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“…And you took one of the only people I loved on this server.”
What was this guy’s deal? Evourai stood next to the obsidian trap Quakitus was stuck in. Taunting the man in front of him: Sorhin.
“So are you gonna drop your items? Or is poor Quakitus here gonna end up like Midnight?” Evo teases as Sorhin’s eyebrows somehow furrow more.
This is true victory, after being humiliated over and over by those three, he was able to death ban one and bring another down to two hearts. A smug grin is stuck to the man’s face as he twirls his sword in his grip. Quakitus’ purple eyes constantly flick from the blade to Sorhin.
“…Why are you doing this?” Sorhin finally speaks, and Evo chokes out a humorless laugh.
“Why? Are we being serious, Sorhin?”
When Sorhin keeps his glare on Evo, the smile drops to something dangerously cool. His red eyes flick to the man in the prison and nicks him with the sword. Quakitus flinches and Sorhin immediately stiffens. The cocky smile returns as the grip on the previous empire guard’s sword tightens.
“Ah- Ah, don’t do anything too rash, Sorhin. Wouldn’t want your last friend on here meet the same fate as Midnight and Boomie-“
“Don’t. Say his name.” Sorhin grunts out, “You don’t deserve to say it.”
Evourai rolls his eyes, switching to his axe and juggling it absentmindedly between his hands.
“Just drop your armor. Oh, and the maces too, I know you picked up Midnight’s things.”
“Please bro, I don’t wanna die.” Quakitus finally speaks, a nervous tremor laced in his speech.
Sorhin’s face visibly softens for a moment before hardening again. The armor pieces clank uselessly on the ground as the maces are soon to follow. Evo picks them up with a sick look of triumph on his face. The elytra stays tucked within Sorhin’s inventory; he didn’t ask for it yet. Did he forget he has it?
“Well, a deal is a deal, right?” The armored man’s smile doesn’t reach his eyes as he mines the obsidian holding Quakitus in.
Quakitus barrels out with a relieved smile, Sorhin matching it until–
THUNK
Quakitus was smashed by Evourai
Quakitus left the game
One wind charge and a mace was all it took for Sorhin’s life to crumble in front of him. It took too much willpower to prevent himself from dropping to his knees. His only friend’s body fades to dusty particles, floating away into the desert they stood in.
“Ooh, what a shame! Did you really think he would get out of this alive?” Evourai says with barely contained humor.
Sorhin just stares at where Quakitus once was.
“…You’re not much of a threat right now, so I think you can go. Just remember that any friends you make to kill me will end up just like those two.”
Evo walks away for a moment, sand crunching underneath his boots. But then he stops, and a blast of wind is the only warning he gets before the totem Sorhin was holding pops. He breaks out of his stupor as a grinning man charges up for another mace attack. Another totem pops, green and yellow sparks float around the two as the assault continues.
Sorhin quickly equips Midnight’s old armor, something he numbly picked up for remembrance now making him just a hair safer. The ruthless attacks pause as Evo makes eye contact with Sorhin. Those bright red eyes are dead, he doesn’t seem to have much life in them for how much he fights to survive. His attacker just seems surprised he had another set on him, before realizing who it belonged to with a tilt of his head. He rolls back as another mace nearly hits him before he remembers: the elytra. Wings are snapped onto his back and rockets propel Sorhin into the air in mere moments. Evo’s eyes widen in surprise before he yells at the retreating form.
“Run while you can, Sorhin! But I will come back for that elytra!”
All Sorhin processes is the rockets firing and the wind blowing past him. He can’t think too hard or he’ll stumble and fall out of the sky. He’s truly alone, and to think he had a meager amount of respect for that monster. Midnight and Quakitus are gone now, taken by underhanded tactics by that cowardly man. Evourai and his ego, that damned ego ruined his life, made him lose his friends and one person he truly loved.
“…I’m so sorry Boomie, he’ll pay, he will pay for your death.” Sorhin whispers to the air.
If anyone saw the tears pricking his eyes, he’d blame the wind.
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It’s the middle of the night and Evourai is at home. The mace wielder decided to get some well deserved rest before returning to CoinMonke to pay him.
“…Pfft, as if.” Evo laughs to himself as he tucks his armor away into his inventory.
Before he was constantly being attacked, he used to put his armor on an armor stand before bed. Unfortunately, his actions have left him without that luxury, but he’s not so paranoid as to sleep with his armor on.
