Chapter 2: A cold suprise
Recently, the group hasn't been able to pay their bills. Well, yes, they've paid for the water, electricity... Everything, except for the heating. Merak didn't think it'd be a problem, besides, it was the middle of summer. Cold is better for them all.
That was, until one morning, Merak noticed something off as he made Clam Chowder for lunch.
Ombre was usually the first to wake up, fluttering around the apartment with his boundless energy, but today, he was still fast asleep on the couch. Merak approached him, noticing how pale Ombre's usually vibrant complexion had become.
"Ombre? Hey, Omby, wake up," Merak called out softly, nudging Ombre's shoulder gently. Ombre stirred slightly but didn't wake up. Merak's heart pounded in his chest as he felt Ombre's forehead; it was freezing.
Merak called to Ankoku, telling him to finish cooking the Clam Chowder as he gets Ombre warmth.
He knew that winter was far, but he loved getting cozy with Ankoku, so gathered all the thick, warm, and soft blankets they had in the closet.
"Clam Chowder almost done!" Ankoku called out, just as Merak was putting Ombre in a warm fort made of soft, thick blankets and pillows.
Merak smiled, "Good, Ombre's gonna need a nice warm meal." He turned to the kitchenette where Ankoku was ladling the steaming Clam Chowder into bowls.
Ankoku smirked, "You're so sweet, Merak. Always taking care of everyone." He handed Merak a bowl, their fingers brushing briefly. Merak blushed slightly, "It's what friends do, right?"
Ombre stirred under the piles of blankets, his voice muffled, "Guys... I'm not dead yet."
Merak chuckled, "We know, Omby.
Now, eat up. You need to get your strength back." He handed Ankoku the bowl and helped Ombre sit up, propping pillows behind his back.
Ombre took the bowl with shaky hands, his eyes still droopy. "Thanks, Merak. I don't know what happened. I just felt so cold last night, and then I couldn't wake up this morning."
Ankoku sat down on the edge of the couch, his brow furrowed in concern. "You think it's because of the heating? We haven't turned it on yet."
Merak nodded, "Could be. Though, I haven't been able to pay it off, given how I want to save money to get you that motorcycle, Anky." Merak added, his eyes twinkling as he looked at Ankoku.
Ankoku, hearing this, grinned and ruffled Merak's hair, "You don't have to get me anything, brav. As long as you're by my side, I'm happy."
Ombre, who had been quietly sipping his Clam Chowder, looked up and smiled, "I wish I could help more with the bills. I feel bad that you guys have to pay for everything."
Merak waved his hand dismissively, "Don't worry about it, Omby. Also, Ankoku, I'm your boyfriend, deal with it." Merak smirked, pushing Ankoku playfully. Ankoku laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Well, if you insist, brav. Let's get you that bike then." He leaned in, planting a soft kiss on Merak's lips.
Ombre cleared his throat, "Guys, I'm still here, you know." He chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
Merak blushed, pulling away from Ankoku. "Sorry, Omby. We got carried away."
Ankoku grinned, "So, what do you say, Ombre? Like my Clam Chowder?" Ankoku asked, leaning back and grinning at Ombre, attempting to lighten the mood.
Ombre managed a weak smile, "It's... really good, Ankoku. Thanks." He took another spoonful, his eyes fluttering closed as he savored the warmth.
Merak watched Ombre, worry etched on his face. "Omby, maybe you should see a doctor. Just to be safe."
Ombre shook his head, "No, I'll be fine after I warm up a bit. Don't worry, Merak.
I'm a tough moth," Ombre replied, his voice barely above a whisper. Merak wasn't convinced, but he didn't want to push the issue. Instead, he decided to change the subject.
"Hey, Ankoku, did you remember to pick up the mail yesterday?" Merak asked, turning to his boyfriend.
Ankoku, midway through his Clam Chowder, looked up and nodded. "Yeah, brav. I got it. Why?"
"Because I've been expecting a letter from my aunt. She promised to send me some money to help with the bills," Merak explained, his eyes hopeful.
"Maybe we can finally turn on the heating and get Ombre feeling better."
Ankoku's eyes softened as he looked at Ombre, still bundled up in blankets. "You think that's what's been making him sick?"
Merak nodded, "Yeah, I mean, it's been pretty chilly at night, and we haven't had the heating on. It's probably taken a toll on him."
Ombre gave a small smile, "I'm fine, guys. Really."
Merak grumbled as he felt Ombre's forehead, it was frozen, "MORE CLAM CHOWDER! GET HIM MORE CLAM CHOWDER!"
Merak insisted, his brow furrowed in concern. Ankoku, seeing the worry in Merak's eyes, nodded and quickly grabbed the pot, ladling more of the steaming Chowder into Ombre's bowl.
Ombre looked up, his eyes barely open, "Thanks, guys. I really appreciate it." He took a spoonful, his hands still shaking slightly. Merak noticed this and decided to broach the topic again.
"Omby, I insist. We should take you to a doctor. What if it's something serious?" Merak said, his voice laced with worry.
"I don't want to risk your health, Omby."
Ombre sighed, his wings fluttering weakly. "Alright, Merak. But only if you promise that we'll go to the free clinic downtown. I don't want you guys spending more money on me."
Merak smiled, relieved. "No deals, Omby. Now, finish your Clam Chowder. We'll go buy more after you've warmed up a bit more."
Ankoku, who had been quietly observing the exchange, spoke up. "Wow, Merak is such a kind soul, but he isn't in bed... Poor, poor me. Why must the world me so cruel?" Ankoku said dramatically. "Why must you edge me, Mery?" Ankoku pouted, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Can't a man just enjoy his Clam Chowder without being tempted by his boyfriend's charms?"
Merak rolled his eyes, a playful smile tugging at his lips. "Oh, please. You're the one who can't keep your hands to yourself."
Ombre chuckled weakly, "Guys, please. Not while I'm trying to eat."
Merak turned his attention back to Ombre, his expression serious. "Eat up, hunny, yeah?" Merak coaxed softly, brushing a strand of Ombre's hair away from his face. "You need to get your strength back if we're going to go out later."
Ombre attempted a smile, his red and purple star pupils meeting Merak's. "I'm trying, Merak. It's just... hard to feel anything right now."
