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A ghoul summoning was the last place Terzo wanted to be on a Sunday night after a long day of unholy services. The previous night had been his twenty-first birthday celebration, and despite it being nearly twenty-four hours later, the young cardinal still had a raging hangover. While Terzo loved the ghouls, indeed had far more ghoul friends than human, this summoning was just one of dozens he’d attended. Besides, he’d had plans to meet up with a new sibling that night, one he hadn’t already bedded. It was easy to grow bored of rotating through the same siblings night after night; he needed something new, a fresh body. Now, though, he’d have to postpone their… formal introduction.
As Primo droned on and on through his rites and recitations, Terzo felt himself zone out. It was all he could do to cope with his headache and nausea, made worse by the cloyingly sweet smell of incense. Just as he’d begun to doze off where he stood, Copia elbowed him hard in the ribs. Despite his irritation, he was grateful for his little brother looking out for him. Even if no one else acknowledged Copia as Nihil’s secret child, not even Terzo’s older brothers or Nihil himself, Terzo would die before he turned his back on his fratellino. Copia was perhaps the only human friend he had in this world.
“Wake up, dickhead. If Nihil catches you dozing off, he’ll put you on kitchen duty for a week. I don’t want to get diarrhea again, you’re a terrible cook,” Copia snickered. Terzo turned to glare at him out of the corner of his eye.
“I will have you know I am an excellent cook. Just not for Nihil. He deserves the slop he gets,” Terzo retorted. Copia hummed in agreement.
Now more awake but still bored out of his mind, Terzo’s thoughts wandered to the new sibling he’d blown off tonight, and not in the way he’d wanted to. What was his name, Julian? Or was it Marcus? No matter, it’s not like they’d be spending much time talking. Terzo’s reputation preceded him; everyone who agreed to spend a night with him knew exactly what they were getting into, even newcomers. Men, women, it didn’t matter, as long as they were somewhat attractive and close to his age. Anything to cut through the boredom of life at the ministry, to blow off a little of the steam constantly building within him before he cracked under the pressure of being an Emeritus.
Well. He said it didn’t matter, but if he were being honest with himself, he supposed he preferred the company of men. He enjoyed his nights with women just fine, but being taken by a man was a thrill unlike any other. Internally, he struggled with his preferences and his relationship to his masculinity. He was short for a man, standing at around five feet seven inches tall. Certainly the shortest of his brothers. His frame was lean, although muscular, with long eyelashes and pouty lips. Sometimes he wondered how much of his time spent with women was him compensating for his insecurities.
Ugh. Now was not the time for introspection. Terzo pinched the bridge of his nose before rubbing his eyes with the heels of his palms. Wincing in pain as he heard the familiar ear-splitting sound of their summoned ghouls materializing, Terzo reluctantly took a peek. As his blurry vision came into focus, he saw five figures standing in the center of the summoning circle, surrounded by ancient symbols and black candles. Terzo always thought these rituals were a little cliché. Whatever worked, he supposed. At least it was almost over.
The group of ghouls was comprised of two females and three males. Before anyone had a chance to see their exposed bodies, they were swarmed by clergy members, who quickly dressed them in their new uniforms. Terzo always felt bad for the newbies. They looked so vulnerable, so confused. From all of Terzo’s time spent socializing in the ghoul wing, he figured they must be; they were ripped from a veritable paradise, suddenly thrust into a cruel reality where lowly mortals subjugated them. In the pit they reigned, living in total freedom, but on Earth they were servants. It made Terzo’s blood boil. One day, when he was in charge… Well. If he made it that far, he supposed.
“Holy shit, bro,” Copia whispered as he elbowed him again, harder this time. “Look at the size of that one.” He didn’t have to specify which one.
Towering above his brethren was a large male, broad-shouldered with muscles that were evident even through his new clothing. Dark horns curved gracefully back above his head, their soft angles almost fluid. White hair hung in tousled waves nearly to his shoulders, obscuring his face, and Terzo couldn’t stop his curiosity about what those silvery locks were hiding. As though reading his mind, the ghoul pushed his hair back with long, clawed fingers, revealing a strikingly handsome face. An elegant aqualine nose sat above full lips, framed by high cheekbones and a strong jaw. Ghouls had their own unique skintones based on their element, and his was the soft, muted purple-grey of dusk. Quintessence, unmistakably.
Suddenly the ghoul’s eyes snapped up to meet Terzo’s gaze. Electricity shot through Terzo, his heart stopping before hammering loudly in his ears. Even from across the room, those fiery violet irises pierced through to his core, standing out against the inky black sclera shared by all ghouls. Terzo lost track of time, mesmerized. Mercifully the ghoul’s eyes darted away, the stranger shifting uncomfortably, almost looking nervous.
