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Kill, Marry, Fuck Chapter 28
Things are heating up at the research facility as Rangavar continues to push for answers. Arro has his own worries to contend with, though, and isn't super interested in the mystery. Well, even if he can't help with that, he figures he can help Rangavar in other ways...
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Kill, Marry, Fuck
Chapter 28
Arro awoke facing the center of the bed for once, one arm hugging Rangavar to his chest from behind. Arro was too fat to truly spoon him or anything; maybe that would be his new fitness goal. He didn’t have to be skinny, he just had to be thin enough to reach his arms around Rangavar.
He wanted to rest his chin on top of Rangavar’s head, in the space between his horns, but the two much smaller horns behind them normally hidden by his ears were in the way. Arro settled for just leaning his nose on the back of his head. Maybe he shouldn’t have moved; the Darkal started to stir. Arro continued to hold him as the smaller dragon stretched his legs and started to arch his back. Arro felt Rangavar pause as he realized where he was.
Rangavar rubbed his eyes with the back of his arm. “Did last night really happen?” he asked sleepily.
“I hope so.” Arro nuzzled the back of his head under where his horns curved. “Good morning, by the way.”
Rangavar made a noise and let his face turn back into the blankets. “I don’t want to get up.”
“We could just lie here,” said Arro.
“We could.”
“Do you have to get ready for work?”
“I should.”
Neither of them made any move to do such a thing. Rangavar’s body felt warm against Arro’s chest, the dark, thick fur of his wings incredibly soft where they folded against Arro’s belly. He could stay like this. They could stay like this forever.
“I have to get up,” Rangavar finally said.
“Yeah.” Arro still didn’t want to move.
The Darkal went to push Arro’s arm off, but Arro continued to rest it heavily around his waist.
“Arro.”
Arro could picture his cute, annoyed scowl. “Rangavar.”
“Let me get up.”
“I was hoping you wouldn’t notice.”
“Your arm? I notice. Now let me up.”
Arro snuggled around him more tightly. “What would you do if I said ‘no’?”
“Get fired from work and never forgive you.”
“You’d have to forgive me eventually.”
“Maybe.”
“Only one way to know for sure.”
“Arro!”
“Alright, alright, fine.” He finally let go so that Rangavar could sit up. He sighed. He didn’t have work today, so he could lie in bed as long as he wanted. He was still slightly sore from working out. He wondered if Darkals could feel sore, or if their magic fixed them up afterwards. Maybe both. If so, Rangavar was probably sore from working out. Arro had also given him that second workout last night after kissing.
Now, the Darkal sat on the edge of the bed and fully stretched his wings. Arro noticed him do that in his sleep sometimes, but he obviously hadn’t been able to while they were cuddling. For someone so small, he could really take up a lot of space.
“What are you going to do with your day off?” Rangavar asked as he stood up.
Heavily shifting his weight, Arro turned slightly to rest on his back. “I don’t know.”
Rangavar was silent a long moment. “You should call Jade.”
Arro sighed. He was right. “Yeah.”
“You have to tell her eventually, you know,” Rangavar pointed out.
“I know.” His reluctance went unspoken. Not that it was at all weird that he’d found a companion on Karraden. It was weird that it was Rangavar. “What should I tell her?”
“I don’t know. But you probably don’t have to mention that we skipped courting and went straight to—”
“‘Courting’?” Arro turned his head towards the ceiling and laughed. “Vaugh, sometimes I forget how fucking old you are.”
“Well, what do you call it then?”
“Dating. It’s dating now.” He didn’t have to turn to know that Rangavar was glaring at him. “Is it hard to keep up with the way that words change over the centuries? I imagine it’s perpetually frustrating.”
Rangavar snorted. “You have no idea.”
Arro sighed. “I’ll call her while you’re at work. Jade, I mean. And don’t worry, I won’t mention the fact that we ‘skipped courting’,” he said with finger quotes and a grin.
Even so, Arro continued to lie in bed long after hearing Rangavar close the front door behind him on his way out. Without eating, of course, although that was a conversation Arro could handle later. Right now, he’d have to handle Jade. She’d thought that Rangavar was out of her life forever, and that was no longer the case.
Well. There was no point in putting it off. Arro tapped his wristband.
Kraz wasn’t at work today. Rangavar wasn’t sure whether that was good or bad; he couldn’t ask him any questions. On the other paw, if Kraz trailed him all day, he wouldn’t get a chance to peek inside any of those boxes. And he really wanted to peek inside those boxes.
There was a huge stockroom in the back of the building where supplies were loaded and sorted. Rangavar actually hadn’t been back here before; Jethe had kept he and Arro away, apparently. It hadn’t really seemed important, but now that fact only added to his suspicion. There was definitely something back here they weren’t supposed to see.
That also added credence to Arro’s suspicions that Rangavar’s new position was bait, of course. As the workers cycled in and out, he had ample opportunity to pry a box open and peek inside. It was too easy. Rangavar just didn’t know why.
While waiting for his chance, despite the anticipation, he found his mind wandering back to last night. He tried not to let it; he didn’t want to be distracted. He just wished that Arro had given some hints of the fact that he was into him. Maybe Rangavar could have accepted his own attraction a little sooner as well; it hadn’t at all escaped his notice that Arro was a good looking guy. He also had that soft, endearing shy side, and his gentle strength, and his cute, chubby face, and…
Rangavar suddenly realized that the other guard had gone on break. Now was his chance.
He walked over to the latest stack of boxes piled on a pallet nearby, glanced around to make sure the coast was clear, and then set about unsecuring one. It really did seem as though this opportunity had been set up for him. He still worked quickly, though; he didn’t want to press his luck too hard.
He wondered what sort of revelation would be inside. Maybe absolutely nothing, and the lab would have the last laugh. He’d get in trouble, gain nothing, and look like an idiot for thinking they’d make it that easy. Or, they were taunting him with some new, exciting piece of evidence that proved they were working on something malicious. Flaunting that would be equally humiliating when they fired him or worse.
Fortunately, without incident, Rangavar was finally able to pry open the lid.
He actually wasn’t surprised by what he found; he actually wondered why it hadn’t occurred to him already. A bunch of relatively small glass orbs were packed in tightly. Well, they weren’t really ‘glass’, they were the same material as the cases. The perfectly clear surfaces were only broken up by the metallic bands that encircled them in a crisscross pattern. None of bands were lit up, and none of the balls were expanded. They were empty, of course.
Of course.
He let the lid of the box drop back down and rearranged it into place with his foot. No one had entered while he searched; it had obviously been set up that way for him. And now he just got to fume until the end of his shift, which was still an hour away.
Rangavar wasn’t sure what he was meant to feel, but what he felt was angry. The answer was so obvious it hurt. What would be the purpose of wraith cannons without these stupid things? Wraith cannons were no good if there wasn’t a way to transport their captures. Duh. The research facility couldn’t have made it more obvious if they’d put literal wraiths in the boxes. Actually, who was to say they hadn’t? They had everything they needed to. Well, except for a reason.
Why?
There’d be no reason to study this equipment on any world other than Glitara. Those creatures didn’t live on Karraden—well, the obvious conclusion to this discovery might be that those creatures would be on Karraden. Which they shouldn’t be.
What would be the point?
Did they just want to see how the public would respond? Mass chaos, probably. The other worlds just weren’t equipped to handle threats that had taken Glitarians centuries learning to combat. If it were some sort of shitty population experiment, it was a highly unethical one.
So Rangavar was pissed.
