Yogscast One Shots

{Rythnable} Needed

Lalnable's POV
It had been a while since something interesting had happened. Thinking back I think it's been about 2 years. My cell is far away from pretty much everything in the lab so the only people I saw were the ones assigned to check on me, and even then that was very few. Just the occasional scientist coming in with vegetarian food for me. I haven't tasted meat in ages and it was beginning to drive me insane. My point is, this is a big deal. I hid behind my couch so they wouldn't notice me watching. They seem to be having a struggle. There was about 5 scientists grappling with a very tall dark man. I watched the fight intently, the man appeared to be winning but I gave up hope when they stuck a syringe in him, causing him to collapse. I watched as they hauled him towards my door. He was wearing what looked like a very frayed Mage coat. He had dirty bandages covering his hands and the lower part of his arms. He had dark brown brown hair with a peculiar blonde streak at the front. His face is what intrigued me, he was wearing a scarf that covered the lower half of his face and neck, and his eyes were a vivid shade of purple that I had never seen before. They hauled him to my door and he whimpered in pain as they ripped the bandages and scarf of him, revealing deep gauges in his skin that were previously covered. They weren't normal cut marks either, they were a dark purple almost black and they seemed to be glistening. He had lost consciousness completely when they threw him into my glass cell, closing the door behind him. I approached him curiously. They had done this before, but the person had never needed to be subdued . I hauled him unceremoniously onto the couch, laying him in a more comfortable position. I clambered on next to him and started inspecting his scars. I realized that the glistening I had seen was blood oozing from the deep channels in his skin. I stared at the peculiar sight. I had seen blood plenty of times so it was nothing new to me but I had never seen blood that looked like this! It was a dark shade of purple mixed with normal red. I gently took his hand and licked. It tastes different to! There was still the normal metallic taste that I loved but mixed in was a sort of minty coolness. He tastes like enderpearls!

Rythian's POV
I awoke to a warmth next to me and a strange sensation on my hand. I slowly opened my eyes and looked down. There was a man sitting next to me licking the blood off my hand! He didn't seem to realize I had woken up so I took this chance to inspect my cell mate. He was a tall and pale, with long unkempt strawberry blonde hair that was held back with a pair of red-tinted cracked goggles. He was wearing a lab coat that was pretty filthy and seemed to have blood stains. His hair was tinted red in a few places as well. I looked back at my hand. He seemed to be cleaning it pretty well and it didn't hurt so I let him continue. I analyzed him, with every lick he paused and seemed to savor the flavor of my blood on his lips. I twitched slightly and he looked up. He tilted his head and stared at me curiously, obviously wondering if I would stop the licking. His eyes seemed to bore into my soul and I could see past the insanity in the red flecked blue orbs, to someone who was just lonely. I stared back at him calmly, wondering why he was licking me in the first place. He realized I wasn't stopping him and delicately turned my hand over so he could lick the underside of my arm. It was kind of soothing really. He finished my right arm and leaned back sighing happily. He traced the scars of my arm with a look of wonder on his face, licking his fingertips when they got blood on them.
"I'm a failed experiment. They wanted a enderman/human hybrid so they cut these scars and put ender blood on them, but it didn't have the desired effect and burned the scars into me permanently." I answered the unsaid question.
"I'm a faulty clone." He said quietly. He was kind of creepy but I didn't mind.
"Do you know why they put you in here with me?" He asked curiously, an insane smile showing on his lips. His teeth were slightly pointed and were stained purple and red from my blood.
"No, I don't." I replied, staying calm.
"Because this is were they put people they no longer need. It's like their human trashcan." He was still smiling creepily.
"So they just put us in here to die or something?" I was a bit confused.
"No, they put you in here to die. This is my permanent residence." He said matter o' factly. "They put you here because people who come in here with me don't usually come out alive." He stared at me curiously, waiting for a reaction. I just stared at him curiously. "And why is that?" I asked.
"Because I'm a cannibal." It made sense to be honest. The blood licking kind of gave it away. He stared at me wondering why I didn't have a reaction. "Then why am I not dead?" I asked simply. He replied with a look of confusion and then fear. He looked down at his hands. "I don't know." He said in wonder. "Maybe because the others were scared. They would look at me with pure terror and it scared me. I was hungry so I ate them to stop them looking at me that way. But you? You just sat there and let me taste you. Why?" "Because I'm not scared of you or death. I can't have a normal life with these scars so what's the point in continuing? I have nothing left. I look like a monster and nothing can change that." We stared at each other and he traced the scars on my jaw and lips, liking the blood from his fingers occasionally. "You taste different." He said staring transfixed at my jaw as he traced the jagged lines. "You act different." I replied. He smiled. it wasn't his normal creepy smile, it was soft and pleasant. He touched his lips, as if surprised by what he had just done. He lifted up my left hand and interlocked our fingers. He then looked back up at me, touching a scar on my cheek he smiled and said "I think they're beautiful." He got onto his knees slowly so he was more to my height then, cupping my chin with his hands, he leaned forward and kissed me. It wasn't aggressive or dominating at all, on the contrary it felt soft and kind, like a warm summer's breeze. He pulled away, getting off he knees he whispered softly "Thank you" "For what?" I asked. "For not being scared." He smiled softly and cuddled into my side, sighing happily.
And for the first time in a long while, both men felt something they never thought they'd feel again. Needed.