“Do you see him?” Copia called out a little too loudly. “Damn, I haven’t seen one that big since Stone!” Terzo was dazed, trying to recover from whatever the fuck just happened. Clumsily running his hands through his hair, he cleared his throat. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t stop his eyes from wandering back to that ghoul.
“T-the one next to him is nearly as big, the fire ghoul.” Fire ghouls were unmistakable, their skin a dull garnet-red. This one looked pissed, and Terzo couldn’t blame him. “He is only half a head shorter.”
“Yeah, but he’s not all beefy like the purple one! That guy is built !” Copia’s volume rose, sounding like he was in awe, and Terzo inexplicably felt his face grow hot.
“Will you shut the fuck up before the old man gets pissed off at us?! We really will get stuck on kitchen duty!” Terzo hissed at his younger half-brother. Copia pulled a face, but quieted and looked forward. Thankfully, Nihil wasn’t glaring in their direction the way he usually would when they got up to their shenanigans during ceremonies. If he heard them whispering, he ignored them. Good. This night couldn’t be over soon enough. Especially with the way that quintessence ghoul kept glancing over at him, eyes lingering until he realized he’d been caught.
Terzo didn’t bother to contact tonight’s potential conquest after the summoning was finally over. He simply collapsed onto his bed once he reached his chambers, not bothering to shower or remove his eye makeup or even change out of his cassock.
The next morning at breakfast, Terzo had nearly forgotten about the night before. Thankfully, his headache had finally eased off, and his appetite had returned. Speeding through his meal in his effort to find that sibling, whatever the hell his name was, to reschedule, he didn’t notice the way his brothers were gawking at him.
“Slow down there, piggy. You’d think you’d never seen scrambled eggs before,” Secondo derided. Terzo pointedly ignored him, taking a large bite out of his toast.
“Did you not eat at all yesterday?” Primo chimed in. “What, your hangover that bad?” At least there was a note of genuine concern. “You really need to stop drinking like your mother, you know. That woman looked twice her age and was half as sane as Nihi before she died. That’s saying something.” Ice shot through Terzo’s veins.
“Shut up,” Terzo muttered. “It is not that bad. I am nothing like that woman.” Fuck, he sure hoped he wasn’t. Despite Primo’s aloof and uncaring facade, Terzo knew he meant well. While he couldn’t say the same for Secondo, Primo had been there for him when no one else was, despite being just ten when Secondo was born, and seventeen when Terzo arrived.
Primo practically raised Terzo and Secondo, their father being nothing more than an authoritarian tyrant, there only to punish them for their perceived wrongdoings. Terzo’s mother saw him and his older half-sister as little more than pests, a pair of inconveniences standing between her and the bottle. Letting the ghouls and his oldest half-brother care for him was the best thing she’d ever done for Terzo. Secondo’s mother was better, but only just, always pitting her son against his half-brothers. Nihil sure knew how to pick ‘em.
Before Primo could open his mouth again to continue scolding him, Terzo felt a hand on his shoulder. He bristled until he recognized the voice of his younger brother.
“Feeling better I see, big guy? I take it you didn’t go find that new sibling after all,” Copia teased. “His name is Marcus, by the way, and he’s looking for you. I see word of your eh, skills, has gotten around. I bet he–”
“Shoo, rat boy. Get lost, go sit at your own table,” Secondo rudely interjected. Terzo froze for a second before whipping his head around to glare daggers at Secondo.
“Leave him alone, you ugly balding fuck.” Terzo spat. “It is not his fault that Father will not allow him to sit with his own brothers.” Secondo glowered at him, disgust and contempt painted across his face.
“That vermin is no brother of mine. ” Secondo’s voice was dripping with hatred. Incensed, Terzo slammed his fork down and stalked out of the great hall, leaving his plate behind for someone else to clean up. He didn’t give a shit about that right now.
Terzo was quietly fuming in the courtyard when Copia found him. The two fledgling Cardinals sat together in silence for what felt like ages, Terzo unsure of what to say. Unsure of what to say to someone whose shared family treated him so cruelly, denied his very link to their bloodline so vehemently.
“Hey man, it’s ok, don’t worry about me,” Copia finally spoke. “I’m used to it by now. They’re never gonna see me as Nihil’s son, just his whipping-boy.” Terzo’s heart twisted in his chest. “Besides, what if I’m not–” Copia started, but Terzo knew what he was about to say and was hearing none of it.
