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I wanna fuck you like an animal

Summary:

In his corner of Beast-Yeast, Burning Spice is all-powerful. All are subservient to his will, and he knows every inch of the Spice Ridge like the back of his hand. Nothing and no one is beyond his sight.

Including the Lassi Springs.

...Including when Golden Cheese stops to take a bath at the Lassi Springs.

Notes:

Burning Spice gets a little worse with each BurningCheese fic I post, doesn't he?

Well, I have fics planned where he's better, I promise... but not this one lol

Slight canon divergence, where GC actually stops to relax for a minute at the Lassi Springs instead of only having a drink. (If only she knew how wrong of a choice that really was...)

Title + base inspiration come from "Closer" by Nine Inch Nails

(Sorry the quality isn't that great in this one, I'm getting kind of burnt out and probably need a short break after this)

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

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Ugh... so bored...

 

Just where in the world was she?

 

Burning Spice lay flat on his throne, arms crossed behind his head and his hair splayed across the pillows and spilling over the sides as he scowled at the ceiling. To think he woke up early for this... just for her. He hated waking up early, for any reason - but today was meant to be special. Today was the day destiny arrived. That their destiny arrived, at long last. And yet, she still dared to keep him waiting? After he's already spent so many painful eons waiting for her?

 

Curse Saffron Buffalo and his hubris. "Oh, forgive me master, she escaped from us in the spice storm." How sad. What a shame. Truly, an unavoidable tragedy, unless he'd bound her from head to toe like Burning Spice fucking told him to-

 

Hmph... no matter. He had his own way of keeping track of his darling little thief.

 

He rose from his throne with a huff, and made his way to his relic chest. He threw the lid open and pulled out a familiar, ornate obsidian mirror - an old artifact crafted and gifted to him by the Wild Spices sometime ago - as carefully as he could, for it was one of the few trinkets he'd ever come across that he could not afford to destroy.

 

Dusting it off gently, he gazed into the mirror's cold, black surface - it was completely empty, not even showing his own reflection.

 

"Show me Golden Cheese," he growled.

 

At his command, the mirror began to glow a faint scarlet; the pristine, bottomless void staring back at him became cloudy, trembling and swirling until the fog eventually cleared and gave Burning Spice what he asked for.

 

Ah... the Lassi Springs, huh? Fair enough, he supposed. Spice storms never reached that place.

 

There she stood in the small clearing next to the springs, talking happily with the Lassi Spring guard. Beside her stood a man in a strange, dark hood - the unwanted stowaway, if he recalled Saffron Buffalo's words correctly.

 

Burning Spice glared at him. He knew nothing of this man, not even his name - but he knew he was important to Golden Cheese in some way, and that was more than enough motivation to utterly despise him. He was standing too close to her. He kept looking in her direction. Burning Spice even saw him open his mouth to speak to her. No, no, no, this wouldn't do at all... This must be rectified, and soon. Perhaps after he reclaims his soul jam and claims Golden Cheese as rightfully his.

 

Looking a bit closer, he saw the man smile and speak to her in what appeared to be a laughing tone.

 

...No, it's not 'perhaps after reclaiming his soul jam' anymore. It's 'as soon as humanly possible'. It is 'if the Wild Spices do not find him and bring me his head, I shall do it myself, and then inflict the same punishment onto them for disappointing me'.

 

He returned his gaze to Golden Cheese and his furious expression softened. Ah... much better. A much more pleasant sight to behold. Golden Cheese, his precious thief. His little bird. His prey. His.

 

What she and the others were talking about, Burning Spice had no idea. The mirror, unfortunately, did not offer any sound, and he never got the hang of reading lips - not that it would have made a difference if he did, because he cared less about understanding what Golden Cheese was saying and more about how soft and full her lips looked. How he wished to capture them with his own. How he wanted to slip his tongue past them and explore her sweet mouth, and smile into their kiss when he felt her own tongue start to move and push back against him. How he longed to feel her wince as he sank his teeth into her bottom lip, only for her little grunt of pain to melt into a soft sigh of pleasure as he diligently lapped up the blood before it could drip down her chin.

 

Yes, he... he needed...

 

...He needed to pay attention, and try to make out what her next move will be. Yes, that's what he needed to do. Right. Of course.