Evourai checks all his locks once more before finally lying down to sleep. He doesn’t think Sorhin is gonna try anything this early, but the wound is still fresh. Sorhin might come barging in here just out of grief. Then he’ll die, then Evo will be able to live peacefully on the server again. It’s with that thought he sighs and relaxes, and an easy sleep claims him.
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…
…Someone is here.
That thought awakes Evo in a jolt, but he doesn’t get far. His wrists are tied and have been wrenched above his head, likely tied to the headboard behind him. Eyes dart around the room to search for an attacker, and the moonlight illuminates the other person in the room. Evo can’t make out his face in the gloom, but he recognizes the gleam of the netherite armor.
“…You call me cheap and ambush me while I’m sleeping? This has to be a new low, Sorhin.” Evo says his name with a singsong tone, but the other man doesn’t even flinch.
Evo ignores the unnerving feeling the man is radiating before kicking the blanket off himself. He’s a little embarrassed that he’s only in his boxers and a t-shirt right now, but he really didn’t think he was gonna get jumped either! A blush crosses his face as Sorhin doesn’t even bother to hide his gaze. His legs aren’t tied, at least, so he crosses them to give himself a little decency. It’s then that his attacker finally steps closer to him, completely quiet other than the clinking of his armor.
“So it is you, was starting to doubt it with your whole quiet schtick– hey, hands off!” Evo begins to taunt before a cold hand grabs his leg.
Sorhin doesn’t move, despite the wriggling man beneath him his grasp remains firm on his knee. His eyes glance over the form beneath him with a face that screams disinterest. Evourai would be offended if it wasn’t obvious his life was in danger and he’s likely gonna be two hearts shorter if he doesn’t do something now.
Evo kicks with his free leg and manages to connect with Sorhin’s jaw. The instinctual flinch he lets out is enough for the tied man to struggle out of the other man’s hold. He fumbles with the bindings behind his head blindly as Sorhin eventually recovers, biting into a golden apple.
“You really are stupid.” Sorhin finally speaks, just watching as Evo tries and fails to escape.
Then a hand is on Evo’s neck and his writhing stops. Wide red eyes lock onto Sorhin’s mismatched ones. Evo realizes with a start that Sorhin is likely blind in that gray eye, how has he never noticed while fighting him? No pressure is being applied on his neck, but the threat lingers. His breath is ragged as Sorhin leans closer to him, grip tightening only slightly, as if to keep him from trying to headbutt him.
“ I don’t see what Boomie saw in you. He thought it was interesting that no matter what circumstances, you wouldn’t change. Whether that was your ego or lack of willingness to be selfless for once.”
Evo just stared at him, so he continued to speak.
“No, you’d rather take the most destructive and selfish path you can. It would be doing the world a favor if you were banned off the server. But I had faith in Boomie’s last judgment of you and that potential you had to be something. Now, I let you get too far.” Sorhin’s grip tightens in anger, and Evo can only let out a strangled wheeze.
He feels himself getting closer to passing out before the grip suddenly releases. Evo swallows the air and nearly coughs it all out. Stray tears fall down his face from the struggle.
Another hand is on Evourai again, and it takes a moment for his scattered brain to realize what’s happening until he hears the sound of something ripping. His shirt was in tatters in front of him, revealing the scarred chest beneath.
“Wh-What are you-“ he chokes out before aborting itself into a gasp.
A light palm rests on his thigh, a thumb digging into the meat of the inner thigh. The surprisingly gentle touch fires signals of all types of feelings into Evo’s brain. He hasn’t let anyone touch him like this before, he doesn’t know what to do. An amused huff from the man above him makes him aware of the situation again, but he can’t move.
“You know, you’re being surprisingly obedient now, you could’ve been like this the whole time and gotten into a lot less trouble.” Sorhin speaks absentmindedly as he traces circles into Evo’s thigh.
A shuddering breath leaves Evourai as his hands flex behind him. Another hand traces up from his pelvis to his stomach, then stops at his chest. A thumb plays around the nipple there before pinching it, rolling it between the thumb and index finger. The scarred man trembles under the unfamiliar touch, and embarrassingly whimpers when the other nipple meets Sorhin’s teeth. Gentle licks soothe the bite mark, teasing the sensitive skin further.
“You really shouldn’t be enjoying something like this from your enemy.” Sorhin whispers to him as the hand palming his thigh ghosts over the tent in Evo’s boxers.
Evo subconsciously thrusts into the hand over his crotch, but it retracts before he can get any real friction. The man above him clicks his tongue and backs up. An unwilling whine comes from Evo, he didn’t even know he could make noises like that until now.
