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“ Wowie, folks!! The Noise got yet ANOTHER hit on the fat man! He seems close to konkin’ out, but will our hero succeed??? ”

The Noise stared at the cameramen eagerly floating around the arena and gave them a cheeky wink, tightening the knot on his cape as he looked at Peppino on the other side, the two had been fighting for god knows how long, but the fat Italian seemed a lot more damaged than himself. 

The idea of victory was flooding his mind as he laughed loudly while turning to a camera that was a bit too close for his standards.

“You BET I will!!” he said in a tone that was practically bleeding with joy, he swiftly yanked out his trusted jetpack, taking a couple steps back before charging at his rival with a grin that was far too manic for anyone else's comfort. Of course -to his dismay- he went a bit too low and ended up skidding against the floor as Peppino easily jumped over him while the jets went haywire. He let out a wild yell as he bounced and flew around the arena, seeing the blur of the cameramen quickly following. 

He slid against the ground as his jetpack went flying who knows where, (he knew someone off camera would get it before it properly flew off) hopping up as quick as possible to throw a taunt at his rival, a shit-eating grin on his face as the adrenaline in his body was at an all time high. Why not fuck with him a bit, it’s fun to see the chubby Italian get riled up!

That high was quickly interrupted with a swift punch to the upper jaw, sending the mascot flying and hitting the closest wall. He rubbed his cheek only to see a few drops of blood on his glove, feeling around his mouth and realizing that the punch knocked a tooth out of him.

Oh, that fatass is going down .

He let out a heavy snarl as he got up on his feet, feeling the bruises and scratches finally start to set in as his body ached. He spat out a small amount of blood that was filling his mouth before violently charging at Peppino, rolling the two in a heavy fightball. This one in particular was rougher than the standard ‘roll around and make funny noises’ fightball, the two punching, kicking, biting- anything they could do to dish out pain to the other. Kicking up dust as they rolled around for minutes on end, yelling and cussing at each other before they ended up seemingly bouncing off one another. Standing there stunned for a moment.

The two were far more damaged than before, bruises and scratch marks coating their bodies, bits of clothes were torn and some skin was exposed as they breathed heavily. ‘ Just one more hit. ’ Noise thought to himself as excitement riled through his body, leading him to let out a loud burst of laughter. 

His laugh was interrupted with a crate falling into his hands, the measly wood breaking away to brittle as a large minigun rested in its place. A malicious grin grew on his face as his finger rested on the trigger, happily skipping to Peppino like a schoolgirl before shoving it against the Italian's fat nose.

“Looks like your screen times OVER , buddy!!!” He loudly cheered, cocking it with a sausage as he watched the look of fear on his rival's face. He drank in every bit of fear and worry Peppino had in the moment, the rush he felt in that moment was something he’s yearned for for ages..

A high, far too peppy tone felt like nails on a chalkboard to Noise’s ears,

“ THERE you are, Noisy-poo~!! ”

The mascot's eye twitched, his teeth gritting.

No .

His head snapped the other direction, seeing his girlfriend happily skip to him.

No, no, no, NO!! Not yet, not now!

That extreme rush was brought back down to a mellow mood as Noisette happily grabbed his arm, tugging him along while he watched Peppino’s face relax just slightly, obviously confused but happy he wasn't getting sausage bullets to the skull.

His yell echoed through the arena as his rival happily got the key to the next floor.

…

“What the FUCK , ‘Ette???” Noise yelled, resting on the couch backstage while she simply sighed, giving him an ice pack for his now swelling black eye.

“Toots, you know when things get too rough, I gotta pull ya offstage! And you know we ain’t really supposed to KILL that Peppino fella!” she said, her voice full of worry as she sewed up any holes in his dusty yellow outfit. He simply let out a groan and took a hard swig of water from his squeezy bottle, fuming.

