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“-and text me when you get home!”
Blue looked back over at him, beginning to step through the window that would lead him back to his own universe. “I will! I’ll also update you on the results of the human chocolate preference experiment.”
“make sure to remember to remove the packaging first before serving it to the human.” Error reminded him, as if Blue wouldn’t have taken thoroughly detailed notes at the experiment briefing. “we don’t need any of the human’s disgusting preconceived notions to bias our results.”
“I’ll see you soon.” Blue chuckled at him, expression softening as Error’s face lit up with a surprised smile.
He let go of the window, allowing for it to snap shut on its own behind him as the Destroyer moved into action a moment too late. His wave and soft “see you!” were met with an unnerving empty space that he stared at for a beat too long.
These weekly hangouts had become something of a regular occurrence, originally having been mandated “exposure” time for the two guardians, with Blue as the mediator. But given his enemy’s obvious interest in the other skeleton, it had recently become Ink’s favorite budding romantic comedy.
“So am I gonna get to be best man at the wedding or what?” Ink asked, beginning to pack his scattered things in preparation to leave. It was only half a joke given that he didn’t expect to be invited to the wedding anyway, but the way Error jolted at the statement had been wonderfully satisfying.
Error whipped around, seeming to have forgotten that Ink had been there in the first place “why are you still here.”
“I wasn’t about to miss my favorite little ‘will they, won’t they’ story.” He responded, flipping upside down on the makeshift swing he’d created for himself. “It’s finally about to hit the portion where the sad, damaged protagonist realizes he’s developed a crush on his dear friend.”
For once, Error ignored the jabs, focusing on the implications of the statement. “you think i have a crush on blue?”
“Think? Oh buddy, you have a crush on Blue.” Ink snickered. “You’re not all that good at hiding it.”
Error froze for a moment, processing Ink’s words. “i don’t have a crush on him.” He replied automatically, attempting to give his brain a few moments to catch up with his thoughts.
“he’s–he’s just my friend.”
“Yeah, yeah, and I’ve got a soul that feels real belief in that statement.”
Error snorted before catching himself, placing a hand over his face to block his expression.
“look, i know this may be hard for someone who simulates emotions using substances–”
“Rude.”
“-but this is what it looks like when two people like each other. like. imagine the opposite of how i feel about you.”
“That implies that you don’t hate me though.”
Error huffed, crossing his arms and glaring at him confusedly. “well obviously i don’t, considering the fact that you’re still allowed to exist here.”
A burst of warmth spread across the creator’s chest, the acrid taste of ink filling his mouth as he took a moment to figure out which emotion had decided to attempt to make its appearance.
He’d suspected as much, given how tolerable Error had been of his presence lately (Even without Blue as a buffer!), however hearing such a declaration was an entirely separate matter.
The emotion ebbed as the words continued to prickle uncomfortably at his bones, in a way he couldn’t quite decide if he liked or not. He’d have to see if he could repeat a similar situation on his own, though the chance he’d succeed would be slim to none.
It was one of the reasons he found himself coming back to chat with Error. These feelings were new and he wanted to experience more of them, to feel the full array of what the rest of the multiverse experienced.
And for some reason they seemed to always emerge around him.
“Well I don’t hate you either.” Ink responded awkwardly, and with far more sincerity than he felt comfortable with. “Why don’t we call Blue up and ask him if he wants to come join our not hating each other sleepover?”
“holy shit can you just drop it already? is it that difficult to believe that i have completely platonic feelings for my best friend?”
“A little, yeah.” Ink mused, dodging the doll tossed his way. “Are you sure you know the difference between feeling platonic and romantic feelings?”
“well, what do you think it would feel like, o great emotions expert?”
“Touché.” There wasn’t a whole lot he could argue with there. “You shouldn’t rule it out as a possibility though.”
Error scoffed at him, placing a hand on his chest and assuming a confident stance. “unlike you, i am an absolute expert on determining romantic feelings.” He bragged, “i’ve even predicted multiple undernovela couples will begin dating seasons before their actual relationship begins.”
Ink waved him off, aware that attempting to explain that telenovelas did not count as romantic experiences would simply derail the conversation. “I’m sure you are, but don’t you want definitive, quantitative proof?”
The Destroyer’s eyes narrowed, as he seemed to be almost taken aback by the statement. “you can’t reasonably quantify emotions, they’re quantum particles and all attempts to read them will be tainted by the observer effect.”
“I don’t know what half of those words mean.”
“you should. do you think that shit just comes from nowhere and magically just happens to make the world around us?” Error snarled at him. “do you even know what happens when you go on your little motivation sprees?”
“Uh yeah? A bunch of cool new stories get made and everybody's life is better for it.”
Ink smirked as he watched Error grind his teeth together, hackles rising. He was sure that the Destroyer knew this was his goal from the start, given their track record, but seeing him fall for a little bit of ribbing was always a classic.
He stood firm in return, crossing his arms and reaching one hand behind himself to grab his brush if needed, though it was unlikely. The destroyer had been in far too good of a mood earlier, and any sort of effective attack would take far too much effort.
As expected, Error looked him over for a moment before seeming to decide that a true fight would be far too much effort right now.
“good to know that i’m working with someone utterly fucking incompetent.”
The artist smiled, clasping his hand fully around the brush as a ‘small’ show of displeasure, while the other took a step back. Such a display certainly wasn’t necessary, but maybe it would do good to remind him exactly who he was speaking to at the moment.
“Look, do you want me to call Dream over here? He could tell you exactly which emotion it is real quick.”
Error glared at him for a moment, attempting to decipher whether that was a genuine offer or a veiled threat, gaze softening a bit as Ink decided to drop his arm back down to his side in a show of goodwill.
The tension lessened, though only slightly as Error let out a sigh and relaxed his shoulders in tandem.
“don’t just invite people over to my void.”
