Rem and Ellis spent several minutes perusing the bomb shelter's inventory, and happened across a drawer that conveniently contained a nice looking striped hoody and a pair of denim shorts. Well, it contained more, but mostly dresses and no pants the seemed to fit Rem.
Ellis laughed. It looked a little strange, the hoody and the shorts on pale skin. "You look fantastic, Rem!" Ellis giggled. Rem grumbled, appreciative that they had at least found clothes, but he wasn't happy with the grey, slightly brown striped pattern of the top, and shorts were definitely not his thing.
They did give Ellis a nice view of the hunter's powerful leg muscles though, and before he knew it, he found himself running a hand along the smooth legs. Rem let an evil grin come across his face, and he flexed his leg muscles, taking pride in the awed face Ellis made.
Ellis let out a noise, like he was clearing his throat, and then stood upright. He ruffled through the countless clothing articles for a better fitting shirt, but unfortunately found only things that seemed two sizes too small for him. After they had finished taking inventory, they took a seat on the (thankfully dust free) couch and allowed themselves a while to relax.
Before he knew what had happened, Ellis had drifted off to sleep. He only closed his eyes for a second, but that was enough for him. It was only the middle of the day, yet he was still tired... Just a small nap... Rem noticed how his breathing slowed and grew steady and knew what had happened. Just like a baby, he mocked inside his head. He didn't want to wake the sleeping boy up, so he kept quiet and slipped off, climbing the stairs up into the house.
He felt stiffled, the air down there was stagnant and felt very awkward for someone so used to having air whip past you, someone used to having constant moving air around them. So he decided a break out into the air, a quick walk, or leap, was just was he needed.
He left the house, closing the door behind him and once he was outside, he paused to take in a deep breath of fresh air. Only the air wasn't fresh. It tasted astrid, the smell burned his nose, and he gagged on the breath, coughing and waving his arms at the thick smoke surrounding him. He leaped away before anything could happen, out of the dense cloud that obstructed his view and onto a nearby tree. He stared at the disipating smoke, and saw a small trail wafting into the air. It led around the house, to the back.
He let out a threatening warning sound, and then launched himself to the top of the building, instantly spotting the hunched over figure as it made an odd, shambling escape. It seemed Rem had caught the unwanted visitor red handed. He leaped, this time letting out a predatory screech that alerted the smoker to his prescence. Perhaps silence would have been better.
With quick reflexes, the smoker not only managed to sidestep the pounce, but also managed to use the hunter's momentum to pound him into the ground, face first. Rem howled in pain, standing up to find the skin on his face bruised and scratched, blood dripping down his cheek. He stood at a distance from the smoker, although he knew that in this situation, the infected would be able to attack, and he wouldn't. He had to get closer without getting caught by one of those tongues.
He crouched and tried to find an opening, the smoker also analyzing him carefully. The moment he leaped, the smoker was already one step ahead of him, and his tongue wrapped itself almost instantly around his appendages, quickly destroying any control the jump may have had, although the forward momentum carried Rem forward and he flew right into the smoker.
That didn't help though, and he was still ensared by the slimy appendage wrapped around his arms and chest, down his leg, along the inside of his thigh. He squirmed and attempted to free himself from the smoker's clutches, kicking and attempting to break the tongue with his arms, but everything he did managed to hurt no one but himself. The new clothes he had put on almost instantly became torn and dirtied as he writhed around on the ground.
"Digging the new clothes, hunter." The smoker barely managed to make his words audible. On top of the strain of speaking the infected caused, having your tongue out of your mouth also made it hard to speak, and Rem could bearly understand what was being said. "Guess you didn't like the outfit I planned, eh?" He had a sloppy, slurping sound to his voice. That was to be expected though, you know, with the tongue. Some drool dripped from the corners of his mouth as he attempted to speak.
Rem growled his response. "It was you! What did you do with my clothes?" The smoker didn't react at all, it was almost as if he hadn't understood what the man had asked him.
He didn't.
The smoker cocked his head. "Come now, let's be civilized here." Funny, coming from the way he was making himself speak, sending little bits of spittle flying through the air.
"What do you want with me!" He snarled in that strange way of communicating the infected had. But once again it seemed as if the Smoker completely disregarded what Rem had said.
"Ya know what? I don't think these new clothes suit you well enough. Maybe I'll take them too..."
Rem's eyes narrowed into tiny slits, trying to intimidate the smoker that had him with his tongue. "no! NO NO NO NO!" He suddenly began lashing out with renewed vigor, craning his head and trying to bite the tongue wrapped around his chest. "GET OFF!"
He was horrified when he felt the tongue slither around him, coming out farther from the smoker's mouth and manipulating its way around his leg, up his hip and sliding under the hem of his new hoody. It slithered up across Rem's skin, sending shivers through the infected's body.
Rem continued to howl and protest, thrash around as much as he could, but nothing he did worked. He felt the tongue slither across a sensitive nipple, and let out a whining howl, disgusted that he felt anything but horror at the moment. The tongue continued its course, and came out from the neck. It curled around the zipper, and deftly managed to slip it down, then toss it to the side.
Rem's smooth, scar ridden chest was plainly visible now, out in the open, and the cool breeze wafted across his skin, sending goosebumps across his flesh. He tossed his head around, looking for anything that could help him escape. He was reduced to begging now, begging to be let free.
"Please..." He croaked out. The smoker chuckled, a raspy sounding, throaty laugh.
"No, I'm gonna have a little fun."
He felt the tongue sliding across his chest, disgusted at the slimy trails it left, disgusted at how much of a pleasure rush he could when it brushed across his nipples. The smoker continued to tease him like this, watching the Hunter's will slowly break down. Rem was too tired to fight him off anymore. He just laid there, breathless, hopeless, scared even.
If Ellis saw this, what would he think? He felt disgusted at himself, angry at the smoker. His anger welled up once again when he felt the tongue tugging at the waistband of his pants, not bothering to unbutton them. They slipped down slowly, with much resistance from the little hunter on the ground.
But Rem could not stop it, and soon the tongue had managed to slip the denim shorts down and off his legs...
Portal 2. That is all.
