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Black Beetle x You	By : Black-Beetle-Writer Category: DC Verse Cartoons > Young Justice Views: 2156 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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You woke up suddenly, feeling disorientated and confused. As you tried to get a grip on the situation, where you were and what the fuck was going on, you realized it was pitch black. Wait... that wasn't right. There was something covering your eyes. A blindfold? You tried to lift your hand to tear it off your face, but found that you couldn't move either of your arms. Both of them were pulled above your head and bound by the wrists. Fighting down the growing panic, you focused on figuring out where you were. You were lying on something soft, a bed? It was definitely a bed, though you were unsure if it was yours. The chill of cool air on your skin made you shiver. Oh what the fuck? You were naked? Shifting your legs slightly, you confirmed that you did indeed have no clothes on. You began to struggle, fearing the worst, terrible thoughts racing through your mind, when a heavy hand came to rest on your head, calming your worries immediately as you subconsciously recognized his touch.
"Relax, Meat," a deep voice murmured, and you fell still, enjoying the soothing feeling of his fingers threading through your hair. You took a moment to gather your thoughts. It had been almost a week since your emotional breakdown, as you had taken to calling it. After accepting the relationship for how it was and promising yourself to not worry too much about the future, you had slipped back into your comfortable interactions with Dauwr, despite the tightness in your heart at times. You crushed any seeds of doubt before they could grow, refusing to let them bother you or him again. You were grateful that he had tolerated it. In a way, that was a good sign that he liked you and wanted to keep you with him. Before you could let your thoughts run away with you again, you clamped down on your mental wandering and focused on the present, feeling more alert every second since you had woken up.
"Dawur? What's going on?" you asked, but more importantly you wanted to know, "How did you manage to tie me up like this without waking me up?" A dark chuckle was the only reply he gave. Even though you couldn't see, you could feel his eyes on you, his silence encouraging you to figure it out on your own. Your mind raced, trying to come up with an explanation for how you got here. Earlier that day, you remembered checking on the production of the Reach drink with him. You had tasted one after he had offered you a sample... then a feeling of dizziness, and a strong arm catching you before you fell. "Wait..." you muttered, putting it all together, "Did you drug me?" His deep laugh confirmed your suspicions. You were absolutely floored. He had seriously fucking drugged you? ...And then tied you naked to a bed. You couldn't help but join in with his laughter. "Okay," you admitted, "So it is pretty funny."
He hummed in agreement, his hot breath caressing your neck as he leaned down over you, his large form dwarfing you. One of his hands braced against the mattress next to you as he positioned himself directly above you body. You felt very aware of his male presence, with your eyes covered your other senses were heightened. "We're going to play a little game," you heard him purr, his statement followed by a wet tongue dragging from the hollow of your neck, under your chin, then up towards your ear. Your arms twitched uncontrollably with the desire to pull him closer, fighting against the restraints.
"What sort of game?" you asked, tilting your head to give him better access to your skin, breathing in sharply as his lick traveled over your more sensitive areas. He lingered on those spots, lavishing your skin with his mouth, making your toes curl.
You could not help the moan that escaped your lips when he whispered in your ear, his husky voice turning you on like crazy, "I want to see how long you can last before begging me to fuck you." All sorts of fun, naughty images ran through your mind at his words.
"What's my motivation to resist?" you wondered, realizing you were already breathless. Damn, he could set you off just with one lick and some dirty talk? The amount of influence and control he had over you was really amazing.
He lapped at your ear, his hot and wet tongue making you moan loudly. You felt a hand cup your breast, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh, the pleasure from his rough fingers contrasting perfectly with the erotic feel of his tongue. He took his time to answer you, focusing instead on making you squirm, pinching your nipple in between licks. You knew he could smell your arousal and you were already pretty wet. Finally, he said, "That's a surprise."
Your curiosity was peaked. A surprise, huh? Damn it, you really wanted to know what it was. "How long do I need to suffer before I win?" All you had to do was outlast him and you could get your prize. It was killing you to know what he had in mind.
Dawur's mouth traveled from your ear to your lips, capturing them in a surprisingly gentle kiss, the touch feather-light. He kept it tame, his tongue darting out once in a while to stroke your soft skin, but never deepening it. "I'm not telling you," he teased, his breath mingling with yours.