“Oh, not this again. Of course you are his son, dipshit. Look in the fucking mirror, look at your eye! There is no one in the world who would have that eye but an Emeritus.” Terzo had an aggressive way of reassuring his little brother, but he just got so fed up with Copia’s self-doubt.
More than that, though, he was fed up with the doubt and denial from everyone around him. Especially from Nihil. Nihil, whose whoring outpaced Terzo’s, hell, even Secondo’s. Only idiots refused to use contraception, and only cowards refused to face the consequences of their actions. But, why deny one of your sons when you already had three from different mothers? It would never make sense to him.
“Yeah?” Copia’s voice was quiet, maybe even meek. “You really think the old man is my old man?”
Even though he was raised as an orphan, Copia had been born at the same Italian abbey where Terzo and their brothers were raised. And yet, somehow, they’d never crossed paths until Nihil moved his three eldest sons to America when Terzo was twelve. Copia had been sent to the very same American abbey at the age of six. Nihil had no reason to have hidden him away, to have kept him a secret, unless Copia was his progeny.
And that eye… There was no other bloodline that possessed that accursed, infernal white eye. So much had been traded for that eye, so much blood spilled. With it came a heavy burden, a price they all paid. It was cruel not to validate the sacrifices that Copia, too, had made.
“Sì. I have never been more sure of anything.” Terzo meant it. “Fuck all of these idiots. You are my brother. Just because Nihil hides you doesn’t mean you’re any less an Emeritus.”
They talked for a while longer before it was time to start their work day. Work was boring, the same classes, sermons, confessionals, and chores as always. Terzo’s days were an obligation, an obstacle, something standing between him and the life he led by night. Sweating above—or beneath—someone was far more interesting than sweating with a scrub brush in hand.
Marcus, as Terzo learned the new sibling was named, was waiting for him in his new quarters. The siblings didn’t have the best accommodations, but at least they had their own bathrooms and showers. The poor ghouls had private rooms, too, but with little more than a bed and a desk. Their bathrooms were communal, like what he’d heard university dorms were like. Terzo and the other cardinals had spacious suites, equipped with bathtubs, separate sitting rooms, and kitchenettes. Terzo knew that some day, he would be upgraded to the Papal suite. He didn't want the heavy burden of responsibility he knew came with it, though.
As he walked to Marcus’s quarters, Terzo tried hard to ignore the eerie feeling of being watched.
Maybe it was all in his head, but… No, there it was again, the sound of footsteps echoing across the courtyard. He was sure of it. For reasons he couldn’t explain, in that moment, he didn’t feel threatened. All he felt from this strange presence was… curiosity. It felt harmless. Besides, after two days of pent-up frustrations, Terzo didn’t have time for a confrontation. Being observed was the least of his worries. Trying to brush it off and get on with his night, he kept walking, never indicating that he’d caught on to being observed.
As the week wore on, being followed by this presence while he was outdoors became a nightly occurrence. Growing angry at this gross invasion of his privacy, Terzo reached a breaking point on Sunday.
After another long day of services, all Terzo wanted was to get off, so he was on his way to meet a sibling named August. Unfortunately he had been turned away; this August fellow claimed to be ill only after Terzo had already arrived at his door. So there he was, frustrated and in search of a good time. Being stalked , though, wasn’t Terzo’s idea of a good time. He had to put a stop to this bullshit.
“Ok, weirdo, enough is enough,” Terzo said, his voice low, lethally quiet as he stopped dead in his tracks. The world around him went silent as whoever was lurking in the shadows held their breath. He crossed his arms. “I am not the fool you seem to take me for, and I do not appreciate you violating me this way. Stop being a coward. Show yourself!”
Hearing a sharp inhale from behind him, Terzo spun around to see two eyes cutting through the darkness, gaze fixed on him. Two burning, violet eyes.
“Come on now, show yourself!” Terzo repeated, louder this time. He was done fucking around.
Emerging from behind a column and into a pale beam of full moonlight was someone Terzo didn’t expect, someone he’d been trying hard not to think about since last week. It was that massive quintessence ghoul. Terzo felt his face grow hot, anger and something else bubbling up inside him. The ghoul had the nerve to look sheepish, even embarrassed, as he rubbed the back of his neck. Oh, that wouldn’t do.
“So it is you who has been spying on me, then,” Terzo taunted with a smirk that didn’t reach his eyes. “I am very disappointed in you, quintessence ghoul. I thought your ilk were supposed to be more sensitive than that.”
“I–I’m sorr–” the ghoul meekly started, but Terzo cut him off.
