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Kill, Marry, Fuck Chapter 29
Rangavar needs some recovery time after Arro's force-feeding the night before, but he might also be able to sneak in a bit of time for revenge...
Arro tries adjusting to his new work schedule, but might have another spooky encounter
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Kill, Marry, Fuck
Chapter 29
Arro found himself massaging the bloated Darkal’s distended belly the next morning before he woke up. He’d complained that he was so full it hurt, but Arro was familiar with that feeling, and knew it was nothing a bit of sleep and belly-rubs couldn’t fix. And anyway, it was cute how visible the stuffed belly was on the normally concave stomach. Arro knew that it would all turn into magic or whatever throughout the day, so he had to enjoy the cute tum while he could.
He found his fingers trailing up the Darkal’s smooth chest, brushing the back of his fingers along his jawline. He turned his paw over and ran a thumb over the two tiny spikes at the very back. Arro paused, his thumb hovering over Rangavar’s right cheek. The scar there was made up of very dark, very small scales that branched out. Arro had caught the other dragon obsessing over it in the mirror the other day, and it wasn’t the first time he’d noticed Rangavar get self-conscious. He had a habit of turning his head just slightly enough when speaking to someone that he was never actually looking head-on, instead limiting how much of that side of his face they could see. It was practically imperceptible, but Arro noticed. He could watch Rangavar all day long and never get bored. He noticed everything.
His paw continued to hover over it. He wanted to brush the back of his paw over Rangavar’s cheek. He wanted to trace every inch of the dragon, scars or otherwise. Well, the Darkal was asleep… he technically wouldn’t know. But it still felt disrespectful somehow.
Arro settled for running his fingers through the dark fur on Rangavar’s wings instead. It was so long and thick compared to the fuzz on his own wings. He wondered if it kept the smaller dragon really warm, or if it were really annoying. He’d seen Rangavar fuss with it in the morning when it wouldn’t lie flat. Maybe both.
The Darkal flexed his wings as he finally began to wake up. He wasn’t a heavy sleeper, really. He was mostly a restless sleeper, turning over and flinging his limbs around while he slept. It wasn’t unusual for Arro to wake up with a wing or an arm next to his face.
Rangavar sighed and hugged his belly as he seemingly became aware of the stuffed feeling. He was lying on his back, giving his distended belly as much room as it needed while sitting on top of him. Waking up, he rubbed his paws over it and winced.
Arro put one of his own paws on it again to join Rangavar’s paws. He curled his head closer to Rangavar’s ear. “Good morning,” he whispered.
The smaller dragon grimaced.
“It’s a good thing it’s your day off. How would you get your work pants on without help this time?”
Rangavar swatted at him with the back of his paw. “Try this again and I’ll fill YOU up so much that the research facility won’t be able to produce enough fabric.”
“I’m covered in fat. I can suck in,” Arro said. “Maybe we just have to make all that food turn into fat so you’ll be able to suck into your pants too.”
Rangavar made a face and rolled over so he could bury his face in Arro’s chest. It was easier when they were both lying down, and Rangavar could place himself anywhere he wanted on the bed, curling to get past the larger dragon’s sprawling gut.
Arro wasn’t as lucky as Rangavar today; he had the afternoon shift, and wasn’t looking forward to it. He’d probably have to see Jethe. Jethe was always there. At least the pale gray Faerian hadn’t tried anything weird last time.
Their morning was pretty free. For now, they could lie like this, unmoving. Unfortunately, it didn’t last forever; they were interrupted by a gurgle from Arro’s stomach.
“What happened to all those sandwiches?” said Rangavar into Arro’s warm chest.
Arro grabbed one of his chubby rolls. “I put them right here, I think.”
Rangavar snorted, his lip turning up in a small smile. “Usually you’re downstairs eating breakfast by now.”
“Breakfast is good. You should try it sometime.”
“Not today. I’m not about to be hungry anytime soon.”
That looked true. He was still gently holding his swollen tum.
Arro kissed the top of his head, in front of one of his horns. “I’ll meet you in the kitchen.”
Rangavar made some sort of wordless reply.
Arro skipped down the stairs. His fat gut bounced heavily with every move, but he felt light. He felt light when he was with Rangavar.
He went digging around the cabinets trying to decide what he wanted. He knew he probably needed to lay off the pastries, his greatest weakness. Those donuts did look appetizing, though. He tried to push that thought away. There were other foods good for breakfast. He’d gone out a bought a bunch, it was just that the pastries were always so tempting.
He pricked an ear at the sound of Rangavar descending the stairs. Maybe Rangavar could help him decide, even if he didn’t eat anything himself. Arro held up a box and a bag of bread. “Pancakes or toast?”
“Pancakes?”
“Pancakes it is.”
“No, I meant—”
Arro pretended to not pay attention. He knew exactly what Rangavar meant. He only wished the Darkal was hungry so he could properly introduce them.
Rangavar sighed and went to flop down on the couch. He didn’t make a move to turn on the TV or anything. Arro sometimes wondered what he’d done for fun before TV or videogames existed.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to make you some?” he called over.
“You never really told me what they are.”
The fatter dragon snorted. “I’ll just show you.” When he eventually made his way over to the couch, Rangavar eyed the stack of pancakes curiously. Arro set the plate down on the coffee table. They could have sat at the kitchen counter if they wanted to, since they’d gotten those larger, stronger stools, but Arro didn’t like the way his thighs hung over the edges. They hadn’t done that back when he’d first gotten the stools. He was pretty upset about it.
Arro opened the syrup and began to smother the pancakes.
“You’re putting sugar gel all over the sugar disks?”
Arrod side-eyed him. “This ‘sugar gel’ comes one hundred-percent naturally straight out of trees, like other stuff you like to eat, you
know.”
“Hmm.”
Arro rolled his eyes. “If you get hungry later, you should try it. I can make more pancakes.”
“Maybe,” said Rangavar, his voice letting the Faerian know that he had no particular inclination to do that.
