”...Any ideas on why he’s stringing her along?” Eden mutters, carefully shaving down some wood for the prosthetic. He knows Lady Degona said he shouldn’t make her one, but… if she drags her ass back here, he’s better safe than sorry. Lilith sighs. She knows Huxley better than anyone on the team, but even then she doesn’t know him very well,
“Perhapen he's tryeing to start Eh war between Das ukr Anne Das embassy...to be fair, we don't know Heim very Vell.” Eden leans back and thinks for a moment. Why would he want to start a war between nations? How would that serve him any sense of the way? “It does make mukh more sense zan him attemptink to get a ransom or kill her after all zis time.” Eden nods,
“It does, but just…it doesn’t make sense for him to do any of that. I don’t see how that’s do his advantage. How’s the deal going for you?” Lilith just groans in response. The buyers are late, and she’s a little suspicious that they’re undercover cops - So if they don’t show up in the next five minutes, she’s off. She doesn’t get paid enough to sit around in a hot car all day. Eden groans, “The fuck are you doing, Goss?” he mutters, looking over to the robot wiping off his “face”. It has to be some sort of dumb pick up line or something stupid,
“Juist washin aff yer seat.” Eden sighs and rolls his eyes. Will he ever run out of these fucking dumb lines? Where the fuck does he even get them, the internet?
“...I see. Good luck on the deal, Lilith. I’ll call you later,” Hey hangs up with lilith and puts down the arm,”...why are you actually here?” he leans back, staring at Goss curiously.
“Ye've forgotten already?” he dramatically places the back of his hand on his forehead,” why dae ye wound me sae, doctor?” Eden looks Goss up and down, thoroughly confused on the dramatics,
“...what?” he deadpans, noting the soft pink dress he’s wearing,”Did I miss the fashion show?” Goss scoffs softly. Shit, he…actually did forget. He’s not even dressed. Damn. Why’s he hurt this time?
“... Na, na. Thon's neist saturday. Ye remember the vol de nuit reservation? Today?” Eden blinks, eyes searching for something that’s not there. Oh fuck. Right the…right,
“I didn’t forget, I’ve got a change of clothes in the back.” Blatant lie. Here’s to hoping there’s something actually half decent back there, or there’ll be hell to pay. He stands,”Was just about to get changed, but…I’ve been busy.” He motions to the arm,”Though, I suppose it can wait.” He smiles,
”Well, gae on then - get dressi.Unless ye want me tae dae it.” The doctor stands, and looks Goss up and down again. He didn’t think he was a soft pink person but he supposes he doesn’t know goss too well,
“ You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he smirks, before going in the back. Shit. White button up…that’ll work. Black straight leg pants, fuck it. This can’t be it. He scrambles around, looking for something clean-ish and not disgusting smelling, which is unsurprisingly difficult for a doctor. Does he have any perfume or cologne to probably mask the smell…Goss can’t smell though…Hmm…
“Ye absolutely forgot, didnae ye?” Goss mutters, peeking in the back to see Eden staring back at him at a shockingly smart casual outfit, not really matching his whole thing but…better than what he thought,
“If you want to see me nude, it’s after the whole thing you’ve got planned. This,” He motions to Goss,”Is cheating. Also, yes.” Goss laughs, shaking a few of the cabinets, at least he was honest.

“Do you know who I am?”  A gritty, nasally voice snarls from across the room. Eden pauses, mid sip of a rum and coke. Rich assholes with daddy’s money always grinded Eden’s gears when treating service people like shit, but…he doesn’t have a horse in the race. He sips his drink before setting it down, taking a general look around the place. High vault ceilings, abstract sculptures hanging for their lives down and a very cold and unfeeling lighting. Not really his thing but…this was, in a twisted way, semi-nice,
“I am deeply sawry sur, bu' i do no' knah who you are.” The server stutters nervously, Eden’s head turning to Goss. Holy fucking shit - this is not happening. Goss is still, trying to hold back any reaction he may have. He’d rather not get him and Eden kicked out. Not that Eden would mind, honestly,
“How dare you! I’ll have you know I’m a professor of trigonometry at the Hiaths Community college in Syvaths!” Eden’s eyes widen, and he snorts, covering his mouth. It does get better. A fucking professor of a community college in the next town over! That’s what he’s trying to brag about? Eden covers his own mouth, as to not cause a commotion. Goss gently taps on the table, trying to get Eden’s attention- before trying to pretend to be the professor, all high and mighty. Eden flips him off with his free hand and shakes his head,
“You need to stop.” his hushed, nearly laughing tone making Goss proud of himself,”holy shit. Fancy places like this isn’t…really my scene but just for all that makes this an absolute win.” Goss stops Imitating the uppy man and tilts his head. Isn’t his “scene”? He’s scruffy, but he thought he had his likes nailed down solid. Apparently not.
