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Froggy was leaving Grox's civilization.
That was one of the first things Lord Grox heard when he woke up. What? Froggy was supposed to stay with him, not venture off into other civilizations. Who did he think he was? Someone with rights? Pffffft...
And not to just any civilization, it was Cookie God's civilization. Why in the world would Froggy want to see the state the cookie world was in? Marred by war and weather.
...Cookies got mushy in the rain.
Apparently, Froggy was already long gone by the time Grox caught wind of his favorite villager abandoning him. Angered by the sudden departure, Grox killed hundreds of villagers. Even beheaded one of his security guards in front of his family. Idiot never deserved to live anyway.
"Aight, I'm going to find Froggy," Grox announced to his remaining security, loading a small bag and placing it in his inventory. "I'll only be gone for a few days, and hopefully with a disobedient frog in tow."
"What?! You--" Grox shot a deadly glare at the guard, daring him to say something more. "...Of course, Lord Grox."
So, he was off to drag his villager back to where he belonged--back under his finger. Grox still couldn't believe no one had stopped him, said anything to him while he was on his way out. Surely it couldn't be that easy to just leave, was it? He knew Froggy was doing challenges, and thats why he avoided leaving the civilization.
...If Froggy's challenge was to escape him, then he'd have succeeded, Grox hated to admit. But he hadn't heard of any trial or anything like that when Froggy came straight back into his arms. No, not at all. In fact, Grox was surprised to see him back.
Technically, it was horribly against the rules for a leader to travel to another civilization without permission from the other leader. Cookie was a chill guy, so surely he wouldn't be that sore if he entered without asking. He even helped the man fight against their suppressors one time, knocking the Chefs on their asses for months.
Grox entered through the big gate, falling through nothing for a second before landing on soft dough. The baked surface beneath his feet squished every time he took a step, the ground feeling weirdly stable and unstable at the same time. Grox smushed through the chocolate chips all the way to the main city, cursing and dearly wishing he had creative mode.
The cookies had peace for a while now, all thanks to Evbo and Grox, the two Gods, Grox called them. Evbo still scrunched up his face whenever he heard Grox proudly exclaim the title.
Froggy, where the hell are you?
He had to speak with Cookie, because there was no way he'd be able to find the idiot by himself. That meant explaining that his entire reason for being here was just for some guy. Well, he could pretend Froggy was someone very close to him.
He arrived at Cookie's domain with no warning, barging in through the doors to his planning room. Cookie was standing over his desk, focused on whatever cookie Gods worked on, when Grox came up to the table.
The poor bloke nearly lost the chocolate chips on his face from how hard he jumped, clearly used to attempted assassinations. Cookie rocketed back, ready to defend his life when he saw just who had stormed into his office.
"GroxMc," he greeted him with a wave. "You're in a hurry, quickly, what's going on?"
"Someone who is very important to me has gone missing, and they think he's gone to your civilization."
"Since when did you care about people?" Cookie gaped at him. "This person must be one of a kind."
"He really is, now get up and make your little cookie children help me," Grox demanded. "And if you do, I'll make sure your civilization doesn't end up as a cannon event."
"Of course I'll help you find your boyfriend," Cookie said, offering him his winning smile. "Anything for my ally, plus I've got nothing better to do except boring city expansions."
"Aight bet!"
Cookie was quite the refreshing experience, agreeable, calm, and had a nice, sexy voice Grox could listen to for days. Nothing like the assholes who constantly went against his word, pretty much begging for death.
The two leaders ventured out into the streets of Cookie City, raving about Grox's missing "boyfriend". Once he really started explaining the frog's appearance did Cookie start to look at him weirdly.
"Green skin, big black eyes, constantly involuntarily crying, nice suit with a green tie? Grox, are you looking for FroggyDude?" He stood with his hands on his hips. "He's... your lover?"
"Oh, uh." Did he lie and say yes? "Yeah, dude. All mine."
