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pucksslut · 4 years

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-a soulmate who wasn’t meant to be

summary: burdened by constant nightmares, you force yourself to relive memories, struggling with coping and handling your grief.

pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader

word count: 2,621

warnings: angst, wholeee lotta angst! mentions of some things that could possibly be triggering(depression), grief

authors note(s): my first post on here! any constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated! also, feel free to request things for me to write! thank you:)

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“Fuck,” you groaned, rubbing the sleep off your eyes as you looked around. The sun still asleep, the moon bright as ever. You cup your face with your hands, remembering the nightmares that consumed you as you slept. Swinging your feet off the bed, you walked to your bathroom.

“Holy shit,” you whispered, taking a short look at yourself in the mirror. Your eyes bloodshot, the skin surrounding was red, swollen even, hair a complete disaster.

You questioned if you’d even slept, feeling exhausted as ever. Walking back to your bed, you pick up your phone. Unlocking it, you felt as if your heart completely shattered. Your own eyes betrayed you, boring into your wallpaper, where a once happy couple sat on a bench. Remembering the day that picture was taken, as if it had recently just happened.

…

“Katsuki! You have to at least smile.” You begged your blonde boyfriend, looking at his grumpy face,

“Fuck that, I’m taking the fucking picture you begged me to take. Be grateful.” Bakugou mumbled,

“I’m sorry about him, his manners need a bit of work.” You tried to laugh off Bakugou’s rude behavior. The stranger taking the picture uncomfortably smiled. You tried to nudge Bakugou, but he kept the straight look on his face.

‘There’s only one solution,’ You thought to yourself. Reaching over to your boyfriend, you began to tickle his stomach.

“What the fuck, Y/N?” Bakugou questioned, trying his best to not laugh. Smiling to yourself, you continued your assault.

“Katsu, stop being a stubborn asshole and smile!”

Finally, you earned a grin on his face. Turning to the stranger, you smiled, signaling for her to take your photo.

“I got it.” She quietly said. You stopped tickling Bakugou, adjusting your shirt, you stood up.

“Thank you so much,” You said, walking over to grab your phone from her, “And sorry for his attitude, he’s a bit of a handful.” You smiled, the woman returning your action before quietly walking away.

“The fuck did you just say?”Bakugou hissed, standing up from the bench.

“You heard me.” You grinned, walking over to your boyfriend. Grabbing him by the waist, you wrapped your arms around the blonde boy, nuzzling into his neck. You pulled out your phone to look at the photo,

“Katsuki, look how cute we are!” You exclaimed shoving the phone into his face. You could feel the happiness radiating off of yourself, consumed by an unruly amount of love for your him.

“I’m sorry for being an ass.” Bakugou said quietly, looking up at him you asked,

“Is the Bakugou Katsuki apologizing?” Sarcasm hitting him straight in the face,

“Damnit, I’m just trying to be nice.” He hugged you back, a permanent smile forming across your lips,

“I love you so much, Katsuki. You know that, right?” You asked him, a tone of reassurance in your voice.

“I love you so much more, Princess.” He says, and that line will never fade in your memory.

“I’d never leave you, together forever. Till the very end.” You quietly said, sticking up your pinky finger to him, signaling your signature pinky promise.

“I promise, I’ll stick with your annoying ass” He lovingly coos, interlocking your pinkies together. Your heart was finally complete, like a puzzle aching to be finished.

You loved him, and he loved you. Till the very end.

…

You both had been together for 3 years, and you had noticed that you were to the only person he’d ever treat that way. Allowing himself the ability to openly show his affection around you. Bakugou had never been the type to show how he was feeling, always hiding his emotions deep down where no one could find them, but then there was you.

No one would have guessed that the hot-headed Pro-Hero could fall in love, but you two were perfect for each other. Somehow, you both to balanced each other out, like the sunlight to a blooming flower, you needed each other. You had proclaimed to your friends that you and Bakugou were soulmates, how he was your everything. They agreed, figuring that you were the only one able to ground him, to turn him into the loving and doting husband no one could ever picture him as.

Now, what is it you loved about him? What exactly was it that brought you so much closer to the emotionally-detached boy? You see, there were more than enough reasons for you to love Bakugou Katsuki.

You frequently admired him, you swore you could stare at his features for hours. How perfectly is hair would cascade around his face, or how adorable his angry facial expressions were, especially when he would scrunch his nose when he laughed. You noticed everything about Katsuki, and for a matter of fact, he noticed everything about you.

He was astonished by your beauty, repeatedly telling himself you were the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. He’d frequently tell you about the first time he saw you, in his words,

“You’re annoying ass wouldn’t fucking leave me alone, but goddamn, you looked absolutely breathtaking.”

He kept these compliments between you and himself, you were his self-proclaimed “little secret”. As a matter of fact, he would tell you all the things he loved about you; he loved how the front pieces of your hair perfectly framed your face, how you would bite your cheek when you were nervous, or how perfectly your hand fit into his. Everything you did was absolutely breathtaking in his eyes.

You admired him for his strength, how he could continuously get up from a fight and never back down, even if it was an argument, Bakugou always had to be right. This annoyed you of course, but he was headstrong, it was something you wished you could be. You knew him like the back of your hand, his likes or dislikes, what things would make him angry, or what made him smile.

No one ever thought of Bakugou as the type to settle down. His only intention was to become the number one hero, that was it, plain and simple. As cliché as it sounds, you changed his outlook for him, forcing him to push harder for not only himself, but for you. He fell for you, and he fell hard. Something he could never see himself doing, but low and behold, you amazed him once again.

He was your rock, your blanket when the nights got cold or for when the days got hard. The shoulder you could always cry on, happy tears or sad. The man you could always rely on when everything got too overwhelming. Even when he was being a complete asshole, you were completely and utterly in love with Bakugou Katsuki.

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What went wrong you ask?

You didn’t even know that yourself. It was so difficult for you to wrap your head around, you hadn’t even been able to completely digest it yet. Nightmares accompanied you every night, reminding you of what you’d lost.

You often found yourself heavily sobbing, but tonight was so much worse. Heavy cries filling the room. You’d be surprised if the neighbors couldn’t hear it, agitated that someone could be so loud in the middle of the night. Throwing your phone across the room, you fell to the floor, wrapping your arms around your legs and sobbing into your knees.

It hurt so bad. Memories racked through your head.

‘What the fuck went wrong?’ You continuously asked yourself. You swore it’d been hours since you found yourself in this position, your eyes eventually running out of tears. You wiped your flamed cheeks, cursing at how badly your face burned. Getting up off the ground, you walked to the bathroom once again, splashing cold water onto your face. You sat on the toilet, pinching your arm, hoping that this endless nightmare could finally go away. But it didn’t

Throwing on a pair of sweats and shoes, you left your cold apartment. Your throat burned, eyes completely bloodshot. You didn’t know what time it was, or how long you’d been in your room. Your life had been on an endless loop, you hadn’t eaten in days it felt. Friends stopped by every so often, wishing you apologies or an ‘It will get better’. All of it was bullshit. You knew they were just trying to show you support, but you didn’t need pity, more so, you didn’t want their pity.

You found yourself walking along the sidewalk, hands stuffed into your pockets. The same thoughts swirling around in your head, silently, you begged them to stop. To stop reminding you of what you’d lost.

…

“You’ve reached Bakugou Katsuki, this number isn’t available at the moment, but leave your message at the beep!” Beep. A woman’s voice came from the phone.

‘Fuck.” You mumbled under your breath,

“Hey Kat, it’s me, your wonderful girlfriend! It’s late, where are you? Please call me back, I love you!” You said ending the voice message, worry evident in your voice.

It’d been hours since you’d last heard from your boyfriend. You figured that he was busy, as he was always swamped at work. Being the number one hero was extremely difficult and all, but he was still always able to make time to call, or at least text the usual, ‘I’m at work. Love you’, but today was different.

You’d made yourself comfortable on the couch in the living room, hoping to hear the door swing open, letting you know Bakugou was home. The TV blared obnoxiously loud through the house, you endlessly flipped through channels, trying to get your mind over where he could possibly be.

‘What the fuck.’ You mumbled to yourself. It was nearing two in the morning, four hours out from when his shift was supposed to end. Grabbing your phone from off your leg, you’d still hadn’t received a single call or text from Katsuki. Filled with worry, you dialed the only person you could think of calling.

“Kiri? Hey, it’s me.” You addressed through the phone, nervously playing with the hem of your sock.

“Y/N? It’s late, something up?” Kirishima’s soft voice rang through the phone. Bakugou’s best friend was the one person you thought to call, as he almost always knew of your boyfriend’s whereabouts.

‘No shit, why else would I be calling so late?’ You grunted to yourself,

“Yeah, actually there is. Have you heard from Katsuki? I’ve tried calling and he hasn’t picked up. His shift ended hours ago. He isn’t home.” You said, you thought you sounded stupid. Obviously something had to be wrong, why else would he not have come home? You’re extreme worry filled your body, but you had to be strong. You took a deep breath to remind yourself that all is ok, sighing through the phone.

“Shit, Y/N. I haven’t spoken to him all day.” Kirishima said tiredly, however, you could hear that he too, was just as worried about his best friend. This set you off,

“What the fuck do we do? This isn’t like him Kiri.” You could feel tears brimming in your eyes, knowing that you had to do something,

“Is he cheating or some shit? Did something happen? Fuck I can’t lose-“ You ranted as sobs broke from your mouth, but before you could end your sentence, you were cut off by the loud noise stemming from the TV.

Turning your head, you saw the ‘Breaking News’ headline flashing with what your heart couldn’t possibly take.

“Breaking News, several injured, and one dead at the scene of a robbery and hostage situation. Among the injured, Number One hero, Bakugou Katsuki, pronounced dead at the scene, late this evening. A prolific and horrid event for everyone involved.

Reports say the villain, going by the name of ‘The Undertaker’, was able to trap several civilians, turning this into a serious hostage situation. Bakugou Katsuki was able to rush in and save-“

You turned off the TV, your phone dropping to the ground. You entire body collapsed, loud sobs filling the entire room,

“Y/N? Shit, are you ok? What’s going on?” Kirishima’s voice echoed, but you didn’t reply, continuing the cries flowing out of your body. You shook as you held your mouth, trying to console your breaking heart.

‘No, no, no. It can’t be. This is all just some sick joke. Some sick, terrible, twisted prank.’ You tried to reassure yourself, coming up with an endless amount of excuses for yourself.

“Hello? Answer me,” After moments of continuous crying,

“Fuck, I’m on my way.” The line abruptly ended.

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You felt a tear fall down your cheek, the cold air of an October morning hitting you in the face. Your tangled hair blew behind you, you didn’t give a shit about making yourself look “presentable”, who was there to impress?

It’d been nearly 3 months, yet the pain losing your soulmate didn’t feel any “better”. People constantly told you that time heals everything, but you repeatedly asked how time could fix the mess you were living in. Nothing seemed to help how you were feeling, better yet, they only worsened. Days went on that you were reminded of what you lost.

Some days you were consumed with sadness, consoling yourself by laying in his clothes, hoping the lingering smell would somehow make you feel better. Other days, you were filled with complete anger and guilt, begging someone, anyone, to bring him back and take you instead. But it never worked.

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You’d finally made your way to your destination, the sun eventually peeking through the clouds. Each day, the Earth still spun, life continuing on for most, yet the Earth seemed to stop dead in its tracks for you. Time slowed at an excruciating pace, making it almost impossible for you to work out how how were feeling, constantly just sulking in your own sadness.

You walked over to the stone, staring down at his name. You sat in the grass next to him, pulling back your hair so you could see clearly.

“You know, it wasn’t fair for you to leave me like this.” You said, looking off into the sky in front of you, hoping you’d somehow earn a response. But instead, you received silence.

“Remember the times we’d promise each other,”

“Pinky promise?” You asked, feeling your nose burn and your eyes well up,

“How we’d promise that we’d be together, until the very end?” The waterworks began, feeling tears pool down your face.

“Well, you lied. You fucking lied to me, you piece of shit.” You sniffled, anger and sadness hitting you all at once.

“Could’ve at least apologized, instead, you left me here to gather all of your pity.” You scoffed, burying your head in your chest between your arms. It wasn’t fair, none of this was fair at all. You wished he could be right next to you, holding you close, telling you it’d all be ok, reassuring you that you had to be strong. Instead, he was buried six feet underneath where you were sitting.