“You have been following me every night this week, you brute! Invading my privacy, lurking in the shadows, intruding on my life. Darkening my evenings and making me feel unsafe. Oh, but you’re sorry, so I suppose all should be forgiven, then?” Some distant corner of Terzo’s mind thought that perhaps he was being a bit cruel, a little unfair, but he was dealing with too much pent-up frustration to care. This ghoul was making for the perfect punching bag. Terzo approached, eventually standing so close that they were nearly chest to chest. “A whole week of wordlessly stalking me like some spineless creep, and I am supposed to forgive and forget because you are sorry ?!” He glared up at the much taller man
Terzo watched the ghoul’s face flush darker and darker as he shifted his weight. A buzzing, electric tension hung heavy in the air. The smell of sweet spices and rich sandalwood filled Terzo’s nose. He couldn’t explain it if he tried, but something in him wanted to reach out and touch the stranger. It was undeniable that he’d felt drawn to this particular ghoul from the moment he laid eyes upon him. He chalked it up to the ghoul’s stature, trying not to dwell on the feeling. Despite his anger, he couldn’t stop himself from imagining what it might feel like to be beneath this man. To feel those big, strong hands on his body. The vainest parts of him almost felt flattered that such a fine specimen chose to fixate on him.
Taking half a step back, Terzo looked the stranger over from head to toe. The ghoul’s white hair had been cut, cropped close on the sides, with what remained on the top pulled back into a neat bun. His face was covered with a dusting of white stubble, as though it had been a couple of days since he’d last shaved. The standard-issue ghoul uniform he wore was spotless and looked freshly pressed, the black fabric blending in with the night. What, was he getting inspection-ready just to follow a cardinal? And besides, ghouls had Sundays off and were allowed to dress casually. So why was he still in uniform if he didn’t have to be? Perhaps as a freshly summoned ghoul, he didn’t have any street clothes to wear yet. Terzo felt a pang of sympathy at the thought, one that Terzo felt was far kinder than what the stranger deserved.
Regardless, Terzo couldn’t help but think that the look suited him. His haircut seemed made for him, perfectly framing his face. The ghoul somehow managed to make the shapeless cassock look attractive, even without a cincture or pellegrina. Terzo always hated that they dressed the ghouls this way, their only adornment being the white embroidered grucifix on the left breast, a symbol of their captors. To strip such beings of their majesty and dignity and parade them around in glorified potato sacks was a cruel abuse of power. Terzo watched as Omega nervously fidgeted with one of the thirteen buttons on his cassock, representing the thirteenth guest at the last supper, Judas Iscariot.
“Hmph.” Terzo huffed, even angrier after his appraisal than he had been beforehand. “Watching me from the darkness, following me everywhere, every single night! Who do you think you are, my shadow?!” Terzo hissed, fearlessly poking the massive ghoul squarely in the chest. “Well listen here, mia ombra , I–”
“Omega,” the ghoul interjected, seeming to have found his voice, although it sounded unsteady. Terzo’s eyebrows shot up, then furrowed.
“I beg your pardon?” Terzo said incredulously, rocking back on his heels. The ghoul swallowed hard and cleared his throat.
“Omega. M-my name is Omega.” An inexplicable thrill shot through Terzo at hearing the ghoul speak. His voice was deep and rich, pleasing to the ears.
“Well, Omega. What do you have to say for yourself?” Terzo couldn’t explain why, but by this point he could feel his heart racing so fast that he feared this Omega could hear it.
“I… I just wanted to… Y-you’re just so… And I couldn’t–” As Omega stammered, their eyes locked, the contact inexplicably charged and intense and powerful. Between this strange intensity and his own growing frustration, as well as his physical attraction to the ghoul’s strikingly handsome visage… Not to mention his size. Wow, his size. The way he towered over Terzo, made him feel so small by comparison. That was something he hadn't thought he'd like so much. Terzo didn’t know when or how or why, but he found himself yanking Omega’s face down to his level by his uniform, roughly kissing this stranger. Better to take out his sexual frustration on an attractive weirdo than to be left to deal with it alone, he supposed. Terzo wasn’t exactly unfamiliar with going to bed with strangers.
At first, Omega froze and made a surprised sound, his hands flying up near his head as if in surrender. After a beat, though, the ghoul began kissing back feverishly, almost desperately. Almost as though this was what he’d been after all along. Unthinking, Terzo backed him up against the column Omega had been hiding behind, his hands roaming Omega’s broad, muscled chest of their own accord. Terzo’s tongue slipped into Omega’s mouth, being met with just as much enthusiasm, tangling with the ghoul’s… forked tongue?! A smug smile threatened to break their kiss as Terzo’s body practically hummed with excitement. Excitement over just what that tongue might be capable of, over what this night might bring after all. Omega's mouth tasted sweet, the drag of his stubble pleasant against Terzo's skin. Omega’s skin was hotter than any human’s, its warmth nearly burning. Terzo almost found it soothing.