Ankoku, who had been quietly watching the exchange, stood up abruptly. "I've got an idea. How about I run us a hot bath? That should help warm you up, Omby."
Merak's eyes lit up at the suggestion.
"W-wait... does that mean you'd have to... s-see... me... n-na-naked!?" Ombre exclaimed, his shyness showing. Merak chuckled, "Well, yeah, I suppose it does. But we won't look, promise. Besides, it's not like we haven't seen you in your birthday suit before, Omby." Ankoku leaned in, "Yeah, remember that time we all went skinny-dipping in the lake? You were the first one to jump in, all naked and glowing." Ombre blushed, his wings fluttering nervously.
"That was different! It was dark, and we were all drunk!" He protested, his voice barely above a whisper. "That was the worst experience in my life. And I packed a swim suit too!" Ombre protested, his wings fluttering nervously. "Besides, I've grown since then. I'm not the same little Luna moth you used to know."
Merak and Ankoku exchanged amused glances. "Omby, we promise we won't peek," Merak said, trying to suppress a laugh. "We just want to make sure you're warm and feeling better."
Ankoku nodded in agreement. "Yeah, and it's not like we haven't seen each other naked before. We're roommates, remember?"
Ombre sighed, his wings drooping slightly. "Yeah? Name several times you've seen me naked before!" Ombre challenged, his eyes flashing with a sudden spark of energy. "The lake incident was just one time, and it was dark! Besides, I was drunk, and so were you guys!"
Merak and Ankoku exchanged a glance, a silent conversation passing between them. Merak cleared his throat, trying to hold back a laugh. "Well, Omby, there was that time we all had to share a tent during that camping trip. Remember?
The one where it rained so hard that our tents flooded, and we all had to huddle together on the highest spot we could find?" Merak said, raising an eyebrow at Ombre.
Ombre's face turned a shade redder, his wings fluttering nervously. "That... that was different! We were all desperate to stay dry, and it was dark, and... and we were all wearing underwear!" he stammered, trying to justify his previous protests.
Ankoku chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Underwear that got soaked and see-through, Omby.
Don't act like we didn't see anything," Ankoku smirked, leaning back in his chair. "Besides, you were the one who insisted on sleeping in the middle, using your wings to create a sort of tent for us."
Ombre groaned, burying his face in his hands. "That was a different situation! I was just trying to help us stay warm and dry!"
Merak laughed, "And you did, Omby. You did. But it resulted in us seeing more of you than we probably should have."
Ombre peeked through his fingers, glaring at Merak and Ankoku.
"I also enjoyed seeing that fat, thick length of yours. If you're ever in need of service, hook me up!" Ankoku laughed, winking.
"Oh, Omby, you're always so cute when you're flustered. But you know we'd never make you do anything you're not comfortable with." He paused, looking down at his hands, his fingers long and delicate, tipped with sharp, black claws. "I mean, look at me. I'm a freak."
"Says you," Ombre grumbled.
"What? Are you jealous I have a bigger dick than you?" Ankoku teased.
"I mean, it's not like you're packing a tiny little twig in those tight jeans of yours."
Ombre groaned, "Ankoku, please. You're not helping."
Merak, trying to suppress a laugh, interjected, "Alright, alright. No more teasing Omby. We promise to behave if you agree to take a hot bath."
"But.." Ombre hummed, grumbling as Ankoku wiggled his eyebrows.
"I guess if you're really going to behave, I can agree with that. But only if you promise to put Ankoku in time-out afterwards. I only trust you to... erm... See me undressed. I know you better than your gay-ass boyfriend." Ombre hissed.
"Deal. But I warn you, Merak, if I catch Ankoku peeking, I'll..." His voice trailed off, but his eyes flashed with determination. Merak held up his hands in surrender, laughing. "Alright, alright. We'll behave. Promise."
Ankoku, who had been quietly watching the exchange, stood up and stretched. "Alright, I'm off to run that bath. You two behave now, yeah?" He winked at Merak, who blushed slightly.
Ombre watched as Ankoku left the room, his wings fluttering nervously. Merak smiled, following Ombre.
"Come on, let's get you warmed up. I'll make sure Ankoku doesn't peek, okay? You can trust me, Omby."
Ombre nodded, still looking a bit hesitant. "Okay, Merak. I trust you."
As they entered the bathroom, Merak started the faucet, adjusting the temperature until it was just right. He then added some of Ombre's favorite bubble bath, the scent of lavender filling the room.
Ombre watched Merak's every move, his eyes softening. "You're so kind to me, Merak."
Merak then helped Ombre undressed, revealing the wounds, bruises, and scars Ombre hid underneath.
"Ombre..." Merak sighed, a soft hand on the wounds, "I told you, take the therapy! Now I'm glad you got real cold, otherwise I wouldn't have found out you were committing self-harm again." Merak scolded gently, his eyes filled with concern and disappointment. "This is why I wanted you to see a therapist, Omby. To talk about these feelings, to understand why you feel the need to hurt yourself."
Ombre looked down at his hands, his wings drooping. "I... I don't know, Merak. It's just... sometimes, I feel like I'm not good enough. Like I'm a burden to you and Ankoku. And then I get overwhelmed, and I just... I just want to feel something else."
Ombre then held his wrist in his hand, "And pain..." He then started to stab his fingers into his wrist, "Makes it all so much better..." A twisted smile on his face, "It feels... so great... to feel pain..." Ombre's voice trembled, his eyes filled with a mix of shame and defiance. "It's the only thing that makes me feel alive, Merak. I can't explain it, but it's like... it's like I need it to breathe."
Merak's heart ached for his friend, his gaze locked onto the self-inflicted wounds. "Omby, no. That's not true. You don't need pain to live. We'll get through this together, okay?"
Ombre looked at Merak, a lost, yet twistedly happy look in his eyes, "It feels like... I'm high... but it's just so good to feel this pain..." Ombre's voice trembled, his eyes filled with a mix of shame and defiance. Drool started to leaked from Ombre's mouth as he stabbed his forearms.
Merak panicked, yelling Ankoku's name. "ANKOKU! Ombre, he's... He's at it again." Merak's voice shook as he called out to Ankoku, who rushed into the bathroom, his eyes widening at the sight of Ombre.
