Ash "Cinna" Jacobs + Timothy Rolfball
I understand it's weird that I finished this before Rolfashlyn (and all the others before Rolfashlyn too) but I swear that it's just because they're shorter. Rolfashlyn is one of my longer ones. This is also one of those ones where an intro to Pars is needed to understand fully what's going on and I do plan on writing a site better than the Wix one I have that lists all characters in the future so that these aren't borderline in a foreign language, so to speak.
"I'll be gone on some business." Ash was frantic as they dug through their belongings for their usual clothes; where they were going they didn't need their dress and long hair. They quickly grabbed a pair of boxers and ran down the hall to the bathroom; they nearly dropped their suspenders as they shut the door.
"Ohh, that's a shame. I'll miss you, Tim. You sure you can't send someone else for you?" They quickly slipped everything off; their gaff, their stockings, their heels, and their dress. They admired their skin and noticed a few freckles had started to form on their bridge of their nose; they had gotten a bit more filled in on their new diet and didn't look nearly as skeletal as they usually did.
"No, I just have to meet with someone. I'll be back in a day or so at most. Probably tomorrow if everything goes as planned." As they pulled on their favourite white dress shirt they could see their familiar face come back into focus. Their dark trousers seemed to fit even better than they used to and they admired their figure again; once all of this was done they'd be seeking out more vegetables and eating more than once a day. They checked the clock and shook their head; as they rushed their clothes down the hall to their bedroom they noticed Ghede and stopped him.
"What's up Ashton Kut-"
"No time. Where's Johannes?" Ghede, despite having no moving features, looked puzzled.
"My boyfriend?" Cinna blinked and asked him to be serious. "I saw him outside last. He just kinda... appears when you need him." Cinna sighed slightly but thanked him while dashing down the stairs. Taylor spotted them and debated yelling out their name, but realised it was useless when they made it through the door. One or two of the others who hung around a lot asked if they were a regular.
On Ghede's advice Ash began to search the alleyways until they found Johannes sitting in a cardboard fort. The walls and ceiling all seemed very well put together for the material and it looked like he could comfortably sleep inside without much issue. They weren't sure of his situation, but he waved and smiled up at Cinna when they approached.
"My best friend." They grimaced and asked if he was busy. "No, not at all. Just enjoying the wonderful sights and smells of the city as usual from my beautiful new home."
"I need you to help me." Johannes raised a brow and asked what they would do for him. "I haven't even asked the favour yet and you want payment."
"It would have to be something serious for you to be willing to come to me for help, Mr. Jacobs." They rolled their eye and asked what he wanted. He hummed and hawwed for a moment while they smoked a cigarette. "Tell you what. I know you're sleeping with Welch Fresh at night. I want information about his labs; I want to know if he's done any research into weirdo types like me and Ghede."
"That's all? That ain't too bad." He nodded and stated it was a good deal. "Aight, yeah. Consider it done." He looked up at them blankly before asking where they needed to go. "Outside of my bar or... outside of my apartment ideally."
"Take my hand, buddy."
Cinna wasn't an idiot. As much as Rolfball was aware "Ashlyn" was intelligent, he tried to take advantage of her still. He would omit information that they already knew to try and save face, and for what it was worth, he was mostly honest. Had Ashlyn been a real person, she would have probably tried to propose to him with how highly he praised his own morals.
Unfortunately for Rolfball, Cinna knew he could be full of shit. They knew that he was trying to catch them in a lie, and they knew that he was going to visit their home or bar to try and foil their disguise. As they unlocked their apartment, they listened closely and heard Josh fumbling with something above where Lucibus had been sleeping for a few weeks. They grimaced; they'd hoped he would have died by now.
As soon as they were inside they relocked the door to avoid any surprises. Their apartment was mostly how they'd left it. They'd paged Toyota occasionally and asked for her to check on the plants they had; judging by the state of things she'd tidied up a bit too. They quickly set to reorganising things back to how they usually had them. After setting up their minibar again they felt a little better.
"I guess..." Their voice trailed off and they stood silently. Their apartment felt foreign to them still, and it wasn't until they flicked their radio on that they felt comfortable. They slowly settled in and decided to have a drink or two. They grabbed their favourite glass but quickly changed their mind when they noticed a mason jar of apple pie moonshine. They settled in their recliner and didn't even realise when they finished their jar that an hour or two had passed.