“You know, no matter what you say about sugar, it still wouldn’t hurt to at least try more types of food. You can’t just hate everything.” Arro began to shove forkfuls of pancake into his mouth from the giant stack. It only took him a minute to realize that he wished he’d made more; a pile that would normally feed a family was just a snack to him. He shouldn’t have put that much expectation on his self-control.
The Darkal was eyeing the pancakes. “MAYBE if you make more later, I MIGHT try one. Happy?”
“Yeah.” Arro shoved another dripping bite into his mouth. “I wish I’d made more of these right now, actually.”
“Can I try?” Rangavar piped.
“Huh?”
“Making them. Can I try to make pancakes? It didn’t look hard.”
Arro was about to say no, but paused. “There’d be nothing to stab,” he warned with a small grin.
Rangavar scowled at him.
“If I call out directions, could you follow them?”
“Yeah, of course I could,” the Darkal scoffed.
“If you’re sure about that.” Arro wasn’t sure himself how well the Darkal would do without anti-stabbing supervision. But Arro also didn’t want to get up and make more himself.
He continued to shovel in the pancakes as he yelled instructions over to Rangavar in the kitchen. Actually, the Darkal seemed to be doing alright. Arro noticed him pause a few times to compare the sizes of the measuring spoons, though, and it occurred to him that he was doing that to tell which ones were halves, quarters, and thirds, since he couldn’t read the numbers. It was super adorable, actually. Arro didn’t tell him that; it didn’t seem appropriate to point out.
He was wary as Rangavar finally presented him with the pancakes. He was just finishing up the other stack. “How’d I do?” the Darkal asked, perhaps sounding a bit nervous. Vaugh. He was just so cute. Arro was glad he’d let him make pancakes.
Arro poked at them, suspicious that they’d be either undercooked or burnt, but surprisingly, they seemed fine. “Alright, I think. Thanks.” He tentatively took a bite. Then another. For a first try, they actually were good. He began to eat them more quickly. “I still can’t believe you don’t want to try one,” he said around a fluffy mouthful.
“I told you I might later.
Arro slowed as the pancakes finally started to fill up him up, the doughy density sitting heavily in the pit of his stomach. He was used to eating a lot, though, so he already knew he would finish them anyway.
“Do you want more?”
“Huh?”
“More pancakes?” Rangavar was watching from a stool in the kitchen. He’d sat down after cleaning up some batter he’d spilled during his attempt. He had his chin on one paw, his elbow leaning on the counter. “I could try to do it myself this time.”
Arro thought for a moment. He looked down at the nearly-empty plate. He looked back at Rangavar, studying him. His offer seemed genuine. “Uh… alright.” Arro almost immediately wanted to change his answer. He’d devoured a ton of pancakes already. His gut was stuffed with the stupid things. And Rangavar was watching him binge again, helpless in his own gluttony…
But…
Rangavar made all of that okay, somehow.
Unaware of the internal struggle—or at least seemingly—the Darkal set about making more pancakes. Arro watched from the couch, anticipating the next round of food about to come his way. He had an idea, going back and forth for a moment, before he tentatively called out, “Do you want to learn how to make toast?”
Rangavar paused and frowned at him. “Do you still want the pancakes?”
“Yeah.”
“What’s toast?”
“You like… stick some bread into that metal box thing on the counter. And it cooks it.”
“Oh, that thing?” Rangavar eyed the toaster. There was actually a lot of stuff in the kitchen he’d never asked about. Arro usually never mentioned it; he didn’t want to sound patronizing. If Rangavar didn’t know what toast was, though, then it had seemed pretty safe that he wouldn’t recognize the toaster.
“Yeah, and then you put butter on it or whatever.”
Rangavar glanced from the toaster back to him. “So you just… cook the bread a second time?”
Arro paused. That was a weird way of putting it, but he wasn’t wrong. “Sure.”
“Doesn’t sound hard.”
The fat Faerian waited expectantly as Rangavar soon brought over the rest of his meal, both the pancakes and the toast. He also set down a tub of butter. “I wasn’t sure how much of the fat-paste you wanted.”
“You really didn’t used to have butter?” said Arro, incredulous.
Rangavar grinned a bit. “We did, I just wanted to see the look on your face when I said that. You have such a low opinion of my food experience.”
Maybe Arro did have a low opinion. Maybe Rangavar was really only bad at sandwiches, and Arro had been quick to judge. He’d wished he’d asked Rangavar to make things for him sooner; he could have had the other dragon dropping a constant influx of food into his paws all along.
At that thought, he suddenly looked around at all the empty plates. The food was coming so easily when he didn’t have to do it himself, that he was really overdoing it. He felt his face heat up. He’d once again proven to Rangavar what a fat fuck he was.
“Is that going to be enough?”
“More than enough,” Arro assured him. He eyed the plethora of plates and pancake stacks. And now the toast that had been added to the mix. “This breakfast was actually, uh, way bigger than I expected.”
“Is it good?”
“Yeah,” Arro admitted. “Really good. Thanks.”
“Do you need me to make more?”
“No way.” Arro grimaced. He was genuinely full. He just didn’t have any self-control. He was pretty sure that if Rangavar put another plate of food down in front of him right now, he might even devour that, too. He’d gotten really, really bad ever since they’d started living together. Even at the beginning, he realized, in the hotel room, when Rangavar fed him on the bed. Maybe Rangavar’s endless acceptance was a bad influence. Arro could just eat forever, and Rangavar would still hold him and call him cute? It was hardly incentive to lose weight.
Rangavar wandered back over to the kitchen. Arro began cramming the food into his mouth now that the other dragon wasn’t looking. Even if Rangavar didn’t mind, the much fatter, out-of-control dragon still felt self-conscious.
The Darkal paused at the counter, looking at the developing mess. “Are you sure you don’t want any more, because I think I’m about to clean up.”
Well, when he put it that way… “Uh, maybe.” Fuck, what was wrong with him? His lips kept moving before the guilt really settled in. “If you’re still up for it, do you want to make more toast?” Vaugh dammit.
