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Ever since the Spire, Pure Vanilla has been haunted by thoughts of Shadow Milk. In the beginning they weren’t the best, memories of the pain and sorrow he experienced in that place haunted him and made him flinch even when he didn’t wish to.
But slowly, ever so slowly, they began to shift.
Memories of Shadow Milk’s cruelty changed to the moments when Shadow Milk would smile at him even briefly when he thought ‘Truthless Recluse’ wasn’t looking. The moments when he was half asleep and Shadow Milk would come into his room to gently card a hand through his hair thinking that ‘Truthless Recluse’ would never know. The way that Shadow Milk would silently patch up his robes if they ever tore. Mumbling about how his “Star actor couldn’t be looking like a slob.”
Pure Vanilla knew Shadow Milk’s affection and care was conditional. He knew that he lost the single condition for his affection the moment he decided to reject Deceit. Yet he couldn’t find it in himself to completely disregard those soft, affectionate moments. The little glimpses into a cookie that could have been, should have been. Glimpses to a cookie that had existed at one point.
The thoughts about Shadow Milk had been manageable when Shadow Milk was determined to hate his guts, determined to try and crumble him at every single turn. Wanting him to hand over his Soul Jam no matter the cost.
But when Shadow Milk quietly came to him in the dead of night, shaking and silent until spoken to, asking him quietly if his offer of companionship was still available.. Pure Vanilla began thinking of the Beast with almost every breath.
He thought about the way that Shadow Milk made himself so tiny in the guest room that he had been given. The way that he would stare at Pure Vanilla’s long, tangled hair. Eventually, he found himself watching the way Shadow Milk would interact with his followers when Candy Apple and Black Sapphire were eventually brought into the castle as well.
Shadow Milk seemed to disappear when those two were around, curled up into himself and letting his followers take the brunt of the attention. Then, ever so slowly, his behavior began to shift back into what it had been before. Pure Vanilla found himself having to clean up the messes that the trio made, constantly trying to make his life miserable.
Rumors, lies and ‘pranks’ were a new thing to deal with but the trio had a very unique way of doing them. It wasn’t the easiest, most days left him with a headache that could barely be washed away. But the one thing that made all of it worth it to Pure Vanilla was the way Shadow Milk began to smile, began to laugh. How he was so meticulous, so calculating. So attentive and so cruel.
Had he been any other cookie, perhaps this would have made him hate Shadow Milk. Perhaps he would have wanted nothing to do with him. Perhaps even kicked him out of the castle. But Pure Vanilla stopped being ‘normal’ when he gained his Soul Jam. All of Shadow Milk’s flaws became endearing to him. The attention to detail made him wonder just how much Shadow Milk remembered about him.
Every laugh and smile made Pure Vanilla’s heart beat just a little bit faster. It made him wonder what it would sound like if he was happy, not vindictive. What Shadow Milk’s smile would look like if he was relaxed and not being the cruel Beast of Deceit.
He began to wonder what Shadow Milk’s hands would feel like trailing across his body, slowly undressing him. Pure Vanilla began to wonder what it would sound like if Shadow Milk began to degrade him, calling him a whore and praising him in the same breath.
Pure Vanilla spent many nights shamefully masturbating to those fantasies. Imagining instead of his hand, it was Shadow Milk cruelly playing with his cock. Imagining Shadow Milk’s cruel smile against his neck, hearing his cruel words whispered into his neck.
“Really?” The Shadow Milk in his fantasies would laugh, “You’re enjoying this? The Beast of Deceit with his hands all over you, bringing you to the brink of pleasure only to steal it away from you and enjoying it? How low you’ve fallen. Go on then. Cum.”
Shamefully, every time he imagined Shadow Milk being there was when he experienced more satisfying orgasms. It felt so shameful knowing that Shadow Milk was barely a five minute walk away. Knowing that if Shadow Milk ever came looking for him late at night, he would hear Pure Vanilla quietly calling his name while fucking into his hand.
There were a few times he was tempted to knock on Shadow Milk’s door and ask him for help soothing the ache that he had caused deep in Pure Vanilla but… Like a coward, he never did. He was content to watch Shadow Milk’s cruelty and imagine it all over his body late at night. He was content imagining Shadow Milk using his nicknames like a weapon, using it to make him cum untouched.
With that being said, it shouldn’t have been a surprise that his fantasies began to invade his dreams.
The day had been tiring, Shadow Milk and his followers had caused problems for him the entire day and Pure Vanilla wanted to be angry but couldn’t be. Not when he saw Shadow Milk smiling and making his heart practically beat out of his chest. It was such a simple yet painful weakness he had for that smile, no matter what shape it took.
He collapsed into his bed in his sleepwear with a sigh. No matter how much he adored Shadow Milk’s smile and laughter, he was still exhausted from their pranks and rumors. Today had been exhausting, having to explain to everyone and anyone that No, he was not brainwashed. He was not a cookie of Deceit. He was still their King no matter what he looked like.