“You know, people used to say we were soulmates, how we were made for each other.” You looked over at his headstone, a small smile across your lips,

“If you were here right now, you’d laugh and tell me that soulmates are bullshit.” You laughed, running your hands through your hair.

“Fuck. This really sucks. We were supposed to stay together, for fucking forever, Katsuki. I was supposed to be your annoying sidekick for the rest of our lives. We were supposed to get married, have kids. You could just come back, we could restart. It’d be easy.” You tried to reassure yourself, hoping to stop the tears flowing from your eyes.

“I guess that’s not how it works, is it now?” You scoffed, rubbing your eyes until they burned. You’d have to sleep alone now, waking up to nothing but cold air next to you. You’d make dinner for one, sitting at the dinner table alone. You’d have to comfort yourself, hoping that you could be strong enough to bring yourself up from this mess. There would be no more late night drives, no more hugs or cuddles, no more of the two of you, no more of us.

“Guess I’m stuck here in this nightmare by myself, huh?” You said, sitting your chin on your hands that were placed on top of your knees. You’d have to come to terms with the fact that your soulmate, your forever was gone. And it hurt like hell.

“Soulmates’ that weren’t meant to be. Is that what they say?” You asked the headstone sitting next to you.

This nightmare would never come close to ever ending, but time wouldn’t just stop for you, the Earth wouldn’t just stop spinning. You had to keep going, forced to keep reliving the same nightmare on an endless loop. Life forcing you to accept that he just was a soulmate that wasn’t meant to be.

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keelywolfe · 4 years

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FIC: Safety In Numbers (SpicyHoneyMustard, lemon)

Summary: Red knows how to play the game. The only problem is, not everyone gets out unscathed.

Tags: SpicyHoneyMustard, Fontcest, Fellcest, Sibling Incest, Threesome, Background Kustard, Established Relationship, Possessive Behavior, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, LEMONY GOODNESS!!, Unhealthy Relationship, Unnamed Ship

Sequel to:

Showtime

Secret Garden

A Judicious Amount of Effort

Musically Inclined

Lest You Be Judged

Solo Act

Appealing To Better Judgment

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Refuge.

That was what Toriel named the protected Monster settlement that rose up at the base of the mountain, for all the Monsters who either couldn’t or wouldn’t live in Ebott.

Red supposed if there was nothing else, they could all thank her for sparing them from whatever dumb shit Ass-gore would’ve called it, like New New Home.

Despite all the treaties and negotiations, there were plenty of Monsters still living there. Some found that once they set their feet on the grass, they were about as far away from the mountain as they cared to get. Some were plain afraid to live out amongst the Humans. And a fair few simply weren’t allowed to leave, their little laminated ID cards didn’t grant them clearance through the front gate. Monsters with LV, Monsters with an appearance that might be considered disturbing. Any Monster likely to hit a ten on the Human freak-o-meter wasn’t allowed out not yet, anyway. Made sense, really. If they scared the shit out of the Humies by going too fast, they’d be lucky if they only ended up chased back beneath the mountain and not used as potting soil.

Try telling that to the dumbfucks, though. Red kept an ear hole close to the ground for any incoming gossip and from what was coming down the line it looked like the Assholes of Asgore were using it as a recruiting point. Red suspected that they didn’t have only have the interest of one or two disgruntled folks.

Anyone with half a lick of sense should see through their bullshit, but if Red was supposed to count on any of the dipshits he knew underground having common sense, he might as well shove a bone through his own soul now and spare anyone else the trouble of dusting him.

Their real goal was to start the bloody war Asgore promised them all and if they managed it, well, it was gonna be a pretty damn short one. Magic was handy dandy, all right, but the Humans kinda outnumbered them a million to one. Hell, while they’d been down below twiddling their thumbs, the Humans figured out their own version of magic, one that was a fuckton more explosive than anything Monsters had on tap. If Red was a betting man, and he was, thanks, he knew which odds he was putting down on.

Red looked out the tinted window of the car driving him through the newly paved streets of Refuge, watching the scenery pass by. Much as he hated being chauffeured around, these days he didn’t have a whole lot of choice. Back when he was training in the guard, there was still some opportunity to skulk around. Strip away his uniform and its delta rune crest, and he was only another Monster with a shitty attitude wandering into Grillby’s for a drink.

Being Chosen took away any chance he had of wandering around unnoticed. Even if Red slipped away from Rus, his face was too well-known now and probably rated a solid six on the Humies freak-o-meter.

If he thought the chucklefucks throwing themselves at Rus’s feet begging for blessings were annoying, it was a damn sight worse when they tried that shit on him. As if he had any say in the way the Universe trundled on down the road. He wasn’t the one second in the queue to chat with the Angel, thanks, and none of the Divine had seen fit to give him their direct line.

Shame Edge didn’t let him fuck with them; a few broken fingers and a bruise or two might give them all a little peace, but eh, his bro was a spoilsport that way. His own fault for leaving the kid on his own years ago while he skulked off to join the guard, instead of sticking around to teach him what’s what. Edge’s code of morals didn’t line up so much with Red’s anymore and wasn’t that a bitch.

He pulled out a pack of cigarettes and shook one out, ignoring the sour look the driver gave him in the rearview mirror. They didn’t say a peep, though, kept whatever words they wanted to say locked up tight behind their tusks. Being Chosen did have a few perks other than risking his life and getting to spend plenty of quality time communing with Rus’s pussy.

Red lit the cigarette with a harsh rasp of his lighter, took a long drag of smoke and breathed it out as he leaned his skull against the cool window glass, watching the blurred landscape. The streets were lined with cheaply made carbon-copy houses, but there wasn’t a whole lotta room to complain about that. The first few months most of ‘em spent huddled in patched-up tents given to them by the reluctant Human government, miserable in the spring rain and mud that tried to suck off your shoes with every step. Far as Red was concerned, all Monsters should be damned grateful for a house to call their own and if someone wanted their place shaped like a fucking fish, they were gonna have to wait their turn.

Yeah, lots of Monsters struggled when they hit sunshine, trying to wrap their minds around everything that happened. Red wasn’t one of them. He’d been Chosen only days after his boots hit the ground, but he’d spent some time out in the mudholes, searching out threats against his freshly appointed Judge. He’d learned a few useful tricks before putting on a uniform and they sure did come in handy from time to time.

These days, Red didn’t get out as much anymore. Maybe if Rus had more Chosen than only him and Edge, he could’ve kept up with it, but it hadn’t worked out that way. The kid needed him, all of him, and that was that.

Inconvenient, yeah, but probably just as well. Kept him from having to hold the lid down on his boiling need to shiv anyone who fucking dared touch what was his. He played nice enough when it came to all the unity mumbo jumbo bullshit, the Judge was an avatar of the Angel, the Judge belonged to the people, yeah, sure, he’d toe the party line.

But when it came to laying hands on his boy there was only one other Monster with the right. He was as much Red’s as Rus was and that’d be true until the day Red shivered to dust.

So, yeah, he couldn’t do the footwork himself anymore, eh, sucks to suck. Instead, he was forced to rely on other Monsters to keep him rolling in that sweet, sweet info. He’d vetted all of them himself, checked into every detail of their lives all the way back to the day they dropped from their mama’s cooch. Every single one of them was loyal as fuck to the Angel and as willing to spy on each other as they were anyone else, and that right there helped weed out most of the trouble. Wasn’t a perfect method, but it usually worked pretty well and let Red keep his fingers hooked into a few pies. That was, whenever he could pull 'em out of Rus's desserts.

Right now, all his people were working overtime, trying to dig up some dirt on how those fuckers managed to get into the cafeteria to take a pot shot at Rus. When they finally got something concrete, Red planned to deal with it personally, and if Rus ended up giving him a Judging look over it, he didn’t much give a shit. He was Chosen for the Judge, to protect them in every way possible and if the Angel was having second thoughts about it, She could stop by and deal with it herself.

None of that had shit to do with what he was up to today.

The house his car pulled up in front of was as unremarkable as the rest, a cookie-cutter copy with different curtains and a doormat. The driveway was empty but that didn’t mean shit. He already knew they were home, had to be, because they never damn well left.

“stay here,” Red ordered the driver. He nodded silently, sodium-yellow eyes meeting Red’s in the rear-view mirror. Red got out, hopping down to the ground from the high seat with a silent grumble. He took a last drag of his cigarette and flicked the butt into the gutter. Straightening his uniform shirt was an automatic to him these days as taking his next breath. Didn’t make Red hate the fucking thing any less and he forced his hands back down as he trudged up the walkway.

He didn’t knock on the front door. Instead, he went around to the back of the house where he already knew what he would find. A turn of the corner an expansive garden was spread out before him, filled with neat rows of greenery already creeping their way out of the rich dirt.

There was a garden in every backyard in Refuge, every one of ‘em planted at the Queen’s command. Part of her plan was making sure that eventually Monsters would be as self-sufficient as possible. Couldn’t depend on the Humies to keep them in clover forever and sure they had some tech deals getting hammered out, but if there was one truth all Monsters knew, it was that G wasn’t food.

True, it wasn’t a perfect plan; some of those mandatory gardens were pretty fucking sad, brown straggly plants that might cough up a tomato or two before they kacked it. This one, though, was pristine. Red didn’t care about growing shit that couldn’t be rolled up into a blunt and knew even less about it, but even he could see the way all the plants were evenly spaced and that there wasn’t a single weed growing anywhere. Not a stray piece of grass or a single thistle dared peek out of the soil in this garden.

A Monster was kneeling in one of the plots, dressed in overalls and a funny little straw hat, a wagon next to him heaped with tools and paper bags, a small pile weeds who ignored the warning signs.

Red didn’t actually know Blue real well. When Rus talked about Blue, it was always with a wealth of fondness in his soft voice, often whispering his memories in the darkness of their bedroom whenever insomnia haunted him.

Whatever sweetness Rus remember in Blue, it was long since eroded away, torn out of him, and whether it was being Chosen, his past Judgement, or Asgore who did it didn’t much matter to the outcome.

He was one of Sans’s early Chosen, back before Red even joined the guard and the few times he’d seen Blue were when he came to assemblies to watch the trainees before they were instated as full guards. Red remembered seeing him those days; dressed to the nines in his uniform, boots polished until a person could see their reflection in them from ten steps away, every crease straight, every button fastened. Seen him a few times from a distance, too, with Sans, always a nice, respectful two steps behind him and looking as if butter wouldn’t melt between his knees. Couldn’t even picture the bastard ever getting bent over a sofa getting fucked by a desperate Judge.

(Sans was more likely to flop back and take a fucking, way back when, all sly smiles and slick pussy, knees spread wide in invitation. Whatever becoming the Judge did to him must’ve given his preferences a good topsy-turvy, ‘cause gossip in the barracks warned all the guards to be prepared for spending plenty of time on their knees)

They’d talked a few more times since then and not a single one of those chats endeared Blue to Red any more than the first.

These days Blue was pretty fucking hard to look at. His skull looked like it’d been busted apart and put back together by hands that didn’t care if the puzzle pieces didn’t fit right, parts of the bone still discolored with char. The empty left sleeve of his shirt was pinned up neatly to his shoulder and the cane leaning against his little wagon wasn’t for show. He’d survived the coup, but not by much, the only one of Sans’s chosen who didn’t die along with him, and there was a memory that Red didn’t like to take out and play with too often.

His team came in far too late, after it was all over but the vacuuming. Breaking through the barred door and walking into the leftovers of a massacre, a mass Judging, no one who’d been in the throne room came out unscathed. Blue the only one still breathing right and Sans…yeah.

Probably a wonder Blue hadn’t offed himself yet.

All that aside, it was a shame that the stick in his pelvis didn’t get yanked out along with his arm. The eye light that lit his less damaged socket was blazing sharp, and he was struggling to his feet the second Red started walking across the yard, snatching up his cane and brandishing it like a sword.

“What are you doing out here?” Blue demanded loudly. He stormed out of his garden, tracking mud across the carefully shorn grass. “You should be with Rus, he needs to be protected!”

“well, hello to you, too,” Red drawled. He stuck his hands in his pockets carelessly, rocking on his heels. “kid is fine, edge is with him.”

Blue’s dismissive scoff raked across Red’s nerves like the tines of a fork on a cheese grater. “Oh, certainly, with Edge, that’s surely impenetrable protection! Edge wasn’t even a full guard when he was Chosen!”