He figured that whoever had orchestrated this discovery wanted that out of him. He continued to be pissed the rest of his shift. And then the rest of the way home. He knew Arro wouldn’t care—whatever had happened to him seemed to be something other than Jethe’s abilities. Maybe he genuinely had gotten cold feet all on his own. But Rangavar at least had to tell him. Even if he didn’t snap out of it, he at least deserved to be kept up to date.
He faltered as he opened the door. Arro was lying on the couch playing videogames. He looked like he was having fun. Rangavar supposed he could take a few minutes to cool down before trying to have a conversation about it.
Arro saw him coming and sat up so that Rangavar could sit next to him on the couch. “Anything interesting today?”
“Yeah, actually.” Maybe he could just delve right into the topic after all. “I, um…” Now, if only he knew where to start. He dropped down onto the opposite end of the couch, where he usually sat. “I think—”
“You don’t have to sit so far away,” said Arro with amusement. Then his cheeks started to brighten. “I mean, unless you want to, of course—”
“You don’t have to blush every time you talk to me,” Rangavar countered.
Well, that made it worse, actually. Arro rolled his head back and groaned. “I still have no idea what you see in me, you know.”
Instead of answering, Rangavar moved closer to Arro on the couch until he could lean into Arro’s plush side. The Faerian was so warm. He wished he could lean his head on his shoulder, but the pile of fat that pooled around Arro as he sat on the couch prevented Rangavar from getting close enough.
After a moment, Arro slowly, hesitantly put his arm around Rangavar’s shoulders. It was heavy. Rangavar knew that Arro knew that, and that he was trying to be careful. It made more space for Rangavar to snuggle closer, though.
“Have you eaten yet?”
“Huh?”
“You know. Food.”
“Yeah, Arro, I got that part down.” He rolled his eyes. “I have—” He paused. He recalled that slice of cold pizza yesterday morning. He’d been too busy to eat last night. And this morning, he’d dashed out the door… “—not, actually.”
“There’s still bread over here. You should eat something.”
Rangavar thought about that. It was hard to go wrong with bread. “Sure. What are you going to eat?”
“I could actually make real sandwiches. I can make one for you too, you know. If you actually wanted one.”
Rangavar started to wrinkle his snout.
“That’s what I thought.”
“It’s not that I wouldn’t—”
Arro grabbed the bread bag off the table and dropped it in Rangavar’s lap as he started to get up. “It’s okay. I’ll be back in a sec.”
Instead of protesting, Rangavar undid the bag and started to push a slice of bread into his mouth. As soon as it hit his tongue, it was like his body suddenly remembered how long it had been since he last ate, activating his hunger. The slices were thin; when he got down the first, he quickly added a second.
He was actually on a third by the time Arro came back over. “Guess you are hungry. I still don’t get how you can just ‘forget’ to eat for two days.”
“Not ‘two days’,” said Rangavar around a mouthful of bread.
“Basically was.” Arro dropped back onto the couch with a modest number of sandwiches. Well, modest for Arro. There were three sandwiches. And more sandwich-ingredients had been ‘forgotten’ on the counter.
“Oh yeah, you forgot to tell me what you found at work. I mean, you don’t have to. But if you want to.”
Rangavar paused with another bite of bread halfway to his mouth. “Oh, right.” He still wasn’t really sure where to even start. Maybe with the basics..? That sounded good. “I’m not really sure they’re expecting to actually do anything to dragons.” Wait, that really, really minimalized it. Back up. “I mean the, uh, ‘weapons’ we found? I think that they’re for. Well. Wildlife.”
Fuck. What WERE the basics at this point? “I mean, I don’t think that the research facility is designing weapons or anything against the people here. I think that they might be designing them for fauna. But like, fauna from Glitara. That shouldn’t be here.” Yeah. Better. “I think that means they’re going to bring some, uh, creatures here. Glitarian creatures.”
Arro frowned at him as he took another bite of sandwich. “That doesn’t really sound so bad.”
Okay, too basic, too basic. He’d still minimalized it too far. “Like, dangerous fauna. Really bad stuff. That’s what the, uh, ‘guns’ must be for.” That’s what Arro thought the wraith cannons were, right? Maybe that would get through.
“If all of that stuff is for hunting wildlife, then I feel a bit stupid about all the time we wasted.” Arro started stuffing the third sandwich in his mouth. “We sort of went through a lot of trouble for nothing.”
“No, it’s important.” Why was Arro being so frustrating? It clearly wasn’t Jethe’s manipulation at this point, but it also didn’t just seem like nervousness about consequences or anything. It was almost like… complete, total apathy towards something that should have alarmed him whether or not he wanted to investigate.
The Faerian could obviously read the look on his face. “I mean, maybe it is bad stuff. And we were right about that. But shouldn’t we just trust the research facility to handle it?”
“I feel like the word ‘trust’ doesn’t belong in that sentence,” said Rangavar with finger quotes. “Don’t you get it? They don’t even have to do any weird shit. It’s the kind of stuff that all they have to do is release some of those, uh, ‘creatures’ on Karraden, and sit back and watch society fall to shambles.”
“Okay, maybe.” Arro swallowed the last of the sandwich. “But why? What could they possibly gain from that?”
It was the question that had been plaguing Rangavar all day long. “I don’t know,” he admitted. He knew there HAD to be a reason. It was an awful lot of trouble to go through. They had to be experimenting SOMETHING, he just couldn’t figure out what they’d possibly be studying. What kind of data they’d be willing to give up millions of lives for.
“Well, maybe it’s not worth worrying about.”
Ugh. He was being impossible. “Well, even if you stopped caring, I am going to worry about the collapse of society, but thanks for the tip.”
“You’re being so dramatic.” Arro reached his arm around Rangavar’s shoulders and pulled him closer. He looked at the piece of forgotten bread in Rangavar’s paws. “Maybe you’ll feel better if you relax and eat something. Maybe you just need a break from your own head.”
Of course he’d think that. Arro seemed like he’d been on vacation from his own head for days now. “Sure. Maybe.” Well, it was true he was still hungry. Maybe Arro was right about that part. He took another bite out of his current slice of bread.
Arro got up to make more sandwiches, which no one was really surprised about. When he came back, Rangavar was still resting against the couch, still lost in thought. He felt like he’d gathered almost every piece of the puzzle only to find out that there wasn’t a picture.
“Aren’t you going to eat more?”
“I had three slices.” He had. He felt a lot better now.
“They’re really small. They’re for sandwiches, so they’re like, super thin. Since stuff is supposed to go between them.”
“Yeah. So?”
Arro sat back on the couch. “So why don’t you eat an actual meal for once?”
“I just did.”
The larger dragon scowled. “You know exactly what I mean. Three bites isn’t a meal.”
“That was way more than ‘three bites’ for me. Maybe my mouth just isn’t as big as yours.”
“Ha-ha. Yeah. Well you’re definitely going to eat more than that.”
Rangavar snorted. “Sure. Yeah. Later.”
Arro set his sandwiches down on the coffee table and went back to leaning his arm around Rangavar while resting his back against the couch.
“Aren’t you going to eat your sandwiches?”
“I’ll eat when you eat.”
Rangavar rolled his eyes. “Well, they’ll be stale. You’re going to be waiting all night.”
“Nah. You’re eating right now.”
“I just finished.”
Arro snorted. “No way.”
Rangavar stared absently at the TV. “Maybe we could play videogames or something. We never got to do that the other night.” That would also take his mind off of work, at least as well as food would.
“Yeah, because you never ate the pizza.”
“I ate it the next morning.”
“How are you still alive?” Arro asked incredulously. “You should’ve starved to death by now.”
