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Rover doesn't know how to feel while they walk down the corridor towards Scar's cell. He'd asked Jinhsi for them, saying the only way he'd talk was if it was alone with Rover. He'd stubbornly refused to even utter a single sound before the Magistrate had caved and asked Rover for help, as Scar's information on Fractsidus were something she'd hate to miss out on.
However, Jinhsi had been more than hesitant to let them meet Scar alone, insisting they at least take Sanhua with them, which Rover had politely declined saying that if Scar's condition's weren't met to a T, he'd stay silent and would probably even take back his offer fully, feeling disrespected. So, reluctantly, Jinhsi had merely given them a key to his cell and the demand to call her the second something felt off.
Which is the situation they're now in, debating on how to approach their jailed enemy. Rover doubts he's a danger to them in this state, less so because of the magical cuffs and barriers that are supposed to keep his abilities in check, but more so because Rover knows Scar is weak to them.
Not in a physical way, fuck no, but very much in the he-had-hearts-in-his-eyes-when-Rover-defeated-him-in-his-own-Elysium way. It was in the way he looked genuinely distressed when he had to end their "date", in the jealous frown when Rover showed worry when he'd captured Yangyang, and in his hopeful, soft smile that quickly changed into a fake grin of superiority once Rover stands in front of his cell now.
"Took you long enough, my dear, I almost thought your distaste for me was bigger than your need for information. I'm glad I was wrong." Scar jokes, unaware that Rover already clocked his attraction to them and therefore knowing he means his taunt more seriously than he lets on. It's nice for them to know at least something for once, even if that is their enemy's feelings for them instead of an arguably more important fact like their origin, it's still something they can make use of.
Rover outwardly ignores Scar's whining for now, instead unlocking the door to his cell which makes his eyes go wide and round as he watches them walk inside and sit down in front of him so they're on eye level. "What are your conditions to tell me what you know?", Rover asks, holding eye contact with those heterochromic eyes until Scar flushes but he doesn't look away, eyes instead only eagerly widening as if to ingrain Rover's face into his mind. As if he hasn't done that already.
"Hm, whatever could I want of you, Rover? How about my freedom? A good fight? You joining us?" He giggles manically, leaning as close as the cuffs on his hands allow that are connected to the wall behind him. Rover's eyes stay halfway closed, unamused, but then they cock their head and smile slightly to look more appealing, as if they needed to in Scar's eyes. "How about pleasure?", they proposition, tone so nonchalant it contradicts with the words in a way that makes Scar do a double take.
"Pleasure? My dear Rover, I'm not sure you understand what you're offering here." He grins as he talks, but doesn't succeed in masking the nervous quiver of his voice or the way his arms twitch, hands undoubtedly shaking behind his back. "I may have lost my memory, but I'm not oblivious. I offer you my hand for intel, one finger for each important information you give me. You have to be honest, of course."
Rover tries to look almost bored, as if they don't care if Scar accepts or not, but can't stop themselves from peeking through lowered eyelids, following each of his reactions to their words. The way he subconsciously licks his lips, the staring at them to evaluate the seriousness of their offer, the minuscule shifting of his hips as if already aroused. However, Rover can't see a bulge yet, so words alone don't seem to be enough. No matter, they're certain they'll get to use a hands-on approach soon.
Scar cocks an eyebrow at them, after regaining control of his face again and seemingly having confirmed that Rover means it. "You're seriously gonna sell your body to me for information on Fractsidus? Seems like I underestimated your loyalty to this damned city and it's.. annoying inhabitants." Rover doesn't correct him, or explain that they wouldn't have offered if Scar wasn't a very attractive and intriguing individual, and instead opts to play with the cell keys.
"Is that a no?", they ask, acting as if they don't already know his answer, as if leaving him high and dry is an option. Scar's gaze flicks from the jingling keys back to Rover's face, their lips, their chest, and then to their other gloved hand, resting in their lap. "I didn't say that.", he starts, which is basically an admission of how much he wants it, paired with his reactions so far, "I'm merely surprised you think of yourself so highly, little lamb. You can't remember anything, which makes you a virgin, technically. I bet you suck in bed."
