Couldn't keep away... ( INANIMATE INSANITY // LIGHTBRUSH Fanfiction )

Then come with me

the party was still going on, everyone was drinking and dancing, the night was still young. 

Pickle started drinking and as soon as he got tipsy, he went to find Knife. 

Knife was at standing at the DJ's table, where Box was supervising. 

Knife had a drink in his hand, he was staring at the rest of the party. 

Pickle walked up behind Knife and gripped his shoulders.

"Woah! There you are." Knife looked back and raised his eyebrow.

"Yeah, glad to see, me aren't you?" Pickle pulled Knife's body closer to his and made Knife put his arms around his neck. 

"What're you- NOT HERE!" Knife got all red in embarrassment as Pickle was trying to arouse him.

"Then come with me." Pickle said as motioned to the bedroom. 

Knife didn't want to seem like a bore, so he teased Pickle. 

"Why should I?" Knife grinned as he refused. 

Pickle raised one eyebrow and smirked.

He went very close to Knife's ear and whispered "So I can make you weak."

Pickle knew exactly how to tease Knife back.

Knife's lip curled, he was very aroused now. 

Trophy walked by the crowd and noticed Pickle close up against Knife and watched them.

"What the fuck are they doing." Trophy mumbled, angrily. 

Pickle ran his fingers across Knife's jaw, making him shiver to his touch. 

"You gonna come or what?"Pickle asked as he laughed at his own question. 

"Well of course you're gonna cum." Pickle said as he sighed. 

"fuck." Knife muttered under his breath. "Okay, just stop speaking. jeez."

Pickle smirked, he took Knife's hand and walked to the bedroom, chuckling the whole way there.

Trophy was still watching, he got angrier by the second. He wanted to know what was going on.

"If they're planning to do some dumb shit, I swear..." Trophy said as he put his hands in his pocket and walked outside for a smoke. 

He leaned against the wall and lit his joint. 

Paintbrush walked outside with a drink and noticed Trophy there too.

"You having fun?" Paintbrush asked mutually.

"...Yeah I suppose so." Trophy looked at Paintbrush, but blew smoke in the other direction. 

"Where's Lightbulb, didn't she come?" Trophy asked as he raised his eyebrow.

"Yeah, she got kinda wasted and fell asleep on me, so I put her to rest in my old room." Paintbrush explained as they drank the rest of their drink.

"How much did you drink?" Paintbrush asked Trophy.

"Oh, I don't drink." Trophy said, reassured. 

"Ah, you only smoke weed?" Paintbrush grinned as he motioned to the joint in Trophy's hand.

"Heh, yeah. You want a hit?" Trophy said as he passed the joint to Paintbrush. 

"Nah, Lightbulb hates when I smoke." Paintbrush said as they leaned back and put their hands in their coat pockets. 

"Damn, how do you live." Trophy chuckled softly and took another hit. 

"Well, I love her." Paintbrush grinned and looked down. 

Trophy looked at Paintbrush and paused. "Must be nice to have someone that loves you as much as you love them, huh."

Paintbrush raised their eyebrow and their lip curled. "You okay, Trophy?"

"Hm?" Trophy replied.

"Anything going on?" Paintbrush asked, concerned. 

"Huh. What, no. Everything's gooood." Trophy coughed after he took a big hit, then he laughed and got up. 

"I'll catch up with you later Paintbrush." Trophy said as he walked away. 

"Hm, okay." Paintbrush said as he watched Trophy leave. 

to be continued...