Cookie frowned, a flush that turned somewhat purplish forming in the area his cheeks were, would he be a human. He looked let down, maybe even a bit disappointed if Grox didn't know any better.
"You're uh, lucky," Cookie said, biting his lip. "Charming and handsome frog, he is."
Grox had a sneaky suspicion he knew why Cookie sounded so weirdly jealous. And Grox didn't know if he wanted to share with him, or fight him for the frog's love. Ahem, not that he would lose the love battle or anything... Though, the more he thought about it, the more appealing it sounded to Grox.
After all, he could see himself taking a bite out of that cookie. Sexually, that is.
"Sir!" Cookie called out to a cookie trying to slip away into an alleyway. "Have you seen a man with green skin, FroggyDude?"
"N-no!" he said, putting his arms up. "Never seen 'em,"
He speed-walked away, leaving the two others confused and suspicious. Cookie leaned into Grox's space, which definitely didn't make his nonexistent heart stutter.
"Follow him."
"Bet."
They trailed close behind the suspicious individual, tracking him through narrow alleyways that screamed danger and disorder. They nearly lost him after he took a few sharp turns, but ultimately managed to stay on his tail.
Finally he arrived at a tiny house near the outskirts of the city. It looked like a normal flat to Grox, but Cookie sensed something he couldn't, holding him back.
"Potions," he stated blankly. "Very illegal potions, too."
"Ayo what?" Grox whisper yelled back. "They making horrible stuff in there? Like... a meth lab?"
"Death in a bottle, basically." Cookie shook his head. "They use people they've kidnapped to test them out. Be careful--"
At the word 'kidnapped', Grox blazed forward, taking his pistol out. Cookie cried out and tried to stop him, merely pushed back while he used his wither skeleton strength to shatter the cookie dough door into pieces. He shot the very first person he saw straight in the cranium, sending cookie bits and chocolate chips flying.
The only way that wasn't blocked off by clutter was downstairs, so he flew down the steps with his smoking gun pointed directly forwards. He came into contact with someone holding a potion in his hand, Froggy completely helpless at his feet.
Then, the splash potion was headed right for Grox, but a bullet was headed right for the cookie criminal. At the last second, Grox was pushed into the wall by Cookie.
Splash!
Cookie God fell to his knees, landing on his side. Motionless. Grox stood shakily, really, really wishing his command block followed him through worlds. He could've tanked the potion and not let Cookie die.
"Oh, dear God," Grox panted, accidentally kicking his gun trying to get to Cookie. "Dear God..."
Froggy was safe, as he was still screaming against the rag stuck in his mouth and trying to worm his way over. The potion dissipated quickly, allowing for Grox to check if he'd just doomed an entire civilization to imminent destruction. Soon he realized cookies don't have hearts and therefore couldn't have a pulse. Shit.
He sliced the ropes off of Froggy and removed the rag lodged in his mouth.
"Grox, holy shit, holy fucking shit!" Froggy gasped, shaking Cookie violently. "What did that red potion do?"
"I don't know, dude! It did something, though." Grox tried to feel for any sort of sign of life.
Like a stick breaking, Cookie snapped awake, taking in the two men surrounding him. He gasped for breath, hands squeezing his thighs.
"I know what I got hit by," he explained, scrambling to his feet and nearly running out of the house. "Oh my God, hurry. We have to get to my place before it kicks in!"
Froggy and Grox came to life, running after the cookie. They followed him through back roads and alleyways, far from any populated area of cookies. He must not want his citizens seeing him in such a panic, and for a good reason. Grox wouldn't want to show himself while he was weak either.
Cookie entered the estate through a back entrance, a borderline medieval tunnel straight to his room. The door had an odd code that Grox couldn't understand, nor could Froggy. The bedroom was, of course, made out of cookie dough. A grand bed sat in the middle, and Cookie collapsed onto the plush surface, burying his face in his hands.
"Aight, so are you gonna explain today or tomorrow?" Grox groaned, his feet hurting. Fucking survival mode...