"Ombre, stop!" Ankoku barked, his voice stern. But Ombre seemed oblivious, his eyes glazed over as he continued to dig his claws into his arms, blood trickling down his wrists.
Merak, panic coursing through him, grabbed Ombre's hands, trying to pry them away from his arms.
Merak then pinned Ombre to the floor, sighing. "You need a shower, hun. Then we'll talk about this... just, please... For me; get in the tub. I'm washing you from now on." Merak sighed, gently guiding Ombre's hands away from his arms. "This is getting out of hand, Omby. We need to find a healthier way for you to cope with your feelings."
Ombre looked up at Merak, his eyes filled with a mix of shame and defiance. "I can't help it, Merak. It's like... it's like I'm possessed when I start. I can't stop. It's too good..."
Ankoku, who had been watching the scene unfold, stepped forward. "Maybe we should try that therapy again, Omby.
You know, the one with Dr. Elara." Merak suggested gently, holding Ombre's trembling hands in his own. "She seemed to understand you, and she had some great techniques to help manage these feelings."
Ombre looked down at their entwined hands, his wings drooping wearily. "I tried it once, and it didn't work. What if it's just me? What if I'm beyond help?"
Ankoku crouched down in front of Ombre, his voice firm yet kind. "Hey, none of that talk, Omby.
None of us are beyond help," Ankoku said firmly, his voice leaving no room for argument. "We'll figure this out together, just like we've figured out everything else. Remember, we're a team."
Ombre looked up at Ankoku, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "But what if I hurt someone? What if I can't control it next time?"
Merak squeezed Ombre's hands, his voice soft yet determined. "Then we'll be here to catch you, Omby. We won't let you go too far."
"Now," Merak said, "From to this day, until you are fully healed and I can trust you again, I will be the one to wash you, bathe you, and care for you, understood?" Merak looked at Ombre sternly, who nodded sheepishly.
Ankoku leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching the exchange. "You know, brav, this means you'll have to see Omby naked more often. Are you sure you can handle that?" He smirked, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
Merak rolled his eyes, a blush creeping up his cheeks. "Ankoku, this is serious. Now's not the time for your jokes."
Ankoku raised his hands in surrender, a chuckle escaping his lips. "What? Ombre's love it, look at the cutie, tryna hold in his laughter." Ankoku chuckled, pushing off from the doorframe and walking over to the tub. He turned off the faucet and tested the water with his elbow. "Should be just right, brav."
Merak shot Ankoku a stern look, "Ankoku, please. Not now." He turned his attention back to Ombre, his expression softening. "Alright, Omby. Let's get you cleaned up." He helped Ombre to his feet, guiding him towards the tub.
Ombre hesitated, looking at the tub, then at Merak, then at Ankoku. "Are you both...
going to watch me?" Ombre asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Merak shook his head, "Yes, Omby. I'll help you undress and get into the tub, then, I am going to wash you, properly."
Ankoku nodded in agreement, "Yeah, Omby. We respect your boundaries, but the self-harm is gettin' too much."
Ombre looked at them for a moment, his wings fluttering softly. "B-but... I'll... I'll be naked and you'll... you'll be touching me... a-and... and washing me with your big, warm, soft hands... a-and...-" Ombre stammered, his face turning a shade redder. "I-I mean, not that I'm complaining or anything... I just... I've never had anyone take care of me like this before."
Merak smiled softly, "Well, it's about time someone did, Omby. Now, let's get you in the tub. Ankoku, could you grab a towel and some clean clothes for Ombre, please?"
Ankoku nodded, "On it, brav." He left the bathroom, leaving Merak and Ombre alone.
Merak reached out, gently helping Ombre out of his shirt.
Ombre flinched at Merak's touch, his wings fluttering nervously. "It's okay, Omby," Merak soothed, his voice soft and gentle. "I'm not going to hurt you. I'm just going to help you get cleaned up, okay?" Ombre nodded, his eyes locked onto Merak's as Merak slowly undressed him, revealing his slender, pale body, marked with old scars and fresh wounds.
Merak's heart ached at the sight, but he kept his expression neutral, not wanting to make Ombre feel any more self-conscious.
He helped Ombre step into the tub, the warm water lapping at his skin. Ombre let out a soft sigh, his wings relaxing slightly as he sank into the water.
Merak grabbed a washcloth and some soap, wetting the cloth before squeezing out the excess water. He knelt down beside the tub, his eyes soft as he looked at Ombre. Let's start with your face, okay?" Merak said softly, gently wiping the cloth across Ombre's forehead, down his cheeks, and over his chin.
Ombre closed his eyes, his wings fluttering softly as Merak cleaned him. "This feels... nice, Merak," Ombre admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "No one's ever taken care of me like this before."
Merak smiled, his heart warming at Ombre's words. "Well, it's about time someone did, Omby. You deserve to be taken care of." He continued to wash Ombre, his touch gentle yet firm. He moved down to Ombre's neck, his hands brushing against the soft skin, feeling the pulse of life beneath his fingertips.
"So soft... and so warm... mngh..."
"Your so responsive, Omby..." Merak chuckled, "Not as much as my honey bun though..." Merak chuckled, continuing to wash Ombre. "But I'm glad you're enjoying this, Omby. It's important that you feel comfortable and safe with me." He moved down to Ombre's chest, his hands gently washing the soap off his skin. "Now, let's get this arm taken care of, okay?" Merak said softly, his eyes flicking to the wounds on Ombre's arm.
Ombre looked down at his arm, his wings drooping slightly. "I'm sorry, Merak. I didn't mean to worry you," he said, his voice filled with shame. "I... I'm real sorry, Merak. I'll try and stop, promise." Ombre's voice was barely above a whisper, his eyes filled with a mix of shame and regret.
Merak's heart ached for his friend, but he kept his expression stern. "I know you will, Omby. Because you're stronger than this. We all are." He took Ombre's injured arm and began to clean the wounds gently, making sure not to cause any more pain.
Ombre hissed slightly as the warm water touched his wounds, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he watched Merak with a look of trust and vulnerability that made Merak's heart swell.
"How.... how will you wash my... erm... y'know..." Ombre mumbled, shy.
