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Pac awoke to the thump of something hitting the floor, hearing someone curse before picking the object up again.
He notices the sound of something boiling, the bubbles of liquid popping as they rise to the surface, but not loud enough to wake somebody up.
He can hear the suction of something along with an audible click, metal lightly tapping against metal as he recognizes the noise to be Fit’s metal hand curling together.
Pac finally turns to blink his eyes open against the illuminating light of the torches, sitting up as to attach his prosthetic leg back on.
“Fit?” He says, words slightly slurring and his accent slipping in as he ends up saying the name with an audible “ch” at the end.
He can hear the click of the gas oven as it stops, and Fit’s head as he peeks his head over to see Pac sitting up against the wall.
“Pac! Sorry, did I wake you up?” He asks, half-whispering.
Pac shook his head despite the words being true, standing up to walk to the other.
He watched as Fit poured the boiling water into a glass bottle, dropping a tea bag into the bottle’s opening and screwing it shut so that the string of the bag stuck out.
“Tea?” Pac questioned, “Isn’t that the last thing you’d want to drink right now?”
He looked to the other side of the oven, noticing an array of bright red flowers that were plucked apart and separated from their stems. “Are those flowers?” He asked, watching as Fit turned his head to look at them.
“Yeah. I thought I’d try to make hibiscus tea since I didn’t want to drink the tea that we already have.” He spoke uncharacteristically soft, and Pac wasn’t sure if it was to not wake the others up or if it was because he had finally succumbed to the exhaustion that came with purgatory. He figured it was both.
“That’s… you can make tea with flowers?” He walked over to inspect the stray petals and half-broken flowers, still a bright shade of red and not yet dried, compared to the ones in the tea bag.
“You can, but this is the first time I’ve tried this, so it might not turn out so well.” Fit explained, holding the bottle in both his hands as to warm them up. He removed one of his hands, revealing a leaking shade of red to be seeping into the hot water.
Pac marveled at the sight of the flower-made tea, Fit handing him the bottle to take a closer look. “Wow,” He said, “This is really good for your first try.”
He looked from the bottle to see Fit with a similar shade of red on his cheeks, faded into his skin and spread across most of his face. “You think?” He replied nervously, taking the bottle back.
“Yeah, definitely. Mike and I tried to make tea with flowers a few times, but it never turned out this good before. We either burnt the flowers while trying to dry them or forgot to make the water hot, or… you know, we made a lot of mistakes for two people just trying to make some tea.” He laughed, to which Fit chuckled back.
“I feel ya.” He replied, looking down. “I didn’t get to do many things on 2b2t, so it’s nice that i can make tea without worrying too much.”
He played with the string of the tea bag, mixing the red pigment into the steaming water held inside of the bottle as they fell into silence, Pac fidgeting with the limp petals on the counter and Fit continuing to mix the tea. Eventually, Pac turned to Fit.
“Do you wanna go outside?” He asked, with the petals now neatly stacked over one another. “I mean, just to get some fresh air, you know?” He stuttered, looking to Fit who had closed the bottle again.
“Sure, that sounds nice.” Fit answered, following Pac as he led them out to the desolate beach, before turning to the mountain.
Pac hummed. “It would be better if we were higher up, no?” He suggested, promptly leading them up the mountain to reach the highest point possible. Fit followed immediately, trailing behind the other as they sat at the top.
He took a swig of his tea, downing a good portion of the liquid from the bottle, which would be good in any other circumstance, but he kind of wanted to savor the taste of his tea. Maybe i should have made more, He thought, before feeling his shoulder being tapped.
“Can i try some?” Pac asked, hand already outstretched to hold the bottle. Mindlessly, Fit gave the bottle of red liquid to Pac, who unabashedly took a swig similar to Fit’s, even with his mouth on the same curve of the bottle’s rim.
Does that count as an indirect kiss? Was what Fit thought instantly, before waving the suggestion away. Are you really thinking about indirect kisses while out in the open like this? His survivalistic mind told him instead, to which he glanced behind them in case there was a mob. There wasn’t.
“Here,” Pac held out the now half-empty bottle of hibiscus tea to Fit, who gladly took it and another drink. “Tastes good. Like flowers,” He remarked.
