by inthneedyo
Onceler finished the last of his tea and stood from his chair.
Dusk was finally ending, and the thickness of the night was creeping its way into his home, his empire. Tugging at his blue, child-like pajamas, he made his way to a special flight of stairs leading to underneath his living area.
Onceler grabbed a small, flameless lantern, slowly descended into the darkness, and once down stairs, flicked on a light.
Glaring a bit at the reintroduction of bright light, he gazed at the entire reason for his being there.
For in this room, underneath his living area was a large glass enclosure; the type used in zoos or for exotic animals on display.
Onceler walked towards the large glass wall and pressed his hand against it; eyes dutifully searching the thicket of artificial foliage and habitat inside.
He didn’t have to look for too long, however.
For outstretched on a rock, off in the far corner was him; his pet.
Greed.
Onceler watched closely as the man lounged lazily, arm swung over the ledge and sleek, pinstriped tail idly swiping across the rock. With a sharp tap to the glass, Onceler caught his attention and the man sat up slowly; tail twitching in alertness. Greed raised a slender hand, gloved in the finest green silk, and tucked a few misplaced strands of hair behind his ear with a sharp smile.
After entering a brief code into the bolted door’s locking mechanism, Onceler walked into the enclosure and closed the door behind him.
Greed eyed him carefully as he approached. His piercing green irises flashed as they caught the light of the lantern and he stood to his feet to slowly creep towards him; cutting the distance short.
Onceler took the man’s form in completely; his lean musculature, smooth skin, face eerily similar to his in so many ways. Greed swung his hips intoxicatingly as he gracefully sauntered forward on the tips of toes; his fullyexposed body openly swinging with his movements. Once there, Onceler simply stared at him for a moment and tighten his lips; exhaling loudly as the man stood with his head down, obediently waiting for Onceler to make the first move.
“…You missed me.” Greed purred smugly once the man finally reached out to graze his cheek.
“Where are your clothes?” Onceler shortly replied, completely unmoved and fished his finger under the man’s expensive collar to roughly yank him closer. “Don’t tell me I wasted all that money on a suit for you just to tear up.” He felt Greed squirm and wheeze slightly and gave the collar one last firm yank before wrapping his arm around his waist and pulling him against his body.
“N-Not waste.” Greed whimpered and gazed up at Onceler. The green eyed man licked his lips slowly and parted them; flashing a small glance of his sharp, white canines, “I want another one….” he moaned and rocked into Onceler’s leg, his hardness already beginning to grow as he thought about receiving more things, “A hat too,” he lowly added, “bigger this time.”
Onceler sighed and shook his head. Unhurriedly, he combed his fingers through the man’s dark, brown hair and suddenly tightened his grip; curled his fingers inward until he could feel the tension of the man’s scalp.
Greed whimpered onto his lips and wrapped his arms around Onceler’s neck; quietly pleading in strained mewls.
“You’re never going to be satisfied are you?” Onceler chastised and kissed him; releasing his grip and lowering his arms to hitch the man further up against him.
“No.” Greed moaned into his mouth as Onceler forced his knee between his legs and hungrily deepened the kiss; wanting more.
“Never.”
Posted by greedlerandoncie in Smut/Rated M Oncest Tags: fanfiction, onceler, oncest, rated m, smut
by flymyway
He struggled to get free from the older’s hold but he found it impossible. Once ler took this as an opertunity and quickly tied him up with the Thneed. “Poor,poor Oncie. What are you going to do now. NOTHING that’s what!” The older bashed his lips into the younger’s passionately. Oncies wet blue eyes widened to this action. At first he just helplessly laid there tied up. Then he bashed his head into the olders. It hurt but at least now he could breathe. Once ler got up rubbing his forehead in pain.
“You shouldn’t have done that Once.”
His heart sped up faster as crystal tears fell from his face. “Please just ssstop. G-go away.” Once ler growled angry and clenched his hands into fists. “NO!!!” Oncie was taken back by his response. “You think I’m just going to leave because you ask me to. Well NO!” Now Oncie was crying and had a hurt expression on his face. The olders face began to relax and calmed as he slowly walked over to the younger.
“Hey I’m sorry I yelled at you. It’s just that I get frustrated when things don’t go my way. I knew better than to yell because,well youre me. But I’m not just going to leave,ok buddy.” Oncie couldnt believe his ears. His counterpartner was talking to him like he was an eight year old. “I just thought that you would like company and someone to play with.”
“How should that involve kissing me?” The older smiled. “Oh that’s where we were.” He held the youngers face in his hands and kissed him. His tounge slid into the youngers mouth. “Mph mmhm mpm.” The younger moaned in pleasure as the older carressed his cheek. He stopped kissing so he could catch his breath. He then caressed the youngers neck. He licked it up and down. “Uhng ngh please… Hunhg… Sstooop..” Instead of that Once ler kissed his neck. Then he nipped at it. Up and down. Oncie moaned in pleasure. “Ungh Ohh… Pleassse..”
He nipped at his neck one more time harder than before. Not enough to make him bleed but enough to leave a mark. “So how about we do some more shall we.”
Oh no, thought Oncie. “Relax.” The older started to tug down his shirt. Oh no!
Posted by greedlerandoncie in Multi-Chapter stories, Smut/Rated M Oncest Tags: fanfiction, onceler, oncest, rated m, smut
by flymyway
It was raining that night in the valley. The crisp cold wind whirling around the forest. Oncie had just gotten back from another day of failure. He started to doubt he was going to sell the thing. He was about to throw it away when a rather soft knock was heard. It whispered,”Oncie.” He coiled and shuddered to the sound of his awful nickname. Then he realized nobody ever came to his door except the lorax and the animals. He slowly but cautiously walked up to the door. He had a chill creep up his spine as he shivered. He slowly held the door knob and opened it. But all he saw was the pitch black darkness of the night and the rain that poured over the beautiful land.
He started to shut the door when a foot blocked him. All Oncie could see was the rather fancy shoe that was leaving an ever slightly little crack open to the world. Slowly a rather hansom figure stepped in side and shut the door behind him. Oncie admired the man’s clothing attire and keen fashion sense. It looked like something he would wear if he only had the money to afford it. “Hello Oncie.” Oncie cringed to the sound of his nickname agien. “Who are you and how do you know me?” “Well, isn’t it obvious?” Oncie tilted his head with slight reagognition. He noticed that under the sparkly blue sunglasses was a face he knew all to well. He gasped and stumbled backwards.
“What’s the matter Oncie, afraid of me, or afraid of YOURSELF?” Oncie’s eyes widened in disbelief. “How,who, where, WHY?” Once ler’s mouth snaked into a devilish grin. “Well I don’t know, why don’t you tell me.” Oncie stared sweeting and panting in confusion and stress. “I don’t know what’s going on here , this can’t be happening, it,its just not possible!” Once lers face turned into a smartalic expression. “Silly Oncie, NOTHING is IMPOSSIBLE.”
“This is agienst the laws of fisics.” Once lers grin grew angry and he growled. Oncie could now see that the older looked much more evil than the younger. His teeth were Sharp like of a monsters. Once ler threw his glasses on the bed. Oncie now noticed the olders eyes looked nothing like the youngers. They were barely white with a tint of yellowish to them, and his eyes were no longer blue, they were a nasty greenish color. They even looked more animal than human.
“Oh Oncie, stop asking all your stupid little questions.” “You can’t be me, you don’t even look like me.” That was sort of true. The eyes and mouth yes but everything else was like looking into a mirror. A replica reflection behind glass only he wasn’t in a mirror he was right there. “Oncie I can tell this is going to be the best night of your life.” Oncie gulped. What does he mean by that? He saw him grabbing his Thneed and started to come closer to him. Oncies reflexes told him to run but he realized he couldn’t. His only question was how bad can he be.
Posted by greedlerandoncie in Fluffy Oncest, Multi-Chapter stories Tags: fanfiction, fluffy, onceler, oncest
by scorpions-tale
As soon as those trees started falling, Greedler was keeping an eye out for the Lorax. But whenever he asked Oncie about it, and whenever Oncie asked his family if they’d seen anyone strange around trying to stop them, the answer was always no. Greedler thought there might be some sort of quiet sabotage going on behind the scenes, but he didn’t recall the Lorax as being the type to work quietly without saying anything. He always talked just a little too much.
But surely, if there was a Lorax in his own timeline, then there must be one in Oncie’s timeline as well, right? Everything else was consistent. Did he really come from the one unlucky timeline with the obnoxious forest guardian? He wasn’t sure whether to feel resentful or relieved.
“Oncie,” Greedler said, standing over him as he drew up his plans for the factory, “You’ve been sitting there all day, right?”
“Yeah,” Oncie said, “But don’t worry, alright? I’m working. I’m not slacking off.”
“Have you been staring out the window at all?” Greedler asked.
“Uhh…maybe a little. On scheduled breaks,” Oncie said, holding up his hands defensively, “Part of being the boss is that you get to schedule your own breaks, right? I think that’s perfectly fair.”
“This isn’t about you slacking off,” Greedler said, “While you were looking out there, did you see anything strange?”
“No, not really,” Oncie said, “I mean, not anything stranger than my family usually is.”
“No strange little creatures running around?” Greedler said, eyebrow raised.
“Nope, just the regular forest fauna,” Oncie said, “Unless you’re really concerned about the humming fish. They are pretty noisy, I guess.”
“No, I don’t care about them,” Greedler said, “If you see any strange-looking animals, you just let me know, alright?”
“Okay,” Oncie said, “Sometimes I wish I knew what you were so paranoid about right now.”
“It’s not paranoia if it’s valid!” Greedler said, “And no, you really don’t want to know. Trust me, you really don’t. It’s just an annoyance trying to get you to feel bad for cutting down a bunch of trees.”
“Oh,” Oncie said, “How come?”
“Some people are strange. Some people think trees have feelings,” Greedler said.
Oncie blinked and tilted his head to the side, “Do they?”
“No, idiot,” Greedler said, “They’re trees.”
“Okay. Good. Didn’t think so,” Oncie said, “I’ll tell you if I see any nutjobs running around, okay? I said I wouldn’t keep it from you if anyone tries to talk to me.”
“What if they tell you not to tell me?” Greedler said.
“Well, who are they to tell me what to do?” Oncie said, “I can make my own decisions.”
“I agree, as long as the decision you’re going to make involves telling me,” Greedler said, “Even if someone’s nice and pretends to be your friend. They’re not. They’re really not.”
“No one’s talked to me all day except mom,” Oncie said, “Don’t you trust me?”
“I want to, but sometimes you’re a little bit gullible,” Greedler said (and by ‘gullible’ he really meant ‘potentially swayed to someone else’s ideals’, but he couldn’t just mention that), “So no matter what, you have to trust me first. I know best.”
“Okay, okay,” Oncie said, “You don’t have anything to worry about. Really.”
