"You son of a bitch!" Slow's angry voice resonated throughout the small household.
"H-Hey, now, Slow, calm down..." Desiru tried in vain to calm the pissed-off diligence doji, "It's not good for you to-"
"I don't give a shit! Give me one good fucking reason why I shouldn't be mad at you!" Slow glared poison-dipped daggers at the lust doji.
"..." Desiru looked at the ground, growling to himself.
"...I can't believe I really trusted you. Just my luck!"
Desiru sighed and looked back up at him, "It's an absolutely stupid reason to be mad."
Slow rolled his eyes, "So you're saying I shouldn't be mad at you because you slept with a taken man? I'm sure you've ruined Rage's life as well, too!"
"Slow, We were drunk and it's my nature anyways!" He crossed his arms.
Slow's glare wavered. He couldn't argue with either points. He looked down in defeat, "Still...I can't believe you'd..." There was an off tone in his voice.
Desiru raised an eyebrow, "Slow...?"
Slow took a shaky breath, "Leave. And don't come back looking for a free fuck ever again." He turned to leave.
"..." Desiru's eyes widened, was he about to cry or something? "Why's this such a big deal?"
"Just get the fuck out."
"No. I want to know." Desiru walked towards him.
"...All you're doing is using me, right? I'm an easy target..." He turned around quickly to face Desiru, "I may be a good doji, Desiru, but I have some pride, too, you know! ...I thought...I thought you loved me..." He then left with out another word.
Desiru shook his head and started after him, "S-Slow...!" But the hallway was empty. Strange feelings ran throughout his body, and he knew exactly what they were. Regret and Heartbreak. He closed his eyes and leaned against the door frame, "What have I done...?"
Rage sat in his bed and kept his eyes closed as he heard Vice down stairs pacing. He ran a gauntlet through his hair, thinking of all the horrendous and violent things he'd do to Desiru if he survived his talk with Slow. He sighed and laid back on his bed. What did it matter if he killed Desiru? Nothing would change the situation... Vice would still hate him... Rage rolled over and groaned, "How the fuck do I get into these messes...?"
"We're evil, it's in our programming..." Rage sat up suddenly to see Vice in the doorway. The look on his face oddly calm.
"Vice...? What-?"
Vice cut him off with a meaningful look, "It's alright...I...I'm not mad anymore...It's just like last time. And..." Vice sighed and walked over to sit by Rage, "...I don't want to lose you like that again..." He laid his gauntlet on Rage's cheek. Rage sighed and leaned into his gauntlet, a little smile forming on his face, something he'd only ever do around Vice.
Desiru was just down the hall and had heard all of it. He closed his eyes and looked at the ground. He felt his body shaking a little and tried to stop himself. He leaned against a wall and sighed heavily. He wished Slow would forgive him that easily. He didn't move when he heard Rage and Vice leave the room. He didn't even move when he heard Rage growl at him and start to come towards him. He did, however, glance up when Vice stopped him.
"Stop Rage. I know you're mad, but I would really like to keep all of my underlings intact, huh?" He chuckled and pulled Rage close, who was giving him a confused look, "Besides, there's no reason for you to be mad any more..." He slid his arms around Rage and kissed him lightly.
Desiru couldn't stand it and practically ran from the scene.
Rage glanced back and chuckled, "I think that may have been better revenge then what I was planing before~..."
"Exactly~..." Vice said with a playful growl as he nipped at Rage's neck.
"You're an evil man~..." Rage said teasingly.
"Damn straight!" Vice smirked before kissing him again, "Now, lets get back into that bedroom, hm~..."
Rage smirked, "You're a sex machine, too~..."
Vice chuckled; "Whatever..." and pulled Rage back into his room.
Desiru closed his eyes as Slow slammed the front door on him without letting him say a word, "S-Slow, please..."
"..." He heard Slow sit down in front of the door.
Desiru whined lightly at the silence, "I-I can't stand this...Slow, I do love yo-"
"Well, you should have though about that before you went to that goddamn bar."
"Slow, please...I didn't even realize it till now."
Slow was silent, again. Machi watched from nearby, "Slow...don't do this to yourself..."
He pulled his knees up and buried his head in his arms, "I can't...I can't trust him...He's the lust doji...He's likely to do that again...It'll only hurt worse then..."
"Slow, please, I won't-"
"Leave, Desiru. The next time I see your face it'll be in the Hundred Machine Funeral!"
Desiru bit his lip, "I-If that's what you want..." He said with a shaking voice as he took a step back, "Slow-kun...I-I love you...!" He said quickly before turning and flying back towards his home, his jaw clenched tight to keep himself from crying, but still ended up on his master's doorstep with tear stains on him.
I like this chapter. I like sad chapters. I felt this story needed a real plot eventually and a little less total smut.
BUT, the characters still do not belong to me.