"You know, my... my... private parts?" He blushed, his wings fluttering nervously. "I mean, I can do that myself, Merak. You don't have to."
Merak smiled gently, "I know you can, Omby. But I want to. You've been through a lot today, and I want to make sure you're taken care of. All of you." He looked up at Ombre, his eyes soft. "Unless you're really uncomfortable with it.
I don't want to make you feel awkward or anything," Merak added, his voice soft and reassuring. He wanted to make sure Ombre felt safe and comfortable with him, especially after what had happened.
Ombre looked at Merak, his eyes searching. "You... you really want to, Merak? Even though I'm... I'm a freak?" His voice was barely above a whisper, filled with a mix of vulnerability and self-doubt.
Merak's heart ached at the words, but he kept his expression gentle. "Omby, you're not a freak.
You're one of the most unique and special people I know," Merak said, his voice firm yet gentle. "And I want to take care of you, all of you. Now, let's get this over with, yeah? I promise, I'll be quick and respectful."
Ombre looked at Merak for a moment, his eyes searching. Then, he nodded, his wings fluttering softly. He reached for the washcloth, wetting it again before squeezing out the excess water.
He looked up at Ombre, offering him a small smile. "You ready, Omby?"
Ombre nodded, his wings fluttering nervously. "Y-yeah, Merak. I'm ready."
Merak started from the top, washing Ombre's chest, his stomach, his hips, and finally, he reached the area Ombre was most self-conscious about. He gently washed Ombre's cock and balls, his touch light and respectful. He could feel Ombre tense up at first, but as he continued, Ombre's body relaxed, his wings fluttering softly.
Ombre didn't want to say anything, so just parted his legs to make it easier for Merak.
He couldn't believe he was actually letting his best friend wash his most intimate parts. He felt vulnerable, exposed, but he also felt a strange sense of comfort and safety.
Merak worked quickly and efficiently, his touch gentle yet firm. He didn't linger or make any inappropriate moves, which Ombre appreciated. Once he was done, he rinsed the washcloth and set it aside.
"All clean," Merak said, smiling up at Ombre. "How are you feeling?"
Ombre looked down at Merak, his eyes soft. "Better. Thank you, Merak. I..."
"Though, I must do your... uhm... arse now, sweet thing." Merak said.
"I promise to be gentle."
Ombre blushed furiously, his wings fluttering like hummingbird wings. "Y-you don't have to, Merak. I can-"
"Shh," Merak interrupted softly, placing a finger on Ombre's lips. "I want to, Omby. Let me take care of you, please."
Ombre looked into Merak's warm, sincere eyes and nodded, feeling a warmth spread through him that had nothing to do with the hot bath.
Merak smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
"Good moth," he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. He reached for the washcloth again, wetting it and adding a dollop of body wash. He looked up at Ombre, his eyes soft and reassuring. "Just relax, okay? I promise I'll be gentle." He leaned back against the tub, his eyes locked onto Merak's as Merak reached around behind him, washing his backside gently. He started at the top, washing Ombre's lower back, his hands moving in slow, circular motions.
Ombre's wings fluttered softly, his body relaxing into the touch. Merak could feel the tension leaving Ombre's muscles, and he smiled to himself, glad that he could offer this small comfort to his friend.
He moved lower, his hands washing Ombre's buttocks gently. Ombre tensed slightly, his wings fluttering faster. Merak looked up at him, his eyes soft and reassuring. "It's okay, Omby. Just relax. I'm almost done, okay?" Ombre nodded, his eyes locked onto Merak's as Merak continued to wash him.
Merak's touch was gentle yet firm, his hands moving with a confidence that put Ombre at ease. He could feel the warmth of the water and Merak's hands seeping into his skin, relaxing his muscles and calming his nerves.
Merak leaned forward, his breath warm on Ombre's ear as he whispered, "Almost done, Omby. Just a little more." His voice was soft and soothing, like a balm to Ombre's frayed nerves.
Ombre nodded, his eyes fluttering closed as Merak's hands moved lower, washing between his cheeks.
He gasped, his wings flapping wildly as Merak's fingers brushed against his hole. "M-Merak..." he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. "Shh, it's okay, Omby. I've got you," he said, his voice low and soothing. He continued to wash Ombre, his fingers circling his hole, applying gentle pressure.
Ombre's breath hitched, his body tensing as Merak's fingers slipped inside him. "Ah! Wait, you're just suppose to be-" Ombre started, only to be cut off by Merak's hand covering his mouth.
Merak smiled, gently, "I need to wash you in the "inside," yeah?"
His voice was soft, yet there was a hint of amusement in it. "I promise, I won't hurt you, Omby. I just want to make sure you're all clean, yeah?"
Ombre hesitated, his eyes wide with surprise and a hint of fear. "But... but, Merak... that's... that's not necessary. I can... I can do that myself," he stammered, his wings fluttering nervously.
Merak chuckled, "I know you can, Omby. I want to take care of you, all of you. Every last inch." Merak's voice was firm, leaving no room for argument. He slowly pushed his fingers deeper, feeling Ombre's tight heat enveloping him. "Fuck, Omby. You're so goddamn tight," he groaned, his cock straining against his jeans at the feel of Ombre's ass.
Ombre gasped, his wings fluttering wildly as Merak's fingers filled him. "Merak... it's... it's been a while," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
His wings fluttered nervously, his body tensing as Merak's fingers moved deeper inside him, stretching him. He could feel every ridge, every callous on Merak's fingers as they moved in and out of him, brushing against his prostate and sending jolts of pleasure through his body. "Fuck, Merak. That feels... that feels so good," he moaned, his hips bucking slightly as he tried to push back against Merak's hand.
Merak chuckled, his fingers still moving in and out of Ombre's ass. "I know it does, Omby.
Your body's responding beautifully to my touch," Merak murmured, his fingers curling inward, hitting that sweet spot inside Ombre that made him see stars. "Look at you, taking my fingers like a good little moth. You're so fucking eager for it, aren't you?"
Ombre could only whimper in response, his hips moving in tandem with Merak's fingers, his wings fluttering wildly. He could feel his cock thickening, pressing against the cool porcelain of the tub, desperate for friction.
