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It was the last Friday of the month.
Venomous released a heavy sigh, glaring at the calendar. It felt like this day always came too soon. They’d only done this for a few months, but it already felt like an eternity.
“Mornin’, honey.”
The professor turned, seeing his husband step out of their shower, drying off his adorable tuft of hair. “Hi, pumpkin. Did you sleep alright?”
“Not too bad,” Boxman replied, waltzing over to him. He looked at the calendar as well before pausing. “Ah. So today’s the day.”
“Yep,” Venomous said, his lips popping at the ‘p’ sound.
Boxman looked back at him, giving an easygoing smile. “Well, we’ve got everything all set up.”
“Yeah.”
The cyborg walked over, wrapping his arms around Venomous’ waist. The touch helped some of the tension sink out of Venomous like a water strainer. “No one is going to be here today. And we’ve got the weekend to recover.”
“I know…” Venomous curled his own arms around his husband, pressing a kiss to his faceplate. “I just don’t know if I can be positive about it, Box.” He sighed, his mouth contorting into a sneer. “I should be grateful for everything you’ve done and how much you’ve done to ensure–”
“PV,” Boxman said, pulling back to look Venomous in the face, “I do not expect that of you. There’s none of that you ‘should’ feel a certain way. You’re allowed to feel however you want.”
Venomous’ brow furrowed, his mouth set in a frown. “But we have a way to deal with him now. And yet I’m still not happy about it!”
“Because he reminds you of the things you don’t like about yourself.”
The words were direct and as much as the truth pierced his heart, it felt good to hear it out loud. “...yeah.”
Boxman tugged at Venomous’ shirt, encouraging him to squat down. He pressed a tender kiss to the bridge of his nose. He then tugged Venomous’ hand into his own.
Their rings clinked softly.
“I married you for everything. You, your past, and him, too. I love everything about you, even if you don’t love those things yourself.” Boxman grinned. “And you know your Boxy does whatever he pleases.”
That made Venomous smile. “You do...I’m sorrey–”
“No, no,” Boxman said, wagging his free finger at him. “No sorries for feelings, remember?”
Venomous’ smile grew. “You take such good care of me.”
“That’s what I’m supposed to do. Husband? Duh.”
The professor laughed, hugging his partner. “Right. Duh.”
***
White and large and secure.
That was the best way to describe The Room. Venomous and Boxman hadn’t really settled on what to call this place, so had simply referred to it that way so much that it just stuck.
The Room was a joint effort on Venomous and Boxman’s part, with Boxman building the place and Venomous reinforcing it. As Venomous wandered in, double checking all the security measures, he tried to calm the fierce beating of his heart.
"You ready, PV?"
Venomous turned around, holding the small vials. "Yeah...just need to work myself up to it."
Boxman gave his husband a gentle smile. He took the vial from him, cupping his cheek with his claw. "He's not gonna escape. We've foolproofed the room a hundred times over."
Venomous leaned down on instinct, more at level with Boxman's face. "I know."
"And the big guy is gonna keep him from trying to wiggle his way out, anyways."
Boxman's thumb talon rubbed against Venomous face and the professor released a happy sigh, leaning his face into the hold. His eyes slipped shut, his free hand wrapping around the talons.
"I do miss this hand when you transform."
Boxman chuckled. "Really?"
"Mhm," Venomous replied, pressing a few kisses to the texture. "Your fluffy little feathers and these sharp claws. I miss them. I think even he's fond of them."
"He's told you so?" Boxman asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh, no. He doesn't talk to me anymore. But it's sort of a feeling I get from him. After we come back, I can feel parts of what he felt. Almost like a dream."
"Yeah. Something similar happens to me," Boxman replied. “Especially once you upgraded the tonic.”
“...you’re sure you’re alright with doing this?” Venomous asked.
“PV, this is like, the fourth time–”
“Please, Box. Just answer me.”
Boxman paused, seeing the hint of desperation in Venomous’ eyes. “I am. Without a doubt.”
Venomous released the breath he’d been holding in. “Okay.” He smiled gently, leaning down to press a kiss to his husband’s lips.
The cyborg returned the affection, nuzzling their noses together. A more genuine smile spread across Venomous’ face.
The two glanced down at their vials, the liquids sloshing in their confinement.
"Welp," Boxman said, holding the beaker up, "Bottoms up."
The two ceremoniously clinked the glasses together. Then, the liquid was downed.
Venomous felt the liquid hit. He resisted the urge to hurl. It always felt awful at the beginning. But as he leaned his body against the wall, he saw his lover transform.
Boxman's normally soft and adorably plush form suddenly shot up into the air, his feet firmly on the ground. His legs, to his waist, to his arms, suddenly beefed up. His downy feathers exploded away, replaced with a similar meaty human arm compared to its twin. His chest grew hard, resembling a hard emerald.
Then, the darkness began to obscure Venomous' vision. He closed his eyes, slipping against the wall. His last coherent thought before he completely went under was "Note to self...make the floor more comfy…"
***
With a jolt, he awoke. Shadowy's vibrant electrical current snapped through his body like a rubber band being shot across the room. His eyes flew open, realizing he was back in control.
A tiny grin found its way onto his face. He moved to stand, only to hear–
"Hey, sugarplum, where you going?"