The smaller dragon obliged. Even though Rangavar had eaten half a loaf last night himself, Arro always stocked up on bread because it was so versatile. There was plenty over there. It wasn’t long before the Darkal came back over to the couch with more toast.
It was a lot of toast. Arro narrowed his eyes suspiciously at a sudden thought. “Is this revenge for stuffing you last night?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Arro shot him a glare. Rangavar put up his paws. “Alright, alright, mayyyybe a little,” he admitted, the corner of his mouth quirking up. “But I think I like making food. And seeing you enjoy yourself. And it’s really cool that there’s a way to do both right now.”
Arro groaned. “I won’t enjoy it so much when I’m overflowing my clothes at work later.”
Rangavar, standing in front of him, leaned over and rested a paw on his bloated paunch. “It’s not later yet, right?”
That was definitely a true statement, although Arro wasn’t sure it was the sort of true he needed to hear right now.
Rangavar picked up a piece of toast and teased it in front of Arro’s mouth. Their eyes met. “Come on, you do want it, right?” He was right. Arro willingly opened his mouth, and the Darkal slowly pushed it inside. It was really good. This was really good.
The let the Darkal give him another. And another. The amount of bread he was putting away made the amount Rangavar ate last night look pitiful, put into perspective. Arro’s stomach stretched easily from years of practice, consistently ready for more. He leaned back to give his belly more room, the layers of fat bulging slightly farther as the food packed it taut. He was getting uncomfortably full, but knew from experience that he could fit so much more. It was a bit embarrassing. But if Rangavar was okay with it, then Arro could be okay with it. At least for now; he knew he’d have second thoughts at work later. Those thoughts would have to wait.
The pancakes had been gone for a while. There was half a plate of toast left. “Do you want me to make more?” Rangavar offered.
Arro groaned. “Thanks, but no. Definitely not.” He painfully maneuvered himself until he was lying sprawled on the couch. Rangavar shoved more toast in his mouth. He chewed, feeling a bit like an eating machine. He could probably put away food all day when the other dragon made it this easy.
Rangavar started to massage his belly, finally giving him a bit of relief. He’d run out of toast to feed him. Fortunately, he listened and didn’t go make more. Arro reached down to massage his own belly. Vaugh, it felt so big. It had always been big, but since coming to Karraden, it was so much bigger now.
Keeping his paws on the big Faerian’s stomach, Rangavar moved himself to sitting on Arro’s leg. The Darkal was way more comfortable around him since the other night. Arro loved that. He growled happily as Rangavar sank his smaller paws into the squishy mass that sat on Arro’s middle, kneading it in places Arro couldn’t even reach anymore. He should have been embarrassed. Mortified, even. He was so fat that he needed help to rub his own belly.
The Darkal’s paws eventually slipped around Arro’s sides, rubbing his rolls in a circular motion to ease the tautness. “Thanks,” Arro sighed. The massage did help, despite whatever else was plaguing him emotionally.
“Feel better?”
“A little.” Arro was also still massaging his massive gut with his own paws, brushing Rangavar’s occasionally. After relieving some of the bloating, the heavy fullness weighing down also felt sort of good. It was strange. He just felt so at ease.
“Anything else I could do to help?”
“I can’t think of much.”
Rangavar moved his paws down his rounded sides to the widest part of his hips, his paws making their way under Arro’s potbelly. Arro inhaled sharply at the feeling of the Darkal’s small fingers finding areas he hadn’t been able to reach on his own for quite some time. “Nothing?” Rangavar asked again. He was kneeling over Arro’s chubby legs now, facing him, although barely able to see each other’s faces over the huge bulge of fat dominating his middle.
Arro shivered. He thought for a second. “Well, maybe we can come up with something.”
He was right about work. Even though the research facility had sized his clothes up since the other day—which they seemed eternally fine with, for some reason, happy to take care of their employees—they were still a bit snug after the massive quantity of food he’d packed away this morning. At least Arro hadn’t had to worry about Jethe; he was in a new locker room now, at the back of the building, much like how Rangavar had described his own new placement.
Arro’s face was warm as he stared resolutely into his locker to ignore his new coworkers’ gazes. Nobody seemed to be blatantly watching him, but he was used to sly comments out the corners of mouths and sneaked glances, so he was sure some of those were going on despite the otherwise friendly atmosphere. His stuffed belly hung heavily over his stuffed pants. There was no way everyone just ‘didn’t notice’.
He wandered down the hall amidst the other dragons filing out of the locker room, all Faerians. Not a Gemian anywhere. Arro wasn’t sure how Rangavar hadn’t noticed before. Maybe it was hard for him to take stock of a crowd when he was almost always the shortest one there, unable to scan the tops of everyone’s head like Arro. Being short must be so inconvenient. No wonder Rangavar’s unhindered instincts were to climb on things.
Everyone else seemed to know where to go. As they dispersed, Arro realized he still had literally no idea. He pricked his ears as he noticed one of the other workers approaching him, hopefully to give him some instruction.
He eyed the other worker curiously. The Faerian coming his way was relatively young, and of pretty average height and build, but that was pretty much where ‘average’ ended. He had jet black scales, and a pattern of really light, bluish individual scales that sprinkled from his horns down the back of his neck and over his shoulders. Arro hadn’t seen a pattern like that before. It was sort of cool. His chest was the same bluish white, as well as his wings when he stretched them out behind him. He looked Arro up and down. “You’re Arro?”
Arro pressed his index fingers together. “Yeah.”
“First day, huh?”
“Yeah.” What the fuck else was he supposed to say.
The dragon extended a paw. “I’m Zark.”
Arro shook his paw. “I’m Arro.” He paused. Shit. “I guess you knew that, huh.”
Zark frowned and tilted his head. “Yeah.”
Well, his new first day was going great.
“I guess we’re partners today. Wanna get going?”
“Sure,” said Arro, still having no idea what they were about to do, but he didn’t dare open his mouth again. His first impression might be ruined, but maybe the rest of his day didn’t have to be.