“Hey, at least it’d liven up the place a little.” Ink hummed as he looked around the area, actually observing the amount of available space. “You’ve got quite a nice party venue here when you think about it.”
He quickly sketched up a rough floorplan, ignoring as Error, who suddenly seemed to be over himself, tried to subtly look over his shoulder at the drawing in process.
“Here look, it’s bare but with some work you could host this year’s gyftmas event.” He shoved the sketch into Error’s hands, pointing at the spot where he’d written a date at the bottom. “We’re expecting an above average amount of people and have been having trouble finding a venue.”
Error began to rub at his temples, glitches flaring more sharply for a moment. “i don’t even want you here anymore, much less half of the goddamn multiverse.”
“No, but actually think about it, it would be such a favor to Blue and it would also fix the problem of runners we keep having–”
“get out.”
Ink blinked, somewhat shocked it’d taken this long for Error to directly ask him to leave. Instead of listening he decided to sweep his own legs out from under him, planting himself on the floor and daring the Destroyer to move him himself.
“Are you sure? We can still do that sleepover thing.” He offered, tossing open the notepad to a new page to begin sketching. “We can watch a movie, and build a pillowfort, and I’ll look away if you and Blue wanna get frisky under the blankets.”
Now that finally got the reaction he’d wanted, as Error jolted and a dark blue flush spread across his face.
“i’m not–”
Ink watched his face flip through an array of different emotions and responses before it seemed to land on a distressed confusion.
“Oh, he’s thinking about it.” Ink thought aloud before he could stop himself.
He crossed his arms defensively, turning to face Ink and snarling, “you are NOT invited to the sleepover.”
Ink tilted his head, feigning innocence. Error was far worse at keeping secrets than he thought.
“Oh so you two are having a sleepover? C’mon gimme the details, whatever you two get up to is safe with me.”
“nothing happens.” Error sneered. “and nothing’s gonna happen. besides, i’m not gay.”
The silence was palpable.
Ink popped up from the space he’d been sitting in, notepad and pencil forgotten in favor of a far more pressing matter.
“You.” Error nodded, giving Ink a questioning noise as he continued to stare at him.
“Are you sure?” The destroyer let out an annoyed groan at Ink’s continued questioning, beginning to fiddle with the loose ends of his scarf as a distraction.
“i’ve been around for quite a while, i think i would know by now if i was.”
“That doesn’t mean anything.” Ink retorted. “You saw what happened with Nightmare a few years back.”
“that was a completely different scenario. it was obvious to everyone but himself years before he admitted it.”
Ink gave him an unimpressed look, but Error held firm in his stance.
“i understand why you would be shocked, given everyone else in this multiverse’s proclivities, but statistically, this actually makes more sense.”
Error laughed to himself, seeming satisfied at his own logic. “i mean, what are the chances that none of us are straight?”
“Fairly high I’d suspect, given the circumstances.”
If Ink didn’t know any better he may have actually offered the Destroyer a victory at the sentiment, given all of the other anomalous qualities he seemed to possess. But Ink knew this wasn’t the case, that he was just as susceptible to the trends the rest of the multiverse followed. That he was the reason they existed, even.
And he’d seen his previous track record.
Sure, his memory was gone, but it’d been decades since Error had come to be known as the destroyer, and a similar amount since he’d begun to interact with many of the other inhabitants of the multiverse. He was sure someone else had offered it to him as well, even seen Nightmare’s gang’s rather overt flirting firsthand, but now that he thought about it, he’d never seen Error even acknowledge the offer.
Ink’s eyes widened as a sudden realization washed over him, feeling as if ice water had been dumped over his head.
Had he not–or even really tried to–-
“why does it even fucking matter to you.” Error questioned, snapping Ink out of his own contemplations and making him aware of the rapidly pooling ink in his mouth and faint glow of magic across his face. “you got a vested interest in that or something?”
He let his face go slack, aware that even if he didn’t quite remember why, Error had retained his ability to read facial expressions remarkably well.
“No I just-are you really sure? Like really sure?” Ink questioned one more time, attempting to pry some sort of reasoning behind the destroyer’s thoughts.
“stars, i could prove it, if you’re that fucking-”
“Prove it?”
Error froze, the implications of his statement hitting him as he struggled to come up with a response.
He began to pixelate as his speech stuttered. “i could-i could–” Error flushed as he attempted to come up with some sort of solution. He looked up at Ink for some sort of answer, only to immediately aim his gaze back downwards as he met the blank expression. “just! gimme a moment.”
Ink allowed Error the grace of silence, aware that the other would fold under the pressure far faster than he’d care to admit.
“no, actually i don’t have to prove it to you.” Error said after a moment, crossing his arms and glaring at him. Despite the statement, his face continued to visibly shift as he thought through possible escapes from the situation, eyes silently begging Ink to provide him with some sort of out.
Ink simply stood still and silent, gently placing his hands on his hips as he continued to stare Error down. He wasn’t used to such continuous scrutiny and quickly began to waver under the guardian’s gaze and expectant silence.
“i wouldn’t enjoy it, the idea just doesn’t sound appealing to me.” he tried to argue after a moment, attempting to subtly shift the argument. It was unlikely that he’d had any sort of actual planning behind his statement, but what he thought of as an acceptable excuse would likely reveal exactly how he had come to his previous conclusion.
“besides, that would be so much work for so little reward. can you imagine? i’d get irritated before we could even get to the main event.” He reasoned, looking off at one of the hanging doll’s behind Ink’s skull. “i mean, i wear so many layers for a reason.”
Ink snorted at that comment, becoming somewhat distracted from his goal in favor of visualizing Error’s words.
A silly image of Error angrily unbuttoning Blue’s overcomplicated royal guard uniform popped into his head before it rapidly shifted. Instead it was Blue leaning back, foregoing the removal of the more difficult parts of his outfit in favor of simply unzipping his fly, Error leaning forward and–
A warmth exploded across his chest as ink dripped from the corners of his mouth as a scenario for how the destroyer could prove his point flashed into his mind.
