Psiionic held a grim face as he was tugged onto the dank stage, which had been decorated obviously with the words "Slave Auction". The mere font style that it had been painted in held disgustingly cheerful aura about it. His rubber boots clunked against the hard wood with dull, hollow thuds as he made his way towards the display area. His eyes left a defiant red-and-blue glow around the edges of his goggles, which hid the fact that pale, translucent yellow tears were forming in the far corners of his eyes. As the caller began rapidly sputtering numbers, The Psiioniic drifted off into recent memories of the past night. A very small-but still meaningful- stain of candy red had settled into the fabric on the left leg of his suit. Psiioniic looked away, the light of his eyes beginning to pulse- a habit he had picked up only recently. The jerk of the metal chains that bound his limbs pulled Psiioniic out of his thoughts. He jerked his head violently towards the bottom of the stair case, where his new "owner" awaited him, and with another yank, he was led like a stubborn hoofbeast down to the supposed violetblood. Captor met him eye-to-eye, glaring at him with eyes of fury. Only if one knew him better, they would be able to see the fear and mourning that hid further in. He followed the shorter troll- who he had been taught beforehand to refer to as "master"- through the crowd with his shoulders slumped. Slowly and silently, the two made their way towards a rather interesting method of transportation: it was something along the lines of a horse-drawn carriage, but with slightly lower value. The violetblood opened the thick wooden door and motioned for the Psiioniic to get in. Failing to find any other options, the yellowblood cooperated, climbing in as gracefully as he could with his hands still bound. The inside was a bit more welcoming than what The Psiioniic had expected, with a pale violet rug decorating the wooden floor, which had been polished, but still remained dusty. A plush white bench was folded out on either wall, and a small, barred window allowed anyone inside to peak out at the road ahead. The lanky psychic waited until the slave owner closed the doors-decorated with intricate carvings of seashells and seahorses-before he took a seat. The carriage set off almost immediately, the rocky roads of the clifftops causing the ride to bounce and rock at every angle. Psiionic stared suspiciously out of the front window, watching as his new "master" rode, his face not revealing an expression of triumph, but instead of deep remorse. The psychic yellowblood tore his gaze away quickly, as it appeared that the rider had caught him staring. Why am ii suddenly so reluctant, Psii thought irritably. He sat there cursing himself for the next few minutes for not meeting his buyer with a more bold gaze. He would have turned back and done so, but just then, the cart began rolling to a stop. Once again, the door opened up, and the tall troll was led out. What he was met with, he could never have predicted. Before him, the towering figure of a ship danced on the ocean. The masts loomed over him like the towers of a heavily-populated city. He sat there with his mouth gaping, just as the violetblood began untieing his gag. The caped troll wasted absolutely no time in introducing himself.
"My name's Dualscar. I'd prefer to knoww yours before wwe set sail, unless you just wwant me to call you slave."
Psiioniic just stood there for several long moments, looking from the ship, to Dualscar, and back again. The fact that he would be sailing with a notorious pirate hit him like a tidal wave, and he stood with mouth gaping for several more seconds before stating stubbornly,
"There'2 no fuckiing way ii'm gettiing on that."
Dualscar just nodded his head in what was momentarily mistaken as acceptance, then responded nonchalantly. "Nice to meet you, There's no fucking wway I'm getting on that thing. Noww get the fuck on the boat."
"But-"
Psiioniic was silenced by the flick of Dualscar's wrist towards the boarding ramp. Taking a big gulp, he made his way toward ths ship, only having to take one step on the actual floors of the rocking ship before he had to throw his head over the side of the ramp.

Dualscar watched as his new slave, whom he still did not know the name of, threw himself against the side of the ramp. The violetblood couldn't help but begin laughing hysterically, his face turning a steady purple as he wheezed with delight. The look of indignance he got from the yellowblood only made him laugh harder and harder until finally, he composed himself enough to walk over to his new servant- still cackling- and give him a shoulder to lean on as they made their way on board. "So wwhat did you say your name was?"

The yellowblood replied tiredly, finally admitting to himself that the situation was a little funny.

"The name's Psiioniic."

Dualscar nodded, leaving Psiioniic to sit on a barrel on one of the lower floors, where it rocked about less, while he made his way up to the deck to set sail.