"might be so, but edge is the one in charge these days. you think i want out there handling that shit?" Either Blue wasn’t keeping up with the times or he was just being a prick. Either was possible, but the fact of the matter was that in public, Edge was the boss. His word was law when it came to Rus and it had a lotta spillover onto Toriel. To insinuate that he wasn’t capable of protecting the Judge was an insult about the level of hocking a juicy loogie into Red’s face and if it was anyone else, Red wouldn’t be fussed about getting the dust out of his shoelaces before he headed home. Blue caught the barest hint of a break, for Rus, but he was already fucking pushing it. Still, Red kept his voice carelessly easy, “you sound kinda worried about your bro.”

Blue shed the glove on his remaining hand and pulled a tidy bandanna out of his back pocket, mopping at the sheen of sweat on his shattered skull. “I heard about the attack, of course. Everyone has.”

“yeah?” Red raised a brow bone, reluctantly interested. “hear any useful gossip about it?”

“If I had, you would already know about it,” Blue retorted. He sighed and gestured for Red to follow him, making his staggering way up to the back porch. It was surrounded by flowering bushes, heady perfume overwhelmingly filling the air while bees flee drunkenly from blossom to blossom. Sitting on a little patio table was a carafe of lemonade, lemon slices floating amongst the ice.

Blue poured two large glasses, pushing one over to Red. He took a long drink, the tartness blotting out the nauseatingly thick reek of the flowers.

Blue took a sip from his glass, ice cubes rattling, and he dabbed away the thin stream that ran out of his cracked jaw with the bandanna. “I don’t hear most of the gossip, I’m afraid, not anymore. I’m a failed guard, the neighbors don’t exactly stop by for visits and chats.”

“You didn’t fail at shit,” Red retorted sharply. Bullshit was all that was, all because Blue managed to not die.

Red wasn’t fond of Blue, but fuck, he’d had nine toes in the dustpan when they managed to tow him back into the land of the living. He’d fucking well tried and if anyone wanted to toss in their opinion on whether they thought Blue didn’t try hard enough, they were welcome to give Red’s fat one a good ol’ suck.

Blue only let out a humorless laugh. Once, his eye lights had been a starry yellow-blue, showcasing his traits. Patience and justice, pretty good draw for a Chosen companion to the Judge. The one eye light he still had was pale and colorless now, reminiscent of Rus’s, only Blue’s was dull, doughy-blank, showing none of Rus’s vibrancy. Hard to believe anymore that these two were even brothers.

Curious that Rus’s Choosing gave him a pair of brothers with a matching trait of Determination. Made a person wonder exactly why, but neither the Angel nor the Judge were telling.

The glass in Blue’s hand rattled against his trembling fingers, the bones still yellowed and scorched. “Tell that to Sans.”

“tell him yourself,” Red lowered his voice to a harsh whisper. The cunning little device in his pocket would’ve warned Red if there was any active listening devices around, but Red hadn’t survived as long as he had without harsh lessons in watching his mouth, “i told you before, i can get you up to our rooms, no one’d ever know.”

Blue’s mouth twisted disgustedly. The movement from his jaw pulled the gaping crack over his dead socket grotesquely wider as the first real emotion winking in and out of his eye light in a flash. "And I told you, there is a reason that former Chosen aren’t allowed near the new Judge,” Blue slammed down his glass, a wave of lemonade slopping over his damaged fingers. “There's no telling how he'd react if he saw me! If he recalled I was once Chosen, he might--ugh!” Blue hunched over with a shudder of revulsion, “It's bad enough that you and your brother are servicing him."

“you questioning the judge’s choice?” Red said coolly, just this side of waspish. He didn't really give a good shit what Blue thought of it, especially considering Red’s reasons for being here to begin with, but he did wonder what Blue would think if he knew Sans popped out for a recent visit. Whispered a coupla sweet nothings while he jammed Rus’s prick East bejesus up Red’s cunt. The memory made a slick of wetness form at Red’s crotch and he shoved the memory back. Not the time and he stuffed that little reminiscence back where the one of his brother’s cock in his mouth lived, the knowledge of how it felt, soft and slick with his own come and Rus’s, carefully tucked into the furthest corner of his mind.

That tart question struck the dartboard in a bullseye. Blue faltered like he’d been jabbed right in the tailbone, sputtering out, “No, of course not, but—" He recovered, straightening his spine and that cool soldier’s expression dropped over his face, the stick in his ass jammed straight. “That doesn’t matter. What matters is the damage it could cause my brother to see me, so you can stop asking, the answer is no, it’ll always be no.”

“whatever you say,” Red shrugged, ‘cause he didn’t care, not really. Except for how desperately Rus wanted to see his fucking brother, just once, one last time. The brother he’d missed out saying goodbye to between Blue’s unconsciousness and him being Chosen. Any other Judge at least got a chance to say fare thee well and the fact that Rus lost the opportunity was just one more bar in Rus’s prison, caged in, body and soul.

Blue’s answer was about what he’d expected though, and that was fine. Another useless attempt to get him to the Embassy wasn’t Red’s real reason for coming.

“not really here about you anyway, pipsqueak,” Red said, letting the words fall lightly. “i heard papyrus is staying here with you these days.”

That little tidbit of gossip came through the vine in the wee hours last night, Red checking his phone with Rus sleeping peacefully beside him, Edge on the far side. He’d spent the rest of the night lying awake, cold fury thrumming in his soul and that was the real reason Red came all the fucking way out here for a little face to face chat. “shacking up with sans’s little brother, huh, that sure must be something.”

Papyrus was only a kid when Sans was chosen as Judge, still in striped shirts and missing his two front teeth. Biggest difference between him and Edge was the Crown gave a stipend to the families of Chosen to make up for the loss of income. Papyrus probably never had a hungry day in his life and certainly not after Sans put on the robes. His bro never had to worry if the shit wage he was earning in the guard was gonna be enough to keep a roof over his kid brother’s head or keep him in clothes when he started growing like a weed. Sans didn’t have to set aside enough for a bribe to make sure that whatever G he made actually found its way to his brother and didn’t end up lining the pocket of some greedy deliveryman.

None of that was Papyrus’s fault and sucking on a silver teat didn’t make him miss his brother any less. Kid tried the join the guard a few times and always washed out, only got to try more than once because of who his brother was. Red wondered morbidly what Blue’s stuck up, sanctimonious ass would’ve thought if Papyrus had gotten into the guard and Sans Chose him.

Now it was looking like that stick in Blue’s ass didn’t keep him from inviting Papyrus between the sheets.

Whatever color was in Blue’s skull leached away, the bone dulling to chalky white, and taking with it any hope that Blue wasn’t using that kid as a dim replacement. His gaze skittered away, hunted, skipping around the yard, looking for fuck knew what. For Sans to step out of the void with shrieking admonishments, for a stray bolt of lightning to finally strike him down and send Blue after those who went before him. There was nothing, only Red standing here holding half a glass of decent lemonade in the sunshine so many died to get.

There was nowhere else for that look to go, no escape, and finally Blue reluctantly looked at Red again. He said, raw and stiffly, “There’s nothing against the code about that.”

“no, there ain’t,” Red agreed, softly. He only met Blue’s solitary eye light evenly. Red couldn’t see into Blue’s soul but he fucking well hoped Blue felt his sins crawling their leisurely way up his spine.

Red set his lemonade down carefully before he gave into the urge to toss it glass and all right into Blue’s broken face. He turned away and started back around the house, barely off the patio when Blue called his name.

“Red?” Blue struggled for words finally asked, plaintively. “Is he happy?”

Almost Red wanted to tell Blue that they kept Rus well fucked. That his little bro looked good stuffed with cock on both ends, that he sucked dick with the expertise of a thousand G whore.

But he wasn’t about to talk about Rus like that, not even to get one up on his shitheel brother. “i like to think so. he’s a real sweetheart.”

Red made no mention of the almost desperate adoration that rose up in his soul that came from only thinking about Rus. That wasn’t for sharing time.

“Yes,” Blue said. His hoarse voice was low, subdued, “he always was. take good care of him?”

Better than you could, Red did not say. “want me to give him a message or anything?”

Blue’s melancholy faded and he shook his head immediately, "Judges are forbidden from any contact by a former Chosen or family, and I’m both. You know this.” He sounded like he was reading straight from the guard manual.

If Rus hadn’t been Chosen, he’d be here right now taking care of his piece of shit brother. Standing back helplessly while Blue fucked the old Judge’s kid brother and pretended he was someone else, and Red was a selfish enough bastard to be glad he wasn’t. “you’re right, i do. so is there?”

Blue only lifted his chin and it was a damn good thing he wasn’t a Judge, because his single eye light was loaded with resentful judgement. “No. There’s nothing I could tell him that he wouldn’t already know.”

Yeah, just as well Rus was Chosen. Blue didn’t fucking deserve to have his brother here with him.

Wasn’t a fucking thing Red could do about Papyrus; he was out of stripes and kid was gonna have to make his own bad decisions and what was Red gonna do about it anyway? Take him back home like a stray puppy he found on the streets? Tell him that he didn’t have to settle for Sans’s leftovers, remind him that it wasn’t Sans’s idea to leave any of them? That he didn’t need to live here, the two of them burying themselves into a dusty tomb that Sans wasn’t even in.

He wondered what Papyrus was getting out of it. If he was closing his sockets and played his own version of pretend.

He wondered why he even cared. Why had he come out here to Refuge, really?

“tell paps i said hi,” Red said finally, “ain’t nothing against that in the code, either.”

“I will.”

Red turned on his heel and headed back to the car before he said something he wouldn’t regret, but would hurt Rus if he ever heard about it. He lit a cigarette before they’d even pulled away from the curb and by the time they got back to the Embassy, he’d smoked his way through the entire pack.

~~*~~

When Red got back to their quarters, he was too fucking tired for the early hour of the day and faintly nauseous from too much nicotine. He closed the door carefully behind him, resetting all the alarms. His joints ached like all his frustrations seeped out of his soul and settled into them.

In their living area, Rus and Edge were sitting on opposite sofas, playing some kind of stupid card game. Rus was choosing to stay home for a few days, barring a Judgement, and that was the only reason Red felt comfortable enough to leave the two of them alone, anyway.

Kid didn’t want to endanger anyone else, perfectly reasonable response to what happened, but they couldn’t hide away in here forever. Rus needed fresh air and sunshine. He needed his meditation gardens, not the weedy looking herbs Edge grew on the narrow windowsill for his cooking.

That meant Red needed to go over the intel his contacts were sending along. Search for reoccurring names, patterns, anything that’d lead him to the end of this snake so he could chop off the head.

Needed to, yeah, but it’d have to wait. Right now, his head wasn’t exactly in the game. He’d left too much of his mind behind in Refuge, turning that chat over and over, trying to find a chink, a solution that didn’t exist.

Probably better to get settled so he didn’t miss a trick, yeah, that was the ticket. All Red wanted right now was some manufactured forgetfulness and he wanted to get started making it right now.

“welcome back,” Rus called cheerily. He only glanced at Red, pale eye lights filled with warm greeting, before turning back to the cards in his hand with a little frown.

That gave Red a chance to discreetly run a mental inventory of his honey. Rus was looking good today. There was some color back into his bones, his pristine skull glossy with health. His magic was leveling out to its normal slower upward trickle. Hell, at a glance he was damn right perky, and that made it hard not to appreciate how fucking pretty he was. His long robes were discarded in favor of a pair of soft, loose pants and a t-shirt to match, bare feet tucked under his knees and a hint of his clavicles peeking tantalizingly over the neckline, begging for a mouth to give ‘em a taste.

Just seeing Rus like that leached some of the aching tension out of Red’s soul, trading it out for relief.

It was tempting to step up right then, but Red hung back, waiting for them to finish their game. When Rus wasn't giving Judgments, what he was mostly was bored. There was only so much meditating and bonding with the spirits or whatever the shit that anyone could do. Protecting the Judge was the focus of their job, the most important thing, but it wasn’t the only one. The other part of their bit was plain taking care of Rus and that included entertainment.

Sex might be an easy way to knock out two birds with one dick, but it couldn’t be the only thing.

Their living room was lined with shelves filled to the brim with books and blu-rays, video game consoles and board games, anything to help Rus pass the day and hopefully forget that the sunshine his brother nearly died to get for their people couldn’t really be his.