His entire day had been taken up like that. Pure Vanilla was almost impressed with how perfectly crafted the rumor had been. Yet his exhaustion, annoyance and disappointment took over. He knew that healing and growing past what had happened to him in the past took time but he thought they were making progress.
… Oh well. Pure Vanilla wouldn’t give up on him no matter how much Shadow Milk wanted him to. With a soft sigh, he got comfortable in bed and let sleep consume him.
“What are you waiting for?” Shadow Milk laughed as Pure Vanilla practically pinned him to the wall. The Beast’s leg was rubbing against his erection and making him groan. Of course Shadow Milk would find a way to tease him even in the pin. “I can already see how long you’ve been waiting.”
“Shadow Milk..” Pure Vanilla leaned in, pulling him into a kiss. Shadow Milk laughed against his lips, pushing his impossibly long tongue into Pure Vanilla mouth. He adored the way it explored around, the way it began pushing further into his mouth and suffocating him.
He roamed his hands down Shadow Milk’s side, slowly beginning to undress him. It didn’t matter that they were in the hallway, he didn’t care if anyone could see them like this. If it meant that Shadow Milk would stay with him, he would debase himself anywhere.
Shadow Milk’s hands were roaming his body as well. Swiftly tearing apart his clothing, throwing the scraps of it on the ground and leaving him bare. Pure Vanilla shivered into the kiss when Shadow Milk began to trail lines down his chest using his nails. No doubt some of them pierced through his dough and began to make him bleed but somehow it only added to the pleasure that was slowly embracing him.
He broke away from the kiss to breathe out of habit, not because he needed to. Pure Vanilla took the change to stare at Shadow Milk in all of his beauty. The light flush on his face, the self assured smirk on his face. The way his beautiful eyes were shining and dragging him in.
Pure Vanilla grabbed Shadow Milk by the shoulders and pushed. The hallway faded away to his bedroom, with the two of them landing on his bed. Pure Vanilla yet again pinned down Shadow Milk’s wrists, desperately holding himself back despite the Beast taunting him.
“Are you getting shy now? Come onnn. You asked me for sex, and here I am.~” Shadow Milk’s clothing faded away swiftly. Pure Vanilla looked at his exposed collar and leaned in, gently biting and kissing at his dough. Shadow Milk’s moans sounded so beautiful… “There you go! Here I thought you were some virgin!”
Ignoring Shadow Milk’s taunts, he finally let go of Shadow Milk’s wrists just to begin running his hands across the Beast’s body again. Memorizing every little dip, every little imperfection in his dough. Shadow Milk shivered beneath his touch, his hands coming up to hold onto Pure Vanilla’s back, digging his nails into the dough on his back.
“Relax.” Pure Vanilla chuckled into his neck, adoring the way that Shadow Milk was shivering under his adoration. He couldn’t help wanting to take his time mapping out his body, when would he get another chance like this again?
It had been a blessing that Shadow Milk accepted his request. They had been playing chess, laughing and bickering with each other. Pure Vanilla had just won, and was given any request within reason. So of course he asked for the one thing he’s been wanting for so long.
Shadow Milk himself. Pure Vanilla hadn’t expected him to accept, and yet he did.
“Get out of your own head!” Shadow Milk hissed, raising a knee and kicking Pure Vanilla in the stomach ever so slightly. Pure Vanilla smiled against his throat and continued to move his hands again.
Very slowly, he finally trailed a hand down towards Shadow Milk’s cock. It was so pretty, so perfect. Pure Vanilla wanted to take it in his mouth but he wanted to be right next to Shadow Milk’s mouth so he couldn’t hide his beautiful moans from him. Pure Vanilla knew how shy Shadow Milk was about showing if he truly liked something.
It was so cute.
Like he thought, Shadow Milk raised a hand to cover his mouth when Pure Vanilla wrapped his hand around his cock. All of the pretty moans and whines that came from Pure Vanilla beginning to move his hand were muffled. But just to make Shadow Milk feel better, he let the Beast keep himself muffled.
“You’re so perfect.” He couldn’t help the praise. The little twitch that Shadow Milk’s cock gave spurred him on even further. “So good for me, letting me touch you like this…”
Shadow Milk shivered beneath him. “Stop lying and just get on with it-”
“But I want to enjoy you.” He did. Pure Vanilla couldn’t help the kisses he began to leave all over Shadow Milk’s neck that slowly traveled to his chest. “You in all of your perfection, your beauty. You’re doing so good for me.”
Pure Vanilla continued to kiss and mark up Shadow Milk’s chest. He made sure to not lose his slow and steady pace with his hand, making sure to give Shadow Milk everything he ever wanted. If Shadow Milk wanted to go further than this, he would have to ask for it.
But he knew that Shadow Milk was prideful. Perhaps it would take getting him to cum once before he would give into what he wanted, what he needed from Pure Vanilla. Until then he would continue to worship Shadow Milk’s chest, decorating it with little bites and kisses. He would shower Shadow Milk in his love and adoration.