"So unfair," you whined, nipping his lower lip to emphasize your point. He growled at your bold action and pressed down, his hand on your breast firmly squeezing hard enough to cause a slight bit of pain as he dominated your mouth in a searing hot kiss. You moaned into his assault and writhed against him, arching up into his touch and rubbing against him with any part of your body that you could move. You could taste his building hunger. He wanted you and he would have you.
He pulled back, leaving you panting and burning for more. "Tough luck," he murmured, breathing almost as hard as you were, his low voice then taking on a more challenging tone, "If you really want to know, impress me." You nodded, showing him your acceptance. A tiny part of you felt uneasy about what you were getting into. You were unsure how much pleasurable teasing and stimulation you could take from him. That paled in comparison to how much you wanted to prove yourself to him, though.
Dawur's hand left your breast and you suppressed a shiver as the cool air hit your sensitive nipple. He was silent, and if it weren't for the weight on your bed and his undeniable presence, you would have thought you were alone. The seconds dragged by as you waited for him to begin. You were full of anticipation and longing. His touch was very addicting and warm, and you were always frustrated when he denied you it. You nearly jumped when a finger suddenly lightly caressed the soft skin on your stomach, trailing random patterns and circles, dipping down towards your cunt at times, but never actually making it there. He kept the touch feather-soft, and whenever you attempted to arch up into his finger to enjoy his attention more, he would remove his hand and wait for you to settle back down before resuming his teasing. He did not move to explore your breasts, instead keeping it tame. It soon became apparent what he was trying to do, so you stopped reacting and remained still on the bed.
He quickly realized you had figured out his intentions and stepped up his game, leaning down to lick your nipples, the wet heat of his tongue making you moan. You fought the urge to press your breasts up towards his mouth, gritting your teeth at every spike of pleasure from his slow laps. After a good few minutes of tasting your flesh, he began to pinch whichever nipple his tongue wasn't occupied with, while you squirmed uncontrollably from the intense sensations. You were panting now, your body on fire, your pussy even more wet for him. He squeezed your left breast hard with his entire hand while gently biting down on your right bud, his sharp teeth nearly driving you insane. You moaned loudly and struggled against your bindings. A dark chuckle snapped you back to awareness, and you used all your will power to calm yourself, hissing through your teeth as he continued to torment your breasts. You whimpered when one of your mounds of flesh was engulfed by his hot mouth. He sucked on it hard, the pressure magnificent on your overly sensitive skin. You gasped his name, arching up into his touch, whimpering from his assault.
Dawur wasted no time in taking advantage of your lapse in control. A pair of fingers found your clit, rolling the small bundle of nerves gently between them while his mouth continued to ravage your breasts. Your hips bucked and you stifled a scream from the sharp zaps of pleasure. He was absolutely merciless, playing with your clit with such skill, working it in time with his wicked tongue on your nipples. He was careful to not push you over the edge, only keeping you on the edge of climax. Your body thrashed from the onslaught of pleasure, your needy moans filling the air. You realized he was getting the best of you, but it was incredibly hard to focus. His ministrations were going to overwhelm you. Despite your strong desire to give in and beg for him, you wanted that fucking surprise. You focused your mind completely on that. You needed to win. Biting your lip, you actively tried to dull the surges of delicious pleasure from his mouth and fingers, clenching your jaw to stop your moaning. Dawur picked up on your resistance in a split second and pressed down on your clit, nearly making you orgasm right then and there. You swallowed a shriek and your body trembled hard. You were panting from the pleasure and effort you were putting into fighting it. He pulled back to consider you, his gaze heavy even though you were still blind. You could practically hear his mind working. After a moment, he shifted above you, his hands leaving your breasts and clit.
He lifted you up by your hips, positioning himself between your legs. You briefly wondered what he was up to when you felt the large head of his dick press gently to your slit. Assuming he was about to enter your tight pussy, you used your legs and body to shift the best you could to allow him easy access. He did not push inside you, though. Surprisingly, the head slipped upwards instead, the hard length following the slow stroke, pressing firmly against your clit, the sudden touch enough to make you gasp and moan as he repeated the action again and again, from the bottom of your entrance up towards the top. For what seemed like ages, Dawur's thick cock slid up and down between your folds, the head sometimes stroking your clit, making your body spasm with shocks of pleasure. This was torture. Pure, unbearable torture. You arched your hips the best you could to maximize the friction of your two sexes rubbing together, whimpering his name pathetically. His grip on your hips tightened to keep you from bucking too hard, letting him maintain the slow caresses without risk of actual penetration. Your cunt fucking ached for his dick, burned for it. You wanted it. Needed it. It was so close, he just had to slip into you and you would be filled by his massive penis again. Fuck. He clearly intended to drive you wild and it was working. "God fucking damn," you hissed, feeling his cock twitch between your wet folds.