“Yeah, I know that’s what i signed up for when i came to this stupid ass tower, but it ain’t fair!! I’ve been wantin’ to put that fat bastard in his place for YEARS now, only for it to be shoved in the mud??? It’s BULLSHIT !” He yelled, gesturing roughly before wincing. Damn, those bruises are really kickin’ in now.

Noisette simply sighed and rung out a wet wash rag before placing it on the back of her boyfriends neck, hearing the soft sigh of relief come out of him as he relaxed just slightly before he simply waved it off, getting up with a quiet groan of pain as he grabbed his few packs of cigarettes from the table near them.

“Where ya goin, Noisy?” She asked, seeing him simply sigh and press a quick kiss to her cheek. 

“I’m gonna go take a smoke break in the slums. I’m too mad to think straight right now.” He grumbled, walking off and silently getting in the elevator to the floor above him.

As he rested against the wall of the elevator while it rumbled and moved slowly, his tongue pressed and poked against the spot where a tooth was. 

“Mother.. fucker ..” He grumbled, “If I had the opportunity, I'd knock his ass out..”

Eventually the elevator let out a ding and opened with a loud squeak, the stench of shit and sewage barely phasing the mascot as he let out a sigh of frustration, walking out and merely plopping down on a ‘clean’ part of the floor. 

The area was disgusting, sludge and sewage among other things were always present, goop oozing out of the pipes, a weird green opaque liquid dripping from the ceiling, and the soft chorus of mouse squeaks echoing in areas of the floor. I mean, it ain’t called ‘ The Slums ’ for nothing.

With a hard flick of his lighter, he quickly brought a cigarette to his lips and lit it, inhaling and letting out the harsh smoke cloud that followed, enjoying the burn it left in his throat as he flicked the ashes collecting on the stick.

He groaned angrily, ending up snapping his cigarette in half as his fist clenched. He was so, SO close to kicking Peppino’s ass for once only to get dragged off! The mascot let out a low growl that bubbled into a frustrated yell.

His body ached in pain as he leaned against the dusty rose colored wall behind him, knowing no one would really show up around here, he simply sat and thought about things with pent up anger he couldn’t let out due to the pain he was in.

His thoughts varied from absolutely beating the shit out of the Italian, to thinking about the way his own ass got kicked. He felt fairly proud that he took as many hits as he did, silently admitting to himself that Peppino was a lot stronger than he usually expected him to be. 

His mind seemed to stick to that for a bit, remembering the look of pure rage his rival had before the fight had even started that sent a mysterious chill down his spine. As he lit up another cigarette and took a slow puff from it, he could practically feel every bruise on his body. Every hit that fatass got on him gave him a rush he didn’t expect, only fueling the fire in him to keep going. He remembered how close the two had gotten when they rolled into a fightball, feeling the way the Italian yanked on his hat and his nose, every punch to the gut and face he got in..

“..Okay, i’m focusin’ on that a little too much, now.” he mumbled to himself, simply shuddering as every word his rival had said echoed in his skull, remembering how he said a few things in Italian that Noise didn’t fully understand. He honestly liked how low and rough Peppino’s voice was, mentally taking in every little thing from the fight with a soft, shaking sigh.

Noise was the type of guy to realize something about himself and immediately struggle to ignore it until he was ready to accept it or shove it aside. So when he realizes his mind is focusing on how hyped up he was to get his ass kicked, he..kinda attempts to forget about it.

“Stupid..fuckin’ Italian…” he muttered, feeling his anger fizzle out and get replaced with something else, whether it was an odd masochistic sense of lust or what he literally couldn’t tell, but he needed to confirm if he liked what happened or not. Though, it’d be hard to simply get his ass kicked again.

Well, okay, that was an exaggeration. All the mascot had to do was find Peppino and piss him off enough to get a punch or two in and be like ‘hey thanks loser lmao imma leave now’. After an hour or so and two packs of cigs smoked down to the butts, Noise was quick to get on his feet and take a good look around. The fat man would eventually be on this floor if he wasn’t already..

As he wandered around, he bumped into something, making a fairly grossed out sound as he assumed it was a pile of shit before actually looking up.