“Whit is yer scene? four i the mornin i a denny's parkin lot?” The doctor squints at him disapprovingly,
“ Don’t knock it until you try it.” he smiles,”Don’t get me wrong, the place is nice… I suppose I don’t fit in here. I’m not a professor of fucking trigonometry.” Goss scoffs and shakes his head.

“... dad?” Olympia slips into the room, searching for the scruffy doctor. She can’t sleep, and hearing him go on about cases or his experiences…really helped. Except…he’s not here. There’s other people - elves, humans…an orc or two…all in scrubs cleaning and taking care of people. She awkwardly looks around,”Uh…sorry to intrude. Have you seen-” A Rcanus turns around and looks her over. He’s got long, braided hair with all kinds of decor, feathers, beads…beautiful,
“If sie're lookink for your father, he's day shift. He vent out somevhere. Do sie neet something, olympia?” His voice is..fairly deep, and she flusters. Doctor…Uran. Weird name. Sinhra accent as well, just like Lilith…at least that’s what Eden said about her accent,
“I-uh…no. Can I help you all at all? I can’t sleep.” He stares at her for a moment, thinking of something for her to do just so she’s out of the way,
“Zere's not mukh for a teenager to do here, zough sie koult organize your father's desk...er, vorkspake.” She nods, and heads over to where he works, taking a seat and looking over his desk. Laptop, some books…a small, scratched up old recorder. This is probably out of place, she’s never seen him use it. She slips it into her pajama pockets before gently gathering up the books and putting them back on his little book shelf. She also grabs a heavy book from the floor and stares at it, wondering what it’s used for. There’s so much she just doesn’t know about. Maybe she’ll ask him about it later.

“Is this more yer scene, doctor?” he growls quietly, relishing in Eden’s current vulnerability. Eden’s on top of him, bodies pressed together.  The doctor replies with a needy raspt, trying to pull him closer, and entangling his fingers in Goss’s neck wires. Fuck, “...Are ye sure ye want tae dae this... A dinnae want tae pressure ye int-” he murmurs before he doctor finally opens his eyes, still gently combing through the wires, pulling and teasing as he does so,
“Please. Yes.” he yearns, the hunger for something he hasn’t had for what feels like forever. Especially with someone like this. Goss’ tongue still teases Eden’s neck, ear and cheek as he tries to process what he just said more, how he said it. Sure, he’s done similar things like this to him but…the neediness and…shit. Especially with him already gunning for his wires. The anxiety of doing “a good job” starts to creep up on him, though…with the way eden is acting he’s already doing well,