They sat and thought hard about things. For the first time in a while they were able to drink and clear their head. As Ashlyn it was hard to justify drinking too much; if they lost control and their secret slipped it was all over for them. There wasn't an opportunity; they looked at their pack and realised that really, they were over smoking for today. They missed drinking and had replaced their usual cocktails with cigarettes. It wasn't until they had their second or third glass of moonshine did they feel like themself again. They debated whether they should cook something for a while until they heard a heavy knock on their door.
"Jacobs!" Rolfball. They stood, stretched, and slowly made their way to the door. "Jacobs, are you there?" Before he could continue pounding on the door they pushed it open slightly. He suddenly jumped back and let out a small gasp.
"Evenin', Tim." They spoke slowly and watched as his face stayed still. He scanned them up and down and they couldn't help but notice him lingering on their chest. "Mind telling me what the fuck you're doing here?"
"Is that any way to greet an old friend?" They raised a brow and asked if he was joking or not. "Been, what... two weeks since I last saw you?" They nodded, and shifted their weight onto their other leg so that he couldn't see into the apartment as easily.
"Old friends usually don't threaten each other with violence." They realised that a cigarette wouldn't be remiss but remembered they had left it on the other side of the room. They didn't trust him to not barge in and ignored the itch.
"I seem to recall you're the one who threatened me last I remember." He cracked his neck and crossed his arms as someone walked down below. The apartments were quiet with everyone gone inside of the city. Aside from Josh and Eve, they were probably the only two who were around.
"Seems like it didn't work since you're here despite my clear warning to you." He laughed and looked them up and down again. He was very interested in looking at them for some reason.
"You told me to stay away from your bar. This is your home." They rolled their eye and tried to shut the door. His foot stuck itself into place. "And I have personal business with you; this has nothing to do with your bar, Ashl-" He stopped himself. His lips pressed together tightly.
"What'd you just-"
"Asshole. Are you going to really be difficult today, you... asshole?" Cinna sighed and told him to move his foot a second. They pulled the door shut, contemplated leaving it, and worked the chain out of place. It stuck a little bit but was finally out of place once they pulled it towards them; once they were home from The Gauche they could fix it properly. He seemed to pause a moment before stepping in.
"Happy? Now what was so-" They heard the door shut behind them and the lock clicking into place. They watched him tentatively and stood up straight. He seemed to be thinking, and it wasn't until Cinna opened their mouth again did he move. All at once he began to approach them and pushed them back against the wall. His hands pulled their suspenders off of their shoulders. He pressed a hand against their chest and began to undo buttons on their shirt. "Ti-" Their voice cut itself off as they moaned out, louder than intended; his knee pressed itself firmly between their thighs.
"It's been hard on me thinking of you still out here all on your lonesome." His voice had deepened drastically. They closed their eye and lavished in the gentle rocking of pressure against their groin. With how much time they had spent as a woman they'd forgotten how nice it was to be dressed like themself. "I've been getting damn near constant reminders of you every day since our little altercation." Their hand pressed against his shoulder and yet they couldn't gently push him away like they could when they had been Ashlyn. He seemed to notice and pressed harder against their chest.
"Hey, Ti- fuck, wait!" They whimpered as he bit beneath their collarbone. "Hey, hey! No marks on my-" He pulled their shirt open and seemed to press his hands against them like he was searching. It struck them. He was making sure they weren't Ashlyn. "Hold on, ngh..." His hand clamped around their throat and they inhaled sharply.
"Just shut it, Jacobs. I came here to deal with you and I don't want to hear any more excuses." He tightened his hands as they shut their eye. They felt oddly calm despite the situation. Until he didn't let up, at least. Cinna was into the choking, but it was abundantly clear to them that he wasn't trying to be easy on them.
"The city was so cold already with you out here, and then your twin." He looked away for a moment and noticed their dress shoes by the door; he remembered seeing another pair when he was there the first night. "But now I've got you back in my sight." The floor felt less solid, or at least more slippery like it could give out at any moment. They felt their thinking grow fuzzy.