It was a terrible thought. For his own, and the multiverse’s sake, he shouldn’t have even let Error know that it had crossed his mind, but for some reason his mouth was moving before he could stop himself.
“If you can suck my dick, and not enjoy it, that’ll prove it.”
“WHAT.” Error screeched back.
“Look, hear me out, any other solutions you’ve proposed involve another person, meaning that if you really wanna prove it, I’d have to be there to watch.”
(Watching as someone else undressed Error, the glow of blue magic reflecting off the surrounding area as he let out soft gasps and moans at the gentle touches of another. Face scrunched in pleasure as the other laid him on the bed, gloved fingers sinking into plush thighs as he lifted them upwards and–)
Ink leaned over as a stream of ink poured from his mouth, coughing as he heard Error scoff.
“eager much?”
“Sorry, sorry, I have somewhere I’m going with this, I’ll explain in a moment.” Ink brushed him off as he allowed the warm pulses of emotion to finish running through him.
That was…something worth investigating in the future.
Graciously, Error seemed to be interested enough in what he had to say to let it slide. “Any other way involves more people, a more intimate act, or doesn’t actually prove anything.”
Error narrowed his eyes, seeming to think of a response for a moment, and then simply frowning again.
“why couldn’t you suck my dick instead?”
“You want me to? I mean it’s not really helping your case here but–”
“as a hypothetical, dipshit.”
Ink hummed, thinking over the question for a moment.
“You don’t have to be gay to enjoy getting head.”
Error clicked his tongue, conceding to the argument. While the logic certainly wasn’t solid, it seemed to be enough for him to at least consider the creator’s words.
He averted his eyes for a moment, staring absently off at the doll hanging behind Ink’s head. “do i have to decide now?”
“nah, and I won’t bother you on it again while you’re deciding.”
Error huffed, opening his mouth to respond for a moment before seemingly deciding against it. Instead he uncrossed one of his arms and flicked a hand off to the side and the ground beneath Ink seemed to buzz.
A hole appeared beneath his feet, seeming to lead to some random grassy universe that Ink didn’t quite process and he began to fall through the air. He threw Error a salute as he dropped, splattering paint onto the fast approaching ground in order to make a portal directly into the doodlesphere.
He’d hear from him again. He was sure of it.
-
Ink had been sat attempting to draw far longer than he’d care to admit.
Error had been unusually silent for the last month or so, and while the guardian knew that logically he should be happy about it, given that his absence meant far less destruction, it left him uncomfortable to have so little to do.
It had also left him with a bit of a creative drought, his fights and arguments with the other giving him far more inspiration than he’d care to admit.
But that shouldn’t matter! He had plenty of projects he wanted to work on, important projects so why couldn’t he just–
The air shifted suddenly, faintly condensing with magic as a small whoosh rushed by his skull, soft enough that he wouldn’t have noticed it if he hadn’t been paying attention.
He looked up from his sketchbook to find Error, glowing a brilliant royal blue as his claws fiddled with the loose threads on his coat. He glanced over at Ink to confirm he’d been seen before affixing his eyes to the ground.
“Can I…help you…?” Ink slowly asked. He hadn’t quite been aware that The Destroyer could access the doodlesphere without his knowledge, and while a small part of his mind was sounding alarms at the new information, a greater part was transfixed by Error’s shy posture and disheveled appearance.
“i thought your proposal over.” Error mumbled, more to his scarf than to Ink. “and i accept.”
Ink just blinked at him.
“The truce?”
“i–” Error floundered for a second, glancing back behind him before seeming to steel his resolve. “i can prove it.”
Those words sent memories flooding back to Ink’s mind, and a rush of ink to his mouth. He wanted to–
“Like…right now?”
“fucking–well obviously!” Error scoffed as he began to unwind his scarf from his neck. “if you don’t wanna do this, i’ll leave–”
“Right now is a good time.” Ink responded before he could stop himself. He hadn’t thought about the prospect since he had offered it, but now…
The thought of Error on his knees in front of him had an odd feeling buzzing throughout his bones, leaving him uncomfortably warm and anticipatory. It was a similar thrill to the one he felt during a particularly difficult battle.
Ink wasn’t quite sure he liked the sensation, though it was exciting to be experiencing one for long enough that he would likely be able to remember it later. With a bit of experimentation, and maybe some help from Dream, he’d likely be able to recreate the feeling with his paints and–
“so. how are we doing this.” Error’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts. He’d have to remember to set aside some time to work that out later.
“I have a stool?”
Error made a face at him as Ink simply shrugged.
“you don’t have a bed or anything to sleep on?”
“I don’t really sleep.”
“that can’t be good for you.”
“ehhhh, I’ve never really had an issue with it.” Ink waved him off. “I do know you have an incredibly comfortable bean bag though.”
Error seemed irritated at the statement, despite the fact that that had always been where the conversation had been going. He opened his mouth to ask a question, likely along the lines of ‘and how do YOU know it’s comfortable’, but snapped shut as he seemed to think better of it.
“and what if i don’t want you anywhere near my stuff? we’ve got a whole multiverse at our fingertips, why don’t we find somewhere else?”
“Oh we could.” Ink smiled at him. “You got a place in mind? We could go to Outer so you could get that view of the stars that you love, or we could go to that one Fell verse you’re so fond of.”
He tilted his head a bit, feigning innocence as his smile widened into something a bit more wicked. “Or maybe you wanna go somewhere more familiar, like to your favorite Sw–”
Error flushed, magic flaring sharply as a large window opened behind Ink, strings tossing him through and to the floor before he could react. It would seem that Error had chosen the anti-void as his location of choice after all, given the web of cyan strings he could faintly see above him.
“That was rude.”