Well, umm..Finding Peppino was easier than expected.

“Oh. it's you . Knew i heard your squeaky ass voice around here.” The Italian grumbled, clearly on his mission to get past this floor and onto the next. 

Shit shit shit he wasn’t ready to see Peppino at all yet fuck noooo-

“Tch, like i couldn’t hear your bitchy whining from a mile away, fatass.” Noise calmly responded, dusting himself off and getting up with a cheeky grin. He mentally praised himself for swallowing down the squeaking voice crack that bubbled in him as he watched his rival simply sigh, going to walk off to do who knows what.

“Hey- HEY , I was talkin’ to ya!!!” he yelled out, bouncing and rushing to get in front of the taller man and get in his way, seeing the way his eyebrow raised in questioning.

“Aren’t..You supposed to be on the third floor?” He asked, seeing the mascot simply laugh it off and poke his gut.

“And you were supposed to get a faceful of holes earlier, but here we are. Shit changes.” he spat lowly, “Gotta say, those bruises fit you pre-tty nicely. You look like you need more, though.” he continued, seeing Peppino’s fist clench just slightly. 

“Yeah, yeah, shaddap. You're gonna let me pass or what?” Peppino asked, his voice low and clearly aggravated. Noise simply laughed it off and took a large puff from his cigarette, blowing the smoke in the man's face as he coughed and fanned it away, his face scrunched up in disgust.

“I’ll letcha pass when you let me get another punch on ya. If I wasn’t as beat up as is, i’d beat the fuck outta you.” He growled softly, that spark of anger kicking back in as he heard his rival simply groan in response.

“Don’t start with me again, Noise . Just get out of my way.” Peppino spoke quietly, clearly getting fed up with the smaller man's antics while he practically spat his name out. He wouldn’t admit it, but hearing the anger in the big man's tone turned him the fuck on as he bit the inside of his cheek to calm himself down. He was getting too excited, he can't just state he wants to get his ass kicked in again!

“Or what, hm? Whatcha gonna do with those weak ass arms, tubby??” Noise responded, feeling the smile on his face grow into a wide grin as Peppino angrily slammed his hand against the wall behind him, nearly pinning him there.

“These arms clearly did something considering you’re beat to utter shit.” 

Fuck, he’s right about that.

“Yeah, you just got lucky Noisette yanked me off-stage, or i would’ve put so many damn holes in ya you’d look like a slice of fuckin’ swiss cheese!!” He spat back angrily, taking another harsh puff of his cigarette and going to blow it in the Italians face until he was roughly grabbed, forcing the mascot to look to the side as he choked on the smoke, coughing harshly with a squished face.

“Bet that hurt.” Peppino muttered, a small, smug smirk on his face as he quickly let go of his smaller rival. Watching him slowly stop coughing and wiping the small amount of drool that was dripping down his lip before he growled and roughly grabbed the Italians shirt, yanking him down to his level while putting his smoke out on his clothes, watching it easily burn a hole in the shitty tank top material. 

‘ Man, that was a clean shirt, too. ’ the Italian thought to himself, aggravated that a cig hole ruined his good shirt streak.

“Why dontcha go and get another hit on me then, fatass ?? Go on, try’n get one- I fuckin’ DARE ya to!!” Noise snarled out, feeling an excited high as he got his rival to the tipping point, he just needs one hit, just one and it’ll decide if he’s into it or no-

BAM!

Noise ended up letting out a hissed gasp as his vision spun for a brief moment, feeling a harsh pain in his nose as he realized Peppino actually got a hit on him! He bit his lip for just a moment, It went too fast, he needs another. At least one more would help, right??

“Agh..tch, T-that wasn’t anything GOOD, asshat! You can clearly hit harder than that!” He teased, egging the Italian on as he let out a soft growl, roughly grabbing his shoulder as his back softly hit the wall behind them. 