“Stop teasing me.” Shadow Milk’s hands came up to his hair, grabbing him roughly and tugging. Pure Vanilla let his head be tilted up to look at Shadow Milk’s face. He was already a beautiful shade of violet, pupils blown out. He looked truly beautiful like this, radiant like a God.
Pure Vanilla chuckled and continued to move his hand. Shadow Milk whined and pulled on his hair again. “What do you want me to do, Shadow Milk?”
There was a moment where nothing was said. Where Shadow Milk stared at him like he wanted to crumble him. Pure Vanilla thought it was cute. But slowly that expression changed to annoyed acceptance.
“.. Please fuck me.” Shadow Milk turned his head away, almost as if trying to hide away from the words he just spoke. Pure Vanilla couldn’t help humming in response and letting go of Shadow Milk’s cock. The Beast looked back at him but he just smiled.
Slowly, he positioned himself between Shadow Milk’s legs properly. Rubbing against his entrance with the tip of his cock just to tease him. The growl he got for it was cute. So very, very cute. But Pure Vanilla wanted it just as much as Shadow Milk did so he didn’t wait another moment.
Slowly, he pushed inside of Shadow Milk. Pure Vanilla adored the moans that fell out of Shadow Milk now. Every inch pushed inside coaxed another moan out of his beloved Beast. “You’re doing so well.” Pure Vanilla couldn’t help the praise. “Nearly there.”
“Shut up and keep going..!”
Who was he to disobey? Pure Vanilla hid his face in Shadow Milk’s neck. Finally pushing in all the way with one firm thrust. Shadow Milk whined when he did and fell silent. Pure Vanilla already missed the moans that the Beast had given him. He truly did sound beautiful like that.
Yet he waited a moment for Shadow Milk to get used to having something inside of him. It gave him a chance to hook his arms underneath the Beast’s legs and lift them up. Only when Shadow Milk’s knees were pushed next to his chest was Pure Vanilla satisfied.
“Move.” Shadow Milk glared at him from his pinned down position. “Don’t make me ask again, otherwise I'll leave.”
…
“Of course, bluebird.” Pure Vanilla pulled out slowly. He adored Shadow Milk’s little gasp before thrusting back in roughly. “I would never want to disappoint the world's best playwright.”
If he thought Shadow Milk’s moans were beautiful before, the ones given to him after every thrust were divine. So sweet, so loud. So sudden and breathy. Shadow Milk was still gripping his hair tightly, almost using it to keep Pure Vanilla close and unable to ever escape.
He didn’t want to escape. Not after he finally got what he’s needed for so long.
Every thrust had him chasing his own pleasure and trying to make Shadow Milk feel good as well. He was emboldened with every moan, every whine and every cry of “Keep going! Don’t you dare stop! Right there!” that Shadow Milk gave him.
It felt so right to be here like this. It felt so right to be losing himself in the beauty that was his other half. Nothing in the world could compare to the pleasure that his Beast was giving him now. No one else could be exactly what he wanted and needed.
Regrettably, he felt like he was going to cum soon. Though that felt off, wasn’t it too soon too? They barely had time to enjoy themselves and his Soul Jam had given him enhanced stamina. It also meant that his climaxes came to him slower.
.. Though even that was odd. When could he see properly..?
He kept thrusting anyway. Pushing himself forward enough to capture Shadow Milk’s mouth in a kiss. If this was a dream, he wanted to enjoy himself to the fullest before he woke up. Before he had to no doubt deal with the erection he had in reality.
“I love you.” those three words slipped out of his mouth without him meaning to. But it felt right. This wasn’t Shadow Milk, so what did it matter? He could say what he felt all he wanted like this. With every thrust he could chant those three words and have it dissolve into the ether of his mind, never to be known to Shadow Milk. “I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you.”
“Nills-!”
With dream rules, the two of them were able to have their orgasms together. Pure Vanilla pulled away just to hear Shadow Milk moan while being filled up with his cum. Just to hear Shadow Milk as he came all over their stomachs as well. It was a wonderful sound, even if it was just from his imagination.
Staring at Shadow Milk like this was nice. It was nice whilst it lasted. Predictably, the dream was swiftly coming to an end. Pure Vanilla lamented that, almost wanting to stay asleep just to see what else his mind could come up with… But alas…
Pure Vanilla woke up alone in bed, on his back. The light of morning was shining through his windows and he could hear the birds on his balcony, waiting for him to feed them. There was an ache deep in his bones and…
He cringed a little, feeling the mess he made in his sleep. Shame came to him quickly. The memory of that dream, of seeing Shadow Milk pinned beneath him like that came to him shortly after. He almost wanted to fall asleep again in a vain attempt to chase that dream.
But he had things he must attend to. So instead of going to sleep again, Pure Vanilla got up and walked to his bathroom to clean himself up and start his day.
He completely missed a shadow of blue eyes scurrying away from the bed and beneath the door.