Have I had enough? [o, joining]

[OCTANE.]

He was in so much fucking pain. It wasn’t even good pain anymore, it was throbbing and biting into his blood and every step delivered another dosage of venom through his veins. Initially, Caustic biting down on his shoulder in a show of brute force had been fucking hot. The way the wolf’s demeanor had twisted into abject delight and emitting that deep, rumbling laughter at the discovery of his own venom. Caustic hovering over him as he watched the wound fester, touching it with his paws and pulling Octavio closer, to better observe. It was fun, to be stoned out on his cave floor from venom, head lolled to the side, tongue out, as the wolf acted as a pillow, letting Octane lay upon him. Caustic ever so dutifully watching him and transcribing verbal notes into his voice recorder. They were words and statements and observations that Octane couldn’t even begin to reciprocate or understand.

Pain was supposed to be a crescendo high, a beating heart in his ears, blood burning white with adrenaline until it was healed away in three seconds or he died and woke up in the med bay. Right now his shoulder was just continually stabbing him in the fucking chest with every step. They needed a better way to do this. Caustic was a hot stove Octane wanted to place his hands on, hold them there, but right now he couldn’t get the stove to turn on.

He hoped, moving Caustic to Tanglewood would solve most of their problems. Maybe it would make the wolf happier too, or at least, less angry. Octane adjusted the portal device on the back, the cheetah stretching out his legs with a grimace, and laying down next to Caustic, rolling onto his unbitten side, pressing against the wolf as they waited.

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