Shitshitfuckshit he’s actually mad isn’t he oh fuck he’s gunna hit hard oh god oh fuck-

“You want me to hit HARD?? Oh, I’ll give you hard !!” Peppino spat angrily, sending another swift punch at his rival's face, watching spit fly as he tensed harshly. 

He let out a groan as he felt a hard bruise start forming on his jaw, feeling the rush of adrenaline he got from it in exchange.

“You jus’ gonna hit my face or what?? You too scared to hit the rest of m-!!” Noise interrupted himself with a wheeze as the Italian surprised him with a hard hit to the gut, knocking the air out of him as he coughed.

“No. Just didn’t want to tell you.” He said with a smug look on his face as he watched the mascot cough and gasp for air as his body burned in response. Feeling the bigger guys hand roughly hold him by his mask, ending up making him hit his head against the wall as his face got way too close for comfort. His expression was damn near sadistic at this point, clearly enjoying beating his rival to absolute shit.

“Are you done yet? Or do I need to show you more?” He roughly muttered, watching as he let out a soft puff of air he unintentionally held in for far too long.

“Eat my fuckin’ ass, pasta man.” the shorter man simply spat back, giving him the same cheeky grin that makes his blood absolutely boil .

The next few punches were in all sorts of places that hurt just right, his gut, legs, arms- anywhere Peppino’s hands could get it’d hit fairly hard, earning a variety of groans of pain from Noise in response. He had to try and think about if it felt good or not before another hit would drag him out of his thoughts, struggling to hold back any type of cry in return as his gut twisted in pain. He felt close to vomiting and he hated to admit that he loved it.

As the punches, slaps, and tugs grew harder the amount of pleasure Noise felt grew higher and higher. It felt good after a while, the stinging and muted buzz of pain all over his body making his dick simply throb in delight. He was fairly surprised that the Italian didn’t catch on that he was nearly getting off to the abuse, though, he was an idiot. It was to be expected.

He let out a yelp as he fell to the floor with a quiet thud, only getting a kick in return as he whined. One of his hands hid the small tent in his outfit as he looked up at Peppino, seeing the grin on the larger man's face.

“F-fuck-” He let out a breathy whimper as he felt his rivals foot press hard against his back, smushing his face against the disgusting ground as the Italian simply laughed quietly in exchange.

“Yknow, you’re awfully happy to get your shit kicked in. Almost as if you like it.” He spat out mockingly, leaning down and simply tugging at his bright yellow mask a bit, chuckling as Noise attempted to tug it down weakly.

“M..mask stays..on, asshole..” He groaned, feeling Peppino’s foot reel back and give him another kick to the gut as he gagged heavily. His gut was swirling and clearly upset as a copious amount of drool was building in his mouth, creating a small puddle on the floor. His eyes were shining with fresh tears as he struggled to hold in anything that currently varied from moans and pleas for more to just..vomit. His body was heavily bruised as his hand rested on the Italians leg.

“You better not throw up on my foot, freak.” Peppino grumbled, hearing a whine as a mesely reply as Noise simply curled up a bit more, hearing his breathing grow short and spastic as the Italians face contorted to slight concern.

“You...uhh..okay?” he muttered softly, watching the mascot attempt to collect himself to try and respond.

“M’fine…jus’..fuckoff..” the smaller man slurred out, calming his stomach down before looking up at Peppino and flipping him off, “you gonna go soft on me..jus’ cuz i might vom? You’se pretty cute, Peppy~” he quietly teased, seeing his face contort as if to say ‘fuck you’ to the only bit of concern he had for the mascot.

Noise simply sat up just a bit, trying to calm his body down before tensing and closing his legs just a bit. Peppino hadn’t noticed the erection he was currently struggling with yet, had he?? I mean, if he actually looked close enough he’d see the stain on his groin from the amount of pre that built up after the first few minutes of abuse. 

“Yknow, I haven’t tried one thing to fuck with you yet.” Peppino said quietly as he simply kneeled down to Noise's level, seeing his brow raise just a bit before he roughly grabbed his throat, earning a pathetic yelp of surprise.