“What were you off doing anyway?” Rus asked absently. His attention was mostly on the game, sockets narrowed, and across from him, Edge only waited patiently, the slightest hint of a smirk curving his mouth. Rus didn’t seem too worried about Red taking a field trip, it did happen from time to time.

His brother was probably less than pleased that Red took off without a word as to where he was going other than a hastily scrawled note of ‘back soon’, but eh, Red could take that medicine when he had to.

There was a split-second choice to be made here, whether to tell Rus the truth of where he’d gone or not. With only a couple words, Red could make sure Rus never wanted to see his brother again…and taint every past memory he clung to in the process. Almost did it anyway; Red was an old hand at cleaning up all kinds of messes, he could handle one more. The only thing that held his tongue was thinking of Rus’s grief, the choking tears streaming down his pretty face, and his memory of his brother would end up just one more thing he’d lost.

Only this time it would be Red doing the taking.

Fuck it, if the Angel wanted Rus to know about it, She could do the dirty work.

“nothing important, darlin’,” Red said smoothly, and that was true enough.

Rus didn’t notice anything amiss, but Edge gave him a narrow, suspicious look. Eh, he’d catch his bro up on things soon enough. Now wasn’t the time. For once, Edge wasn’t buttoned from his clavicles to his toes in his uniform, instead dressed in soft pants and a sweatshirt that was a hair too tight, probably from Rus’s side of the closet. Probably meant they’d spent some cuddle time on the sofa before starting up on the game or at least Red hoped so. He might watch the cameras later. Just to make sure.

His wandering thoughts were coagulating, coming back together in his skull and Red was already wondering what kind of distraction he could come up with to tug their attention from the cards when he heard it. Faintly, the familiar, hollow sound of a constant buzzing against bone.

Well, now, this was getting interesting, now wasn’t it.

“care to fill me in on the rules to this game?” Red drawled. He leaned against the sofa arm and treated himself to a more in-depth perusal of them both. Nothing unusual leapt out at him, not yet.

“it’s pretty simple,” Rus said. His cards were fanned out messily in his slim hands, a disorderly array of suits. “whoever loses a round has to wear a vibrator in the next round. winner gets to put the vibrator wherever they want.”

Huh. Rus sounded a little more disgruntled than that called for. Kid was an ace at counting cards, it was a little surprising he’d even persuaded Edge to play. “sounds fun.”

“i thought so too,” Rus said, shooting Edge a sulky look. “only edge doesn’t even work up a sweat, no matter where i put it. i’ve tried it behind his sternum, his sacrum, pubic arch. i'm about ready to toss it into his eye socket and let it rattle around in his skull for a while, see if that shakes him up.”

Edge laid the queen of spades on top of the card pile and said placidly, “My apologies for my self-control being so boring.”

Boring, huh. Red looked his brother up and down calculatingly. The little details were there if a person knew how to look. Eye lights barely hazed, the slightest hitch to his too-even breathing. He was a little worked up, but Rus wasn't lying, he still looked like an ice cube wouldn't melt in his shorts.

Meanwhile, Rus was pouting unhappily, his pretty smile turned upside down, and that just couldn’t be allowed, now could it. An idea perked up in the back of Red’s mind, ripe with possibilities, and Rus would go for it no question. Whether Edge would was dependent on how happy he wanted to make Rus, which usually fell under ‘a lot’. The odds were good, and Red never shied from a good bet.

Red leaned in and settled a wandering hand on Rus’s knee, sliding lightly up his inner thigh and snagging his attention. "how about we play another kind of game, honey."

Rus immediately looked wary, but Red wasn't offended. Couldn't blame him; Rus'd played Red’s games before, good on him for taking the lesson to heart.

"what game?" Rus asked suspiciously.

"Doesn’t anyone want to know if I want to play a new game?" Edge asked no one in particular. They ignored him.

Red rose up on his toes and laid a soft kiss on Rus’s mouth, lingering a little too long over that sweetness before he reluctantly drew back. “lemme get changed first then we'll talk. you go on ahead and finish that round.”

He strolled off, whistling cheerfully. The day was already looking up.

In their shared bedroom Red stripped out of his uniform, carelessly dropping it to the floor for Edge to bitch over later. A pair of well-worn shorts and a t-shirt was a decent match to the wardrobe choices of two brats out there, and made for easier access and cleanup. Ready Freddy, except for one thing.

Red knelt down and dug out a small box hidden underneath their bed, grabbed a little something that might come in handy right soon. He tucked it into his pocket, shoving it deep enough not to arouse (heh) suspicions.

Edge was picking up the cards when Red came back out, tucking them back into the box. The previously unseen vibrator was sitting innocently on the coffee table as if Red couldn’t see the faint traces of crimson that’d been hastily wiped away.

Red crawled up on the sofa next to Rus and held out an arm, pretended that his soul didn’t give a solid throb as Rus immediately snuggled in against him happily. The kid rolled over on his back, his skull in Red’s lap, looking up at him with bright curiosity in those pale eye lights as he said, “c’mon, red, tell me!”

That pout was back and Red took a moment to lean down and quickly kiss it away, allowing only a brief flicker of their tongues together before he pulled back. He stroked the smooth bone of Rus’s forehead lightly, soothingly, “all right, honey love, here’s the game. you got five minutes to get edge to come, however you can. if you don’t get it done in the allotted time, i get five minutes to make him come. winner gets the prize.”

As he’d guessed, Rus’s eye lights immediately blew wide, briefly tinging golden in an abrupt surge of desire. It faded quick enough, Rus struggling to hold it back, but the cat was out of the bag now, wasn’t it.

Across the way, Edge barely stifled a sharp, startled sound, but if he had an opinion about Red’s little suggestion, he kept it to himself.

The rest of Red’s words seemed to have wormed their way past that first thoughtless rush and Rus was frowning again, “that's not fair. if i lose, he'll already be all worked up for you.”

Red leaned down and gave him a light kiss in reward for figuring that out. “ah, but see, difference is, i don't get to touch him. no bone on bone for me, sweetheart, i promise.”

Mollified, Rus settled back. “what do i get if i win?”

“you get to ask a favor of me, anything at all.”

Poor kid was gonna get whiplash the way he kept flipflopping from interest to disappointment. “i can already do that.”

“yeah, but you don’t.” Red pointed out, “you never do. this one you’d earn fair and square, might make it easier if you’re spending your own dime rather than the inheritance.”

Rus nodded slowly, understanding coupled with intrigue lighting his face, “and if you win?”

“same deal, i get to ask one thing from you. anything i want.” That win or lose Rus was gonna enjoy himself thoroughly was heavily implied.

“anything,” Rus murmured, rolling the word around in his mouth, giving it a good taste, but before he could decide if he liked the flavor, another bargainer stepped up to the table.

“I have a question,” Edge said, coolly. Red glanced at his brother meaningfully, met crimson eye lights that were a match his own. Edge was sitting on the opposite sofa, his arms crossed over his chest. The line of his jaw was tense, teeth gritted together, but that wasn’t distaste or reluctance on his face, not one fucking bit. He waited to see if his bro would beg off or outright refuse. They’d teeter-tottered around into a little touchy feely a long time ago, didn’t matter so long as it helped get Rus off. They'd been ramping it up lately, but this was a horse of a different color, deliberate red on red without a buffer of honeyed gold between them.

He was counting on his brother not to disappoint.

“what’s that, bro?” Red asked.

Edge’s crimson tongue flicked out over his teeth, an almost imperceptible hint at nervousness. "What do I get if neither of you get me to come?"

Oh yeah, that was his bro.

"ah, that’s easy,” Red said lightly, “favor is all yours, little brother. from both of us."

Red looked back down at Rus and he could about see the gears turning in his mind. He was a smart kid, even smarter when you took into account all the Judges in creation playing house in the back of his mind. He was trying to work out what kind of monkey's paw bullshit Red wove into the bargain, but looked like he wasn't finding anything cause all he said was, decisively, "deal.”

“Deal,” Edge agreed softly. He stood and turned on his heel, walking out. Came back only a minute later with a couple towels over one arm, fucking neat freak. He spread them out on the sofa then shed his clothes, folding each piece neatly as he stripped it off. Edge wasn’t anywhere near as pretty as Rus, his bones were thicker with none of the delicacy that was laced into their lover’s, pocked with scars from the years before he was in the guard and the training alike. Strong bone that could take a beating and had, bearing the marks of a survivor and warm pride flowed over Red like syrup, like the honey he so often named Rus.

Edge’s joints were already lit with mana, either from the earlier vibrator or the recent chat, and a cloud of it filled his pelvic cradle, a thunderstorm of brimming desire. He settled back on the sofa, long legs stretched out, and said, mockingly sweet, “Ready when you are.”

A hasty search found lube where it was thoughtful stowed under one of the cushions and Rus drizzled it over his slim hands, rubbing them together until the slender bones were glossy and slick. “summon your cock first, give me something to work with.”

Edge tutted in disappointment, shaking his head, “Asking for a concession already?”

“everyone knows you don’t start a game without setting up the pieces first,” Rus countered, waggling his slippery fingers teasingly.

“he’s got you there, bro,” Red chuckled, amusement mingled with a peculiar sort of relief. All the nastiness of the day was flowing away, dirty water down the drain, simply by being around these two sassy shits. “don’t you think he deserves a little head start?”

Nice to see that Red wasn’t the only one who weakened under a pair of wide, pleading eye lights. Edge softened like sweet butter left on the stovetop. The swirl of his magic solidified, his cock formed between his femurs, already heavy and hard, a formidable piece of equipment that Edge usually put to good use. Rus reached out with dripping hands, only waiting when Red called out.

“hold up.” Red pulled out his phone, setting the timer, “okay, rus…go!”

Red settled back into the throw pillows to watch the show, one hand slithering down the front of his shorts, hard phalanges idle against his pubic crest where his magic was settling humidly. Wasn’t any part of the bet against him coming and Red was all ready to hit the concession stand.

Rus didn’t waste any time, both hands already curled around Edge’s shaft, spreading the slippery lube until the scarlet ectoflesh was glistening wetly. The rhythmic sound was wickedly obscene, startlingly loud over Rus’s satisfied hum.

There was no reaction at all from Edge, his eye lights barely flickered as Rus stroked him. Even when Rus frowned determinedly, kneeling between Edge’s spread legs, tongue already eagerly extended. He lapped softly at the little jewel of scarlet fluid beading at the head of Edge’s cock before sucking the length of it down with a messy slurp.

“that’s it. little brother,” Red called, smirking as Edge only hissed out a breath, keeping stubbornly still, “don’t make it too easy for him.”

It was a helluva show, to put it mildly, worth it even if by some random chance Red lost the game. Rus was pulling out all the stops, using every dirty, wicked trick he’d been taught between them about giving head and a couple made up on the spot. The long, flexible length of his tongue wrapped around the shaft, a thumb and forefinger surrounding the base, following the tight rhythm of Rus’s head. Mouth sloppy wet, golden spit sliding down his chin and wetting his hand as Rus sucked Edge in deep, his formed throat bobbing as he swallowed, formed muscles massaging the hard length. His free hand wandered wherever it could reach, seeking out places he knew were sensitive. Rus had mapped out their bodies with those shy, nimble fingers of his too many times to count, committing their every twitch to memory, and now he was tweaking cartilage, fondling up the length of Edge’s spine, teasing at his floating ribs.

All the little details put together a fine picture; Rus’s ass in the air, his clothed pelvis wriggling enticingly as he worked. Muffled whimpers were spilling into the air from him around the cock filling his mouth, garbled pleading, and Edge sure as fuck wasn’t unaffected now.

Sweat decorated his skull like glittery sequins as Edge breathed hard through his nasal cavity, his tongue caught between his jagged teeth hard enough that a thin rill of crimson was spilling down his chin. His knees jerked slightly with each bob of Rus’s head, bones clattering softly. A raw groan escaped Edge, hinting at desperation at the exact moment the timer buzzed, shifting to a pained gasp as Rus pulled off with slow deliberation, giving the head a last teasing suck.

Rus sighed in mock disappointment, wiping at his mouth fruitlessly with the back of his hand and only succeeding in smearing the mingled gold and crimson fluids. “damn it, guess i lost.”

