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Danny had been restless after this last trial. Couldn't think straight the whole time, kept getting distracted, did godawful when normally he was on high alert and won most of his matches. Not this time. Off day maybe, but he'd noticed when he was transported back to the woods that the couple other killers he ran into seemed to be in similar situations. No one could tell him what was up though — didn't seem like anyone knew. Weird. Was the Entity fucking with them or something? Wouldn't shock him if that was the case, but whatever it was, it was annoying as shit.
Shaking his head, he decided to head further into the woods to… well, he wasn’t quite sure what he planned on doing. Just started walking because he felt like he couldn’t stay still. As he went on, there was a weird scent in the air he couldn’t place, and he made a face behind his mask.
He huffed in annoyance as he walked, idly flipping his knife over in his hand. He wasn’t sure if he'd need it, but better safe than sorry. Not all of the killers got along, and while neither them nor the survivors could truly die out here, there weren't any rules against attacking each other even if it didn't actually do anything in the long run.
Maybe he’d head to one of the other killer’s realms — he didn’t have his own. That should distract him at least. But which one? There weren’t too many people here he got on with that well.
The Legion’s place crossed his mind, but he decided against it. He didn’t know if all of them would be there, and honestly he didn’t really want to be around that many people right now. Although, the cold might be a good thing… he felt way too hot all of the sudden. Wanted to crawl out of his own damn skin. (No, he wasn’t going to take his cloak or mask off. He didn’t care if some of the other killers had seen what he actually looks like. He’d suffer before he did that.)
He goes over some of the other options in his head, debating on just staying right here in the woods. He’s not sure what would be better at this point.
…Hm. Maybe there? Like hell any of the others are gonna be in that place, minus the one who belongs to the realm itself. Most of them find it too creepy. Which, to be fair, he can’t blame them. It is creepy. But it also means he’d be left alone.
Alright, to Midwich it is.
He continues walking, picturing the realm in his mind. The long since abandoned school, all those strange creatures and god knows what else lurking in its halls. He’s seen worse in his time here.
He can feel the pull of it, the Entity or whatever it is that transports them between these places. All you have to do is head into the woods and imagine whichever realm you want to go to. Typically, the killers who have their own are sent there after trials if they weren’t already there for one, but those who don’t are sent back to these woods. And then somewhere outside here is where the survivors reside, a little camp of sorts, but Danny tended to avoid over there too. Not like the killers can’t interact with the survivors outside of trials, he just doesn’t see a point most of the time.
The feeling gets stronger, and before Danny even realizes, he blinks and he’s there. Standing in a run down, rust covered hallway, some random debris blocking the end of it. It feels stifling in here too, even though the school’s halls always seem to be unnaturally cold — or at least that’s what he recalls from the last time he’d been in this place.
He turns around, trying to listen for any sign of people, killers or otherwise. He wouldn’t be able to come here if a trial was going on, of course. But you never know.
And then he hears it, an all too familiar sound.
The drag of metal across the floor, an unpleasant screech. He knows who that belongs to. Anyone here would.
The Executioner. Pyramid Head. The killer whose realm this is.
Hm. So it is here. Danny could’ve guessed that, but still.
He has no idea if the other will be happy to see someone randomly showed up here, but he's sure it’ll understand. Ok, maybe not, given Pyramid Head's not exactly human. But Danny figures it’s also the type to want to be left alone most of the time. They don't even have to interact with each other! He'll just tell it and go... what, hide in one of the classrooms or something. It'll be fine. He just wants to camp out somewhere until whatever the fuck is affecting them all goes away. Even if that means here.
He stays put though, unsure if he should go towards the source of the noise or run in the opposite direction. It’s not like the other won’t find him — he knows it will, but he’s not sure which is the better option right now. Going to it directly, or waiting instead.
Seems Danny’s choice is made for him when the monster rounds the corner, that huge blade it carries as its weapon dragging behind it. He blinks behind his mask, startled, turning to look towards the noise. (It’s normally him scaring people, not the other way around.) Pyramid Head stops in its tracks, the helmet tilting to one side as if considering the human in front of it.