“Mmm you as well? You don’t have to-” he’s interrupted by Goss’s hand skimming down to his crotch and under his boxers, his fingers too big to toy too gently with what was down there. Soft, warm and every movement makes Eden squirm and curse under his breath, still in disbelief of the absolute desperation he’s in to fuck Goss in the back of his van. He leans into goss’s neck, getting a mouthful of wires, stirring and stroking them with his tongue and lips,
“F̶̙͠u̸͖͑c̶̭̊ḱ̸̭ ̸̞̄y̷̫̏ẽ̶̹ ̵͙̎d̵̢̈ả̶̪e̷͍͝ ̷̢̈k̴̖̋ń̸͈o̸̯͑ŵ̴̙ ̵̻͘e̶̢̅x̸̣̃à̴͍c̵̜͊t̶̨͂l̷̘̈́y̵͔͊ ̵̝̏w̴̜̒h̷̻͛ì̶ͅẗ̷̲́ ̴͜͝t̶͓͂ḁ̵͆e̷̲̾ ̵̱̈́t̴̥͠o̶͖͐ủ̶̼c̷͙͌h̵̨̄ ̷̣͘d̶̢̓i̵̇͜ň̶̯ń̷̪a̴̠͊e̶͍̊ ̶̹͐y̴̜̔ẽ̴̻.” Shaky, glitched snarls follows from the giant bot intertwined with him, still stroking, back and forth- increasing force pressed down until he accidentally slips both fingers inside Eden, causing a surprised, but satisfied hum. Though, Goss wouldn’t have really noticed - absorbed in the sensation of Eden still messing with his wires, more intensely than before as his fingers begin to pound into him, causing the doctor to tense and shutter.  The giant fans on Goss’s back swell to life,whirring louder and louder as he gets more and more aroused, mindlessly plunging into Eden, the doctor trying to grab more wires - not just to pleasure but to hold on. He’s mindlessly fucked a few  in his days, but this was…something different. Why? He couldn’t tell. Passionate curses are drowned out by Goss’s cooling fans as he gets more and more wound up. Something is building up and Goss can’t pin it, but…shit did it feel good. A pit in his midsection just swelling, making it a bit harder to keep doing what he was doing to Eden. Gods…he needed more of this. A lot more. Eden knew the feeling of sensitivity heightening, and legs cramping…but wait, damn it. . A deep plunge, and Goss was…powered down? Wait whoah what the fuck. He tenses, still feeling those two, large fingers in him and waits for a moment for…anything to happen. The boot up noise alerts Eden, and he sighs, giving Goss a moment to boot back up. Jesus christ…he was that desperate and didn’t even…damn. Though shit, if he didn’t restart he probably would have cum. He shivers, not realizing Goss bit him a few times as well, and gently unwinds his fingers out from his wires, still disappointed he wasn’t able to get off. He watches Goss come back, still catching his breath. Goss sheepishly looks over eden, not sure what happened,
“S̵̲̥̈́̒o̵̤͒r̷̡͕̐̃r̵̛̟̙y̶͇̾͑ ̶̜̐͐a̶̱͉͘b̵͕̝̂̉o̸̧͋o̸̘̘͂̐ţ̵̊ ̷̞̀͝ț̵̿̓h̷̜͂o̷̻͂n̶͔̳̔͛ ̷̮̾̒Ă̶̱̼̏ ̷̡͖̈̀t̷̯̃͘h̴͎̲͑͝i̶͙̰̽̂ń̴͜͝k̷̦̿ ̶͚̈̚ͅA̸͕̬̋ ̵̢̒ğ̴̞͜ő̶ͅṫ̷̠̲̀ ̸̉ͅa̸͇͐̊ ̶̢̼̐b̵͕̂̈́i̶͇͆ṱ̵͉̉ ̷͚̥̈o̸̦̮̓̾ŵ̵̞e̴̡̹͒ŕ̶̨͋ ̶͔͆ò̷̠̺v̸̘̗͌́ė̸̲r̵̨͕̈̌w̶̛͙̯͒h̸͇̔̿è̶͙͇l̶̦͈̎̏ḿ̷̫͍i̵̬͂t̵̮̗̋͌.̷͈̩̔” Eden just smiles a bit, trying to hide his disappointment. Too damn sensitive, he curses himself. Though, this was spur of the moment.
“Ahh yeah, that’ll happen. First time cumming?” he chuckles, and Goss pauses, and thinks. Did he…actually? He can just barely hear Eden over his fans, and his tongue is back in his head,
“A̷ ̵t̸h̸i̵n̷k̴ ̸s̵a̴e̵?̶ ̴d̸i̶d̶ ̵y̶e̸.̸.̸.̵e̵r̸ ̸y̴e̸ ̵a̸n̶ ̷a̵w̸?” Eden shakes his head. Shit, he’s…already sore. Goddamn.