“shut the fuck up.” Error retorted, stepping through the portal and shutting it sharply behind him. “what you were saying was rude.”
“The truth isn’t rude just because you don’t like it.” Ink quipped back, eyes skimming over the dolls hanging up on the ceiling, taking note of the increased quantity since the last time he’d visited.
It really had been a while, given that the amount of dolls had almost tripled, though he notably had far fewer souls than he had had previously. It almost looked like he’d been shut in here the entire time, just…making these.
An unfamiliar ache emerged in his bones at the thought of his enemy sitting in such an empty space, silently working on an attempt to provide himself company, whilst feeling unable to go out and ask for it.
Error’s actions were his own, and it wasn’t as if he didn’t have his fair share of friends, though Ink would be lying if he said they didn’t appear to be overtly lonely.
Ink pulled himself up, suddenly wishing that he had reached out during the break. “So, how do you want–”
“i have one rule!” He interjected, “it's not–it's not up for debate.”
He scanned over the other’s face for any sort of rejection, but Ink just blinked at him, waiting for him to continue his line of thought.
“just…don’t touch me.” Error paused, thinking for a moment and seeming to reconsider his original thoughts. “unless i tell you you can.”
“Makes sense.” Ink responded, having already assumed that would be the case. It’d been one of the things he had subconsciously taken into account when he had made his original offer, though he didn’t blame the other for ensuring his feelings on the matter were clear.
It was one less thing he’d have to focus on aside from keeping his own magic summoned, which even with the support of the pink vial would take a fair bit of effort.
Ink paused for a moment, glancing down at the vial. pink wasn’t a shade he had a large amount of experience with, making it difficult to judge what would be considered acceptable for the situation. While he wasn’t particularly concerned with drinking too much, it would be irritating to have to refill early.
…though drinking too little would almost be worse. An unknown, but distinctly negative feeling curled weakly in his spine at the thought of the others' guilty face in the event the paint ran out and his magic dissipated into nothing.
Maybe he should temper it with another emotion to ensure he had the reserves? Red was the closest color and therefore most complimentary emotion, but happiness seemed to be a much better fit for this specific situation–
“is there something wrong with that?” Error’s nervous voice cut through the silence, letting Ink realize that he had just been standing and staring at the ground. “are you doing this or not?”
“Yeah, yeah, just gimme a moment.” Ink reached to the middle of his sash for the unusually full paint vial.
He quickly downed over half the vial, wrinkling his nasal bridge as the paint burned on the way down, leaving the back of his throat uncomfortably warm. He shuddered involuntarily, clenching his eyes shut as he shook his head a bit, debating taking a sip of another paint just to clear the taste from his mouth.
A warm haze began to spread from his non-existent stomach as the large quantity of emotion was absorbed into his magic, the world seeming to become a bit brighter. The magic began to coagulate in his chest, spreading throughout his bones and bringing all sorts of new sensations with them.
The paint began to kick in almost immediately, turning the uncomfortable buzzing from before into a deep seated itch. The situation slammed into him like a truck as his magic reacted to Error’s earlier implications, dropping hot and heavy into his pelvis.
Ink let himself fall into Error’s beanbag, the subtle smell of chocolate and burnt plastic causing the need to flare more sharply. He spread his legs invitingly on instinct, chuckling as he saw The Destroyer's face explode in a royal blue hue at the movement.
“well someone’s fucking eager.” Error stood over him, fidgeting nervously as he kept stealing glances at the now visible bulge. Something about the words and apprehensive look had his magic throbbing as he shifted in a small attempt to alleviate the pressure.
“It’s the paint.” Ink sighed, attempting to adjust himself into a comfortable position on the beanbag. Despite the relative ambivalence he’d felt earlier, there was suddenly a terrible irritation growing within him at the prospect of having to wait longer.
“So are we doing this or what?” He snipped as he began to dig his claws into the beanbag. When Error didn’t respond, Ink simply unclenched his hand and pointed at him, then at the floor.
This seemed to at least somewhat spur him into action, as he took a step forward, fingers reaching (too slow, far too slow) towards the beanbag. He seemed to be caught somewhere between nervous and flattered by Ink’s newfound eagerness.
“i’m getting there!” Error snapped, fingers stopping just short of making contact with Ink. While in a normal situation The Creator would have been content to watch him flounder, desperation was rapidly growing within him.
None of these were emotions Ink was familiar with, and he was having difficulty managing them through the time Error seemed to be attempting to make up his mind. The paint burned within him, abruptly giving him a comprehension of why he’d seen so many of his peers throw away the clearly better outcome just to sate this urge.
This wasn’t sustainable, he needed something to happen now, and Error was moving far. too. slow.
“wait, what are you–” Error yelped as Ink reached upwards and hooked his fingers into Error’s sweater collar, yanking Error to the ground with a force that made his knees buckle.
Error's hands met his femurs as he attempted to catch himself, face coming frustratingly close to the magic between Ink’s legs before he realized his position and abruptly yanked his head back.
He didn’t get far, movement stopped by the firm hold Ink had on his collar, and the noise of a few threads tearing.
“fucking–relax!” Error hissed as he instinctually struggled against his hold. A flush began to spread across his face as his struggles proved ineffectual and his hands gripped Ink’s femurs’ tighter.
Notably though he wasn’t truly attempting to pry away Ink’s fingers or move himself out of the situation, just gently tugging himself back and half heartedly pretending to truly fight.
It took a few more moments for Error to calm down enough for Ink to let go of his collar, swatting away his hand as if that would somehow prove he’d always been able to free himself.
“don’t do that shit without warning again.” His claws dug slightly into the artist's femurs, a beautiful sting that had Ink not quite regretting his actions. Pain had been one of the few feelings he had actually been glad not to experience, though maybe his initial judgment had been too hasty.
The feeling itself wasn’t quite enjoyable, but the wave of warmth and pleasure that rode through his bones afterwards was addictive.
