Chapter 4: Chapter 4
It was morning. The sun shined as its light entered the confines of the apartment.
Ombre lay on the couch, dizzy, sore, tired. His wings fluttered weakly, his body aching from the night before. He couldn't believe what had happened, what he had let happen. He had never felt so out of control, so completely at someone else's mercy. And yet, there was a part of him that craved it, that wanted more.
Merak entered the room, carrying a tray with breakfast. He set it down on the coffee table, his eyes filled with concern as he took in Ombre's state. "How are you feeling, Omby?" he asked softly, sitting down on the edge of the couch.
Ombre tried to sit up, but winced at the soreness in his body. Merak's eyes widened with worry. "Here, let me help you," he said, gently lifting Ombre's head and placing it in his lap. Ombre sighed, closing his eyes as Merak's fingers began to massage his temples. "I'm fine, Merak," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "You don't have to baby me." Merak chuckled softly, "I know I don't, but I want to.
Besides, someone's gotta take care of you after last night." Ombre blushed, his wings fluttering nervously at the mention of the previous night's events. "I can take care of myself, Merak," he insisted, trying to sit up again, but Merak's hand on his chest held him down. "And do a fantastic job at it, too," Merak agreed, "But everyone needs a helping hand sometimes, Omby. Even you." Ombre sighed, giving up on his struggle to sit up.
Ombre looked down at his legs - that were trembling and numb - and groaned.
"This is embarrassing," he muttered, his cheeks flushing pink. Merak chuckled, his fingers still massaging Ombre's temples. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about, Omby. You were amazing last night." Ombre blushed even harder, his wings fluttering nervously. "I didn't do anything," he mumbled, his eyes cast downwards. Merak frowned, tilting Ombre's chin up so their eyes met. "Hey, that's not true. You were brave, and you trusted us. That's huge, Omby." Ombre looked away, his wings drooping slightly.
"I guess," he mumbled, his voice barely audible. Merak smiled softly, his thumb brushing against Ombre's cheek. "No guessing, Omby. You were incredible. And if you don't believe me, ask Ankoku." Ombre's eyes widened, his head snapping up to look at Merak. "Ankoku?" he asked, his voice filled with panic. "Where is he?" Merak chuckled, "He's in the kitchen, making more breakfast. He wanted to make sure you had enough to eat after...
well, you know," Merak said, a mischievous glint in his eye. Ombre's cheeks flushed pink, his wings fluttering nervously. "I don't want to see him," he mumbled, trying to sit up again, but Merak's hand on his chest held him down. "Why not, Omby? Don't tell me you're embarrassed," Merak teased, his fingers still massaging Ombre's temples. "I am," Ombre admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I can't believe I let you guys do that to me.
I can't even look at you without blushing," Ombre muttered, looking away from Merak.
Merak chuckled, "And that's exactly why we did it, Omby. You're too uptight, too worried about what people think. We wanted to help you let go, to live a little."
Ombre sighed, "I know, I know. I just...I've never done anything like that before. I mean, I've had sex, but not like that. Not with...with multiple people at once."
Merak nodded, understanding.
"I get it, Omby. It's a big deal, and it's okay to feel overwhelmed. But you know what? You were amazing. You trusted us, and you let go. That's something to be proud of, not embarrassed about."
Ombre looked up at Merak, his eyes searching. "You really think so?"
Merak smiled warmly. "I do. And so does Ankoku. He's been in the kitchen, whistling and humming like he's on cloud nine. I think you made him pretty happy last night."
Ombre blushed, his wings fluttering softly.
"He has?" he asked, a small smile playing on his lips. Merak nodded, chuckling. "Yep. And he's been checking on you every five minutes, making sure you're comfortable. He even made you some tea, but I told him to let you sleep." Ombre's heart warmed at the thought of Ankoku taking care of him. He had never had anyone do that for him before, and it felt...nice.
"I should go thank him," Ombre said, trying to sit up again, but Merak's hand on his chest held him down.
"Not yet, Omby. Remember what Ankoku said? You won't be able to walk for a week because of what he did! Haha!"
Merak laughed, "I don't think Ankoku was exaggerating." At that moment, Ankoku walked in, carrying a tray laden with pancakes, eggs, bacon, and a steaming cup of tea. He set it down on the coffee table, his eyes flicking to Ombre. "Morning, Omby," he said, his voice casual, like nothing had happened the night before. Ombre blushed, his wings fluttering nervously. "Good morning," he mumbled, avoiding Ankoku's gaze. Ankoku smirked, sitting down on the other side of the couch.
"You're looking a little...flustered, Omby. Everything alright?" he asked, his voice laced with amusement. Ombre blushed even harder, his wings twitching nervously. "I'm fine," he muttered, still avoiding Ankoku's gaze. Merak chuckled, "He's just embarrassed, Ankoku. Give him a break." Ankoku raised an eyebrow, "Embarrassed? Why? We all had fun last night, didn't we?" he asked, his eyes gleaming with mischief. Ombre's blush deepened, his wings drooping slightly.