“Uh. Hey.” Danny just stares at the other for a long moment, not really sure what to do now. They’ve… well, ‘talked’ isn’t exactly the right word considering Pyramid Head can’t do that, but they’ve been around each other a few times before. Not enough where Danny would consider it one of the killers he gets along with, but they vaguely know each other. He hadn’t quite thought this through before coming here. He wasn’t thinking much at all, honestly. Just knew he wanted to get out of there and away from everyone else.
A low, rumbling growl of sorts filters out from under the helmet, and Danny’s not sure how to take that. It doesn’t seem upset, but Danny knows it can’t speak, so he’s made to guess based off of everything else.
“I know I know I should’ve asked before coming here,” he starts, opting to attempt and explain himself despite not knowing if Pyramid Head will even care. “Well. Kinda couldn’t do that when you weren’t back with the others, but still. Whatever, not gonna bother you, just needed somewhere to hang out. Everyone’s acting weird.”
He’s rambling, he knows that. Bad habit. When he’s not in the mindset of killing, sometimes he’s a lot more anxious than he cares to admit. It’s different when you’re actually interacting with people face to face (sort of) and not behind a mask — literal or not. A persona you put up. Plus, whatever’s in the air is making it hard to think straight.
…He wonders if Pyramid Head here is also affected by whatever it is that’s going around. No signs of that, not yet at least.
“Not sure if you noticed that, or if it’s just out in the woods,” Danny adds, guessing maybe the monster can give him some sort of indication if it knows.
It just huffs, the helmet ‘looking’ downward now. That’s not much of an answer.
“Listen, if you want me to go, just… uh.” He gestures vaguely. “Tell me. Show me? I don’t know.”
It takes a few steps forward then, dragging the knife along with it still. To Danny’s surprise, it then drops its weapon onto the floor rather carelessly, metal clattering against tile. He raises his eyebrows, gaze flicking between the blade and what might count as Pyramid Head’s face.
Before he can protest, the larger killer’s basically inches away from him. He feels… small. He is, at least compared to the other. He’s only human. Pyramid Head isn’t. The sudden closeness makes Danny swallow hard, that same feeling from before creeping up on him again.
And that’s about when he realizes just what’s going on here.
Fuck. Is that what this is about? It can’t be. Why the hell would the Entity do something like that? It sounds so ridiculous, even with all the weird supernatural shit that happens in these realms taken into consideration. What would she be getting out of it? Just something to laugh at, to watch them all run around confused and suffering, just in a different way than usual?
Danny can feel hot breath on his neck, even through the layers of fabric. Makes him wonder what’s under the pyramid, if there’s even anything at all.
“Woah, why so close?” He asks, attempting to put some space between them but there’s nowhere to go from where he’s standing. He’s caged in — a wall behind him as he hadn’t moved from the spot he’d showed up in really, and the monster in front of him.
He can’t deny he feels a little afraid. It’s not often he does. Or maybe it’s more so intimidation?
That and something else he’s still trying desperately to push down, stop from bubbling back up. Fuck the Entity, seriously. Not in the good way either. (Though it seems she’s content to watch other people do that right now.)
Pyramid Head grunts, reaching one hand up slightly, but then pauses as if something had alerted it. Danny tilts his head. He hadn’t heard or seen anything weird. Well, besides what’s already here.
Doesn’t take long for him to realize what it was that had made the other freeze. There’s that weird smell he’d noticed in the forest. Stronger now, like whatever was causing it was right by them. Still, he doesn’t see anything out of the ordinary, and clearly neither does Pyramid Head. It’s almost sickly sweet, with a hint of something else he can’t place.
And then suddenly, there is something very much weird that happens.
“What the—” Danny cuts himself off, startled when something slithers its way out from beneath Pyramid Head’s helmet. A long, dark, slimy thing that Danny can only guess is the creature’s tongue.
It almost looks like how a snake tastes the air, flicking upward in front of Danny’s face before slipping back where it’d came from. He’s thankful for his mask right now.