 

Shaking his head and focusing on the mirror once more, he saw the hooded man lower his head, his eyes narrowed at her and lips moving quickly - he was whispering something to her, and seemed rather irritated about it, as well. Golden Cheese waved at him nonchalantly, leaning in closer (which Burning Spice does not like one single bit) and whispering something to him in response, before standing up straight again and giving him a sly wink (now, what did the man say or do to deserve such an adorable little gesture?). The man rolled his eyes in a dramatic fashion, but otherwise did nothing to stop her as she walked back to the guard. He himself made his way in the opposite direction, to a small group of spice warriors huddled at the edge of the clearing - Pepper Pangolin was among them, Burning Spice noticed. Another fool who has failed his mission in bringing Burning Spice's thief to him and is now failing continuously. The soul jam was sitting on her forehead, was he blind or simply that stupid?

 

Burning Spice screwed his eyes shut and rubbed at his temples in irritation. This is what he gets for entrusting anything important to cannon fodder. Useless, all of them.

 

When he opened his eyes again, everyone was gone; in fact, he just barely missed the hooded man walk into the brush with Pepper Pangolin and the others. Whatever, he didn't care about that - where was Golden Cheese?

 

The mirror seemed to read his mind and focus on a small hut next to the springs. A hand reached through the curtain and pulled it back, revealing the woman he'd been waiting for.

 

...Who was now in a towel.

 

...And nothing else, as far as he could tell.

 

His eyes grew wide, mouth falling open in shock, heart and mind now racing a thousand miles an hour - until he got a hold of himself long enough to try to guess what was going on. She... she must've told her henchman she wanted to bathe in the Lassi Springs. He must have spoken out against this. She insisted it was fine, he relented, albeit begrudgingly. He gets the attention of the spice warriors and leads them elsewhere, probably to give her privacy. The guard is also gone; he must want to do the same.

 

He didn't allow himself to blink even once as he watched her walk casually towards the springs, raking his starving eyes up and down and up and down and up and down her figure. The towel stopped around her knees, about the same as her skirt - hell, the towel covered up more than her actual clothing did, as it actually hid her usually exposed midriff. But he didn't mind. Not at all. He liked it, he liked the towel - it reminded him of the skirt, which in turn reminded him of how easy it would be to lay her down and pull the skirt aside and spread her legs and... and...

 

She dipped her toes in the lassi and smiled. Must feel nice. Burning Spice understood; he himself has visited the springs before. Even he, the Great Destroyer, enjoys them.

 

Maybe they could go together someday.

 

He kept on watching her, mirror so close to his face that it almost bumped against his nose. Her back was to him now (how convenient). He saw the towel start to fall, cascading down her back, and- and-

 

Just as it reached the small of her back, he looked away. He just couldn't do it. He couldn't look, not even at her backside.

 

No... He wanted to earn the right to see her bare. He already knew she was perfect, sculpted by divine hands, he didn't necessarily need her to strip for him to see that. But... he wanted it. He hungered for it. And peeping at her like this was boring. Too easy. No - that delicious, perfect body should be his rightful reward after a long, hard-won battle. After reclaiming the soul jam and his power, bending the Tide of Change to his will once again. After he swayed her to his side, made her see that he is right and destruction is the only way, charmed her and stole her heart just as she has stolen his.

 

Right after their wedding, when it was time to consummate their union.

 

He looked over his shoulder at his throne. The soft, luxurious pillows, made of the finest silk and cotton. The intricate carvings and boldly colored floral wreaths surrounding it. The glittering pearls and beads hanging from the arch up above. That was where they would have their wedding night. He'd already decided.

 

Their wedding night...

 

...Fuck it, his pants are too tight, to hell with it all-

 

He slowly turned his head back around and peeked cautiously at the mirror. She was in the lassi spring, submerged up to an inch or two below her collarbone. He couldn't see anything past that. Good, excellent. It's alright. He's seen enough that he can imagine the rest on his own.

 

He rushed back to his throne and practically threw himself onto it, holding the mirror in one hand as he used the other to quickly pull his pants down and grab hold of his aching cock.