Cob fucking dammit.
Shadowy turned, seeing Boxmax standing before him, arms folded and a devilish smirk plastered across his stupid face.
The bane of Shadowy's existence.
"Somewhere you're not, hopefully," Shadowy snapped back.
"Oh, snookums," Boxmax replied, holding a hand to his gem-like chest. "I thought we had something special."
"Don't pretend like you give a rat's ass about me," Shadowy hissed.
"Oh, but I do, Shadowy," Boxmax replied, taking a step forward, his heels clicking against the floor. "I really do."
"You just want to control me," Shadowy practically spat back. "Just like those other two. Keep me chained up like a dog."
"Mm, you in chains does sound interesting, I'll admit," Boxmax replied, stepping around him, stroking his chin thoughtfully.
"Oh, fuck off." Shadowy bared his teeth, growling lowly in the back of his throat.
Boxmax leaned against the wall, drumming his purple gloves against it. "Shadowy, how about I make a deal with you?"
Shadowy paused. Fuck, he did love deals. Deals meant he got things. Things just for him.
He met Boxmax's gaze. "What type of deal?"
"I want you to see something from a different angle," the cyborg explained. "And if you allow me to show it to you, you might realize you like it."
Shadowy furrowed his brow. "What is it, then?"
"Well, you know how I keep you in here? And we fight each other like stupid animals?"
"Only because you won't release me yourself," Shadowy replied with a roll of his eyes.
"But that's what keeps happening, right?"
"Where are you going with this?"
"Well, what if we occupied our time a little differently today?"
Shadowy was having a very hard time following. "Like how? We don't even have stuff in here."
"Yeah, but we have all the necessary things…" Boxmax stepped forward, looking him up and down. His eyelids dipped slightly, glancing past Shadowy's waist and–
Oh.
"Hah!" Shadowy cackled. "You think I would fuck you ?"
"Who said you're the one doing the fucking?" Boxmax replied with a dirty grin.
Shadowy sneered in response. "You really think I'd just let you fuck me? What do you take me for?"
"I mean, come on, Shads," Boxmax said, wandering around him, "Have you ever actually been fucked? Or done any fucking for that matter? Unless you've tried to feel the barest hints of–”
"Save it," Shadowy hissed. "I don't care what those two do with their time."
"Are you sure?" Boxmax teased. "I still have all of Boxman's memories and lemme tell you, they're really hot."
Shadowy rolled his eyes. "Well, some of us aren't horny bastards. Maybe you would take sex for your silence, but I'm not doing that. I'd rather just fight you and lose anyway."
Boxmax paused, looking at Shadowy. The man's eyes were downcast, his arms folded. His hood obscured most of his face, but he gave off the barest hints of trembling. The larger man stepped closer until he was beside Shadowy, laying a hand on his shoulder.
"I'm not asking for silence," Boxmax said, "I just want to give you something more than just fighting. You're stuck in this arrangement and you always seem unhappy."
"Wouldn't you be?" Shadowy snapped. "If you were locked in a cage?"
"Well, anymore I kind of am."
Shadowy's brow furrowed, turning to look at him. "What?"
"Boxman used to use me to feel powerful. To feel tall and domineering. To have actual powers." Boxmax placed a hand on his emerald chest. "He needed me. But...well, then Venomous came along. Someone who appreciated and loved him for who he is. And now, he doesn't need to feel that way." The man chuckled quietly. "The only time he brings me out is for this."
"So...you're mad at them, too?"
"Mad? Nah. I'm happy for them. They have something really special. So much trust and care."
Shadowy snorted. "So they didn't let you into the relationship?"
"Venomous and I have been together a couple times," Boxmax said. "And believe me, I won't lie, it was amazing. But as much as he enjoyed it...he loves his husband. That's who he really wants."
Boxmax turned back to Shadowy. "I'm stuck too, in a way. And...well, mutual relief is a lot like a deal, right? We can both get what we want?"
Shadowy hadn't thought about it like that. He felt his crotch heat up at the thought. He found himself looking at those large hands…
"Alright. But one condition."
Boxmax's eyebrows raised. "Okay?"
"We fight for who tops. I'm not just gonna let you have your way with me."
A dirty, practically perverted grin worked its way onto Boxmax's face. "Oh, Shadowy, I wouldn't have it any other way."
Then, he lunged.
Shadowy had just enough time to dart out of the way. As Boxmax fell forward, Shadowy attached himself to his back. Boxmax fell to the ground and Shadowy's hands sunk into his biceps, attempting to pin him in place.
Boxmax grinned, not looking even the slightest bit perturbed. "Got the upper hand, huh?"
Shadowy looked down at the man splayed out before him and, before he realized what he was doing, began to rub his crotch against that juicy ass. A groan fell from his lips, feeling some tension leave his body as he rubbed and rubbed and rubbed .
"Oh, fuck…" Cob, he'd never felt like this. He could feel even through his pants, his cocks becoming hard. His hands left Boxmax's biceps, instead attaching themselves to his asscheeks. He pulled them apart, only to squish them together, rubbing his clothed cocks between them even harder.
"You like that?" his partner growled deeply, sending a shiver through Shadowy. "Doesn't that feel so good?"
Shadowy couldn't help the moan that fell from his lips. "Fuuuuck…d-does it always feel like this?"