He suddenly released, and they gasped in as much cool air as they could manage. They fell to their knees and bowed forward slightly with their eye shut. Rolfball's fingers wrapped into their hair and they were pulled roughly to attention. Their hands felt too weak to grab at him or fight back; he undid his zipper and shoved them back towards the wall uncomfortably. They were trapped in a corner and Rolfball, for once, towered over them. They looked up at him.
"Not so cocky now that you're on your knees, are you Jacobs?" He dry humped their cheek for a moment as they coughed, wiping something from their eye. Their skin was flushed red from the choking and he couldn't help but want nothing more than to tear into them. He pressed the head of his dick against their lips and shuddered; they couldn't keep their mouth shut like usual and their warm, wet mouth was inviting. The slight texture of their tongue against his shaft was intoxicatingly pleasant.
They weren't hesitant or resistant, and for the most part moved on their own at first. He soaked in the pleasant feeling and put his unoccupied hand against the wall. They began to try and pull away, but he suddenly paid attention, and decided that he wasn't quite done with them. He began to thrust forward, and even while holding their hair pushed them back further until they were pressed against the wall.
Their gagging when he began to get farther barely registered to him. They were at his mercy, and he kept their hair tightly wound between his knuckles. Tears formed at the corner of their eyes as he pushed further and further. They instinctively put their hands around his ankles, but realised that that cue was incorrect. He could feel their throat tense around him and he bucked unevenly as they reluctantly bobbed their head when he thrusted deeper into their mouth.
He pulled out for a second when they patted their fist against his leg. He kept them in his grasp but let them breathe. Their eye was closed tightly, and their lips were slick with spit. A red flush, even brighter than before, was spread all across their face and he saw some tears on their cheek. Their little noises of shock, arousal, whatever, were too much for him. Rolfball pulled them to their feet.
He roughly grabbed their arms and walked them to their bedroom. Cinna stumbled and seemed to drag their feet slightly; slight protests began and stopped the entire way through the living room. They collapsed onto the bed when shoved and didn't seem to have the energy to fight against Rolfball's rough treatment.
"If I didn't know better I'd say you've been waiting for this, Ash." They whimpered as he reached around and unbuttoned their slacks, pulling them down and out of the way. He yanked their dress shirt off the rest of the way, and admired their smooth, scarred skin. Dozens of small marks dotted their back with no certain pattern; most seemed to be grazes from bullets or small knife wounds. He bent forward and grabbed their face in his hand, examining their lips. They didn't resist and with the thin layer of saliva from their lips, he slowly pushed a finger inside of them. They moaned and slid forward. "You sound even prettier than your sister; she didn't seem as into getting used like a toy."
He was stunned by how... into this they were. He'd thought they would put up more resistance, but it seemed that they were just as turned on as he was. He worked a second inside of them and slowly fingered them until they began to grasp at the sheets. He grabbed some lube for good measure from their bedside table and added a small amount to his palm; he didn't bother grabbing a condom and Cinna didn't seem all too worried about it despite watching him. The slick, clear fluid felt unwelcomingly cold compared to their mouth even warmed in his hand a second. He could still feel their tongue, rough against the underside of his cock compared to their soft lips and throat.
"So, do you want it, Ash?" They whimpered and clung to the sheets as he rubbed himself against their lower back. "Do you want me to fuck you like the little bitch that you are?" They nodded, pushing back towards him. "That's not good enough."
"Please, please Tim just fuck me already." Their voice was needy and raised in pitch. He raised a brow and examined the scar on their left arm. They began to reach a hand towards their own cock but were stopped; Rolfball grabbed their hands and pinned them behind their back.
"No, we're going to take this nice and slow." They whined and struggled slightly. He almost wished he had a collar or handcuffs to keep them in place. He considered tying their hands with his tie but didn't want to ruin it.
Rolfball slowly prodded the head of his cock against Cinna until he couldn't take it no more. He pushed in, at first just an inch or two. They shuddered out a first orgasm when he got deeper and spread their legs open a bit more. He could feel them tensing when they came and nearly finished himself. He held on and waited for them to return back to their normal breathing before moving again. He slowly began to pick up a faster rhythm as they tried to fuck themself against him. Even with their hands held behind their back they thrusted back, desperate.