Merak's fingers were magical, hitting all the right spots, making him feel things he'd never felt before. He was no stranger to pleasure, but this was different. This was Merak, his best friend, his confidant, his savior, and he was making him feel things he never thought possible.
"Fuck, Merak... I... I think I'm gonna..." Ombre panted, his wings fluttering wildly as Merak's fingers picked up speed, fucking him harder, deeper.
Merak looked up at him, his eyes dark with lust. "Not yet, Omby.
Not until I say so," Merak growled, his fingers retreating slightly, denying Ombre the release he so desperately craved. "You're not in charge here, I am. And I want to watch you squirm for a bit longer."
Ombre whimpered, his body arching as Merak's fingers left him empty, desperate for more. "Please, Merak... I need... I need to come," he begged, his wings fluttering wildly, his cock leaking precome onto the tub.
Merak chuckled, a dark, hunger in his eyes.
"Not yet, Omby. Patience is a virtue, my dear moth." He slowly pulled his fingers out of Ombre, leaving him feeling empty and wanton. Merak stood up, his eyes never leaving Ombre's. "Get out of the tub, Omby. It's time for the main course." His voice was firm, commanding, leaving no room for argument.
Ombre's body trembled as he stood up, water cascading down his slender form. He stepped out of the tub, his wings dripping wet, his cock standing at attention.
Merak grabbed a towel and started to dry him off, his hands rough yet gentle, paying extra attention to his wings, his cock, his ass. Ombre could feel the heat building inside him, his body aching for more of Merak's touch.
"So eager, aren't you, Omby?" Merak chuckled, his hands lingering on Ombre's cock, giving it a few strokes, making him gasp. "You like being touched by me, don't you?"
Ombre could only nod, his breath coming in short gasps. "Y-yes, Merak."
Merak then tied Ombre onto the toilet, spreading his legs open as he pulled out a device. "You know what this is, Omby?" Merak asked, holding up a sleek, black butt plug.
Ombre's eyes widened, his wings fluttering nervously. "Y-yes, Merak. I've seen them before," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
Merak smirked, "Good. Then you know what's coming next." He lubed up the plug, his eyes locked onto Ombre's as he pressed the tip against his hole. "Relax, Omby.
Push out as I push in," Merak instructed, his voice low and steady. Ombre took a deep breath, his wings fluttering as he nodded. Merak slowly pushed the plug into him, inch by inch, feeling Ombre's tight heat enveloping it. "You're so goddamn tight. This is going to feel amazing," Merak groaned, his cock throbbing in his jeans.
Ombre gasped, his body tensing as the plug filled him. It's... it's too much," he panted, his wings flapping wildly.
Merak then flipped a switch on the back, the plug suddenly vibrating. "Fuck!" Ombre cried out, his wings flapping wildly as the vibrations sent jolts of pleasure through his body. "What the fuck, Merak?!" he gasped, his hips bucking as he tried to adjust to the intense sensation.
Merak grinned, a wicked gleam in his eyes. "That's just the beginning, Omby. I want to see you squirm, to see you beg for more. I want to hear you scream my name as you come undone," he growled, his voice low and husky with desire.
"I want to watch you fall apart, completely at my mercy, my good little moth to play with."
Ombre whimpered, his body trembling as the vibrations continued to assault his senses. "Yes, Merak. Anything you want. Just... just please, touch me. I need to feel you," he begged, his wings fluttering wildly, his cock leaking precome onto the cool tile floor.
Merak smirked, his eyes dark with lust. "With pleasure, Omby." He reached out, wrapping his hand around Ombre's cock, giving it a few slow strokes. He then pulled out another device.
"Now, I know it's been a while since you've worn one of these, Omby, but I think it's time to reintroduce you to the joys of chastity." "Merak, you don't have to-"
Merak cut him off with a sharp look. I want to control every aspect of your pleasure. I want to see you squirm, beg, and plead for me.
I want to own every moan, every gasp, every fucking drop of your pleasure."
Ombre's eyes widened, his wings fluttering nervously as Merak held up a metal chastity cage, its cold, unyielding surface glinting in the harsh bathroom light. "Merak, you don't have to—"
Merak silenced him with a look, his jaw set in a firm line. I want to take care of you, in every way possible.
And that includes controlling your pleasure, making you beg for it, making you squirm with need. Do you understand, Omby?" He could see the hesitation in Ombre's eyes, the fear of giving up control, but he also saw the spark of curiosity, the hint of desire. And that was enough for Merak.
Ombre took a deep breath, his wings fluttering softly. I understand." His voice was barely above a whisper, but Merak heard the resolve in it.
"Good boy," he murmured, his eyes softening slightly. He grabbed the lube from the counter, squirting a generous amount onto his fingers. He reached out, running his fingers along Ombre's slit, gathering the precome that had leaked out. He brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean, his eyes locked onto Ombre's. "Fuck, you taste good, Omby. I can't wait to taste more of you."
Ombre whimpered, his wings fluttering as he watched Merak suck his fingers clean. "Please, Merak."
Merak then put the chastity cage on Ombre's length. "This is going to keep you hard and wanting, but unable to come without my permission," Merak explained, his voice low and husky. "You're going to be a good little moth and wait for my command, aren't you, Omby?"
Ombre nodded, his breath coming in short gasps. I'll be good, sir..." he promised, his wings fluttering softly. "I'll be good, sir."
Merak then turned the chastity cage on.
A low hum filled the room, and Ombre let out a long, low moan. That feels... that feels so... fuck, I can't even describe it," he panted, his wings fluttering wildly as the vibrations coursed through his body. "Feels good, doesn't it, Omby? Having your pleasure completely at my mercy." He reached out, running his fingers along the metal cage, feeling the vibrations under his fingertips. "You're mine now, Omby.
Every inch of you is mine to play with, to tease, to torture," Merak growled, his eyes dark with lust. He leaned in, his breath hot on Ombre's ear. "You're going to come when I say so, and not a moment sooner. Understand?"
Ombre whimpered, his wings fluttering wildly as the vibrations from the plug and the cage sent jolts of pleasure through his body. I understand," he panted, his cock throbbing in its metal prison.