“i mean it.” He snarled, any bite he may have had ruined by the remaining blue on his face and rapt attention to whatever expression Ink made as he squeezed tighter.
“Yeah I–” Ink hissed, shifting as Error’s claws dragged again, tearing small holes through the side of his pants. “Just watch the–you’re gonna have to fix these for me..”
Error’s grip instantly loosened, claws being pulled from the fabric as he muttered a quick apology and Ink fought back the urge to whine at the loss of sensation.
He met and held the artist’s gaze, seeming unsure of what to do next, and suddenly Ink was struck with the idea of how incredible what he was seeing would look as a painting.
He’d never truly thought about it before, but from an artistic standpoint, he’d make a fantastic subject. His bones held beautifully saturated tones that melded with the rich glow of his own magic, his expression so clearly defined with the array of color on his face.
All flushed and wanting, eyes still holding a defiant gaze as he looked up at the viewer, he’d make a gorgeous subject.
“something on my face?” Error snapped, likely having become uncomfortable with the continuous scrutiny. Ink blinked a few times, snapping himself out of his thoughts. He’d have to remember to start the sketch later.
“You look awful nice sitting like that, y’know.” Ink responded before he could stop himself, relishing in Error’s shocked expression before the honesty of the statement began to feel overwhelming. “Totally not enjoying it at all, huh.”
“i could leave if i wanted.” Error huffed, eyes narrowing as if to dare Ink to challenge him again.
“Do you want to?” Ink asked, looking him over for any sort of hesitancy.
Error simply averted his gaze and took one hand off of Ink’s femurs to palm at the coalesced magic in between his legs. Ink let out a sharp gasp at the contact, noting how Error’s joints lit up at the noise.
He seemed to gain a bit more confidence at the noise, looking him in the eye as he shifted his whole body to be more properly between Ink’s legs.
“i wouldn’t be here if i didn’t want to be.” Error finally responded as he began to feel for the outline of Ink’s cock through his pants. “there’s nothing you could do to stop me from leaving.”
It sounded like Error was saying that more for himself, than for Ink’s sake, but he nodded in agreement anyway, tilting his head back a bit as Error removed his hands.
His claws skimmed the edge of Ink’s pants a few times before freezing as the tips began to gently dip below his waistband. They skimmed teasingly across the top of his iliac crest, pulling the fabric away from his body, before snapping it back against the bone.
“Mrrm?” Ink let out a questioning noise before looking down at Error’s concerned expression, suppressing a chuckle as the destroyer looked away and flushed softly.
His gaze stayed averted as he shifted uncomfortably before making one more soft tugging motion, allowing Ink’s brain to catch up to the situation, giving an enthusiastic nod.
There was something about the care in his movements that made his chest swell with an unfamiliar tight feeling, and the burn in his gut to become almost unbearable. It felt almost like a dream, Error in front of him, asking for his permission.
Error hesitantly dipped his hands below Ink’s waistband, thumbs following the curve of his iliac crest as he pulled Ink’s pants down enough to allow his cock to spring free.
Ink hissed as the cool air hit his overheated magic, the temperature differential feeling distinctly cold, another feeling he wasn’t quite used to.
“it’s big…” Error muttered, fingers hesitantly touching the side as Ink raised his browbone.
He allowed him to first wrap his fingers around the magic, fingertips touching before Ink responded. “Aren’t you around half a foot taller than me?”
Error glared up at him before giving his cock a harsh squeeze, relishing in the way Ink squirmed. “don’t test me when i hold all the power here.”
“Power? You’re the one on your knees, kneeling for me.” Ink purred, hands gripping the edge of the beanbag tighter.
“and yet you’re the one who can’t touch me.” He began to slide his hand up and down Ink’s length. “i can do whatever i want, and you can’t. sounds like power to me.” One of Error’s tongues slipped out of his mouth in order to swipe across the tip.
Ink clenched his teeth at the motion, refusing to give the destroyer the satisfaction, or rather pleasure of a response.
“For someone who’s ‘not gay’ you seem to be really enjoying this.”
Error flushed deeper, before giving Ink’s cock a few punishing jerks. “don’t get it twisted, i want you magic in my mouth for as short as possible. the faster you cum, the faster this is over.”
“Whatever helps you sleep at night.” Ink hissed, shifting his hips to sink lower into the beanbag. He could see the way Error’s magic was beginning to condense in his joints, eyelights growing softer and brighter as the other continued to stare at him.
Despite the facade he was still trying to hold, the creator could see the way Error shuddered every time Ink’s cock twitched in his hand. The way he seemed to be enraptured with every small movement and noise the guardian made, and the way he kept looking up for approval, only to avert his eyes when the two met gazes.
Without even touching him Error seemed to be getting worked up, letting out soft sighs and exhales as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
It was almost cute how affected he was by this, and it made Ink’s magic burn with impatience at what was going to happen. How that flush would grow and spread down his spine as he took the rest of the length in his mouth. How he’d whine sweetly, as it pressed up against his palette and gently cut off his unneeded airflow.
His thoughts drifted to a more elaborate scenario, of a pliant and wanting Error, relaxed in his grip as he gently dragged his skull down onto his cock, bucking upwards before the feeling was too much, warning the other that he was close.
and wait–
Error’s words from earlier hit him. He was going to have him cum like this, only doing the barest possible actions and pretending that he hated it in order to gain plausible deniability.
Given The Destroyer’s proud nature, there was unlikely to be any sort of repeat of the situation, a realization which began to make frustration rise in Ink’s bones.
He knew it was partially his fault, his definitions purposefully vague to allow Error to be more comfortable with the situation in general, but this also wasn’t what he had expected. Logically he knew that this feeling was a temporary one, one he should simply ignore and allow to pass.
But.
Error’s eyes were half lidded, fuzzing out every time Ink groaned as he swiped his thumb through the clear fluid gathering on the head, and Ink was speaking before he could stop himself.