“You’re being selfish even now?” Sorhin says, taking off his armor in favor of getting his own clothes off.
Evo just sits and stares at the nude figure in front of him. He’s clearly hard as well, not as unaffected as Evo first thought he was. He’s also bigger than him, he realizes with a flush. Because of course he is, just his luck. Sorhin climbs on the bed and shimmies Evo’s boxers off, the man surprisingly compliant in the process. Sorhin seems to make the same observation that Evo had prior.
“Not bad, but I’ve got you beat here, huh?” He brags as a finger drags up the pinned man’s length.
Sorhin watches his enemy shudder under the light touch, biting his lip to prevent any noise. A small amount of precum betrays the pleasure that he’s receiving. Evo weakly glares up at him, his face red and with drying tears down his cheeks. How pathetic. Boomie would’ve loved to see the state that Sorhin brought this man to.
“Mind my manners, but…” Sorhin begins as he fishes for something in his discarded hoodie pocket, “Have you done anything like this before?”
Evo’s breath hitching and widening eyes were the only answers he needed. He’s a terrible liar, and he expected him to be too proud to ever be on the receiving end. But no experience at all? That was surprising, with his face still being pretty handsome despite the large scar. Sorhin hums in response, which makes Evo look away.
That is, until a cold, wet finger prods at Evo’s entrance. He jerks up, a hand on his chest preventing him from rising further. The finger doesn’t press in, just teases around the rim as the recipient flinches from the foreign feeling.
“Wuh- Sorhun- Sorhin, wait, I-!” Evourai stumbles through his pleas as the finger finally pushes in.
It’s just the tip of his finger, but it’s being clenched on like a vice. The pad of his finger curiously explores as choked gasps come from above. When he finally manages to push the full digit in, he sees fresh tears spilling from Evo’s eyes.
“You need to relax more if you want it to go in smoothly, I can’t get another finger in otherwise, and then it’ll really suck.” Sorhin coos at the trembling figure beneath him, only slightly wriggling his finger so he gets used to the feeling.
“I can’t…I can’t–“
“Yeah, you can, if you can take a beating from a mace, some fingers shouldn’t take you down.”
Staggered breaths come out instead of a response, so Sorhin sighs and takes the hand holding his chest down away. The finger remains inside, but he shifts so that his other hand can caress Evo’s face. He wipes his tears away and the red-eyed man leans into the touch before realizing what he was doing and jerks away. Sorhin rolls his eyes before leaning forward, pressing his lips softly against Evo’s. He withdraws just as quickly and starts leaving small kisses down his jawline and neck.
“You..!” Evo starts before Sorhin takes the opportunity to capture his mouth again.
A curious tongue explores inside the other’s mouth as small noises escape from both parties. As they part, a small trail of saliva connects the two together. Sorhin wipes it away before clasping a hand around Evo’s dick, already lubed from how much it was leaking. A grunt of pleasure was all Evo was able to voice before the hand started moving. It only took a minute of jerking the man off before he came without warning, his stomach being coated with his own semen.
With a much more…relaxed Evo, he now puts more lube on his second finger and presses it into his hole. Evourai twitches, but doesn’t fight as much as he did with the first digit. After a couple minutes of scissoring the two together, he impatiently adds a third to the mix, which Evo hisses at. Seemingly coming back from his post-orgasm haze, Sorhin finishes prepping him and slides his fingers out all at once, earning him a surprised noise from the man beneath him.
“It’s my turn now, Evo, I want you to be conscious when I do this.” Sorhin teases as he grabs Evo’s face by the chin and makes eye contact.
Sorhin thinks his eyes looking dead is just a default of Evourai, but there’s a haze to it now. Whether it’s from the lack of sleep he got or the overwhelming amount of sensations he’s gotten at once, he doesn’t know nor care. Even grabbing the other man’s hip doesn’t stir that glossy look. It’s when his dick lines up with Evo’s hole and presses in that the man snaps back to life with a gasp. He doesn’t give the man a second as he fully thrusts to the hilt. Evourai thrashes beneath him, babbling nonsense as he feels unnaturally full. Sorhin parses out a few words of “please” and “too big” from the noise which only turns him on more.
“Don’t worry, I’m moving now.”