They left through the back door of the building, Zark leading the way. It was nice outside. There were a few clouds, but the air wasn’t as humid as it could have been. Zark led him out away from the side of the building, but stopped before they got to the tree line. He turned back to Arro. “So what did they tell you to do?”
Arro stared blankly. “To show up, really.”
The other dragon lifted a brow. “No instructions?”
Arro shrugged. “Well, uh… no.”
Zark wrinkled his snout and looked back over towards the building. “Bunch of useless office workers who don’t know how to run anything, huh?”
“Heh. Yeah.”
“Well, all we really do is walk around out here and make sure there aren’t any lurkers. Apparently, the research facility has been having a problem with that lately.
“Oh, wow, that’s crazy.”
Zark lifted a brow. Arro wondered if that had maybe come out a bit too forcefully. If it had, Zark didn’t say anything.
As they walked, Arro started to notice a bit of a trail beaten into the grass, no doubt where guards had been making rounds. He’d actually noticed guards from the windows inside the building plenty of times before, standing watch around the perimeter, but they were usually stationary. Well, they used to be, at least. He supposed it made sense that they’d have more people moving around the back of the building, where he and Rangavar had poked around causing trouble. Oops.
When they were well out of view of anyone else, Zark paused. “Back here, no one bothers you. It’s nice.”
“Yeah.”
The black dragon cast a quick glance around. “Hey, do you mind if I go smoke?”
“Huh?”
Zark appeared a tiny box and waved it at him. “Do you smoke?”
“Oh, uh, no. Sorry.” He actually didn’t know there were dragons who still did. He eyed the box curiously.
“Some of the people I work with get like, all nervous about being caught or something, and I can’t when I’m with them. I was just wondering if you’re cool, though.”
“Yeah, I’m cool.” Arro really wanted Zark to think he was cool. He had a bit of making up to do from his introduction earlier.
“So hey, is it okay if you stand here while I go into the woods for a sec? I’ll be back really quickly. Just, you can stand here if someone’s coming. Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Arro felt a bit unsure. This seemed like something Zark did all the time, though, so he’d know what he was doing.
Zark brightened a little. “Great. Thanks bud.” He brushed by Arro into the woods, quickly disappearing from view. Arro could hear the crunch of leaves for a while. He wondered if the smoke from fire sticks smelled. If so, Zark probably had to get far away.
Arro felt really exposed all of the sudden, standing alone on the path behind the building. It reminded him of snooping around back here with Rangavar, and he felt like he was inherently doing something wrong. The fact that he was in a real guard uniform now didn’t make the sense of uncertainty go away.
“Arro.” A warm, female voice behind him.
He spun towards it heavily, pretty sure that he was about to get into trouble, even though Zark was technically the one who’d left him here. Instead, he was greeted by the sight of the small, female Darkal he remembered seeing several times before. Her footsteps had been soft as she’d padded towards him; he hadn’t heard a thing.
“Uh, hi.” He felt his face turn red. Was he about to get in trouble for Zark? Zark seemed like the sort of guy who got away with things. Arro was sure the trouble would fall on him somehow.
She tilted her head as she looked up at him. “I see you’re settling into your new position.”
Arro felt himself beginning to relax for some reason. “Oh, yeah. I guess.” He wondered how she knew that his position was new. He found himself wondering how she knew what his position had been at all.
She appeared to be thoughtfully studying him. Analyzing him. “What have you been up to since our last chat?”
Arro thought back on that. They’d chatted in the basement, he was pretty sure. “Just… been here, I guess.” He wasn’t really sure what kind of answer she was looking for. He wanted to give her the answer she was looking for. He so desperately wanted to. He was supposed to. He had to.
She frowned. “Have you spoken to your companion?”
“Oh, I don’t—” Arro paused. He suddenly remembered that he did have a companion now. He was delighted.
The Darkal was starting to look annoyed. “Did you tell your companion about our chat? Rangavar, I do believe?”
Arro tried to think back, his memories a bit vague. All of his thoughts right now a bit vague, really. He was having trouble focusing. “I, uh, yeah.” He remembered how tired he was the next morning after going home. Vaugh, he’d been so tired. “We talked.” They’d definitely said words. He just wasn’t sure what words.
The side of her mouth lifted to show one fang unpleasantly. “Did you mention me at all?” she asked more impatiently. “You know, as his fellow… Glitarian?”
Arro brightened. “Oh, Rangavar’s Glitarian too.”
She looked like she wanted to smack her forehead, but she resolutely kept her composure. “Please, just… let him know I said hi. From one Glitarian to another.”
“Yeah, I can do that,” Arro promised.
“Excellent.” She still had a slight look of annoyance about her. She looked around. “I’m sure your work partner will be back any moment. He thinks he’s really sneaky. I’m so glad you just so ‘happened’ to get partnered with him and end up alone out here. No one else has to know about our little encounter, right? Just Rangavar.”
Arro nodded. “Yeah. Just Rangavar,” he readily agreed.
Seemingly more satisfied, she turned away. She waved a paw dismissively in the air. “Now, as you were.”
When she had finally disappeared back inside through a back door of the building, the heady feeling in Arro’s brain began to dissipate. Even though he wasn’t harboring any negative feelings whatsoever, he had a small inkling in the back of his mind that something weird had just happened. He hadn’t seen her anywhere near the research facility since their talk in the basement. He didn’t even remember what it was about. Why would she want to talk to him again?
He was left alone with his thoughts another minute or two before he heard Zark beginning to make his way back. He smelled faintly of smoke when he emerged. It wasn’t a bad smell, but Arro could see why he’d needed to retreat so far. “Ready to keep going?”
“Yeah,” said Arro.
“Thanks for that, by the way.” One side of his mouth grinned a bit. “I know everything’s probably overwhelming right now, being your first day and all that. You seem like a cool guy, though.”
“Yeah.” He wasn’t sure he felt cool. He hoped he was a cool guy.
Zark clapped him on the shoulder as he guided himself past Arro’s bulk. Arro thought maybe he should say something more, but couldn’t think of anything. He absently wondered if Zark had seen the Darkal, or if he knew her, or at least knew anything about her. Arro felt like he should know more about her himself, since they’d spoken more than once, now. Even if he didn’t quite remember it.