“it doesn’t count if you just jerk me off and let me cum in your mouth y’know.”
This was a stupid move. It was far more likely that Error would stop altogether than to comply with his wishes, but the alternative wasn’t an option for Ink’s haze filled mind.
Error frowned. “why does it matter to you? you’ll get to cum anyway.”
“It doesn’t count because you don’t have to be gay to jerk someone off.”
All motion paused as they both sat, somewhat shocked at the absurdity of the statement.
“that’s… the most ridiculous thing i’ve ever heard.”
“Look, you said you’d be able to prove it by sucking my dick and not enjoying it, not jacking me off and having the time of your life.”
Error clicked his tongue and shot Ink a dirty look, but didn’t truly protest.
His hand moved a little with the movement, and Ink purposefully let out a soft sigh, corners of his mouth turning up as he noticed Error’s expression waver.
“We don’t have to go any further, however that is what you’d agreed to.”
“fine! fine, just–” Error looked back down at the ecto throbbing in his hand. “just don’t expect it to be good!”
Error pulled away for a moment to readjust, flushing deeper as he heard Ink’s whine at the loss of contact.
“fuckin–you don’t have to pretend.” He leaned forward, hesitating just before touching him. “stop making those noises.”
“Sorry it just–” A wheeze escaped Ink as he felt Error's warm breath on the head of his cock, his eye’s flitting up to meet the creator’s for a moment. “You’re good at this, y’know.”
Error paused, shuddering in arousal as Ink mentally cataloged the reaction.
He’d always suspected that Error liked the attention, though to watch his reaction play out so close in front of him was…certainly something else.
Error hesitantly opened his mouth, gently allowing the tip to rest on one of his tongues, while two of the others bordered the sides.
“Oh fuck–!” shouted Ink as he gave a small involuntary thrust, sliding between Error’s tongues and brushing up against the roof of his mouth. He watched as the destroyer shuddered, soft noises muffled by the weight of the cock in his mouth.
It was difficult not to repeat the action, but Ink stilled with bated breath as Error swallowed. He could feel the pink paint beginning to take full effect. It swirled angrily within his bones and fogged his judgment, demanding more.
(Demanding he shove himself down his enemy’s throat, watching as he shudders and moans as Ink violates his mouth. Demanding he get more of that sensation, more of those noises!
He wanted the destroyer under him, pliant and relaxed and begging for his touch!– )
Ink weakly thrust again before he could stop himself, whining as he felt the slick muscles of Error’s tongues move against him. It was good. It was far too good. Stars, the emotion he was feeling from this paint had never been so strong before!
It was clouding his better judgment, making all consequences seem distant and unimportant in favor of the tangible pleasure he was experiencing.
Error coughed, a ragged moan vibrating around the Creator’s cock as his claws dug into Ink’s femurs once more. Tears were beginning to pool in the corner of his eyes, and Ink decided to push his luck.
Slowly, deliberately, he lifted his hands off of the beanbag, and gently placed them on the back of the destroyer's skull, waiting for any sort of disapproval of the situation.
He was prepared to stop as he awaited some sort of pushback, something from Error to tell him that this wasn’t acceptable, something to tell him that he shouldn’t just give in to the thoughts running wild within his mind.
What he got instead was Error staring up at him through half lidded eyes, reflexive tears spilling over as the ragged breath Error took turned into a soft moan as he shakily shifted forward to sink just a bit lower on Ink’s cock–!
Ink’s resolve snapped as he pulled Error’s mouth down, groaning as he felt the other’s throat tighten around the intrusion. Error flailed for a moment, hands finding Ink’s wrists and squeezing. A hazy portion of his brain purred with delight as he realized that Error wasn't pushing back against him or clawing at his hold, but rather holding onto him for comfort.
A sharp noise was pushed through Ink’s teeth as he felt Error cough, adjusting to the intrusion and attempting to swallow around the length, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout the artist’s magic.
Ink moved his left hand to hook his thumb under Error’s jaw, applying light pressure as he slowly pulled him up until only the head was left in his mouth. He listened to him gasp reflexively for unnecessary air for a moment, relishing in the way his pooling tears began to spill over his cheekbones.
And Error let him! Let him control him and use him the way he saw fit, and didn’t even try to push back–!
Stars his enemy looked destroyed, a small tremor running through his bones as he let out soft noises with each gasp. The flush on his face had begun to spread down his vertebrae, illuminating his face with an ethereal blue glow.
An unfamiliar urge to see more rose within Ink. He wanted to see how far down that blue traveled, the way it would glow and surge in response to his words and touches. Letting him keep his sweater on had been a mistake, he should have, should have–!
He pulled Error’s head back down on his cock, grinding it sweetly against his palate and relishing at the soft noise Error made in response.
“Fuck–I should have done this sooner.” Ink spoke aloud, letting a deep groan fall from his mouth, just to watch the way the other jerked to attention at the noise.
“hrrmph?”
Error looked up at him, giving him a confused look as Ink held him still for a moment in retribution.
“Oh don’t act dumb, half the multiverse has been–hah–trying to get into your pants.” He shuddered as Error swallowed thickly, adjusting the way he was sitting. “They haven’t been subtle about it.”
A burst of irritation ran hot through Ink’s chest as he remembered some of the others’ more overt flirtation tactics and realized that now Error would be far more likely to take them up on any of their offers.
It was somewhat irrational, given that he hadn’t shown any sort of overt interest for really anyone and would certainly be too proud to let any sort of normal ‘anomaly’ see him like this. But the idea of Error sitting in front of them, making these noises, that facial expression–!
“Maybe I should–I should show them who you belong to.” Ink didn’t even know what he was saying at this point, the paint turning his mind into a thick slurry. All he could focus on was the stunning skeleton sitting in front of him, eyelights fuzzing around the edges.
