Diggy Diggy One-Shots(Yogs and Hatfilms)

Sjithian (NSFW)

TW: SMuT. blood mentioned

Title: ~Instead Of Revenge~

The rain had turned into a light mist by the time Rythian reached the coastline. Fog had moved into Sips Co., blanketing the entire compound. It was good cover for Rythian, allowing him to find a well concealed perch on the roof of the sorting facility.

He waited there, looking for some trace of Sips. He quite liked the man and didn’t want him to get in his way. But Rythian did not see Sips anywhere in the compound, even after an hour. And after an hour, Sjin returned to the sorting facility.

Rythian dropped on him at the doorway, katar drawn. Sjin reacted much more quickly than he had expected, cursing as he was tackled. He pulled his mining laser and fired point blank into Rythian’s chest plate  While no damage was done, the blast knocked the air out of Rythian’s lungs. Still, Rythian continued on, grabbing the katar by its blade. He struck Sjin in the side of the head with the pommel, knocking him unconscious.

Touching his chest gingerly, Rythian stumbled to his feet. He hauled Sjin’s limp body up and draped him over his shoulder. He then made his way across the sea to a forgotten shack he had prepared just for this.

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Rythian moved to Sjin’s side as soon as he stirred. He crouched to his right, drawing a long knife. This was not the night to use his katar; it was too efficient, too clean  a kill. Sjin squinted at him. “Rythian?” he muttered. He yanked at the ropes that bound his hands above his head. The architect spotted his nano armor in the far corner of the room, with Rythian’s gem armor piled beside it.

“Hello, Sjin,” Rythian straddled Sjin’s waist. He  pulled open Sjin’s spacesuit just enough to show the top of his chest. Rythian handled the long knife with delicate precision. Carefully, he rested the blade just below Sjin’s collarbone.

“What are you doing?” Sjin lifted his chin, swallowing nervously. “Rythian?” he repeated when the man did not immediately answer.

“You need to pay for what you’ve done.” Rythian drew the blade lightly across Sjin’s chest, opening a narrow wound. His captive hissed as blood quickly welled up in the gash.

“What?” Sjin struggled. “You aren’t really still upset about the old world, are you?” Rythian ignored him, moving the knife an inch lower. Sjin collected himself just in time to gain another cut. This time he gasped breathily, a suggestive, calculated sound. Another, deeper cut made Sjin arch his back and moan. All the while, Sjin kept his eyes fixed on the mage. Rythian paused and furrowed his brow, dissatisfied with his reactions. He had wanted to hear him scream.

“Lot like foreplay, isn’t it?” Sjin’s voice was rough with poorly masked pain. Still, his words had the desired effect. Rythian immediately pulled back.

“I don’t-” Rythian briefly struggled for words. He understood exactly what Sjin was trying to do, but he still found himself unable to cut into Sjin’s skin again. “I don’t know what you think you’re going to gain from trying to convince me to stop.” Rythian wiped the blade clean on his trousers. “The more time you spend like this, the longer you’re going to be alive.”

“I’d rather that you didn’t kill me at all,” Sjin replied. “But don’t you think there’s better ways that we could pass the time?” he shifted his hips underneath Rythian, a sly smile turning his lips.

Rythian sheathed his knife and threaded his fingers through Sjin’s hair. He yanked Sjin’s head back. “Why are you acting like this?” Rythian’s thumb strayed onto Sjin’s adams apple, fingers curling around his neck.