Disclaimer : HEHEHE FIRST FIC IN 2 YEARS IS SMUT. BEEN WANTING TO WRITE IT FOR MONTHS ! First TDC fanfiction !
You MUST know that post with my 3 HCs to understand that fanfic better : https://ben-the-hyena.tumblr.com/po.....ksis-and-urru. Also if you didn't know yet, I HC SkekUng and SkekSil as exes who actually DEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP down still have feelings for each other but are wayyyyy too bitter, angry, proud and grieving over the Skekling Massacre to get back together, their way to cope was to blame each other which started their hate relationship.
This fic takes place about one century before AoR.

The Three Brothers were shining bright in the sky. It was noon, probably. So hot on a Summer day... in the desert nonetheless. One should be crazy to be out at this hour of the day in such a place at that period of the trine.
Yet, the Spy Master was out. SkekUng was thirsty, drool dripping thick smelly drops in a vain attempt at refreshing his throat and tongue. He had water, but he did not wish to waste it by drinking every minute. But Thra did dehydratation come fast. As if the water he had drunk before just vanished as soon as it had gone down his gullet. Curse that spy of his. SkekUng was peaceful in the castle enjoying a good fresh juice of berries and crawlies while bathing in a cold bath llike he loved in Summer when one of his hired Gelfling spy came running to him telling him there were Arathim seen in the Crystal Desert. Grottans. Maybe the other Gelflings were right to treat them like crap. That one sure had indirectly ruined his weekend, SkekUng should remember firing him pretexting a lack of respect for the Lords. For indeed, SkekUng had grunted but decided to ignore him and order him to shut up about it. That would not ruind his rest day for once he was back home, especially on such a firey season. Little did he know, they were not alone. SkekSil. He doesn't know where he was at this moment nor if he had opened the door to his chambers or if himself or even - yeah, probably him, a new reason to fire him. Unprofessional spy - the Grottan spy had let it open, but the whimpering serpant had heard it all and rushed to the Emperor. SkekUng had barely gone out of the bath when SkekSo summoned him and to his surprise and horror ordered the General and the Gourmand to bring him weapons and supplies for his quest. He had to go slay the dreaded spiders now. SkekUng just knew it had to be SkekSil's fault. It always was, and he just smirked at him with satisfaction when the confused Spy Master turnt his face around to find a culprit or a reason. He could have been smirking just because seeing him do something he didn't want to do always was a pleasure to that snake-tongue who just loved making his life a living hell, true, but SkekUng knew him more than anyone in the castle. For that reason, he was one of the few not to - or at least rarely - fall for his schemes and lies, and was sure it was once again his fault.
And that was how he got there. Alone, cursing everything he could against that undiscrete little spy, those invasive day-ruining Arathim, that sneaky and vicious Chamberlain, that Emperor whose title should be his, everyone. He hated everyone and every day on Thra reminded him why.
Yet, he had not always hated SkekSil. Quite the contrary, long ago. In fact, on their first century on Thra, when he still had his abdominals and his bright colors and when SkekSil could gracefully dance and had long beautiful jay black hair, they were mates. Oh, not from the beginning, they were not SkekAyuk and SkekEkt, and he truely was happy they were not as disgusting and cheesy as them. The first 23 trines after the Great Division had them hate each other almost like they do now, yet non without a huge sexual tension and he could not lie, attraction ever since he had seen him dance that one night some weeks after the Split had happened. And their "hate" was more a "frustrated denial". SkekSil seduced his way to the top, going from the Dancer to the Chamberlain, and SkekUng hated that favoritism and dishonest way to climb the social ladder, while SkekSil was frustrated someone didn't fall for his charms. Said frustration took more than 20 trines before disappearing, their real feelings springing out in the most passionate way not being able to hide anymore. They were not mushy or sugary like the Gourmand and the Ornamentalist were, SkekUng always wanted to puke at this sight. No, they were what he had loved. Despite SkekSil' flaws he always loathed and nothing could change about this, and their undying rivalry that managed to remain, they were passionate. Conniving. Yet with touches of sweetness, SkekUng just loved to spoon with him. This lasted for about 80 trines... the Spy Master would never admit it, but they had been the best trines. They were young, beautiful, thin, in love, together, and even had two little-
SkekUng suddenly got overwhelmed with a deep feeling of sorrow. He stood there, not caring for the sun for long seconds, before shaking his head and denying like he had been for centuries the worst day of his life which ended his favorite period and started their mutual hatred. Nothing could ever be like before. N-NOT THAT HE WANTED TO OR ANYTHING, HE DID HATE HIM, RIGHT ? Right. So there. No new inner discussion for the day. He had to focus and not ro roast under that sun.