“It’s actually much sweeter than I thought. But yeah, it does kind of taste like raw flowers.” Fit observed, swishing the liquid around in it’s bottle before taking another, smaller dose of the tea.
“Fit?” Pac lilted, turning his head slightly to look at the other. “Hm?” Fit replied, mid-drink.
“Do you think that we will get the eggs back?” He looked up to the stars, which were illuminated by the dark sky compared to the always-lit quesadilla island.
“We have to. If we don’t, there was no point in being in this competition in the first place.” He answered, fidgeting with the tea bag’s string again.
“Yeah… You know, Richarlyson once told me that the stars in the sky were his dead siblings. He said that he asked Cellbit why there were so many stars in the sky if they were all eggs and he responded with ‘there is something called an omelette, son’ ” Pac chuckled, still looking to the glimmering dots in the sky.
“Anyway, my point was…” He paused, unsure. “Well… do you think that our eggs are stars?”
Fit turned to look at Pac, finally taking in the sight of the other. Mysterious burn scars and cuts littered his shoulders and arms, some of them alarmingly, perfectly spaced apart. He didn’t want to dwell on it too much.
A bigger scar burned red into his face, trailing under and around his right eye. It was ugly and dark, and had obviously not been treated correctly.
Both of his eyes had dark circles under them, even though he was probably the most well- rested out of the whole team. Fit wondered if he also had problems with waking up in the middle of the night, or if it was just the mental strain on him that never seemed to stop.
His shirt was stained and ripped apart, and although Fit quite liked the sight of Pac without his sweater much more than he’d admit, it was clear that it wasn’t some fashion choice. This was purgatory.
The island managed to be both extremely hot and cold with the challenge randomizer, and just the heat alone without the randomizer to affect it was pretty unbearable.
His hair was extremely matted and shone in an unnaturally glossy way, obvious that he’d only ever washed his hair with the salty ocean water by their base. It had grown out since the disappearance of Mike, now down to his shoulders and sticking to his neck. He should probably make Pac a hair tie.
“I mean, all we can do is hope.” Fit answered vaguely, taking another drink from his tea.
Pac hummed. “Yeah… Fit, can I ask you something?”
“Yeah?” Fit answered instantaneously. Maybe he had too much trust in the man, but who would blame him? (Many people, actually. He even would himself, as someone who lived on 2b2t for god’s sake.)
Pac looked away from the stars. “Did you have any friends in 2b2t?”
“…I mean, you can’t. It’s pretty much impossible,” Fit explained, “Unless you want to be backstabbed, you should never try to make friends in 2b2t.”
“Wait, why? Can’t people just- you know, trust each other?” Pac questioned. He sat with his feet over the edge of the cliff, kicking his legs back and forth as Fit thought.
“I mean, I guess you could, but you would have to really trust that person. Simply trusting someone you don’t know wouldn’t work at all.” He answered, taking another drink from the bottle of tea.
Pac moved to sit back with his hands holding him up against the stone. “Ohh, I see…. ” He paused. “Do you trust me?”
Fit placed the now, empty glass bottle onto the smooth stone. “Yeah…? ‘Course i do, Pac.” He affirmed, cluelessly leading himself into a trap.
“Well… what if I decided to murder you?” Pac stated. “Right now. What would you do?”
Fit looked at him confusingly. “… What do you mean by that?” He hesitated, brows furrowing. He wouldn’t… right? We made a promise, and there’s no need to anyway, Fit thought.
“I mean, I could right now. I’ve got my sword with me too.” He continued, smiling as if it was some light topic that could easily be talked about. Fit internally panicked. “You do?”
Pac laughed. “No- no, no, I don’t, I don’t.”
“… But If I did, you probably wouldn’t stop me from killing you. Would you?” He teased, giving Fit a knowing look before turning to the moon in front of them. It wasn’t a lie.
Fit stayed silent. He thought. What the fuck does he mean by that? Is he planning to kill me? God damn, I knew I shouldn’t have fallen in love with this guy. How did he even know? Well, it’s too late now. I’m way too deep in the trenches of pining to get outta this one. If he kills me, I hope I get a kiss in return or something.