“guess you did,” Red slid down to the floor with less grace than he would’ve liked, knees wobbly and his own arousal settled heavily into his pelvis. “have a seat, honey, watch the master at work.”

Mischief flittered over Rus’s face, far too quick for anything but a warning. He caught hold of the front of Red’s shirt and yanked him in, forcing his sex-tainted tongue down Red’s throat. The taste was one he knew all too well, honey sweetness mellowed with spice, rich and addictive.

A last delicate swipe of his tongue and Rus sashayed away, snagging one of the pillows to curl around while he settled in for his turn to watch.

Red licked the back of his teeth, catching the last of that tang before it faded completely. Yeah, Rus was gonna pay for that.

Or maybe Red needed to thank him, because Edge was watching them hotly with a riveted gaze, a thread of crimson fluid leaking from the tip of his cock to stain the towel.

He didn’t quite flinch as Red crawled up on the cushions, keeping a careful distance from his brother’s bare bones. There was a certain fraught quality to Edge’s expression, a feral wildness like he might bolt away.

“close your sockets, bro,” Red told him, gently. Which mean of course that Edge did no such thing, contrary bastard.

“Why?” Edge said suspiciously. His gaze flicked down Red’s body helplessly to where his dick was pushing out the front of his shorts, then away, then back to Red’s face, the color blooming his cheekbones lovelier than any flower in Refuge.

Thoughts like that weren’t gonna help Red win the game and he shoved it aside, adding it to his growing collection of ‘ain’t thinking about it’.

“because i fucking told you to,” Red retorted, “that’s why. now play the game right.”

“I don’t recall following orders being in the rules,” Edge grumbled, but this time he did as he was told.

Red waited until he was sure those sockets were closed tight, not the faintest hint of crimson showing. Then he reached into his pocket for his special toy surprise.

This particular prize wasn't from their normal toybox since Rus didn't have a lot of interest in his cock. That might be changing, he'd give it a thought some other time. The toy was made of a gelatinous material was only slightly softer than ectoflesh, formed into a hollow sheath that was lined with small bumps and curving grooves designed stimulate, drag out every drop of pleasure possible, willingly or otherwise.

The expected cries of cheating didn’t come and Red flicked a glance at Rus to find him watching with wide, rapturous sockets, face flushed golden bright. One arm was wrapped so tightly around the pillow the fabric threatened to burst and his other hand pressed between his legs overtop his pants, fingers digging in helplessly as if he could stop his cunt from forming by sheer, physical will.

The audience was waiting, the timer was set. Time to get this game started. Red scooped up the depleted bottle of lube and squirted a dollop into the sheath and with one motion, deftly slid it down on his brother’s dick.

The reaction was gratifying. Edge’s hips lurched up wildly, his sockets flying open, hands curled into claws that very nearly latched onto Red’s skull before they abruptly diverted and clenched into the sofa cushions.

"You said no touching!" Edge hissed, crimson eye lights flashing as he trembled with outrage. His sharpened fingertips dug into the cushions, tearing through the fabric down to the memory foam.

“i ain't touching you a bit, baby brother,” Red crooned, and tightened his fist around the sheath, giving it a quick, vigorous stroke. Those bumps had to be digging in, massaging their way up and down with each rub.

Edge gasped wetly, squeezing his sockets shut, "Don't call me that!"

The other sofa creaked and Red slanted a glance at Rus who was halfway to his feet, reaching out weakly and conflicting emotions tangled across his face. “red, stop," Rus said, trembling but firm. "not if he doesn't want it."

Red only chuckled darkly, dragging his clenched fist down achingly slow, then up abruptly again, "oh, don’t you worry, honey, he wants it. don't you?"

Edge said nothing, his breath coming in harsh gasps as he struggled to keep his pelvis still while Red jerked him off through the thin barrier of the sheath. Looked like the trap might need a little more bait.

Red leaned in closer, careful not to so much as graze his brother’s strong, scarred bones, and whispered, low and harsh, "you remember the first time you fucked him? the way he was spread out under you, begging you to take him?”

This time his brother’s breath creaked out like the hinge of an old door as Red kept it up, murmuring breathily close to his auditory canal, “remember pushing your cock into that pretty virgin pussy? how it was already dripping with my come, how tight he was around your cock? kinda like this, yeah, remember him cryin' cause he needed it so much? how scared he was, showing us his soul? sweet thing all dripping wet, he needed it so bad, the mess he made, oh, that honey magic and silver, practically squirting over himself the second you touched his clit, remember that? you remember how he looked when he came?"

He kept up the relentless pace with every low word, letting the memory warm him. There was a certain charm to clumsy eagerness, inexperienced hands searching unknowingly for all the places that felt best. Not that Red missed it exactly, but he sure didn’t mind bringing that memory out to play with from time to time.

Edge was struggling, heaving, his eye lights narrowed to pinpricks as he stared blindly up at the ceiling.

Almost there, almost, and Red leaned in close enough for Edge to feel the heat of his breath, a bare whisper too low for Rus to possibly hear him, "member the first time he said he loved us?"

That did the trick. Edge let out a wretched sound like a sob, bones rattling as he came, filling the sheath to overflowing with his seed. Red could feel the surging heat of it through the thin plastic, smelled the rich spice even as the blare of the alarm came from his phone.

Game, set, match.

Red pulled off, tossing the dripping sheath to the coffee table to join the vibrator already there. Edge only lay weakly in his defeat, pelvis smeared with come, the rest of his bones dabbled with sweat. Red left him there to wallow in his filth, prowling over to Rus.

Who scrabbled back into the corner of the sofa, his sockets so wide it looked like his eye lights were gonna pop loose and fizzle out on the carpet. He fumbled for the phone gracelessly, somehow managing to turn off the warbling timer without dropping it on the floor even as Red raked a look over him. Taking in the heated glow of his joints, the honey-tint to his eye lights, the wet patch seeping through his pants, leaving a darkened stain that clung visibly to his pussy lips.

Yeah, Red had his number now. Looked like their honey had a lil' voyeurism kink going on. That was a new toy Red was looking forward to playing with, fuck yes. But for now, he had a problem of his own going on in his pants and Rus’s magic was crackling hotly in the air, searing lightning searching for the ground

"lay back, sugar," Red slipped off his shorts, briefly fisting his own cock, groaning at the feel of his own hard fingers.

Rus did it instantly, squirming as he worked his pants down his legs and kicked them off even as he asked doubtfully, "this is what you want as a favor?"

"nope, this is mine by right.” Red jerked Rus down until his pelvis was at the edge of the sofa, long legs dangling to the floor. He shuffled forward, lining his cock up with Rus’s eagerly clenching entrance, smearing his cock with golden wetness. “i'll let you know about the favor."

Then he shoved into that wet pussy, groaning at the soaking, tight heat around him as Rus’s wail filled the room.

So fucking gorgeous, watching Rus whimper and flail as Red fucked him. Pretty as Rus was on his knees, Red liked him better on his back. Liked watching that lovely face scrunch up every time Red fucked into him, honeyed tears welling up, streaming down the rounded curves of his cheekbones as that sassy mouth dropped open and his tongue curled behind his teeth.

In the down under, he got to watch his dick moving in the soft, golden magic that filled Rus's pelvis. His cunt was a slippery, plush delight, that first thrust inside always bordered on too tight until his walls loosened up a little, Rus whimpering out little cries as Red forced his cock in, past the rippling clench to fill him up.

And fuck him for how hot that was. Red knew Rus could take a fist all the way up to the elbow into his pussy, a cock wasn't no big thing, (heh), but the feel of it, fuck, like taking his virginity all over again. Red braced his heels against the coffee table and pumped harder, watched the length of his shaft slide in, pussy lips spreading wide around it, parting to give him a nice look at Rus's swollen clit. Red reached down to trace around it teasingly with a careful, sharp-tipped finger and Rus let out a frantic whine.

"you want somethin’, sweetheart?" Red panted out.

"i want to come!" Sweet desperation poured from him, fuck, talk about no stamina. Then again, Rus was like a little energizer bunny of orgasms, he could keep going and going, popping off one after another. Wasn’t no reason to hold him back now.

One hard drag of Red’s thumb over his clit and Rus was arching, his legs going tight around Red’s hips, holding him in deep as he convulsed. A fresh rush of wetness flooding his pussy, smoothing out the ride.

Rus sagged back against the cushions, hiccoughing soft little cries as Red kept it up. His own orgasm was swelling in him, tantalizingly close. Next to him, the sofa suddenly dipped with added weight and maybe Red couldn’t lean up high enough to give Rus’s pleading mouth a kiss, but that was fine, cause Edge was there to do it for him, his brother’s crimson tongue moving sinuously against Rus's golden one, fuck, yeah.

"come on down here, bro,” Red growled, flicking his thumb over Rus’s swollen clit again, “got something better for you to work with."

His brother shifted downward instantly, tilting his head in to lick at that sensitive nub. His crimson tongue was long, prehensile, dipping in between Rus’s femurs. Not his normal one, either, this one forked at the tip, all the better to work against Rus's clit, circling it from both sides, yeah, his fucking clever brother. Sometimes it wandered too low, one of the tips occasionally grazed against Red's cock, slyly pushing into Rus’s cunt and catching Red off-guard with a brief firework of sensation.

Red could taste his own sweat, sharp and faintly bitter, tried not to jerk as that tongue lashed against him again. He didn’t want Edge the same way he did Rus, he didn’t, but oh, you kid—

Fuck it, he couldn’t hold out anymore.

Red let go with a groan, pulling out to come in hot streaks over Rus's pelvis, and, oh, yeah, his bro's face. Edge flinched, closing his sockets and didn't stop, licking Rus through another orgasm even as a glossy spurt of come striped across his tongue, the fluid a shade of crimson darker than the ectoflesh.

With a deeply satisfied sigh, Red shuffled over enough to flop on the sofa even as Rus trembled and writhed through his shuddering ecstasy. He watched through narrowed sockets as Edge sat up, blinking too fast and his tremulous expression was loaded with conflicting signals. Almost, Red reached out, his sense still blurrily pleased, struck with the idea of rubbing his come in, smearing it across his brother’s scarred bones, marking him—

He reeled back, snorting aloud at his own stupidity. Yeah, yeah, his brother and no one else’s. He’d lived that schtick his whole life, no reason to complicate it now.

Looking at it sideways, the mess of his come was dripping down Edge’s skull in a way that made Red think hilariously of strawberry syrup on cheesecake.

Well, it could be a sweet treat for someone to eat, now couldn’t it.

"whoopsie, looks like i messed him up," Red drawled, elbowing Rus lightly. "you gonna clean him up, sugar skull?"

Rus stirred at the pet name, sockets fluttering open, then going wide as he took in the sights. He swallowed audibly, husking out, "yeah i can…i can do that if…if you want?"

Like Edge was even capable of turning that down. A short, sharp nod and Edge sat obediently still, let Rus lave at his face, greedily licking up the spatters while Red watched the crimson smearing the deeper gold of his tongue avidly. The sudden flood of fresh arousal was startling, almost unwelcome.

Almost.

The way he figured it, Edge would only stand that for so long before he hauled them all off to their massive shower. The three of them standing together beneath the generous spray, the water pouring down on them about two degrees lower than the temperature of lava, exactly how Rus liked it. The probability of blowjobs or fucking was high and so was the chance of a nap afterword, Rus snuggled up against him blissfully well-fucked, his brother on the other side. A preciously rare gift from the Angel to make up for the slagging shithole of Red’s life before.

He'd guarantee that Rus would mumble out a sleepy ‘I love you’ for them both before drifting off and right about then, Red wanted that more than anything in the fucking world. Those three words, Rus, and Edge.

His, all his in a way no one’d ever been his entire life. Not even Sans.

Red didn’t have a fucking clue what game they were playing anymore. Didn’t matter, either. All he knew was that the fates were sore losers and that he didn’t give a shit.

He was playing to win.

-fin

Next Chapter

#fontcest #keelywolfe #underfell papyrus #underfell sans #underswap papyrus #underswap #underfell #lemony goodness #papcest #spicyhoney #honeymustard #spicyhoneymustard #bodyguard au

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ukulelewrap · 4 years

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Insomnia writing thing,,

(This was inspired by doki doki fallen angel, it's a rlly good ddlc mod, pls go play/watch it)

(This is also an au I made where Error is MC, Blue is Sayori, Dream is Yuri, Ink is Natsuki, and NM is Monika. So please don't get confused if any of the characters don't act like they usually do.)