"Shadowy, you have no idea how good this can feel."
It could feel even better? Everything he'd watched from inside Venomous' mind had looked sexy and given him a boner every time, but this ?
He rotated his hips, teeth sinking into his lower lip. "Oh, Kernels, this is going to make me come…"
"Already?" Boxmax replied. "No, no. We've got to do a lot more than that."
Suddenly, Boxmax pushed his knees in, only to buck Shadowy right off him. Shadowy let out a yelp of surprise, falling down to the floor. He whirled up, eyes now enraged as Boxmax stood. Shadowy could see an enormous bulge, threatening to bust from the cyborg's large pants.
"You asshole!" Shadowy snapped.
"Hey, you said you wanted us to battle. I just wanted you to know what you were fighting for." That dirty grin reappeared and Shadowy felt his cocks twitch with desire. "And if that made you want to come, we're going to have a lot of fun then."
Shadowy pursed his lips. Boxmax's cockiness was irritating, but the man definitely had a point. What could the man do to him? If he just let him–
No. Shadowy had his pride. He wouldn't let Boxmax win easily. Even if Shadowy ended up with his ass in the air and that...really big cock...pounding right into him–
Ugh. Focus, Shadowy.
"Then, let's start having fun," he replied before zooming at Boxmax, claws out.
The cyborg was ready, grabbing onto his gloved wrists. He grinned lecherously at Shadowy, and fuck, the perverted face made Shadowy's cocks ache for attention.
Instead, Shadowy pulled himself backward, propelling his legs up and smashing them into Boxmax's chest. His opponent flew back, crashing into the floor.
Shadowy fell down to the ground, only to pull himself back up. He struggled to stand, annoyed at just how out of shape his body felt. In contrast, Boxmax was up quickly, and making a beeline for Shadowy. Tucking himself into a ball, Shadowy rolled away, Boxmax missing him.
He managed to land his feet on the floor, glancing to see Boxmax charging after him again. Shadowy knew he could just keep dodging him and tire the man out, but, well, that was the coward's way in his eyes. He needed to bring him down.
Unfortunately, since the room was so bare, he didn't have anything to propel himself against or even places to hide and do a sneak attack. He decided to go for broke, sliding his boots against the floor and pushing his body back to face his opponent. Boxmax's eyes widened, trying to stop himself, but his momentum was too much.
Shadowy aimed his fist and punched Boxmax, right in the cheek. He watched the taller man fly to the side, landing down on the floor.
A victorious grin spread across Shadowy's face. He pressed his hands together, creating what little electrical energy he could make, advancing on Boxmax. The cyborg looked up at him, only to gasp and, with a swift motion, kicked his long leg out sweeping it across the floor.
Shadowy's knees buckled and he fell onto his stomach, letting out a groan. "Oh, cobdammit…"
Boxmax shuffled away from him, breathing raggedly. "You got in a good hit, Shads. I'll give you that."
Peering up, Shadowy could see the swollen area where he'd landed his punch and grinned once more. “Gotta say, I think your face looks better that way, Boxy.”
The cyborg let out a growl, pushing himself back to his feet. “And you’d look better on your hands and knees.”
Before Shadowy had a chance to react, Boxmax's hand snatched him up by the hair. He let out an angry growl only to find his face being pressed up against Boxmax's bulge.
"Oh, yes, you look just beautiful like this~" Boxmax purred, his other hand also burying itself in Shadowy's hair. Soon, he was mashing his face against the covered cock and Shadowy could feel past the cloth just how big Boxmax's dick was.
"I-I haven't l-lost yet," Shadowy shot back weakly, despite the tight hold Boxmax had on him. Fuck, his lips were pressing against the outline, tracing from the base to the head.
"Maybe not," Boxmax acquiesced, "But I let you grope my ass–how about returning the favor?"
Shadowy didn't like owing the other man. If he did this, perhaps he could lure him into a false sense of security. "...fine."
Despite his pride crying out to him, he began to actively run his mouth along the bulge, his lips wrapping around the outline. He moaned softly, wondering what it would feel like down his throat.
Above him, Boxmax echoed his moan, his hands having less of a harsh grip and more stroking through his hair. Shadowy didn't want to admit it, but that felt so nice.
Shadowy's hands came up, continuing the tracing and rubbing along. "Cob...how big are you?" he whispered, the thought tumbling out without his permission.
"Mm, would you like to see?" Boxmax grinned.
Shadowy, wanting to maintain some control, found the edge of Boxmax's pants and began tugging them down. Suddenly, the cock flew out, bouncing with eagerness and bumping against Shadowy's head.
Fuuuuck, it was even bigger than he imagined. So tall and thick...the man was oozing precum already, his veins pulsing with desire. Shadowy's mouth watered at the sight and before he could stop himself, his hands attached to the shaft and stroked.
"Ohhhh," Boxmax groaned above him, teeth sinking into his lower lip.
Shadowy's hands didn't feel big enough. He stroked up and down, feeling the weight on his hands. Then, he licked at the head curiously, whimpering as the pre-cum hit his tongue. It tasted so salty–and so damn delicious.
He craved more .
Shadowy sat up from his position on the floor, his mouth wrapping around the head and sucking. He was clumsy and inexperienced, which he cursed inwardly, but he made sure his enthusiasm made up for that.