“Maybe I just need less food than you,” he pointed out.
“Well, even if that’s true, you can’t just eat nothing at all.”
Rangavar sighed. He didn’t want to argue with Arro. He got up to leave. Or, well, he tried to. Arro tightened his arm around Rangavar’s shoulders.
He pushed the bread back at Rangavar. “Here.”
“Arro.”
Arro grinned. “Rangavar.”
“Alright alright, I’ll eat more stupid bread.” He snatched the bag. He had a feeling that Arro wouldn’t just let this go. Arro’s grip around his shoulders wasn’t crushing, but it was strong.
Rangavar started to push a fourth slice of bread into his mouth.
“You could fold them up to eat it faster. Then we could play videogames.”
The smaller dragon frowned. “‘Them’? This is the fourth one I’ve eaten. Just because they’re small, doesn’t mean I haven’t eaten a lot already.”
“Pfft. What you think is ‘a lot’ isn’t a lot.”
Rangavar went ahead and took his time eating the slice. Regardless of what Arro thought, he was starting to feel full. When he finished, he squirmed slightly against Arro’s grip. “Happy?”
“You have a few meals to make up for, you know.”
Rangavar scowled at him. “That’s not how a stomach works.”
“Isn’t it?”
“No, it’s not.” He tried to get up so that he could grab a controller, but Arro continued to hold him. Rangavar sighed. He supposed he could just sit here and lean into the larger dragon. He was padded on all sides by Arro’s fat. It was warm. Soft. Safe.
He was still really, really glad he’d made the choice to lean in last night, their lips connecting. When Arro had started to get flustered—started to feel bad about himself—Rangavar had the sudden clarity that he really was the reason why. Arro cared a lot about what Rangavar thought.
Rangavar cared a lot about Arro.
It had felt right. The feeling of their lips connecting. It felt right.
He was thinking about all this now, as he sat on the couch, Arro’s warm body against his, sparks still flying through his nerves whenever they touched. It still felt right. This felt right.
Arro kept his arm around Rangavar while reaching over to grasp the bread bag with his other paw. He had to turn slightly, his gut spilling partway onto Rangavar’s lap. If he turned any farther, he’d probably smother him, so it was obvious Arro was trying to be careful.
Rangavar lifted his brows. “Why would you eat plain bread when you just made all those sandwiches?”
Arro scoffed. “Who said this was for me?”
Wait.
Rangavar squirmed against his grip. “Let me up. We can play videogames or something.”
“Soon,” Arro promised. “After you’ve eaten.”
“I did.”
“A tiny bit.” He dragged Rangavar more tightly against him while holding a slice in his other paw. “Take it.”
Rangavar wrinkled his snout. “Arro, I ate enough. Seriously.”
Arro pushed the slice at his mouth. Rangavar grabbed Arro’s paw and pushed it away. Arro pushed back. “Maybe eating will help you work on that upper-body strength you want.”
“Ha. I doubt—” The moment he opened his mouth, Arro shoved the bread in with his thick fingers. Rangavar jerked his head back, but he was already pressed into Arro’s arm from behind.
Arro snorted. “Was that so hard?” He kept his fingers against Rangavar’s mouth until he chewed and swallowed.
“You’re an asshole and I ate your stupid bread and you can let go now.”
Arro laughed. He leaned in. “Do you have any idea how adorable you are when you look at me like that?”
“Like what?”
“Like you want to murder me.”
Rangavar snorted. “You know what, maybe I w—” He was interrupted by Arro quickly shoving another folded slice into his mouth. He hadn’t even noticed Arro pick it up while they were talking. “Mmphph!”
“No, chew it.” Arro was holding Rangavar’s chin with his thumb. “See? Not hard.”
Rangavar pushed against Arro’s arm on one side and his fat gut on the other, still wedged tightly between them by the Faerian’s grip. His arm kept sinking into the layers of chub. He was really full. Uncomfortably full. The slices were light and fluffy enough for sandwiches, but once they went down, they turned into the same dense, heavy bread as any other type.
“You’re going to make me sick.”
“You’re going to be fine,” Arro assured him.
“My stomach isn’t used to stretching like yours.”
“Is that a fat joke?”
“What? No, of course n—” He immediately clamped his mouth shut as he caught Arro flying at him with another slice. He made a growl in his throat, grabbed Arro’s paw with both of his own paws, and tried to push him away.
“Just admit you need to eat more, and then we’ll be done and can play videogames.”
Rangavar snorted. “Fine, but only so you let—” Arro shoved the slice into his mouth. He quickly chewed and swallowed. Well, he should have been expecting that.
He squirmed to get up, but Arro still didn’t release him. “I didn’t hear you say it.”
Rangavar glared daggers at him. Arro laughed. He obviously knew he was being unfair. Sure, it was sort of funny, but Rangavar was definitely going to kill him after. Whenever Arro finally had the mercy to let go, of course.
He saw Arro go digging in the bread bag again, and started pushing against him more earnestly. Was he really going to keep going? Rangavar was painfully bloated. “That had better be for you,” he growled.
Arro held up the piece and paused. “Sure, that’s fair.” He pushed the slice into his own mouth and chewed. “We’ll take turns.”
“What? NO TURNS, we’re done.”
Arro grabbed another slice. Rangavar turned and tried to scramble away, but Arro readjusted his grip so that his arm was farther around Rangavar’s chest and pinning both of his much smaller arms to it. The Darkal tried to push himself away with his feet instead but Arro’s grasp was too tight to wriggle, and Arro’s fat gut spilling over Rangavar’s lap made it hard to move. “Fuck you,” the Darkal growled.
“Your request is noted and on hold.”
“Go fuck yoursel—” He quickly turned his head away as Arro tried to shove in the next piece. He succeeded at clamping his jaws shut, but Arro gently teased them open again with a few fingers. Rangavar didn’t have anywhere else to move his head.
“Admit you need to eat more.”
Rangavar gritted his teeth. “I’m not falling for that again,” he growled through them.
“Sorry, didn’t catch that.” Arro shoved a slice of bread into his own mouth. At least he had been honest about taking turns. Still, there couldn’t be that much bread left, right? The loaf seemed never-ending, but that only meant they’d already eaten a lot. He’d at least be forced to give this up when it was gone. Hopefully Arro eating the rest; he was good at putting away food without paying attention.
“We can just sit here, you know,” said Arro idly. “You’re very squirmy. But you’re also really cute. Actually, being squirmy might be making you more cute.”
Rangavar glared at him, refusing to open his mouth. He still really couldn’t wriggle that much. With Arro holding him so tightly, and the overhang of his belly trapping Rangavar’s legs.
“Come on. Promise you’ll eat more food from now on, and we can move on to playing videogames, like you wanted.”
Rangavar continued to silently glare. Nope, not falling for it.
“What, are you actually mad?”
He wanted to answer so bad. But he wasn’t an idiot. He wasn’t falling for that, either. Arro had another slice of bread in his paw.
“I could sit here and admire you all night instead, you know.” He leaned his head down, closer. “You know I’ve already been doing that. Every night, I mean.” He ignored the bread for a moment to turn Rangavar’s chin towards his own face. “We don’t have to play videogames.”
True. They didn’t have to.
Arro suddenly leaned down and tried to kiss him. Rangavar leaned up willingly. The Faerian was right, they could think of some things more fun than videogames.
When Rangavar’s lips parted, he shoved another fucking slice into his mouth.
Arro cackled loudly and uncontrollably at the look on his face. “Holy shit, you fell for that!” he howled.
Rangavar tried to spit it out, but Arro gently held his mouth closed between his fingers. Didn’t stop him from trying; his stomach was in pain.