He had already accepted his fate, now waiting for Pac to kill him. It was only a matter of time.
Pac turned his entire body to face him. Fit waited. “I could hold you under me and choke you to death,” He suggested, turning completely over to sit above Fit as he willingly sat back, elbows propping him up against the cold stone.
“I could sit above you and slowly drive you to death, and just when you’re about to die, I’ll come really close to you,” He set a hand onto the base of Fit’s neck, and although this was suggesting Pac choking him to death, Fit had never been more aroused by the man above him.
Blush bloomed across his face and under his neck, a stark contrast to how cold Pac’s hand was. Is this guy really about to kill me, or is he trying to make me horny? I mean, I not that I would prefer one, He argued.
“- And then, I’ll say, Te am…” He paused, blush accumulating around his eyes. “I mean, screw you!” He yelled quietly, jumping back into his original sitting position, now with an empty bottle that had pink-red residue in his hands.
“I mean, that’s what I would do if I was going to kill you.” He brought the bottle up to his lips, before realizing it was empty. He gasped the most dramatic gasp Fit’s ever heard.
“Fit! Did you really drink all of the tea?” He accused, turning his head to the other only to see him extremely flustered and confused. He pretended not to notice, but the grin was clear on his face.
“Uhm… what?” Fit replied cluelessly, sitting back up. Well I guess he didn’t kill me… Did he really just want the drink?
He snapped himself out of his thoughts. “I- I mean, yeah. Why, do you want some more? I- I can make some more… If you want.” He stuttered, still red in the face.
“No, it’s okay. Maybe later, you know?” Pac brushed off, as if what he just did hadn’t almost killed Fit himself.
“… Are you… are you serious?” He provoked. He wasn’t sure what he was mad about, but he definitely did not think Pac was going to kiss him at that exact moment he leaned in to tell him ‘Screw you’ Instead of ‘Te amo’. How could he not purposefully let that slip out?
“Hm?” Pac hummed, still smiling at the sight of Fit’s flustered face.
“Were you not about to say te amo?” Fit told off, watching as the other man seemed to blush more, but stayed silent anyway.
“… I don’t know, was I?” He asked, presumably innocently, and started to kick his legs back and forth against the edge of the cliff again.
Fit mused. There’s no way he wasn’t about to say te amo, right? There’s no way, He decided. “Well- te amo to you, too.” He embarrassingly, angrily, confessed, looking away. This is the stupidest thing I’ve ever done, He told himself. Pac turned to face him in response.
“… Does this mean I can kiss you?” He taunted, smiling. Fit huffed in response, bit leaned in to keep their faces only a few inches apart.
“I’m gonna take that as a yes,” Pac assumed, and correct he was. He closed the gap in between them, warmth filling his lips and sweet desperation overcoming Fit.
Fit leaned in, trying to get even closer as Pac hummed, satisfied. He could feel Pac start to move his hands around his thighs, bringing him back into the kiss whenever he tried to pull away to breathe.
He could taste the flavor of the hibiscus tea slathered across both his and Pac’s tongues, which wasn’t entirely appetizing when mixed with saliva, but he didn’t care.
Fit ran his hands down the other’s arms, feeling every scar and cut possible, perfectly spaced or not. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting out of his first kiss of ten years, but it was much better than he thought.
Pac seemed to hold this to him, edging his lips open to eventually slide their mouths even closer, using one of his hands to slide up his chest and around his neck, while the other stayed at his hip. It’d be kind of ironic if he choked me to death right now, Fit remarked.
Pac leaned over to sit Fit back down on the stone, breaking their lips apart to sit above him in their previous position. Only now, he wasn’t suggesting Fit’s brutal death.
“Are you gonna choke me to death?” Fit panted, half-jokingly and out of breath.
Pac marveled at the sight of the other, moving his hands up and down his hips, pleased as Fit melted into the touch. “No.” He breathed, looking him up and down. “Not unless you want me to, of course.” He said looking up to Fit’s face.
“I mean, I don’t think I’d mind, being killed right now.” Fit admitted, too pleased at every motion Pac made against him.
“Good.” Pac answered, and leaned in to kiss him again.