"Fuck…" Boxmax whispered. "Oh, fuck , Shadowy…"
Shadowy's tongue lapped up the man's pre-cum as his lips puckered around that swollen head, trying to push himself further down the shaft. He moaned low in his throat, feeling his pants straining in their confinement. Ugh, he felt like a slut, but it just felt so good .
"You're doing so well," Boxmax encouraged, still stroking through Shadowy's hair. "Cob, that's...oh, that's so perfect…"
Whatever pride Shadowy had thought he'd lost quickly came back in full force. Of course he was doing a perfect job.
He pulled off the head, only to attach his mouth to the shaft, running his lips along the skin and slurping noisily. He pulled off, catching his breath just for a moment, whispering again the skin, "You're so fucking big…"
Boxmax laughed breathlessly. "You like that, huh?"
"I…" Cob, he couldn't admit it out loud. Not with words. Instead, Shadowy attached himself back on, practically slobbering all over Boxmax's cock. He continued traveling down, Boxmax's moans and groans only goading him further. A hand came up and– ooh !
"Well, well, well," he mumbled, his gloved hands wrapping around a pair of balls, dancing from the end of Boxmax's cock. "You really do lose that bird genitalia when you transform, huh?"
"Heh, yeah. I–wait! So you do watch them fuck!"
Shadowy glared up at him. "Shut up. I can easily quit this." It was a bluff, for certain, but maybe he could fake it just enough.
"Alright, alright. Continue, please," Boxmax replied, although his eyes hinted that he didn't believe Shadowy.
Whatever. Shadowy turned his attention to those balls, unable to help licking his lips. He leaned forward, smelling the air around them, his tongue flickering out. They reeked of musk and sweat and oh fuck, Shadowy was just getting more turned on.
Wasting no more time, he leaned forward, taking a ball into his mouth. His mouth was just big enough for it to fit, sucking the skin enthusiastically.
"Oh, cobdamn…" he heard Boxmax groan, the tight grip on his hair returning.
Shadowy moaned around the skin, his other hand fondling the free ball, feeling the skin stretch beneath his touch. His hips began to slightly hump the air, wanting just a little friction…
Suddenly, he was thrown backwards. Shadowy landed on the floor, blinking with confusion. He opened his mouth to yell angrily, only to gaze up at Boxmax. His pants were gone, now standing above Shadowy with that huge dick pulsing with want.
He was down on his knees, legs on either side of Shadowy. He grabbed onto his own balls, and before Shadowy could process anything, shoved them into Shadowy's mouth–both of them.
"Yessss, yes, take them…" Boxmax growled lowly, his teeth gleaming.
Shadowy's mouth stretched to accommodate both, his tongue darting out. He inhaled Boxmax's scent in full force, drowning in it from this position. Then, when Shadowy felt he couldn't breathe, Boxmax removed them.
Shadowy coughed roughly, wiping at his nose. "What the hell, Box?!"
His hair was suddenly gripped again, forcing him to look at the man. "Hah...couldn't help it, Shads. You were just so fucking desperate for me…"
"I was not!" Shadowy shot back. "I-I'm just horny!"
"To-may-to, to-mah-to," Boxmax replied, rolling his eyes. "You want my cock and I love that mouth of yours~"
Flattery rushed through Shadowy, licking his lips absentmindedly. "You have been right about one thing. So far, I do like this a lot better than just fighting." He gulped, still staring at the cock. "Frankly, if I wasn't so horny, I could give you a better fight."
"Oh, don't you worry. You're plenty feisty for me," Boxmax replied with a sharp grin. "Now...how about I get you out of those pants? You look like you're about to explode."
Shadowy frowned, despite the truth of the statement. "I can get them off myse–ah!"
A hand grabbed him by the front of his cloak, holding him up with far too much ease for Shadowy's liking. "Hey! Box!"
"Hmm...maybe I should make you work for it~" Boxmax grinned and, with his other hand, pressed three meaty fingers against Shadowy's crotch.
Shadowy's body almost surrendered immediately. The pressure was everything his body was begging for. His hands found the fingers, keeping them in place as he began to gyrating against them. "Oh, yes...fuck, yes…" he hissed, his eyes slipping shut as he allowed the waves of pleasure to wash over him.
Then, the fingers began to rub .
Shadowy cried out, feeling his pants getting drenched. "Oh, Box...Box, stop teasing...oh, Cob, I c-can't…"
"Mm, can't what?" Boxmax asked, his tone dripping like honey. "Come on, tell Boxy just what he wants to hear."
Oh, that bastard . He wanted Shadowy to say it out loud. Ugh, he didn't want to let his dignity fall by the wayside…
Shadowy, you're humping a man's fingers and about to come in your pants. Your dignity left the door a while ago.
"Oh…f-fine," he hissed through gritted teeth, opening his eyes.
Boxmax was gazing back at him heatedly, his robotic eye glowing menacingly. Shadowy shivered, realizing the mess he'd gotten himself into.
"I n-need you, Boxmax," he whimpered out. "F-Fuck, I don't care...I want you to do th-things to me...I don't know what, I just know I fucking need it s-so badly…" He grit his teeth. "I know you w-want to humiliate me, so just fucking do it already…"
The fingers stopped and removed themselves.