Faerians couldn’t tell, of course. Arro picked up another slice. He put it in his own mouth. Then he pulled out another. “Your turn again.” He held it out to Rangavar and teased it against his lips. “Come on, doesn’t it feel good to be full for once?” He laughed. “What if I just, filled you up forever? There’s lots of bread left. I’m gonna stuff you until you can’t move, then you’ll have to play videogames with me all night. You won’t be able to leave.”
Rangavar scowled up at him. “I was already planning to play—” Arro pushed the slice into his mouth, of course. He’d been expecting it this time, but wasn’t sure what else to do. His body reacted on his behalf this time, though, coughing and choking on it, not allowing it to go down.
Arro finally released him, reaching over to the coffee table for a glass of water as Rangavar sank back onto the couch. He handed it to the smaller dragon. “Sorry. Forgot how dry it is.”
Rangavar tried to take a sip. A small sip. At least it got the bread down. He groaned and lay down, his bloated middle heaving over him, rounded with food. It wasn’t even a lot, he knew, not to Arro at least. It was probably more than he’d eaten all week, though. His stomach was painfully taut.
Arro put a paw on it and rubbed it gently. He didn’t ask for permission. That was fine. After last night, there weren’t many places on Rangavar he hadn’t put his paws already.
That didn’t stop him from blushing, of course. “You’re not like, really, ACTUALLY mad, right? Like, you know we’re just having fun.”
Rangavar just groaned again in response, his eyes closed and brow furrowed in discomfort. He put his own paws on his belly, brushing Arro’s.
Arro slowly leaned over him, still rubbing Rangavar’s bloated belly with one paw while he braced the other on the couch. His fat gut spilled over Rangavar as he leaned, but there was nothing much they could do about it. He kissed Rangavar for real this time.
“You taste like peanut butter.”
“Oh, thank Vaugh, I almost thought you’d never speak to me again.” Arro looked down at him until Rangavar met his eyes. He grinned mischievously. “I forgot about the sandwiches. Do you want one?”
Rangavar scowled and swatted Arro away while the fat dragon laughed, pulling back to let Rangavar lie there and rest.
Arro grabbed the plate of sandwiches, and also one of the gaming controllers. He tried to hand the controller to Rangavar. “Here. You can play games while I finish up.”
“I’m not moving an inch. I feel sick. And in pain.”
The other dragon rolled his eyes. “Maybe we can practice working out your stomach, too.”
“Noooo way.” Rangavar winced. He didn’t understand how Arro could do this every day and find it fun.
“What a waste.” Arro snorted. “You don’t even have to worry about getting fat or anything. You could eat forever.”
“We can get fat if we take in more calories than we’re putting out. We’re real creatures, you know. We’re not like, magic-factories.” That was probably kind of offensive, actually. In the past, dragons had been farmed for magic before. But that was the last thing on Rangavar’s mind as he hugged his swollen belly.
“What would you do if you got fat?”
Rangavar wasn’t really sure what kind of a question that was. “Wear bigger pants, probably.”
Arro shoved a bite of sandwich in his own mouth as he started up the gaming console. “You really don’t want to play?”
“Not right now. I need a moment.”
Arro held the sandwich between his teeth as he started to play. “Sure. Suit yourself,” he said around the sandwich plugging his mouth.
Rangavar slowly, painfully wriggled his way into a sitting position, still clutching his distended tum with one arm. He moved until he was next to Arro again, but facing him this time, and sat up on his knees until he could reach Arro’s shoulder and lean his head into it. Arro didn’t say anything around the sandwich, too intent on the game to pause and push the rest into his mouth.
Rangavar reached up and pushed the rest into his mouth for him. Arro chewed and swallowed. The larger dragon said, “If you got really fat, and I lost a lot of weight, we could just switch pants. Save a lot of money.”
“I don’t think you’d ever fit into my pants. You’re too tall.”
Arro wrinkled his snout.
“Do you want me to give you another sandwich?”
The Faerian was distracted by the game for a second. “Are you sure you don’t want to play? It’s not too late to join in.”
Rangavar didn’t think he’d be able to focus on the game. He was uncomfortably stuffed. He could handle feeding sandwiches to Arro, though. And Arro had just fed him. That seemed fair.
He grabbed the plate and picked up a sandwich. He held it up in front of Arro’s snout, and Arro took a bite while remaining focused on the screen. It was a very efficient system, actually.
Despite the large amount of them, the sandwiches were gone long before Arro was done playing. The larger dragon was looking a bit bloated himself, so Rangavar rubbed Arro’s belly too. Maybe he didn’t need to; Arro was way more used to eating unfathomable quantities of food. Rangavar found he liked kneading the soft, pudgy rolls, though. It was cute. Arro was cute. Rangavar was really glad that he’d decided to kiss him yesterday.
He also found that he really liked kissing the fat Faerian in general, and took a moment to do that now. Arro got distracted and lost the game, but he didn’t get mad this time, instead putting down the controller and kissing him back. They stayed like that a while, Rangavar leaning on him, until Arro shifted his weight and Rangavar lost his balance against the squishy roll he was leaning on.
“Why didn’t we do this sooner?” Arro asked breathlessly.
“Because you were eating sandwiches and playing the videogame.”
Arro rolled his eyes. “I mean this. I mean us.”
“Oh.” Because Rangavar had been pretty sure Arro hated him. They’d had a bit of a rocky start. Speaking of which, “How did Jade take it?”
Arro paused. “Really… well, actually.”
Rangavar pricked his ears. “Really?” He tried not to sound extremely surprised, but he was. Jade could be extremely hard-headed. He genuinely wasn’t sure how she’d react to finding out Rangavar wasn’t as ‘gone’ as she’d asked him to be.
Arro gulped. He wasn’t lying, though. “Yeah. It, uh, wasn’t easy. Not an easy conversation, I mean. But things are fine now.”
“That’s great.” Finally, something was going right for them. “Can… uh, can I— Does she want to, maybe, talk to me?” He felt his face get warm. He hoped that wasn’t pushing it. “I mean, not if she didn’t say that, of course. I’m just wondering, since she’d be okay with, well, us, that maybe—”
“I think we should hold off on that,” Arro interrupted a bit hastily. Rangavar sensed he was feeling anxious.
“Yeah.” It really was better that way. Rangavar wasn’t sure why he’d bothered asking.
“It’s just, uh, soon. You know?”
“You’re right. I know. Sorry.”
“No need to be sorry.” Arro cupped his paw around the back of Rangavar’s head and drew him back in to rest his head against him. “This is nobody’s fault. It’s just how it is right now. And things will get better eventually.”
“Yeah.” Rangavar leaned his head on Arro’s chest. He could hear his heart beating beneath the soft layer of pudge. He knew Arro was right.
The Faerian snuck his fingers under Rangavar’s chin and tilted his head back up. “I wish I kissed you ages ago. I was so scared you hated me,” he blushed.
“I thought you hated me.” Rangavar thought for a second. “I mean, in the beginning, you sort of did. You know. The reason you came here, and all.”
Arro was quiet a long moment. “This is going to make a very interesting ‘how did you guys meet’ story.”
Rangavar started laughing. “We should just, make up weird shit. And people won’t believe us. And if we ever tell them the truth, it’ll sound even weirder. They’ll still think we’re lying.”
“You love irony.”
“You’ve got to admit that would be fun.”
“It would be. It will be,” Arro amended. “We should do that.”
Rangavar looked back up at him. “Know what we should do right now?”