Merak smirked, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "I think your forgetting my name." Merak's voice was low, dangerous as he pulled back from Ombre's ear. "I told you to call me daddy, didn't I?" "Y-yes, daddy. I'm sorry, dady," he stammered, his cock throbbing in the cage. "Good boy. Now, let's see how well you can follow orders." He reached out, his fingers trailing down Ombre's chest, pinching his nipples slightly, making him gasp.
"Look at you, all tied up and at my mercy. You look so fucking hot like this, Omby. I can't wait to fuck you," Merak growled, his voice low and husky with desire. He leaned in, his lips capturing Ombre's in a searing kiss, his tongue pushing into Ombre's mouth, exploring, tasting.
Ombre moaned, his wings fluttering as he kissed Merak back, his body aching for more. He could feel Merak's hard cock pressing against him, and he couldn't help but grind against it, desperate for friction.
Merak then pulled out the butt plug and grabbed a dildo, a big one.
"This is going to stretch you out, Omby. Make you feel so fucking full," he said, licking his lips as he lubed up the toy. "I want to see you take it like a good little moth, do you understand?" "Yes, daddy..."
Merak pressed the dildo against Ombre's hole, pushing it in slowly. "Push out as I push in," he instructed, his voice low and steady.
Merak slowly pushed the dildo into him, inch by inch, feeling Ombre's tight heat enveloping it. You're so goddamn tight. This is going to feel amazing," he groaned, his cock throbbing in his jeans.
Ombre gasped, his body tensing as the dildo filled him. "You can take it, Omby.
You're doing so well," Merak encouraged, his voice low and husky as he slowly pushed the dildo deeper into Ombre's ass. Ombre's wings fluttered, his body tensing as he felt himself being stretched wider than ever before. "Fuck, daddy... it's... it's so big," he panted, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement. "That's the point, Omby.
I want to split you open, make you feel every fucking inch of me," Merak growled, his eyes locked onto Ombre's as he pushed the dildo deeper, until it was fully seated inside him. "Fuck, you look so damn beautiful like this, all stretched out and filled up. I can't wait to replace this with my cock, to feel your tight ass milking me for all I've got."
Ombre whimpered, his wings fluttering as he adjusted to the feeling of being so full. "Please, daddy..."
Merak then made the dildo vibrate at its max, 60 volts.
"Fuck!" Ombre cried out, his wings flapping wildly as the vibrations sent jolts of intense pleasure through his body. "What the fuck, Merak?! That's too much!" he gasped, his hips bucking as he tried to adjust to the overwhelming sensation. I want to watch you squirm, to see you beg for more.
I want to hear you scream my name as you come undone," Merak growled, his voice low and husky with desire.
Merak pulled back, his eyes dark with lust.
"Mngh... no, no... so much.... too much... ahhh..." Ombre panted, his wings fluttering wildly as Merak fucked him with the v
brating dildo, his hips snapping forward, his cock slamming into Ombre's prostate with each thrust. "Fuck, daddy... I can't... I can't..." he stammered, his body tensing as he felt his orgasm building, despite the chastity cage. "You can't what, Omby? You can't come without my permission?"
Ombre nodded, his wings fluttering desperately. "Too close... n-no... too close..." he panted, his body trembling. Fuck, you look so fucking hot like this, Omby. All tied up, filled up, and on the edge. I could watch you squirm like this all day," Merak growled, his voice low and husky with desire. He leaned in, his lips capturing Ombre's in a searing kiss, his tongue pushing into Ombre's mouth, tasting him, claiming him. "Please, daddy... I need to come," Ombre begged, his wings fluttering desperately as he kissed Merak back, his body aching for release.
You're not ready," Merak growled, pulling back from the kiss, his eyes dark with lust. He slowly pulled the dildo out of Ombre's ass, making him gasp at the sudden emptiness. "What? But-"
Merak silenced him with a look, his jaw set in a firm line. "I said, you're not ready. I want to make sure you can take every inch of me before I fuck you. Now, bend over the sink," he commanded, his voice firm and unyielding.
Ombre hesitated for a moment, his wings fluttering nervously, but he did as he was told, leaning over the sink, his ass sticking out, his wings draped over the edge. Merak grabbed his hips, pulling him back slightly, aligning his cock with Ombre's hole. "Are you ready, Omby?" he asked, his voice low and husky with desire. "Yes, daddy," Ombre replied, his voice barely above a whisper. "Good boy," Merak murmured, his cock pressing against Ombre's hole, teasing it, making him squirm.
"Now, let's see just how well you can take my cock, hmm?" He pushed forward, the head of his cock slipping inside Ombre, making him gasp. "Fuck, daddy... you're so big," Ombre panted, his wings fluttering as he felt himself being stretched open. "Just relax, Omby. Let me in," Merak coaxed, his hands squeezing Ombre's ass, spreading it wider as he pushed in deeper. "Oh god, it's...
it's too much," Ombre gasped, his wings fluttering wildly as Merak's thick cock stretched him wide, filling him completely. "Shh, you can take it, Omby. You're doing so well," Merak murmured, his hands gripping Ombre's hips tightly as he held still, letting Ombre adjust to his size. "Fuck, you're so goddamn tight. I can feel every inch of you squeezing my cock," he groaned, his eyes rolling back as he savored the feeling of being inside Ombre.
"Fuck, daddy... it's... it's so good," Ombre panted, his wings fluttering softly as he adjusted to Merak's size. "I'm glad you think so, Omby. Because I'm just getting started," Merak growled, his hips starting to move, slowly at first, giving Ombre time to get used to his size. "Ahh... fuck... yes..." Ombre moaned, his wings fluttering as Merak's cock slid in and out of him, hitting all the right spots. "Mmm, you like that, don't you, Omby?"
The two were having their fun - well, Merak was, - until Ankoku tapped on the door frame.
"Guess you prefer cuties over me, huh, Mery?" Ankoku cried dramatically. He then showed the clean clothes he brought for Ombre, "Got these for you by the way, Ombs. Guess you'll have to take another shower, huh?" Ankoku said with a smirk, placing the clothes on the counter next to the two.
Merak, still buried deep inside Ombre, chuckled, "Well, isn't this a surprise? Care to join us, Ank?" he asked, his voice low and husky, his hips still moving slowly, fucking Ombre.
