Among us- the lost ALPHA

Steamy comfort

The path led them back toward the docking port, the glowing symbols dimming behind them as if the structure itself was closing off. The hum faded into an unsettling silence, but Red couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched.

Lime, uncharacteristically quiet, stayed close to his side. Their earlier confidence seemed to have been replaced by a nervous energy, though they masked it with casual remarks every so often.

"Honestly, Red," Lime muttered as they reached the ship, "I can't decide if this place is the coolest thing I've ever seen or just a really elaborate death trap."

"Why not both?" Red replied, punching in the airlock code. The door hissed open, and the two of them stepped inside.

The airlock door slid shut behind them with a hiss, and the ship seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. But Red didn't feel any better. If anything, the weight of what he'd seen in the alien structure was pressing down on him more than ever. The glowing symbols, the cryptic visions, the feeling of something ancient and powerful waiting for him—it was all a lot to process.

He should've felt grateful to be back on the ship, safe, where the chaos of that place couldn't reach him. But instead, it was like the walls were closing in, and the weight of Lime's presence next to him, always close, always too close, made his thoughts spin out of control.

"So, we're really not going to talk about that?" Lime's voice cut through the silence, teasing yet probing.

Red turned sharply, meeting Lime's dark eyes. There was something different about them now—a glint of curiosity mixed with something else. Something dangerous. "Talk about what?"

Lime took a step closer, invading his space. Red could feel the heat from Lime's body, and it did nothing to help the storm raging inside him. "The whole 'ancient alien structure' and the visions you had. You're not going to pretend like nothing's wrong, are you?"

"I don't have the answers, Lime," Red said, his voice tight. He didn't want to talk about it, didn't want to talk about Yellow, or the shadowy figure, or any of it. But Lime wouldn't let him escape.

"You never do," Lime murmured, voice lowering, a smirk curling at the corner of their lips. Their fingers brushed against Red's arm, slow and deliberate, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. "But you're not alone in this, Red. I'm here. And I can help."

Red felt his breath catch, the simple touch igniting something inside him that he couldn't ignore anymore. "You're really not going to back off, are you?"

Lime chuckled darkly, their gaze never leaving Red's. "You don't want me to, do you?"

"Stop it," Red muttered, though it didn't come out as forcefully as he hoped. He tried to pull back, but Lime's hand shot out, gripping his wrist with surprising strength, keeping him in place.

"I don't think you want me to stop," Lime said, their lips curling into a slow, wicked grin. "You wouldn't have let me kiss you like that if you didn't want more."

Lime's fingers grazed his arm, just enough to make his skin tingle. "I don't think you're being honest with yourself, Red," Lime murmured, their voice dropping to a low whisper. They leaned in, lips barely brushing Red's ear as they spoke. "You liked it. Don't try to lie."

Before Red could respond, Lime closed the gap between them. One hand grabbed the back of Red's neck, pulling him in, their lips crashing together with a sudden, forceful heat. There was no teasing this time, no games—just raw, unrestrained hunger. Lime's other hand slid down to Red's waist, fingers gripping tight as they pushed him back into the wall.

Red gasped, half-expecting to pull away, but something inside him snapped. He couldn't—didn't want to—fight it. He needed the release, the tension that had been building between them for weeks. His hands tangled in Lime's hair, pulling them closer as the kiss deepened, everything around them fading into nothing but the heat of the moment.

Lime didn't relent, their body pressed against Red's with an intensity that left no room for doubt. Their lips moved against his, teasing, almost cruel in their demand, as if they were claiming him in a way Red wasn't ready for—and yet, wanted.

"Fuck," Red muttered against Lime's mouth, his mind spinning. "What are we doing?"

Lime pulled away, just slightly, enough for Red to see the gleam in their eyes. "I think we're past asking that question, don't you?"

Before Red could respond, Lime was kissing him again, harder, more insistent this time, fingers sliding down the front of his suit, unzipping it just enough to expose the bare skin underneath. The contact sent a jolt of electricity through Red's body, his heart hammering in his chest.

Lime's hands were everywhere now—trailing down his chest, over his stomach, teasing and exploring as if they couldn't get enough. Red's breath hitched, every part of him acutely aware of Lime's touch. His body was betraying him, reacting to Lime's every movement, every brush of skin.

"Lime," Red gasped, trying to pull away, but Lime wasn't having it. They pushed him harder into the wall, grinding against him with a heat that left no room for resistance.

"You can stop me, Red," Lime murmured against his ear, voice low and dangerous. "But I don't think you want to."

Red's hands were shaking now, his resolve slipping away. The desire was overwhelming, and as much as he wanted to push them away, to say this wasn't what he needed, his body screamed otherwise.

With a low growl, Lime kissed him again, pressing harder against him, the kiss deepening, frantic. Red felt himself losing control—this wasn't just a kiss. It was a collision of everything he had been holding back. His body was on fire, every nerve alight, his thoughts scattered.

As the tension crackled between them, both of them knowing where this was headed, Red couldn't help but wonder if he was making a mistake—or if he was just finally giving in to the inevitable.

But as quickly as it had all started, Lime pulled back, leaving Red breathless and dazed. "Next time," Lime said, their voice full of that familiar cocky edge, "I'll take my time."

Lime smirked at him, that same cocky glint in their eyes. "See? You can't resist me."

Red opened his mouth to argue, to find some excuse, but the words died on his lips. He couldn't deny it. He didn't want to deny it. There was too much tension, too much desire, and for once, he didn't care about the consequences.

"You're right," Red whispered, his voice hoarse. "I can't."

Red didn't know whether he wanted to collapse against the wall or pull Lime back in. His whole body was a mess of contradictions—wanting more, but not understanding why he felt so off balance. "You're insane," he muttered, chest heaving.

"And you like it," Lime replied with a smirk. "Just don't take too long to figure out what you want, Red. I'm not the patient type."

They turned and walked away, leaving Red standing there, a mess of tangled emotions, his breath still shaky from the kiss. The tension between them was thick, unspoken, and Red knew—without a doubt—that this was far from over.

He only hoped he could keep his head in the game, because if Lime kept pushing him like this, there was no way he'd be able to keep his distance for long.

A/n: uffff so steaaaamyyy

-piss