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For the most part, death bans are almost always tragic. On lifesteal, if your teammates decide you're worth the trouble, at the very least, you'll get revived. On the realm, revival is a given, but you run the risk of your very soul being corrupted.
Which is why, when Pangi wakes up on top of the scaffolding of yellow’s new castle, he can't describe the relief in his chest when he opens up his communicator and sees that Lukey is still on two lives.
He puts his elytra on and takes off towards the lab at full speed. Landing in the water, it takes him a few tries to press the button that opens up the entrance.
“Hello? Lukey?” Pangi yells out into the lab and is met with complete silence. He looks down each hallway and moves towards the exit, no dirty blond hair in sight.
Pangi takes off towards green castle, running around the center for a bit before heading to the smithing area.
Seeing no signs of Lukey, he heads out into the green castle's courtyard, trying to remember the location of the hole with all those rabbits. Pangi gives up and gives in, whipping out his communicator.
Pangi to Lukey: wya
Pangi to Lukey: wya
Pangi to Lukey: wya
He gets no response.
Pangi to Lukey: bro
He stares at his communicator, hopping around the super smelter area in green castle, waiting for Lukey's message to come through. He does not have separation anxiety.
Lukey to You: Come to old lab
Pangi briefly wonders what Lukey is doing in the old lab then realises he's probably hiding from Bad and his ‘surprises’.
He gets to the birch forest, takes off his elytra, jumps in the water stream that leads to the old lab and shakes off the lingering wetness.
The sounds of trickling water, pages being flipped and Lukey's humming can be heard from the entrance of the old lab. He moves towards the doors of the office and opens it.
Lukey is standing at the shelves closest to the door, holding two books, one in each hand. He flips through the pages of one of the books, using the shelves as a temporary table.
Pangi pauses at the doors, taking a moment to stare at him. Lukey gets pouty when he's deep in thought, wrinkles appearing between his brows. He's so cute when he’s actually locked in.
He takes off his sunglasses and puts it away, pulling Lukey into a hug. He then lifts him up, spins around and places a sound kiss on his forehead.
“Woahhh - where is all this coming from?”
“You're still on two lives”
“Um. Okay?”
“You didn't die to Bad. You're stayed alive - Lukey, fuck”
Pangi hugs Lukey against his chest. Lukey taps him on the side with the books held in his hand.
“C'mon man,” Lukey says, struggling to speak while Pangi’s arms are crushing him.
“Did you think I would break my promise?” Lukey asks, “I'm not that much of a hamster.”
Pangi breaks the hug between them to stare at Lukey.
“Okay, fuck you, don't give me that look, I can hold my own in a fight!” Lukey begins to argue.
Pangi continues to press kisses all over his face, avoiding where Lukey wants him to go. He suddenly grabs Lukey by his throat, making direct eye contact with him.
“You wouldn't last a second against Bad,” Pangi says. Lukey rolls his eyes and tries to kiss Pangi directly.
Pangi ducks and picks Lukey up, forcing the man to wrap his arms around Pangi’s shoulders.
“Where - are we going?” Lukey asks.
“Just over here.” Pangi responds.
Pangi plops Lukey down on the chair and takes the books Lukey away from him, placing them gently on the table behind him.
“You won't be needing these,” Pangi starts.
“Okay, fuck me I guess,” Lukey jokes, gesturing towards his books, before stopping to meet Pangi’s eyes.
Lukey lazes across the chair and brings his knees apart. The mood in the room changes. Pangi’s face is suddenly very hot.
“Since you've so rudely interrupted my research– what do you suggest we do in the meantime?” Lukey asks. Pangi swears he sees Lukey's smile widening as heat spreads on his face.
“I want you..” Pangi murmurs.
“Say again?” Lukey says, a smile spreading across his face.
“I want you,” Pangi says hurriedly. He takes hold of one of Lukey's hands to ground himself.
“Oh really? How true is that statement?” Lukey says. He reaches for Pangi’s other hand. Pangi squeezes both Lukey's hands.
“What do you mean by that?”
“I don't know man, it's been very hard to grab your attention these days. Nothing you've done recently has indicated that you even want me around .” Lukey says, rolling his eyes. Pangi briefly wonders if Lukey is just teasing him or telling the truth.
“I know and I'm here now. I'm sorry.” Pangi says, lacing his tone with honesty.