Ombre's wings fluttered nervously as he looked at Ankoku, his eyes wide with surprise. "Ankoku, you don't have to-"
Ankoku cut him off with a wave of his hand, "Nah, I won't join. Not in the mood right now actually, mine is a little sore from last night." He then winked at Merak, "If ya catch my drift, Merak." He then turned to Ombre, "You look like you're enjoying yourself, Ombs. That's a good thing. I'm happy for you." He chuckled, "Perhaps you should stop, Merak. Ombre seems to be in pain." Ankoku's voice was laced with concern, his eyes darting between Merak and Ombre. "You're not hurting him, are you, Mery?"
Merak chuckled, his hips still moving slowly, filling Ombre's ass with his thick cock. "Oh, he's not in pain, Ank. He's just enjoying the ride, aren't you, Omby?" He asked, his voice low and husky, his hands gripping Ombre's hips tightly.
Ombre whimpered, his wings fluttering softly. "It feels..." Ombre heaved, trying to breathe. He huffed badly, gripping the counter, "... hurts..." Ombre managed to gasp out, his wings fluttering wildly as Merak's cock hit his prostate again, sending jolts of pleasure-pain through his body. "That's it, Omby. Tell me how much it hurts. Tell me how much you love it," Merak growled, his hips snapping forward, fucking Ombre harder, deeper, his cock stretching him wide open.
Ankoku raised an eyebrow, leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest. "Well, this is certainly...
interesting," Ankoku mused, his eyes darkening slightly as he watched Merak fuck Ombre, his hips moving in a steady rhythm, his cock disappearing inside Ombre's tight ass with each thrust. "But I still think you should be gentler with him, Mery. He's not like you and me, you know."
Merak chuckled, his hips never losing their rhythm. "Oh, I know, Ank. But Omby here likes it rough."
"Well," Ankoku leaned into Merak's face, "I do~" He got so close, nearly kissing Merak.
Merak chuckled, before he stopped his thrusts. He then pulled out, feeling wet and sticky substances on him. "Perhaps we could stop now, Ombre needs to shower anyways." Ankoku gestured towards the clothes he brought, "Those are for you, Ombs. I'll leave you two alone now." With that, Ankoku left the bathroom, leaving Merak and Ombre alone.
Merak slowly pulled out of Ombre, making him gasp at the sudden emptiness. "Fuck, daddy... it's... it's too much," Ombre panted, his wings fluttering as he tried to catch his breath. Merak chuckled, "I know, Omby. But you took it like a champ.
You did so well, Omby," Merak praised, his voice softening as he helped Ombre stand up straight. He turned the shower on, letting the water warm up before guiding Ombre inside. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up."
Ombre stepped into the shower, his wings brushing against the walls slightly. He let out a soft sigh as the warm water cascaded down his body, washing away the remnants of their encounter. Merak joined him, grabbing a washcloth and some soap, gently cleaning Ombre's body, careful not to touch his still-hard, caged cock.
"I know it's hard, Omby, but you can't come, remember?" Merak said, his voice gentle yet firm. "I know, daddy," Ombre replied, his voice soft, his wings flapping softly as he tried to adjust to the intense sensations of being cleaned by Merak. "Good boy," Merak murmured, his hands lingering on Ombre's wings, cleaning them meticulously. "You have such beautiful wings, Omby. They're so soft, so delicate." He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss on one of Ombre's wings, making him shiver.
Once Merak was finished, he dried up Ombre, before putting his clothes on, "Now, remember. No self-harm crap anymore, yeah?" Merak's voice was stern, a stark contrast to the soft tone he'd used earlier. He was looking at Ombre, his eyes serious, demanding an answer.
Ombre nodded, his wings flapping softly in agreement. "I promise, Merak. No more... accidents." He looked down, his eyes avoiding Merak's gaze. He knew Merak was referring to the time he'd cut himself, something he hadn't done in years, but the memory still haunted him.
Merak reached out, tilting Ombre's chin up with his fingers, forcing him to meet his gaze. "Good." Merak then glanced at Ombre's cage length, "I'm going to keep the chastity cage on, yeah? Keep you nice and stimulated for the next month, hm? Keep you nice and wet for me, yeah?" Merak added, a playful smirk on his lips. "A month? But, Merak, I don't know if I can-" Merak silenced him with a quick kiss, his tongue pushing into Ombre's mouth, claiming him. "You can, and you will. You'll learn to control your urges, to wait for my command. And in return, I'll make sure you come harder than you ever have before." He pulled back, his eyes dark with lust. "Now, go sit on the couch.
I'll bring you some water," Merak instructed, giving Ombre's ass a light smack as he walked past him. Ombre yelped, his wings fluttering as he rubbed his stinging cheek. "Hey! That hurt!" he protested, but Merak just chuckled, "Good. It'll remind you who's in charge." Ombre huffed, but did as he was told, flopping down onto the couch, his wings draping over the back. Merak returned a moment later with a glass of water, which he handed to Ombre. "Here, drink up.
You lost a lot of... fluids," Merak said, a mischievous glint in his eye as he handed Ombre the glass. Ombre rolled his eyes but took the glass, downing the water in a few large gulps. As he handed the empty glass back to Merak, he noticed Ankoku leaning against the doorway, watching them with a curious expression.
"Still no luck with the whole 'not being naked around others' thing, huh, Ombs?" Ankoku teased, a smirk playing on his lips. He chuckled, before heading to the kitchen, "What do y'all wanna eat, hm?" Merak asked, opening the fridge and peeking inside. "Something light, maybe? Ombre needs to recover, after all."
Ombre blushed, his wings fluttering nervously as he pulled the blanket tighter around himself. "I could go for some spaghetti, maybe?" he suggested, his voice soft. "Sounds good to me," Ankoku agreed, pushing off from the doorway and joining Merak in the kitchen. "I'll help you make it, Mery."
Merak smiled, "Thanks, Ank. That'd be great." He then turned to Ombre, "You just relax, Omby.
I'll bring you a plate once it's ready." Merak said, his voice softening as he looked at Ombre.