“ I was close, but you shut down before I could.” Goss growls, semi-irritated in himself but pauses,
“Is thon sae?” he looks over him, and gently removes his fingers, a sharp hum from eden giving him an idea,”  A suppose A'll have tae change thon, wonae A? coud A...try somethin” The doctor raises an eyebrow. Goss… having an idea? Terrifying. Especially when it came to him,
“Thouch...we will neit more space. Yer place or mine?” Eden pauses. Does he really want to lose the bet? …He’s sure he could talk his way out of losing,
“...Mine. What are you schemeing….” he narrows his eyes as Goss takes out his phone and punches in Eden’s address wordlessly. Shit, hopefully his walls are soundproof. He can’t remember,
“dinnae worry ower much aboot it, A'm sure ye'll like it.” He throws the phone gently to the side as the old, semi-refurbished van lurches to life and begins its journey to the apartment. Goss leans closer to Eden, pulling him closer,”quaisten for ye... hou did ye know the wires on ma neck are sensitive?..” Eden takes a few breaths, and stares into the indentions in Goss’s face,
“...porn.” Goss stutters, and stares at Eden, who just smirks,”...Oh, what big man? Surprised I watch porn?” Goss attempts to find his thoughts again, still speechless,”...porn, and some friends. I’ve been holding out on you, you know.” Goss’ fans kick on again, and Eden chuckles. Goss looms a bit closer,
“Whit dae ye mean 'holdin back' on me?” he snarls, flustered and attempting to save face, which only makes Eden smirk harder,
“Cat’s got your tongue big guy?” Goss finally response, wrapping a hand around Eden’s throat and getting closer to him, letting Eden feel the heat from the fans running,
“T̶w̷a̷ ̷c̵a̴n̷ ̶p̴l̶a̶y̸ ̵a̷t̴ ̶t̷h̴o̷n̸ ̵g̶a̶m̸e̷.̷ ̶A̵'̵v̸ ̸g̷o̷t̴ ̵s̵o̷m̴e̸ ̷s̴u̸r̷p̴r̷i̶s̵e̸s̷ ̸a̸n̶ ̶a̵w̴.̸.̴.̸” Eden’s still flustered but smiles,
‘You’re just saying that, aren’t you?” Goss just laughs in response and grabs the elf with one hand as the van finally stops. It was a short trip since Von de Nuit was just a couple blocks away from Eden’s apartment. Eden scrambles to button his pants as Goss gets out with him, shutting the door,
“Y̴e̴ ̸j̶u̸i̷s̸t̶ ̴w̵a̵i̶t̵,̵ ̸d̸o̵c̶t̶o̷r̶.̵ ̷A̴'̵m̵ ̶s̴u̵r̷e̵ ̴y̴e̶'̴l̷l̷ ̸l̴i̶k̸e̶ ̸m̸a̷ ̸s̶u̴r̷p̶r̶i̷s̸e̵s̷.̶” he growls, locking the door with his phone and heading immediately to the elevator. Eden pauses as the door closes. He…didn’t say anything about the-
“...how do you know I live on floor 8?” Goss doesn’t respond for a moment, thinking of his game plan,
“A̶'̷v̷ ̸b̴e̵e̴n̶ ̸h̸e̶r̴e̵ ̵b̶e̴f̸o̴r̷e̴.̵ ̴Ye dinnae remember dae ye?” Eden pauses and thinks hard as the elevator makes it’s climb up, dings and opens it’s door. Goss immediately bounds over to his apartment door, “...dae ye have yer card? Also, heads or tails. Pick ane. ” Eden blinks and shakes his head. Shit, does he know the backup code,
“...try 41686557…and heads I guess?” he does so, and the door opens, Goss bounding away into the bedroom. Looks the same as it was before, but he’s thankful. Looks a little messier though,
“Take off your pants, or I'll take them off for you.” Eden scoffs, but does so,
“Did you want a show as well, big guy?” Goss crosses his arms,