“Ahh, well – you see, that's not how that works. Maybe I need some convincing.” Lukey says, tugging gently at Pangi’s hands.
Pangi decides to play along, letting go of Lukey's hands, dropping to his knees. He gently places both hands over Lukey's laps and begins to place light kisses on Lukey's inseam.
“I'm sorry Lukey,” Pangi says, words accompanied with a kiss, “Will you pretty please –” another kiss, “–forgive me?”
He places a soft kiss directly near Lukey’s crotch and relishes in the gasp that Lukey lets out.
“Uhh – mmph – consider yourself forgiven,” Lukey says, reaching towards Pangi's face to thumb at his cheek.
“Thank you,” Pangi says, making direct eye contact with Lukey before sliding his hands underneath his legs, lifting them to throw off his balance, placing wet kisses onto Lukey's tightening crotch.
Lukey returns Pangi's gaze with as much intensity. Pangi takes Lukey biting his lips in an attempt to stay quiet as a challenge. Fuck this guy and his stupid composure.
Pangi mouths his way up Lukey's lap till he gets to his knees and places Lukey's legs over his shoulders. He slides his hands down Lukey's legs till they're at his waist, resting them where Lukey's hoodie meets his pants and looks up at Lukey for permission.
Lukey subtly nods his head.
Pangi lifts Lukey's hoodie up and mouths at Lukey's lower abdomen, smiling as he feels rather than hears Lukey whining above him.
He slowly makes his way towards Lukey's chest, marking him up, thumbing at Lukey's hip bones and making a satisfied noise for every successful purpling bruise.
“ Pangi –” Lukey says before cutting himself off with an abrupt whine. Pangi’s leaving feather light touches at Lukey's stomach and mouthing at his collarbone.
Lukey's hand reaches into his hair and pulls . He lets out an embarrassing noise that he couldn't tamper down on time and stares up at Lukey in frustration.
“Can you like –” Lukey says, voice noticeably higher now, “–speed this up?”
“No.” Pangi responds, giving a tiny peck to Lukey's chest.
“No? What do you mean no ?” Lukey asks. Pangi loves the look of distress on Lukey's face right now.
“I mean no ,” Pangi starts, kissing his way down Lukey's stomach. Lukey writhes in response.
“I can't – ugh –” Pangi says, trying and failing to come up with ways he can nonchalantly express his feelings. He bites his thumb and pretends to think, pointedly avoiding Lukey's gaze.
“I don't - want to lose you,” Pangi says, resting his head on Lukey's lap, grip tightening around his hips, “I can't stand the thought – I don't know what's going on with Bad … ? but I do know I don't want to lose you either.”
“So, sorry if – y’know – I ‐ I want to take my time with you,” Pangi says shakily, releasing a sigh he didn't know he was holding in.
He feels Lukey's hand cup his chin, forcing him to take in Lukey's expression – he thinks he's amazed but can't be too sure.
“No, I understand,” Lukey says hesitantly, caressing his cheek with his thumb, “I felt the same way when –”
Pangi's corruption and resulting memory loss goes by unspoken.
“I get it, that's fair,” Lukey says, “You know what? You can do whatever you want,”
“Whatever I want?” Pangi asks, eyebrows raised. He leans into Lukey's palm and continues, coyly, “... Are you sure?”
“Yeah – I mean. Go crazy, man.” Lukey says. Pangi is going to make him regret saying that.
Pangi rubs his thumbs at Lukey's hip, slides his hands down underneath Lukey's legs and pushes, so Lukey's legs are more snug over his shoulders. Lukey releases a soft gasp, going from caressing his cheek to running a hand through his hair. He ducks his head to kiss Lukey's inner thigh, making his way up towards his pelvic bone. Pangi repeats this on his other leg, purposely missing Lukey's crotch entirely.
Lukey groans at this and Pangi stops his movements to study his face. Whilst making direct eye contact, he uses his right hand to fondle Lukey's thigh, working from his knee, down to his glutes. He then traces Lukey's inseam with his index, circling his finger around Lukey's hardening dick.
“F‐ fuck ‐” Lukey says beneath his breath. He soundly kisses Lukey's crotch while maintaining eye contact.