Seems he’d gotten his question from earlier answered too. Sort of. There’s at least something under all that metal.
Even though Danny does still have his mask on (because he almost always does), it doesn’t stop that strange scent from filtering through, the air filling his lungs. He feels hot again. Unsteady. He’s also thankful he’s up against the wall despite him wanting to flee a moment ago, because he’s not sure he could anymore even if he tried. Feels like he might trip and fall flat on his face if he tried to move…
Pyramid Head growls again, perhaps being affected more as well. It lifts a hand once more, this time acting on whatever it’d intended to before being ‘interrupted.’ Grabbing Danny suddenly and lifting him up, putting him over its shoulder like it was nothing. Danny struggles in vain, though only for a moment before he realizes the other isn’t intent on hurting him or anything. It’s way stronger than him anyways, so he’s pretty sure he’s not going anywhere unless it wants him to.
It picks up the weapon it’d left discarded on the ground, lugging it behind it as it carries both that and Danny down the hall. He has no idea where it’s headed, but honestly, he doesn’t have the energy to protest much right now. Everything feels… fuzzy. More than before.
“What are you doing?” He manages, to which Pyramid Head simply nods, as if pointing the helmet in the direction it’s walking — gesturing somewhere up ahead. Danny doesn’t know this realm like it does, even if he’s been here a few times, so he doesn’t really remember what rooms and such there are. Guess he’s just going to have to wait and see.
Which he does. It doesn’t take long though, with them eventually arriving in one of the old classrooms that’s a bit farther away from the rest, hidden away in the corner of the building. Not like they need to hide. Danny doubts anyone else would be willingly coming here.
Good.
Danny’s tossed down rather unceremoniously onto a desk, and even like this he still has to look up at the other. He’s not sure how that makes him feel, really.
…Still not entirely fear, even if he knows logically that’s probably what he should be feeling.
”So.” He looks around the mostly empty room, then back up at Pyramid Head, who’s propping its blade against another desk nearby. “You bring me back here for a reason?”
He’s pretty sure he already knows, but he asks anyways, knowing he’s not going to get any verbal response.
The larger killer suddenly places a hand over his chest. Danny’s not sure what it’s doing until he’s shoved backwards, now lying down. He lets out a breath as his back hits the desk. Pyramid Head’s looming over him — caging him in, hands resting on either side of him.
Danny shifts around, suddenly restless again, that same itch under his skin from before. God. He knows he should be more afraid. Knows the other could kill him with its bare hands if it wanted, no weapon needed. (Not that he’d truly die, but that didn’t mean that he wanted to experience it.)
And yet, he let it do this. Didn’t fight like he might normally, just laid back and waited.
It reaches up, this time going to lift Danny’s mask. He freezes for a moment, but doesn’t protest this either. He’s just not used to anyone seeing his face.
The mask’s set aside, and Danny looks a mess just like he feels. Dark hair ruffled from the hood, his face flushed. Pyramid Head makes a noise that Danny could only describe as approval of the sight in front of it.
“If you’re gonna do something, just get on with it,” he breathes out, rather impatiently. He can’t help it. Yeah, he’s admittedly still slightly nervous. But all those feelings are getting closer and closer to being completely ignored every second they stay like this. Damn Entity and her bullshit.
The monster’s tongue slips out from under the helmet again, this time licking a stripe up Danny’s neck. He shudders at the feeling, though he doesn’t get much time to react before it’s flicking over his lips, trying to prod its way past them.
…It doesn’t take much for him to give in. God is that thing long though, he thinks. If the other’s not careful, it probably could shove it down his throat without trying too hard. (He definitely doesn’t immediately start thinking about other places it could go too. He’s not really sure how much of that is the Entity’s influence at this point.)
“Mmf—” He makes some sort of sound, muffled around the intrusion. It’s not quite a kiss, though probably the closest thing Pyramid Head could manage given it doesn’t have an actual face. It’s also very much clear that it’s not used to this sort of thing, or at the very least, not used to not being so forceful.
