Dust x Swapfell

Part Three

Raspberry was in the shower, humming as he washed himself. Unbeknownst to him, Axe, Killer, and Fell were all setting up a prank. Fell picked the lock as Killer quickly slipped in to steal his clothes. To their surprise, Rasp noticed.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING, YOU BASTARDS?!"

"Shit! Run!" Killer hugged the clothes to his chest as the three sprinted out of the bathroom and down the hall.

"Hey! Assholes, come back here!" Rasp wrapped his towel around him as he chased after them. "Give me back my fucking clothes!"

"Shit shit shit!" Fell quickly opened a bedroom door and threw the clothes inside before they all made an escape his rage.

Rasp huffed and quickly slipped into the room, hurriedly closing the door behind him. He looked around for his clothes.

"Well well well~" a handsome voice cooed. "What a naughty boy we have~"

Rasp groaned. "Not now, Dust." Murder just rolled his eyes at the nickname, though he'd usually correct him. Rasp blushed when he saw that the other was completely naked. "Where are your clothes?"

"Where are your clothes?~" the murderer purred.

The dark royal guard sweated. "I... I came in here looking for them! Because—"

"You don't have to lie to me, Rasp." Murder leaned down, gently caressing his cheek. "I'd be lying if I haven't thought about us too."

"W-what? Us?"

"I was just hoping you'd come to me. I was getting worried all those signs were just in my head."

"What— what are you—"

"Coming into my room, drunk and begging for my attention. Bending over right in front of me. Always sharing your alcohol with me." Murder started walking forward, making Rasp walk back. "And now, here you are, dripping wet, in nothing but a loosely wrapped towel, barging in while I'm changing. Why, I could just fuck you now."

"What?! No! This isn't why I'm here, Dust!"

"Don't deny it!" The murderer smirked madly as he slapped his hands against either side of his face, making Rasp realize his back was against a wall. "It's okay! I'll do whatever you'd like, Rasp!" He leaned in, letting the other feel his breathing against his lips. "I've been told I'm real good with my hands~"

Raspberry shivered. It was tempting, but he had to get his clothes. "Dust—"

Suddenly, Murder went in for the kiss. The shorter squeaked, but he didn't pull away. His eyes were wide open, although he didn't keep it like that. He slowly closed his eyes, even as his towel fell to the ground.

Slowly, he did pull back, catching his breath and desperately trying to calm his racing soul. "Dust, I—"

"Don't speak. It's okay." Murder kissed his cheek as he wrapped his arms around his waist.

"But—"

He squeaked again as their lips met once more. Yet it was even harder to pull away this time. He melted into the kiss, putting his hands on his chest. He wanted to push him away, to pull away, to do anything, but he was suddenly weak to Murder's touch. He just wanted to be closer to him, to let the heat of the moment consume him, no matter how much he knew he'd regret it.

But he wouldn't be regretting it during, right?

Finally, the taller pulled away, letting him catch his breath. As he learn how he panted for air, he felt pathetic. He was acting like a little bitch! No, he wasn't a bitch, and he'd prove it!

"Feels real good, huh?~ Bet you've never had a guy kiss you like—"

Rasp punched him in the jaw, sending him to the ground. He watched as Murder felt his slightly cracked jaw and look up at him. He wiped his mouth on his forearm, just to insult him more.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Murder barked. He got up, shakily at first. "I was just trying to show you a good time! And you punch me?! Pushing me away and saying no would've worked!"

"That's what I've been trying to do!" argued Rasp.

"No it's not! You kissed me back! Both times! You gave all the signs that you wanted this too!"

"No I didn't! I've been trying to tell you that this is a big misunderstanding, but you won't listen!" Rasp picked up the rumbled pile of clothes that he'd been chasing. "I only came in here for these!"

Murder's face turned a bright purple as he watched the other dress. He could remember Killer and Axe trying to convince him to join in the fun, that they needed his lock-picking abilities to fuck with Rasp. He'd rejected the offer, obviously.

Rasp muttered curses, threatening to murder the trio and calling them all sorts of names.

"What's going on?" Murder asked hesitantly, wanting to completely remove himself from the 'prank', so he wouldn't have to be punished for knowing of their plan.

"Killer, Horror, and Fell took my clothes, and they tossed them in this dump so they could escape." Rasp looked back at him. "You must feel pretty stupid, to think I'd want that. I never would. Even if I were interested, I never make the first move. You should know this."

Dust grumbled as he left. He should end known better. Not like he'd want to sleep with someone with such a bad attitude. Not to mention, he never called anyone by their preferred name, instead opting for their AU, which was a total dick move. 'Why do I even pretend? I wouldn't even want to sleep with a guy like that. Even if I did, it'd probably be miserable!'