Oof first time writing insomnia,,

"What the-"

Error heard some voices coming the literature club.

"Sound's like Dream and NM.."

He gently peered through the door.

"Brother, I'm sorry I-"

"I don't want your fucking apologizes.."

NM said hastly.

"I thought I was supposed the quiet and shy one, and you were supposed to be all happy and extroverted and kind and determined. But look where we are now.."

Dream stood there quietly.

He looked so nervous.

Error wished he could help him, but he didn't want to intervene and make the situation worse.

"You know, the literature club is a place where we share poems and talk about writing, not just read books. Maybe you should leave the literature club, and go join the book club. You'll find a lot more interest in that. You're honestly worthless here."

NM said firmly.

"Dear brother, what do you have to say about that?.."

"I- I.. I think you're a total bitch!"

Dream blurted out, his eye sockets widen.

"The reason I'm not so extroverted anymore is because I've grown up! And so have you! And I'm so happy that you've become more social, but there was a downfall to that growth. You've become a piece of shit that backtalks everybody! Remember when you called Blue an insensitive brat who only looks for attention?! Or when you called Ink a dumbass who is a monster that takes vials to feel shit?! Blue has depression because he's been dealing with a lotta stuff ever since he was young! You can't understand that because anything that doesn't apply or make sense to YOU is invalid! He doesn't have thick skin like you! That's why we shouldn't treat him so harshly. And Ink, the reason Ink is a so called dumbass is because he forgets thing easily, and can't understand real emotions! But that doesn't mean he's any less valid than us! So we should treat him like we would treat anybody else! I've also been writing poems! But I don't show them to you because I don't trust you!"

Dream yelled.

"WOW?... I NEVER EXPECTED MY BROTHER TO BE A LIAR.. AND PERFECT TIMING ERROR.. DID YOU HEAR EVERYTHING HE SAID?.. THAT'S GREAT, NOW YOU KNOW THE MONSTER THAT HE TRULY IS.. NOW, YOU KNOW HES A BAD PERSON.. AND WE CAN-"

Before NM could finsh, Dream stormed out of the room sobbing.

"Hehe! Sorry for that monster taking up most of our time-"

"Fuck you."

Error said firmly.

He then noticed Blue was in the room. However, he had his head down, and tears were pouring from his desk onto the floor.

Error could also hear Ink puking from outside the club room, he could also hear him crying a little.

"You went out of your way to show the worse side of him. You're own god damn brother."

"Well, I wouldn't be defending a monster. And I would support someone who was calling out one."

"Then why did you get mad when Dream did?"

NM stood there, in shocked and offended.

Error ram over to Blue, trying to comfort him. But nothing really worked.

Error then took out his phone, and wrote down a few phone numbers.

They were suicide prevention hotlines.

Blue look at the paper.

"T-Thank you.."

He said, taking out his phone and walking out of the classroom.

Error then ran over to Ink, who was crying on the benches.

"Go away.. Aren't I just some monster that uses vials to feel shit?!"

Ink said, looking away.

Error sat down next to Ink.

"Ink, we've only been friends for a few days.. But you have one of the most likeable personalities ever.. Why do you think you're so popular? And, if you ever need to talk, I'm always available.."

Error replied, giving a piece of paper to Ink.

It was his phone number.

Ink wiped away his tears, and smiled at him.

"Thanks! I'll call whenever I need you!"

Ink said joyfully.

Error smiled at him.

Now..

Dream...

Dream.. Was going to be a difficult one to comfort...

The things NM had said.. The side he had shown of himself..

He was probably so upset..

He turned back to Ink.

"Have you seen Dream?.."

Error asked.

"Well, I saw him run into the bathroom.. He looked really upset.."

Ink replied.

"Thank you.."

Error ran into the bathroom.

Only to see......

.........

....

----------------------

"KYAH!"

Dream yelped.

.......

Dream....

Was....

Cutting...

Himself....

"Error!!! It's not what it looks-"

Dream was cut off by Error hugging him.

"Dream.. Why?.."

Error asked.

"...Because.. NM is horrible... He's constantly rude to me.. About my obsessive side.. Whenever he gets mad.. He threatens to show everybody this side of me.. He also backtalks Blue and Ink, as you heard.. He says a lot of bad things about them.. But I can't go into detail.."

Dream sighed sadly.

"I don't care about your obsessive personality.. Because I still like you.. You're kind and caring.. And a great friend.."

Error replied.

Dream smiled sadly.

"I.. I'm sorry for not showing you this side of me earlier.."

"Don't apologize.. I know why you wanted to keep this side of you hidden.. You thought it was weird, and you thought you would be judge.. Don't worry though.. I won't expose this side of you to anybody.. I promise.."

Error smiled back at him.

Dream started tearing up.

"Thank you so much.."

He said.

"You're welcome.. Now, mind if I get a look at those cuts?.. I want to help.. So I need to see how bad the cuts are.."

"Of course.."

The end!~ <3

(Oof srry ending was rushed..)

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nibscribs · 5 years

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So uhhhh I drew a lot of RWBY this year... only two of these are non RWBY and tbh I could have just as easily put something RWBY for June Template

Retrospective under the cut bc it’s LONG

RETROSPECTIVE January: First piece of the year! I still like this piece and I think it shows how much I improved from the original version of it. Also I just like looking at it bc it's soft content of my rare pair. I do think I made the rose look photorealistic which looks... bad esp with all the other more stylized flowers, and I got lazy with the bleeding hearts by just drawing one set and flipping them. Emerald's hair also could look better. February: I made this around GNG week, which was a fun, good time, long before the server imploded on itself. I got really lazy with the backgrounds, obviously, but I do like the poses in this one, tho it helped that I based it off of screenshots from Young Justice. I also just really like how Merc looks in this one. March: March wasn't a very prolific month for art, I don't think I produced much besides this and one comic piece for GNG week. I'm not sure why exactly, I can't find any specific reason why I would be unproductive that month. I'm gonna just assume I was drained from work all the time and didn't have the energy to put out good art, and also I was getting into a slump bc all my art was starting to look same-y. This piece isn't very good, but I chose it because I did it without a reference, and at this point that was going out of my comfort zone. It's obviously not super dynamic, but at the very least you can tell I intended there to be motion to it. April: This also wasn't a very prolific month for art, not as bad as March, but for the same reasons. I was also really starting to feel burnout from the RWBY fandom, specifically wasps and conflict within the GNG server. This was also when the Art vs the Artist meme was popular, and I realized I didn't want to do that meme because my art was too similar and boring, which also brought me down a peg. Though I put out a few good chibis in April, I chose my Mercury redesign bc I was really proud of it. I could never get the Emerald redesign to mesh quite right, but I can say I'm really proud of how Mercury's came out. May: May had me bounce out of my art slump and in full force trying to expand my skills! Specifically exploring painting. Although May was about as prolific as April, what I did create I put a lot into. It was difficult to pick between this and my app of Edison, because I'm really proud of both, but in the end I went with this commission of Mercury because I pushed myself to try and use an interesting perspective for the piece instead of my usual stand still and face the camera pose. Because I pushed myself out of my comfort zone, this was one of the best things I made all year, and may be my favorite piece of the year. June: TIME TO STRESS OUT ABOUT CONNECTICON! So if you follow me on twitter, you might have noticed I made a lot of posts at the beginning of the year low key throwing shade at myself for drawing my oc's instead of more "important" art. Well, that important art that I was procrastinating was con merch, and con was the second week of July, so I really had to get my ass in gear to finish merch on time (spoiler, I didn't finish a lot of it on time). This piece and July's piece are both posters I made for Connecticon, and while I like July's much better, that doesn't mean I find this piece bad. I really should have known that no one at con would realize it was a goonies reference tho -_-; I also lost a lot of love for this piece after season 6 of Voltron, which I watched while I was about 60% of the way through this piece, so I had to force myself to finish it. July: I love this piece!!!! Don't get me wrong, I know it has flaws, but look at it! The lines are so crisp, the colors look good, Roman and Merc's expressions are mwuah chefs kiss, and I just love all of them!!! ... except for Neo. I really didn't do her justice in this piece, her hair is too fluffy, her head is way to oversized to the point that she looks like a bobblehead, and her eyes are too close together. Really if you take out Neo's head that whole problem goes away. I also love all the tiny details I put in this one, from emerald's chaps to roman's rose to Neo's lace parasol. You can tell I was way more passionate about this piece than I was about the Voltron piece. August: pretty sure this is when I quit my job cashiering, and thank god bc customers suck. If I was going off of sheer popularity, Chibi Pyrrha would have taken this slot no contest, and while I love chibi Pyrrha, I don't think it was the best of the month. I chose this little princess and the pauper au doodle because I tried a year ago to draw these two dancing, and it looked like dog shit. It was flat and ugly. But this has motion to it, and even looking at it now makes me feel warm and happy inside. It's just a good cute drawing of my otp. September: My piece for the RWBY tarot project! I have a lot of mixed emotions about this one. on the one hand, I love how mercury looks, his expression, the lighting, the visceral gore from his legs (ESPECIALLY THE VISCERAL GORE ON HIS LEGS) and the hands of the undead, all look stunning and I don't think I could be more happy with how they turned out. And then we get to the background. The caduceus isn't the worst thing ever, but it's severely lacking in quality compared to the rendering on mercury in front of it, and a lot of it is clearly pixellated from me trying to stretch and squash it just right. And the fire is a hot (no pun intended) mess. It's flat, incoherent, and doesn't lead the eye anywhere. It's a shame too because I wanted to do more with it, but I a) didn't have enough time or patience to figure out what I needed to do to fix it and b) didn't want to go outside of my comfort level, so I gave up and decided to be satisfied with what I had. October: October was another good month for art, I made a turnaround sheet for Moss, painted a full body (and slightly lewd) Rudy, and made a decent attempt at inktober. Ok, so I got like 2 days in, but I improved a lot on inking from last year! Fun fact! this piece was originally going to be fan art of Lindsay Jones, but after I did some thumbnails to figure out a pose, I thought it would suit White Diamond better, and I could also sell it as merch. I love this piece. I think I captured the sinister mood well, and conveyed the story I wanted to without any dialogue (at least the notes on Tumblr make me assume I did a decent job, lotta people really wigged out lol) I really worked hard to get the lighting right on this one, and I think it shows. My absolutely favorite thing about this piece funnily enough, is Amethyst. I think I just did a great job drawing her and I'm proud of myself ok. Stevens bubble and my trouble figuring out how to get WD's leg just right are the only things that I dislike about this piece, but I might go back and fix those. November: IM SO PROUD OF THIS COMMISSION!!!!!! I worked so god damn hard on this chef's kiss poifect, and it really shows. I started using a new brush at this point, the Ojing series on Clip Studio Paint, which I recommend and have been using a lot since. I've also been using this shading technique since drawing this. I love how it sort of fades out but it's still really crisp. I also love all the little details that give this piece character, like her shoes and the stripes on her jacket. This piece really takes a lot of the stuff I learned over the year and combines it into one piece, and I could not be prouder of it. I have absolutely no problems with this one, though I do find the weapon a bit plain, but it's what the client described. December: AND NOW IT'S CHRISTMAS!!!!! I had been working on this piece since August, going back to it every now and then and getting frustrated. I'm really glad I came back to it and finally finished it, since I love this pair and I put a lot of effort into it back in August. However, I'm also really glad I completely overhauled a lot of it, specifically the flowers. Though I'm not 100% happy with the mums in this one, they look a thousand times better than the mums I had originally sketched back in August, and were part of the reason I had such a hard time finishing this for months. I also thought it would be nice to end the year on the same note it started; with a flower couple. I've definitely learned a lot since January, and I hope to continue growing in 2019! 2019 GOALS!

Work on backgrounds for the love of god

Draw more stuff that isn't RWBY

Perspective

Make more speed paints and post more to youtube in general

#2018 summary of art #2018 retrospective #art progress #year in review #not art

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artificialqueens · 6 years

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Isn’t it lovely... {biadore} - imafuckinglibra

Oh hi. Do I have other fics I need to finish? Yes. Did I have a dream about this where I was Danny and decided to write this one shot instead? Yes. We have some fluff and a lotta smut so enjoy bitches. Title is from the song Lovely by Billie Eilish & Khalid btw. K bye.