Danny can’t say he dislikes it though. So when it pulls that too-long tongue back, trailing over Danny’s jaw before retreating back under the helmet, he almost looks disappointed.
Pyramid Head doesn’t miss the noise he makes — he sounds disappointed too, if the little whine he probably didn’t mean to let out is anything to go by, or the way he presses his thighs together.
Luckily for him, it doesn’t want to wait any longer either.
Danny watches Pyramid Head reach down, large hands going to push aside the cloth of the sort of apron it wears, undo the fastenings, his eyes tracking the movements. Though he can’t say he’s expecting what he sees when the garment falls to the ground.
Instead of anything remotely human looking between its legs, there’s a writhing tentacle-like thing, much like its tongue in appearance. He blinks in what might be confusion before looking back upwards.
He supposes that makes sense though. Pyramid Head’s not human, even if the rest of its body does look like it mostly. He’s just never seen anything like that in his life. Of course he hasn’t, why would he? It’s not every day you’re fucking around (literally) with monsters.
…Mark him down as intrigued, though.
Pyramid Head must notice his reaction, as something like a laugh escapes the helmet, however distorted. More just a weird huff of breath. Danny rolls his eyes.
“What’s funny? You expect me not to stare?” He retorts, smirking up at it now. It’s not an insult by any means. No, that thing’s just… big. Much like the rest of it.
He’s also not complaining about that. Not at all.
It huffs again, now pawing at Danny’s cloak like it either doesn’t know how to get it off or is just very much impatient all of the sudden. Probably the latter. Danny feels about the same.
”Hold on, hold on.” Not that he’s normally shy by any means, but when he eventually shrugs off the cloak and kicks his pants to the floor, now sitting there in front of the other, he can’t help but feel more exposed than usual. Seems he’s the only one feeling any sort of reluctance, if Pyramid Head basically immediately grabbing him by the hips and pulling him forward says anything.
“Hey, calm down there big guy,” Danny starts, mostly just messing around. He kind of likes the fact it’s acting so… forceful suddenly.
It growls, head tilting downward, cold metal skimming Danny’s neck. This close, Danny can feel its dick (is that even what he’d call that in this case? Whatever, close enough) brush against his thigh, leaving a wet trail on his skin. Clearly Pyramid Head’s just as worked up as he is.
The monster ruts against him then, and Danny lets out a shaky breath. Yeah, if it wasn’t obvious before, it definitely is now that they’re both very much affected by everything.
”What, you don’t like being told what to do?” He asks, earning another low rumble from it. Its hips jerk forward again, the tentacle clumsily sliding between his thighs like the other’s trying to get it inside but it’s too impatient to do so. Danny grins. Well, if he had to guess, that’s probably a no.
“What if I tell you to fuck me? Then what?” Danny goads, knowing he’s probably pushing it — even if they both do want that — but under the Entity’s influence, he can’t find it in him to care. Plus, he’s always been a little impulsive.
He gets exactly what he asked for.
Danny doesn’t really have time to react before it finally shoves itself inside of him, a startled noise somewhere between a gasp and a moan leaving his lips.
”S-Shit,” he hisses out the curse, and the other’s hands are suddenly on his hips, holding him in place. Pyramid Head growls again next to his ear. That shouldn’t be as hot as it is.
Yeah, he was definitely right about it being big in this manner too. He’s definitely wet, has been this whole time really, but it’s still a stretch. God, taking it all at once may not have been the best idea, but he did basically ask it to do that. And even if it’s normally him causing others pain, he does have a little part of him that likes it himself in certain situations.
Like this one.
“You can— Hh— M-Move already,” he manages, tripping over his words. Should he have also waited on that? Maybe. But every other part of him is begging for more.
Any remaining boldness flies out the window when it does move, thrusting into him. His hands shoot up to grab at its arms, its back, something. The sound he makes at that is utterly embarrassing. And incredibly pathetic sounding. Very unlike him.
Judging by Pyramid Head’s reactions though, it wants to hear more.