Shadowy moaned at the loss, thrashing wildly as he tried to find that friction again. Why?! Why was Boxmax denying him after he'd swallowed his damn pride for once--
Suddenly, Shadowy found himself back down on the floor. Then, Boxmax was there, too, on his hands and knees, creeping towards Shadowy.
"Mm, I couldn't have asked for better begging," Boxmax purred, suddenly in front of Shadowy's face. "You did so well, Shads...let me give you a treat."
A treat? What was that supposed to mean? Dammit, he wanted to get off…wait, where was Boxmax going? Confused, Shadowy watched as Boxmax moved down to Shadowy’s pants, ripping them–woof, that was hot –and exposing his leaking cocks.
"Mm, don't worry, I'll get to them soon," Boxmax promised before ripping the pants apart more.
Then, he grabbed Shadowy by his hips, pulling his lower half upwards. Shadowy shook with panic, not understanding what was happening, until--
"Oh... ohhhhhh ," Shadowy moaned as Boxmax's tongue lapped its way inside his hole.
The man's tongue was so big and flat; Shadowy could feel it pressing itself into his ass. Running along his walls, spreading saliva everywhere…
It distantly occurred to Shadowy what Boxmax was doing. He was preparing him.
"B-Box, is y-your cock gonna f-fit?" he asked, his vision spotty.
"If it can fit in Venomous', it'll fit in yours," Boxmax replied against his skin. "Mm, I'm going to make this so good for you, Shads…"
Shadowy could swear he heard real, honest affection there. Before he had time to think on that further, Boxmax's fingers found his cocks again. This time though, the pair were exposed.
"Ah~!" Shadowy cried out, his head falling back. "Oh, Cob…"
Boxmax gently ran his fingers along the cocks, his hand wrapping around them and stroking.
"F-Faster...fuck, Box, I need more!" Shadowy growled. He could hear his tail had manifested, wagging back and forth along the floor.
"You'll get it," Boxmax rumbled back. "Just have some patience, huh?"
Shadowy hissed, beginning to thrash in the hold. "I've been patient enough! I want you to fuck me!"
Boxmax's tongue left his hole, the bigger man leaning over to peer down at Shadowy. From this angle...he actually looked a little intimidating.
"We're doing this my way," Boxmax growled. "If I go in too fast, I could damage you permanently. Not only is that going to hurt you, but it's going to hurt Venomous. And if it hurts Venomous, we might not get to play together again. Do you want that?"
With an uncharacteristic sheepishness, Shadowy quietly shook his head back and forth.
"Good. Now be patient. I'm going to get you nice and loose and wet." With that, his head disappeared again between Shadowy's legs.
Then, the man began to hum. The vibrations hit Shadowy's nerves, making him moan, long and loud. "Ahhh~ Fuck…"
His cocks were dripping with pre-cum, falling down the length of his cloak. Corn, his whole body was so hot. He felt like he was burning up.
"B-Box," he mumbled. "I n-need…" He tried to pull his hands from the floor to remove his coat, but his body was shaking.
Boxmax peered over the edge again, noticing the motion. He grinned, laying Shadowy's lower half back down. He unbuttoned down Shadowy's cloak, pulling it open.
Shadowy's face flushed with embarrassment, yet he released a sigh of relief as the cool air hit his bared skin. Boxmax then tugged at his hood and Shadowy shot a weak arm out.
"N-No! K-Keep it on…"
Boxmax paused, looking down at him.
After all, it's not like he was even wearing it over his head. But Boxmax was not a thoughtless man. He could see the fear in Shadowy's eyes. The other man may not be able to admit to the fear, but he could see it all the same. If he needed some sense of security, who was Boxmax to deprive him?
Instead of responding, Boxmax leaned down, pressing hot, wet kisses along Shadowy's exposed neck. His teeth scraped along as he traveled up and down, side to side, marking that fresh skin.
Shadowy had gasped at the first contact before practically melting beneath the other man. He moaned and whimpered softly, not caring if he looked pathetic, only wanting more and more and more .
He'd never been touched like this, never felt so completely desired like this…
Then, he felt one of Boxmax's fingers press up against his entrance. His eyes widened, feeling the width of just one finger. He gulped, his hole clenching up on instinct.
"Shh, shh," Boxmax whispered, pressing a kiss, followed by a lick, to Shadowy's ear. Fuck, that made him tremble. "Just breathe, Shads. You need to relax if we want to get this show on the road."
Breathe. Damn, he really hadn't been breathing. Deciding to trust Boxmax's words he did so. From his chest, he breathed in and out.
"Big, deep breaths," Boxmax instructed, laying his free hand on Shadowy's stomach and rubbing. "All the way down here."
Shadowy's face flushed further at the intimate touch. "F-Fine, just stop ordering me around."
Boxmax didn't look perturbed, instead resuming his kisses along Shadowy's jawline. "I promise, this is going to feel so fucking good soon. Cob, I can't wait to bury myself inside you…"
Shadowy could feel his cocks twitch at the words. He wanted that, too. He ached for that big cock to be inside him, making him feel things he'd never truly felt before today.
But he couldn't get ahead of himself. First, he needed to relax.