Scar chuckles to himself, and for some reason, Rover can't wait to ruin that smug look and see his face contort in a silent moan. Maybe Scar isn't the only desperate one in the room. "What makes you think I didn't gain experience in the time since I woke up? Fighting gets me worked up, you know, and Jinzhou is so conveniently packed with attractive people.."
Rover knows that's the final nail to his coffin, that Scar is jealous and possessive and definitely not rational. An interesting mix of characteristics, which normally would be terrifying, but in this situation, are easy to exploit. And indeed, Scar reacts beautifully, a deep frown on his face, his arms flexing as he stares Rover down. "It's that girl I trapped, isn't it? Yangyang? Should've killed her when I had the chance." That makes Rover's brows furrow in turn, mood souring. "Scar.", they speak sharply, it's a warning to behave, but they don't expect much obedience.
However, Scar surprises them. Instead of the crazed laugh they've heard before, a nasty retort or a defensive 'argument' that destruction and murder is just what he does, what he likes, Scar stays eerily quiet. His pupils widen at Rover's tone, he leans closer, and for some reason he doesn't meet their eyes anymore. Even more uncharacteristic is his voice, now almost timid, as he responds: "..Right, she's your friend. No killing your dear friends. Sorry."
Rover is left so flabbergasted, they even smile and reward Scar with the truth for his sudden docile behaviour. "And she's only a friend. I haven't slept with her and I don't plan to." Like the sun, or more fittingly, blazing fire, Scar's expression brightens up. He seemingly doesn't care anymore about if Rover is experienced or not, maybe never actually did, just happy he has no 'competition', as if they'd ever be a thing. They're too different for that, though Scar disagrees, with his whole "black lamb" analogy, stand on two opposite sides and are fated to fight against each other if Rover doesn't join the Fractsidus, an action that's very low on their list of priorities.
The closest they can do is hook up, which is basically what they propositioned. Even if the main goal of this isn't pleasure, at least not theirs, merely intel.
"So, about your offer.. I have some conditions myself.", Scar starts, now visibly relaxed and not hiding his eagerness. His head is cocked to the side, the sight is almost cute, and he studies Rover curiously, testing the waters on how far he can go with this. It's his only chance of intimacy with his "dear Rover", he must be trying to make it count without risking the other to get offended and leave.
"Firstly, I want foreplay. A few minutes at least to get me in the mood.", he demands, acting as if he wasn't already at least partially in the mood, which Rover is at least 70% sure of. "Reasonable, I don't want to hurt you, so I have to get you wet. Unfortunately I don't have lube, I don't even know where you can get some around here." "I'll bring some next time!", Scar is eager to add, as if it's a fact they'll do this again, and that he's free enough to go buy some. Maybe he's overconfident, maybe he's desperate. Most likely, he's both.
Rover doesn't comment on his statement, making Scar grudgingly keep talking. "Secondly, I want you to kiss me.", he says, this one sounding more like a question or a plea, than a demand, because both of them know this isn't necessary, and arguably too intimate, in their situation. Rover voices that too, followed by a: "I'll do it though, but that'll cost you at least the location of one of your headquarters."
Scar laughs at that, in disbelief or offence, either way it doesn't matter to Rover, who just sits there patiently. They know that's a big ask, so for this one, they have no idea if Scar will accept or decline, how far his desire for Rover goes. "Fuck, Rover, you're really gonna milk me dry? Thinking I'd sell out Fractsidus just for a quick relief?" He earns a smirk in return, and a body confidently leaning closer to whisper in his ear.
"Then what's your answer, Scar? Yes or no?", Rover asks, tone not inherently sensual, sexual or any other kind of enticing, and yet they can gleefully observe the baby hairs on Scar's neck standing up when hit with their warm breath. Rover wants to pull them and expose that pesky, hidden Tacet Mark on Scar's throat when he arches his neck in pain. They've learned early on that Tacet Marks are incredibly sensitive, which is why they're happy theirs is on the back of their hand, but Scar's being on his throat makes it a very.. dangerous spot, for anyone to abuse.