“Let’s get turnt!” Jay yelled from somewhere in the corner of Willam’s bar over the loud pop music playing as Danny watched from a distance, absentmindedly tapping the droplets of condensation on his cold beer bottle with his fingertips.

It was a little gathering amongst former drag race alum at Willam’s house, which in all honesty made it feel more like some fucked up family reunion. Everyone had clinked their drinks together setting the night of an hour or two ago but since then they all split into their individual groups.

Jay, DJ, Gia and Justin, aka the Haus of Edwards, were all in a corner tongue popping and screaming.

Some of the local LA girls were somewhere else, presumably the bathroom or the patio (most likely up to no good). A few visiting New York queens were on the make shift dance floor and everyone else just scattered about in their smaller groups around the house depending on their seasons or home towns.

Danny however was sitting by the bar alone.

He had initially followed the LA girls until they started fussing over Dequan and his announcement of finally getting on season 10.

He was happy for him, the queen who inspired his now iconic party line, but he didn’t feel like talking about the show or All Stars all night so he spread off with Jay. Big mistake.

The Edwards girls were all too much energy for him to keep up with when he was already feeling a bit blue. The only other season 6 sister he could tail that was there was Roy, at least he thought he was there. Was he?

He remembered seeing him briefly talking with DJ at the start of the night but after that he vanished too.

Feeling unable to fit in with any of the cliques reminded him too much of being a loner in high school only bringing him down even more so he silently excused himself to go try and find Matthew and the others again on the patio.

“Maybe not.” He sighed to himself when he realized they weren’t there. The emptiness of the quiet space felt too alluring though so he opted to stay there anyway.

Nestling himself into a make shift fort of throw pillows on the patio chair he watched the way the leaves of the potted plants blew in the night breeze taking a breather from all the festivities.

“There you are, chola.”

He lifted his head from the overly fanny grindr messages flowing across the screen and saw Roy towering over him with his hand in his pocket, the other holding his empty wine glass.

“Hey.” He eagerly smiled up at him tucking his phone back into his pocket.

“I just wanted to say bye before I took off.” Roy raised his shoulders stepping closer.

Danny’s heart dropped. Being with Roy would’ve made the whole night so much more bearable, he’d at least then have someone to hide behind as they usually did in these instances.

Since their season Roy has become his on again off again…whatever. He wasn’t quite sure what they were to be quiet honest. They’d get close, commitment level close and then they’d both get too busy again and it would all fall away.

However when their schedules did coincide every so often they’d take the opportunity to be together as much as possible. Sometimes even if that meant just a quick fuck in an airport bathroom or even backstage before a show.

But he wanted more. He loved Roy, he loved him more than just a friend or a mentor. He was there for him during their season, there for him after All Stars failed so miserably even there for him during everything else shitty going on with drugs, work, his family, his lawsuit - all of it.

Since then the sweet nothings exchanged under hushed breath in passing or the lingering stares watching each other had left him utterly dependent on Roy Haylock. Even the way he sat him down and told him off more honestly and more brutally than anyone else ever could when he was spiraling.

Lost in his thoughts he hadn’t realized Roy was still saying something until he bent down to hug him goodbye.

Mid hug when he registered what was happening Danny seized the opportunity and wrapped his legs playfully around him to keep him from leaving accidentally tripping Roy when he did.

“Oh, you bitch!” Roy laughed pushing himself off the chair, grabbing hold of his ass and lifting him up sliding his hands to his upper thigh in the process.

The giggling pair fell backwards when Roy lost his balance again, landing on another chair behind them with Roy breaking their impact. However somewhere in the commotion their lips met, their bodies instinctively melting into each other.

The smell of his heavy, strong cologne hit Danny’s nostrils intoxicating him, making him forget for a split second how extremely awkward it was when their dicks brushed over each other through their pants.

When Danny eventually pulled back as slow as humanly possible from their kiss he looked straight into the brown eyes staring confused back at him.

“I gotta’ go.” Roy quickly blurted out lifting him back off of his lap, disappearing out the gate just as quickly as he had emerged a minute ago.

‘What the fuck?’ He began panicking internally. Why did Roy run away so quickly? Did he go too far when he kissed him like that out in the open? Was Roy mad at him?

Danny shook off any uncertain emotions and made his way back inside to try and forget what had happened between them but after an hour of grinding between the queen of the hour, Dequan, and Thomas he was still as miserable as before.

While the others weren’t paying attention he made his way to his secret hideaway again. This time with a considerably warmer beer and a pair or earphones he swiped from Willam’s room to avoid any interaction. He probably could’ve just left but he didn’t want to be walking home alone at this time of night after Chris gave him a speech scaring the shit out of him.

He decided on just waiting it out another hour or so before calling John to come rescue him, at the very least his over the top friend could distract the others while he made an escape.

While swiping through his social media checking on what new video Chris posted he heard footsteps approaching and started mentally preparing himself to put on a face for whoever it was. He looked up expecting, literally anyone else, when he saw Roy again.

“Thought you’d have left by now?” Roy smiled his big beautiful grin that could melt even the coldest of hearts framed by those gorgeous dimples.

“Thought you already left?” Danny eyed his beer suspiciously. Questioning if Willam or one of the others put something in his drink again and he imagined the whole altercation earlier.

While he was elsewhere mentally Roy leaned forward resting his hands on Danny’s crossed knees running them up his thighs. His heart immediately started pounding out of his chest the minute it hit him that their lips were touching.

“Wanted to come get you. You want out?” Roy’s smile grew as he gently kissed him again.

It was almost exhilarating getting to kiss Roy in public, not entirely public public but they’d never been intimidate except behind closed doors so this counted in his mind.

He nodded halfheartedly going in for another kiss when Roy took hold of his hands and pulled him up off the chair instead, disappointing him a little.

And just like that they left.

Not giving anyone a heads up or any further words exchanged between them they just left hand in hand with the usually anal Roy acting suspiciously casual about their PDA.

While Roy was finishing up some things like cleaning his face or feeding the dogs Danny made himself at home in his almost luxuriously comfortable bed. Taking in everything about his room and how at peace he felt whenever he spent the night. How warm and soothing it was, like a genuine home despite the always meticulously neat nature of it.

Roy must’ve thought he was asleep already because by the time he came back he climbed into bed next to him without a word. Danny looked over at the man next to him trying to not disturb him so he could silently watch Roy scrolling through his social media.

The bedside table’s light was hitting him just right, his glasses and now scruffy face from being off for a week after finishing the first leg of his tour made him look beautiful, absolutely breathtakingly beautiful.

Without thinking Danny reached his hand out to the one by his side, clasping their fingers together without any explanation just as Roy had done with his when they left the party.

After a minute or two Roy finally acknowledged the foreign hand and looked over at Danny faintly smiling at him. Danny raised his hand to his jaw, his fingers admiring the way his dimples looked highlighted in the soft glow.

Slowly they both leaned into each other, their kissing remaining tender and never rushed. Their lips lingering where they made contact every now and then when Roy finally dropped his phone and brought his arm around Danny to tangle his fingers in his hair.

“Want me to fuck you?” He whispered when they pulled apart, moving a piece of his unruly brunette hair out of his face as his eyes searched for something in Danny’s.

“Yes please.” Danny responded, his voice barely audible. His index finger brushed over Roy’s puffy bottom lip but the older’s hand on his wrist stopped him.

“I’ll be right back.” He kissed Danny’s forehead and got up.

Returning a few minutes later out of the hallway followed by various light switches flicking off with a bottle of lube and a pack of condoms he began fiddling with the box counting something.

“You been tested lately right?” Danny asked.

“Yeah why?”

“Then don’t bother.” He shrugged.

Shane would probably kill them both for this if he found out but fuck it. He missed Roy and had no idea how long till he got to see him again after they both went back on tour. He needed to savor every single second he had with Roy and feel every inch of his body for as long as he could.

“Alright then.” Roy nodded abandoning his counting, leaving the condoms by the dresser next to the door before trying to take off his shirt.

“No.” Danny protested again. “I wanna.”

“Okay.” Roy agreed softly almost as if he was scared that saying no would hurt his feelings.

He put the lube down next to Danny now sitting up slightly against his pillows and straddled him like they were earlier. Danny could feel Roy’s thickening bulge pressing against his as he leaned down to cup his face resuming their make out.

Danny’s hands ran up from the thighs either side of him into Roy’s shirt. His cold fingers leaving goosebumps on the warm tender skin of his ribs as they trailed upwards lifting his shirt off over his head.

His hands stilled on Roy’s ribs to take a second to gaze at his gorgeously tan, slim physique while he threw the shirt over his head and swiftly pushed him back down with his hand on Danny’s chest in one smooth move.

The older having shifted to hover over him on all fours gave Danny’s hands the opportunity to reach inside his underwear, pulling them down just enough to let his ass be exposed.

Kneading his firm cheeks clawing his nails into the tender skin like a cat purring from being scratched while Roy continued kissing from the corner of his mouth to his jaw.

Danny blushed when the vibration of Roy’s chuckling against his jawline made him realize he was literally purring while his hips sunk back down grinding their growing erections together.

Roy’s hand gently turned Danny’s head as if the younger was fragile, scared of breaking him if he moved to fast as he continued kissing along a familiar path that always made Danny squirm, biting softly at his jaw and towards his earlobe.

Danny melting in his touch the moment he felt him suck a piece of his neck into his mouth, his erection twitching against Roy.

Roy’s lips continued working lower to his collarbone, nibbling on the tender flesh as he moved. Danny could already tell there was a bruise forming when his mouth released it, the same on his neck as well. His skin was stinging and heated, feeling raw almost.

When Roy moved lower the absence of his cock against his made him whine, which quickly turned into a moan when the lips on his ribs and down his abdomen ignited something inside him.

He watched with hungry eyes at the man smiling up at him when he reached the place Danny wanted him most desperately to touch.

He knew Roy could be a sneaky fucking tease though which just made him even more aching. Roy nuzzled his cock through his underwear, peppering gentle kisses from where his precum left a stain along the shaft till he reached the base of his cock still pulsing at every touch.

“Oh my…god.” He moaned dropping his head into the lush pillows when Roy’s hot mouth began sucking his balls through the fabric.

His devilish smile growing as he hooked his fingers into the white waistband and pulled them down, letting his dick spring free but never actually giving in and touching it.

“Quit teasing me!” Danny whined in a raspy voice, blushing at how embarrassingly over eager he sounded.

Roy bit his bottom lip pulling Danny’s briefs off. “Patience, baby.”

Discarding his underwear next to the bed Roy sat up on his knees, calling Danny closer with his index finger curled.

Too eager to ever disobey Danny quickly jumped up and crawled over to him where Roy pulled him closer by his waist to resume their kissing. His hand reaching between them to finally give Danny what he wanted and jerk him off excruciatingly slow, drawing out every stroke.

Roy’s thumb moved in circles around where his pre cum was bubbling out, swirling it around the head of his cock making his legs tremble. He knew exactly what he was doing and how to make Danny writhe in ecstasy.

“Open.” Roy ordered. He brought his thumb up pushing it inside Danny’s mouth.

Just as much as Roy liked to tease him Danny knew exactly how to turn the usually uptight older queen into putty.

He sucked his thumb into his mouth hollowing out his cheeks to give him a little show while moaning when the taste of himself slid on his tongue. All the while giving Roy his best puppy dog eyes.

“Good boy.” Roy praised proudly with that perfect toothed smile again when his hand resumed it’s stroking.

“I want to taste you.” Danny pulled on Roy’s bottom lip sliding down on his knees till he was on his stomach.

His big eyes still on Roy he could tell he was having the desired effect by the way his scruffy chest was rising and falling ever so slightly quicker while he kissed along his inner thighs taking his sweet time.

“Payback’s a bitch.” He whispered, muffled against his skin.

His lips moved up to his hips, gnawing at his hipbones till Roy’s hand came to run his fingers through his long hair. Clearly not amused anymore by his pursed lips.

“I’m losing my patience, bitch.” Roy gave his hair a harsh yank.

Danny took the not so subtle hint and moved his lips to where his erection was poking through the grey boxers. Kissing along the line of neatly trimmed hair trailing to the base of his cock.

“Put your ass up.” Roy instructed, waiting with a stern face.

Danny took his time however pulling down Roy’s boxers while he slid his knees back up to wiggle his ass in the air as told.