Pangi moves to take off Lukey's pants, slowly undoing the button and taking his time with the zipper. He pulls off his pants, leaving Lukey wearing his signature white hoodie, boxers and socks. He then returns to his previous position, but this time, lifts just one of Lukey's legs over his shoulder.
He starts with a kiss on the knee and observes Lukey's reaction. Lukey appears to be watching him just as intently. He pecks the top of Lukey's lap and holds still as Lukey's leg spasms. He kisses Lukey's glute and hears Lukey take a sharp breath.
“Tell me to stop, alright? ”Pangi says, reaching out for Lukey's hand and placing it in his hair. Lukey nods eagerly, running fingers through his hair.
Pangi mouths at Lukey's dick through his boxers causing the man above him to release a loud groan. He sucks at him steadily as Lukey begins to pet him.
Without warning, he kisses Lukey's lower abdomen, then brushes his lips where boxers meet skin. His head is starting to spin at how much his actions are clearly affecting Lukey.
He uses one hand to hold Lukey down by his hips and the palm of the other to rub against Lukey's dick, which makes Lukey groan and whine. He starts to pepper kisses on Lukey's upper leg by his shoulder while he rubs Lukey through his boxers.
Lukey's cries go up in pitch, so Pangi abruptly lets go, increasing the space between him and Lukey until the only point of contact between them is Lukey's leg over Pangi's shoulder.
“You – fuuck, okay‐” Lukey says, words slurring together while making grabby hands at Pangi, “I see what you're doing and you're not slick,”
Pangi takes a good look at Lukey. His head lolls on his shoulder, his face is flushed, his torso is covered in marks and he's very visibly panting. He looks absolutely beautiful. Pangi keeps his thoughts to himself and moves on to his next step in driving Lukey crazy.
He single-handedly lifts Lukey's lower half to take off his boxers then places both legs over his shoulders.
“Fucking finally ,” Lukey huffs at him.
“Lukey? Watch your tone.” Pangi responds, getting revenge by making eye contact and holding onto Lukey's legs, staying completely still until Lukey stops moving. Tears fill Lukey's eyes and then, Lukey breaks.
“Pangi please ‐ do something, do anything, I'll ‐ I can't - just ‐ enough teasing, fuck ‐” Lukey starts, beginning to babble, squirming in place, hands tight around the arm rests while Pangi's grip on his legs remains firm.
“Okay,” Pangi says, trying to reassure Lukey by rubbing a single thigh.
“I do need you to stay still though.” Pangi continues. Lukey immediately stills and holds his breath.
Pangi, while holding Lukey's gaze, reaches round and takes hold of his dick, causing Lukey to let out hitched breaths. He, very slowly, approaches Lukey's dick and blows cool air onto it, making Lukey release a loud whine, which makes Pangi giggle.
“ Fuck you ‐ I mean - !” Lukey says, releasing a sharp gasp when Pangi twists his hand.
Pangi wets his lips, then pecks at Lukey's tip, preening in the ruined noise that comes from Lukey. He places more firm kisses on Lukey, then sporadically kisses skin that isn't covered by his hands.
He laps Lukey's slit a few times just to get a reaction then spits on him to make him slick. He holds still to get Lukey's attention, makes eye contact with Lukey and slowly takes Lukey in his mouth, hand caressing what his mouth can't reach.
Lukey's eyes roll back into his head and Pangi pulls off to speak, “C'mon Lukey, eyes on me.”
Lukey nods breathlessly, reaching for Pangi’s unused hand and squeezes twice. Pangi lazily takes Lukey back in his mouth, sucking slowly before coming back up. He repeats the motion a few times, enjoying Lukey's groans before suddenly speeding up.
It's messy, but seeing the way Lukey's eyes flutter and lose focus before snapping back to him is worth the mess. He can't stop the noises being drawn out from his throat as Lukey begins to thrust. Enjoying the feeling of Lukey using him, he gets a wicked idea and pulls off of Lukey.
Lukey sobs, squirming in place. Pangi squeezes him and Lukey instantly stills, letting out a frustrated cry.
“What's up?” Lukey says, shakily.
Pangi lets go of Lukey's dick, reaching for his other hand. He takes both of Lukey's hands and places them on his head. Lukey gives him a puzzled look.
“Fuck my face?” Pangi says, placing a light kiss on Lukey's thigh.
“I – is that what you want–”
“– Yes .”