“Gin ye're offerin.” Eden chuckles and unbuttons his pants, taking them off. If he wants his boxers off, he’ll have to take them off himself. Goss stares at him and his bananadog boxers, “whit the fuck are yer underwear. Are thae...dogs?” Eden snorts, smirking at him,
“What..are you too good for banana dogs?” Goss grabs eden by his hips and raises him up to his “face”, quickly pulling down the boxers. Eden’s face going bright red,”what…what are you…Careful with…with the teeth.” the long, slick black tongue slides back out from Goss’ face, and begins to tease Eden’s thighs. His whimpers make Goss’ fans kick back on, and shudders really get him going. Deep, amused chuckles escape from him, and cause a depraved cry out of Eden as his tongue divulges deep into him. He’s got the state of mind now to see and feel him shutter and moan his name, and he’s absolutely drinking it up. Shit. He moves Eden closer to his face, plunging the tongue deeper into him, causing him to squeeze his tongue with…well, himself. Eden hiding his face with his hands, flustered and fuzzy-minded,
“H̸e̵y̴ ̵n̵o̶w̵ ̵n̶a̷ ̴h̶i̵d̴i̵n̴ ̷t̴h̸o̴n̷ ̸f̷a̸c̵e̶,̸ ̶A̷ ̴w̶a̴n̵t̴ ̵t̸a̴e̸ ̸s̴e̷e̶ ̶y̸e̷-̶ ̴i̶t̵'̴s̸ ̸o̷n̵l̵y̴ ̴f̶a̶i̸r̴.”Eden whimpers more as Goss takes a finger to hold back each hand. Shit, he could get used to this. Watching this old man turn into a puddle in the palm of his hand. Eden’s hand wrap around the fingers, his legs cramping up as shit…he’s getting close again, panting as the tongue rapidly pummels into him, trying to find the words to say but…nothing is coming to him until the build up is finally released, him gripping onto goss’ fingers as his whole body shutters. His grip loosens as Goss sets him down on the bed, and Eden pulls him down to him,
“Where the fuck did you learn how to do that? ” Goss laughs in response, being close to his neck,
“P̵o̷r̷n̴.” Eden smacks him, clearly not believing him, before putting his hands back into the wires of Goss’ neck. He growls,”W̶e̵'̵r̸e̴ ̸n̴o̶t̵ ̸d̶o̵n̷e̸ ̴h̷e̸r̴e̶ ̷a̵r̶e̶ ̶w̴e̴?̵ ̸ ̸̤̋G̷̙̉o̶̪͝õ̸̠ḋ̷̰,̶̥͗ ̷̭̌i̵̕͜'̸͚̽v̵̎ͅḛ̵́ ̴̟̋g̸͓͗o̸͕͒t̵͎̄ ̴͎́p̶̼̈l̶͓̈́e̴͛ͅn̴̿͜t̶̖́y̷̺͂ ̵̢̿î̷͇n̵̮͐ ̸̥͋s̸̭͊t̷̡̚ȯ̶̪r̷̯͌e̵͎͝”

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He could…really get used to this. Eden snuggled into him, arms wrapped around his semi-narrow waist,
“Shit.” his tone isn’t great. Goss looks down at him, laying on his back in bed,
“Whit? oh richt, na na. Dinnae worry aboot thon. It's juist a simulated, no actual-” Eden stares at him, confused. The fuck he mean ‘simulated’...OH. right. No not that.
“...what? No, not…” he sighs,”I know that, I meant the deal.” Goss pauses. What deal? Did they have a deal? He thinks for a moment, playing with Eden’s long hair as he does so,
“...Thare's na way A'v forgotten a deal we've made. Hmm.. ” He pauses for a bit, before chuckling, making eden vibrate,
“A suppose thare wis a deal. Let's...call it a tie. A'll chip i for yer ship, an gin ye want ye can chip i for the upgrade.” Eden shrugs, then nods. He is a bit salty he ended up fucking Goss…admittedly, he did call it he’d end up doing so eventually, but still,
“A tie it is, but I don’t really want the ship anymore…if I’m honest. I like my little hole in the wall. I’ll still chip in for the upgrade though.” Goss scoffs. He has been less…unhappy.
“Whit, an neist ye'll say A'm no thon annoying? where's eden, an whit did ye dae tae him?”