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Kill, Marry, Fuck
Chapter 29
Arro found himself massaging the bloated Darkal’s distended belly the next morning before he woke up. He’d complained that he was so full it hurt, but Arro was familiar with that feeling, and knew it was nothing a bit of sleep and belly-rubs couldn’t fix. And anyway, it was cute how visible the stuffed belly was on the normally concave stomach. Arro knew that it would all turn into magic or whatever throughout the day, so he had to enjoy the cute tum while he could.
He found his fingers trailing up the Darkal’s smooth chest, brushing the back of his fingers along his jawline. He turned his paw over and ran a thumb over the two tiny spikes at the very back. Arro paused, his thumb hovering over Rangavar’s right cheek. The scar there was made up of very dark, very small scales that branched out. Arro had caught the other dragon obsessing over it in the mirror the other day, and it wasn’t the first time he’d noticed Rangavar get self-conscious. He had a habit of turning his head just slightly enough when speaking to someone that he was never actually looking head-on, instead limiting how much of that side of his face they could see. It was practically imperceptible, but Arro noticed. He could watch Rangavar all day long and never get bored. He noticed everything.
His paw continued to hover over it. He wanted to brush the back of his paw over Rangavar’s cheek. He wanted to trace every inch of the dragon, scars or otherwise. Well, the Darkal was asleep… he technically wouldn’t know. But it still felt disrespectful somehow.
Arro settled for running his fingers through the dark fur on Rangavar’s wings instead. It was so long and thick compared to the fuzz on his own wings. He wondered if it kept the smaller dragon really warm, or if it were really annoying. He’d seen Rangavar fuss with it in the morning when it wouldn’t lie flat. Maybe both.
The Darkal flexed his wings as he finally began to wake up. He wasn’t a heavy sleeper, really. He was mostly a restless sleeper, turning over and flinging his limbs around while he slept. It wasn’t unusual for Arro to wake up with a wing or an arm next to his face.
Rangavar sighed and hugged his belly as he seemingly became aware of the stuffed feeling. He was lying on his back, giving his distended belly as much room as it needed while sitting on top of him. Waking up, he rubbed his paws over it and winced.
Arro put one of his own paws on it again to join Rangavar’s paws. He curled his head closer to Rangavar’s ear. “Good morning,” he whispered.
The smaller dragon grimaced.
“It’s a good thing it’s your day off. How would you get your work pants on without help this time?”
Rangavar swatted at him with the back of his paw. “Try this again and I’ll fill YOU up so much that the research facility won’t be able to produce enough fabric.”
“I’m covered in fat. I can suck in,” Arro said. “Maybe we just have to make all that food turn into fat so you’ll be able to suck into your pants too.”
Rangavar made a face and rolled over so he could bury his face in Arro’s chest. It was easier when they were both lying down, and Rangavar could place himself anywhere he wanted on the bed, curling to get past the larger dragon’s sprawling gut.
Arro wasn’t as lucky as Rangavar today; he had the afternoon shift, and wasn’t looking forward to it. He’d probably have to see Jethe. Jethe was always there. At least the pale gray Faerian hadn’t tried anything weird last time.
Their morning was pretty free. For now, they could lie like this, unmoving. Unfortunately, it didn’t last forever; they were interrupted by a gurgle from Arro’s stomach.
“What happened to all those sandwiches?” said Rangavar into Arro’s warm chest.
Arro grabbed one of his chubby rolls. “I put them right here, I think.”
Rangavar snorted, his lip turning up in a small smile. “Usually you’re downstairs eating breakfast by now.”
“Breakfast is good. You should try it sometime.”
“Not today. I’m not about to be hungry anytime soon.”
That looked true. He was still gently holding his swollen tum.
Arro kissed the top of his head, in front of one of his horns. “I’ll meet you in the kitchen.”
Rangavar made some sort of wordless reply.
Arro skipped down the stairs. His fat gut bounced heavily with every move, but he felt light. He felt light when he was with Rangavar.
He went digging around the cabinets trying to decide what he wanted. He knew he probably needed to lay off the pastries, his greatest weakness. Those donuts did look appetizing, though. He tried to push that thought away. There were other foods good for breakfast. He’d gone out a bought a bunch, it was just that the pastries were always so tempting.
He pricked an ear at the sound of Rangavar descending the stairs. Maybe Rangavar could help him decide, even if he didn’t eat anything himself. Arro held up a box and a bag of bread. “Pancakes or toast?”
“Pancakes?”
“Pancakes it is.”
“No, I meant—”
Arro pretended to not pay attention. He knew exactly what Rangavar meant. He only wished the Darkal was hungry so he could properly introduce them.
Rangavar sighed and went to flop down on the couch. He didn’t make a move to turn on the TV or anything. Arro sometimes wondered what he’d done for fun before TV or videogames existed.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to make you some?” he called over.
“You never really told me what they are.”
The fatter dragon snorted. “I’ll just show you.” When he eventually made his way over to the couch, Rangavar eyed the stack of pancakes curiously. Arro set the plate down on the coffee table. They could have sat at the kitchen counter if they wanted to, since they’d gotten those larger, stronger stools, but Arro didn’t like the way his thighs hung over the edges. They hadn’t done that back when he’d first gotten the stools. He was pretty upset about it.
Arro opened the syrup and began to smother the pancakes.
“You’re putting sugar gel all over the sugar disks?”
Arrod side-eyed him. “This ‘sugar gel’ comes one hundred-percent naturally straight out of trees, like other stuff you like to eat, you
know.”
“Hmm.”
Arro rolled his eyes. “If you get hungry later, you should try it. I can make more pancakes.”
“Maybe,” said Rangavar, his voice letting the Faerian know that he had no particular inclination to do that.
“You know, no matter what you say about sugar, it still wouldn’t hurt to at least try more types of food. You can’t just hate everything.” Arro began to shove forkfuls of pancake into his mouth from the giant stack. It only took him a minute to realize that he wished he’d made more; a pile that would normally feed a family was just a snack to him. He shouldn’t have put that much expectation on his self-control.
