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Diez

CW: Very brief lime smut

Corpse sat on his bed, laughing as he listened to Quackity strum his guitar half heartedly, shouting the lyrics to one of his hit songs.

"Why'd you choke me with an apple?" The man sang out 100% off key, sending Corpse into a laughing fit. Quackity grinned at Corpse setting the guitar down. "Okay, dude. For real though. How was filming today?"

Corpse sighed, knowing that it was time to talk about Sykunno. Quackity had been coming over every week for about four months now and Corpse was loving every second they spent together. "It went okay." Corpse said. "Sykunno actually kissed me back this time."

Quackity nodded, clicking his tongue. "Any upcoming sex scenes?"

"Oh god, I hope not." Corpse muttered. It was bad enough that Sykunno was standoffish when they had to act intimate in anyway, he couldnt imagine how terrible it would be if they had to pretend to have sex. He shuddered at the embarassment.

Quackity got up sitting on the bed by Corpse. "I think there's still hope for you there." He said softly. "I think that if you keep chasing and mending, you could win him back."

"Karl told me to not spend my time chasing and mending."

"Karl didn't have to chase us, he just got us."

"Fair point." Corpse picked at his nail polish. "Do you think I'm a bad person?"

Quackity furrowed his eyebrows. "Not always. Maybe when you murder my boyfriend in cold blood on his streams, but otherwise no."

"My fans are worried about me. I feel bad. I haven't given them content in a while."

"They'll hold out. They have other streamers."

"Not all of them do."

"I know that all of them care enough about you to welcome content whenever you can give it."

"I feel like a terrible CC."

"You're not."

"Thanks."

They sat there for a minute in silence. "If something happens to me, I want you to take good care of my boyfriends."

Corpse furrowed his eye brows. "What? Why would something happen to you?"

"I don't know, but of something does, please promise to take care of them."

"Quackity-"

"Please?"

"Alright."

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Corpse was standing in a set, holding a knife dripping with fake blood. He wiped it off with a towel sighing. The vent next to him was open and he kneeled down, putting the prop knife in his back pocket, shutting the vent and screwing it closed.

"Corpse!" He turned around and saw Sykunno. "Corpse, I was so worried!" Sykunno ran over to him, wrapping his arms around him. "I thought you left me."

Corpse held Sykunno tightly. "What? No I would never."

Sykunno pressed his face in Corpses chest taking a deep breath. Corpse planted a soft kiss on Sykunnos head. "You smell like blood." Sykunno muttered into his suite.

"I'm sorry." Corpse purred back. "I had to do it. They were catching on-"

Sykunno pushed back away from him, looking up at him. "You promised me!"