Needing to catch his breath, Terzo pulled back, pleased at how Omega tried to follow his lips. Taking another moment to drink Omega’s form in, Terzo was somehow more pleased than on his first evaluation. So handsome, so broad, so muscled. So big. The longer Terzo looked at him, the fewer reasons he could think of to stop. And, well, he had been on his way to have sex with another man; it’s not like he wasn’t ready. Terzo was primped, polished, and prepared, as always. He never presented any of his lovers with anything but his very best, interchangeable though those lovers may be.
“You will do, I suppose,” came Terzo’s haughty declaration, but there was a slight tremor in his voice. He made up for the show of vulnerability by dragging Omega by his uniform in the direction of his own quarters, not letting go until he was confident that the ghoul would follow his lead. Judgment clouded by desire as it was, Terzo gave little regard in that moment to who else might be watching.
When they arrived at their destination and the door was locked behind them, Terzo undid the first button of Omega’s uniform and directed him to strip. Terzo stripped as well with little fanfare, pleased to see the dazed, hungry expression on Omega’s face, the ghoul’s eyes glued to Terzo’s naked body. The human was enjoying what he could already see of Omega, too: thick, strong muscles, his chest covered in a smattering of white hair that Terzo was aching to bury his fingers in. That hair led enticingly through the v of his hips, begging to be followed. Every inch of dusky skin was more tantalizing than the one before it.
Hesitant at first, Omega took a deep breath and shed his final layers, allowing his manhood to spring free. Terzo quietly gasped, momentarily stunned. The ghoul was rock-hard and flushed, and more importantly, huge. Leagues bigger than any partner he’d ever had. Bigger than anything he’d ever seen . Terzo’s face split into a wicked grin as he throbbed with anticipation. He began to touch where he knew Omega wanted him most, taking the ghoul in hand. Terzo greedily swallowed Omega’s groans, unable to resist the draw of Omega’s kiss. Soon Terzo's lips began wandering down Omega's neck, his throat, nipping and sucking, leaving a trail of dark purple marks behind him. The heady smell of sandalwood and clove and dark florals filled Terzo’s senses.
“Mm, yes, you like that, big boy, don’t you?” Terzo purred in Omega's ear as he touched him, barely reaching even on his tiptoes. He gave Omega a squeeze just to hear him whimper, cutting him off with a kiss before he could answer. Terzo rubbed himself on Omega’s thigh, riding up against the larger man.
“Is this what you wanted all this time? For me to take you home and fuck you?” Omega still seemed shy, despite kissing back like he needed the taste of Terzo’s mouth to survive. The ghoul kept his hands to himself, arms hanging awkwardly at his sides. Terzo growled in frustration, needing to be touched, to use and be used. Backing Omega into the bed, Terzo pushed his unexpected guest onto the plush mattress, being met with no resistance. As Omega got comfortable on his back, Terzo circled around to the nightstand. Peeking over his shoulder, he was pleased to see Omega staring at him with open, wide-eyed want. Omega’s chest was already heaving, his hands balled into fists.
After fishing a bottle of lube and a condom out of the nightstand, Terzo sauntered back to where Omega waited. Climbing onto the bed and mounting Omega, mere inches from where he wanted to be, Terzo leaned forward to kiss the ghoul again, licking up into his mouth and biting his lip. Their cocks rubbed together, friction eased by their precum. Terzo felt dwarfed by the larger man, and he was surprised to find only excitement where usually there would be insecurities. Subtly he moved his hips, not wanting to get overstimulated this early on. Reluctantly, he pulled away from Omega’s mouth, just to bite down hard on Omega’s shoulder. Omega shuddered beneath him. Terzo didn’t understand why he felt drawn back to Omega’s lips, but he resisted the urge to take another kiss. He was being far too kind, this interaction bordering too close to what some might call lovemaking; all this stranger deserved was rough, impersonal fucking.
Sitting up, Terzo tore open the condom wrapper, always wanting to stay clean and safe. One could never be too careful when at play, especially when you like to play with so many people. But as he went to roll it down Omega’s shaft, he realized that it would probably be a bit tighter than tonight’s sizeable partner would find comfortable. It might even tear, rendering the whole exercise futile. Quirking an eyebrow at the ghoul beneath him, he got a shrug in response. Fuck it, Terzo didn’t see the harm in throwing caution to the wind for one night. He didn’t think that immortal beings could even carry diseases, let alone pass them along to someone of a completely different species. This was his first time with a ghoul, though, so he had nothing to refer back to. They were gonna wing it.