Good thing it can’t talk. Danny doesn’t need everyone else to know how pathetic he was acting for it. (Not that he really thinks it would be the type to go blab to everyone else. That’d more so be him. But still.)
“Oh my god,” he gasps, nails digging into its skin wherever he’s settled his hands. Everything’s so damn sensitive, and if he had to guess, that’s also to blame on the Entity. He doesn’t think he’s ever felt like this in his life.
Now that it’s got him like this, knows that he wants this too — not that it would’ve particularly cared even if he didn’t, it probably would’ve cornered anyone that showed up here while it was in this state either way. Now there’s a thought — Pyramid Head can’t help but give up what little pretense of control it was showing, movements speeding up but also growing more sloppy as it goes. Neither of them care.
The grip Pyramid Head has on his waist is surely going to leave bruises, Danny thinks vaguely. He can’t say he hates the thought of that. Just another reminder of how easily the creature could break him.
He almost wants to say it will. Its inhuman cock pulses inside him, and god it’s so deep he really doesn’t know how the thing fit.
Glancing down at himself, there’s a weird black liquid smeared all over that wasn’t there a few minutes ago. Only one place that could’ve came from. That’s… interesting, he thinks, how different it is even in this matter.
And also really hot. Pyramid Head making a mess of him like that. Yeah, he was going to be thinking about this for long time after they were done.
He honestly felt like he could cum just like this. But he doesn’t want this to end so soon either. He has to guess that Pyramid Head has more stamina than a human anyways. Supposes that’s another thing he’ll find out.
“C’mon, fuck—” He doesn’t know what he’s asking for, just that he wants it to continue. Which it does with no issues, rasping breaths washing over Danny’s neck every time its hips move.
Suddenly the creature’s tongue slithers out once more, this time curling itself around Danny’s neck. Squeezing ever so slightly before it forces his head back to look at it.
Or that’s what Danny thought at least, before it lets go and shoves its tongue past his lips again. He doesn’t fight it, lets it explore his mouth until it threatens to gag him, inching down his throat.
He smiles weakly up at it when it pulls back, looking dazed, probably drooling a bit. Pyramid Head lets out something Danny can only describe as a purr.
He can’t help it when he cums with a few more snaps of its hips against his. (Good thing no one else was around, because goddamn is Danny being loud.)
It buries itself inside him as far as it could go, spilling inside him not long after with another growl. Its tongue is still partially out of the helmet, now just idly licking over Danny’s neck and chest, almost soothing in an odd way. Danny mumbles something unintelligible, face buried against its shoulder, trying to catch his breath.
He just sits there, still hanging onto the other, until it attempts to pull away. There’s an audible wet noise when it does, and Danny’s face flushes a bit. Damn.
…He really just did that. Got fucked by Pyramid Head of all killers. Alright then.
He doesn’t regret it. Not at all.
Maybe the Entity should do… whatever the hell she did to set this all up more often. He wouldn’t complain if it meant this happening again.
Pyramid Head looks down at him, helmet tilted slightly. Danny glances up at it, not sure what it wants.
“What? You kicking me out now?” He asks breathlessly, a little laugh escaping him. “Give me a second…”
It grunts, and for some reason Danny’s pretty sure that’s a ‘no.’ It doesn’t want him to leave?
Well. He’s pretty sure there’s not going to be trials for a while if everyone else was acting like they had been. It’s probably fine. He’s not exactly complaining about that either.
He lets out an embarrassing little yelp when the other killer suddenly flips him over, and he cranes his neck to look over his shoulder at it.
”Hey! What was that—” He shuts up immediately feeling what he assumes is its tongue lapping between his thighs. Turns back around and shoves his face against his arms, trying to muffle any other embarrassing noises. It’s not like Pyramid Head cares, but he has an image to keep up, ok?
…Ok, he’s pretty sure that was ruined the second it got its hands on him. But. He can pretend.
Round two it is then, he thinks to himself. He can live with that. Better than getting ran around by survivors and getting pallets slammed in your face.
He really does kind of hope the Entity pulls something like this again.