want your bad romance

among us

The bass thump of 'Bad Romance' seems to reverberate through his chest.

Cyan's light coloured safety suit has been rolled down halfway and tied around his waist by the sleeves, while both his and Red's clear protective masks are lying askew on the floor. They don't particularly need to don the full hazmat get-up, except for when going near the dangerous nuclear reactor powering the entire ship system.

In whatever small pockets of free time they manage to snag between tasks, he often finds himself caught up with her. It isn't much, really, just two pent-up crewmates (possibly friends now?) with too much libido to keep to themselves while floating out in space.

Par for the course, they're eating each other's faces off in the back of the electrical control room, hair all tousled and limbs a tangled mess—but today, Red's beaten-up speaker is blasting Lady GaGa.

Cyan pulls back first, gasping for air.

"You're playing music." He quirks a brow at her, quizzical.

It's an understatement, really, because even in its crappy state, the small wireless speaker is blaring the song at an unearthly volume (ha ha space joke). He's sure they can only hear each other because of their proximity.

Red's delirious eyes take a while to focus on him, face still flushed from their frenzy. "Oh, yeah. I like GaGa," she breathes, "GaGa's hot."

"That she is. You— " Cyan falters, still unsure of what brought on the addition of music to their little rendezvous, "you've never played... music, before. Is that, uh, something you like?"

"Only on special occasions," she replies, amusement leaking into her tone.

His hesitation at the change is quickly forgotten. A flush of heat pools in his belly as he pulls her close against his chest, heart jumping erratically. "And what, pray tell, is this special occasion?" he smirks down at her. Maybe this is the tenth time we've made out, he wonders. Girls do like to keep note of the little things after all, of anniversaries and such.

As she purses her lips, a dangerous glint creeps into her gaze. Cyan is suddenly aware of how the booming vocals float around them in the narrow space, corralling them into a little bubble. Red just coyly puts her arms around him, murmuring into his chest, "You'll see."

He hears a faint click coming from behind him, and just then, the lights above flicker out ominously. Befuddled, he moves to push her away and go check the main electrical panel.

"That's weird, why would the lights-" he stops abruptly, startled at the impossibly rigid grip that Red has him in. Cyan chuckles, a low sound that belies his nervousness, "Um, I think I should go check this out."

Red tilts her head, pupils dilating to fill her eyes with cold obsidian. Sinister intentions fully open on her face, she graces him with a mirthful grin.

"No, you won't.'

His heart stills to a stop.

He feels a sharp prick on his back before he's being stabbed through the middle. Pain ignites like a wild flame across his chest. Through blurring vision he looks down to see the sharp, twisting end of what looks like a lance protruding from under his ribs. He feels oddly full, yet nauseated and dizzy as he squirms with the weapon inside him.

Just as quick as it happened, the weapon is suddenly gone, retracted into Red's arms. Cyans gasps for air, knees buckling from the overwhelming pain. Clutching at the gaping hole in his midriff, he takes one look at the length of his intestines spilling out and knows for sure that this is his end. Tears of pain and rage and confusion swirl down his cheeks as he blinks up at her.

"What the fuck?" he croaks out weakly, unsure himself if he's questioning her motives or her inhuman shape-shifting ability. The look she gives him as she wipes her bloody hands on her suit is almost rueful.

"Sorry babes, I couldn't help myself," she shrugs, turning away emphatically. "At least you didn't scream. Though, I would've been prepared for that."

"You know that I want you," she sings along to the ongoing song. "And you know that I need you. I want it bad, your bad romance." Without so much a glance backwards, she kicks the vent flap open and hops in.

"Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, caught in a bad romance." Cyan hears her singing fade into the distance.

A dull throbbing ache has taken over from the previous burning. Blood pools on the ground where he lays, seeping into his clothes. It's gushing out of his wound, never ending and making him feel so, so cold. He thinks he hears Orange coming over to him, or maybe it's Purple? Cyan can't tell. His eyelids flutter shut, and he drifts off into a harrowed slumber.

fin.

sorry lol i lied there isnt any smut i was baiting