Oncie was acting annoyed, but inside he was really relieved that Greedler was so concerned about him. Or, he could just be concerned about the future of the company, but until he got proof otherwise, Oncie wanted to think that his own safety was a part of it. Greedler had obviously been hurt by whoever this was. Maybe he wanted to spare Oncie the same fate, and the company was just a bonus. Or…he wanted to spare the company and Oncie was just a bonus, but at this point he was okay with being the bonus as long as he was something.
“Where is everybody?” Greedler said, peering outside the window. Aside from the missing trees, it was quiet and serene as it was untouched. Not a typical sight when his family was around.
“Oh, mom drove everyone back into town for a while. Something about a half-off sale,” Oncie said.
“You didn’t want to go?” Greedler said.
“No, I kind of like the quiet. More time to sit and think,” Oncie said, tapping the end of his pencil against his pursed lips, “Besides, anything that’s half off probably wasn’t that great to begin with, right?”
“Of course not,” Greedler said, putting a hand on Oncie’s shoulder (and damn, was that a bit of pride welling up inside of him? Not that he’d ever admit it to Oncie’s face.), “People like us don’t need things that are on sale anymore. But let them have their shopping spree.”
“I think mom would still love sales if she had all the money in the world,” Oncie said.
“That’s because not everyone knows that choosing better things is more important than choosing more things. But that can work in our favor, too. If we’re smart enough to take advantage and give the people what they want, we deserve our rewards, even if what they want isn’t what’s best for them,” Greedler said, gazing out the window, “By the way, do you know where everyone first started cutting down the trees?”
“Somewhere over there, I think,” Oncie said, gesturing to the left of the window, “Does it really matter?”
“No, I’m just going to check something out,” Greedler said, “Nothing too important, but I just want to confirm something.”
“Suit yourself,” Oncie said, getting back to his drawing.
Greedler walked around outside, carefully examining every stump he saw. He didn’t want to be here all day exploring the whole forest, but if he could just find that one tree and see that nothing had happened to it he could put his thoughts at ease and focus on something more important than keeping bad influences away from his company.
His mood plummeted as he saw a tree in the distance with what looked to be a bunch of rocks around it. Rocks are in the forest, right? It could just be a coincidence. But as he stepped closer he saw them carefully arranged in a little ring around the tree, as if someone was holding a funeral for it. A funeral, for a tree. Greedler couldn’t imagine anyone that sappy and stupid – anyone except, of course…
“Just come and say something if you’re going to sneak around here,” Greedler said, “Yeah, that’s right, I know you’re out there and I don’t want to play any damn games with you. So just come out and talk to me already.”
“I’ve been waiting for you to say that, Onceler,” said a familiar voice from behind a tree, “For a really, really long time.”
“Yeah, right, as if you’d wait. I know what your act is. You were probably waiting to drag my bed into the river again, weren’t you? Well, I’ve got some bad news for you. The guy you want to talk to and lecture about tress is in there and he isn’t coming out to see you, so go away,” Greedler said.
“No,” the Lorax said, stepping out from behind the tree, “I’ve been waiting to talk to you. You, specifically you, not the you sitting inside doodling a factory.”
Greedler was taken back by that. He wanted some sort of witty reply, but this time he was the one who didn’t understand what was going on, much like Oncie was towards him. He hated that. He didn’t want the Lorax to be in any position to know more than him, because he really didn’t want to sit and listen to any explanations from someone he hated. But, alas, his surprise showed and the Lorax caught on.
“If you think I don’t remember you, you’re wrong,” the Lorax said.
“But…but you’re here,” Greedler said, trying to work this out in his head.
“I’m wherever I’m needed,” the Lorax said.
“No you’re not!” Greedler yelled, “Don’t think you can pull that with me anymore. I know at least one place you weren’t when you were needed.”
He didn’t actually want to admit that it was him that needed the Lorax when he was all alone after the demise of his company, but he figured it would get the point across well enough without actually having to say it. The thing was practically omnipotent, wasn’t he? He had to know that somewhere along the line he’d decided to abandon Greedler without even saying anything.
“I was there,” the Lorax said, “But you didn’t want me there. Maybe you thought you did, but deep down you wanted to keep me away.”
“There was only a very short period of time when I didn’t want to keep you away, and that’s never stopped you before,” Greedler said, “You had no trouble coming to me when I was young and naïve.”
“Yeah, well, things change. But I tried to get to you, because I considered you my friend and I wouldn’t give up on a friend forever, even if they did the wrong thing,” the Lorax said, stepping closer slowly, as if he were frightened.
“Really? Because it sure felt like abandonment to me. Couldn’t even come to taunt me when I was down?” Greedler said.
“I didn’t want to taunt you. And I’ve been trying to get to you, to at least say goodbye, but this is the first time you’ve let me talk to you at all,” the Lorax said, “I saw what you were doing all those years and it wasn’t healthy. If I could’ve talked you out of it, I would’ve, even if you broke your promise.”
“Don’t you dare come here and taunt me about that stupid promise I had to have made ten years ago now! You said it yourself, things change. I was different back then,” Greedler said.
“I know you were. But I’m not sure you know it,” the Lorax said, “Do you know how much time has passed since we first met?”
“No,” Greedler said, “I lost count. I know it had to be a few years, but I was working.”
“You weren’t working, you were piling up stacks of junk and trying to convince yourself that if you bought enough things there had to be something in there that would save you. That’s hardly working, and it didn’t do anything for you,” the Lorax said.
“What do you mean, ‘didn’t do anything’? I’m here, aren’t I? I got exactly what I wanted, even if I wasted some time,” Greedler said, “It’s not the ideal situation, but what are a few years if I can have another shot?”
“The day you cut down that tree and summoned me was almost thirty years ago exactly,” said the Lorax.
Greedler’s eyes widened. He looked down at himself. He went through the time in his head. It didn’t look like that much time had passed. Even Oncie guessed it had only been around five years or so at first, and although Greedler knew it was a bit more than that it certainly hadn’t been thirty. “You’re lying,” Greedler said, “If it was thirty years I’d be almost fifty years old by now, and if I was sitting there wasting that much time, don’t you think I would’ve noticed?”
“Is thirty dollars a lot of money, in your opinion?” the Lorax said.
Greedler scoffed, “No, obviously not.”
“Well, to someone who only has a hundred dollars, thirty is probably a lot,” the Lorax said, “It’s easier to lose track of something when you have a lot of it.”
“What do you mean by that? If we met thirty years ago then I could damn well keel over before I ever set my plan in motion!” Greedler said.
“You don’t get it, do you? You have more time than that. A lot more time,” the Lorax said, “I’m surprised you haven’t figured it out already. You’re a smart kid.”
“Don’t call me ‘kid’,” Greedler hissed, “And I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about, you crazy, ranting maniac.”
The Lorax sighed, “I think you have some idea, or you would’ve told me to go away by now. Sure, I’m a crazy, ranting, maniac. Now, tell me to get lost, and I will.”
Greedler clenched his teeth and his fists, posing like he was about to lash out at any given second. But he didn’t say anything. He stayed put, and he listened.
“Do you know why I want to talk to you?” the Lorax said.
“No,” Greedler said, jaw clenched so tight his voice came out strained and muffled.
“Because I really haven’t given up on you yet,” the Lorax said, “I want to give you a chance to do things differently here. You’ve got a fresh start. You don’t have to waste it like this. You could do a lot of good, you know. No matter what’s happened, you aren’t at the point of no return.”
“I don’t need to redeem myself!” Greedler said, eyes narrow, “I have no good reason to let you stop me. Besides, if you can follow me here, then how do I know there aren’t a million identical forests for you to cry about? You have enough trees.”
“I said it’s easy to lose track of something you have a lot of, not that it makes anything less precious,” the Lorax said, “That’s why I don’t want you to waste any more time here on whatever you’re planning this time. I don’t think it’s going to make you happy.”
“What do you know about what’s going to make me happy? I’ve been plenty happy here,” Greedler said, “You care more about your stupid trees than about my happiness. You would’ve let me go down the waterfall if that stupid animal hadn’t snuck in with me.”
“I didn’t say I’ve never done anything wrong. I’ve made mistakes of my own, and I’ve made a lot of them, believe it or not. But that doesn’t mean I want to see you make mistakes, too,” the Lorax said, hopping up on the tree stump as to feel slightly less insignificantly small next to Greedler, “I’m not spiteful like that.”
“Then what are you here for? I know what’ll make me happy, and I’m doing it. If this really was about me and not about your trees, you’d just let me do it,” Greedler said.
“I can’t deny that it’s about the trees, too, but that doesn’t mean it can’t be about you,” the Lorax said, “You have a chance to give yourself a better life here, and I mean that for you as well as the other you. He’ll listen to you. A tree falls the way it leans, and he’ll lean with you.”
“You and your stupid nature talk!” Greedler said, pacing around the stump, kicking the rocks out of the way, “You think you’re so much better than me just because you speak for the trees. Well, trees have been around for a long time. Maybe it’s time for someone else to take over. Maybe your time is done and you can’t accept that.”
“Do you really think that? Do you really think it’s right that people should have to buy oxygen, Onceler? I think you’re better than that,” the Lorax said, trying to straighten out the circle of rocks before Greedler came and kicked them over again.
“Why would it be? Why is it that anything that isn’t natural and pure is bad to you? What about innovation? What about progress? You know where survival of the fittest comes from, right? Not from anything I or anyone else invented. That’s all you and your little forest friends, buddy,” Greedler said, “That’s nature, right there. You do know what happens in nature, right? We don’t just all hold hands and sing around the trees. Small things die. Sick things die. Weak things die. Things die when there are too many of them. Things die when they’re just born with something bad, even if it isn’t their fault. Well, guess what? Now it’s come to bite you. This is nature. One thing stomping another thing out. Whether you like it or not.”
“You’re right,” the Lorax said, “Nothing is inherently good or inherently bad, and there are bad things everywhere. But it’s what you do with it. It’s about balance. You could do good things with your company, plenty of people have. Like I said, you’re smart. You can do something better than destroy, before it’s too late.”
“No,” Greedler said, “I have no interest in cooperating with you. If I’m the strongest, if I’m the smartest, if I’m the most able then I deserve to take what I want. I wouldn’t make any money at all if I wasn’t doing what somebody else wanted, too. You’re not the only one in the world.”
“I know,” the Lorax sighed, “But not everyone can see long-term consequences very well. I at least had to try and help you.”
“You’re not helping me! You’re not!” Greedler said, “Hey, you keep telling me where a tree falls, but answer me this – do you know when a tree falls?”
“When?” the Lorax said.
“When it’s pushed,” Greedler said, “Now go away.”
“Are you su-“
“Go away!” Greedler yelled at the top of his lungs, and when he turned around the Lorax was nowhere to be seen.
But his victory caused him nothing but more discomfort as he went to sit on the stump, the rock arrangement still in ruins. His mind was racing to put everything together, but even if he thought he understood, it was something he was intimidated by understanding.