Yet, as much as they now did everything to shit on each other like children, he did know, but it was way too satisfying to see him angry and humiliated or to beat him up to stop, something stayed. Like before. They still craved for each other. Ever since he had tasted SkekSil, SkekUng could not have sex with others like before, he kept thinking of him and he just could NOT do it with anyone else during mating season. For they did keep rejoin in passionate throws every 5 trines during that season, mating whenever they could for 2 weeks straight before their pheromones would drop and they would go back to their enemies. No cuddling aferward though- HEM WHO CARES SEX IS SEX. He would not take him or at least rarely outside however, not to show he did want him even if both knew they mutually did, but he would be lying to himself if he denied his frustration for the 5 trines inbetween. He did not wish to show, except these times he failed or SkekSil failed, that the bastard still had him in his grasp at least for one thing, and no other Skeksis or Gelfling felt the same, so it was no better than plain masturbating. Which he often chose since he at least would not to waste energy to kick someone out of his chambers once he would be done. But Rosie Palm or random people sure did not satisfy him.
Why the FUCK was he thinking those ?! He was just out there despite how he DID NOT wish so to kill a bunch of Arathim with his legendary strength and was hot and thirsty as hell and now he had an extra reason to want to go berserk on any objet or animal he would stumble upon while cursing to the sky ! Growling ragefully yet painfully because of his dried throat, he walked as fast as he could in that stupid white sand. Which added more anger to his list. WHERE WERE THESE BLASTED ARATHIM SO HE COULD KICK THEM AND UNWIND ONCE AND FOR ALL-
What was bound to happen to a big Skeksis stomping furiously on sand without watching in front of him happened. He did not see he was on tope of a dune and reached its end. Like a cursing and screaming barrel, he rolled all the way down, taking sand inside his clothes and in his hair and feathers. What did he do to Thra today ?! As if it reacted to him draining the Crystal in ceremonies whenever he could. Why did it do it only on himself and others then ?! UNFAIR. It was the last straw. Drawing his sword, he swang it around wildly yelling a rageful war cry, kicking the air, hitting sand and rock, drooling more in rage, his face crinkled with wrath, and his eyes redder than usual and hair messy and dirty giving him demon looks. Cursing and yelling uncomprehensible slurs while attacking invisible enemies, he was too busy to notice someone had seen him, and as slowly as the person was when hey walked, they had the time to reach him thanks to how long it took him to fight imaginery fows.
"SkekUng ?" a soft voice asked curiously, surprised to see the fuzzy Skeksis here.
Said fuzzy Skeksis, eyes big and drooling foam, jumped with surprise and turnt hastily to that new intruder, pointing his sword under their neck which had them slightly startle but not that much.
"WHO DARES !" he roared, before seeing who that was which had him calm down and trade his wrathful face to a confused face.
He knew him. That was a Mystic. He had seen him once but he knew his Skeksis counterpart, so he knew instinctively who that was, like he had known who he was too. And not any Mystic, and not any Skeksis counterpart.
"...UrSol ?" he remembered the name.
"Long time no see" chuckled the old Chanter who actually didn't look as old as everyone else.
"Not since the Great Division" he snarled with disgust and disdain as he sheathed his sword back.
Out of ALL the Mystics. Why HIM. Why did he have to meet that one UrRu counterpart of his former mate and current enemy. Truely as if Fate wanted to fuck up with him on that weekend. He had not seen him since the Great Division, he only remembered him younger and standing much taller than SkekSil, about 2 times taller than his real height - SkekSil seems taller than he actually is with platform shoes, he always was the smallest Skeksis which he hated and which SkekUng used to mock him - and prettier, brunette and orange-scaled, when SkekSo took the power and forced them to exile. Yet as much as he met him only once, he found him as pretty as SkekSil on that first day of their lives. SkekUng did not recall much of his past life as UngIm the Physician. But he was pretty sure there HAD to have been something between him and SilSol the Musician given how he kept remembering fondly that memory of the young Chanter as much as his memory of his matehood with the young Chamberlain. He did not know him much, but but he was beautiful, probably both counterparts had the charms of SilSol reunited, and knowing how UrRu were gentle, he probably had a quality he had always wished SkekSil to have. Sincerity and care. SkekUng always denied it but he always had been a hopeless romantic and as much as his past love life with SkekSil was happy, he hated even then how he still was his rival and how he could still lie to him for a scheme, or be stubborn with selfishness (not that SkekUng wasn't either, Skeksis are selfish) If SkekSil had these few UrRu traits, he would have been perfect, and perhaps he would even have gotten back with him despite their grief- hem ! Enhance "few". SkekSil is disgusting. And his UrRu despite one or 2 better things must be worse ! He wasn't as perfidious as SkekUng loved SkekSil to be on others, and probably was a pacifist. And old Mystics walked sooooo slowly it was annoying. Everything in them was too soft and annoying. And standing too long with one reminded him how these Mystics hoped to one day rejoin on the next Great Conjunction, which Skeksis wanted to avoid at all cost. But he had aged well, he had a cute muzzle, a nice little bun on top of his head, gentle eyes, and now he had crouched down with age he was finally as small as SkekSil, which reminded him of him even more and did not help the situation at all- BAH ! He shook his head. All Mystics were the same, the Spy Master hated them perhaps as much as he hated the Chamberlain, there was no reason for him not to look down at him. He could even, since they were alone, slice his throat, so there would be one Mystic less for the Great Conjunction Conspiracy they had and SkekSil would finally be gone !