Arro stared into his eyes. “I have a few ideas.” He leaned down to kiss him, and Rangavar’s paws sank into his soft, fat body as he leaned up to join him.
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Chapter 28
Arro awoke facing the center of the bed for once, one arm hugging Rangavar to his chest from behind. Arro was too fat to truly spoon him or anything; maybe that would be his new fitness goal. He didn’t have to be skinny, he just had to be thin enough to reach his arms around Rangavar.
He wanted to rest his chin on top of Rangavar’s head, in the space between his horns, but the two much smaller horns behind them normally hidden by his ears were in the way. Arro settled for just leaning his nose on the back of his head. Maybe he shouldn’t have moved; the Darkal started to stir. Arro continued to hold him as the smaller dragon stretched his legs and started to arch his back. Arro felt Rangavar pause as he realized where he was.
Rangavar rubbed his eyes with the back of his arm. “Did last night really happen?” he asked sleepily.
“I hope so.” Arro nuzzled the back of his head under where his horns curved. “Good morning, by the way.”
Rangavar made a noise and let his face turn back into the blankets. “I don’t want to get up.”
“We could just lie here,” said Arro.
“We could.”
“Do you have to get ready for work?”
“I should.”
Neither of them made any move to do such a thing. Rangavar’s body felt warm against Arro’s chest, the dark, thick fur of his wings incredibly soft where they folded against Arro’s belly. He could stay like this. They could stay like this forever.
“I have to get up,” Rangavar finally said.
“Yeah.” Arro still didn’t want to move.
The Darkal went to push Arro’s arm off, but Arro continued to rest it heavily around his waist.
“Arro.”
Arro could picture his cute, annoyed scowl. “Rangavar.”
“Let me get up.”
“I was hoping you wouldn’t notice.”
“Your arm? I notice. Now let me up.”
Arro snuggled around him more tightly. “What would you do if I said ‘no’?”
“Get fired from work and never forgive you.”
“You’d have to forgive me eventually.”
“Maybe.”
“Only one way to know for sure.”
“Arro!”
“Alright, alright, fine.” He finally let go so that Rangavar could sit up. He sighed. He didn’t have work today, so he could lie in bed as long as he wanted. He was still slightly sore from working out. He wondered if Darkals could feel sore, or if their magic fixed them up afterwards. Maybe both. If so, Rangavar was probably sore from working out. Arro had also given him that second workout last night after kissing.
Now, the Darkal sat on the edge of the bed and fully stretched his wings. Arro noticed him do that in his sleep sometimes, but he obviously hadn’t been able to while they were cuddling. For someone so small, he could really take up a lot of space.
“What are you going to do with your day off?” Rangavar asked as he stood up.
Heavily shifting his weight, Arro turned slightly to rest on his back. “I don’t know.”
Rangavar was silent a long moment. “You should call Jade.”
Arro sighed. He was right. “Yeah.”
“You have to tell her eventually, you know,” Rangavar pointed out.
“I know.” His reluctance went unspoken. Not that it was at all weird that he’d found a companion on Karraden. It was weird that it was Rangavar. “What should I tell her?”
“I don’t know. But you probably don’t have to mention that we skipped courting and went straight to—”
“‘Courting’?” Arro turned his head towards the ceiling and laughed. “Vaugh, sometimes I forget how fucking old you are.”
“Well, what do you call it then?”
“Dating. It’s dating now.” He didn’t have to turn to know that Rangavar was glaring at him. “Is it hard to keep up with the way that words change over the centuries? I imagine it’s perpetually frustrating.”
Rangavar snorted. “You have no idea.”
Arro sighed. “I’ll call her while you’re at work. Jade, I mean. And don’t worry, I won’t mention the fact that we ‘skipped courting’,” he said with finger quotes and a grin.
Even so, Arro continued to lie in bed long after hearing Rangavar close the front door behind him on his way out. Without eating, of course, although that was a conversation Arro could handle later. Right now, he’d have to handle Jade. She’d thought that Rangavar was out of her life forever, and that was no longer the case.
Well. There was no point in putting it off. Arro tapped his wristband.
~Kraz wasn’t at work today. Rangavar wasn’t sure whether that was good or bad; he couldn’t ask him any questions. On the other paw, if Kraz trailed him all day, he wouldn’t get a chance to peek inside any of those boxes. And he really wanted to peek inside those boxes.
There was a huge stockroom in the back of the building where supplies were loaded and sorted. Rangavar actually hadn’t been back here before; Jethe had kept he and Arro away, apparently. It hadn’t really seemed important, but now that fact only added to his suspicion. There was definitely something back here they weren’t supposed to see.
That also added credence to Arro’s suspicions that Rangavar’s new position was bait, of course. As the workers cycled in and out, he had ample opportunity to pry a box open and peek inside. It was too easy. Rangavar just didn’t know why.
While waiting for his chance, despite the anticipation, he found his mind wandering back to last night. He tried not to let it; he didn’t want to be distracted. He just wished that Arro had given some hints of the fact that he was into him. Maybe Rangavar could have accepted his own attraction a little sooner as well; it hadn’t at all escaped his notice that Arro was a good looking guy. He also had that soft, endearing shy side, and his gentle strength, and his cute, chubby face, and…
Rangavar suddenly realized that the other guard had gone on break. Now was his chance.
He walked over to the latest stack of boxes piled on a pallet nearby, glanced around to make sure the coast was clear, and then set about unsecuring one. It really did seem as though this opportunity had been set up for him. He still worked quickly, though; he didn’t want to press his luck too hard.
He wondered what sort of revelation would be inside. Maybe absolutely nothing, and the lab would have the last laugh. He’d get in trouble, gain nothing, and look like an idiot for thinking they’d make it that easy. Or, they were taunting him with some new, exciting piece of evidence that proved they were working on something malicious. Flaunting that would be equally humiliating when they fired him or worse.
Fortunately, without incident, Rangavar was finally able to pry open the lid.
He actually wasn’t surprised by what he found; he actually wondered why it hadn’t occurred to him already. A bunch of relatively small glass orbs were packed in tightly. Well, they weren’t really ‘glass’, they were the same material as the cases. The perfectly clear surfaces were only broken up by the metallic bands that encircled them in a crisscross pattern. None of bands were lit up, and none of the balls were expanded. They were empty, of course.
Of course.
He let the lid of the box drop back down and rearranged it into place with his foot. No one had entered while he searched; it had obviously been set up that way for him. And now he just got to fume until the end of his shift, which was still an hour away.
Rangavar wasn’t sure what he was meant to feel, but what he felt was angry. The answer was so obvious it hurt. What would be the purpose of wraith cannons without these stupid things? Wraith cannons were no good if there wasn’t a way to transport their captures. Duh. The research facility couldn’t have made it more obvious if they’d put literal wraiths in the boxes. Actually, who was to say they hadn’t? They had everything they needed to. Well, except for a reason.
Why?
There’d be no reason to study this equipment on any world other than Glitara. Those creatures didn’t live on Karraden—well, the obvious conclusion to this discovery might be that those creatures would be on Karraden. Which they shouldn’t be.
What would be the point?
Did they just want to see how the public would respond? Mass chaos, probably. The other worlds just weren’t equipped to handle threats that had taken Glitarians centuries learning to combat. If it were some sort of shitty population experiment, it was a highly unethical one.
So Rangavar was pissed.
He figured that whoever had orchestrated this discovery wanted that out of him. He continued to be pissed the rest of his shift. And then the rest of the way home. He knew Arro wouldn’t care—whatever had happened to him seemed to be something other than Jethe’s abilities. Maybe he genuinely had gotten cold feet all on his own. But Rangavar at least had to tell him. Even if he didn’t snap out of it, he at least deserved to be kept up to date.