He stopped completely at your words, his cock hot and rock hard against your slit. You whined, panting for the sheer amount of lust running through your body. His delicious deep voice filled your ears, taunting you, "Ready to give in?" You couldn't see it, but you knew that his face had a dark smirk plastered on it, complemented by his burning red eyes.
You bit your lip to keep from begging and admitting that yes, you really did want to give into him, to have him surge forward and sate your aching cunt. "Ha! No way," you bluffed, managing to gain enough control over your desperate desire to gasp your reply.
There was silence for a long moment, the only sound in the room your harsh panting and his deep breaths. A silent battle of wills was taking place. As much as you wanted to surrender, after coming this far and suffering so much of his torturous pleasure, you refused to submit. Finally he said, in a tone absolutely dripping with his lust, "I find myself torn, Meat." He paused, the rumble of his voice turning into a growl, "You look absolutely delectable right now. Are you sure you don't want to submit?"
Fuck yes. You were so close to besting him. You would definitely get your surprise. You took a few breaths to calm yourself enough to firmly reply, "I'm sure. I want to see the surprise." You hoped you sounded convincing enough.
The seconds seemed like minutes as you waited for his answer. Would he believe you, or would he force you to undergo more torment? Your heart fluttered in excitement and you grinned as he acknowledged your victory. "I'll allow you to win this one." With that, he surged into you, burying his dick in your warm folds. You both moaned in the satisfaction of finally being joined together again, especially after the great deal of teasing he put you through. He started off very slowly, allowing you to relish the feel of his hard cock pulling out of you and sliding back in again, the wetness just enough to let him thrust in easily, but still give enough friction to make the sex really good. And damn, was it good. He took his time to pick up the pace, pumping into you just a tiny bit faster every time. You lost track of time completely, the bliss of getting fucked by him becoming your whole world.
The bed creaked every time his hips drove forwards, his cock stroking the walls of your tight cunt, driving you into the mattress. You were acutely aware of how hard his dick was, how big it was, filling you up in such an amazing way... going so deep. It felt so good....so fucking good. He must be enjoying the view of you moaning loudly and writhing underneath him, begging for more. He would occasionally growl or purr as he buried himself to the hilt in your warmth. Your body burned from the intense pleasure, his thrusts setting every nerve on fire. The blindfold might have frustrated you before, but now it was a blessing. You could really lose yourself in the moment, your entire world becoming centered around the length of his cock inside your pussy, the way he would squeeze you with his hands just a little bit every time he pumped into you, his harsh breathing, the way his hips would roll at the end of every thrust, the slight movement causing another burst of pleasure in your core... Your arms strained against the bindings, desperately wanting to touch him, to feel his flexing muscles. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you tried to encourage him to move faster, to fuck you harder, but he was in total control, maintaining his steady pace despite your wordless pleading. You were far too busy nearly screaming from his relentless assault to voice your desire.
Dawur's hands shifted down and he cupped your ass, lifting you up even more to fuck you at a new angle. Oh god... it felt like he was going even deeper than before. He groaned low and picked up his pace, slamming into you forcefully, hard enough to cause streaks of pain to shoot through you. It only served to amplify the pleasure, though. Such delicious pain and pleasure and oh fuck it was driving you crazy. You cried out wordlessly, desperate for your release, thrashing involuntarily against him, all sense of rhythm lost. He answered your cry of need with something in his own language, that harsh clicking tongue that you loved so much. His pumping dick thrusting in and out and in and out of you was all you knew, all you could feel and then you were screaming and trembling violently as the pleasure reached a bursting point. The tight walls of your cunt clamped down on him, making him swear half in English and half in Reach. You were only half aware of his reaction, though, still riding out your intense orgasm. He never slowed down, in fact, only fucking you harder and faster during your climax. The insane pace and size of his huge cock stroking your quivering, sensitive walls managed to prolong your release, wave after wave of pleasure overtaking your body and mind. He joined you as you began to come down from your high and almost roared as he came, burying his cock in you deeply one last time, his seed filling you up and seeping out when there was no room left.