Evo nearly chokes on nothing as the penis slowly dragged itself out of him before pushing back again in a steady rhythm. It’s torture. Not in the way that it hurts, although it definitely aches. It’s that Evo actually felt good from each thrust, and occasionally Sorhin touches something inside that makes him moan and clench like a whore. It’s too much, he’s gonna cum again with his dick untouched. He can’t, he can’t cum like that for his first time. Why is Sorhin so good at hitting that one spot–
“Haugh! Sorhin, please please, huff, please- gh!” Evo’s hands uselessly clench in his bindings, begging for nothing in particular.
“Please what? I don’t think you’re in the position to beg. Speaking of…”
Sorhin uses both hands and pushes Evo’s legs back, hands now resting on the back of his knees as the man nearly gets folded on himself. The new position lets Sorhin go deeper than before, and Evo cries out in a mix of a moan and whine of pain from the stretch. Evourai’s whole body shakes as he gets fucked in the mating press, his mind working overtime to not humiliate himself further. He bites his lip to the point of drawing blood, and Sorhin kisses him again just to lick the blood from his swollen lips.
Evo opens his mouth to say anything, beg for forgiveness or convince Sorhin to let his legs down, but another sharp thrust to that spot inside has him reeling. He doesn’t even realize that pathetic noise was from him as he cums again, dirtying his stomach more and clenching hard against the invading member. But Sorhin doesn’t stop or even slow down, clearly chasing his own orgasm.
“‘M gonna cum, Evourai.” Sorhin warns, but doesn’t pull out.
Evo’s voice is gone when he tries it, so he violently shakes his head. It makes his vision spin, but he can’t have him cum inside. He’d never recover from the burning shame. But either Sorhin didn’t get it or ignored his request, as he eventually does one last thrust and stills. A broken sob comes from Evo as he feels an unfamiliar warmth build in his guts. He’s been completely dominated, and even came twice from the man on top of him. His vision gets spotty as his eyes roll back into his head.
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Evo wakes with a jolt before hissing at an unfamiliar ache. His legs feel like jelly and his wrists have stinging marks on them. His blanket is on him, but he can tell he’s completely naked, which he certainly wasn’t when he went to bed.
He turns to his nightstand and sees a glass of water along with a white paper pinned underneath it. He shakily sits himself up in his bed (why does it feel so weird to sit?) and drinks the glass of water. He picks up the paper and realizes there’s writing on it:
Evourai,
I didn’t kill you, and you still have your equipment. This is the greatest mercy I can grant you while taking my revenge. After all, even with two maces and netherite armor, no one is going to respect you on the server again.
Hopefully we meet again, I quite enjoyed last night. Even left you a souvenir on the back of this note.
-Sorhin
Evourai stares at the note in silence before realizing that it wasn’t a lust induced nightmare he made up. He cautiously turned the note around and realized the whole paper was a printed photo. Of him.
The photo was taken in the dark, but there was a camera flash that revealed everything. Evo’s eyes were rolled back and he was slick with sweat. A red flush seemed to come from his face down his neck as visible hickeys were left on his collarbone and shoulders. His hands were tied onto the headboard, and a closer look reveals the material as Evourai’s own bandana. A mess of dried cum was on his stomach as his softening dick led an obvious trail to. The person taking the picture still has his dick halfway inside Evo, but leaking around the gap was the semen they dumped inside.
Evo stared. And stared. And stared. Like the image would disappear if he stared long enough at it. Like he didn’t get off from his number one enemy fucking him.
‘He took my fucking virginity, and I came from just his dick.’ Evo thinks, crushing the paper in his hands before throwing it across the room in anger.
Whatever. He’s ‘paying’ CoinMonke, then he’s going back to hunting down Sorhin, he’s truly going to death ban him this time.
He gets up and nearly falls to the floor from how weak his legs feel. It doesn’t help that the surprised motion seems to have jostled something to leak out of him, trailing down his leg. Evo doesn’t want to acknowledge what it is, but decides a shower is in order before he leaves.
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When he finally makes it to Jude’s treehouse, CoinMonke is once again standing outside. He’s reading some sort of paper, but stops when he sees Evourai. His face looks…shocked? He knows he went on a life or death kind of mission, but Coin sounded a lot more sure of himself when he left than what his face is saying now.
“I’m back, and I killed em all.” Evo proudly says, holding the second mace he obtained in his hands.
“G-Great job, bud. They’re all death banned?” Coin questions, sounding a lot more nervous than he should.
“All except Sorhin, but he will be dead. I’m probably hunting him down after this.” Visible disdain crosses his face as Coin flinches.
He flinched at Sorhin’s name? He’s gripping that paper tighter. What is going on with him? He’s not gonna be able to kill him if he’s being so cautious, so what set him off?