He faltered as he opened the door. Arro was lying on the couch playing videogames. He looked like he was having fun. Rangavar supposed he could take a few minutes to cool down before trying to have a conversation about it.
Arro saw him coming and sat up so that Rangavar could sit next to him on the couch. “Anything interesting today?”
“Yeah, actually.” Maybe he could just delve right into the topic after all. “I, um…” Now, if only he knew where to start. He dropped down onto the opposite end of the couch, where he usually sat. “I think—”
“You don’t have to sit so far away,” said Arro with amusement. Then his cheeks started to brighten. “I mean, unless you want to, of course—”
“You don’t have to blush every time you talk to me,” Rangavar countered.
Well, that made it worse, actually. Arro rolled his head back and groaned. “I still have no idea what you see in me, you know.”
Instead of answering, Rangavar moved closer to Arro on the couch until he could lean into Arro’s plush side. The Faerian was so warm. He wished he could lean his head on his shoulder, but the pile of fat that pooled around Arro as he sat on the couch prevented Rangavar from getting close enough.
After a moment, Arro slowly, hesitantly put his arm around Rangavar’s shoulders. It was heavy. Rangavar knew that Arro knew that, and that he was trying to be careful. It made more space for Rangavar to snuggle closer, though.
“Have you eaten yet?”
“Huh?”
“You know. Food.”
“Yeah, Arro, I got that part down.” He rolled his eyes. “I have—” He paused. He recalled that slice of cold pizza yesterday morning. He’d been too busy to eat last night. And this morning, he’d dashed out the door… “—not, actually.”
“There’s still bread over here. You should eat something.”
Rangavar thought about that. It was hard to go wrong with bread. “Sure. What are you going to eat?”
“I could actually make real sandwiches. I can make one for you too, you know. If you actually wanted one.”
Rangavar started to wrinkle his snout.
“That’s what I thought.”
“It’s not that I wouldn’t—”
Arro grabbed the bread bag off the table and dropped it in Rangavar’s lap as he started to get up. “It’s okay. I’ll be back in a sec.”
Instead of protesting, Rangavar undid the bag and started to push a slice of bread into his mouth. As soon as it hit his tongue, it was like his body suddenly remembered how long it had been since he last ate, activating his hunger. The slices were thin; when he got down the first, he quickly added a second.
He was actually on a third by the time Arro came back over. “Guess you are hungry. I still don’t get how you can just ‘forget’ to eat for two days.”
“Not ‘two days’,” said Rangavar around a mouthful of bread.
“Basically was.” Arro dropped back onto the couch with a modest number of sandwiches. Well, modest for Arro. There were three sandwiches. And more sandwich-ingredients had been ‘forgotten’ on the counter.
“Oh yeah, you forgot to tell me what you found at work. I mean, you don’t have to. But if you want to.”
Rangavar paused with another bite of bread halfway to his mouth. “Oh, right.” He still wasn’t really sure where to even start. Maybe with the basics..? That sounded good. “I’m not really sure they’re expecting to actually do anything to dragons.” Wait, that really, really minimalized it. Back up. “I mean the, uh, ‘weapons’ we found? I think that they’re for. Well. Wildlife.”
Fuck. What WERE the basics at this point? “I mean, I don’t think that the research facility is designing weapons or anything against the people here. I think that they might be designing them for fauna. But like, fauna from Glitara. That shouldn’t be here.” Yeah. Better. “I think that means they’re going to bring some, uh, creatures here. Glitarian creatures.”
Arro frowned at him as he took another bite of sandwich. “That doesn’t really sound so bad.”
Okay, too basic, too basic. He’d still minimalized it too far. “Like, dangerous fauna. Really bad stuff. That’s what the, uh, ‘guns’ must be for.” That’s what Arro thought the wraith cannons were, right? Maybe that would get through.
“If all of that stuff is for hunting wildlife, then I feel a bit stupid about all the time we wasted.” Arro started stuffing the third sandwich in his mouth. “We sort of went through a lot of trouble for nothing.”
“No, it’s important.” Why was Arro being so frustrating? It clearly wasn’t Jethe’s manipulation at this point, but it also didn’t just seem like nervousness about consequences or anything. It was almost like… complete, total apathy towards something that should have alarmed him whether or not he wanted to investigate.
The Faerian could obviously read the look on his face. “I mean, maybe it is bad stuff. And we were right about that. But shouldn’t we just trust the research facility to handle it?”
“I feel like the word ‘trust’ doesn’t belong in that sentence,” said Rangavar with finger quotes. “Don’t you get it? They don’t even have to do any weird shit. It’s the kind of stuff that all they have to do is release some of those, uh, ‘creatures’ on Karraden, and sit back and watch society fall to shambles.”
“Okay, maybe.” Arro swallowed the last of the sandwich. “But why? What could they possibly gain from that?”
It was the question that had been plaguing Rangavar all day long. “I don’t know,” he admitted. He knew there HAD to be a reason. It was an awful lot of trouble to go through. They had to be experimenting SOMETHING, he just couldn’t figure out what they’d possibly be studying. What kind of data they’d be willing to give up millions of lives for.
“Well, maybe it’s not worth worrying about.”
Ugh. He was being impossible. “Well, even if you stopped caring, I am going to worry about the collapse of society, but thanks for the tip.”
“You’re being so dramatic.” Arro reached his arm around Rangavar’s shoulders and pulled him closer. He looked at the piece of forgotten bread in Rangavar’s paws. “Maybe you’ll feel better if you relax and eat something. Maybe you just need a break from your own head.”
Of course he’d think that. Arro seemed like he’d been on vacation from his own head for days now. “Sure. Maybe.” Well, it was true he was still hungry. Maybe Arro was right about that part. He took another bite out of his current slice of bread.
Arro got up to make more sandwiches, which no one was really surprised about. When he came back, Rangavar was still resting against the couch, still lost in thought. He felt like he’d gathered almost every piece of the puzzle only to find out that there wasn’t a picture.
“Aren’t you going to eat more?”
“I had three slices.” He had. He felt a lot better now.
“They’re really small. They’re for sandwiches, so they’re like, super thin. Since stuff is supposed to go between them.”
“Yeah. So?”
Arro sat back on the couch. “So why don’t you eat an actual meal for once?”
“I just did.”
The larger dragon scowled. “You know exactly what I mean. Three bites isn’t a meal.”
“That was way more than ‘three bites’ for me. Maybe my mouth just isn’t as big as yours.”
“Ha-ha. Yeah. Well you’re definitely going to eat more than that.”
Rangavar snorted. “Sure. Yeah. Later.”
Arro set his sandwiches down on the coffee table and went back to leaning his arm around Rangavar while resting his back against the couch.
“Aren’t you going to eat your sandwiches?”
“I’ll eat when you eat.”
Rangavar rolled his eyes. “Well, they’ll be stale. You’re going to be waiting all night.”
“Nah. You’re eating right now.”
“I just finished.”
Arro snorted. “No way.”
Rangavar stared absently at the TV. “Maybe we could play videogames or something. We never got to do that the other night.” That would also take his mind off of work, at least as well as food would.
“Yeah, because you never ate the pizza.”
“I ate it the next morning.”
“How are you still alive?” Arro asked incredulously. “You should’ve starved to death by now.”
“Maybe I just need less food than you,” he pointed out.
“Well, even if that’s true, you can’t just eat nothing at all.”