He fell heavily on the bed next to you, his dick pulling out of your abused cunt in one swift motion. You felt him reach towards your hands and heard the snap of the bindings coming undone. A strong arm pulled you against him, and you couldn't help the smile that spread across your face as he cuddled with you. You were tucked under his chin and he was so warm and you felt so good after the sex, you couldn't even bring yourself to lift your arm to take off the blindfold. A few moments passed as you both recovered, your breathing becoming more steady. Dawur's deep voice interrupted your dozing, "You've improved a great deal in many ways."
You blushed at the complement, and you knew if he had seen it he would have teased you about it. "Thank you," you said, deciding to return the praise, "I have a great teacher." He laughed, the sound of it genuine, a rare occurrence that you treasured. His hand stroked down your back and you nuzzled closer to him. As he reached your ass, cupping it, and thoughts of round two entered your mind, a loud siren blared without any warning. You jumped, tearing your blindfold off, fully alert and eyes wide, blinking a few times as you adjusted to the light again.
Dawur sat up beside you, frowning and looking a bit irritated from the interruption. His red eyes narrowed and a fierce grin slowly spread across his handsome face, "Sooner than I expected..."
You took one look at his expression and knew right away what it meant. "The heroes again?" you asked, unwrapping the remaining bits of cloth from your wrists. You had also expected them to show up sometime, following their bold attack on the Reach ship. It was the reason you and him had been stationed at the Lexcorp farm.
He met your gaze, the excitement of impending battle lighting up his features. "Yes," he confirmed, "Get dressed. I'll go ahead." He slid off the bed, walking towards your door. It was your room after all, you realized. Good, no one had heard you screaming earlier.
As he reached the door, a strange feeling clenched in your heart and you were compelled to call out to him, "Be careful." Dawur turned to give you a look, and you could not help but laugh at the disbelief in his expression. You shooed him out, saying, "I know, I know." He smirked at you one last time and left you alone.
As soon as the door closed, you climbed off the bed, wincing once as pain flickered through your body. You breathed deeply and focused, forcing it to the back of your mind. You were always pretty sore after sex. It was nothing new and you could deal with it. With a speed that would even impress the Flash, you dashed into the bathroom. Wetting a towel, you cleaned yourself up the best you could, wiping down between your legs and running it over your breasts to get all the dried saliva there. You grabbed another towel and dried yourself off quickly. After a quick hair brush, you ran to the cupboard and put on your clothes as fast as you could, well aware of the faint explosion somewhere above you. You wanted to get to Dawur's side. You wanted to fight with him, to stand with him. You slipped on your mask and pulled on the belt holding your swords before smashing the button on the wall that opened your door. Tearing out of your room down the hallways, you skidded to a halt in the now empty lab, briefly noting that the scientists had followed procedure and taken shelter.
You climbed the ladder, pausing at the top to look over and check out the situation. There were signs of battle and a hole in the wall, but no one was still in the facility. You vaulted over the edge of the hatch and quietly but quickly made your way to the gaping hole, peering outside. No one was there. You could hear sounds of blaster fire in the distance, somewhere in the cornfields. Heading in that direction, but careful to minimize the noise you made, you advanced into the field. After a few minutes, you noticed you were not hearing anymore sounds of fighting. Had Dawur already taken care of everything? You swore under your breath. Fuck. You had really wanted to team up with him and make him proud. Several events happened in the next couple of seconds that made your heart nearly stop. The tall cornstalks suddenly broke into a fairly large clearing and you stopped as your instincts overtook you, advising you to remain near cover in the unknown situation. You registered a prone form lying in the clearing. A column of smoke was rising from further out but you could not smell anything burning. No fire. There was only one person still here. It was not any of the heroes. You froze, your eyes wide, unbelieving. No. No fucking way. A slight tremble ran through your body and your heart felt heavy and burning and your throat clenched. Dawur was lying on the ground and he wasn't moving. Terror like nothing else filled you.
This wasn't happening. This wasn't happening. This cannot happen. Is he breathing? Is he... His chest rose up and down. He's breathing. You screamed in your mind, it's okay, it's okay, he's still alive. Go check him. Go. Don't just stand there. You forced yourself to take a step forward. It was one of the hardest things you had ever done. Why was it so hard? Why? Your eyes burned and you clenched your teeth and fists, focusing on the pain to break yourself out of this standstill. Okay. You can do this. You walked towards his body, making it only three steps, before you stopped and stared. His face was the same green as his chest. His bare face. His. unmasked. face. You took in everything, every detail, memorizing it. You knew you would be able to clearly recall this moment, how he really looks underneath his black armor for the rest of your life. His real face was seared into your mind. Without even realizing it, you had walked the rest of the distance to him, gazing down at his unconscious form with wide eyes. He was even more handsome than you had imagined. Strong eyebrows and chin and the same facial structure as the other Reach. He was perfect.