“That’s it.” Roy continued praising running his hand down to wrap his fingers around the back of his neck.

With a tight grip he pushed Danny’s face down into his lap towards his cock, a slight hiss being released when Danny’s young mouth finally wrapped around the head.

Danny couldn’t deny it, hell he’d admit it openly to literally anyone - he loved giving head.

Especially when it was Roy, he was so responsive to every touch yet so forceful. The fingers around his neck digging into the muscles from Danny’s tongue swirling around the thick head of his cock making his head spin.

When he was fully erect he completely filled his mouth, just the sensation of it enough to make Danny moan. Especially when Roy’s strong hand pushed him down further so he’d take every last inch of it in, even when it hit the back of his throat making him gag he wouldn’t let up.

His eyes flicked back to Roy’s when his head’s bopping picked up an even pace. When Roy’s other hand snaked from his back to his ass Danny’s skin flared up with goosebumps from anticipation.

Roy’s hand on his neck moved up to grip his hair again, tugging his face up to hold his fingers in front of him. “Spit.”

Danny obliged and almost immediately again his head was pushed back into his lap. While he continued bopping his head in slow circular movements Roy leaned over him and with his now lubed finger he massaged the rim of his asshole for a second before it slid into him.

It felt so amazing Danny couldn’t help moaning deeply around Roy’s cock, the sigh coming from the older when he did encouraging him to try and give him as much pleasure as possible.

When he managed to take him all in, regardless of the fact that he was already gagging, Roy forcefully held his head down.

Now unable to breathe from the cock blocking his airway and Roy’s finger pumping inside him he felt himself get lightheaded.

His face and neck growing unbearably hot, probably turning red or even purple at this point and his eyes tearing up when Roy slid a second finger in without warning.

Just as his eyes nearly started rolling back into his skull Roy finally released his hold on him. He quickly pulled back coughing a little with a sticky string of pre cum and saliva following his bottom lip.

“That’s fucking hot though.” Danny smiled at the now glistening cock slurping up what dribbled from his lip. He let his hands take over jerking him off for a second so he could catch his breath just enjoying the sensation of getting stretched open by his fingers.

“Come here.” Roy pulled him up by the chin.

Eagerly he crawled back up to resume their kissing with Roy holding onto his ass while the other kept fingering him without ever skipping a beat.

When Roy stretched his arm to start reaching around for the lube on the other side of the bed Danny pushed him down.

“My turn to be bossy.” He teased tongue in cheek pulling off Roy’s underwear while he lubed himself up. Not that a lot was needed, Danny’s sloppy blowjob did most of the work for them.

“Last chance.” Roy cocked a brow over in the direction of the box of condoms still on the dresser when Danny straddled him.

“I want to feel all of you.” Danny breathed into his mouth before crashing their lips together.

With his hands rested on his toned pecs feeling up the faint stubble under his fingertips he steadily lowered himself onto Roy’s cock.

Both men pulled back from their kissing to star down between them watching Danny’s tight hole engulfing him gradually inch by inch. He couldn’t help smiling to himself at the sight of Roy dropping his head the minute his ass reached his hips.

“Feels fucking cool right?” Danny smugly smiled rolling his hips still adjusting to the feel of his ass being filled by his lover, watching Roy’s aroused staring at their bodies rolling together.

Seeing Roy reduced to absolutely nothing behind closed doors as he increased the speed at which he rode him made Danny both incredibly proud of himself and aroused. Nothing could get him off like seeing Roy wrapped around his tattooed little finger.

“So good.” Roy breathed out holding onto Danny’s thighs as his body started matching his rhythm, lifting his hips in time with the younger.

Taking hold of his hands Danny kept them pinned back above his head, their lips meeting once again. Their kissing growing more intense between strained breathing as did their movements.

A heated coil tightening in Danny as his much needed orgasm began building dangerously quick. It wasn’t just from watching his lover coming undone so easily under him or the pleasure of his asshole being stretched by him it was Roy himself.

He’d been his comfort since day one, his friend, his lover, the man defending him whenever someone attacked him or even slightly provoked him. But since being on tour he hadn’t gotten to see a much of him, the longing he felt for him that he’d been bottling up for months suddenly began to overwhelm him.

When Roy noticed that his moans had turned into sobbing before even Danny really had he quickly sat up and wrapped his arms protectively around his back.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Roy’s strong hands were rubbing up and down his back massaging his shoulder blades with his lips lovingly against his neck. “Talk to me.”

“I just missed you.” Danny admitted resting his chin on his shoulder. His arms as tightly as possible clinging onto him around his neck scared he’d leave if he let go.

In the beginning when their relationship was still just quick drunk fucks Roy had a habit of leaving as soon as they finished. His abrupt exit from earlier when they had accidentally kissed had left him, to say the least, slightly paranoid.

“I missed you too…but I’m back now.” The older reassured him as if he read his mind.

“For how long?” Danny’s hand found it’s way to Roy’s slightly grown out hair pulling him closer, an attempt to take in more of him.

“As long as you need me.”

“I’m being serious.” Danny leaned back to look in his eyes to show that he wasn’t joking even though he probably sounded more like an annoyed child by the tone of his voice.

“Me too,” Roy retorted with his usual ‘I know better’ stern tone pursing his lips. His eyes flicking between Danny’s before his voice and expression both grew softer. “I’m staying this time. I want to get serious about this - about us.”

“You sure?”

Honestly probably neither were aware of it but Danny had started grinding his ass into Roy’s lap again. They were too distracted by their stare down to either acknowledge it until Roy finally broke the silence.

“Yeah.” Roy nodded, the corners of his mouth twitching into a faint smile as he wiped away the tear from Danny’s cheek leaning in to kiss him again.

The softness of his lips suddenly on Danny’s nearly knocked the wind out of him, blinding any other thoughts on his mind so he could only focus on the man who’s legs he was sitting between.

Soon their kissing intensified as tongues glided around each other tasting the desperation for one other as their hips followed along.

Eventually through their feverish making out Roy ended once again on his back with his hands lowered to his damp porcelain thighs. Freshly manicured black nails scratching up to his hips before traveling back down leaving bright red lines as they went.

That scorching coil turning along in Danny’s lower abdomen becoming dangerously tight when Roy took hold of his dick that was bouncing between them.

Danny’s brows furrowed in a concentrated, almost painful attempt at trying to hold back his orgasm and control his erratic breathing through an open mouth.

He didn’t want to cum so soon but it’s been a hot minute and Roy’s expert hand working him made his ability to restrain himself any longer nearly impossible. He dropped his head so Roy couldn’t see how much everything was getting to him - a completely futile attempt.

“That’s it come on. Cum baby, cum for me.” Roy’s low gravely voice encouraged him in a hushed tone pushing him too far over the edge.

There was no going back now.

“Don’t stop your hand.” Danny hissed. He slammed his ass down a final time all the way onto Roy’s cock so he could fill him completely while he continued jerking him off.

Danny’s legs began trembling from the intense stretch of his asshole and the wave of electricity crashing onto him like a house being dropped.

“Ah…sh…shit.” Danny gasped arching his back when his load shot onto Roy’s chest, decorating his tan toned chest with his sticky pale white cum.

“That’s it. Good boy.” Roy continued praising still stroking his cock very slowly working out the last of his cum. Once his cock pulsed for the final time Roy let go and tapped his thigh. “On your side, my love.”

Like a baby deer with shakey gangly legs Danny lifted himself off of Roy assuming the instructed position resting on one side on his elbow.

Kissing along his neck after wiping some sweat from his forehead Roy reinserted himself behind him. His hand gripping Danny’s hip pulling him back with every thrust while the other arm was secured around his torso.

“Kiss me.” Roy whispered tilting Danny’s head.

Danny’s free arm draped around his neck holding onto him while their kissing mimicked the rushed way Roy was plowing into him, his own orgasm very evidently drawing nearer.

“I want you.” Danny breathed between kisses when it became difficult to keep their lips locked through Roy’s panting. “I want your cum.”

“Yeah?” Roy picked up his pace.

“Yes please.”

“Yes please what?”

“Yes please, Daddy.” He begged further for Roy’s cum.

Roy gave him one last drawn out kiss before pushing him down onto his stomach with his palms on Danny’s intertwining their fingers to keep himself somewhat grounded.

“Oh fuck yeah. I’m gonna cum.” Roy warned, his voice getting higher and his breathing getting more broken.

His fingers tightly gripping his turning his tan knuckles white. With a few final grunts and his hips slamming into Danny with swift, full thrusts he soon came growling loudly.

His deep gravely voice and warm breath against his nape sending chills down Danny’s spine.

When Roy began filling him he wiggled ass eagerly taking every last drop of cum that shot into him, every pulse of his thick cock sending more of his load into his asshole.

“God I missed your cute little ass.” Roy finally chuckled a few seconds later breaking the silence after collapsing on top of him.

He pulled out slowly, kissing the back of his shoulders along his tattoo until the very last second. When he rolled off the bed Danny bit his lip watching his tan ass bounce away as he walked to the bathroom.

When he came back with a towel Danny kept making grabby hands at him every time he would pass him.

“What?” Roy finally asked when he came to stand in front of him.

“I miss your butt.” Danny pouted, now being cleaned off he could sit up with his legs hanging off the high bed. He took the opportunity and snaked his arms around Roy’s body to grab onto his ass, jiggling it a little

“You whore I just fucked you?” Roy laughed.

“I know but I want to top this time!”

“You said that last time.”

“I mean it this time. Remember how much you liked it when I fucked you?” Danny mused, his smile growing at the flashback of when he first topped Roy one night on the BOTS tour.

Roy clearly thought of the same memory by the intense red his cheeks were turning, either that or the fact that Danny was teasing his entrance with his finger.

“I think I need a shower instead.” Roy raised a brow down at his sticky chest that still had Danny’s cum on it and swatted his hands away.

“Fine.” Danny pouted. “One kiss please? Two?” Danny held his fingers up and Roy obliged, bending down with his hands either side of his face kissing him twice as promised.

“Love you.” Roy smiled into the 2nd kiss instantly turning to walk away again after he did.

“Love you too…” Danny dropped back onto the bed blushing, utterly baffled that Roy would so casually throw the L word around. Especially since it was like pulling teeth to get him to say it the first time just a few months earlier.

When Roy had returned to bed now fresh and his skin still slightly steaming from the hot shower Danny took over as the big spoon. Roy had passed out almost as soon as his head hit Danny’s torso, in his defense it was most likely from the way Danny was playing with his hair.

Danny watched him drifting off thinking back on the first time he fell asleep in his lap, it was on a van ride to the venue at their first pride together after drag race. He had even made a joke that day about Roy being like a puppy that still seemed to haunt him every so often.

He genuinely was just a big puppy dog though. Protective and defensive until you scratched his head and he’d shake his leg falling asleep in mere seconds regardless of where they were.

‘I want to get serious about this - about us.’ The words echoed in his mind.

His heart skipped a beat just thinking about the prospect of finally being a real couple. This wasn’t the same as last time when drunk Roy made a big declaration of their love to a hotel lobby plant before throwing up in said plant. He was really serious about this.

“No time like the present hey, my willow?” Danny kissed Roy’s forehead.

With his free hand he groped around the bedside table for his phone careful not to move too much and disturb the man sleeping in his arms blissfully unaware of his plans.

He dug through his private collection of photos they’d taken together but never shared because of how telling they’d be for a few minutes before deciding none of them truly fit.

click

He took a moment to admire the selfie that he had just taken of Roy resting his head on his chest, his arm draped over him with his fingertips still holding onto his jaw even in his sleep.

The glow from the remaining bedside lamp along with the moon peeking through the curtains illuminating every curve of his naked back. He looked absolutely fucking perfect.

The smile on Danny’s face in the photo kissing Roy’s temple was almost as bright and genuine as the one he had while looking at them together.

He loved little moments like these with Roy. Away from fans, expectations, work, their ‘sisters’, or even from their drag alter egos they both looked so at peace. So content. A feeling Danny never truly associated with himself and yet the proof was right there every time he’d open his phone.

He continued debating taking another one seeing as Roy’s naked ass crack was slightly visible but decided screw it - this was the real them. As raw, unfiltered and uncensored as it was going to get.

Without giving himself another second of hesitation he posted it as is and waited for the notification on Roy’s phone to light up before he drifted off to sleep with his love. Kissing him goodnight one final time.

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