In Pursuit Of Something Better ~ Part 6

In Pursuit of Something Better ~ Part 6

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Delta and Pebble complete chores together.

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During Secondo’s papacy, the ghouls were only let outside at certain times, much like dogs. Two, hour long intervals, once in the morning at 10 AM after breakfast, the second at 6 PM after dinner. More often than not, the ghouls would have to sacrifice this free time outdoors completing their chores, especially if these chores were in the garden, lake, or cemetery. This was another one of Secondo’s cruel entrapments: to refuse the ghouls to complete outdoor chores outside of outside time. And, of course, they would be punished for it if they failed to finish. Secondo’s favorite method of punishment was a spell titled Spiritus Privatio in the Grimoire, which essentially suffocated its victim to near death. Delta knew this all too well; being a water ghoul, it was especially torturous when he has had no prior experience of needing to hold his breath.

Delta was the one subjected to Secondo’s cruelty the most, having such a loose grip on his temper. He found himself collared in the basement multiple times a week, having lashed out at his Papa for one of his disgusting choices, or simply refusing to complete his duties as an act of rebellion. He was not necessarily in the wrong for his behavior, and Omega knew this, but the quintessence ghoul also knew that it was safer to stay silent. This moral disagreement between them sparked many fights, verbal and physical, tearing them apart from each other. The last time they embraced each other was the day Earth was banished. Earth and Delta were as thick as thieves, involved in each other’s lives almost to a fault.

One of the first things Terzo graciously granted the ghouls was two entire days off a week. Of course, they could not all have a day off at the same time apart from holidays that the ministry celebrated, which was also another gift from Terzo. He wanted to treat his ghouls and make them more comfortable, but work still needed to be done.

It was the second Wednesday of October, and a soft wind nipped at Delta’s cheeks. Wind bothered him more than his companion, Pebble, due to the fact that his skin was constantly producing a layer of water to keep it moist. Pebble was unaffected by pretty much any type of weather. Wednesdays were theirs and Alpha’s day of work, Alpha being assigned the task of washing dishes after mealtimes and Delta being assigned to clean the lake of any litter. Pebble had already finished his chores, which was tidying the many office and conference rooms of the ministry, so he tagged along with his friend.

“I shouldn’t have to do this in October,” Delta complained as they walked towards the lake, “it is too cold. I want to do the dishes.”

“If you told him that he might let you.” Pebble said. “I like the lake, I can do this by myself. Why don’t you-“

”I don’t want you to do it by yourself.”

”But you’re freezing.”

“I’m fine.”

The two made it to the dock, which Alpha had recently repaired a broken plank of. It was a completely different color than the rest of the muted brown wood, the new plank being almost merlot. Pebble immediately went for the trash can, tugging on the plastic bag. Delta picked up some litter further out on the dock, looking out at the gentle waves beneath the graying sky.

It was moments like these that made the water ghoul falter. He was suddenly thrusted back in time, sitting down at the edge of the dock some years ago, before Secondo. His head laid on the shoulder of Earth, tails intertwined from behind them, watching contently as the larger ghoul tossed dried corn out to the ducks that seemed to have indefinitely migrated recently.

”You can’t give ducks bread,” Earth would tell him every time they spent their time together like this, “it is bad for them.”

And Delta loved to hear it. He loved to hear Earth’s random tidbits of information, even when he had heard it plenty. Perhaps it was the way Earth would explain things to him without belittling and degrading him, making him feel intelligent for asking questions rather than stupid for not knowing the answers. Aero constantly made a show of how smart he was, only caring to speak to the other ghouls when it could prove his intellect. Alpha thought more with his emotions, something Delta could relate to, yet did not want to be part of. Omega was so judgemental, so paranoid about everything, it was impossible to have a conversation with him. Pebble was immature. Not stupid, but blissfully ignorant unless the truth was being dangled right in front of his nose. If Delta was being honest, he did not know what drew him to the ghoul so much. Perhaps it was nothing but the shared element between him and the one he lost.

He snapped out his thoughts as Pebble dragged the bag off of the dock. Delta sighed, looking down for a moment and then turning around to follow Pebble, picking up trash all around the lake. They made it halfway around, not finding much trash, before Pebble seemed to have read Delta's mind.

“Question.” Pebble spoke suddenly, startling Delta.

“Hm?” Delta didn't look at Pebble, continuing to watch his own feet step across the ground peppered with frost.

“What was Earth like?”

Delta's eyes widened beneath his mask, though he was not required to wear it in the ministry anymore. It was out of habit entirely, the shared quirk being the only thing he really had in common with the quintessence ghoul of the pack. His steps slowed in surprise, before returning to his previous pace, clasping his hands together behind his back.

“What do you wanna know that for?” He asked.

“You talk about him a lot,” Pebble said with a shrug of his shoulders, the trash bag thrown over his right one, “it's just weird not being the first earth ghoul when you guys are the first of your elements.”

Delta chuckled dryly, nodding. “Yeah. Earth was… Well I liked him a lot. ‘Til he did what he did, yeah. He was great. Don’t worry, you’re a good earth ghoul, if that’s why you’re thinking of that.”

“What happened?” Pebble tilted his head, looking up at Delta. Delta looked down at him, uncertainty in his eyes.

“What do you mean?” Delta asked. “You don’t know?”

Pebble shook his head. Delta hesitated before speaking, his breath a bit shaky.

“He uh… Did some pretty dumb things, I suppose.”

“Like?” Pebble pushed, lacking the emotional intelligence to understand Delta was uncomfortable. Delta wanted to tell him no, that he didn't want to talk about it. But it felt like the word ‘no’ vanished from his vocabulary when he spoke to Pebble.