You dropped to your knees beside him, still staring at his face. It felt unreal to you, almost. It was odd. But you were so entranced by him, by this moment. He was definitely breathing. You no longer felt panic or fear, just fascination. With a trembling hand, you slowly reached out to touch his face. You wanted to feel his skin. The second your fingers brushed his cheek, his eyes snapped open. They were the same color as the Ambassador's. Orange surrounded by yellow. Absolutely beautiful. His hand shot up, gripping your neck tightly, and you gasped in shock and the sudden lack of air, a brief streak of terror making you freeze. His fierce gaze flitted towards you as he heard you, and his eyes widened as he recognized you. His strong hand released you and dropped down as you recovered your breathing. Several emotions you could not identify ran across his face and eyes, too fast for you to remember for later, let alone analyze in the moment. The black beetle armor regenerated within seconds, covering his bare chest and face, the orange of his eyes becoming red again. He must have grabbed your neck instinctively as he woke up. He had really been knocked out and.... helpless. Your view of him as this invincible warrior was shaken a bit. He could be... he could be killed. You could lose him. Before you could have another panic attack, you shoved that fact to the back of your mind, burying it as deep as you could. Later. You'd think about it later. You two stared at each other for another moment, the silence making you very uncomfortable, and you wondered what was going through his mind. "What..." you began, "What happened?"
He sat up, glancing away from you for a few seconds up towards the sky, his face pensive. When he looked back at you, his usual dark smirk was in place. "Everything went as planned," he said.
"What do you mean?" you asked, completely baffled. How had him being knocked unconscious been part of a plan? Shouldn't he have taken down the heroes?
His next statement shocked you. "Blue Beetle will be soon be put on mode." Your eyes widened in surprise. That was huge. You knew how pissed off the Ambassador had been about losing Earth's Beetle. But how? He noticed your curious look and explained, "My brother, the Beetle warrior from Mars, will infiltrate the Meat's team and gain their trust. When the time is right, he will play his hand."
Another Beetle? That makes three of them on Earth. So they had put on a show for the teenage heroes and made them believe that the Beetle from Mars was on their side. It was actually pretty clever. With the Reach and the Light making good progression on their goals, the heroes would be vulnerable to a trick like that, their desperation for any advantage becoming their weakness. Still, you did have one issue. "I wish it hadn't involved you getting beat up in the process though."
He scoffed at you, "I'm fine." You could tell he wasn't really angry at your words. Maybe he was a little annoyed that he had to lose the fight? You weren't sure. It could possibly be embarrassment, but you couldn't assume anything.
"You were unconscious," you pointed out. Seeing him lying on the ground like that had been terrifying. You never wanted to see that again.
He gave you a flat look, replying in a gruff tone of voice," It was necessary to validate my brother's story and trick the Meat into trusting him." He had a good point.
You looked down, unsure if you should say what was on your mind. "Still..." you began, making the decision to gamble on your concern not pissing him off, and met his gaze again, "I don't want you to get hurt." When his expression didn't change and you detected no signs of animosity, you chose to push him further, wanting to test how far he'd accept a non-sexual advance. Carefully you climbed into his lap, noting his flat look turning into bafflement as you slipped your arms around his neck and nuzzled into his shoulder. He stiffened but did not push you away. That was good.
"What are you doing?" he asked, and although you were not meeting his eyes anymore, you knew if you looked up you would see the confusion in them.
"Mmm..." you paused, figuring out how to word your reply so that he would not feel like you were pitying him or anything, because you weren't. You had realized a long time ago that ever showing him a hint of pity would be a death sentence. You also did not want to say that you were testing his reaction, since that would also piss him off. You settled on a way to phrase it, and said, "Freely offering compassion."
He snorted, "Ridiculous. You Meat can be so illogical." Other than that, he did not react. This was going far better than you had hoped for. You had a feeling you could not push him further, though. He would most likely reject it and push you away. You dreaded that and there was no way you would do something stupid to allow that to happen.
"Maybe," you agreed, knowing it would please him, "but at least we keep things interesting with how unpredictable we are." You smiled into his shoulder as you heard him chuckle and felt his body relax.