 

Fuck, she's so beautiful. He drank in the intoxicating sight of her with unblinking eyes as he stroked himself roughly. She laid her head back and sighed softly; he imagined her throwing her head back and moaning as he showered her neck with hot kisses, making a little noise of pain as he sunk his teeth into her delicious flesh and branded her with love bite after love bite. Her mouth curled into a small, content smile; he imagined her smiling at him as they both struggled to catch their breath after he kissed her until his lungs couldn't take it anymore, until he gained a second wind and pulled her back in for more. Her hair swayed gently in the breeze; he imagined his hand buried in it, tugging fiercely at her fluffy, golden locks, listening to her moan around his cock as he tried to force it deeper into her mouth.

 

He stared into the cool, white lassi that hid the rest of her body from him. His mind's eye traveled beyond it, lower, to her chest - damn it, how his hands ached to toss that fancy collar aside, to tear those pristine wrappings to shreds, to finally squeeze and knead those beautiful, perfect breasts. Would she be content with him caressing her in such a way? Would she want something different, something more - like him wrapping his lips around her nipple and suckling, or flicking the bud with his tongue, or nibbling the soft, supple flesh, leaving her yet more scandalous bruises? Trick question, it doesn't matter, he's going to do all of the above and more.

 

And- and the skirt. Oh God, the skirt. All he needed to do was shove her onto her back, pull it aside and spread her legs apart. That was it. Shove her down, pull it aside, spread her legs, grab her hips tight, finally close the gap between his starving mouth and that dripping wet pussy. He's not going to be slow or gentle, he's not going to bother with teasing, he's waited too long for this, he's been fighting off hunger for eons, he NEEDS to bury his face between her legs and listen to her moan as he licked and sucked on her clit and whine as he lapped at her entrance and feel her grab fistfuls of his hair and try desperately to force his tongue deeper and deeper inside of her, exactly as he himself had done to her previously.

 

Or maybe, instead, he'd just go ahead and shred the damn thing, pull her down on top of him, and get her to sit on his fucking face. He'd just wrap his arms around her hips and squeeze as tight as he could so she couldn't move or escape - even though she still very much could, she can fight back whenever she wants, she was just as strong as he was, he wouldn't love her if she wasn't, she doesn't try to escape because she doesn't want to - and he can eat her out as much as he fucking wants, for as long as he fucking wants. Because it's not really about her. It's about him. It's about him being so desperate to make love to her with his mouth that it's driven him to the brink of madness. It's about him being fucking desperate to feel her grind on his face because she's fucking desperate for him to continue. It's about him needing to taste her, he will DIE if he doesn't taste her, if she doesn't cum on his face over and over again and soak him with her juices- fuck just let him drink that honey, let him devour this sweet ambrosia, this luscious, divine nectar-

 

Burning Spice swore under his breath as he came hard, all over his hand. For a moment, he lay still, trying to calm his racing heart - and then he looked back at the mirror and saw that Golden Cheese was still there, enjoying herself in the spring. And then he looked over at his cock, and saw that he was still rock hard.

 

If she wasn't done, then neither was he.

 

He screwed his eyes shut and picked up the pace again, stroking himself hard and fast as he dove straight back into his fantasy. Of course he wouldn't stop there, why would he? They still needed to consummate. He still needed to toss her legs over his shoulders and bury his cock inside of her, all the way to the hilt. He still needed to feel sweat dripping down his body as he fucked her completely senseless. He still needed the erotic sound of wet skin slapping against wet skin combined with Golden Cheese's whines and moans to pierce his ears and burrow into his skull. He still needed to keep touching her, keep groping her, keep caressing her, keep marking her with his hands and nails and teeth. He still needed to feel her return the favor, to feel her use those immaculate nails to tattoo his back and his arms and his sides over and over again. He still needed her to suddenly give him a sly smirk before using the strength she'd been holding back all this time to flip them both over, knocking him onto his back and sitting on top of him, wresting control away from him and still smirking at him as she held him down with just one hand and started riding him to kingdom come. (He started thrusting upwards into his hand as if it really was Golden Cheese as he imagined this, losing himself further and further as his sinful thoughts consumed him.)