"Ah..." Cookie moaned softly, taking both men off guard. "Y-you should go."
"Dude, is this what I think it is?" Froggy lightly patted his shoulder. "Let's get you some milk."
"Wait!" Cookie shot out to grab him before he left. "I need a different sort of milk, if you know what I mean."
Grox laughed, tipping his head back with his hand on his belly. "I know I'm super hot and attractive but me and Froggy realllly have to go."
"Grox, you can't be suggesting we leave him like this, bro," Froggy said, gesturing to the increasingly flustered cookie. "I'm not leaving him alone."
"Oh be serious, Froggy," Grox scoffed. "What're you gonna do? Fuck him?"
Grox really, really tried to fight the heat licking his insides, but the view was just too much to handle. Froggy's hand wrapped around Cookies throat, just enough for air to struggle to come in. He squeezed his adam's apple and licked over his delicious, sweet skin.
Grox refused to join, to even touch Cookie God. He was hot. God, how did a cookie manage to get so toned? His top half chiseled from dough into sharp lines that actually weren't very sharp, he was dough for fuck's sake. But Grox didn't know how he felt about fucking someone else in front of Froggy.
"Mmh," Cookie sounded strangled, and Grox shifted, pants uncomfortably tight. He tried to ignore the fact that the other leader's eyes were digging into the depths of his being.
Froggy tightened his grip shoving him deeper into the mattress, cutting off Cookie's pitiful cry. Froggy pulled down his comfy boxers, letting his rough cock spring free. Even his dick had chocolate chips on it, and Grox got the strange urge to take a piece just to make him cry out again. Cookie had a beautiful voice in bed...
Fuck, he couldn't sit by anymore.
Grox came up behind Froggy, sneaking his hand under his suit. He rested his chin on his shoulder, watching him choke out Cookie God. He also began to press butterfly kisses on his already fucked up neck, filled with his past acts of damn near cannibalism.
"Grox," Froggy cleared his throat, clearly hesitating about something. "Lord Grox."
Grox's already weak mental failed, and his entire body locked up pathetically. Dear God, he nearly came in his pants. His dick twitched and whined against his fly, desperate to be within Froggy... or even Cookie.
"Oh, you liked that?" Froggy raised an eyebrow, turning his head and kissing his cheek. "My Lord?"
"Oh, yes," Grox panted. "Dear God, Froggy..."
Taking care of one needy man, simple. Now, taking care of two needy men? Yikes. Froggy felt a bit overwhelmed, Cookie pressed for him to squeeze harder, while Grox laved his tongue all up and down his neck, threatening to tear skin.
"Oh my, how do I take care of both of you?" Froggy sighed.
Grox responded by pushing his nose into the crook of his neck, needy as ever, like Cookie wasn't affected by a sex potion. Froggy had an idea, but he wasn't sure if it was a good one. He reached around and unbuttoned Grox's blazer, grabbing the pistol slotted in one of the secret pockets. He emptied the chamber of bullets all to the ground, aiming straight at Grox, pressing it to his temple.
"My God," he said, nodding at Cookie. "Another one of your followers needs you, don't you, poor Cookie?"
He shoved it into the side of Grox's head harder, making him whimper softly.
"You'll help out one of your worshippers, right, my Lord?"
Cookie made a strange sound that definitely wasn't English, but it didn't matter because Grox was already moving underneath him. Cookie's hole was already slick because of the potion, easily taking two fingers. Froggy prepared him to take it while Grox took off everything he could.
Cookie took up to three fingers before Froggy got bored, pulling out and letting Grox do all of the rest. He settled his hand back on Cookie's neck, evil grin returning to his face. He leaned in, licking a long strip up Cookie's chest, taking a bite of his pec. His eyes flung open in surprise when the bit came off and into his mouth.
Fuck, fuck, holy fuck. Froggy was sure he just ate a part of Cookie, according to the yelp he heard as soon as it came off.
"A-again," Cookie said weakly. "Do it again."