There was something about him that could keep the usually obnoxiously persistent Lorax away. Something that could let him spend years and years piling up useless trinkets in various combinations and not notice that much time had passed at all. Something that let him do what others thought impossible at the very moment he wanted it most. Something that let him avoid being seen by a relative he never wanted to meet again without going anywhere at all.
Deep within the heart of the Earth were things like the Lorax who had been there for all time, as one would expect of a guardian of timeless things. But, as the Lorax said, nothing on its own was inherently good or inherently bad, so it would be foolish to think that only things seen as good and natural would have guardians of their own. Things unnatural and created have a life or their own, in a way – companies, man-made things and the desires that create them – especially when those things had become strong enough to utterly destroy an ecosystem that had been there longer than any person had lived.
And, rather than something old as time and all-knowing as the guardian of the forest was, unnatural things beget unnatural gods, who might not even know what they are at all.
Posted by greedlerandoncie in Fluffy Oncest, Multi-Chapter stories Tags: fanfiction, fluffy, onceler, oncest
by scorpions-tale
Oncie managed to convince Greedler to let him sleep in his sleeping bag for the rest of the night. He said he wasn’t ready to go back to being so physical again. In reality, he was ready, almost too ready, and he was afraid of that. So he tried to stave it off like a smoker rationing his last few cigarettes. Maybe if he denied himself, he wouldn’t care about it anymore.
If he would’ve told Greedler that, Greedler would’ve laughed in his face. Greedler would’ve told him that denying yourself something only made you want it more and if you stopped wanting it, it had meant you’d given up rather than being some great conquest. If he knew that was the reason he would’ve told Oncie to suck it up and stop denying himself. So, Oncie got his way with that one. But, while Greedler was cynical and not entirely correct, he was right in thinking that the separation only made Oncie more eager. So, in a way, they both won. In a way, they both lost.
Greedler slept like a rock, satisfied by the fact that he had gotten Oncie to come back. Oncie, on the other hand, did not sleep well at all. He tossed and turned and thrashed in the way that Greedler had his first night here; luckily he didn’t have the same ability to tear things apart in his sleep. Unsurprisingly, he woke up first, and stood at the edge of the bed for a while debating whether or not to wake Greedler. He decided against it, and focused on cooking himself some breakfast instead.
“I see you made me breakfast,” Greedler said, awakening to the scent of nearly-finished pancakes.
“I made myself some breakfast,” Oncie said.
“Why, thank you,” Greedler said, taking a fork and shoving half the stack onto his own plate (and then a little more than half, just for good measure).
“You know what I meant by that!” Oncie said, “And why don’t you make your own pancakes? Or do you think you’re better at everything than me except cooking?”
“Oh, no, I’m a better cook,” Greedler said, “But I’m also way better at getting other people to do things for me, and I think that’s my favorite thing to be better at.”
“I’m not your servant,” said Oncie.
“Then hurry it up with that company so you can get me some real servants,” Greedler said, “It’s called motivation. And then I can buy a new suit, too.”
“You know, I have clothes you can borrow. You’re not that much bigger than I am. And don’t think I didn’t notice that you stole some of my underwear,” Oncie said.
“As if I’d wear anything so…horribly thrifty,” Greedler said, “No one’s looking at my underwear but you, so I don’t really care.”
“No one’s looking at you at all, except me,” Oncie said.
“That’s because there’s no point in it now. Have I told you yet that I have no desire for a family reunion? Because I really, really don’t. There’s pretty much nothing I want less than that,” Greedler said – and it was actually a literal statement, seeing as he wanted most everything.
“Alright, whatever you want,” Oncie said, trying not to pay attention to that quality of Greedler’s which he could only describe as ‘an attitude’ anymore, “Hey, do you mind if I ask you something?”
“Yes,” Greedler said, freezing on the spot, fork lifted half way to his mouth. He could count the things he minded more than a conversation starting with an unsubtly emotional lead-in on one hand. “But I suppose you’re going to ask it anyways, aren’t you?”
“If you insist,” Oncie said, not one to refuse something that close to an invitation, “The first night you were here. When you totally destroyed the pillow and half of my sheets. What was wrong? Did you know what you dreamt about?”
“No,” Greedler said, “I don’t remember. And I don’t really care, either.”
“Oh,” Oncie said, “I just brought it up because I didn’t sleep too well last night. I don’t usually have nightmares, but something really bothered me.”
“Get over it, ignore it,” Greedler said, “Dreams aren’t important. Dreams are what stupid people use when they can’t have what they want in reality. You can have reality; you don’t need that crap anymore.”
“This wasn’t a good dream,” Oncie said, “It wasn’t something I would’ve wanted.”
“It’s all the same. Secret dreams. Secret fears. Worlds inside your head. Nothing but leftover thoughts from the day before,” Greedler said, “It’s not anything worth talking about. I haven’t dreamt in a while, or if I have, I don’t remember them.”
“Not at all?” Oncie said.
“Not at all,” Greedler said.
“I don’t know. I think it’d be sad not to have dreams anymore. No matter how successful you got,” said Oncie, “It’s nice to have something to think about.”
“No it’s not. Why would I want to think about unattainable things? It’s stupid, trying to make yourself happy by thinking about something you can never have. It’s pathetic,” Greedler said, nonchalantly nibbling around the edges of a pancake.
“Some people would think that you’ve done something impossible. By coming here, you know,” Oncie said, trying to eat his pancakes as quickly as he could in between sentences so Greedler didn’t finish first and take the rest of his.
“Yeah. Because I’m better than those people. I can accomplish what they can’t. I do what they don’t believe in, because I’m better,” Greedler said.
“Then maybe my dreams are possible, too,” Oncie said, “Who says what I think of can’t happen for real?”
“If it happens, you can care when it does. If it’s something you want, work towards it. If it isn’t, put it behind you and do something worthwhile,” Greedler said.
“What if it’d comfort me a little to just talk about it?” Oncie said.
“Then that’s disappointing,” Greedler said.
“Oh,” Oncie said, looking down at his feet, feeling pretty judged right now, “I’m going to go visit mom. She said she had something she wanted to talk to me about in the morning.”
“Have fun,” Greedler said, still mostly focused on the food.
Oncie put on his hat and left without saying a word. Greedler propped his feet up on a nearby chair, pretty unenthused until he heard voices at the door.
“No, I, uh, have someone helping me and I’m going to have to ask him about it,” Oncie said.
“Oh? You didn’t tell me anyone else was here,” said his mother, “Who is it? Is he rich?”
“Yeah, I think so,” Oncie said, “And it’s going to be a little, uh, weird but I promise I’ll explain everything when you see him, alright?”
Shit. Greedler was so stunned by what he was hearing that he bit down on his tongue, drawing blood. Was that idiot really bringing his mother here to see him? After he’d specifically asked not to see her? Goddamn. Why? Was it out of spite? No, Greedler figured Oncie thought he knew what was best. Thought that Greedler was just shy and nervous and needed to get it over with. No, no, no. He didn’t even want to see his family (not even his family, the family of another version than him) until he got back the power to buy and sell them ten times over. He hadn’t spoken to his mother in his own timeline since she declared him no longer her favorite son. She tried to speak to him a couple of times, but he didn’t answer. Greedler’s eyes darted around the room, trying to find the quickest escape route.
“Alright, here he…is?” Oncie opened the door and looked around, but nobody was there, “Okay, I swear he was there a few minutes ago and he left some pancakes at the table.”
“Well, I don’t see anybody, and it doesn’t look like anybody left, either,” his mother said.
“Hey! Are you here?” Oncie called out, “Come on, don’t be shy.”
“Oncie, dear,” his mother said, giving him a pat on the head, “I know sometimes successful people get a little ‘eccentric’ but please don’t do that until you get enough for my retirement fund, okay sweetie?”
“I’m not eccentric, alright? He really was just here, I’m sure he just stepped out for a second,” Oncie said.
“How about you just think about what I said – what’s best for the business, you know – and make your decision without talking to your little invisible friend here, okay?” she said, “And remember, I love you.”
And then she left before Oncie could reply. He sighed, slumping back on the table and picking at the unfinished pancake Greedler had left behind.
“That’s mine,” Greedler said, suddenly standing right beside the table.
“Where the hell were you?” Oncie said, “Now mom thinks I’m crazy.”
“No, she thinks you’re eccentric, that’s totally different,” Greedler said, “It’s not any better, but it’s different.”
“Where did you go?” Oncie said.
“Nowhere,” Greedler said, “You know, I told you I didn’t want to see her. Or any of them. What’s the big deal with you trying to spring it on me like that? Don’t you think I’m capable of making my own choices? I’m certainly better at it than you are. And I have my reasons.”
“No, it was just that what she wanted to talk about was something I had to talk to you about, so I thought this might be a good time,” Oncie said, “And yeah, maybe I thought you were being a little bit ridiculous about it.”
“What was so important that you had to talk to me about it?” Greedler said, ignoring the comment about being ridiculous.
“Well, my mom says we need more thneeds or people are going to start losing interest,” Oncie said, “She doesn’t know why we can’t just cut down a few trees and honestly, I didn’t have an answer for her.”
“You could’ve just told her you were going to think about it and then came back and asked me,” Greedler said.
“Can we stop focusing on that? Okay, I’m sorry, fine,” Oncie said, “But is it alright if we start cutting some of these down? I don’t want this whole thing to fail over a few dumb trees.”
“No,” Greedler hissed, thinking about the inevitable Lorax encounter, “Not yet. Wait until the company gets a little bigger. Wait until we can get some machines to cut them down.”
“That might not ever happen if we don’t start making more thneeds now!” Oncie said, “Besides, you heard mom. Now that you went off to who-knows where when I tried to tell her about you, she thinks I’m not all there. She might just start doing it anyways so she can say ‘I told you so’ later. Can you at least tell me why we can’t just start chopping them down? What are you, some kind of tree hugger?”
“Absolutely not!” Greedler yelled, knocking the plate and the leftover pancakes off of the table.
“Sweetie?” a voice came from outside, “Are you talking to yourself? Remember what I said about the retirement fund.”
Greedler hushed down to a whisper, “If I let you do this, you have to promise me you’ll follow a few rules, and know that if you break them, I will break you.”
Oncie might not have taken that seriously, but Greedler seemed different now, even from his usually grumpy self. There was something genuinely wrathful in him now, and Oncie felt like collateral amongst something on a much bigger scale. He just nodded.
“Don’t talk to anyone new without consulting me first. If anyone who doesn’t want to hand you money tries to talk to you, you come see me immediately, tell me what they said and what they looked like. And don’t go too far into the woods on your own. I’ll deal with any interfering parties from now on, okay?” Greedler said.
“Alright,” Oncie said, “I don’t understand, but alright.”
“Good,” Greedler said.
He didn’t want Oncie to understand. If Oncie could go his whole life without meeting the fuzzball, it was all the better. Oncie was still soft. He could still get attached. He could still come to feel regret. But as long as it wasn’t him chopping the trees down directly, Greedler hoped he wouldn’t be bothered.
“Alright,” Greedler said, “Alright. Cut them down.”