Carelessly tossing the condom to the floor, Terzo grabbed the bottle of lube and coated the fingers of one hand. Impatient, Terzo slid one finger into himself, pumping slowly and soon adding a second. Omega’s eyes were wild, darting between Terzo’s hand and face. Curling his fingers, Terzo massaged his prostate, milking himself until he was dripping onto Omega’s thigh. He could see Omega biting the inside of his cheek to keep quiet.
“Mm,” Terzo hummed. “You are such a big boy , I think I will need more.” He made a show of adding a third finger, smirking when he saw how Omega shivered. A fresh drip of precum beaded at Omega’s tip, and Terzo took that as his cue to move on to the main event. Withdrawing his fingers, Terzo squeezed more lube into his palm before slicking Omega. Omega hissed at the contact. Terzo carelessly wiped the excess lube on the sheets, too eager to care about the mess.
Straddling Omega’s hips, Terzo lined himself up with Omega’s weeping cock. Slowly, slowly, Terzo sank down on the ghoul’s massive member, surprised when an involuntary moan tore its way from his throat. Terzo was a vocal lover, but usually not this early on. This was quite unlike any experience he’d ever had, though. Reminding himself to breathe, Terzo worked to relax his body. Looking up, he saw through blurred vision that Omega was squeezing his eyes shut tightly. He panted and moaned as he braced himself on the ghoul, holding himself up on shaking arms.
Once Omega was fully seated within him and they were still, the ghoul cracked an eye open, his expression morphing into one of concern. Terzo realized too late that he must've looked pained. Omega’s hand flew up, reaching out as if to cradle Terzo’s face, but he quickly let it drop.
“Are you ok?” There was a note of genuine fear in Omega’s voice. Terzo felt a bizarre pang of tenderness in his chest, one that he vehemently fought back. This was the creep that had been stalking him all week. If he really cared about Terzo’s well-being, Omega wouldn’t have violated his privacy. There were many things he’d let this man violate, but that wasn’t one of them.
“Sì,” was all Terzo could manage to get out. Omega let out the breath he’d been holding in. Apparently feeling bolder, Omega’s hands found their way to Terzo’s plump, round ass and firm thighs, rubbing and squeezing, clawed fingers at last exploring Terzo’s form the way he’d been needing someone to all night. His body craved the worship it deserved, demanded an offering. “Someone is starting to come out of his shell, I see,” Terzo teased, and Omega grimaced. Determined to wipe the sour expression off of the ghoul’s face, Terzo tentatively began to move. He quickly found his rhythm, bouncing on this stranger’s cock like he belonged there. Omega let out a moan of his own, finally giving Terzo the response he’d been seeking.
Terzo let his hands wander down his own body, tweaking nipples and tickling over tender flesh. When he reached his lower belly, he noticed a bulge, was able to feel Omega’s cock inside of him. Looking down, he could unmistakably see the impact of each thrust. He’d never felt so filled up in his life. Unable to fight back a shiver at this new sensation, Terzo threw his head back and picked up speed, groaning low and long. He heard a quiet growl from Omega as his hands traveled to Terzo’s hips, gripping tight and slamming the smaller man back down with every upward stroke. Terzo growled in return, his movements becoming sloppier, more aggressive.
“Is this what you wanted, mia ombra? To fuck me?” Terzo’s tone was mocking as he continued to ride. His long, black painted nails scratched down Omega’s sides. Omega flushed impossibly darker, the ghoul daring to bare his fangs. Terzo felt Omega’s claws dig into his hips, and he idly wondered if he was drawing blood. Omega’s eyes were glued to where their bodies were joined, watching with rapt attention, as though hypnotized. “Too afraid to be a man and take me yourself? Was it worth stalking me from the shadows, invading my privacy?!” The more worked up Terzo was getting, the angrier he became about the situation they found themselves in. This could’ve been so much nicer, so much easier, if the ghoul simply had the balls to be up front about his attraction, rather than skulking like a coward.
“If you want to use me for your entertainment, then I will use you for mine,” Terzo snarled through gritted teeth. “I will not be hunted like an animal!” Omega had no rebuttal, other than to thrust hard enough that Terzo saw stars. As the pair moved faster and harder together, Terzo felt himself approaching his limit. He wasn’t ready, didn’t want it to end, but he needed relief. Before he could reach for his aching cock, he was surprised to feel his body begin to tense. An intense wave of pleasure overtook him, an ocean of bliss he both feared and longed to drown in. A scream louder than he’d ever heard from himself in the bedroom was ripped from his lungs, his vision swimming before going white.