For Rover to abuse, and they can feel a slight heat blossoming in their guts at the thought. Scar would look so good under them, the feared, murderous manic gasping and writhing around, overcome with pleasure and overstimulated, yet desperate for more..
Said maniac leans the side of his head against Rover's, seemingly unconsciously, and his body becomes boneless, his weight only being held by Rover's body or else he'd topple over as far as the cuffs would let him. "You're so delightfully cruel..", he chuckles, but his tone has a slight edge to it, a whiny note that goes straight to Rover's groin. "Fine, fine. But since that's something huge, I expect unlimited kisses, until this is over. Deal?"
Rover accepts wordlessly by throwing the keys a safe distance away where they can reach them but Scar can't, and wrapping the now empty hand around his delightfully small waist. His body suit with easy crotch access is so.. convenient, they had wondered since the first meeting if there was any deeper meaning behind it.
As soon as Scar feels the grip on his waist, he turns his face slightly and eagerly presses his lips to Rover's, almost forceful with the way his movements are needy for more, how he almost immediately parts his lips so Rover can deepen the kiss with their tongue. Rover disappoints him by pulling away, his head following the movement until the chains halt his movement and he full on whines.
A delectable sound which Rover wants to swallow, but that'll have to wait. They have to keep a focused mind or this will be for naught. "Intel first, Scar. And keep your voice straight, I'll show this recording to others.", they remind him sternly, activating the recording function on their wristband. Scar looks visibly disappointed, having given up on hiding his neediness, but his voice comes out almost normal when he recites coordinates in what Rover recognises to be the desert part of the planet.
The second Rover stops the recording, Scar's lips are on theirs again, and this time, they don't hold back on indulging him, and admittedly also themselves. One hand in his hair and pulling, Rover earns him moaning into their mouth and the zapping of his cuffs as he tries to lean closer and the magic prevents the movement. To stop the struggling, Rover inches forward, one knee between his legs and arms wrapped around his neck, their chests pressing against each other.
In between his whiny moans, Scar manages to get out a: "Enough foreplay, I want—", which gets interrupted by a groan of relief when Rover's hands pull his collar down, just enough to fully expose his now pulsing and glowing tacet mark. "Why's it glowing?", they ask, perhaps an innocent and almost naïve inquiry with the way Scar laughs at them. "What, never looked at your hand when you pleased yourself? It shows arousal, dear lamb, it's even moving synchronised to my pulse, look how fast it's going, all for you~"
Another insanely convenient fact about tacet marks Rover had not been aware of, but which is almost inviting them to make use of. That way, when Scar's feeling too good to verbally respond, they'll still be able to confirm how close he is. They lightly caress the mark and place a kiss on top of it, which makes Scar's head fall back with so much force it must've been painful, before moving their hands downwards where Scar wants them.
The zipper is easily undone, sticky fluid dripping down on the ground the second Scar's sex is exposed to the cool air of the cell, a puffy cunt greeting Rover and all they can dumbly think at the sight of it —an angry red, begging to be filled— is that this explains the lack of a bulge, when they'd been so sure Scar was already wet before the first kiss.
"Surprise~", said man sings, spreading his legs shamelessly, pressing his cunt against Rover's fingers, still uselessly hovering in the air at the unexpected, though not at all unpleasant, discovery. Motivated by their enemy's needy movements, they let their fingers trace the outside of his pussy, carefully avoiding accidentally slipping them in or touching the visibly poking out clit, but it seems the rough texture of their gloved fingers is already enough for him to let out little pants.
"You won't get anything more than this if you don't talk, Scar.", they remind him sweetly, which makes his groans take on a note of annoyance. "Way to ruin the mood, Rover. But fine. Our main goal, aside from you joining us, is starting a true Lament." "What's that?", they want to ask, but Scar's smug grin reminds them that's a second question, so they merely nod in acknowledgment of his answer and finally slide their middle finger inside him.