"To say the least," he grumbled, surprising you when he returned your embrace, wrapping his arms around you. Your heart was racing a million miles a minute, bursting in happiness. Your gamble had been daring, but it had paid off immeasurably. He accepted your hug. No sex, nothing sexual at all, just a real affectionate gesture and he didn't push you off, he was fine with it and he returned it. You fought off tears of joy, your smile even more radiant than the sun.
It would be best to not push him further and go back to comfortable grounds. This was a huge victory for you and you would not soil it or let it be ruined. "You still owe me that surprise, you know," you reminded him.
He laughed, "You already received it." What? You pulled back and stared at him in confusion. His eyes and smirk taunted you to figure it out by yourself. Racking your brain for what he could mean, it dawned on you.
"You were going to show me your real face?" His single nod and widening smirk confirmed your query. "I would have preferred you actually conscious for that, if that's not too much for you to handle," you grinned teasingly at him at the end.
Shock fluttered across his face and he blinked at your boldness. You were feeling really good and playful, riding high, like nothing could go wrong. He chuckled, his head tilting slightly as he looked down at you, "I see your cheek is returning."
You mock gasped, "Oh no! Whatever shall we do?" You shrieked when he surged forward and pinned you down, pushing you into the dirt.
He leaned down close to you, his face an inch away from yours, his eyes burning with fire you knew you had set alight in him. "Perhaps another punishment is in order," he purred, then captured your lips in a promising kiss.
Hours later, you rested comfortably on your bed, clean and warm and happy. You weren't sure if you wanted to have sex on top of dirt again. It had gotten fucking everywhere and you had to take a long shower to get it all off. You laughed to yourself. It was a minor complaint. Today had been really good. You sighed, feeling content, turning over on your side, ready to drift off into sleep. Unfortunately, your phone rang on the bedside table. After briefly considering whether to ignore it or not, you decided it would be a better idea to answer it. The caller could be your boss, after all.
You reached over and flicked it open, frowning as you saw that the caller was unknown. So it wasn't Sportsmaster. You pressed the answer button and brought the phone to your ear. "Hello."
An unfamiliar voice replied, "You are being given a new assignment." You sat up in shock, feeling wide awake, all happiness drained from your body in an instant.
"You're not Sportsmaster. Who is this?" you asked. What the hell was going on? Were you being played, or was something more serious happening here? No one outside the Light should have access to your number. So it had to be one of them.
"Death Stroke," the voice said. Your blood ran cold and fear shot through you. No fucking way. You knew this guy's reputation. He was not one to be fucked with. "You'll be reporting to me now. I am the Light's new enforcer. Sportsmaster is dead."
Your mind blanked. Your boss was dead? How... how could that happened? What... You needed to get a grip. You refocused, fighting to remain calm. "I... I understand."
"Good," Death Stroke's voice echoed over the phone. "A Manta Flyer will be there in ten minutes to pick you up. Details will be given to you on the way. Be ready."
"Yes sir," you replied blankly. The phone clicked as he ended the call. You sat still for a moment, staring blankly at the wall ahead of you in disbelief. Your grip tightened on the phone and you glared down at it, directing all your frustration and hate of the situation at it, pretending it was Death Stroke.
"Fuck," you swore, as your eyes burned from un-shed tears. Just when things had been going really well for you, after that amazing moment with Dawur. And now you were being torn away from him? You rubbed your eyes, wiping away the moisture. Your chest felt like a heavy weight was on it, your throat dry. You wanted to scream and break everything around you. Slamming your fist into the bed, you closed your eyes and snarled. It was completely unfair. So fucking unfair. Sportsmaster dead. Being called away from Dawur. You got up and furiously packed your belongings, swearing constantly, your mind racing.
You didn't know where Dawur was right now and you didn't have time to look for him. Fuck. You grabbed a piece of paper and wrote a message on it, 'New assignment. Sorry.' There. That was short and cryptic enough that no one beside you two would know what it meant. You left it under your pillow after making up your bed. Only a small edge of it was visible, so that most people would miss it, but Dawur's scarab would pick up on it immediately. Guilt and sadness drowned out your anger and rage. You hated leaving like this, without talking to him, but you had no choice. You left your room, quickly making your way through the underground halls, hoping to see the familiar black figure one last time before you left. You did not get lucky, and a few minutes later, you were looking down at Lexcorp farms from the window of a departing Manta Flyer, a few tears silently dripping down your face.
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