"Just like that, Ash." He rested for a moment and let them take control. He still held their hands in place but enjoyed watching their muscles tense, their back arch, and their face change, pressed against the sheets. Their small gasps as they took more and more of his length were too much for him. He slowed down for a second and let go of their arms. Rolfball pulled out for a short moment and rolled them onto their back. They laid, spread out below him and he took in their body. The long, fibrous scar of a large cat was unmistakable.
"Fuck," They moaned out. Rolfball's breath hitched for a second. They looked very nice with such a desperate look on their face. He pulled them forward towards the edge of the bed more and pushed their legs back. He slowly began to move quicker once he reentered them. They used one of their hands to cover their mouth and the other to try and weakly hold onto him.
"C'mon, don't cover your mouth now, Jacobs. Let me hear you." He couldn't hide that he was close. His voice was breathy. He wasn't going to last much longer. He slowed down, but bucked forward harder and they tensed slightly. Their eyebrows furrowed deeply like they were concentrated. Their hand fell away and grabbed onto the sheet like it was the only thing that was in reach. Their hips raised and they moaned into their palm.
"Tim, fuck," he bent forward and tightened his fingers into their hair; it had gotten long in his absence. "I'm going to-" His lips pressed against theirs and they whimpered as he thrusted forward once, twice, and a final time. They whined out a final time as he bit their lip, pulling away. Their stomach was covered in a thin layer of cum, and a sheen of sweat covered the two of them. He felt their legs wrap around him and keep him there. They soaked in the afterglow and the two both panted, exhausted.
He slowly pulled out despite Cinna's protest and grabbed a towel from a hook near their bathroom. They shook their head, and slowly got up, heading in by themself. He used it to wipe the sweat from his brow and then cleaned himself off with a baby wipe from their bedside table. He heard the shower run and handed them a pair of boxers when prompted through the door. He sat on the edge of the bed until they were done, and watched them as they came out. Cinna laid behind Rolfball and stretched out; they looked like they were trying to cool off some.
The two were silent for a long moment aside from Cinna motioning for their cigarettes from the other room. He returned and they laid back, lighting up. He grabbed a glass of water for each of them and kicked his shoes off before laying beside them. It felt odd to be so comfortable despite the fact he'd come here expecting to either kill them or be killed. They sighed and cracked their neck, facing him.
"You wanna talk about it?" They ashed their cigarette and shifted a bit.
"What?" They rolled their eye and gestured broadly.
"The whole coming here, fucking me, and then acting distant." He sneered and looked away; the sun was hanging high in the clouds despite how long it felt like he’d been at their apartment. He didn’t enjoy time outside of the wall, even if it was for them.
"Let's talk about you and lying about being Ashlyn, first." They groaned and stubbed their cigarette out.
"Yeah. Okay, you know what? Fine." They sat up and stared him down. Rolfball hadn't seen them like this before. Their face was stern and filled with some sort of serious expression. "So what? I pretended to be my twin. Do you really think that's some serious offense?"
"You betrayed my trust." They frowned deeply; the wrinkle that had begun to sketch itself into their forehead the older they got was much more pronounced.
"Tell me why the hell you treated me so nicely when I was a woman compared to just now." Rolfball ignored the question.
"You took advantage of my feelings and made me look like an idiot to your friends." He felt his own face twist involuntarily. "I stood up for you. With Bacchus, Gams, Kelly... You faked an entire person and pretended to care about me."
"Who the-" They stood, grabbing a bottle from their dresser.
"Put the bottle down." They raised a brow and glared at him. "What? Can't talk to me when you're sober?" They ignored him and took a long drink before leaning against the wall.
"Who the hell are you to act like you know who I am anyways? All you've done is come here and batter me around." Rolfball's mouth tilted at the corner.
"Just like you wanted. I wouldn't have continued if you had told me no." They flinched.
"It's..." They took another long drink and set the jug down, examining themself in the mirror. Several large rose petals were adorning their shoulders and neck now. "When I was Ashlyn," they sighed, running fingers over their collarbone. "You were so soft and gentle." Their eye closed.
"We both know why. You aren't a woman, Jacobs. You are not a soft person. That isn't who you have ever been, is it?" They stood with their back to him still. Their head bowed forward slightly and they grabbed their dress shirt. The rip where their sleeve had been sliced by Fresh was only noticeable up close; Pallor had sewn it for them masterfully.