"Shut up!" Ombre groaned, "You lied to me last night too. You said, and I quote, "Yellow to pause, red to stop," And when I said either, you didn't listen!" Ombre pouted, crossing his arms as he laid down. "That's not fair, Ankoku. You took advantage of me."
Ankoku chuckled, "Is that what you think happened, Omby? Because from where I was standing, you seemed to be enjoying yourself quite a bit."
Ombre's blush deepened, his wings fluttering nervously. "Well, yeah, but...that's not the point," he stammered, avoiding Ankoku's gaze. Merak, sensing Ombre's discomfort, interjected, "Alright, alright, let's not dwell on last night too much. Omby, you should eat something.
You need to keep your strength up," Merak said, gesturing to the tray of food Ankoku had brought in. Ombre looked at the food, his stomach rumbling at the sight of it. He hadn't realized how hungry he was until now. "I guess I could eat a little," he admitted, sitting up slowly, wincing at the soreness in his body. Ankoku smirked, pushing the tray closer to Ombre. "See, I told you you'd be hungry after all that exercise," he teased, earning him a glare from Ombre.
Ombre tried to sit up, but that led to him letting out a noise, "Ahh... ah..." Ombre moaned, before falling back down, "... This sucks." Ombre groaned, sinking back into the couch cushions. Merak chuckled, "What's wrong, Omby? Sore muscles?" He handed Ombre a plate piled high with pancakes, eggs, and bacon. "Yeah, you could say that," Ombre muttered, taking the plate from Merak. Ankoku snorted, "That's what you get for being such a good sport last night." He winked at Ombre, who blushed and looked away. "Shut up, Ankoku," Ombre mumbled, picking at his food.
Merak laughed, "Leave him alone, Ankoku. Can't you see he's still embarrassed?" Ankoku grinned, "I'm just teasing, Omby. You know I can't resist your blushes." Ombre rolled his eyes, but a small smile played on his lips. He took a bite of his pancakes, his eyes widening at the taste. "These are amazing, Ankoku," he said, his voice muffled by the food in his mouth. Ankoku beamed, "I'm glad you like them.
I put some extra love in them this morning." He leaned back, his eyes flicking between Ombre and Merak. "So, what's the plan for today? We should probably do something low-key, considering...you know," he said, nodding towards Ombre.
Merak nodded in agreement, "Yeah, maybe we could watch a movie or something. That way, Omby can rest and recover."
Ombre blushed at the mention of his current state, "I'm fine, really. And the last time we watched a movie - that being last night - it led to this, so I don't think I want to right now. No flashbacks for me." Ankoku laughed, "Oh, come on, Omby. Don't be like that. We had fun, didn't we?" He nudged Ombre playfully, making him blush even harder. "I-I guess," Ombre stammered, avoiding Ankoku's gaze. Merak chuckled, "Alright, alright, let's change the subject. How about we go out for lunch instead? We can find a place with a wheelchair entrance, so Omby doesn't have to walk." Ombre's eyes widened, "I don't need a wheelchair, Merak.
I can walk just fine," he insisted, sitting up straighter, only to wince at the ache in his muscles. Ankoku chuckled, "Oh, really? Because from where I'm sitting, you look like you could use one." He leaned back, smirking at Ombre's discomfort. Ombre glared at Ankoku, "I said I'm fine," he snapped, crossing his arms. Merak sighed, "Omby, don't be stubborn. We just want to make sure you're comfortable. Besides, it's not like we're going to some fancy restaurant.
Just a little place down the street that has great burgers." Ombre sighed, knowing he was outnumbered. "Fine," he muttered, sinking back into the couch cushions. "But I'm not using a wheelchair." Merak smiled, "Deal. Now, finish your breakfast. We'll leave after you're done." Ombre picked at his food, stealing glances at Ankoku, who was still smirking at him. "What?" Ombre finally snapped, his cheeks flushing pink. Ankoku chuckled, "Nothing, Omby.
Just admiring the view." He winked, making Ombre blush even harder. Merak rolled his eyes, "Ankoku, stop teasing him. You know he's still self-conscious about last night." Ankoku held up his hands in surrender, "Alright, alright. I'll behave...for now." He turned his attention back to his own breakfast, leaving Ombre to finish his in peace. Once they were all done eating, Merak began clearing the plates. "Alright, Omby, let's get you ready to go," he said, turning to face Ombre.
"Nooo," Ombre whined, "Make Ankoku shower first!"
"Fine, fine," Merak chuckled, "Ankoku, go shower. You smelly caveman." Ombre stuck his tongue out at Ankoku, who laughed and ruffled Ombre's hair as he walked past him on his way to the bathroom.