The Darkal was eyeing the pancakes. “MAYBE if you make more later, I MIGHT try one. Happy?”
“Yeah.” Arro shoved another dripping bite into his mouth. “I wish I’d made more of these right now, actually.”
“Can I try?” Rangavar piped.
“Huh?”
“Making them. Can I try to make pancakes? It didn’t look hard.”
Arro was about to say no, but paused. “There’d be nothing to stab,” he warned with a small grin.
Rangavar scowled at him.
“If I call out directions, could you follow them?”
“Yeah, of course I could,” the Darkal scoffed.
“If you’re sure about that.” Arro wasn’t sure himself how well the Darkal would do without anti-stabbing supervision. But Arro also didn’t want to get up and make more himself.
He continued to shovel in the pancakes as he yelled instructions over to Rangavar in the kitchen. Actually, the Darkal seemed to be doing alright. Arro noticed him pause a few times to compare the sizes of the measuring spoons, though, and it occurred to him that he was doing that to tell which ones were halves, quarters, and thirds, since he couldn’t read the numbers. It was super adorable, actually. Arro didn’t tell him that; it didn’t seem appropriate to point out.
He was wary as Rangavar finally presented him with the pancakes. He was just finishing up the other stack. “How’d I do?” the Darkal asked, perhaps sounding a bit nervous. Vaugh. He was just so cute. Arro was glad he’d let him make pancakes.
Arro poked at them, suspicious that they’d be either undercooked or burnt, but surprisingly, they seemed fine. “Alright, I think. Thanks.” He tentatively took a bite. Then another. For a first try, they actually were good. He began to eat them more quickly. “I still can’t believe you don’t want to try one,” he said around a fluffy mouthful.
“I told you I might later.
Arro slowed as the pancakes finally started to fill up him up, the doughy density sitting heavily in the pit of his stomach. He was used to eating a lot, though, so he already knew he would finish them anyway.
“Do you want more?”
“Huh?”
“More pancakes?” Rangavar was watching from a stool in the kitchen. He’d sat down after cleaning up some batter he’d spilled during his attempt. He had his chin on one paw, his elbow leaning on the counter. “I could try to do it myself this time.”
Arro thought for a moment. He looked down at the nearly-empty plate. He looked back at Rangavar, studying him. His offer seemed genuine. “Uh… alright.” Arro almost immediately wanted to change his answer. He’d devoured a ton of pancakes already. His gut was stuffed with the stupid things. And Rangavar was watching him binge again, helpless in his own gluttony…
But…
Rangavar made all of that okay, somehow.
Unaware of the internal struggle—or at least seemingly—the Darkal set about making more pancakes. Arro watched from the couch, anticipating the next round of food about to come his way. He had an idea, going back and forth for a moment, before he tentatively called out, “Do you want to learn how to make toast?”
Rangavar paused and frowned at him. “Do you still want the pancakes?”
“Yeah.”
“What’s toast?”
“You like… stick some bread into that metal box thing on the counter. And it cooks it.”
“Oh, that thing?” Rangavar eyed the toaster. There was actually a lot of stuff in the kitchen he’d never asked about. Arro usually never mentioned it; he didn’t want to sound patronizing. If Rangavar didn’t know what toast was, though, then it had seemed pretty safe that he wouldn’t recognize the toaster.
“Yeah, and then you put butter on it or whatever.”
Rangavar glanced from the toaster back to him. “So you just… cook the bread a second time?”
Arro paused. That was a weird way of putting it, but he wasn’t wrong. “Sure.”
“Doesn’t sound hard.”
The fat Faerian waited expectantly as Rangavar soon brought over the rest of his meal, both the pancakes and the toast. He also set down a tub of butter. “I wasn’t sure how much of the fat-paste you wanted.”
“You really didn’t used to have butter?” said Arro, incredulous.
Rangavar grinned a bit. “We did, I just wanted to see the look on your face when I said that. You have such a low opinion of my food experience.”
Maybe Arro did have a low opinion. Maybe Rangavar was really only bad at sandwiches, and Arro had been quick to judge. He’d wished he’d asked Rangavar to make things for him sooner; he could have had the other dragon dropping a constant influx of food into his paws all along.
At that thought, he suddenly looked around at all the empty plates. The food was coming so easily when he didn’t have to do it himself, that he was really overdoing it. He felt his face heat up. He’d once again proven to Rangavar what a fat fuck he was.
“Is that going to be enough?”
“More than enough,” Arro assured him. He eyed the plethora of plates and pancake stacks. And now the toast that had been added to the mix. “This breakfast was actually, uh, way bigger than I expected.”
“Is it good?”
“Yeah,” Arro admitted. “Really good. Thanks.”
“Do you need me to make more?”
“No way.” Arro grimaced. He was genuinely full. He just didn’t have any self-control. He was pretty sure that if Rangavar put another plate of food down in front of him right now, he might even devour that, too. He’d gotten really, really bad ever since they’d started living together. Even at the beginning, he realized, in the hotel room, when Rangavar fed him on the bed. Maybe Rangavar’s endless acceptance was a bad influence. Arro could just eat forever, and Rangavar would still hold him and call him cute? It was hardly incentive to lose weight.
Rangavar wandered back over to the kitchen. Arro began cramming the food into his mouth now that the other dragon wasn’t looking. Even if Rangavar didn’t mind, the much fatter, out-of-control dragon still felt self-conscious.
The Darkal paused at the counter, looking at the developing mess. “Are you sure you don’t want any more, because I think I’m about to clean up.”
Well, when he put it that way… “Uh, maybe.” Fuck, what was wrong with him? His lips kept moving before the guilt really settled in. “If you’re still up for it, do you want to make more toast?” Vaugh dammit.
The smaller dragon obliged. Even though Rangavar had eaten half a loaf last night himself, Arro always stocked up on bread because it was so versatile. There was plenty over there. It wasn’t long before the Darkal came back over to the couch with more toast.
