#smallishgemtho

Grian experienced kinetic energy while trying to escape Smallishbeans

Gem's communicator buzzed and she giggled. Bloodthirsty Joel was at it again. She turned and dumped a bunch of andesite into a chest, brushing sweat-damp hair over her shoulder. The sun was bright and hot. Not the best day for building a bridge, but she had work to do. Maybe she'd indulge herself a dip in the river later.

Grian was slain by Ethoslab

Grian drowned while trying to escape Smallishbeans

Oh my god, both of them? She laughed out loud, shaking her head. Nobody else was online, unfortunately, otherwise there'd be a lot of ribbing in the chat.

Grian was blown up by Smallishbeans

GeminiTay: you okay over there champ

Ethoslab: stay out of this Gem

Grian hit the ground too hard while trying to escape Ethoslab

Grian was slain by Smallishbeans

GeminiTay: what, you afraid of a little competition?

Smallishbeans: don't worry princess we're coming to visit you next

A thrill ran up her spine. Joel and Etho loved to jump scare her with some surprise sexy times, but rarely together and never before so hopped up on bloodlust.

What had gotten into them today? Maybe they weren't coming to fuck, maybe they just wanted to fight. Well. Sometimes they did that as foreplay, so maybe both.

She decided gearing up a bit might be a good idea.

Grian was doomed to fall by Smallishbeans

Grian was speared by Ethoslab

Grian: I'm not respawning until you dicks leave

Gem cocked a brow, waiting for some kind of response, but there was none. The two remaining dots on her locator bar were getting bigger, though.

That thrill, again. God, she loved being chased. Hunted. Maybe she wouldn't gear up. Armor would just slow her down, anyway.

She looked around at the bridge, half textured, the underside pretty bare but there were lots of nooks and crannies to duck around in. Windows, spires to jump behind. Yeah, if they were going to come mess with her, she'd make them work for it.

One side of the bridge was just cobble, a thin walkway with no railing, and unfortunately they wouldn't be coming from that direction. Being able to snipe them off from the safer end would have been ideal, but she would work with what she had. She climbed up behind one of the pillars a few blocks away from the mouth of the bridge, above a window on the lower side she could swing down into.

She crouched behind it, making herself invisible on the locator bar.

She heard their voices before their steps.

"Geeemmmmm," Etho called, in that sweet teasing way of his. It took all of her willpower not to call back, their version of Marco Polo.

"Come out come out, princess," Joel yelled, and oh he sounded absolutely feral, making Gem's thighs press together. They were in some kinda mood.

Their footfalls echoed closer, without the clunk of armor. Had they slaughtered Grian so many times without armor? Or dropped everything on their way over? She wanted to peek so badly but that would give up her spot.

"Come and play Gem," Etho said as the footsteps changed tone, hitting the stone of the bridge.

She readied her stance to swing under as they strode closer, a casual pace as if they were just taking a stroll.

"We just wanna have a lil' chat," Joel sang, and she couldn't resist a peek. She knew she shouldn't. But she did.

It may have been her movement, but it also may have been the gasp that left her throat at the sight of them. Smirking. Eyes locked on hers immediately.

Both of them covered in blood.

Etho leaned on his spear, so chill with one boot crossed behind the other, netherite edge sucking up the sunlight all the way to the tip that he twirled back and forth on the stone. Joel stood next to him, a wide stance, diamond sword slung over his shoulders, one hand on each side as if he were using it to cool his neck, the blade glittering around the crimson sluicing all over it.

And they were both completely splattered, clothes stained, droplets on their faces, hands still shining wet. The sound that came out of Gem's mouth was fucking embarrassing, something between a mewl and a moan and a whimper, a Venn diagram of pathetic need as her libido reacted to these absolute animals.

"Hi," Etho said simply, and she leapt.

Leather split, fluttering to the floor in shreds, and Gem spun away from it, uncaring that all she had left were the thinning boots on her feet. Joel’s maniacal laugh echoed, a noise of triumph cut off as his sword caught her again, and she respawned on the nearby bed with nothing.

She blew her bangs from her forehead as she sat up, stomping back to the center of the arena. She raised her fists this time, and Joel cocked a brow, his lopsided grin deepening.

“It’s sword fight club, not fist fight club,” he teased.

“Keep your sword if you want,” she challenged, but she knew his competitive nature would win out. She needed to feel flesh beneath her hands, fuck armor, fuck weapons.

He chuckled, shaking his head as he tossed aside what was left of his armor, the sword clattering next to the pile. “Oh, you are worked up, aren’t you?”

She narrowed her eyes.

“Been trying to blow off some steam, Gem?” he asked, and it came out like a singsong, because he knew her too well, knew her mannerisms, her buttons. He casually leaned next to the chest, pulling out a golden carrot and cracking off a bite, making a show of crunching as he looked her up and down.

She was trying to blow off steam. She was going crazy. Self-induced steam-blowing hadn’t been helping, so she’d thought beating the shit out of Joel for a while would help release some pressure.

But Gem should have known better. Fighting only amped up the heat. And heat made her sloppy. So he’d been beating the shit out of her, instead, and now he leaned there all smug, with a thin sheen of sweat along his forehead. He peeked at his communicator, typing something then tossing it on the chest before peeling his kimono off, leaving him in just the black pants beneath.

She didn’t say it out loud, because Joel didn’t need any more of an ego, but her mouth watered. His muscled torso glittered with floral tattoos, dipping into the v of his hips as he stalked back into the ring.

He opened his mouth, likely to snark at her, but she lunged, cracking her fist into his jaw before he could defend.

He staggered back, laughing. “That’s how we’re gonna play it, then?” He feinted left, and when she blocked, realized too late his leg was coming from the other side, a kick to the back of her knees that sent her flipping down onto her ass.

Before she could spring up, he was on her, pinning her wrists to the floor, bulky body pressing into hers. “I don’t think you wanna fight at all, do you Gem?”

She wriggled as best she could, but she was helpless in the best way. He was so strong. “Fuck you,” she spat, and slammed her forehead into his nose.

She relished in his cry of pain, and he released one of her wrists to grab at his face. As she tried to smack his other arm away, he averted the jab and snatched her throat instead.

Instincts kicked in and she clawed at the arm cutting off her air. As her vision began to fog, he gave her just enough room to draw in a ragged little breath, eyes drunk with power as he stared down at her.

“You don’t know what to do with yourself, do you?” he taunted. “Poor little Gem, so fucking horny but too scared to go after what she wants. Where’s the great GeminiSlay now, hm?”

Her eyes burned at his words, layered as they were. He knew. Of course he knew. She and Joel shared many obsessions, alike in so many ways, how could he not know?

He leaned down, lips ghosting over her ear. “What’s your safeword, Gem?”

“Ladders,” she grunted, and wrenched her knee up into his gut.

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Etho sticks his head into the water, holding his breath as he shakes off the sudden cold. Deeper down where the light is different, he finds two silhouettes huddled up in a crater, comfortable in the sand. Two bodies forming an oval-like shape—one copper and one brown, both dulled and darkened by the depth.