Distantly he heard Omega whimper in return, his grip on Terzo’s hips becoming impossibly tighter. Omega bucked wildly into him for what felt like an eternity to the overstimulated human, riding Terzo through his climax, but was in reality likely closer to thirty seconds. When Terzo felt Omega’s cock kick inside of him, felt a hot gush leak from him, Terzo collapsed, dead to the world. All that existed in that moment was the knowledge that he’d never been so thoroughly fucked in his life, never felt so satisfied.
As his senses slowly returned one by one, Terzo realized that he was lying on top of Omega, his head on the ghoul’s chest, his body still trembling. Panicking at such quiet, intimate contact, Terzo’s instinct was to scramble, to flee. Terzo did not cuddle. Instead of running, he did his best to coolly pull himself off the man. Although he cringed at the the way their skin stuck together with his own cum, and although his legs were unbelievably shaky and weak, Terzo made it to the linen closet to find a towel. Cleaning himself first, he tossed the towel to Omega, who took a moment to stare at the ceiling before doing the same. Walking unsteadily to the coat rack, he pulled two cigarettes and a lighter from his jacket to calm his nerves.
Terzo got back in bed, covering himself with the sheet and lighting up, taking a long drag. Casually he offered the other cigarette to Omega, glancing over at him only long enough to see him shake his head.
“You know, you have a very talented cock,” Terzo said, the praise given in a very detached, impersonal sort of way. Omega flushed again and fidgeted, but thanked him with an awkward chuckle. “Oh, so you can speak,” Terzo jabbed. Omega fell silent. Just as well, Terzo thought. “There will be hell to pay if they saw us together tonight, you know. They might banish you.” To Terzo’s surprise, Omega barked a mirthless laugh.
“Worth it. Send me home, it’s better than this place.” Omega sounded more jaded than Terzo expected. Terzo smiled to himself; perhaps he could relate to this ghoul after all.
“My name is Terzo, by the way. At least, that is what you may call me.” Terzo didn’t elaborate on what that meant. He didn’t want to. Omega nodded. It was then that Terzo saw Omega close his eyes and settle against the headboard. He frowned. “Do not get too comfortable, Omega ghoul. I do not share a bed with someone unless they are in the act of pleasuring me.” Omega stiffened, then nodded wordlessly. Slow to get to his feet, Omega stood and began to get dressed, his back turned to Terzo. He saw the ghoul's spaded tail twitch in what could've been agitation, or could've been nerves. It didn't really matter which, considering he was leaving. Still, Terzo was almost sad to see such a beautiful being cover up, appreciating the view while he could.
Now fully clothed, Omega turned to face him, tugging up the collar of his cassock in a futile effort to hide the hickies Terzo left behind. Omega opened his mouth, looking like he was about to say something. Instead, his eyes dropped to the floor. He turned and left without saying a word, thoughtfully turning the bottom lock before he shut the door. Exhausted, Terzo put out his cigarette and flopped back against his pillows, falling asleep without turning the lamp off or removing his smeared black eye makeup.
The next morning was a blur, Terzo barely waking up in time to jump in the shower and scrub away the dried sweat and smell of sex. His legs still felt weak enough that he worried someone would notice he was walking funny. Terzo fucking or getting fucked was hardly newsworthy, but getting fucked this hard might raise a few eyebrows.
Thankfully, Omega hadn’t left any visible marks behind for others to question. Terzo wondered why it almost irked him that he had nothing to show for his efforts. Well, nothing other than some dirty sheets and the deep scratches on both hips left behind by the ghoul’s claws. The sweet sting brought by his clothing rubbing against them was an unwanted reminder of a night he was trying to forget. That couldn’t happen again, it shouldn’t have happened in the first place. He never should’ve invited a stalker into his bed. The urge to do it again was dangerous and irrational. But Satanas, he’d never cum like that before, his cock completely untouched. He didn’t know he could. The scene kept replaying over and over in his mind, the sensations echoing even now.
Breakfast went off without a hitch, and by the time his lunch break started, Terzo assumed he was in the clear. That was, until a certain towering ghoul walked by, a massive bag of laundry Terzo knew to weigh well over one hundred pounds slung over his shoulder like it was nothing. All Terzo could think of in that moment was what it would feel like to be manhandled by those big, strong arms. Feeling his face grow hot, he turned on the spot and walked in the opposite direction as fast as he could without drawing attention, forgetting where he was going. Thankfully, Omega didn’t seem to have spotted him. Fuck, Terzo needed another cigarette.