Posted by greedlerandoncie in Fluffy Oncest, Multi-Chapter stories Tags: fanfiction, fluffy, onceler, oncest
by scorpions-tale
“Oncie, dear?” his mother called, “It sounds like there’s an animal at the door, will you go shoo it away before it wakes everyone up?”
Oncie was barely coherent; he had just managed to fall asleep after trying to calm himself down. He mumbled quietly and rolled over.
“Oncie, are you there?!” she yelled even louder, “I said I think there’s an –“
“Okay, okay, I heard you,” Oncie said, “I’ll check it out.”
“Okay, dear,” she replied, “But try not to talk so loud, either!”
Oncie sighed and pulled himself up into a sitting position, just becoming aware of the scratching at the door. He rubbed his eyes and walked over, just barely managing not to fall over. “Come on now, get lost,” he said, before he swung the door open.
“Hi,” Greedler said, standing out in the dark with only his underwear, gloves, and socks on, “Are you still mad at me?”
“Yes,” Oncie said, “Now go away! What if mom had answered the door instead of me?”
“You’re the one who wanted me to say hi to them,” Greedler said, shrugging.
“Not nearly naked and scratching at the door like some rabid bar-ba-loot,” Oncie said, “And honestly, maybe not at all, now. You wanted to be alone so much, you’ve earned it.”
“Shut up,” Greedler said, “You’re the one who had to pull out all that – all that weird talk in the middle of the night. We were perfectly fine business partners before that. I’m not sure where that went wrong.”
“Hm, let’s see,” Oncie said, “How about when my business partner pretended to like me on a personal level in order to get into my pants? Which, by the way, isreally weird, seeing as you’re me from the future, and that really is a weird thing to do. Hey guys, I’m going to go back in time now, I hope myself in the past is receptive to my advances!”
“I didn’t come here to do that, I came here for the sake of my business, idiot,” Greedler said, “That was an unintended side effect, I just…”
“Just what? You’re so self-absorbed now that you couldn’t possibly carry a relationship on with anyone other than yourself?” Oncie said, “Because that wouldn’t surprise me at all.”
Greedler looked off to the side and wrung his hands together, “I don’t even relate to you, either. So don’t get too cocky, alright?”
Oncie felt that he had touched a nerve there, and dammit he almost felt bad about it despite how angry he was right now, “I just don’t get it, okay? You know I’ve been alone for a long time, too. You know I’d…I’d probably have done a little trade-off, without you having to trick me into thinking I actually had a friend for once.”
“Stop it,” Greedler said, “Stop being pathetic.”
“I will when you do,” Oncie said.
Greedler thought about that for a moment and couldn’t think of a come back, so he just crossed his arms and stared disapprovingly.
“If I’m the pathetic one,” Oncie said, “Why are you the one who came over here in your underwear to talk to me?”
“Because I hate it when there’s a problem I can’t solve right away,” Greedler said, “I hate it when I have to wait to get what I want.”
“Well, I can’t believe I have to be the one to break this to you, seeing as you’re I don’t know how many years older than me, but sometimes you don’t get what you want, and a lot of the time you don’t get it exactly when you want it.”
“Maybe you don’t,” Greedler hissed, “But I do. I did, at least. And I will again. So maybe you should just learn to accept that, because it’ll work out for you too.”
Greedler reached out to put a hand on Oncie’s shoulder, but he was swatted away, “Oh, no, I’m really not in the mood for your fake affection right now.”
Mostly because he fell for it. Every single time. And he suspected he’d fall for it again, even if he was convinced that he was too angry for that. Better safe than sorry.
“I’m not leaving until you come back,” Greedler said.
“Then have fun standing out there in the cold all night,” Oncie said.
“I’m not cold,” Greedler said.
“Are you kidding? It’s freezing out there!” Oncie said, “You’re going to get sick.”
Greedler shrugged, “I’m not cold. And I haven’t been sick in years. Guess I’m tougher than you.”
“Goodnight,” Oncie said, pushing the door shut, “We’ll talk in the morning.”
“No,” Greedler said, holding the door open, “You’ll come back right now.”
“And why will I do that?” Oncie said.
“Because I told you to,” Greedler said.
Oncie rolled his eyes and turned away from the door, “I’m going back to sleep. Stand out there all you want.”
“Wait,” Greedler said, “I’m not sure if I care about you or not but I like it when you care about me, okay? I care about me, too. We have something in common.”
“Had something in common,” Oncie said, but for some reason it kind of hurt him to say that.
“Yeah. Had. Whatever,” Greedler said, “But it’s kind of stupid I don’t think I hate you. Well, maybe sometimes, but I know you hate yourself sometimes, too. It’s just dumb for us to hate each other like this. I liked it better when we didn’t.”
Oncie recoiled a bit at that comment. He liked to think of himself as a confident, outgoing person but there were those times when he did hate himself. Times not even his family knew about, even though they usually caused it. He didn’t want anyone else to know, but he couldn’t keep it from himself.
“Well, you’re the one who should’ve thought about that before you were such a jerk to me, weren’t you?” he said.
“It’s okay if you hate me sometimes, I guess. Then we’d just be…even,” Greedler said, although ‘even’ really wasn’t good enough for him it was better than nothing, “The difference right now is that when I hate you, I don’t leave.”
“I never said you couldn’t,” Oncie said, “If I’m such a burden on you, you’re welcome to leave.”
“Fine,” Greedler said, “I’m going to go back to bed now, then.”
“Okay,” Oncie said.
“But one more thing,” Greedler said, “You’ll never be like me. Not anymore. Not even if you tried. And sometimes I hate you for that. Sometimes I’m jealous of you for that. Sometimes I hate myself, too.”
Greedler turned and walked away, not looking back at all until he got inside. Oncie, on the other hand, peered through the crack in the not-quite-shut door the entire way, trying to convince himself not to go over there.
Of course he didn’t want to go over there. He was sure that Greedler was in the wrong this time. But he sounded nervous, too. Nervous and inconsiderate more than just outright mean. And, Oncie had to admit that he was curious as to why Greedler would ever be jealous of him. Mister big-shot success over there always seemed so full of himself that Oncie kind of assumed he had it all figured out.
Or he could just be really good at looking like he had it all figured out. Oncie sighed to himself.
“Mom, I think the animal got into my room,” Oncie yelled, “I’m going to go back there and check it out.”
“That’s nice, dear,” she said, “If it’s too big, Brett and Chet’ll get it in the morning. I wouldn’t want you hurting your successful little head.”
“I won’t,” Oncie yelled up before he left.
He approached his own camp, trying to work up the courage to knock on the door, and contemplating just turning back before he saw a familiar pair of eyes peering at him through the curtains, undoubtedly with that smug toothy grin beneath them. No turning back now, but Greedler still waited for him to knock.
“What a surprise,” Greedler said, opening the door, “You couldn’t stay away from me after all.”
He leaned up against the door frame with his usual confident swagger. Oncie was pretty exasperated by the fact that he insisted on keeping that little act up over a small victory, even when he was in a bad mood.
“You were the one who threatened to stay outside in your underwear until I came back, so you’re one to talk,” Oncie said, nudging passed Greedler to get inside.
“And you did come back,” Greedler said, “So it worked. Any by the way, I didn’t want to wear my suit in case it started raining. It might’ve shrunk.”
“I came back because I felt like it,” Oncie said, “Can we not make this into a competition, too? I don’t care about your suit, or whatever other excuses you have.”
“Fine,” Greedler said.
“Now, I’m going to lay down some ground rules here, and you can follow them or I can leave again,” Oncie said.
“If I follow them, it’ll be because I feel like it,” Greedler said.
“Yeah, right, whatever,” Oncie said, “Okay, so, rule number one is we’re going to talk about what you said and why I left and you’re not going to try and change the subject, okay?”
“Hmph,” Greedler said.
“Was that an okay?” Oncie said.
“What’s rule number two?” Greedler said.
“That’s…actually basically all I thought up right now, actually,” Oncie said, “I figured it’d take a while.”
“You shouldn’t make it a list if you only have one thing on it, idiot,” Greedler said.
“Okay, rule number two, how about you get through the entire conversation without insulting me?” Oncie said.
“This is going to be a very one-sided conversation,” Greedler said, “I sure hope you like talking.”
“See, this right here is exactly part of it,” Oncie said, “You were just practically begging me to come back here, and now that I am you’re back to being a jerk about it again. Are you only going to show any actual emotion when you want something from me, or what?”
“I wasn’t begging,” Greedler said.
“Oh my god, I can’t believe you’re pulling this again!” Oncie said, throwing his arms up in defeat, “I don’t know why I even listen to you.”
“I don’t know why you wouldn’t,” Greedler said, “I’ve been through a lot more than you. You wouldn’t even understand.”
“Try me,” Oncie said.
“Okay, how about this: you make a mistake and spend the next few years trying to get another chance, and when you finally do there’s this smug young version of yourself that can’t even handle being second-in-command to the guy who’s going to stop him from having to make all those mistakes and spend all that time alone,” Greedler said.
“Well, can’t you see how it’s a bit frustrating to have someone just come in and start controlling your life, and basically have no say in the matter because he’s from the future and he knows everything so there’s no point in having your own opinions or trying to make your own plans?” said Oncie.
“I didn’t say you couldn’t make your own plans,” Greedler said, “I told you not to cut down any trees just yet. Other than that, do whatever you want, go wild.”
“Really?” Oncie said.
“Yeah, you’ll do fine,” Greedler said, slumping over at the table.
“How do I know you’re not lying to me again?” Oncie said.
“Because I know I damn well made a good company, so you’re damn well going to make one, too. There aren’t going to be any mistakes I can’t pull you out of,” Greedler said, “But as for the plans I’ve made in the future, you need to let me do my own thing with that.”
“So you get to be in the spotlight in the end, anyways?” Oncie said, crossing his arms.
“Yes, because I’m the one who had to suffer for your mistakes so I’m the one that should get the reward for fixing them!” Greedler said.
“They were your mistakes, too,” Oncie said.
“Maybe a long time ago. But not anymore. I’m a different person now,” Greedler said.
“Yeah, I can see that,” Oncie said.
Greedler looked down at the table, not wanting to discuss any of this all too vulnerable-seeming stuff with his past self. But, it was better to get it over with. Better to let the kid start up his company and feel proud of his own accomplishments while easing him into his own ideals so he wouldn’t cringe at the idea of selling oxygen when the time came. Then he could make his own, even better company here and establish himself again in…just how many years was it? He lost track. At some point in time he just stopped counting. But sometime. Sometime, he would make up for those lost years.
“Just one more thing,” Oncie said, “…Did you really mean it, when you said you didn’t care about me? Do you care about me?”
Greedler grumbled, “I won’t say I do. But I won’t say I don’t, either.”
He sat up straight and looked over at Oncie, “Did you really mean it? When you said you’d rather put up with anything than end up like me?”
Oncie rubbed the back of his head, “…I won’t say I didn’t. But I won’t say I did.”