It was a lot of toast. Arro narrowed his eyes suspiciously at a sudden thought. “Is this revenge for stuffing you last night?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Arro shot him a glare. Rangavar put up his paws. “Alright, alright, mayyyybe a little,” he admitted, the corner of his mouth quirking up. “But I think I like making food. And seeing you enjoy yourself. And it’s really cool that there’s a way to do both right now.”
Arro groaned. “I won’t enjoy it so much when I’m overflowing my clothes at work later.”
Rangavar, standing in front of him, leaned over and rested a paw on his bloated paunch. “It’s not later yet, right?”
That was definitely a true statement, although Arro wasn’t sure it was the sort of true he needed to hear right now.
Rangavar picked up a piece of toast and teased it in front of Arro’s mouth. Their eyes met. “Come on, you do want it, right?” He was right. Arro willingly opened his mouth, and the Darkal slowly pushed it inside. It was really good. This was really good.
The let the Darkal give him another. And another. The amount of bread he was putting away made the amount Rangavar ate last night look pitiful, put into perspective. Arro’s stomach stretched easily from years of practice, consistently ready for more. He leaned back to give his belly more room, the layers of fat bulging slightly farther as the food packed it taut. He was getting uncomfortably full, but knew from experience that he could fit so much more. It was a bit embarrassing. But if Rangavar was okay with it, then Arro could be okay with it. At least for now; he knew he’d have second thoughts at work later. Those thoughts would have to wait.
The pancakes had been gone for a while. There was half a plate of toast left. “Do you want me to make more?” Rangavar offered.
Arro groaned. “Thanks, but no. Definitely not.” He painfully maneuvered himself until he was lying sprawled on the couch. Rangavar shoved more toast in his mouth. He chewed, feeling a bit like an eating machine. He could probably put away food all day when the other dragon made it this easy.
Rangavar started to massage his belly, finally giving him a bit of relief. He’d run out of toast to feed him. Fortunately, he listened and didn’t go make more. Arro reached down to massage his own belly. Vaugh, it felt so big. It had always been big, but since coming to Karraden, it was so much bigger now.
Keeping his paws on the big Faerian’s stomach, Rangavar moved himself to sitting on Arro’s leg. The Darkal was way more comfortable around him since the other night. Arro loved that. He growled happily as Rangavar sank his smaller paws into the squishy mass that sat on Arro’s middle, kneading it in places Arro couldn’t even reach anymore. He should have been embarrassed. Mortified, even. He was so fat that he needed help to rub his own belly.
The Darkal’s paws eventually slipped around Arro’s sides, rubbing his rolls in a circular motion to ease the tautness. “Thanks,” Arro sighed. The massage did help, despite whatever else was plaguing him emotionally.
“Feel better?”
“A little.” Arro was also still massaging his massive gut with his own paws, brushing Rangavar’s occasionally. After relieving some of the bloating, the heavy fullness weighing down also felt sort of good. It was strange. He just felt so at ease.
“Anything else I could do to help?”
“I can’t think of much.”
Rangavar moved his paws down his rounded sides to the widest part of his hips, his paws making their way under Arro’s potbelly. Arro inhaled sharply at the feeling of the Darkal’s small fingers finding areas he hadn’t been able to reach on his own for quite some time. “Nothing?” Rangavar asked again. He was kneeling over Arro’s chubby legs now, facing him, although barely able to see each other’s faces over the huge bulge of fat dominating his middle.
Arro shivered. He thought for a second. “Well, maybe we can come up with something.”
~He was right about work. Even though the research facility had sized his clothes up since the other day—which they seemed eternally fine with, for some reason, happy to take care of their employees—they were still a bit snug after the massive quantity of food he’d packed away this morning. At least Arro hadn’t had to worry about Jethe; he was in a new locker room now, at the back of the building, much like how Rangavar had described his own new placement.
Arro’s face was warm as he stared resolutely into his locker to ignore his new coworkers’ gazes. Nobody seemed to be blatantly watching him, but he was used to sly comments out the corners of mouths and sneaked glances, so he was sure some of those were going on despite the otherwise friendly atmosphere. His stuffed belly hung heavily over his stuffed pants. There was no way everyone just ‘didn’t notice’.
He wandered down the hall amidst the other dragons filing out of the locker room, all Faerians. Not a Gemian anywhere. Arro wasn’t sure how Rangavar hadn’t noticed before. Maybe it was hard for him to take stock of a crowd when he was almost always the shortest one there, unable to scan the tops of everyone’s head like Arro. Being short must be so inconvenient. No wonder Rangavar’s unhindered instincts were to climb on things.
Everyone else seemed to know where to go. As they dispersed, Arro realized he still had literally no idea. He pricked his ears as he noticed one of the other workers approaching him, hopefully to give him some instruction.
He eyed the other worker curiously. The Faerian coming his way was relatively young, and of pretty average height and build, but that was pretty much where ‘average’ ended. He had jet black scales, and a pattern of really light, bluish individual scales that sprinkled from his horns down the back of his neck and over his shoulders. Arro hadn’t seen a pattern like that before. It was sort of cool. His chest was the same bluish white, as well as his wings when he stretched them out behind him. He looked Arro up and down. “You’re Arro?”
Arro pressed his index fingers together. “Yeah.”
“First day, huh?”
“Yeah.” What the fuck else was he supposed to say.
The dragon extended a paw. “I’m Zark.”
Arro shook his paw. “I’m Arro.” He paused. Shit. “I guess you knew that, huh.”
Zark frowned and tilted his head. “Yeah.”
Well, his new first day was going great.
“I guess we’re partners today. Wanna get going?”
“Sure,” said Arro, still having no idea what they were about to do, but he didn’t dare open his mouth again. His first impression might be ruined, but maybe the rest of his day didn’t have to be.
They left through the back door of the building, Zark leading the way. It was nice outside. There were a few clouds, but the air wasn’t as humid as it could have been. Zark led him out away from the side of the building, but stopped before they got to the tree line. He turned back to Arro. “So what did they tell you to do?”