He breathed, slow and calculated. Boxmax's hand still rubbed against his expanding belly. And sure enough, within a few minutes, he felt much calmer. Still, extremely horny, but calm.
"Keep breathing for me, Shads," Boxmax said as he pushed his finger instead.
Shadowy tensed up for a moment before he continued his breathing. He could feel Boxmax's finger pressing inside, right up against his walls. It did feel very weird, hurt a little, but mostly...mostly it was eye-opening.
Had Shadowy ever touched himself? Rarely. Sometimes in the mindscape of his and Venomous' shared brain. And only once while on the outside. But they were always so rushed. He'd felt like he'd just needed to get it over with. But this? Fuck, he was ruined now.
"You're doing so well, Shads," Boxmax praised, his finger slipping further and further inside. "So tight...I need to add another finger to stretch you open."
Another? Just the one felt like it just barely fit inside. But if it was supposed to stretch him, he supposed he'd have to deal with it.
"Sure. Whatever. J-Just do it." Shadowy tried to keep the stutter out of his voice, but his senses were feeling so damn overwhelmed.
Boxmax removed his first finger and soon, two were making their way inside. Shadowy's body froze up, his mind suddenly panicking. "W-Wait, this doesn't feel like–”
"Shh," Boxmax shushed him before leaning down and... kissing him.
Shadowy's eyes widened for a moment, stuttering out a confused moan, before they slowly slipped shut. Boxmax's tongue pressed against his lips, pushing its way in and running along his fangs. He pulled back here and there, separating their lips by only a few inches before reuniting them. Each time, the kisses were so much wetter and more sloppy and fuck, Shadowy felt incredible .
Shadowy returned each kiss, more enthusiastically with each press of their lips, his own tongue winding its way up against Boxmax's. Down below, Boxmax had begun a small scissoring motion with his fingers, and Shadowy moaned into the other man's mouth as he was stretched.
With each stretch, it hurt less and less. Shadowy's arms had found their way off the floor, wrapping around Boxmax's neck and burying his fingers in that fluffy green hair.
Boxmax pulled back from their kiss, saying quietly against Shadowy's lips, "I'm going to add another, okay?"
Shadowy, almost as if he were in a trance, just nodded, and tugged Boxmax back into another kiss. One of his hands left the man's hair, instead running his fingers along an earplate and he swore he felt Boxmax shiver at the action.
Then, Shadowy felt the third finger enter. He tensed up for only a few moments before relaxing again. It was getting easier now, his hole greedily accepting Boxmax.
"Box…" Shadowy whined, his cocks twitching, "Box...I fucking need …"
"One more, Shads," Boxmax whispered, pressing kisses along his face, "Just one more and then you'll be ready."
Shadowy whimpered, wanting to argue and snap at the other man, but choked as he felt Boxmax add just one more finger. For a brief moment, his vision was obscured by white. It returned quickly, Boxmax's face still in front of him.
"You've been doing so good for me," Boxmax rumbled, his free hand suddenly gripping Shadowy's chin.
Shadowy, feeling a new surge of adrenaline course through him, replied, "I didn't do it for you ."
Boxmax didn't seem deterred by this, only pressing more sweet kisses that Shadowy drank up eagerly, despite himself. And now the four fingers were sliding in and out of Shadowy, back and forth, scissoring him open.
Suddenly, they were gone and Shadowy's eyes opened, almost inflaming with rage before he found himself being flipped right over.
Then, he felt it. Boxmax's cock, the pulsing head pressed against his hole. His lower half was dragged up, not even touching the floor and leaving the rest of him partly on the floor.
"Just breathe, babe," Boxmax said, stroking his thighs.
Shadowy barely had time to consider that pet name before he could feel the cock pushing inside. He released a frightened, overwhelmed yelp, his mind panicking.
"Shh, breathe ," Boxmax reminded him, his hands moving to roll his asscheeks in each beefy hand.
Right. Breathing. Shadowy took in a deep breath and released it shakily. Then, he repeated it. Again and again and again.
Then, Boxmax started to move once more. His cock slipped into Shadowy inch by inch, making Shadowy groan as he continued to feel filled.
Finally, Boxmax stopped. Shadowy could hear him let out a rumbling moan.
"Fuck...Cob, you're even better than I imagined."
Shadowy felt an odd sense of pride wash over him. He glanced back at Boxmax, seeing the look of ecstasy on his face. "Y-You said you were gonna m-make me feel good…" He tried to keep the stutter out of his voice, but he couldn't help his shaking.
Boxmax's eyes opened fully, grinning that dark grin that made Shadowy's cocks leak. "Damn right I did."
And then, he began to thrust.
They started off slow, making Shadowy moan as his deep walls were stimulated. Soon, they quickened, the man's cock actually sliding deeper until–
"Oh!" Shadowy cried out, that flash of white returning. This time, he'd felt something pulse through his entire nervous system. "What–?"
"That's your prostate, Shads," Boxmax chuckled euphorically. "Get used to it."
And get used to it, he did. Within only a few minutes, Shadowy had become a moaning mess. Boxmax's head pressed hard into his prostate with each thrust, making Shadowy lose his mind in the best way possible.
Shadowy was drooling from his mouth and tears dripping down his cheeks. Yet, he had a grin spread across his face, eyes glazed over. He'd never felt anything even remotely like this before and cursed himself idly for not doing anything about it sooner.