“Fair enough,” Greedler said, “I meant it when I said you couldn’t be me, anyways.”
“Is that a good thing, or a bad thing?” Oncie asked.
Greedler was silent.
“I’ll stay with you, alright?” Oncie said.
“Good,” Greedler replied.
Posted by greedlerandoncie in Fluffy Oncest, Multi-Chapter stories Tags: fanfiction, fluffy, onceler, oncest
by scorpions-tale
Oncie woke up in the middle of the night and couldn’t get back to sleep again, although trying to squirm his way out of Greedler’s grasp would be more trouble that it was worth. Greedler insisting on sleeping in his suit all the time was awkward, but sleeping nearly naked took the prize in that department. It wasn’t that he didn’t like it; on the contrary, every little movement just reminded him Greedler’s touch, made him ache for it. Every warm exhale of breath against his neck, those soft gloves against his bare chest…he was both so terrified and allured by this person all at once, part of him wanted to run away and part of him wanted never to leave.
But the thought that bothered him the most was that it might not be up to him anymore. His other self defied the laws of physics for another chance at getting what he wanted. If Oncie fit into the ‘wanted’ category now, would running away be good for anything or would his other self simply follow him in an obsessive pursuit to the ends of the Earth?
Oh, oh god that was hot –
Wait, no it wasn’t –
But while he could argue with himself emotionally all day long, physically his body couldn’t hide the feelings stirring inside of him. He felt himself stiffen again, holding his breath to avoid making any noise and waking Greedler. He’d just have to leave it and wait until he calmed down.
Unfortunately, calming down was the last thing he was doing. Now that he was undeniably aroused, the sleeping Greedler clinging to him was all that consumed his thoughts, agitated his throbbing member even further, making him squirm in Greedler’s grip.
He’d be more of a disturbance like this, he figured, than if he just got himself off as quietly as he could. It’d tire him out a little, too, and he could fall back asleep. He slowly reached down and gripped his own cock, and though it took all his mental fortitude to do it he managed not to move beyond a shudder. After having Greedler’s hands all over him, doing it on his own paled in comparison.
He tried to think of something, anything other than Greedler while he was doing it but every thought he had turned back to him or something he had said. He liked it, the power that Greedler was promising him. It didn’t mean he had to turn out exactly like that, right? You could have power and not be a…a bad person. WasGreedler even a bad person? Sometimes there was no doubt in Oncie’s mind that he was, but sometimes Oncie convinced himself that Greedler was just hurt and stressed and needed something to be happy about again.
During those times, Oncie was surprised at how much he wanted to make him happy. It would be an accomplishment, a mark of true success, and…and maybe there was some sort of emotional component there, but Oncie couldn’t really figure out how to describe what he was feeling towards someone who was just a different version of him. Was it narcissism? Was he a narcissist? No, they were separate, too, so he wasn’t fantasizing about himself as he currently was.
Normally, no one had to deal with this. What kind of a dilemma was that? What was he going to do, see a therapist about it? ‘Yeah, doc, I have a weird sexual and possibly emotional attraction to myself from the future and I’m not sure what to do about it, what do you suggest?’ That’d go over really well for someone who was going to be the face of a powerful corporation. Don’t buy a Thneed, everybody, that guy’s crazy!
Maybe he was crazy. Maybe this was all just inside of his head, but it all felt soreal and, no, Chet had taunted him about the bruise Greedler’s fingers left on his wrist, saying that he couldn’t even pluck fluff from a tree without falling down and hurting himself. That, at least, was real. Greedler must be real. Real, and powerful, and an asshole, and dominant, and inconsiderate, and…
“What are you doing?” Greedler said.
Shit, absorbed in his own thoughts, Oncie had forgotten that his goal here was to be subtle and quiet as to not wake Greedler up.
In truth, Greedler had been awake for about five minutes longer than Oncie and didn’t really care that they were both awake until Oncie started getting himself off. Then, he just thought he’d watch for a bit and wait for the perfect moment.
“O-oh, nothing, thing,” Oncie said.
“Yeah, sure, nothing at all,” Greedler said with a grin, “Just couldn’t wait until I was awake to get some more, hm?”
“No, that’s not it, I just…woke up like that is all, and I couldn’t get back to sleep until I dealt with it,” Oncie said.
“You’re a terrible liar,” Greedler said, “I bet if I turned the light on right now your face would be red as a beet.”
“Well, yeah, because I didn’t mean to wake you up, and it’d kind of embarrassing to be caught in the middle of, you know,” Oncie said.
“Oh, come on, as if I haven’t been looking at your dick every time I’ve undressed myself for my entire life,” Greedler said, “There aren’t any surprises down there. And even if there were, well, we had such a good time last evening I don’t think I could forget it.”
Oncie shuddered at the mention of the previous evening’s antics, somehow having still believed that even if this whole thing weren’t a dream, surely that part, that one part must have been.
“So,” Greedler said, tracing one of his fingers around Oncie’s left nipple, “What exactly were you dreaming about to cause that, then?”
“I…don’t remember,” Oncie said.
“Well, it happens, it happens,” Greedler said, just playing along with the lie, knowing that Oncie was growing tenser by the moment, “But surely you must’ve been thinking about something while you were doing the dirty deed, hm?”
“I was mostly just tired, I wanted to get it over with and get back to sleep,” Oncie said.
“Oh, come on, you can tell me. Is there a special someone back home you’ve been daydreaming about?” Greedler said, when he knew damn well that Oncie in this stage of his life had no special someone to be thinking about.
“…Maybe,” Oncie said.
“Would you like me to finish that off for you?” Greedler said, fingers trailing dangerously close to Oncie’s crotch.
“Yes!” Oncie said, without even thinking, nearly involuntarily as Greedler’s fingers caressed him.
“Ha! I knew it. You were thinking about me,” Greedler said.
“Okay, maybe a little,” Oncie said.
“Well, that was worth waking up for,” Greedler said, “Now finish yourself off.”
“But you said you’d…” Oncie trailed off.
“No, I asked you if you wanted me to, I didn’t say I’d do it,” Greedler said, “Rule number one of being successful: never give more than you take. For me, that applies to everyone. For you, you’ll have to settle for applying that to everyone except me. But having only one person above you isn’t such a bad place to be in, is it?”
“Would you let yourself have one person above you?” Oncie asked.
“Never,” Greedler hissed, “Don’t push your luck, Oncie.”
Figuring that he had caused offence, Oncie went on by himself until he finished, which, with the added stimulation Greedler had given him, didn’t take very long at all. He lay quietly for a few seconds, noticing that Greedler’s breathing was still tense and not settled back into the calm, sleeping rhythm.
“…Are you still awake?” Oncie said.
“I am now,” Greedler lied.
“You’re a terrible liar,” Oncie said, with a slight laugh.
Greedler just growled.
“S-sorry,” Oncie said, “Anyways, if you’re not too tired, can we talk about something?”
Greedler thought about that for a moment. He wasn’t very tired, and if he put it off now he’d probably just have to talk in the morning, and he wasn’t really a morning person. “Yeah, fine. What is it?”
“I’ve just…I’ve been thinking. About us,” Oncie said.
“I know,” Greedler said, “We’ve just been over that.”
“No, I mean us like…us on, an emotional level. On a relationship level, I mean,” Oncie said, “What is our relationship?”
Greedler was fully alert now. This was a conversation that he most definitely did not want to have. Sexually, he was nothing but confident, but he himself had such an aversion to the emotional impact of anything that he’d forgotten his younger self didn’t. He had to keep his guard up now, and avert this conversation.
“We’re business partners,” Greedler said, “We help each other out. You help me, I help you. You more than me, of course.”
“I know that,” Oncie said, “I’m not talking about the business or the factory or your advice or anything like that. I’m talking about us, right now, like we are here. You don’t always have to be close to me like this.”
God dammit. Oncie had brought up the one thing that Greedler didn’t even want to admit to himself: he was lonely, he liked being close to someone, and even if he was still dominant within the relationship that longing he had still made him feel vulnerable. He didn’t like feeling vulnerable, not with anyone, not ever.
“You’re warm, I like it, I like touching you, I like fucking,” Greedler said, “There, are you happy?”
“Oh,” Oncie said, disappointed, “Is there anything else?”
“No,” Greedler said, turning away so that his back was up against Oncie’s instead of his chest.
Oncie didn’t reply and Greedler thought he was in the clear, when Oncie, after a great deal of debating whether or not to admit it, blurted out “I think I care about you.”
Greedler’s back arched like a threatened cat and he clenched his teeth so hard he could’ve bitten his own tongue off if it was in the way.
“Good for you,” he said, “Go to sleep.”
“Do…do you care about me?” Oncie said.
“No,” Greedler said, defensively, “No I don’t.”
“Then what was all that about, then? You said you were my friend, you said you wanted to help me out,” Oncie said, sitting up, flustered and agitated.
“Business, kid, get used to it,” Greedler said.
“I can’t believe you! I tell you that upsets me, I tell you to cut out the fake affectionate bullshit if you don’t really mean it, and you just keep doing it and doing it and doing it anyways,” said Oncie, a look of dismay crossing his face, “You really don’t care about me, do you?”
“No, I don’t,” Greedler said, “I thought I made that pretty fucking clear.
“No, you didn’t, you really didn’t,” Oncie said, getting up and turning the lights on and grabbing his pajamas, “I’m going to go. Mom’ll let me sleep on the couch.”
“Oh, really, you’d rather be with them than with me?” Greedler said, sighing, “You know you’ll be woken up by Brett and Chet flipping the couch over.”
“Yeah, yeah I’d prefer that,” Oncie said, “At least they never got my hopes up that they wouldn’t.”
“What are you do upset about, dammit?” Greedler said, sitting up to face Oncie, his teeth bared, “Do you know how long I’ve had to be alone for? I know how long you’ve been alone for already and you’ve never…my god, are you going to start crying?”
“N-no,” Oncie said, rubbing at his eyes, “It’s just…you’re me, you’re me and even you don’t want to be my friend, whatever I am right now you’ve obviously decided somewhere along the line that I’m not worth caring about, and you’re me, how am I supposed to feel like anything but a failure?”
“Deal with it!” Greedler yelled, “You’re not the only on who’s ever felt like a failure! You’ve made mistake, you would’ve made more mistakes without me! That’s why I’m here! I’ve made mistakes, I’ve learned from them, you’ll never have to learn like I did and you’re here about to cry your eyes out because I don’t want to make friendship bracelets with you? You’re pathetic!”
Oncie clenched his fist, determined to hold his tears back in now that he was being confronted like this, “Well, you know what? Yeah, you’re here, yeah, you’re helping me, but do you know why I’m listening to you? Do you know why I’m keeping you around, why I’ll continue to keep you around, even though you’re a total bastard?”
“Because you can’t bear the thought of failure?” Greedler said, “Because you want to succeed and you need me to do it, whether you like it or not?”