 

And then he would take back control and flip them over again. And then eventually, she'd fight back and put him in his place again. They would have this battle for dominance all night, until he had to bite into her neck and reach down to rub her clit with his thumb to coax one more choked moan out of her tired, burning lungs, until their throats were raw from screaming each other's names a thousand times and neither of them could speak coherently anymore, until he was milked completely dry, until they've completely destroyed each other, until every thought and memory in his mind was completely wiped out and all that remained was HER- his little thief, his bird, his prey, his beloved, his goddess, HIS GOLDEN CHEESE-

 

Burning Spice came again with a moan he couldn't stifle, even harder than before. Again he lay still, panting, trying to regain his composure - but when he succeeded and he lifted his head to look at the mess he'd made, he scowled. This is why he hated touching himself, even if he always gave in to the temptation anyway: it was a waste. His seed shouldn't be all over his hand. It should be staining Golden Cheese's lips white and oozing down her throat. It should be drenching her breasts, her stomach, her thighs. It should be coating her insides, filling her womb, as deep inside of her pussy as he could possibly go.

 

...Right. The mirror. He gazed into it one more time; it revealed to him that Golden Cheese - the real Golden Cheese - had finished her bath sometime ago, and was now emerging from the hut fully dressed. A bit of a shame, in his eyes (and rather embarrassing that she finished before he did, without him even noticing), but it was alright. Someday, they'll enjoy the springs together. And she won't need a towel then, because he can just lick her clean himself.

 

With a wave of his hand, the mirror's image faded back to black, and he rose from his throne to mimic Golden Cheese and go clean himself up. It wouldn't do to look like such a mess when they finally met. She was always at her best, regardless of what greeted her; he must be the same.

 

A dark smile slowly crept across his face as he stepped into his own bath. It really was almost time... Destiny would be arriving soon. Such joy and satisfaction did remembering this bring him - combined with him letting off steam by masturbating, admittedly - that he no longer cared about his soldiers failing him. He didn't care about them at all, really. All he cared about was himself and his little golden thief; them and their struggle for power, his claim to divine strength versus hers. Destruction and Abundance, apart for so long, now becoming one at long last. First in battle. Then in matrimony. Then in bed.

 

Whether today, or tomorrow, or sometime after that, the Tide of Change will come for her.

 

And he will swallow her whole.

Notes:

I got a little carried away describing a dangerously insane guy jerking off to his crush, didn't I

I'm sorry, I know this is pretty fucked. But the brain worms saw the GC/BS yin-yang part of BS's gacha animation and asked me "why he lookin' straight at the pussy though" (that is not a lie, watch the gacha animation and pay attention to when he opens his eyes, slow it down if you have to) and then told me to write this. I gotta listen to the brain worms ok, they're holding my family hostage-

I PROMISE the next fic will be less fucked. Not every fic I've got in mind is BS deserving to be put on some kind of registry, I swear 😅😅😅 writing about a perverted menace (who is always shut down, of course, I never intend on letting BS get any closer to "victory" than this or getting handsy for 0.5 seconds before GC beats his ass) is funny in a dark way. I've never actually written anyone like this before.

In any case, TAKE-HOME ASSIGNMENT FOR BURNINGCHEESE SHIPPERS:
1) Open Spotify or YT or whatever you've got
2) Put on "This Hurts" by Mindless Self Indulgence
3) Set it to about 1:16, RIGHT where the line "Oh God, I can't exist" starts, and pause
4) Open YT in another tab, put on the fight cutscene, RIGHT WHERE IT IS ABOUT TO BEGIN EXACTLY
5) Unpause the song and the cutscene at the exact same time
Do this correctly and the cutscene will be *PERFECTLY IN SYNC* with the song, including "to justify my existence" playing during the moment BS evades GC's spear thrust and his face reflects in the spear tip (just a really perfect synchronization there), and MOST IMPORTANTLY, when GC flies backwards off the cliff and BS jumps after her, the jump cut between the zoom in on his face and hers will be PERFECTLY in sync with "fucking you will make me stronger". Like (BS) Fucking you / (GC) Will make me stronger. And their expressions are perfectly in sync as well, "fucking you" w/ BS and that demonic grin and overly excited look in his eyes VS "will make me stronger" w/ GC looking angry and determined. It's like he really is trying to convey that to her, it's that perfect imo

Congratulations, you now have a short AMV if you do this correctly, you're welcome. (Also honestly, this song syncs up really well with the fight scene at pretty much any point. A little too well. Pretty sus to me idk 👀)

ALSO, NOTICE: I am considering making a BurningCheese blog to promote my fics and spam shitty BurningCheese memes. Yea or nay? All of you give me your thoughts please, do I continue to spread the gospel and risk persecution or stay in the hidey hole I've made here?