“This..This feels fairly good, I got to admit.” He muttered to himself, barely even squeezing yet as his rival's thighs clenched just slightly in response, panic began to flood the mascot's mind. He was really close, and getting violently choked out might do it for him! He doesn’t wanna get caught busting a nut to all this shit!!

“H-heyheyheyhey-!!” Noise loudly squeaked out, his hands ghosting Pep’s as his face was showing a heavy blush with a shaky smile, “y-you shouldn’t go this far! I-I mean, wouldn’t ya feel bad for little ol’ mEE-!?!” His voice strained hard as the Italian simply squeezed, not even pressing against his windpipe as he struggled softly.

“Eh, I lost that concern when you flipped me off.” He responded casually, an oddly calm look on his face as he watched his rivals’ flush red, biting his lip with his comically large buck tooth as he let out a choked groan. He didn’t want to hurt anything important, so maybe just choking him like this oughta get him to finally fuck off.

Noise felt a severe sense of panic as he saw the small smile on the Italian’s face while his airway was constricted, he struggled fairly hard, holding onto his arms weakly as his teeth grit. It genuinely felt good getting put in his place, his mind wandered to more filthy ideas that were present in his mind, ideas about being forced to apologize, Peppino’s foot grinding against his erection while he degraded him roughly.. fuck , he could barely think straight.

“S..sonuva.. bitch ..” he managed to squeak out with a fairly strained tone, his feet sliding against the floor as he attempted to get up, it was embarrassing to get off to having the everloving fuck beat out of him and want more in response!!

He let out a weak whine as Peppino’s grip tightened slowly, practically feeling the heavy bruise that’d form from it later. He looked so damn happy to finally knock The Noise down a few pegs and then some, letting out a low, dark chuckle to himself.

“ Ti stai divertendo, sporca troia? ” He asked softly, seeing Noise’s eyes widen just a bit before hearing a desperate choked sound escape his mouth. Maybe he was going a bit too far-??

It was far too hard to hold in anything anymore, his thighs were grinding at this rate to get the last bit of pleasure out while he let out a strained whine.

“Khhh.. cumm.. . ing ..” He choked out, feeling his dick give out one last throb before wet, sticky strings of cum shot out, a few strands landing on the ground, but most of it landing on his body and leaving soft stains on his outfit while he came desperately.

Wait holdon a fuckin’ second did this man fucking cum to this shit-

Peppino’s hands immediately reeled back in a sense of disgust as he watched his rival wheeze and whine, his breathing eventually slowing down as he laid there, encapsulated in his high he was coming down from..

The moment he did, however, his eyes nearly bulged out of his head in realization.

“..Shitshitshitshitshit I-I can explain-!” He rambled nervously, getting cut off as the Italian simply stared down at him with a fairly nasty expression. Fuck, he ruined it, he ruined the fun back-and-forth they were having- Ah-god dammit -

“You were getting off to this the WHOLE time???” He yelled out in sheer disbelief, doing an obvious double take as Noise weakly tried getting on his feet, raising his hand up nervously.

“I-No-??.. Yes -??? L-look!! I was thinkin’ about it a-and- well- shit - I jus’ thought i might be into that stuff b-but i didn’t expect ya to go all out on me like that a-and for me to like it-!!” He babbled, his mind in an obvious panic as he grabbed Peppino’s hand, looking away in shame.

“I-I didn’t mean to just- go and do that!! I-it just kinda- happened, yknow??” He asked, desperate to get any sort of answer from the Italian as he stood there, stunned to hell and back. 

“Ahaha!! C-Cmon, Peppino, I know you’ve s-seen worse, right ol’ buddy??” He rambled with a nervous laugh, watching the gears simply turn as he looked down at Noise, a very small smile on his face.

“...pff..” Peppino’s voice came back up and turned into quiet laughter that eventually grew into a laughing fit, suddenly slamming his hands at Noise’s sides and pinning him again.