...But SkekSil and UrSol would be gone... HUM and the court would recognize the slice of a Skeksis sword and know it would be him, and he would be tortured and banished like the Conqueror had been some centuries ago. For a Mystic story too, for that matter. Mystics were maybe doing that on purpose, to win over the Skeksis through patience, faint pacifism, ruse, maybe more ! Maybe they were more dangerous than they thought-
"SkekUng ?"
"WHAT !!?" he roared, snapping back to reality but paranoid.
"You looked like you had bugged out."
"None of your business" he mumbled, angrily heading forward not without bumping UrSol, knowing someone else would feel it too.
Despite the rude and slightly painful gesture, UrSol didn't grow angry. Mystics needed much more before growing irritated at someone. Furthermore, UrSol too did suspect, just like SkekSil and UrIm probably did, that there was something between their UrSkek forms. As evil and old-looking as SkekUng was, UrSol couldn't help but gaze at him amused seeing a few similitudes in his behaviour with UrIm. That tendancy of stomping away when irritated mumbling was similar to UrIm's way, and both looked stupidly cute when surprised, with the same big eyes. Truely, these 2 shared charms UngIm must have had. Indeed, UrSol had always been attracted to UrIm, and he knew it was mutual. If only they were allowed to go further...
But it was why he was there, after all.
"Indeed, indeed none of my business" he chuckled "However allow it me to be of my business to tell you should not keep going that way."
"The fuck was that ?!" SkekUng turnt, confused and irritated by the annoying way of Mystics to form sentences.
"I mean the zenith is worse than you could imagine in this particular spot of the Crystal Desert" he explained calmly "Even the Dousans will not venture there at this hour, but if you don't hear otherwise you should just go the opposite way of where you are heading right. When you are heading, there is nothing, just lots of empty hot spaces. But on the opposite, there is a lair made for caravans, with a well and some shade, big enough for 5 Skeksis or Mystics to stand there, I would say."
SkekUng glared at him with suspicion. He was SkekSil' counterpart, after all.
"What tells me this is not a trap ?" he snarled.
"Why would I do that ?" the Chanter asked "I do not wish for anyone to be hurt, I am not like the Archer. Furthermore, not a Skeksis, one of my fellow Mystics would end up hurt. Especially UrIm, in that case. And you."
SkekUng knew it, UrSol had to feel something for UrIm. His theory was true. The Spy Master blushed a little but remained stoic.
"Not necessarily hurt. Trap me to steal from me, or keep me locked up !"
"And why would I ? What would I earn trapping you ? And what would I steal from you ? Your clothes ? They would fit none of us and UrUtt sews better things. Your sword ? We never fight. Your money ? We do not buy. You water ? I just told you there is a well in this place. So, do you want to stay there, or rest a little in the shade ?"
SkekUng tried finding a new argument. And he did not wish to trust him. But not finding any and having no choice, not knowing where that lair was true if it was real, he sighed and crossed his arms.
"Fine. Lead the way." he gave in "But beware ! I will not care if SkekSil feels any slap or punch on you."
UrSol chuckled.
"I guess so." he nodded, a glimpse of mischief in his eyes that intrigued the Spy Master.
For the Chanter had plans for him. He sure hoped he would make him feel something with or without his counterpart's approval, nor privilege for once.

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Had been wanting to draw that for months ! Some will think uryim or galaxy-1999 or even moslaindraws for their UrSol X SkekUng art inspired me, but truth is I had been thinking of that for months maybe even before there were any art at all
Next parts will be NSFW

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