However, he could feel his stomach tighten. His whole body was growing tense and distantly, he knew what it was, and let out a soft cry.
"B-B-Box," he stammered out, his nails digging into the floor. "B-Box, I'm gonna...oh, corn, I'm g-gonna come…"
Boxmax's thrusts picked up speed at this admission and the tightness grew stronger in only a few moments.
Then, he was coming. Shadowy's cocks shot off like rockets and Shadowy was sure he'd fainted.
Bleary, he came back to himself, realizing he was up against something cool and hard. It felt wonderful against his sweaty back.
He opened his eyes, noticing he wasn't on the floor. He caught on that Boxmax still had his cock buried inside him, but now he was up against the man's chest, a large hand holding him in place by his stomach. His other hand was holding one of Shadowy's legs up a little, the fingers curled just behind his knee.
Boxmax's cock was moving again, slowly but surely, and Shadowy croaked, "Are y-you close?"
The cyborg gave what sounded like an insane laugh into Shadowy's ear. "Oh, yeah. And then I'm going to fuck you all over again."
Shadowy's eyes widened at the statement before he could feel his prostate being breached, now from a whole new angle. He groaned, his hands gripping tight to Boxmax's arm, biting into his lower lip.
He peered past the arm, and could see Boxmax's cock sliding in and out of him, not to mention his dual cocks becoming hard again. He'd only just come and yet, he could feel his desire still extremely present.
Boxmax suddenly began to moan rather loudly, his thrusts short and hard, making Shadowy's body jerk with each powerful push. His toes curled, grateful for the cooling gem pressed just behind him.
"Fuck~!" he heard Boxmax cry out and then, his come came rushing into Shadowy's awaiting hole. Shadowy moaned wantonly as he was filled with the hot, wet load.
It was a miracle he didn't come again. But Cob, he wanted to. He squirmed in Boxmax's hold, trying to reach his cocks, only to be pulled from Boxmax's dick.
Shadowy heard and felt the 'sploosh' as what felt like a bucket of cum leaked out of him. He groaned, feeling the cum continuing to drip out of his hole.
"Fuck, just look at you," Boxmax said, his voice in awe as he placed Shadowy down.
Shadowy opened his eyes, realizing he'd been placed into the puddle of cum, now coating his hands and knees. Yet, he felt fantastic . Still hard as a rock and already exhausted, but he felt empowered.
He'd never done any of this before, but Boxmax had come so much. All because of him .
Boxmax was gazing at him with an emotion Shadowy couldn't recognize. Then, with all the tenderness a horny beast of a cyborg could muster, pushed Shadowy down onto his back. They were back in their earlier position, with Boxmax looming over him.
Boxmax pressed his fingers into Shadowy's hole, a resounding squelching noise reaching both their ears. "Fuck, you're definitely still ready," Boxmax whispered.
The man wasted no more time pushing right back inside. Shadowy moaned again, feeling the cum inside him press into his walls. Soon, Boxmax was back to pounding into him.
Shadowy was losing himself to the pleasure. His arms curled right back around Boxmax's neck, hanging on as he inched closer and closer to his second orgasm.
"Cob, Boxy, d-don't stop," Shadowy squeaked out, burying his face below the man's jaw.
"I knew you'd love this," Boxmax hissed in his ear, his ragged, hot breath pouring over Shadowy's face, "Cob, I've wanted you like this...you have no idea how fucking long I've thought about this…"
Shadowy could feel the eagerness in the way Boxmax pushed inside him, again and again. "Y-Yeah?" he whispered out, his brain not being in the least bit helpful as it went to pieces.
"You're so beautiful–so dark–so malicious–Cob, you make my blood just boil , Shads," Boxmax rambled on, the words falling without a care from his lips.
Shadowy had resumed his hold around Boxmax's neck, watching him. He moaned over and over again, the rapid pressure edging him closer and closer. He grit his teeth together, a smile on his face.
"C-Corn, k-keep telling me how g-great I am," Shadowy replied with a strain in his voice, his prostate singing with every thrust. It was so hard to say anything, but if Shadowy could count on anything, it was his own vanity.
Boxmax grinned, squeezing Shadowy's asscheeks between his meaty palms. "Ever since the first time Boxman saw you, and I had that memory...I wanted to punish you," he growled darkly.
Shadowy quivered, his heart beating so fast and his cocks hurting as they were so close. He was in such a cornfield-like state just like this with Boxmax wrecking him with that enormous cock–what would it be like if Boxmax just used him?
The images flashing through Shadowy's overstimulated mind was enough to push him over the edge, just as Boxmax pressed deep inside. Then, Shadowy cried out, his cocks releasing once more, staining along his stomach from the angle.
"Fuck yes...yes, that's it…" Suddenly, Boxmax pulled out of Shadowy, still so much cum leaking out of him. He positioned himself above him, jerking off his cock fast and hard.
Damn, Boxmax really liked marking Shadowy, didn't he?
But Shadowy didn't find himself minding all that much. He panted, feeling utterly exhausted as he lifted a hand up, caressing the head.
Then Boxmax's hand shot out, pulling Shadowy up into a sitting position. He smashed Shadowy’s face against the head of his cock and, as if he'd done it thousands of times, Shadowy opened his mouth, sucking on the pre-cum soaked head.