“If I knew you were this much of a degenerate perv, I'd have done it ages ago, you nasty lil freak .” He said lowly, grinning at the shudder he got in response.

“I simply didn’t expect this from someone like you. Though, I should’ve. You seem like the type of guy to get a boner from shit like this.” He spat, watching the smaller man let out a yelp at the current feeling of his knee grinding against his groin.

“Y-you ain’t mad??” he squeaked out, whimpering at the sense of overstimulation as Peppino simply chuckled, roughly grabbing his chin and tilting his face up as he got close to his neck, hearing the way Noise’s breath hitched.

“Nah. Felt pretty good to put you in your place, if I’m going to be honest.” He said softly, enjoying the way the mascot's mind grew flustered at the fast pace of intimacy Peppino was placing down in front of him. 

“Tch, ‘course you’d like that..” Noise mumbled, hearing another chuckle out of his rival as his hands held onto Peppino’s tank top. His breathing was soft and shaky as the Italian placed a small kiss to his neck, loving how small he was in the situation. Barely even able to get a mocking word in while he let out a weak whine at every little touch.

“ sei una merda così bisognosa in questo momento. È carino~ ” He purred out softly, watching Noise squirm at the soft feeling of his knee grinding against his dick, feeling the sticky cold sensation of his cum against it. It was kinda gross, but fairly arousing to know he’d gotten off to everything that happened in the span of..what, half an hour? Maybe more?

“P-Pep- Please-” He panted out, hating the amount of need that was bleeding into his voice as he felt the Italians tongue softly press against his neck, fuck, is he really that sensative to this shit?? His mind was practically becoming mush, he wanted it to slow down but fuck it felt way too good to ask for that now-

“What, you want another hit or something?” Peppino teased, hearing the whine that followed. Pathetic little fuck.

“Y-yeah- yes, fuck- please -” Noise begged weakly, lifting two of his fingers up in a dial-like motion, “b-but not too hard, okay?” He pleaded nervously, clearly not up for as severe of a beatdown as before. The Italian simply nodded and swiping his mask off in one fail swoop, chuckling at the grumble he got in return.

“..dick.” he muttered, hating how scraggly and fluffy his hair looked from both the amount of moving his mask went through and the fact that it was washed recently. He still needs to admit to Noisette that he’d been using her shampoo-conditioner set, considering she spends a pretty penny on her hair and body care stuff..Eh, future issue for future Noise.

“Yeah, you fuckin’ wish you could have it.” The Italian mumbled under his breath as he got a good handful of the gremlins hair, giving it a hard tug and reveling in the soft moan that flooded his ears. 

“Y-you can get rougher there I-haha- i-I can take it!” The mascot desperately rambled, realizing how good it felt to be on the receiving side of well..a lot of things, currently. Peppino simply said something his ears didn’t catch onto as he was shoved onto his knees, wincing at the rough surface pressing against his legs.

He looked up at the Italian with an unintentionally pleading expression, his mind hazy and lust filling it up to its breaking point as a small bit of drool began to dribble down his chin.

" Dio, ti comporti come una tale sgualdrina, ti ho appena toccato e tuttavia implori e implori come una puttana impaziente. ” Peppino grumbled, pressing his foot against the mascot's needy little cock, enjoying how he squirmed at just the smallest touch.

“I-I can’t even tell what you're saying in your funny language but god it sounds hot as fuck-” He wheezed out, his hands wrapped around the Italians leg like a small horny dog as the Italian laughed softly, roughly grinding against the bulge. He obviously wasn’t going to do all the dirty work, causally resting a hand on his hip as he nudged his head in Noise’s direction.

“Well? Go on, you little freak. ” Peppino demanded softly, watching him raise an eyebrow before catching on as quick as his little lust-riddled brain could. He hugged the man's leg tight to his body as he ground and nearly humped against the Italians shoe, his tongue poking out comically as he panted and groaned. “Thaaaat’s it, go wild, Theodore ~” he cooed, immediately seeing the mascot moan at the sound of his name on his tongue. 

