Page 41 of Gratification in Gluttony

“Get your fucking hands off me!” Rusty whisper-cried as Toni, still lying across the island, grappled at the wriggling Pyclon on the floor.

“I’m gonna pluck out all your fur, weave it into yarn, use it to crochet a fucking scarf, then choke you with it, you chubby, pink rat,” Toni bit out between his clenched teeth.

“That is so weirdly specific!” Rusty continued dodging Toni’s clawing hands, hissing up at him from his spot on the floor. “And don’t body shame me, man. That’s messed up.”

“I didn’t mean it like that! All bodies are beautiful, you little shit.” Toni finally grabbed hold of Rusty’s cut-off shirt and lifted him off the floor to seethe—quietly—in his face. “I just don’t like everything else about you.”

“Ha, choke on my fat cock,” Rusty sneered back.

“Oh, fuck.” Oliver’s groan drifted from the second bedroom, effectively ending the quiet fight.

“Was that…” Toni started.

“Probably,” Rusty answered flatly.

“You’re so hard,” Oliver’s Gymnot said, and both Toni and Rusty grimaced.

“Gross,” Rusty said.

Toni shrugged. “I mean, go Ollie, I guess?”

“I just don’t wanna hear it,” Rusty said dryly.

Realizing he was still holding Rusty aloft by his shirt, Toni released him, satisfied by the painedoomphthat burst from the Pyclon’s chest as he landed on the floor.

“Oops,” he said giddily as he crawled off the island. “Hope you didn’t break anything.”

“Shit-ass,” Rusty grumbled as he sat up, rubbing his lower back.

When Toni heard Liel instruct Oliver to come all over him, he realized he agreed with Rusty. As happy as he was that Oliver was getting some dick, Toni didn’t want to hear it.

“If you’re gonna let them fuck, then I’m smoking.” Rusty climbed to his feet and retrieved his cigarette from the floor where it had fallen during their scuffle.

“Open a window,” Toni instructed, and Rusty huffed but nodded.

Stopping in front of the guest bedroom, Toni battered his hands against the door. “Good morning, sunshine! Whatever mess you make in there, you’re cleaning up.”

“Fuck you, Toni,” Oliver whined, and Toni chuckled as he returned to the kitchen.

Rusty had opened a window, the smoke from his lit cigarette curling into the air and drifting out into the morning breeze. Toni turned on the coffee machine and searched the drawers until he found the individual pods his father always preferred over freshly ground coffee beans. But Toni couldn’t be picky, not when his head was starting to throb again.

He and Rusty ignored each other until Oliver shuffled into the living room, scratching at his bare chest. “How’s Gem?”

“Sleeping,” Toni replied as he watched the coffee stream into the waiting mug.

“If you have a bucket, you should put it next to the bed.” Rusty flicked his cigarette butt out the window. “He’s gonna be super sick when he wakes up.”

“Already did,” Toni said irritably, and Rusty rolled those pale pink eyes. Taking a sip of his coffee, he groaned in relief. “Fuck, that’s the stuff.”

His relief was short-lived when violent retching sounded from the main bedroom. They rushed to the door, Rusty pushing through first with Toni right behind him. Gem was bent over the side of the bed, vomiting into the bucket. Rusty barely blinkedas he lifted the bucket closer to Gem’s head to better catch the puke.

Toni had a strong stomach, but he was also hungover, so he had to swallow bile as he forced himself to approach the bed and place a hand on Gem’s head. “That’s it, Gemmy. Just get all that poison out. You’re okay.”

With a grimace, Gem spat into the bucket. “T-Toni? What happened?”

Unsure how to voice the violation Gem had experienced but apparently didn’t remember, Toni hesitated. Rusty had no such qualms as he said, “Some asshole slipped something into your drink.”

“What? I don’t remember.” Gem gripped his head. “Oh, fuck, my head hurts.”

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