"Don't pretend like you know me, Tim. Even when you stayed here that night you kept me at arm's length." They sighed and pulled the crumpled mess of a shirt on. "Maybe it's better that way, y'know." Both Cinna and Rolfball were quiet for a long moment. The air felt electric and it seemed like if either of them moved they would be forced to speak. Rolfball caved and swung his legs off the bed.
"You don't think I want to-
"I don't want to-" The two both paused. "You first." Rolfball sighed.
"You're a hard person to care for, Ash." They listened quietly. "Especially when you don't want someone to care about you." They shrugged, examining their nails.
"I could say the same about you. I've tried for years to get close to you and you've rejected every attempt." He tried to think about it but couldn't recall any time they'd been more than aggressive to him. "All the times I would... "jokingly" flirt with you or try to invite you to have a drink with me in West Eddington."
"Teasing me with false-"
"I wasn't teasing you." They grabbed a short from their dresser and lit it. "Sorry if I don't know how to flirt with someone who seemed like they wanted to kill me every day I saw them."
He couldn't respond to that. He... he had been very unfair to them, at times. It was always business for him, and he hadn't ever thought about trying to talk to them in a friendly way. He began to think more about it. Their smiles at him when he was approaching the bar and they were having a smoke. Their back and forth in the plaza a few weeks back. The time Cinna had proposed that they start over and be friends when Rolfball told them that he was no longer permitted to visit them without bodyguards.
"We can start over, Tim."
"So, what do you propose we do, Ash?"
"Don't call me that. It's Rolfball on business, and I don't take kindly to Outsider scum getting friendly with me, Jacobs."
"We could forget this ever happened, go back to hating each other, or we could accept it happened and... continue?"
"One day I'll crack that hard shell of yours, "Rolfball". Introduce me to your new friends, why don'tcha?" They ran out of cigarette to smoke quickly with how little the short had been.
"Continue. As?"
"Well, you're the one with reservations. You've got your image to keep." They sighed and fidgeted with their sleeve. "I won't try and push you, but I'm not gonna say I don't..." They trailed off and seemed reluctant to speak about their own feelings now that they'd gotten past the hard part.
"I don't want to lose you if I'm honest." They looked up from their feet for a moment and saw him gesture for them to sit with him. Cinna sat to his left and allowed him to wrap an arm around them. They relaxed and rested their head on his shoulder. "The thought of any other bastard out there hurting you or taking you away from me is killing me."
"Someone like Gams or Fresh, or more of a...?" He quietly hissed between his teeth.
"More of a, "If anyone is going to kill them, it better be me or an act of God," kind of way." They nodded. In a way, they felt the same. They couldn't bear the thought that someone might try and take him away from them.
"Where does that leave us, then?"
"We could start labelling this once Kelly is dead and I don't have to worry about your life as much." Cinna nuzzled into his neck more, comforted by the sound of his heartbeat. He ran his thumb over their scar until he felt them wince. Over time the two both grew tired; Cinna laid down and stretched into their usual side position while Rolfball laid on his back.
"So. Me and a couple of business guys I worked with," Rolfball was swirling his cup of coffee as he spoke. "One of 'em says to us that he has this great customer Eris bot. We all look at him a little shocked, cause, y'know, he's married and all that."
"Erin's parents had one." Rolfball made a face and shrugged.
"So we go to his place cause we're curious what kind of Eris this is gonna be. When we show up, it greets us. We're all shocked and kind of ask him if this thing was programmed to do that." Cinna stirred a pot of oats and seemed pleased with the results. "He says no. So we're all confused now."
"You want any sugar?" Rolfball shook his head. He tried to avoid gazing at their neck too long.
"As we turn to go, the guy says wait, wait. Let me show you this bot is amazing. So he calls it over and orders it to start sucking him off." Cinna sat and watched him as he started to crack a smile. They couldn't help but feel warm looking at him and wondered if they were moving too fast. As he spoke they idly laughed when he looked at them for reassurance; his story was pretty funny at times but they couldn't help but be worried about the night before. They'd clammed up. They could have resolved so much tension if they just found the right words. Maybe. They weren't sure anymore if there was anything to be said that would fix it all. Rolfball wasn't as much of a firecracker as Walters was. They felt their body warm up as they thought about their fiance. Tim smiled as they pushed their hair back. The two began to discuss their plan to enter the city. It was convoluted, but it would work.