Lukey's hands hesitantly grab his hair, bringing him closer towards his crotch before stopping.
“You won't hurt me, c'mon.” Pangi says, unwaveringly.
“...Okay ‐ okay - promise you'll ‐ say something or do something if I'm being too rough?” Lukey says, after a moment.
“I promise.” Pangi says firmly, taking Lukey into his mouth, places his hands on Lukey's hip bones and stays put.
He feels Lukey's hands tighten in his hair, slowly pulling Pangi's face down, then pulling him back up. Lukey repeats the motion and groans when bringing Pangi back up.
Lukey starts to speed up, hips thrusting up each time he brings Pangi down. Pangi unconsciously lets out sounds on every stroke. He loses himself in the feeling of Lukey down his throat, Lukey's hands in his hair, Lukey in and around him.
He is entirely obsessed with the way Lukey maneuvers him to his will, taking what he wants from Pangi. Lukey's whimpers get higher on every thrust. He thinks he could listen to Lukey like this forever.
Lukey's thighs are taut around his head, making it harder to come up for air. Lukey's hands in his hair start to hurt. His hands loosen around Lukey's hips and his eyes grow heavy.
“Fuck Pangi - I - mm –”
Lukey slows down and lifts his head. Pangi coughs a few times then rests on one of Lukey's knees.
“You okay? Did I hurt you?” Lukey asks frantically. Pangi takes a moment to respond.
“Never –” Pangi coughs, “– better.”
Pangi wraps one hand around Lukey's neck, brings Lukey close and kisses him, while the other hand wraps around Lukey to get him off.
He feels Lukey's kisses get progressively clumsier, so he speeds up, twisting his hand up and around Lukey.
Lukey pulses in his hand and gasps between kisses. He lets Lukey go, using both hands to massage Lukey's thighs instead. Lukey leans back into the chair, clearly too fucked out to move.
“Your turn?” Lukey asks.
Pangi nods against his knees, “I'm close,”
“Get up here then,” Lukey says tiredly, patting his lap.
Pangi gets off the floor, straddles Lukey's left knee and starts desperately humping his leg, letting out cries in the process. He's suddenly overcome with embarrassment, opting to bury his head in Lukey's neck.
“Not so fast, big man,” Lukey says, grabs his hair and pulls , forcing whimpers to escape him. “I wanna see you”
He struggles to focus on Lukey, eyes threatening to close. He must look so pathetic, recklessly riding Lukey's lap.
Pangi wraps his arms around Lukey's shoulders, bringing their foreheads together, “ Lukey – please tell me I can come –”
Pangi begs, voice hoarse, words devolving into incoherent pleas and mumbles.
“You did so good, took me in so well –” Lukey says, pressing a kiss to the wetness on his face, pulling back to watch him squirm.
“That's it, Pangi, let go for me,”
Pangi loses the steady rhythm he's been building and pulls Lukey into a searing kiss. Pangi pants into Lukey's mouth, humps his leg once, twice, then his vision goes white.
When Pangi comes to, he notices Lukey has rearranged him to sit across his lap, legs hung over the arm of the chair, head tucked under Lukey's chin. He takes hold of Lukey's hand, musters up his strength and squeezes twice.
“Aww, my little lekkerding is awake,” Lukey says in his baby voice, turning to face Pangi.
Pangi bristles at the pet name and looks at Lukey from the corner of his eyes. He throws a weak punch at Lukey's chest, feeling heat creeping up his neck as a smile spreads on Lukey's face.
“I ‐ I know that – woah, what the fuck,” Pangi attempts to speak but his voice is incredibly shot. Lukey giggles at him. He rubs his neck, subconscious, then attempts to clear his throat.
“I know that you– you want to be independent,” Pangi starts, refusing to meet Lukey's eyes, “I know you've been working very hard to level up and improve your skills,”
“But – if you need any help at all, I'm here for you.” Pangi finishes, sitting up in Lukey's lap and looking up at him through his lashes.
Lukey grabs him and hugs him against his chest, “I'll keep that in mind.”
“You know I love you, right?” Pangi says, mushed against Lukey's chest.
“I know.” Lukey says, ignoring his confession. The way Lukey is currently holding him is more than enough.
He feels Lukey press a light kiss to his forehead as he burrows further into his lap, shuts his eyes and falls asleep in his teammate's arms.