His voice was like rough sandpaper on his brain and he wanted it to grind him down to nothing but sawdust at this rate.

“ Fffffuuuuck pleasekeepsayin’mynamelikethatohpleaseplease -” He whined out, his eyes glued shut as his fingers roughly clawed at Pep’s calf. He’s so glad he went for that smoke break, all that anger and rage was practically melted from his dumb little head, only wanting to get off to his rival degrading him.

“You’re being so fuckin’ desperate right now, Theo. If any of your fans saw you, they’d assume you're some cock-hungry whore all the time off-camera~” He murmured, leaning down to pet the mascots head softly. “Bet a couple freaks would wanna get a rough fuck outta you, too. You’d want that though, wouldn’t you~?” He asked, grinning at the way Noise’s moans grew louder at the idea of being used.

“T-those dorks wouldn’t- ah - k-know what to even do to me, m-most of ‘em probably don’t even know how to fuck-!” He replied with a weak, strained voice as a heavy amount of pre oozed from the tent in his outfit. “F-Fffffuck, maybe I oughta ‘leak’ a few recordin’s one day- L-let em’ know how to mess with their idol-!” He whined in a pathetic tone, his mind swimming with the thought of being treated so roughly by a casual fan. He knew a few losers who’d desperately simp for his loud and obnoxious persona, and the thought of them absolutely destroying him.. woag ..

“P-Peppino I’m so fuckin- close I-I-” He squeaked out, looking up at the Italian with a desperate grin. “C-call me somethin’, anything jus’..make it mean, pleaseplease I-I need it-!” He begged loudly, seeing the small blush on the older mans face at how needy he’s been. 

“.. fuck , you are one messed up little man.” Peppino muttered, his voice becoming a soft whisper of surprise as he pressed harder against the twitching little dick under him, “You wouldn’t even wanna show this side of you to anyone else, so that little dream of yours is fucked. Eh, I wouldn’t mind doin’ this more though, as long as i get to kick your shit in beforehand..” He was talking to himself at this rate, hearing Theodore’s pathetic noises grow louder as he sighed.

“Pathetic little bitch . Only for me though..” He said softly, clearly planting the small, minute idea of this type of treatment only happening with someone he’s had a playful hatred for for years now. God- FUCK that turned him on the most!! The idea of this only happening’ with Pep..

“Y-yeah! F-Fuck, pleaseplease o-only you-!” He squeaked out, his tongue pathetically lolled out of his mouth as his movements grew sloppy and fast, “I-I only want you to beat the shit o-outta me, you know where to hit, where my soft spots are- ah- fuck!!” He moaned loudly, “God- just fuck me already-! make me only wanna say your stupid fuckin’ name- please -!!” 

His little fantasy went into overdrive as he let out a high pitched cry of the Italians name, cum spurting out of his dick with a harsh few twitches as his breath hitched in a damn-near manic state, most of it landing on Peppino’s shoe though, seeing the opaque liquid shine on a perfectly good shoe.. gross ..

“ ew ..” he muttered, watching the kinky little fuck come down from a high he clearly needed for a long time before kneeling and grabbing his hair. “You gonna clean that up, or..?” he asked in a slightly disgusted tone as his rival's fuzzy little head attempted to understand simple words.

It started to make sense once he shoved Theo’s face against the cold, sticky shoe though. Seeing him nod and go to wipe it up with his hand until it was softly stomped on, earning a yelp of pain from the man.

“Not with your hands.” He growled quietly, seeing the light finally click on in his mind as he reluctantly pressed his tongue against the leather and his cum stains. The Italian simply nodded and ushered to continue as the mascot continued to lap and lick up his mess, letting out small noises of disgust at the taste.

“That’s better. Good boy.” He cooed, hearing him whimper at the sudden praise as a small grin grew on Peppino’s face. “You’re doin’ a real good job, Theodore. Keep cleanin’ it up, just like that. You’re acting pretty obedient, like a dumb, little dog.” He said with a soft laugh as Noise glared at the Italian for a moment before getting back to the task at hand while his head was softly pet. God, this was absolutely humiliating ..