Rangavar sighed. He didn’t want to argue with Arro. He got up to leave. Or, well, he tried to. Arro tightened his arm around Rangavar’s shoulders.
He pushed the bread back at Rangavar. “Here.”
“Arro.”
Arro grinned. “Rangavar.”
“Alright alright, I’ll eat more stupid bread.” He snatched the bag. He had a feeling that Arro wouldn’t just let this go. Arro’s grip around his shoulders wasn’t crushing, but it was strong.
Rangavar started to push a fourth slice of bread into his mouth.
“You could fold them up to eat it faster. Then we could play videogames.”
The smaller dragon frowned. “‘Them’? This is the fourth one I’ve eaten. Just because they’re small, doesn’t mean I haven’t eaten a lot already.”
“Pfft. What you think is ‘a lot’ isn’t a lot.”
Rangavar went ahead and took his time eating the slice. Regardless of what Arro thought, he was starting to feel full. When he finished, he squirmed slightly against Arro’s grip. “Happy?”
“You have a few meals to make up for, you know.”
Rangavar scowled at him. “That’s not how a stomach works.”
“Isn’t it?”
“No, it’s not.” He tried to get up so that he could grab a controller, but Arro continued to hold him. Rangavar sighed. He supposed he could just sit here and lean into the larger dragon. He was padded on all sides by Arro’s fat. It was warm. Soft. Safe.
He was still really, really glad he’d made the choice to lean in last night, their lips connecting. When Arro had started to get flustered—started to feel bad about himself—Rangavar had the sudden clarity that he really was the reason why. Arro cared a lot about what Rangavar thought.
Rangavar cared a lot about Arro.
It had felt right. The feeling of their lips connecting. It felt right.
He was thinking about all this now, as he sat on the couch, Arro’s warm body against his, sparks still flying through his nerves whenever they touched. It still felt right. This felt right.
Arro kept his arm around Rangavar while reaching over to grasp the bread bag with his other paw. He had to turn slightly, his gut spilling partway onto Rangavar’s lap. If he turned any farther, he’d probably smother him, so it was obvious Arro was trying to be careful.
Rangavar lifted his brows. “Why would you eat plain bread when you just made all those sandwiches?”
Arro scoffed. “Who said this was for me?”
Wait.
Rangavar squirmed against his grip. “Let me up. We can play videogames or something.”
“Soon,” Arro promised. “After you’ve eaten.”
“I did.”
“A tiny bit.” He dragged Rangavar more tightly against him while holding a slice in his other paw. “Take it.”
Rangavar wrinkled his snout. “Arro, I ate enough. Seriously.”
Arro pushed the slice at his mouth. Rangavar grabbed Arro’s paw and pushed it away. Arro pushed back. “Maybe eating will help you work on that upper-body strength you want.”
“Ha. I doubt—” The moment he opened his mouth, Arro shoved the bread in with his thick fingers. Rangavar jerked his head back, but he was already pressed into Arro’s arm from behind.
Arro snorted. “Was that so hard?” He kept his fingers against Rangavar’s mouth until he chewed and swallowed.
“You’re an asshole and I ate your stupid bread and you can let go now.”
Arro laughed. He leaned in. “Do you have any idea how adorable you are when you look at me like that?”
“Like what?”
“Like you want to murder me.”
Rangavar snorted. “You know what, maybe I w—” He was interrupted by Arro quickly shoving another folded slice into his mouth. He hadn’t even noticed Arro pick it up while they were talking. “Mmphph!”
“No, chew it.” Arro was holding Rangavar’s chin with his thumb. “See? Not hard.”
Rangavar pushed against Arro’s arm on one side and his fat gut on the other, still wedged tightly between them by the Faerian’s grip. His arm kept sinking into the layers of chub. He was really full. Uncomfortably full. The slices were light and fluffy enough for sandwiches, but once they went down, they turned into the same dense, heavy bread as any other type.
“You’re going to make me sick.”
“You’re going to be fine,” Arro assured him.
“My stomach isn’t used to stretching like yours.”
“Is that a fat joke?”
“What? No, of course n—” He immediately clamped his mouth shut as he caught Arro flying at him with another slice. He made a growl in his throat, grabbed Arro’s paw with both of his own paws, and tried to push him away.
“Just admit you need to eat more, and then we’ll be done and can play videogames.”
Rangavar snorted. “Fine, but only so you let—” Arro shoved the slice into his mouth. He quickly chewed and swallowed. Well, he should have been expecting that.
He squirmed to get up, but Arro still didn’t release him. “I didn’t hear you say it.”
Rangavar glared daggers at him. Arro laughed. He obviously knew he was being unfair. Sure, it was sort of funny, but Rangavar was definitely going to kill him after. Whenever Arro finally had the mercy to let go, of course.
He saw Arro go digging in the bread bag again, and started pushing against him more earnestly. Was he really going to keep going? Rangavar was painfully bloated. “That had better be for you,” he growled.
Arro held up the piece and paused. “Sure, that’s fair.” He pushed the slice into his own mouth and chewed. “We’ll take turns.”
“What? NO TURNS, we’re done.”
Arro grabbed another slice. Rangavar turned and tried to scramble away, but Arro readjusted his grip so that his arm was farther around Rangavar’s chest and pinning both of his much smaller arms to it. The Darkal tried to push himself away with his feet instead but Arro’s grasp was too tight to wriggle, and Arro’s fat gut spilling over Rangavar’s lap made it hard to move. “Fuck you,” the Darkal growled.
“Your request is noted and on hold.”
“Go fuck yoursel—” He quickly turned his head away as Arro tried to shove in the next piece. He succeeded at clamping his jaws shut, but Arro gently teased them open again with a few fingers. Rangavar didn’t have anywhere else to move his head.
“Admit you need to eat more.”
Rangavar gritted his teeth. “I’m not falling for that again,” he growled through them.
“Sorry, didn’t catch that.” Arro shoved a slice of bread into his own mouth. At least he had been honest about taking turns. Still, there couldn’t be that much bread left, right? The loaf seemed never-ending, but that only meant they’d already eaten a lot. He’d at least be forced to give this up when it was gone. Hopefully Arro eating the rest; he was good at putting away food without paying attention.
“We can just sit here, you know,” said Arro idly. “You’re very squirmy. But you’re also really cute. Actually, being squirmy might be making you more cute.”
Rangavar glared at him, refusing to open his mouth. He still really couldn’t wriggle that much. With Arro holding him so tightly, and the overhang of his belly trapping Rangavar’s legs.
“Come on. Promise you’ll eat more food from now on, and we can move on to playing videogames, like you wanted.”
Rangavar continued to silently glare. Nope, not falling for it.
“What, are you actually mad?”
He wanted to answer so bad. But he wasn’t an idiot. He wasn’t falling for that, either. Arro had another slice of bread in his paw.
“I could sit here and admire you all night instead, you know.” He leaned his head down, closer. “You know I’ve already been doing that. Every night, I mean.” He ignored the bread for a moment to turn Rangavar’s chin towards his own face. “We don’t have to play videogames.”
True. They didn’t have to.
Arro suddenly leaned down and tried to kiss him. Rangavar leaned up willingly. The Faerian was right, they could think of some things more fun than videogames.
When Rangavar’s lips parted, he shoved another fucking slice into his mouth.
Arro cackled loudly and uncontrollably at the look on his face. “Holy shit, you fell for that!” he howled.
Rangavar tried to spit it out, but Arro gently held his mouth closed between his fingers. Didn’t stop him from trying; his stomach was in pain.