“No,” Oncie said, slipping into his pajamas and opening the door, “It’s because if I don’t make your mistakes, there’s a chance I might not end up being you, and that’s worth all the bullshit you can shovel on me. Good night.”
Before Greedler could retaliate, Oncie slammed the door and left.
Greedler stomped around, making a big display of how agitated he was, but he knew Oncie couldn’t hear. Not way over there, and certainly not over the sound of Aunt Grizelda’s wall-piercing snoring (another thing Oncie would rather put up with than him, Greedler couldn’t help but think to himself). He felt like a child throwing a tantrum now, and he hated it. He was in charge, he was in control. This is exactly what he wanted, this was what he was going for, right? He didn’t want to put up with any of that stupid emotional stuff, not when there was business to be done.
And yet, he didn’t feel happy, and as much as he tried to convince himself that it was because Oncie talked back to him and couldn’t stay in his rightful place, that wasn’t what really bothered him. It made him angry, yes, but…
As long as he’d spent considering himself a failure in his own timeline, being ashamed of his mistakes, beating himself up over them and convincing himself that he hated the person he used to be, hated this past version of himself for being so naïve and screwing everything up, that version of himself was still able to look up at him (him, the failure, the one who’d made mistakes) and say ‘I care about you’.
And Greedler had ruined that.
He laid back down on the bed, clutching Oncie’s pillow, the pillow he’d ripped apart a few nights ago. He didn’t know what he could say now, or what he’d do in the morning.
He couldn’t confront the possibility that he’d made another mistake.
Posted by greedlerandoncie in Fluffy Oncest, Multi-Chapter stories Tags: fanfiction, fluffy, onceler, oncest
by scorpions-tale
“Don’t you want to see them?” Oncie asked.
“No,” Greedler said, crouched up at the corner of the bed, arms around his legs.
“But they’re your family, too,” Oncie said.
“It’d be too hard to explain,” Greedler said.
“Well, you explained it to me, so you’ve already had some practice,” Oncie said, putting a hand on Greedler’s shoulder, “Come on, I bet you miss them, and everyone’s really happy to see me right now.”
“Missing them is the last thing I do!” Greedler said, swatting Oncie’s hand away, “And you do know why they’re so happy to see you, right?”
Oncie bit his lip, he knew that ‘because they missed me’ just wouldn’t be the truth, but it was nice to think that everyone was just really happy to see him for one reason or another.
“I don’t know. We’re family. Family’s happy to see each other,” Oncie said, doing his best to smile.
“You’re in denial,” Greedler said, “But whatever, just don’t make me get in on it.”
“Well, I’ll show you, I’m gonna have a great time with everybody and I’ll tell you about it when I get back,” Oncie said, “Then maybe you can reconsider.”
“I doubt it,” Greedler said, “Have fun.”
Oncie’s problem was that it was a lot harder to lie to your future self than it was for your future self to lie to you. Greedler already knew everything that happened, so he could be right, but the entire reason he was here at all was to change the past, so maybe it wasn’t so set in stone after all. Oncie knew that his family wasn’t always the most supportive, but Greedler seemed like too much of a pessimist to have an objective opinion on it. Oncie decided that he’d do his best to have a good time, even if things turned out as they normally did.
Greedler didn’t even want to think about family right now. He knew that these people weren’t his real family, but that didn’t make much of a difference to him anyways. Eventually, all of them dismissed him as a washed-up has been and left him to his own devices. As far as he was concerned, he never had a real family at all.
Oncie came back after a few hours, smiling ear-to-ear, “See? I had a great time. I wold you it’d go alright.”
“Hm, let me guess,” Greedler said, “They were nothing but proud of you. They knew all along that you’d be a success and they were sorry for ever doubting you.”
“Well, yeah, that was part of it,” Oncie said.
“Strange, that wasn’t their attitude a few days ago, was it?” Greedler said.
“Well, no, but I think they’ve really come around. Sometimes it just takes people a while,” Oncie said, walking over to the fridge to get an apple.
“Strange that that while just so happens to be the moment after you become profitable to them,” Greedler said.
“That has nothing to do with anything, okay?” Oncie said, slamming the fridge door shut, “I had a great time and maybe you’re just jealous.”
Greedler stood up and grabbed the apple out of Oncie’s hand, setting it down on the table, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were saying that just to spite me.”
“Well, maybe I am if you have to be such a big jerk about everything that makes me happy. Look, I’m sorry that bad things happened to you but neither of us is going to be happy if you keep dragging everything down,” Oncie said.
“I didn’t know you had it in you to spite anyone,” Greedler said, gripping Oncie’s arm hard enough to bruise.
“Well, I guess you were wrong about me. I don’t know why you’d think that, anyways, because you’re obviously pretty capable of it,” Oncie said, wrestling his way out of Greedler’s grip.
Greedler thought about that for a moment, and then smiled.
“I’m proud of you,” he said, drawing Oncie into a short kiss, “But you’re directing it against the wrong person. I’m not here to take anything I don’t deserve. Some people, however, will always be around to leech off of the successful. I’m not saying you have to cut them out of your life completely, but – be careful. Don’t give them too much or they’ll take advantage of you.”
“I don’t…I don’t think they’d do that,” Oncie said.
“Now you’re just being stupid. Don’t ruin the moment,” Greedler said, running one finger down Oncie’s cheek, “You have potential now. I’m going to show you how to do things the right way. But I know when you’re about to make a mistake, so you have to promise you’ll listen to me, alright?”
“Well, uh, maybe,” Oncie said, “I think I’d like to do things my way, sometimes. It’s our business, right? Not just yours.”
“Oh, Oncie,” Greedler said, and Oncie cringed a bit because it was the first time Greedler had actually used that nickname for him, “I’m not here to take your business away. I’m here to guide you. Doing things your own way is good and all, but there’s no real merit to making mistakes when you can be taught otherwise, right?”
“I guess so,” Oncie said.
“You want success, right?” Greedler said.
“Of course I do,” Oncie said.
“And wouldn’t it be nice to give them a little taste of their own medicine? They weren’t there when you needed them, why should you be there now? Don’t leave them with nothing, but you don’t need to be quite so generous,” Greedler said, “It’sour company. We’ve done all the work. They’re just lucky enough to be related to us.”
“I guess that makes sense,” Oncie said, “But they’re my family.”
“Yes, yes they are, but your family aren’t always your friends,” Greedler said, flicking Oncie’s hat off and giving his head a pat, “Do you know who your real friend is?”
“Uh…” Oncie hesitated for a moment, but he knew what he was expected to say, “…You?”
“Absolutely right,” Greedler said, “I can show you how friendly I can be, if you’d like.”
Greedler began unbuttoning his suit and Oncie just blushed, unable to get in any reply that wasn’t an incoherent stammer. Greedler didn’t expect any different and he continued removing each item slowly until his top was completely bare, save for the gloves.
This was the first time that Oncie had seen him without his suit on, and he was a little surprised. Greedler still, for the most part, had the same scrawny figure. You could probably count his ribs, if you dared to get in that close. Oncie was expecting a bit more muscle definition to him, with how strong he seemed. But a lot of Greedler’s power was emotional; he could be the least physically intimidating person alive but he’d still seem strong with the way he moved, the way he spoke, the way he seemed able to just take control of any situation.
Something about that appealed to Oncie. He still didn’t think he wanted to be like Greedler. He was bitter, grumpy, and at times a complete jerk. But he did like that powerful aura of his, he liked it a lot, and hoped that it could come without all the negative baggage Greedler seemed to be carrying around.
He reached out to touch Greedler’s chest, running his fingers down it, and was almost surprised to feel his heartbeat. He seemed otherworldly. Ethereal. How many years separated them? Five? Ten? It seemed like millions from Oncie’s point of view. That this person could have once been exactly like him didn’t even seem like a possibility anymore. He was afraid of what had to go on for such a big change to take place, but also strangely intrigued.
“You do want us to be friends, right?” Greedler said, clasping both of Oncie’s hands in his own.
“Y-yes,” Oncie said, completely swept up in Greedler’s allure.
“Close friends?” Greedler said, going to undo the buttons on Oncie’s vest.
“…How Close?” Oncie asked, although he already had a pretty good idea.
“Very, very close,” Greedler said, that predatory tone in his voice returning, “Closer than you’ve ever been to anyone.”
“But I’ve always been close to you, right? I mean…” Oncie trailed off, unable to let the ‘you’re-technically-me’ thing hold him back anymore.
“You have no idea how wrong you are,” Greedler said, “Don’t worry, I’ll start you off easy, if you do me a little favor.”
“What is it?” Oncie asked.
Greedler unbuttoned his pants, his cock hard already before he managed to shake his pants and underwear to the floor. He’d never say it out loud, but it had been years since he’d gotten any sort of action like this, after bottling himself up alone for so long. He cupped one hand around the back of Oncie’s head and pushed him downward, ever so slightly.
It took Oncie a moment to figure out what it was that he wanted, but he still clued in on his own and slowly took Greedler’s member into his mouth. Greedler had to bite down on his own lip hard to avoid moaning, his sharp teeth sending a trickle of blood down his chin. As desperate as he knows he’s been for this, he couldn’t allow himself to look it. He wouldn’t be anything other than absolutely in control, as long as he could help it.
Oncie was bad at this, terrible even, as it was his first time, but for the length of time Greedler had waited it may as well have been the best he’d ever gotten. His back arched and he clung tightly to Oncie’s shoulder, determined not to come too early, as if Oncie at this stage would know what was early or not.
Oncie tried his best to impress Greedler, but he was awkward the whole time, barely moving at all at first, then going in too deep before he found just the right rhythm, his hand clasping the base. Greedler didn’t let out any noise louder than that low growl he often had while angry, although he definitely wasn’t angry this time.
Greedler finally allowed himself to come, Oncie pulling back as if he were surprised when the warm liquid shot into his mouth. Greedler gave a small laugh, he knew that Oncie was naïve, for sure, but he’d definitely tried it on his own before. It shouldn’t have surprised him.
“Now it’s your turn,” Greedler said, grinning.
Oncie took one look at those teeth, a streak of blood still covering the top row, and shook his head, “Actually, I think I’m fine.”
“Oh, don’t worry, I’m not an idiot. I wouldn’t do it like that anyways,” Greedler said. Giving a blowjob was an action he considered far too submissive for his standards. He wouldn’t even be doing what he was about to do now, if he didn’t want to ease Oncie into physical contact before he could go all out.
Greedler snaked one hand down Oncie’s pants and he quickly tensed up with pleasure, showing more reaction to that little touch than Greedler did the entire way through. Oncie still wasn’t sure if Greedler’s hands were much better than his teeth, but he nodded his approval, the shivers of pleasure that coursed through him already being enough motivation to take the risk.
Greedler yanked Oncie’s pants off with his usual force, but as he stroked his past self’s cock he was surprisingly gentle, surprisingly skilled. His nimble movements showed all the skill and precision a guitar player ought to have – that was a hobby Greedler had never given up, even when he was alone, and he’d channeled his knowledge into this. It was frightening, being in the grip of someone who could so easily hurt him, but Greedler never did.