“shaddaup..” He slurred, lapping up the last bit of semen before his head was roughly shoved against the shoe, letting out a whine as Peppino stared down at him with a stern look.

“You’re awfully lucky I indulged your sick fetishes, you oughta thank me for it. Go on .” he stated softly, gripping the smaller man's hair fairly hard as he struggled, his tongue resting on the shoe before he let out a groan.

“ Thhhhannnk yhouuuu pehppinoooo .” He loudly spoke, tone clearly sick with the bullshit while he was let go. Weakly rubbing his jaw as he got up, “bleghh, you’d assume your cums a nasty taste, but fuck that was just gross!” He whined, stretching a bit while Peppino let out a satisfied sigh.

“Well, that was pretty fun.”

“..uh..yeah. Look, Pep, um..” Noise’s voice trailed off a bit as he looked away, catching the Italians' intrigue, “th..thanks for that. I uh..wouldn’t mind catching up at some point, maybe for some coffee?” he asked, fairly meek in the situation as the older man simply sighed and nodded. 

“Yeah, I wouldn’t mind that. Now, I oughta get goin’..I’ll see you at some inconvinient point, Theo.” He said softly, plopping his mask back into his gloved hands before walking off with a wave. Leaving Noise to his own business as he quickly tugged it back on with a small, happy grin on his face.

Ding!

Noisette let out a small gasp, rushing to the elevator doors as they opened, revealing her loving boyfriend currently beat to utter shit. In an even worse state than before!!

“Oh god, what happened to ya?!?!” She asked nervously, her face paler than a sheet as Noise let out a dopey sound of joy, plopping on the couch as she hovered over him.

“Ah, yeah i uh..dealt with some stuff, nuthin’ too bad-” he started up a good excuse before she stuffed his face with his water bottle, hearing him sputter for a moment as she gently held his hand while going on a nervous rambling tirade. He couldn’t help but feel bad, he’d been gone for a while, ‘course she’d worry.

“Hey. ‘Ette. babe .” he spoke softly, resting a hand on hers as he sighed, “I’m fine, hun. Don’t worry about it. Me ‘n tubby simply had a spat, s’all.” He explained, leaving out a lot of details as she let out a soft sigh of relief, walking off to her oven to put in whatever she was baking.

“Seems you had a bit more than jus’ a ‘spat’, Noisy-poo~” she teased, clearly noticing the large stain on his outfit as he laughed sheepishly in response. He knew she wasn’t mad at that, not even in the slightest considering their relationship was happily open for anything.

If anything, she’s upset for not being there to record everything to watch later. Eh, their boss probably recorded it all anyway, the freaky perv..

“You oughta tell me ALL the ‘deets when I’m done workin’ at the cafe!” She said with a happy sound, rushing up to him and placing a large array of kisses on his face, leaving a lot of lipstick marks as he let out a goofy sounding giggle. “Speakin’ of ‘deets, you oughta hear ‘bout the fun I had with a certain man of the law while you were gone! For a cheese slime, he’s pretty fun to chat with!” She cooed with a sassy shake of her shoulders before rushing back to her oven to make sure something was cooking or not.

“He finally started openin’ up to you’se?? Damn, that's a shocker. Thought he was the whole ‘silent type’ kinda guy.” Noise said with interest, taking another sip of his water as she nodded along, running back and plopping on the couch next to him.

“Yknow, i thought so too!! Turns out he’s quite a charmer~!” She replied happily, going on and on about how much fun she had, how cute the slime was during it all and the tip she got for the coffee, she mentioned something about ‘helping a pal during a time of need’ but that’d probably be a story for another day, the two were too tired to really continue the conversation.

The two clearly had their own type of fun for the day, cuddling up with each other while watching an old infomercial for Noise T.V to calm down and relax.