Faerians couldn’t tell, of course. Arro picked up another slice. He put it in his own mouth. Then he pulled out another. “Your turn again.” He held it out to Rangavar and teased it against his lips. “Come on, doesn’t it feel good to be full for once?” He laughed. “What if I just, filled you up forever? There’s lots of bread left. I’m gonna stuff you until you can’t move, then you’ll have to play videogames with me all night. You won’t be able to leave.”
Rangavar scowled up at him. “I was already planning to play—” Arro pushed the slice into his mouth, of course. He’d been expecting it this time, but wasn’t sure what else to do. His body reacted on his behalf this time, though, coughing and choking on it, not allowing it to go down.
Arro finally released him, reaching over to the coffee table for a glass of water as Rangavar sank back onto the couch. He handed it to the smaller dragon. “Sorry. Forgot how dry it is.”
Rangavar tried to take a sip. A small sip. At least it got the bread down. He groaned and lay down, his bloated middle heaving over him, rounded with food. It wasn’t even a lot, he knew, not to Arro at least. It was probably more than he’d eaten all week, though. His stomach was painfully taut.
Arro put a paw on it and rubbed it gently. He didn’t ask for permission. That was fine. After last night, there weren’t many places on Rangavar he hadn’t put his paws already.
That didn’t stop him from blushing, of course. “You’re not like, really, ACTUALLY mad, right? Like, you know we’re just having fun.”
Rangavar just groaned again in response, his eyes closed and brow furrowed in discomfort. He put his own paws on his belly, brushing Arro’s.
Arro slowly leaned over him, still rubbing Rangavar’s bloated belly with one paw while he braced the other on the couch. His fat gut spilled over Rangavar as he leaned, but there was nothing much they could do about it. He kissed Rangavar for real this time.
“You taste like peanut butter.”
“Oh, thank Vaugh, I almost thought you’d never speak to me again.” Arro looked down at him until Rangavar met his eyes. He grinned mischievously. “I forgot about the sandwiches. Do you want one?”
Rangavar scowled and swatted Arro away while the fat dragon laughed, pulling back to let Rangavar lie there and rest.
Arro grabbed the plate of sandwiches, and also one of the gaming controllers. He tried to hand the controller to Rangavar. “Here. You can play games while I finish up.”
“I’m not moving an inch. I feel sick. And in pain.”
The other dragon rolled his eyes. “Maybe we can practice working out your stomach, too.”
“Noooo way.” Rangavar winced. He didn’t understand how Arro could do this every day and find it fun.
“What a waste.” Arro snorted. “You don’t even have to worry about getting fat or anything. You could eat forever.”
“We can get fat if we take in more calories than we’re putting out. We’re real creatures, you know. We’re not like, magic-factories.” That was probably kind of offensive, actually. In the past, dragons had been farmed for magic before. But that was the last thing on Rangavar’s mind as he hugged his swollen belly.
“What would you do if you got fat?”
Rangavar wasn’t really sure what kind of a question that was. “Wear bigger pants, probably.”
Arro shoved a bite of sandwich in his own mouth as he started up the gaming console. “You really don’t want to play?”
“Not right now. I need a moment.”
Arro held the sandwich between his teeth as he started to play. “Sure. Suit yourself,” he said around the sandwich plugging his mouth.
Rangavar slowly, painfully wriggled his way into a sitting position, still clutching his distended tum with one arm. He moved until he was next to Arro again, but facing him this time, and sat up on his knees until he could reach Arro’s shoulder and lean his head into it. Arro didn’t say anything around the sandwich, too intent on the game to pause and push the rest into his mouth.
Rangavar reached up and pushed the rest into his mouth for him. Arro chewed and swallowed. The larger dragon said, “If you got really fat, and I lost a lot of weight, we could just switch pants. Save a lot of money.”
“I don’t think you’d ever fit into my pants. You’re too tall.”
Arro wrinkled his snout.
“Do you want me to give you another sandwich?”
The Faerian was distracted by the game for a second. “Are you sure you don’t want to play? It’s not too late to join in.”
Rangavar didn’t think he’d be able to focus on the game. He was uncomfortably stuffed. He could handle feeding sandwiches to Arro, though. And Arro had just fed him. That seemed fair.
He grabbed the plate and picked up a sandwich. He held it up in front of Arro’s snout, and Arro took a bite while remaining focused on the screen. It was a very efficient system, actually.
Despite the large amount of them, the sandwiches were gone long before Arro was done playing. The larger dragon was looking a bit bloated himself, so Rangavar rubbed Arro’s belly too. Maybe he didn’t need to; Arro was way more used to eating unfathomable quantities of food. Rangavar found he liked kneading the soft, pudgy rolls, though. It was cute. Arro was cute. Rangavar was really glad that he’d decided to kiss him yesterday.
He also found that he really liked kissing the fat Faerian in general, and took a moment to do that now. Arro got distracted and lost the game, but he didn’t get mad this time, instead putting down the controller and kissing him back. They stayed like that a while, Rangavar leaning on him, until Arro shifted his weight and Rangavar lost his balance against the squishy roll he was leaning on.
“Why didn’t we do this sooner?” Arro asked breathlessly.
“Because you were eating sandwiches and playing the videogame.”
Arro rolled his eyes. “I mean this. I mean us.”
“Oh.” Because Rangavar had been pretty sure Arro hated him. They’d had a bit of a rocky start. Speaking of which, “How did Jade take it?”
Arro paused. “Really… well, actually.”
Rangavar pricked his ears. “Really?” He tried not to sound extremely surprised, but he was. Jade could be extremely hard-headed. He genuinely wasn’t sure how she’d react to finding out Rangavar wasn’t as ‘gone’ as she’d asked him to be.
Arro gulped. He wasn’t lying, though. “Yeah. It, uh, wasn’t easy. Not an easy conversation, I mean. But things are fine now.”
“That’s great.” Finally, something was going right for them. “Can… uh, can I— Does she want to, maybe, talk to me?” He felt his face get warm. He hoped that wasn’t pushing it. “I mean, not if she didn’t say that, of course. I’m just wondering, since she’d be okay with, well, us, that maybe—”
“I think we should hold off on that,” Arro interrupted a bit hastily. Rangavar sensed he was feeling anxious.
“Yeah.” It really was better that way. Rangavar wasn’t sure why he’d bothered asking.
“It’s just, uh, soon. You know?”
“You’re right. I know. Sorry.”
“No need to be sorry.” Arro cupped his paw around the back of Rangavar’s head and drew him back in to rest his head against him. “This is nobody’s fault. It’s just how it is right now. And things will get better eventually.”
“Yeah.” Rangavar leaned his head on Arro’s chest. He could hear his heart beating beneath the soft layer of pudge. He knew Arro was right.
The Faerian snuck his fingers under Rangavar’s chin and tilted his head back up. “I wish I kissed you ages ago. I was so scared you hated me,” he blushed.
“I thought you hated me.” Rangavar thought for a second. “I mean, in the beginning, you sort of did. You know. The reason you came here, and all.”
Arro was quiet a long moment. “This is going to make a very interesting ‘how did you guys meet’ story.”
Rangavar started laughing. “We should just, make up weird shit. And people won’t believe us. And if we ever tell them the truth, it’ll sound even weirder. They’ll still think we’re lying.”
“You love irony.”
“You’ve got to admit that would be fun.”
“It would be. It will be,” Arro amended. “We should do that.”
Rangavar looked back up at him. “Know what we should do right now?”
Arro stared into his eyes. “I have a few ideas.” He leaned down to kiss him, and Rangavar’s paws sank into his soft, fat body as he leaned up to join him.
Category Story / Fat Furs
Species Western Dragon
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