The glide is easy and Scar almost sucks them in, the heat surrounding their digit so vibrant, the cloth of their glove does nothing to take away from it. Smooth inner walls barely resist as Rover feels around, tentatively at first but getting bolder in their movements when more slick gushes out of Scar and he has to lean his head against Rover's shoulders to keep his posture straight.
He whines into their ear that one finger isn't nearly enough, and it's not even reaching that deeply, that he needs more. Of course, they're both aware Rover won't be lenient unless he sings for them, and so he merely grumbles in dissatisfaction for a while longer with only one finger inside him, until he caves and spits out an explanation of what the Lament is.
Rover rewards him with not only adding their index finger to scissor him, coaxing him further open for more fingers they're certain he will ask for later on, but also lightly biting his earlobe as they whisper into Scar's ear how well he's holding up, how good he is for them by exposing his organisation, by taking their fingers so well.
Scar's outer lips are fat and heavy, his cunt swallows their fingers as if it's made to be filled, and his whorish moans only underline his desperation once Rover's two fingers are as deep as possible, pressing against his walls, feeling around for the certain spot that makes him seize and tighten around them, keeping Rover's fingers trapped in their spot, forced to give Scar nothing but brain-melting pleasure.
At the thought, Rover notices their own tacet mark on the unoccupied hand start glowing faintly, luckily unnoticed by Scar thanks to it's position being in his hair and his eyes tightly closed in bliss. Too focused on pleasuring the other, Rover hadn't noticed their own arousal at the sight front of them, the sounds of squelching movements and breathless whines ringing in their ears, the feeling of tight walls squeezing their fingers rhythmically.
Suddenly, their fingers don't feel like enough, Scar can and should take more, a sentiment the other seems to share because he chants and pleads for a third digit stretching him out, to abuse his hole and make him finally finish. "More information, Scar.", Rover reminds him, impressed by themselves for remembering and not mindlessly fucking into that darling cunt just because he asked so nicely. Because they want him to cum for them.
"Oh f—fuck you, Rover. Didn't think you'd be this disciplined.", Scar licks his swollen lower lip, a sight so inviting Rover can't help but kiss it again before he can continue, "But it's really fucking hot. If only we'd have your disciplined self at Frac—" He can't continue, for two gloved fingers that just left him, instead pinch his clit and make him topple over with a drawn out, pained moan.
However, the sound is accompanied by a rush of fluid gushing out of Scar's pussy, exposing him as the masochist Rover suspected him to be, and they soothingly rub over the bud after as if in apology, as if they weren't aware how the action only makes Scar tremble more. His face is pressed into Rover's clavicle, and he doesn't manage or doesn't want to sit up and change it's position, so all they can do is steady him.
At last, the action proves successful, however, for Scar whines into their ear the third information he owes them for more stimulation, and based on his shaking limbs and glowing tacet mark, the last bit of intel Rover will get out of him, at least this time.
Their ring finger probes hesitantly against his entrance, because as willing and desperate as he is, it still takes a bit for Scar's cunt to get used to a bigger stretch, to another intrusion that promises pleasure. Eventually, after a few massaging movements on the outside of his pussy, some lazily drawn circles around his clit, and a lot of literal breath-taking kisses, Scar finally opens up enough for them to dive in with all three fingers.
Rover wraps their other arm around his waist, forcing the man's hips forward with a hand on his lower back, so he has no room to move away from the constant stimulation, as if he wanted to. Three fingers exploring the most sensitive part of his body, the rough texture of their gloves scraping against his walls in a way a masochist like him must find enjoyable.
They'd found that one spot ages ago, when they'd just gotten a feel for Scar's insides and memorised where to press and what the reaction was. However, waiting to wholly fill him and then start getting serious proves fruitful, when Rover uses their newly acquired knowledge to turn their enemy into a pitiful puddle of whimpers, nails pushing against a little bump and the fabric of their gloves thin enough for Scar to feel the scrape.