It was a good thing that his family had brought their own place to stay, because Oncie wasn’t very good at being quiet. He moaned loudly with every motion, and squirmed so much he would’ve fallen off the bed if Greedler hadn’t been holding onto him with his free hand.
“You have power now, you know,” Greedler said, never ceasing his strokes.
“W-what?” Oncie said, barely coherent.
“The ball is in your court, dear Oncie, you control the assets, you control people,” Greedler said, “You can give as little as possible to anyone who you need to keep close, and they won’t say a thing because they need you, they won’t cut you off and risk getting nothing.”
“I – I don’t k-know-“ Oncie stuttered out in between moans.
“I do. You’ll learn to embrace it, to use it to your advantage as I have,” Greedler said, suddenly ceasing his touches and leaving Oncie to writhe in anticipation, “You want it, don’t you?”
“Y-yes,” Oncie said.
“As in control as I am of you right now, you could be to them. It’s a good thing. You’ll learn to love it,” Greedler said, his hand moving towards Oncie’s cock again, “Just know one thing.”
“What?” Oncie said, just wanting to feel the touch of those velvety gloves on his cock again.
“You have power over them, not me,” Greedler said, going in for one final stroke as Oncie came.
Oncie let out a yell and fell over limp into Greedler’s arms, still not sure exactly what he was talking about or what he was agreeing with, aside from the fact that it all felt so good.
“Next time we can go all the way,” Greedler whispered, propping Oncie up on the pillow so he could rest.
The last thing Oncie felt before he passed out was Greedler pulling him backwards, his back pressed up against Greedler’s bare chest.
Posted by greedlerandoncie in Fluffy Oncest, Multi-Chapter stories Tags: fanfiction, fluffy, onceler, oncest
by scorpions-tale
Greedler had been sitting alone idly snacking on marshmallows for the better part of the day while Oncie was out trying to make a sale. Greedler showed no surprise at all when Oncie pushed open the door slowly, apologetic, head lowered like a beaten dog.
“So?” he said, as if he were hopeful.
Oncie held out the unsold thneed in front of him, shameful as if it were a flag of surrender, his eyes wide and watery as he waited for Greedler’s reaction.
“I see,” Greedler said, absolutely monotone, “Well, you can try again tomorrow.”
“What did you do? I mean, if we’re the same person we should have the same ideas, right?” Oncie said, “What did you do differently?”
“Oh, not much,” Greedler said with a wave of his hand, “I suppose a certain annoyance may have motivated me to try harder. A certain annoyance I got rid of for you.”
“Oh,” Oncie said, thinking on that, “Well, what if I needed whatever that was in order to sell it at all?”
Greedler hissed, getting way too close into Oncie’s personal space again, “Don’t you ever blame me for your own damn failures.”
Oncie dropped the thneed and backed down, “I wasn’t, I wasn’t, I just…do you really think I’m a failure?”
“Oh, no, of course not, things like this happen to everyone,” Greedler said, his tone softening as he reached both arms around Oncie’s torso from behind, “I’m sure you’ll do fine, don’t you worry. It’s not like there’s anything wrong with you, or something like that.”
“Do you…do you think that it’s possible, that there could be something wrong with me, though?” Oncie said, leaning back into Greedler’s grasp, “I mean, not that there definitely is, but that there could be, even though I’m just you from the past?”
“Well…I didn’t explain it very well, but this isn’t exactly the same past that I lived through. It’s complicated, I thought I’d spare you the explanation, seeing as getting used to me was tough enough,” Greedler said, running his fingers down Oncie’s arm, “So, while we are the same, we may not be absolutely identical on a technical level.”
“Oh,” Oncie said, shoulders slumped.
“Oh, but that doesn’t mean there’s anything wrong with you. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything,” Greedler said, but on his face was the biggest grin, he was glad to be standing behind Oncie right now because he isn’t sure he could’ve hidden it.
That’s right, he thought, I’m the superior one and you know it.
“I don’t know,” Oncie said, “To be honest, since you’ve been here I haven’t really felt like we’re the same at all. I know I’m supposed to be you, but I don’t know how I’m supposed to get there.”
“It’ll all work itself out in time,” Greedler said, stepping in front of him, touching his own hand to Oncie’s.
Seeing his hand against Greedler’s made Oncie feel less confident in himself than ever. It was like a wolf holding hands with a mouse. There was no doubt which one of them was the bigger, stronger, experienced, successful one. It wasn’t really fair, having to compare himself to someone who’s had years more to live. He knew it wasn’t fair. But he was doing it anyways.
“Can we lay down for a while?” Oncie said.
“I’m not tired,” Greedler said.
Oncie gave a look like he’d just been kicked.
“Oh, alright,” Greedler said, “You’re lucky I already washed my suit today. I don’t have anything else to do.”
“Thank you,” Oncie said, sitting on the edge of the bed and yawning.
Greedler got in behind him, waiting for Oncie to lie down before he closed his eyes, although he didn’t doze off right away as he did the previous two nights. Instead, he just lay there, restless, having nothing of his own to work on right now as he waited for his other self to taste the sweet lure of success. A good half hour after getting into bed, he heard something. A sort of sputtering noise.
He felt the shakes and realized it was Oncie, trying his best to cry quietly to himself after he figured Greedler was already asleep.
“What are you doing?” Greedler said.
Oncie jerked up, wiping his eyes with his sleeve, “N-nothing, just got some dust in my eyes is all.”
Greedler couldn’t help but think that Oncie was the worst liar on the planet, something he’d have to learn to work through sometime soon. He didn’t say anything, he just looked down at the puffy-eyed man in front of him, so frail, so confused, so…easily swayed in any direction Greedler wanted him to go. He leaned down and touched lips with his younger self, a full half-minute before he broke away.
“…Why did you do that?” Oncie said, blinking.
Greedler shrugged, and rolled over, not saying anything more. If he couldn’t sleep, he was at least pretending to, now.
Oncie was glad it was too dark to see how much he was blushing right now. He wasn’t at all sure what to make of the situation. Greedler’s actions didn’t make sense to him at all; half the time he looked like he was about to go on a rampage, the other half he was this overly-touchy, weirdly affectionate guy that Oncie couldn’t wrap his mind around. On the one hand, the guy was a jerk and continued to be a jerk, although that might be his own fault, and he spent a lot of time worrying about that, but – as conflicted as he was over that aspect of Greedler, Oncie liked his affectionate side, although even that seemed to have a touch of ferocity to it.
Maybe he’d been alone for too long. He was still worried. And still sad. But he fell asleep and didn’t cry any more. In the morning, he snuck out before Greedler woke up (and left a note to prevent another incident). He didn’t really want to confront him about the kiss just yet.
When Oncie came home again, he was in a very different mood than Greedler was used to seeing. He came without his thneed, slammed the door shut behind him, and sat on the bed with his arms crossed.
“I don’t get these people! I don’t understand! They’re just – just idiots that won’t even look at you unless you’ve got a billboard!” he said, stomping one foot on the floor.
Greedler grinned and edged in next to him, an arm around his shoulder. This was the first time something that Oncie was saying sounded like something he’d say, too.
“Yes, that’s true, but sometimes you just have to put up with it. Not everyone can be as smart as we are,” he said, “What did you do with your thneed?”
“I threw it away. This isn’t going to work. We’re just going to have to think of something else. I’m sure you’ve got some ideas, right?” Oncie said.
“Oh, I wouldn’t worry about that,” Greedler said, hearing the telltale footsteps and singing voices coming closer, “Listen.”
Oncie perked up, rushing outside to the adoring crowd. Greedler stayed in. He didn’t need to see this again. It was kind of comforting to see the very start of his business for a second time, but it was awakening some remnants of that naïve optimism in him that he currently found sickening.
He reminded himself of what happened, of where he went wrong, and waited for Oncie to come back in, which he did rather quickly, nearly jumping through the roof with excitement.
“Someone caught the thneed when I threw it out, and they love it! Now everyone wants one! Can you believe that?” Oncie said.
“Yes. I can,” Greedler said.
“What do you mean you…” Oncie trailed off, “Wait, you knew what the noise was, and…and you…did you know that this would happen?”
“Hm. I couldn’t tell you, otherwise you might just throw it at some random person who wouldn’t even care,” Greedler said.
“You lied to me?” Oncie said.
“It was for your own damn good! I told you, you were meant to throw It away on your own, after getting frustrated about it,” Greedler said, his angry side rising again, “I can’t believe you! You’ve succeeded and all you care about is that I lied.”
“I’m going to go out for a walk,” Oncie said, not at all comforted, “Maybe talking to some of those people will make me feel better.”
But it didn’t. Not even enthusiastic buyers and praise could get what was bothering him out of his mind. He understood the lie, and he understood the need to lie, there was just something about the way he’d been treated during the whole thing. He took a deep breath and decided to go confront his future self.
“Are you there?” he said, opening the door just a crack.
“Yes,” Greedler said, “Where else would I be? Have you come to your senses?”
“I don’t care that you lied to me, not this time,” Oncie said.
“Good. Come in then,” Greedler said, tossing Oncie a marshmallow.
“There’s something else I need to talk to you about,” he said, catching the marshmallow but putting it on the table, “I think maybe you went…a little too far, with the lying thing. Not the lie itself, but just, you know.”
“No, I don’t know,” Greedler said, talking slowly and enunciating every syllable as he always did when he was in a bad mood, “You’re going to have to tell me.”
Oncie didn’t like the way Greedler was moving right now, like a vulture circling prey. He knew he was going to have to be careful with this one, “Some of the stuff you said just made me feel like a failure. I really thought there was something wrong with me and you didn’t exactly help. I don’t think you had to be so harsh about it.”
“Well, shows what you know then, doesn’t it?” Greedler said, walking over to take the marshmallow if Oncie wasn’t going to eat it.
“I mean, maybe you could’ve had your reasons for it, but it kind of hurt, like when…least night when I woke up,” Oncie said, not wanting to allude directly to the crying or the kiss.
“I did have my reasons,” Greedler said.
“Okay. But it still hurt. Sometimes accidents hurt, you know? If I stepped on your foot by mistake I’d still say sorry,” Oncie said.
Greedler turned the other way and scowled, seeing that Oncie wasn’t going to give up on trying to get an apology out of him. Perhaps it would be to his benefit to just go along with it this time.
“Oh, of course,” he said, not sounding totally sincere about it, “Of course I’m sorry. I’m really, really sorry.”
He wrapped his arms around Oncie’s waist, pulling him close enough that their faces were only a few centimeters apart. He grinned and Oncie squirmed, those teeth being pretty intimidating to look at from this close up. Greedler didn’t loosen his grip, and eventually Oncie leaned into it, which was when Greedler took one hand off his waist and guided him into another kiss.