Arro stared blankly. “To show up, really.”
The other dragon lifted a brow. “No instructions?”
Arro shrugged. “Well, uh… no.”
Zark wrinkled his snout and looked back over towards the building. “Bunch of useless office workers who don’t know how to run anything, huh?”
“Heh. Yeah.”
“Well, all we really do is walk around out here and make sure there aren’t any lurkers. Apparently, the research facility has been having a problem with that lately.
“Oh, wow, that’s crazy.”
Zark lifted a brow. Arro wondered if that had maybe come out a bit too forcefully. If it had, Zark didn’t say anything.
As they walked, Arro started to notice a bit of a trail beaten into the grass, no doubt where guards had been making rounds. He’d actually noticed guards from the windows inside the building plenty of times before, standing watch around the perimeter, but they were usually stationary. Well, they used to be, at least. He supposed it made sense that they’d have more people moving around the back of the building, where he and Rangavar had poked around causing trouble. Oops.
When they were well out of view of anyone else, Zark paused. “Back here, no one bothers you. It’s nice.”
“Yeah.”
The black dragon cast a quick glance around. “Hey, do you mind if I go smoke?”
“Huh?”
Zark appeared a tiny box and waved it at him. “Do you smoke?”
“Oh, uh, no. Sorry.” He actually didn’t know there were dragons who still did. He eyed the box curiously.
“Some of the people I work with get like, all nervous about being caught or something, and I can’t when I’m with them. I was just wondering if you’re cool, though.”
“Yeah, I’m cool.” Arro really wanted Zark to think he was cool. He had a bit of making up to do from his introduction earlier.
“So hey, is it okay if you stand here while I go into the woods for a sec? I’ll be back really quickly. Just, you can stand here if someone’s coming. Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Arro felt a bit unsure. This seemed like something Zark did all the time, though, so he’d know what he was doing.
Zark brightened a little. “Great. Thanks bud.” He brushed by Arro into the woods, quickly disappearing from view. Arro could hear the crunch of leaves for a while. He wondered if the smoke from fire sticks smelled. If so, Zark probably had to get far away.
Arro felt really exposed all of the sudden, standing alone on the path behind the building. It reminded him of snooping around back here with Rangavar, and he felt like he was inherently doing something wrong. The fact that he was in a real guard uniform now didn’t make the sense of uncertainty go away.
“Arro.” A warm, female voice behind him.
He spun towards it heavily, pretty sure that he was about to get into trouble, even though Zark was technically the one who’d left him here. Instead, he was greeted by the sight of the small, female Darkal he remembered seeing several times before. Her footsteps had been soft as she’d padded towards him; he hadn’t heard a thing.
“Uh, hi.” He felt his face turn red. Was he about to get in trouble for Zark? Zark seemed like the sort of guy who got away with things. Arro was sure the trouble would fall on him somehow.
She tilted her head as she looked up at him. “I see you’re settling into your new position.”
Arro felt himself beginning to relax for some reason. “Oh, yeah. I guess.” He wondered how she knew that his position was new. He found himself wondering how she knew what his position had been at all.
She appeared to be thoughtfully studying him. Analyzing him. “What have you been up to since our last chat?”
Arro thought back on that. They’d chatted in the basement, he was pretty sure. “Just… been here, I guess.” He wasn’t really sure what kind of answer she was looking for. He wanted to give her the answer she was looking for. He so desperately wanted to. He was supposed to. He had to.
She frowned. “Have you spoken to your companion?”
“Oh, I don’t—” Arro paused. He suddenly remembered that he did have a companion now. He was delighted.
The Darkal was starting to look annoyed. “Did you tell your companion about our chat? Rangavar, I do believe?”
Arro tried to think back, his memories a bit vague. All of his thoughts right now a bit vague, really. He was having trouble focusing. “I, uh, yeah.” He remembered how tired he was the next morning after going home. Vaugh, he’d been so tired. “We talked.” They’d definitely said words. He just wasn’t sure what words.
The side of her mouth lifted to show one fang unpleasantly. “Did you mention me at all?” she asked more impatiently. “You know, as his fellow… Glitarian?”
Arro brightened. “Oh, Rangavar’s Glitarian too.”
She looked like she wanted to smack her forehead, but she resolutely kept her composure. “Please, just… let him know I said hi. From one Glitarian to another.”
“Yeah, I can do that,” Arro promised.
“Excellent.” She still had a slight look of annoyance about her. She looked around. “I’m sure your work partner will be back any moment. He thinks he’s really sneaky. I’m so glad you just so ‘happened’ to get partnered with him and end up alone out here. No one else has to know about our little encounter, right? Just Rangavar.”
Arro nodded. “Yeah. Just Rangavar,” he readily agreed.
Seemingly more satisfied, she turned away. She waved a paw dismissively in the air. “Now, as you were.”
When she had finally disappeared back inside through a back door of the building, the heady feeling in Arro’s brain began to dissipate. Even though he wasn’t harboring any negative feelings whatsoever, he had a small inkling in the back of his mind that something weird had just happened. He hadn’t seen her anywhere near the research facility since their talk in the basement. He didn’t even remember what it was about. Why would she want to talk to him again?
He was left alone with his thoughts another minute or two before he heard Zark beginning to make his way back. He smelled faintly of smoke when he emerged. It wasn’t a bad smell, but Arro could see why he’d needed to retreat so far. “Ready to keep going?”
“Yeah,” said Arro.
“Thanks for that, by the way.” One side of his mouth grinned a bit. “I know everything’s probably overwhelming right now, being your first day and all that. You seem like a cool guy, though.”
“Yeah.” He wasn’t sure he felt cool. He hoped he was a cool guy.
Zark clapped him on the shoulder as he guided himself past Arro’s bulk. Arro thought maybe he should say something more, but couldn’t think of anything. He absently wondered if Zark had seen the Darkal, or if he knew her, or at least knew anything about her. Arro felt like he should know more about her himself, since they’d spoken more than once, now. Even if he didn’t quite remember it.
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