He can do nothing but sit there and take it, but he loves it, head propped up on Rover's shoulder, eyelids so heavy from pleasure he can't keep his eyes open, saliva building and his mouth opened in constant moans and whines making him drool onto the fabric of their shirt. His tacet mark glows brightly and pulses, exposing his frantic heartbeat and arousal if anyone was looking, but Rover doesn't need the visual signal to know.
Minutes go by like this, with Scar's sweet pants filling their ears, and Rover in turn whispering sweet nothings, teases and compliments into his. "Are you close?", they ask at one point, as if it wasn't obvious, their tone also exposing it as a rhetorical question, and Scar merely huffs as an answer. True, there's no verbal answer needed, but this isn't enough. They want to hear his voice, want it to break as he sniffles, feeling too good to think coherently. Rover wants proof they fucked him senseless, and with merely their fingers.
"Use your words, my dear.", they prompt, allowing themselves to use a pet name —Scar's pet name for them— just this once, figuring he won't question it in his state. And it does work, of course it does, they know him well enough to push his buttons easily, showing through a broken groan and a stutter of his hips. "Ob—obviously I am. Come on, little lamb, just a bit more, just one pinch—"
What's probably supposed to come out as a demand, instead reaches their ear as a pitiful plea, Scar's voice hoarse and whiny and it gets them so aroused they barely manage keep themselves together and not join in on the fun, to give in completely and let Scar please them in return, to put that sharp tongue and inviting mouth to good use.
Instead, they do something so evil, they feel like a true villain during the act. Or, perhaps even worse, because they're positive not even Scar would be so cruel to ruin their orgasm. Though, that's mostly because he's so eager to please them, to do anything to convert them to his side, and making them cum would be a task he'd take on eagerly and with pleasure.
Rover has no such qualms and limitations, when they calmly remove their fingers from his cunt, give his clit one last affectionate stroke, and then close up his crotch zipper. Scar only realises what's happening after a few moments have passed, when the cold air no longer stimulates him, and instead the wet fabric and metal of his bodysuit just barely graze his cunt, not nearly providing enough friction no matter how much he might grind against it or the ground.
"Ro—", he coughs, voice too broken to shout out in shock like planned, "Rover, what the fuck?! What are you doing? Make me cum right now!" This, too, doesn't sound like an order, and the tears of frustration welling up in his eyes only underline his miserable attempt at acting in control, at acting like he has any power at all. Rover kisses his cheeks, right under his eyes, and Scar grumbles but doesn't pull away from the affection, perhaps a bit too intimate for two enemies now that Rover visibly ended their arrangement.
They're being so mean, intentionally torturing him so he'll be even more desperate the next time, when they come to him for "intel" and definitely not just for a hookup, intentionally leaving out anything about making him finish in the initial agreement since Scar foolishly assumed that was a given. He'd underestimated them, thought them too nice to leave him hanging, and he's paying the price now.
Rover gets up after running their dry hand through Scar's already horribly deformed hair, some parts out of sheer want to do it, it feels oddly possessive, but mostly to keep their pulsing tacet mark out of Scar's sight, lest he notice and ask for a "fair trade", one orgasm for another. They're not sure they could turn the offer down easily.
After tidying themselves up, wiping Scar's drool and other fluids off of them, and patting his cheeks almost condescendingly, Rover reaches for the cell keys they'd wisely thrown out of the man's reach before the whole.. ordeal, and leave his cell. In the door, they turn around to him, slumped and unsatisfied, and can't help but feel pity. "If there's a next time, I'll let you cum.", they promise, intentionally letting out the when's and how many times, to keep their enemy hooked.
Scar nods lightly in acknowledgment, too exhausted and droopy for a stronger reaction, and mumbles some curse words to describe Rover, with a longing tone that doesn't fit but that always appears when it's about them, no matter the occasion or context.
Rover blows him a kiss for good measure, one that they actually mean but hope he doesn't catch up on, and the door falls shut behind them.
On one hand, their tacet mark is pulsing, and on the other, they still feel the phantom heat and wetness of Scar's cunt. It's clear to them, and they do anticipate it, that their first stop before meeting up to share the new information with Jinhsi, is their own room and more specifically, their bed.