This kiss was different than the last drowsy, half-aware kiss Oncie had gotten and barely remembered. That was spontaneous, awkward, and random as if Greedler just didn’t know what else to do at the time. This was rough, domineering, and definitely well thought through. Oncie felt Greedler’s tongue slipping in between his lips, but he didn’t unclench his jaw to let the other’s tongue explore any further. Greedler finally pulled back, ending with a slight nip on Oncie’s lip, not hard enough to draw blood but still making it very clear that the possibility was out there.
Oncie knew that that wasn’t a real apology. He didn’t think Greedler had even listened to a word he set, much less actually thought about the point that he was making. But after the kiss, he was silent.
This was as close to physically intimate that he’d ever gotten with anyone before, as much as he hated to admit that.
The only thing he hated more was that he was making all sorts of excuses in his head on behalf of Greedler’s behavior again so he wouldn’t have to give it up.
Posted by greedlerandoncie in Fluffy Oncest, Multi-Chapter stories Tags: fanfiction, fluffy, onceler, oncest
by scorpions-tale
Greedler lay in bed as Oncie worked through the night on the thneed, making sure every detail was perfect. It was so strange to Greedler that someone would be hand-crafting a thneed again after all the mass-production he set up. Nothing he’d done existed here. He didn’t even exist here up until today, because if this were the same timeline as his own, it would’ve happened to him, too. And he definitely remembered the Lorax being the only sorry excuse of a companion he ever had.
He dozed off as Oncie still worked tirelessly on that thneed, having lost time by having to harvest it without cutting it down. It was good work ethic, Greedler was willing to give him that much. Greedler still didn’t want to see much of himself in this person who would never know his hardship. He was the one who deserved the name Onceler, this…other version was simply along for the ride. A possession, nothing more.
“Hello?” Oncie said, and Greedler could see the sun shining through the windows as he slowly opened his eyes, shielding himself from the brightness with one hand until he could find his glasses again.
“What do you want?” Greedler said, never being much of a morning person.
“It’s ten o’ clock, I thought you might want to wake up,” Oncie said.
“If I wanted to wake up, I’d be awake,” Greedler hissed, a hand on his forehead.
“Alright, no need to be a jerk about it,” Oncie said, flipping some pancakes over the stove.
“Who asked for your opinion?” Greedler said.
“I did, and that’s as good as you asking for it, isn’t it?” he said, but he didn’t look angry or bitter towards Greedler at all, “I made you some breakfast today, because I figured coming from the future might be a little exhausting. You didn’t sleep very well.”
Greedler thought his rest was quite refreshing, but as he sat up he noticed feathers scattered across the ground, and a pillow with multiple scratch marks all over it. He didn’t remember what he’d dreamt about, but he had only had something like that happen once before. The night his company went under. He didn’t bother to mention that.
“Here you go,” Oncie said, handing him the pancakes on a plate with a fork.
Greedler took them without so much as a thank-you, devouring them ravenously as if he hadn’t eaten in months. And then he took the stack sitting on the counter, and ate them, too.
“Hey! Those were mine,” Oncie said, visibly irritated now, “I think that was pretty obvious.”
Greedler shrugged, “Should’ve eaten before you woke me up.”
“Look, I appreciate your help, but if you’re just going to push me around I’d rather do it on my own, okay?” Oncie said, and Greedler glared at him, teeth bared, “I didn’t say you had to leave, alright? But if we’re going to do this business thing we have to be partners. I want to accomplish something, too.”
Greedler stood up, slinking dangerously close to Oncie, fists clenched. But, as much as he hated to admit it, he needed this version of himself. The way he was now, people would notice if he was suddenly so different. He feigned a smile and extended a hand towards Oncie, “Deal. I’m just a little exhausted, that’s all. Sorryabout the pancakes.”
“It’s alright,” Oncie said, accepting the handshake.
Greedler’s grip was strong, and his hand could almost crush Oncie’s if he tried hard enough. Greedler released his grip, and Oncie shook his hand out as if he’d just hit it with a hammer, but smiled awkwardly up at Greedler either way, “Yeah, uh, thanks.”
“I think you have somewhere to be,” Greedler said, not too eager to spend more quality time together, “You’ve got to sell that invention you’ve spent all night making, right?”
“Right, right,” Oncie said, rishing to grab his hat, his guitar, and the thneed, “I’ll be back when I’ve made a sale!”
He walked out the door whistling a happy tune, but he didn’t come back when Greedler expected him to. In fact, he didn’t come back at all. It was near dark, and there was no sign of Oncie to be found.
Shit. The possibilities of what could’ve went wrong rushed through Greedler’s head. Had his influence been a disaster after all? Was he doomed to screw things up in every timeline? He didn’t want to waste more years trying to get another fresh start. He ran out of the house, nearly tearing the door off its hinges, and set out towards town as fast as he could go.
About halfway there, he heard the familiar twang of guitar strings from behind a rather large rock. Sure enough, there was Oncie, sitting on the other side, absent-mindedly strumming his guitar with a look of dismay on his face.
“What in the hell are you doing?” said Greedler, his voice when he was yelling lower-pitched and almost demonic sounding.
“Nothing, I – I’m just – “ Oncie backed himself up against the rock as if that would protect him, his eyes darting towards the unsold thneed, “I didn’t sell it, okay? I failed. Our business plan is ruined now, isn’t it?”
“So, what, you were just going to stay out here and never come back?” Greedler said, still irritated but less enraged now that he knew Oncie wasn’t lost or worse.
“I just didn’t know what to say to you,” Oncie said, “You said I was supposed to sell this. I didn’t. What’s the point in coming back if I’ve made a mess out of everything already?”
“Oh, that’s just a minor set back,” Greedler said, taking Oncie by the arm and pulling him towards the campsite, “You shouldn’t be so worried about that. You can try again tomorrow, right?”
Greedler knew that it wasn’t going to sell tomorrow, either. Or any time he actually tried to go out and sell it. But his only concern right now was that Oncie didn’t pull any stunts like this again, so he tried his best not to seem as angry as he was.
“You have to promise me you’ll come back, no matter what happens, alright? I can work something out, even if you don’t sell it right away,” Greedler said, “But we’re partners, and…and friends, right? We ought to stick together.”
Oncie didn’t say anything, but his expression brightened. When Greedler caught him behind that rock, the way he looked, the way he was yelling, Oncie could’ve sworn he was about to be torn in half. Was that concern? Was he only that upset because he was so afraid for the safety of his friend? Oncie didn’t quite know how to recognize that. It wasn’t familiar to him, being cared about like that. But it must be, that must be it, he rationalized to himself, and it made him feel more comfortable around Greedler than he had been before, although his wrist was surely being bruised by the way Greedler was dragging him around right now.
“I’m sorry,” Oncie said, as they got closer and closer to home, “I won’t do that again. I won’t leave you alone anymore.”
With his free hand, Oncie gave Greedler’s arm a gentle squeeze, but there was no response other than a small grunt and a nod of approval. Greedler’s expression didn’t change at all, even with the promise of not being alone.
We are alone, you idiot, Greedler wanted to say, we’re technically the same.
Greedler only released Oncie from his grasp when they stepped through the doorway, door still open from when Greedler stormed out.
“Get changed and get to bed, it’s late already,” Greedler said.
“I’m not really all that tired, and I’m still kind of hungry after being out there all day,” Oncie said, and he was about to continue before he was interrupted by a growl from the Greedler.
“You should’ve thought of that before you sat out there all day, then,” Greedler said, “I’m tired and I don’t want you pulling anything stupid while I’m asleep, so you can come to bed, too.”
“Oh, well, alright then, if that’s the case,” Oncie said, not bothering to argue with what could vaguely be interpreted as ‘caring’.
“How can you not be tired, anyways? Did you even sleep last night?” Greedler asked.
“Only a few hours. Just at the table. I was tired, but I was woken up by, uh…” he wanted to say ‘by your terrifying shouting’, but he figured that might be a bad idea, “Well, I’m kind of awake now, but I’ll go to bed if you want.”
“Yes, I do want,” Greedler said, lying back down on the lumpy, too-small bed that was available.
“Hang on, I’ll just dig out the sleeping bag, I was too exhausted last night but I know I have one somewhere in here,” Oncie said.
“No,” Greedler said, “Just use the bed.”
“Oh,” Oncie said, “You’re letting me have the bed?”
“Ha! Hardly, just get over here,” Greedler said, putting his glasses and top hat on a nearby stand.
“Uhh…” Oncie was trying to find a way to say ‘that’s awkward’ without offending his future self, but the best he could come up with was “There’s barely any room left, with the way you have to curl up like that.”
“Too bad,” Greedler said, “What, are you nervous? It’s not like I’m a stranger or something.”
“Well, no, I guess not,” Oncie said, not being able to argue with that, “Do you at least want some extra pajamas? I have another pair.”
“No,” Greedler said, “Just hurry up. Searching for you was tiring.”
“Are you sure?” Oncie said, “These ones are a little too big so they might just fit you.”
“I said no,” Greedler said, “How many times to I have to tell you to hurry the hell up?”
Oncie shrank back, head down. He didn’t like it when his other self acted like that. He had sincerely hoped that that type of behavior would’ve subsided after a good night’s rest, but maybe today was just too stressful, too. Tomorrow would be a better day.
He got changed and sat at the edge of the bed, Greedler being nearly asleep already. He looked down nervously at the shredded pillow (which, by the way, was the pillow that Greedler had left for Oncie to use) before he was yanked down, his legs hanging awkwardly off the bed as Greedler held him close.
Greedler wasn’t going to let Oncie call the shots of when to get up anymore. He had caused enough stress today, so it would be better if he got used to running on Greedler’s schedule. Tomorrow was another day of failure, after all.
Oncie, unable to fall asleep, listened to the sound of Greedler’s breathing as it became slower and deeper until he was sure that his future self was sleeping. His claw-like fingers sometimes dug into Oncie’s back uncomfortably, but there was thankfully no scratching.
Oncie tried very hard not to find this situation weird, but the thought that confused him most was that it was kind of comforting to have a warm body in the same bed as him, even if that bed was all too small. It was a sadly unfamiliar feeling, but one that he could see the appeal of, even if the other person was himself.
He hadn’t really been able to see Greedler as another version of himself, though. He was just so…different, aside from the physical similarities, and even then they could easily be told apart. Greedler just seemed so aggressive, and angry, and…strange that he couldn’t imagine himself ending up as him.
But that’s why he was here, right? Oncie knew he’d come to correct some mistakes he had made in his own time. Maybe there was a lot of hardship there. Maybe he didn’t want Oncie to turn out the way that he did. It was that interpretation that kept Oncie from acting out against Greedler the way he wanted to. He didn’t like being pushed around and, despite their deal, he felt like he still was being pushed around.
But what did he know? He was just the past version. The one about to make all the mistakes. The one that couldn’t even go out and sell the thneed with the guidance of someone from years in the future.
Maybe he was a failed version of this successful entrepreneur.
Maybe he was annoying, and frustrating, and couldn’t do anything right.
Maybe Greedler was being as patient with him as he possibly could.
The best he could do now was show some patience of his own in return.
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