Skipping eating lunch in favor of chain-smoking in the courtyard, Terzo was suddenly startled by a hand on his shoulder. Much to his embarrassment, he yelped in surprise, his body jolting. Spinning around, he was relieved to see that it was only Copia. His nerves were shot.
“Do not scare me like that, asshole!” Terzo scolded his brother, shoving his shoulder. “Fucking hell, I dropped my cigarette! You owe me another one.”
“Like you need another nail in your coffin,” Copia snarked. “How was your conquest last night?” he asked with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. Terzo’s heart leapt into his throat.
“Who, August? Eh, he was mediocre at best,” Terzo said cooly, trying to keep his expression neutral.
“That’s funny, because I heard August is sick. Stomach flu, nasty stuff.” There was danger in Copia’s words; they both knew where he was going with this. “You know, I could’ve sworn I saw you with someone else last night. Someone, eh… bigger. Greyer.” Ice shot through Terzo’s veins. Grabbing Copia by the ear, he ignored Copia’s pathetic protests and dragged him behind a column.
“Keep your voice down!” Terzo hissed. “I do not know how you know, but you need to shut the fuck up about it before someone hears you!” Finally out of Terzo’s grip, Copia rubbed his ear, pouting and muttering to himself.
“It was just a joke, man, lighten up!” Copia whined. “You know I don’t care who you fuck.”
“No, but everyone else will! I do not want to get in trouble, there is no telling what Nihil and the rabbid Imperator bitch will do to me if they found out I slept with a ghoul.” What Terzo didn’t mention was the guilt he’d feel if Omega faced punishment, too, especially after Terzo had been the one to initiate last night. “It is none of your business what I do in my free time.”
“More like who you do,” Copia quipped. Terzo glared at him. Copia was unphased. “You know, if you’re going to see him again, you’re going to have to be sneakier than that. Go make out in Primo’s rose garden or something, no one ever goes out there but him. You can’t even see it from inside the building. Unlike the courtyard, where everyone could see you two practically fucking out in the open last night.” Terzo’s face flushed crimson.
“There will not be a next time,” Terzo muttered. “I should not have done it this time.” He tried to sound more sure than he felt.
“Yeah, sure there won’t.” Copia sounded incredulous. “Well. If you do decide to make you and this ghoul a thing, you’re going to need some help sneaking around. And I just so happen to know a guy,” he said, pointing to himself with both thumbs and looking incredibly proud of himself. Terzo rolled his eyes.
“We are not going to be a thing! I do not even do things.” Terzo spat the last word with disgust. “Even if we did hook up again, it would never be a thing,” Terzo continued, miming air quotes around the offending phrase. Terzo realized too late that he was already giving himself room for the possibility of seeing Omega again with that statement.
Terzo was in a fog for the rest of the day, going through the motions of his routine with little thought, making constant errors, nodding off during confessionals. As a last-minute decision, Terzo made plans to meet up with a Sister named Lillian that evening. Lillian was a vivacious, busty redhead, about three years older than him, whom he’d already spent quite a few nights with. He figured he could use a palate cleanser, a distraction of the carnal variety.
Despite all of his efforts, even buried deep inside of a beautiful woman, her nails scratching down his back and whispering his name in his ear, all he could think about was that damn ghoul. It was beyond frustrating, being unable to think about anything but getting fucked himself by a demon twice his size while he was trying to fuck someone else. Worse still, he was having a hard time getting off. Terzo reached down between them and worked her clit, hoping that feeling her walls tighten and flutter around him would send him over the edge, but he had no such luck. Even when she came, he was no closer than when he started.
He fucked the poor girl until she was growing bored and he was getting tired. Desperate, he let himself succumb to thoughts of the night before that had been chasing him all day. The burning warmth of Omega’s touch, the sweetness of his mouth, the way their tongues danced together. The indescribable fullness, the blinding pleasure of his climax. The way the scratches the man had left behind still stung pleasantly even now. He was surprised tonight’s partner hadn’t commented on the marks. As ashamed as he was of himself, Terzo finally came to thoughts of Omega, haunted by the ghost of the smell of his skin.
Terzo ate her out before he left, making sure she came again as an unspoken apology for using her like a sex toy rather than making sure she was also having a good time. Terzo may have been an impersonal and emotionally detached lover, but he wasn’t a selfish one. Rather than forgetting his troubles inside someone else, Terzo left feeling more burdened and distressed than ever. He slept very poorly that night, tossing and turning, unable to outrun his thoughts of the stranger. Perhaps he didn’t want him to be a stranger anymore after all. That was a hard pill to swallow.