He shuddered heavily at the words, soft noise muffled by the length in his mouth as he brought his head down to meet Ink’s shallow thrusts.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Ink taunted him, holding his head still and bucking upwards as he forced Error to stare at him. “The rest of the multiverse getting a chance to see exactly who gets to have you.”
Error shut his eyes, attempting to make some sort of noise in denial, but it didn’t change the way he could feel his moans as vibrations around his cock, encouraging him to move faster.
His hips stuttered, thrusts became sloppier as his magic coiled at the base of his pelvis. Arousal plumed in his skull at the idea of parading his enemy around with his release dripping from the other’s skull, a mark, a clear sign that Error belonged to him.
“M’gonna finish and mark you up so that every single one of them knows you’re mine–!”
Error keened, magic snapping into place with an audible pop as his claws dug into Ink’s inner wrist, both freezing in place for a moment.
Error’s eyes blew wide as he realized what had just happened, pulling his head up and off Ink’s cock with a wet pop that caused Ink to groan.
“fuck–i–” Ink held fast, stopping Error’s head from fully pulling away from him. He could feel Error’s heat against him, the magic on top of his bones giving off a level of intent that made his head spin.
He didn’t understand, the other was so close and warm and ready–!
“Why’d you stop–!” Ink wheezed, meaning for the question to come out a lot less desperate than it’d sounded. His magic roiled angrily within his bones, unhappy to be denied release.
Error swallowed, beginning to calm down a bit in Ink’s hold. “i…” He looked off to the side, avoiding eye contact. Ink scrunched his face in discontent.
This didn’t make any sense! Things were so good a moment before and he had been so very close, why couldn’t they just go back to–!
Error pulled his hands off his wrists, pushing them against Ink’s femurs in an attempt to get more leverage, “sorry, i should just–you were right, i should just–”
He made a second move to escape Ink’s hold, flushing as the creator looked down at the bright glow in his pants, made visible as the destroyer leaned back.
Oh, that’s what this was about.
Ink shifted his leg, pressing his ankle up against the superheated magic that had formed under his pelvis.
The effect was immediate as Error let out a squeak, falling forward burying his face into Ink’s inner thigh as his fingers dug into the side of his pelvis. He rocked back once before he could stop himself, exhaling sharply on the side of Ink’s cock.
The sight and feeling were overwhelming. With his bones directly up against the other’s magic he could feel the way it oozed arousal, the intent making him dizzy.
Ink let go of his skull, pausing for a moment as he gave Error an opportunity to pull away once again. The destroyer shivered for a moment, before letting out a soft frustrated whine and pressing more of his weight up against Ink’s leg.
“Fuck.” Ink sighed, lifting Error’s head out of his lap. He gently used his thumb to pry open a space between the others' teeth, forcing his mouth to be held open as he gave a questioning noise.
The intent became much more apparent a moment later as Ink pressed his leg up harder, refusing to relent as Error bucked his hips on instinct. He attempted to move upwards to escape the intense situation but was trapped by the hold on his face
He gasped loudly, teeth painfully clamping around Ink’s thumb as he attempted to muffle the noise, glaring as he realized the creator’s secondary reasoning.
“you’re a fucking asshole.” Error spat at him, continuing to grind himself against Ink. “just–fuck!--just let go of me and let me–!”
“Oh don’t act like you’re not enjoying it.” Ink retorted, dragging his claws lightly across the side of his face and enjoying the way his hips stuttered. “This is what you asked for, isn’t it?”
“you fucker, this wasn’t–haah–part of the original plan and you know it!” Error shouted, hips moving faster. “you don’t have any right to–”
Ink moved his leg downwards, just out of reach for a moment, only to be startled as Error pulled himself closer, ecto making contact with a higher point on his leg, and continued to roll his hips against him.
Hands moved from femurs to pelvis as he used his newfound leverage to finally get the friction he wanted, extra space allowing him to desperately thrust his magic across the top of Ink’s tibia.
The noises that fell from his mouth began to increase in both volume and frequency as he disregarded his dignity in favor of chasing his own release.
“Yeah?” Ink asked breathlessly as Error continued to grind himself against him, unable to muffle the ragged moan escaping his mouth. “This is what you wanted the whole time wasn’t it?”
Error shook his head, attempting to deny the claim, but his case was weakened by the soft noises he couldn’t hold back as his hips continued to rock forward.
“You wanted someone to give you the exact rough treatment you like without having to do any of the work or thinking yourself.” Suddenly Error’s words from earlier flashed into his mind. “That’s why you rethought your ‘no touching’ rule earlier, wasn’t it?”
Ink’s magic throbbed as Error made a wounded noise, pressing himself down against Ink’s tibia so hard it began to ache. He shook his head a limited amount but seemed to be unable to stop his hips from moving long enough that he could get a proper response out.
“Admit it, you just wanted someone to use you the way they wanted, like a glorified toy–”
A strangled groan escaped his throat as he attempted to protest “m’ not–”
Error almost screamed in frustration as Ink removed his leg, bucking shamelessly against air as he attempted to push himself forwards. Ink held him in place, waiting until the destroyer looked back up at him to begin speaking.
“We had a deal.” Ink reminded him, preening as Error’s eyes glazed over at his tone. “I don’t have to do my job if you won’t do yours.”
“oh, fuck you.” He responded, any sort of bite lost as he eagerly shifted positions to better aim himself directly over the artist’s magic.
Error opened his jaw wider, allowing Ink’s thumb to fall from his mouth as he allowed Ink to guide his head back down onto his cock. The pressure was maddening as Error swallowed in anticipation.
Ink mercifully moved his leg back to its original position, though a bit closer to himself than before, once more forcing the other to get closer to him.
His plan worked as Error rolled his eyes, but slid himself down further on the creator’s cock in order to make contact with his leg, swallowing hard as he dug his claws into Ink’s pelvis in retribution.