Psiioniic sat quietly on his barrel for a good few hours, silently pondering why this spoiledblood was treating him like an old family member after all of the trouble he had caused for the monarchy. With the giant ship rocking slowly, Captor soon found his stomach to be churning. With a deep, reluctant sigh, he supposed he should go to one of the upper decks and get some fresh air. It took a lot of effort and leaning on stacked boxes before he did so, but eventually, Psii managed to stand up and begin walking somewhat steadily. Letting out another sickened huff, the yellow blooded slave stood up straight, and peered around the crowded chamber until he finally spotted it: a small trapdoor leading up to one of the higher floors. A few moments and one violent tumble to the other side of the room and Psii finally managed to pull himself up onto the next floor of the ship. It was here, where the elaborate hallways and well-decorated corridors began, where Psiionic suddenly realized he had no fucking clue where he was going. For a moment he had thought about going back down and waiting in the storage, but his churning stomach forced him to do otherwise.
He picked up the pace a bit, beginning to jog around the corridors, hitting the wall every once in a while, and opening every door that he passed. He went up at least 18 stories before stumbling upon a large, wooden door, with carvings similar to what had marked the carriage doors. Psii walked up to it steadily, for this seemed to be the floor with the least violent rocking, and opened it slowly. Inside was a lovely sight: bright, white hardwood and pale violet walls with intricately carved molding. Well-designed white furniture nailed to the floor. A crystalline chandelier hung above a glorious king-sized bed, where under the dim light, it appeared someone was asleep. Not wanting to cause trouble, Psiioniic began closing the door, but just as he did so, a soft grunt caught his attention.