Ombre nodded, snuggling deeper into the couch, his wings fluttering softly as he watched Merak and Ankoku move around the kitchen, their laughter filling the small apartment. He couldn't help but feel a warmth spread through him, a contentment he hadn't felt in a long time. This was what he'd been missing, this sense of belonging, of family.
He'd spent so long alone, hiding away, afraid of being seen, of being judged. But with Merak and Ankoku, he felt safe, accepted. He felt like he could be himself, fully and completely, without fear of reprisal.
The smell of garlic and tomatoes filled the air, making Ombre's stomach rumble. He laughed softly, his wings fluttering as he clutched his stomach. Merak looked over, a warm smile on his face. "Sounds like someone's hungry," he teased, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
"Here, have some bread while you wait," Ankoku said, bringing over a basket of garlic bread, still warm from the oven. He placed it on the coffee table in front of Ombre, giving him a wink. "Thanks, Ank," Ombre murmured, his wings fluttering softly as he reached for a piece, tearing off a chunk and popping it into his mouth. He let out a soft moan, his eyes fluttering closed as the buttery, garlicky goodness melted on his tongue.
Merak smiled, before pulling out a remote. A sudden jolt of pleasure filled Ombre as he tried not to moan.
"M-merak... please.. not now..." Ombre begged, his legs shaking.
The vibrations from the chastity cage were already driving him crazy, and now Merak was adding to it with the remote. "Not now, Omby. You're not allowed to come until I say so," Merak reminded him, his voice firm yet gentle. He turned off the remote, silencing the vibrations, but the heat in Ombre's cheeks remained. "Here, eat up before it gets cold," Merak said, handing him a plate of steaming spaghetti, topped with homemade marinara sauce and grated parmesan cheese. The scent was rich and inviting, making Ombre's mouth water.
"Is this a punishment?" Ombre asked, complaining about how he has to wear a chastity cage, "I mean, why do I have to wear this?" He gestured to the cage, his wings fluttering nervously, "It's not like I'm going to just... masturbate or something."
Merak chuckled, sitting down next to him on the couch, "It's not about that, Omby. It's about control. It's about showing you that you can wait, that you can hold off on your pleasure until I say so. It's about trust, Omby. Trust that I know what's best for you, trust that I won't leave you hanging. It's also keeping you distracted from hurting yourself." Merak's voice was gentle but firm, his eyes holding a hint of concern. "I know you've been struggling, Omby. But I'm here for you. We're here for you," he said, gesturing to both himself and Ankoku, who had taken a seat on the other side of Ombre. Ankoku nodded in agreement, his eyes soft with understanding.
Ombre looked down, his wings drooping slightly as he picked at his food. "I just... I don't want to be a burden," he admitted softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "You're not a burden, Omby.
Quite the opposite, actually," Merak replied, his voice soft yet firm. "You bring something special to this dynamic, something that Ank and I can't provide for each other. You're our light, our joy. You make our days brighter just by being you."
Ankoku nodded in agreement, "Yeah, what Merak said. You're our family, Ombs. We're in this together, remember? Whatever you're going through, we're here for you. Always."
Ombre looked up, his star-pupiled eyes meeting Merak's gaze, then Ankoku's. He sighed, before grumbling, "But do I have to wear a chastity cage under my clothes in public...? You know I hate humiliation." Ombre's wings fluttered nervously as he picked at his spaghetti, avoiding Merak's gaze. "It's not about humiliation, Omby. It's about control and trust. You're not going to be walking around with a tent in your pants, are you?" Merak replied, his voice calm and steady. "And besides, it's not like anyone will know except for me and Ank. It's our little secret."
Ankoku chuckled, "Yeah, and it's kind of hot, isn't it?
Knowing that you're all tied up and ready for us, anytime, anywhere." He winked at Ombre, a mischievous glint in his eye.
Ombre blushed, his wings fluttering nervously. "I guess... I guess it is a little," he admitted softly, his eyes darting between Merak and Ankoku. "That's the spirit," Merak said, giving Ombre's knee a gentle squeeze. "Now, finish your dinner. You need to keep your strength up."
Ombre nodded, doing as he was told, twirling his spaghetti around his fork and taking a bite."But what if I don't like having... y'know... all the time? I hated it before, and I hate it more now!" Ombre grumbled, eating the spaghetti, "This is also real good by the way." He took another bite, his wings fluttering softly.
"Glad you like it, Omby," Merak replied, his eyes softening as he watched Ombre eat. "You know, I've been thinking," Merak said, his voice thoughtful, "About how we can make this living situation work for all of us." He leaned back against the couch, his arm draped casually over the back, his fingers brushing against Ombre's wings.
"What do you mean?" Ombre asked, his wings fluttering softly as he turned to face Merak, his plate now empty.
Ankoku leaned in, his eyes curious as well.
"Well, I was thinking," Merak began, his fingers absently stroking the soft feathers of Ombre's wings, "That we could all have our own spaces, but also share some common areas. Like, I could take the bedroom, since I need the most space for my stuff, and you two could share the living room. I could soundproof the room, so you won't have to hear us... you know, when we're being loud." He winked at them, a playful smirk on his lips.
"Merak?" Ombre muttered. "What if I don't like doing... sex... all the time? I hated it before, and I hate it more now!"
Ombre grumbled, his wings twitching nervously as he shifted on the couch. "But Omby, you haven't given it a fair chance," Merak replied, his voice calm and steady. "You've only had it on for a little while. It might grow on you, like a... comfortable pair of shoes." Ankoku chuckled, "Or a favorite pair of underwear, am I right, Mery?" He nudged Merak playfully, making him laugh.
"Yeah, something like that," Merak agreed, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
"Yeah, but that doesn't mean you could just... use me like this. I'm not a toy!" Ombre said, wrapping the blanket over him, holding the spaghetti close to him. "I'm... I'm not a sex toy you can use and throw away." Ombre's voice was firm, his wings rustling as he shifted on the couch, pulling the blanket tighter around himself. Merak and Ankoku exchanged a glance, a silent understanding passing between them. Merak leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees as he turned to face Ombre.
"Omby, that's not what this is about," he said, his voice gentle yet serious. "This isn't about using you. It's about exploring our desires, our boundaries, together. It's about consensual, safe, and fun experiences. You're not a toy, you're our partner, our friend."
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