Froggy looked at him like he had three heads, but didn't question him. He softened up another chunk with his saliva, breaking off the piece. Cookie held his breath, puffing up his cheeks. His dick strained, rubbing against Froggy's stomach.
"So good," he whimpered. "Mmh-!
Finally, Grox used his braincells and thrust into Cookie. Froggy grinned and pressed on him, rubbing the tip of his dick with his thumb. The cookie couldn't begin to hold back his sounds, arching up into Froggy and blabbering in his ear. Grox moved mercilessly, dedicated to show how superior he was.
Froggy thumbed him faster, stroking his frenulum on the way up. He kept the gun aimed at Grox, albeit shakily. He'd put it up to Cookie's head if he knew how he'd react. He didn't want to frighten the poor leader into never letting them hit again, this was too incredible. One issue, his own pleasure came from biting and making Cookie bleed frosting, not physical touch. His dick didn't like that.
He did his best to ignore it, leaning over Cookie to plant a kiss on his lips. He carried over to Grox, biting down on his lip as a gentle reminder to go fuck himself. Grox's hips stuttered, grinding deep inside Cookie. He must've been the force that drove Grox over the edge, because he watched both of them erupt, Cookie spilling delicious custard all over Froggy's belly. He gathered the spend on his fingers, sucking off the sweet sauce.
Froggy was tired of basically getting cucked. He needed Grox primally. He gently picked up Cookie's boneless body, setting him off to the side to recover from the potion. His God wasn't going to get away with being so controlling.
"Come suck me off, King Grox," Froggy disguised his order under a worshipping tone.
Grox groaned weakly and pushed himself up, crawling over to Froggy, resting his head on his thigh. He threaded his fingers through his hair, brushing out the thin strands.
"Your hair is beautiful, my love," Froggy paused. "...Lord. I meant Lord."
The sheer look of happiness that crossed Grox's face when he slipped up nearly made Froggy eat his words. They were not together, or even close. They were mortal enemies who just relieved each other sometimes. Nothing gay like that, Froggy wasn't gay.
"Ayo, you sure?" Grox smirked, palming him through his slacks. "Looks like your body says something different, and not in a freaky, rapey way."
"Whatever, man. Just because I'm horny as fuck doesn't mean I love you," Froggy scoffed, yanking him down to his knees by the hair.
"Ow, dude!" Grox hissed. "I get girls with this hair, don't tear it all out."
"And yet you fuck me every chance you get," Froggy said, giving him another yank. "Get sucking, King."
"I missed when you told me how good I was last time, that was nice," Grox grumbled, but wrapped his lips around the tip.
Froggy groaned, impatiently forcing him down to the base, taking pride when Grox gagged around him. Tears sprung into his eyes but he hollowed out his cheeks instead of complaining, enjoying the soft sighs and moans slipping out of Froggy's mouth. His tongue traced different veins, following them down to the base where they sunk out of reach.
"Oh fuck, you're so fucking good for me," Froggy panted. "Keep going, baby."
Grox moaned around his cock, shifting onto his elbows and bobbing his head with more determination. He held the base steady, moving still too slow for Froggy's liking. He took Grox's head in his hands fucking up into his mouth. Grox gripped his thighs for some sort of anchor, squeezing his eyes shut and letting himself be used as a sex toy.
The second Froggy met his teary, broken eyes, he broke. He held Grox down, pouring lava hot spend down his throat. The skeleton pulled himself away, coughing and sputtering.
"You're an asshole," Grox said, spitting unapologetically on Cookie's... cookie flooring.
"If I'm an asshole, you must be the asshole of all time." Froggy rolled his eyes.
"I am. Thanks for noticing, bro."
They both looked over to Cookie who had sat up and was watching them with a knowing smirk.
"You two are cute together," he said. "I didn't think Grox would ever settle with someone for so long."
Cookie got up and limped to an adjacent door. Stopping in the doorway.
"By the way, it was just a regeneration potion."
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