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He turned back towards the room, only to feel the blood rush from his face, for on the bed laid Dualscar, his shirt off and a rather large bulge where his groin should be under the covers. His eyes closed serenely, the violetblood just patted the bed next to him invitingly.
"Right on time, my dear."
Psiioniic just stared at the bed blankly for a couple moments before slowly walking towards the side where Dualscar rested. Before Psii could say anything, the violetblood's arm lashed, and Psii felt a harsh slap land on his butt. A loud, high-pitched squeak of surprise escaped him as he tried to think of what to do. Dualscar's hand did not move. "M-mii2ter Ampora..."
Dualscar's expression quickly turned to confusion as he opened his eyes. He stared in surprise at who he found standing next to his bed, his cheeks flushed with purple and his mouth opened ever so slightly as if wondering how to excuse himself out of the situation. The two trolls broke eye contact only when Psiioniic's gaze went south, to Dualscar's bone bulge- which, in fact, was not only still there, but at a far more drastic angle than before.
"ii thiink you left 2omethiing up."
Dualscar ripped away from his slave's face (Which he had actually been admiring for the past few minutes, but would not admit it) and turned to look at his bone bulge. As much as he tried to relax and stop thinking about it, he could not force it down with his hand still on Psii's butt. He retracted it back to his body and tried again, but he still couldn't clear his mind of the firmness that he had just let go of. He just looked back at Psiioniic, his bone bulge getting higher and higher.
"I, uh... I don't think I can."
Psiioniic returned the look, but this time it was different. This time, it was lustful. As much as he tried to hide it, his eyes revealed an obnoxious amount of attraction, and Dualscar couldn't help but notice the bulge between the legs of Psiioniic's suit. Finally, the yellowblood broke. He dove down into the bed, immediately going into lip-lock with Dualscar. Without a thought, he shoved in his tongue, forcing it to the roof of Dual's mouth and exploring his sharp teeth with a profound curiosity. He felt a round tongue begin slowly guiding his down towards the bottom of the mouth. Quietly, they nibbled on each other's lips, occasionally twining tongues in a tight clasp of lust. Suddenly, the top of Psiioniic's spine cooled. Although he could not hear it above the soft gasps and sweet grunts, he knew that his zipper was being opened. He broke away for a moment, leaving his partner with a light tug of the lip. He stripped himself of his suit quickly, but left his goggles on as he ran the tip of his split tongue up the side of Dualscar's abdomen. Dual bit his lip in tension, and rocked his hips longingly towards Psii as they laid side by side in bed. Finally, the yellowblood's tongue reached his neck, where he began leaving a trail of nips and kisses leading up to the bottom of his chin. Psiioniic ran his sharp fingernails up the side of the sweating violetblood's cheek, locking lips once more. They continued smothering each other in kisses and hickies until Psiioniic flipped over, his nook visible and ready. Dualscar was on top of him in less than a second. The tip of his bone bulge slid into Psiioniic's nook harshly, the discharge making it easy for him to begin rocking his hips. He began slow, keeping his head low to nibble the side of Psiionic's neck. The yellowblood gasped and rested his lips against the skin that laid just below Dualscar's fins, sucking, gasping and grunting occasionally. His hips rose and fell to match his partner's rhythm, the sides of his nook opening to accommodate Dualscar's massive bulge. Dualscar grunted in pleasure, and ran the tips of his teeth over the surface of Captor's neck, his hips rocking progressively faster, until he was fucking his partner at full-speed. The bed frame creaked loudly, in perfect synchronization with Psiioniic's loud gasping. Finally, they released, Ampora's seed spilling into Psiioniic's wet nook just before the yellowblood let out a relieved gasp.
Ampora stayed for a moment before pulling out and rolling off his partner, purple cum dribbling down the side of his bulge. Just as he began to close his eyes, Dualscar felt the weight of Captor's hands on his arms. He looked confused for a moment before he found the playful expression on the yellowblood's face. Psiioniic climbed off the bed quickly, and picked up Dualscar, shoving him against the wall. Dualscar trilled playfully, and stuck his tongue out at his partner. Catching onto the signal, Psiioniic let go of his wrists, falling onto the bed and grasping the sheets aggressively, only to hear footsteps followed by a drawer being opened. He lifted his head to look, but only managed to keep it up for a moment before Dualscar pressed it back down onto the bed. After a few minutes of impatient fidgeting, Psiioniic felt a cold, heavy sensation on his wrist. He withdrew his hands back towards his body protectively. He recognized the feeling of shackles that he had just managed to ditch far too well to let them bind him again. Dualscar put on a confused face for a few moments before he realized why Captor was so tentative. "There's nothing to wworry about, Captor. I promise."
After a couple of moments of thought, Psiioniic laid his head back on the pillow and allowed Dualscar to bind his hands to the bedposts. Once his hands were immobile, Dualscar took the opportunity to gag him, and then tie his feet down. A devious grin stretched across his face as the yellowblood's bone bulge rose again. Licking his lips, Dualscar climbed eagerly onto the bed, resting his chin between his slave's legs. Slowly, he wrapped his lips around the very tip of the yellowblood's bulge, rolling his tongue gently around it as he slowly accepted it deeper into his mouth. He allowed himself a small smile when he realized that Psiioniic' hips were beginning to arch. He began sucking quietly, gradually doing so more and more until Psiioniic's hips were arched as high as they could. Dualscar finally pulled away, staring at the pulsing yellow bone bulge for but a moment before he stated,"Now that's a bulge fit for royalty," and with a soft snicker, he lowered himself onto Psiioniic's bulge. Once again, the two went off into a sexual fit. Dualscar began bucking slowly, only allowing the very tip of his bulge to enter while Psiioniic moaned loudly beneath his gag. His hips were rocking obnoxiously, his fists clenched and toes curled. His huge bulge was almost against his stomach, and his grunts began turning into begging gasps. Finally, Dualscar began bucking at full-strength, allowing his nook to consume Captor's entire yellow bulge. He let out a loud gasp of pleasure, and continued to thrust, his hands clenching tightly around Psiioniic's hips. Psiioniic let out a series of happy grunts, and then released, leaving a fountain of yellow cum inside of Dualscar. A couple moments later, Dualscar did the same, sitting back on the bed and breathing in heavy puffs. They both sat for a moment on the bed before Dualscar began undoing the chains on Psii's limbs. Once freed, the yellowblood tore off of the bed, grabbing Dualscar by the wrists and slamming him against the wall again, more aggressive this time. Ampora immediately wrapped his legs around his slave's waist, allowing Psiioniic to start thrusting him into the wall. The two of them began groaning in pleasure, Psiioniic going faster and faster as Ampora dug his fingernails into his shoulders. Neither of them stopped as the slave leaned in to steal a quick kiss, which quickly turned into a violent fight between their tongues. As their tongues intertwined, Psiioniic lifted his partner off of the wall and planted him firmly back on the bed, where he continue bucking, harder and harder until Psiioniic finally came, Dualscar once again following him shortly after. After another few moments of panting on the bed, Dualscar crawled under the covers, inviting Psiioniic to do the same. The yellow blood nodded, and laid down next to his new master, tucking his entire body under the covers. Noticing that Captor had his head under the covers, Dualscar sat up, having only a half of a second to wonder what was going on before Psiioniic began flitting his tongue over the surface of his nook. back and forth, up and down- but not in. Ampora clasped the covers tightly, his hips lifting up ever so slightly off of the bed. He needed it. Now. "H-Hurry up. Do it. Do it noww."
Psiioniic just continued flitting for another several moments before finally, he pulled away, sat back and just smiled.
"Is that it? You're done?"
Without saying a single word, Captor climbed off the bed, and began searching for his suit.
"No! You get your ass back here, I need you. Right the fuck noww!"
Finally, Psii turned around, and was on top of him again, thrusting himself into his nook fast and quick, unlike the times he had started out slow. Once again, they began bucking at eachother, grunts and groans as loud as ever. Again and again, they thrust, until each of them came for the last time.
Once he got what he wanted, Captor finally tucked himself under the covers next to Dualscar, and curled up. With his head on the bare chest of the violetblood he had once called master, the once-powerful psychic drifted off into sleep, Ampora's hand combing through his hair gently. This was something he could live with.

There will be fluffy angst sequel to this if it's requested, because as usual, my friends' requests are making me ship things that I don't want to ship.

Happy birthday, Sarah! This was fun to write until I realized it was 4:45 in the morning and my dad was waking up and I thought my dad was going to find me writing porn. But I remembered how you wanted a smut about Dualscar x Psiioniic and I started getting all embarrassed because you're not supposed to write porn in the middle of class, so I decided I would type it! I seem to be better at typing that writing. There are a lot less wrist cramps, too. Anyway, this is my very first Homesmut, and I hope you enjoy it! (I can't believe I lost my author's virginity to this piece of shit writing Omfg.)

~Elizabeth