Four TGWTG drabbles!
Please don't ask me why I did these. I was bored, work is preventing me from doing long!fic, everyone else promised aunt_zelda fic for when she came back and I thought I'd do the same.
A/N: The usual disclaimers apply. The first two are quite light, the second two contain spoilers for everything in freya_sacksen's "In Space" Verse and are very dark.
The Nostalgia Critic woke up with a blinding headache.
"What did I do last night?" he wondered out loud.
"Do you really want to know?" a familiar voice beside him asked, still able to lay on the charm so early in the morning. Fuck. So that's what had happened. He managed to put on his glasses and saw Spoony lying back contentedly, still in his robe. To his complete and utter lack of surprise, Linkara was also there, asleep and curled up on the other side of the bed.
He thought about heading towards the shower and scrubbing himself raw but an intent look from Spoony stopped him.
"What is it?"
"Are you going to act like the Nostalgia Chick? Because I'm not in the mood for cuddling you."
He rolled his eyes and kissed the smooth, pale skin just under Spoony's earlobe. "I'd rather do something much better."
**
The Nostalgia Chick was still having nightmares. Not about being captured and taunted by the Nostalgia Critic, God no, that had been more... interesting than anything else. What was bothering her so much was that she still couldn't get over that godawful movie. The clothes, the stereotypes, the acting, everything about it was pure evil.
So that was why Nella was looking after her. Hot chocolate, David Bowie and making out, all while remaining comfortable in her own bed was the perfect combination to make her forget all about spoilt princess-like teenagers on elephants.
**
The original plan was to wait until Linkara had regained consciousness to start "fucking him silly", as Ask That Guy had said, but Dr. Insano had tried waiting for five minutes and found that he was far too impatient for this kind of thing. Besides, even just by watching Ask That Guy , he had been taught well on the power of mindfucking.
So he climbed on top of the gurney and tested the chains to see if they were strong enough. They were. Good. First, he kissed him, biting down on his lips until they bled and making sure that his mouth would ache afterwards. Secondly, grabbing Linkara's hat and using it to get a better angle at his neck, he sunk his teeth into the pale flesh and felt his cock twitch at the taste of warm, metallic blood.
Just then, he heard a groan. Linkara was waking up. His eyelashes fluttered behind his glasses and he looked at him hazily, the drug obviously not worn off just yet. He grinned back at him. This was going to be a fun forever.
**
With the bruises, the wounds that hadn't been dealt with (which was all of them) and the grime all over his sickly-pale skin, the Nostalgia Critic looked like a corpse and it sent a shock of sensation down to Ask That Guy's groin. But there was no time for sex, the poison that would make the Critic finally die was going to be injected soon and there was so little time to prepare everything.
With his favourite whip in hand, he told the Critic to get ready on the bed. He did so without a fuss.
He sighed, slightly disappointed in how easily the Critic gave in. When this version had finally bled out later on, enabling he and Dr. Insano to go back to the Brawl, he was going to have to make sure that the other one was kept (relatively) sane and fun for longer.
"I love you," he cooed mockingly in the other man's ear. There was a tiny, whimpering hitch of breath that urged him to continue and he wrapped his arms around his waist, coming in far too close. But there was no flinch. "I love you for doing this for me. I love you for being so good for me. I love you for doing anything I want you to."
The Critic laid his forehead against the cell wall. "It's okay."