm, the angle awkward as fuck while he’s lying down like this.

“That part of all this too? You finally grow the balls to tell me off for real?”

As his doubles glares up at him while spreading his legs anyway, the day goblin's lips curl up into a amused but breathless smirk. Meanwhile, the hand at the other's hip gave it a squeeze.

"I wasn't in the mood for a physical fight. I had one just about thirty minutes before you fucking showed up. Also, playing fair is boring."

He had been fifteen. His parents had decided on a small getaway over New Year, and while he had been expected to take care of his own affairs, just leaving him to them had apparently been out of the question. He might have done something mischievous. Not put his bowl in the dishwasher right away. Stayed up past midnight. Had two scoops of ice cream. So they took him with them, and he spent two days with his skin going soft and spongy from the steam and his vocabulary reduced to yes, thank you, and hello.

This one looked nothing like the one his parents had chosen. More modern. Colder. Stone and wood and slate tile in earthy tones, sleek surfaces with nothing for the eye to catch on. The screens mounted on the walls stuck out immediately like the foreign objects they were, just like the players standing between them. Some huddled in groups, some alone. Some with no one wanting to get near already. Only one, actually.

Chishiya gave Niragi a curt nod as he picked up a phone from the table. No point in hiding they knew each other when Niragi would promote himself to his shadow within an hour at the latest, most likely. He had kept some distance over the past week. Which would have meant quite a lot, if he hadn’t started from trying to invade everything from Chishiya’s past to his future, threatening not to let him have one unobserved breath in the present.

He leaned against a wall, fingers around the phone in his pocket, gaze wandering over the players while he listened to the rules. One set of friends, shoulders almost touching. A short girl dressed like an accountant nearing retirement with a face as though she hadn’t finished high school yet. A fairly large group of guys somewhere around his own age who probably hadn’t been all that familiar before they set foot in here, but had decided on strength in numbers. Most of them nervous, some more obvious than others.

Chishiya’s glance flicked back at Niragi when the game voice made him listen closer, and he looked at the tile instead. Three Parasites to be eliminated, at most one per round. One round took three hours, so nine hours minimum. If all players voted for the same person.

He wet his lips.

Everyone had to vote for one person, and that person had to vote for themselves - something that wouldn’t happen three times in a row, most probably, especially if the only thing keeping the parasites from voting for different people was the chance to get chosen for random elimination.

6.25 percent. Not the worst odds in here.

Chishiya pushed off the wall a few seconds after Niragi’s voice carried through the room. It didn’t need the growl underneath, but Niragi rarely seemed interested in doing only what was necessary.

He took a collar from the table, fastened it around his neck, turned the blue light to the back where it wouldn’t bother him from below and took another step past Niragi.

“The person they choose has to vote for themselves,” he said as he passed him, quiet enough for it to be information rather than an announcement to the room.

He kept walking toward the corridor beyond the reception, the blue light following him in his reflection in the glass walls between polished stone and expensive furniture.

Three hours before the first vote.

For a few moments, the day goblin allowed his eyes to slowly wander around the room, to take his surroundings in properly. Such fancy places were nothing he was used to or wanted to be used to. It was the kind of place rich people went to if they wanted others to know they were rich. No, if it wasn't for a game he would never have set foot inside such a place.

As the militant saw the smaller male give him a nod, he gave him a light nod in return after considering ignoring it for a moment. It was smart from him to acknowledge they knew each other. There wasn't much point in hiding it when Niragi planned to keep an close eye on him. Plus, he somehow thought Chishiya would have disliked for him not acknowledging him in return.

The day goblin turned the blue light to the back, because it started to annoy him immediately. Then he let his gaze wander around the room, scanning the other players trapped with him. Too many nervous faces. Too many people were already looking around for someone to trust. Fucking idiots. They always did that first. Wanting to find someone to trust blindly in hopes they would do the thinking for them. And if they were really unlike they attached themselves to someone who would vote for them without a second thought.

And they were those fucking guys that tried to act all tough, because they decided to form a group together. If one was to discover their weakest link or their leader, they could use that to get to vote those out you wanted. And if they thought they could intimidate others, they would learn that he was the only one capable of doing that.

And then the unavoidable whispering started, and it almost drew a snort from Niragi. People were already trying to guess who looked guilty, who looked scared, who looked too calm. None of them understood that those things meant nothing. By just staring, you wouldn't be able to win the game. None of them had grasped fully what it meant. With the only exception being Chishiya. The words he whispered to him made it clear that he had caught on to the same thing.

The militant's eyes wandered toward him, lingering for only a second before an amused smirk tugged at one corner of his mouth. "Yeah," he muttered, loud enough for the blonde alone. "No shit! That's the only thing those idiots will refuse to realize," he said, his mocking tone letting the smaller male know that he had the same thoughts as he did. And he was sure there was a reason for that being part of the rules. Whoever was the game master behind this one wanted to fuck them over. But not day goblin, and somehow he was convinced Chishiya would get out too.

The game wanted chaos. Wanted manipulation. Someone had to convince another player to willingly put their own neck on the block. Nobody sane would do it without believing everyone else would follow through. Which meant lies. Promises. Intimidation. Fear. His smirk widened. It would be one of the more entertaining games for sure.

He then watched Chishiya walk away from the rest and, after waiting for a few moments, he followed after him at an unhurried pace, hands shoved into his pockets. "Hey cat," he called lazily once he was close enough for only the blonde to hear. "Don't wander too far." The tone of his voice made it clear that he would be willing to drag him with him if he had to. His lips formed another smirk that meant he was up to no good. "I would hate to miss it once you start playing detective."

Then he turned around the next corner, knowing the other would choose a different direction on purpose now. But for now, he didn't want to follow Chishiya around. He only wanted him to know he would keep an eye on him. He knew the smaller male had his own way of dealing with people and he wanted to witness it. At the same time, he didn't want to push him towards deciding he wanted everyone to vote for him first.