Ink hissed at the sting, reflexively jerking as he met Error’s amused gaze for a fraction of a second before snapping his hips upwards in retribution. The Destroyer coughed around the intrusion, but his glare was weakened by the rough movement Ink began to feel across his tibia once more.
Ambient magic sparked in the air as Error rut against him like an animal, more fervor than actual planning. It made each breath feel dense, a fog filling his mind and bones as he felt the aftershocks of Error’s own pleasure intermingle with his own.
“Stars.” Ink sighed, rolling his head back as his hands clenched reflexively, wrapping around nothing as he allowed Error to do as he wished, hips rolling hard against his leg as the Destroyer attempted to keep some sort of rhythm going.
Error’s pace was sloppy, and inexperienced, and so very eager as he attempted to bob his head back and forth while maintaining the rocking of his hips. He whined as he began to struggle, hips stuttering as he attempted to focus on the length in his mouth.
His hands moved from Ink’s pelvis, clawing and pulling up his side, begging for something, though Ink wasn’t quite sure what.
The Artist looked back down at him confusedly, mind hazy with a blurry mess of pleasure and heat. “I don’t–I don’t. What do you want me to do?” He questioned, forcing air through his teeth as he wrung his hands out. “You want me to fuck you?”
Error clenched his eyes shut, visibly shuddering as he swallowed hard, missing Ink’s lopsided smirk at the reaction. Using his limited motion to shake his head, his hands reached upwards, connecting with Ink’s forearms and roughly tugging them downwards.
“Haa-h, you really are something, y’know?” Ink wheezed, hands following Error’s guidance to his jaw, where Ink took hold, abandoning the Destroyer’s frantic pace for a low and slow grind as he savored the feeling of his cock sliding between his enemy’s tongues.
“Next time, if you’ll let me, I’ll give you what you really want.” Error’s eyes widened, snapping up to him as hips froze at the words. The sight was almost addicting, his enemy, the one he’d fought so hard against, paused at his own hands, attention rapt with every word.
Ink pulled him up until just the tip of his cock was in his mouth, leaning over him until his teeth almost made contact with the top of his skull.
“I’ll do whatever you want, you just have to ask,” he whispered as he shifted slightly, reigniting the friction against Error’s throbbing magic and forcing him back into a manic rhythm, “and maybe if you’re real polite, I’ll convince your favorite royal guard to come join in on the fun too.”
Error shut his eyes, suddenly curling in on himself as much as Ink’s hold would allow, sliding his mouth back down onto his cock to muffle the noise, as his orgasm crashed into him.
Ink was transfixed as he watched tears spill from his enemy’s eyes, congealing into small threads as he felt the throat spasm around him. His femurs clenched around his leg, claws sharply biting into his pelvis, and the noise he made–!
Ink held his head up and in place as he frantically thrust up into the slick mouth, his magic burning and surging in his bones at the sight of Error’s slack and ruined face.
He held Error’s head down for a moment as he came, shuddering as he felt Error swallow reflexively around him. Pleasure raced through him as he ground himself against the back of the other’s throat once more before relaxing.
The relief was intense as his bones became unable to support themselves, Ink falling backwards on the beanbag and allowing his hands to collapse to his side. The other seemed to have somewhat recovered and pulled his head backwards, gasping for air as Ink mourned the loss of the continued stimulation.
But a moment later his wish was granted, a hand replacing the wet heat as he watched Error aim his cock towards his face, giving it a few punishing jerks as the artist rode out the rest of his orgasm, a few weak spurts landing on the destroyer’s skull.
The magic coated the top of his nasal bridge, dripping down his face in a filthy visual making his head spin with sharp aftershocks of arousal. Error shut his eyes and shuddered at the feeling, gently rutting his hips, making Ink aware of the now growing wet patch of spent magic seeping into his leggings.
He collapsed bonelessly into Ink’s lap as they sat, basking in the afterglow as the two took a moment to catch their breath.
It was Ink who spoke first, as the liquid seeping into the fabric of his clothes began to become uncomfortable.
“You got cum on my pants.”
Error grumbled, moving to more purposefully wipe his face off on his pant leg. “and you got cum on my face.”
“Now that can’t really be considered my fault, can it.”
“it is because it would have been fine it you had just–”
Error was cut off with a yelp as Ink reached down and pulled him up into the beanbag with him, loosely wrapping his arms around Error’s waist. Everything just seemed so pleasant, a haze of foggy warmth and connected magic as he attempted to get a better hold on the Destroyer.
He wrigged a bit in Ink’s hold, glitches fizzing and biting at his bones before he calmed, though he suspected that that was more of an attempt to get comfortable rather than escape.
“we’re gonna have to talk about this later.”
“Mmm yeah, I know.” Ink mumbled, pulling Error closer to him on the beanbag. The glitches that covered him buzzed in complaint against his bones, but the heat Error radiated was almost unfair. It seemed to melt away the tension he’d held previously, and at least for a moment, Ink understood why The Creator’s seemed so obsessed with pairing characters together.
This was nice.
“Can’t we just enjoy this for now?”
Error huffed slightly, but responded by tucking his head into the crook of Ink’s neck and allowing his full weight to rest on him. The pressure was a comforting force, surrounding him as Error’s breath evened out quickly, signaling that he’d fallen asleep, having been far more comfortable than he’d previously stated. Ink snorted as he poked Error’s cheek, spending a second to commit his view to memory.
This wasn’t likely to happen again. Error was a notoriously proud individual, and given his adversity to physical contact, it would be incredibly difficult to convince him to even consider a second encounter.
And that was assuming that Error would even talk to him once he’d woken up and gained a few more of his bearings. It was possible he’d even react violently, the years of truce talks and mutual understanding stripped back to their most aggressive and destructive level.
In the moment though, Error was warm and comfortable against him, his magic little more than a soft background buzz and Ink allowed himself to drift off to sleep.