It tasted even saltier than before, but Shadowy loved it. Made his tongue tingle with flavor as he slid his tongue all across the slit.
"Cob, yes...oh, Shads, yessss ," Boxmax moaned, still jerking himself off with his free hand. "Fuck, you're such a natural…"
Despite his exhaustion, Shadowy smiled lazily at the words, running his lips all along the skin, practically laying slobbery kisses down the slit and mushroom tip.
And then, Boxmax's hips jerked slightly.
The next moment, he came.
Shadowy hadn't been prepared for the sheer amount . Sure, he'd had it all go up his ass earlier, but wow, this was a lot. It poured out, drenching his hair and hood first, soon falling down to his hands and knees. And in little time, a small puddle of cum had formed around Shadowy.
Shadowy could feel the warm, sticky cum dribbling down his person and he gave a shiver. He peered up at Boxmax, who looked exhausted. Yet, he had a lazy, but brilliant grin on his face, gazing at Shadowy.
"That's, uhh...a fantasy, a, uhh…" Boxmax almost looked sheepish. "Long time in the making." He cleared his throat.
Shadowy quirked a grin, moving to stand, only to fall back down with a groan. "Ow…"
Boxmax winced. "Yeah, you're, um, gonna feel like that for a while."
"Ugh, I should have known there'd be a catch…" Shadowy rubbed at his eyes. "Cob, I'm so...sleepy…"
His eyes slipped shut and he almost fell, only for Boxmax to pick him up. He knew he was being carried and lightly laid down on a dry area.
He wiped at his cum-stained hair, glancing up at Boxmax, whose expression was very tender. "Well...guess you got your wish."
Boxmax grinned. "I did." He sat down beside him. "And if my performance was good enough...maybe you'll consider a repeat performance next month?"
"Mm, I'd have to think about it…" Shadowy hummed thoughtfully. He tilted his head back and forth before replying, "Okay, thought about it. That's a 'yes'."
Boxmax grinned, his face lighting up like a Shucksgiving tree. "Mm, then I'll have to start planning what else I'd like to do to you," he rumbled.
Shadowy's brow raised before giving a laugh. "Kernels, you're a real pervert, huh?"
"Only when I'm very interested in someone. Like you." He smirked at Shadowy as he reached over, holding him by the chin with one of his large hands. "Cob, you look so beautiful…" he said softly.
Shadowy almost replied that, first of all, he was covered in sticky cum and second, he was not at all pretty even on a clean day. But, at the look of…well, Shadowy could only guess it was reverence on the man's face, he stayed silent.
However, a yawn fell from his lips as Boxmax released him. His exhaustion was weighing on him. Worse than any of their fights or battles.
"Aww," Boxmax purred, and Shadowy didn't protest as Boxmax gathered him in his arms. "You can rest, Shads. You've had a big day."
Shadowy rested his head against the emerald chest, his overheated body cooling. He let out a pleasant sigh as his eyes shut. He felt Boxmax run fingers through his hair and soon…everything slipped into a welcoming darkness.
***
The first thing Venomous was aware of was how sore his ass felt. It wasn't an entirely unfamiliar soreness, but it was, needless to say, an unexpected pain.
The second thing was feeling covered in…something. Was it blood…?
Venomous forced his eyes open, the whiteness of the room greeting him. He winced at the paleness before he glanced down at himself.
“What the fuck…?” he whispered.
He was covered in come. Like, everywhere.
A groan erupted softly beside him. He turned, spotting his husband. Boxman looked a little worse for wear, seemingly unable to sit up by himself.
“Boxy, what…happened?” Venomous croaked out, rubbing his head.
“Ugh…” Boxman mumbled. “They had…fun.”
“Fun?” Venomous paused, looked back down at himself and his jaw dropped open as his brain connected. “They did?!”
“Yeah. Twice .”
“No wonder my ass hurts.” Venomous paused, attempting to remove the sticky feeling from his hair. “Did the sexual tension finally get to them?”
“Something like that.” Boxman finally managed to roll into a sitting position, Venomous placing a hand on his back to keep him upright. “Either way, I’m exhausted.”
“Mm, I think we need some serious R&R,” Venomous said. “I’ll run us a bath…in, like, five minutes. I need to work myself up to that.”
“Take your time, sweetie,” Boxman replied, leaning against his husband.
Venomous slipped his eyes shut, placing his head atop Boxman’s.
***
A month passed. The last Friday of the month came like clockwork.
Boxmax opened his eyes, finding himself face to face with the pure white of The Room. However, he had no time to fully take it in as the only spot of color present pounced.
He fell back out of pure surprise, dropping to the ground and readying himself for an attack–
Purring. Actual purring.
He looked up at the being perched on top of him, its tail rattling rhythmically. “I’ll, uhh, take it you missed me?”
Shadowy grinned widely. “You know, you made an awful mistake, Boxy.”
Boxmax raised an eyebrow. “Eh-heh…I did?”
“You introduced me to a pleasure beyond power. And I want more of it. And I’ve had to wait a whole month .”
Boxmax slowly matched Shadowy’s grin with his own, the fire in his belly beginning to rumble. “Well, then how about we make up for lost time, eh?”