Merak chuckled, "Don't encourage him, Omby. He'll never shower if you keep calling him a caveman." Ombre giggled, "I know. But it's so much fun to tease him." Merak shook his head, smiling, "You two are impossible."
With Ankoku...
Ankoku removed his clothes as he entered the warm shower, his body shivered, a sudden urge filling him as he stood alone in the shower.
He gripped his cock, already hard at the thought of Ombre, and began to stroke himself slowly. "Fuck," he hissed, leaning his head against the cool tile wall. He could still see Ombre's face, eyes wide with lust and trust, as he had taken him the night before. The memory was enough to make Ankoku's cock throb in his hand.
He quickened his pace, his strokes becoming more urgent, more desperate. He could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening as he chased his release.
He thought of Ombre's soft moans, the way his wings fluttered when he was turned on, and it pushed him over the edge. "Fuck, Ombre," he groaned, his cock pulsing in his hand as he came, his seed spilling onto the shower floor. He leaned against the wall, panting, his heart racing as he came down from his high.
Ankoku whined, pushing his body against the shower wall. He moved his hand to his asshole, huffing.
"Fuck, this is so fucking dirty," he muttered to himself, pushing a finger inside. He imagined it was Ombre's cock, thick and veiny, stretching him open. He added another finger, scissoring them inside himself, preparing for what was to come.
"Ankoku? You good?" Merak asked, brushing Ombre's hair.
"Y-yeah..." Ankoku answered, opening the drawer near the sink to find a dildo.
Large, veiny, and intimidating, it was a replica of Ombre's cock. Ankoku shoved himself onto the toilet seat, whimpering. He carefully sat onto it, biting his lip.
The dildo was thick, thicker than he remembered Ombre being, but he wanted to feel full, to feel stretched like Ombre had. He slowly lowered himself, his breath hitching as the head of the dildo breached his entrance. "Fuck," he muttered, his fingers digging into his thighs. He took a deep breath and pushed down further, his asshole stretching to accommodate the invader. It burned, but it felt good, so fucking good. He continued to lower himself, until he had taken the entire length of the dildo.
He then put his underwear on, pants, then a red turtleneck sweater. He held a remote in his hand, before turning it on.
The dildo began to vibrate, making Ankoku gasp. "Fuck, that's intense," he muttered, his grip tightening on his thighs. He started to move, slowly at first, but quickly gaining speed. He bounced up and down, his asshole stretched tight around the dildo, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through his body. He could feel his orgasm building again, his cock hardening once more.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he chanted, holding his legs together. He remembered that Merak dared him to do a challenge that required a dildo and in order to beat it, he needed to keep it inside him for a day without release.
Ankoku, the competitive person he was, accepted the challenge without hesitation. He was now on his fourth hour, and the dildo was still vibrating inside him, filling him, stretching him. He was sweating, his body aching from the constant stimulation, but he refused to give up.
He thought about Ombre, about how he had felt inside him last night. The way his cock had stretched him open, the way he had filled him completely. He remembered the way Ombre had looked at him, with lust and hunger in his eyes, and it made Ankoku's cock twitch.
He exited the bathroom, fully dressed to see Ombre tackling Merak for being mean to him. Somehow - despite the numbness in his legs - he was able to bonked Merak with a spoon.
Merak yelped, rubbing his head. "Ow, Omby! That hurt!" Ombre giggled, "Good! That's for being mean to me!" Ankoku chuckled, watching the two of them from the doorway. "You two are something else," he muttered, shaking his head. Ombre turned to face Ankoku, a smirk on his face, "Yeah, as if!"
Ankoku shrugged, a smirk playing on his lips. "Heheh..." Ankoku clenched his legs tighter, biting his lip, "S-so... Are we going now?" Ankoku asked, crossing his arms.
"I'm ready when you both are." Merak, still rubbing his head, glared at Ombre. "You're lucky I love you, Omby. Otherwise, I'd make you walk." Ombre giggled, "Yeah, yeah. You love me too much to make me walk." Merak rolled his eyes, but a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "Alright, let's go. But no more tackling, Omby.
We don't want you to hurt yourself," Merak said, giving Ombre a stern look. Ombre laughed, "I won't, I promise. Besides, I think Ankoku's got the whole 'taking care of me' thing covered." He winked at Ankoku, who smirked in response. "You got that right, Omby," Ankoku said, his voice laced with amusement. "Now, let's get going before I change my mind about this whole 'low-key' day." He turned and headed towards the door, leaving Merak and Ombre to follow.
As they stepped out into the hallway, Ombre stumbled slightly, his legs still weak from the night before. Ankoku was by his side in an instant, his arm wrapping around Ombre's waist to steady him. "Careful, Omby," he murmured, his breath hot on Ombre's ear. Ombre blushed, but he didn't pull away from Ankoku's touch. Instead, he leaned into it, enjoying the warmth and comfort it provided. Merak watched them with a soft smile, his heart swelling with affection for both of them.