“CoinMonke.” Evo says flatly. “Is-“
“Oh, you’re that one guy!” A voice calls from above the treehouse.
A rabbit-hybrid stares down curiously with bright magenta eyes. He hops down with an unusual amount of grace, maybe it comes with being a bunny. He’s famous enough for Evourai to know who he is, but he’s surprised that Jude has heard of him this quickly. Maybe the news about taking down the desert empire has already spread over here.
“JudeLow, it’s good to meet you.” Evourai says, tucking away his murderous plans in case the rabbit has a trap for him.
“Jude, wait-“ Coin begins before being cut off.
“I didn’t know this was the kind of server where you could slut yourself out, but it’s good to know!” Jude says cheerfully, and the pleasant expression Evo tried to keep drops.
“…Excuse me?”
“Hm? Is this not you?” Jude hands him a paper that looks eerily familiar.
He recognizes himself. The same picture he received this morning, but the back has different writing, even using a different pen with blue ink:
I killed a bunch of people, but if you’re strong enough to beat me, you can do whatever you want~
Just know Sorhin’s claimed me first, so don’t death ban me without letting him come watch lol
-Evourai ^_−☆
“I…” is all Evo manages to say before what Sorhin’s message truly means clicks in his head.
“No one is going to respect you on the server again.”
A shuddering breath comes out as he realizes CoinMonke has probably gotten the same paper with the same offer. How many people have seen that picture? How many people are gonna try and cash in that offer? His hands tremble in anger fear? as he takes a step back from the two in front of him.
“Oops!” Is all he hears from Jude as the solid ground beneath him disappears.
He expects death, and it nearly meets him, with his eight hearts he gasps as he’s brought down to just one. The space is cramped with armor stands, and he can’t move himself to reach his gapples. His natural saturation brought him back to two and a half, but his body aches and he feels claustrophobic.
Through the few gaps in the space, he sees JudeLow and CoinMonke standing in what looks like a crit out zone. So they’ve come to kill him now, maybe Coin really did sense he was going to kill him. But Coin looked nervous, and Jude’s face was eerily blank.
“I’m not stupid, Coin. As soon as I saw that look on his face I realized Sorhin was probably the one who sent all those photos.” Jude says, and Coin doesn’t look any more reassured.
“So why did you trap him?” He asks like Evo isn’t in there, uselessly struggling against the armor stands.
“Well,” Jude tilts his head with a grin, his ears innocently bouncing with him, “if everyone has seen him like that, it’s only a matter of time until someone comes to claim either him or his maces.”
Evo stops breaking the stands with a flinch, and Jude eyes at him like a shark smelling blood in the water.
“So we’ve just got ourselves the perfect bait for a bunch of chungies!” Jude claps happily, as if he sees this as a game.
Maybe he does. Evo feels sick, and Coin looks like Jude had the most perfect idea in the world.
“So we protect Evourai and use him as bait, and we get all the loot those guys had since they were told to fight him first!” Coin seems to have added the protection part himself, but Jude nods along anyways.
Jude finally approaches the box, and Evo naively thinks it’s to free him until Jude places down a bed.
“Well, it’s either he agrees or I say that we call Sorhin in for that whole death ban thing. Seems like they have some beef we shouldn’t get in the way of.” Jude speaks with his eyes on Evo, even if his words don’t sound like they are.
Evourai pauses as the two of them look at him for an answer. He actually gets to choose his fate, and neither are the ones he wants at all. He hangs his head in surrender and nods. He can’t even muster words right now, but Jude seems to understand and break the blocks beside him. He falls out and crashes face first onto the bed placed in front of the chamber. He raises his head and finds himself kneeling in front of Coin and Jude from the other side of the bed and freezing.
“Wow, he’s a natural at this, already propping himself up on the bed!” Jude teases before Coin elbows him hard enough for him to wheeze.
“Ow! Okay, sorry, not funny. Set your spawn, and drop your maces and armor. We’re not killing you, but you don’t really need either in your position.” Jude orders and walks away, likely to grab some materials.
They don’t seem to fear him at all, even with worse gear and weapons than him. He’s sitting here, clinging to the bed like a lifeline instead. One man that he was going to kill stares at him with pity as the other he respects sees him as nothing more than bait.
So Evourai drops his gear and maces. Because what else is he supposed to do? Go out there and meet whatever people want to…want to…
“Evo? You need to uh, set your spawn still.” Coin helpfully reminds him, and he clicks his tongue as he lays down.
His spawn is set, and his life is officially over.