“Apparently he made some kind of advancement on Secondo.” Delta sighed, hurt apparent in his now glistening eyes. “Secondo didn't like it. But… I don't understand.” Delta didn't realize he completely stopped walking, becoming enveloped in his thoughts and emotions. He began to raise his voice.

“He never rubbed me the wrong way like that. He was so clear about his relationship with me, at least with the other ghouls. I don't understand, why would he ever cheat on me with fucking Secondo? Someone I hate so much!”

Delta roared a pained growl, swinging his foot forward and kicking a nearby rock into the water in which he internally personified as his former partner. Pebble stood, frozen, watching Delta's meltdown. Delta dropped to crouch as the rock soared through the air, throwing his mask off and burying his face in his webbed hands as he began to sob. It was weeks worth of bottled emotion, Alpha constantly stuffing it in his mind that Earth was nothing to cry over, that Earth was disloyal, a liar, a hypocrite and a fake. Of course, Alpha said these things in a more gentle and empathetic tone, but the message was clear. Yet it did not make it any less confusing, he would never have any closure, any confirmed truth. Unless he went directly to Secondo, which he knew he would never. There would always be that weight in Delta's mind.

Pebble rubbed Delta's back in an attempt to comfort him, having dropped the trash bag and letting the contents spill onto the ground. His friend was more important than chores right now. Delta's skin greedily devoured each tear that streamed down his face, rehydrating his skin in a self sustaining cycle. It was fascinating for Pebble to watch.

“That is just how some people turn out to be,” Pebble offered, though he was not the most empathetic ghoul, “people lie.”

“It is so hard,” Delta choked out, “I don't understand, why would he lie? For Secondo? He was too smart for that!”

“You said Earth tried to sleep with Secondo?”

Delta nodded, clutching at his eternally wet gray hair. Pebble narrowed his eyes in thought.

“Secondo was probably lying then I bet.”

Delta sniffed, wiping his eyes, but his emotion was still very much present in his voice and expression.

“It wasn’t even Secondo who told me! Alpha did!” He gasped, his voice hoarse.

“How did Alpha know?”

“He was on laundry duty and said he walked in on Earth on his fucking knees in front of Secondo.”

“Damn.” Pebble murmured under his breath. He continued to rub Delta's back, his fingers climbing up to caress his damp hair.

“I can imagine how frustrating it is. But I think it’s better not knowing, yeah? At least I’d rather not know than see that.”

Delta nodded under Pebble’s gentle touch, the light scratching of his claws soothing him. His mind was still racing, and he did not necessarily agree with Pebble. Part of him didn't want to know, but the other wanted closure. If only he were a quintessence ghoul, so he could see Alpha’s memories for himself. But he was not. He was a measly water ghoul, face dripping onto the dying grass below him as his own tears overhydrated him.

“Omega-“ Delta choked, pushing himself up and clearing his throat as he pulled himself towards the trash on the ground, “where is Omega? Today, today… Today is Tuesday- no no, Wednesday. Megs is off!”

Delta began scooping the fallen trash into the white plastic bag, the webs between his fingers siding him in the process. Pebble helped, though he continued looking at Delta.

“Huh?”

“I’ll ask Omega to do it,” Delta smiled for once. “And it’s so easy to tell if Megs is lying.”

“You think he will?” Pebble smiled back. Delta shrugged dismissively, picked up the bag, almost dragging Pebble with it as he slung it over his shoulder and began walking urgently back to the building.

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Gifts of the Sabbath (Part 2)

TerzOmega ~ Smut below the cut

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Chapter 1 Ao3 Version

Omega gives Terzo roses. Terzo gives Omega... something else.

When they finally made it to the bedside after what felt like an eternity, Omega was allowed to sit up on his knees. Omega could see that there was another black box waiting for them on the bed. He swallowed hard; Terzo had been scheming. Omega felt antsy.

“These seem to have gotten awfully tight,” Terzo said, gesturing to his black lace panties. He was right. Terzo’s bulge was straining hard against the fabric, the seams protesting. “I think I’ll need your help getting them off, amore.” His voice was positively dripping with lust. Omega eagerly reached up to remove them, but Terzo moved to stop him, tutting. 

“Not with your hands.” Terzo smiled down at him wickedly. Omega whimpered. He tried his best to do as he was told. He grabbed at the lace with his teeth, taking great care not to accidentally graze Terzo’s skin with his fangs or rip the delicate material. It was a frustrating process, and Omega was surprised to find the humiliation welcoming. He could feel the heat coming off of Terzo, could smell the vanilla on his skin. Finally Omega freed Terzo’s hips and allowed the underwear to shimmy down his legs, Terzo kicking them off haphazardly. Terzo stood at attention, reddened and glistening with precum. Omega salivated at the sight. Omega moved to grab him, but again Terzo stopped him.

“Ah ah, not yet, bello. I have one more gift for you. That was practice.” Practice for what? Terzo sat on the bed, reaching back behind him for the black box. Omega could see that there were multiple objects in the box, but couldn’t make out what they were. What Terzo pulled out, though, was a pair of pink, fuzzy handcuffs. Omega’s stomach dropped. He didn’t know if his body could handle all of this in one day.

“Will you wear these? Is that ok?” Terzo asked, speaking softly, looking at him directly. Omega nodded before he could even get the question out. Terzo knelt down behind him, securing his arms together. The cuffs just barely fit, but they didn’t dig into his skin. They were flimsy; he could easily break them if he wanted to. No real danger, should anything happen. He could work with this. 

Terzo sat back down on the bed, leaning back on his palms. Omega inched closer to him on his knees, face pleading. Omega was so close to Terzo that he could almost taste him, but he waited. Terzo smiled fondly at him and nodded. “Go ahead.”

Unable to use his hands, Omega caught Terzo with his mouth. He closed his eyes and hummed, savoring the taste. He trailed his forked tongue over veins and swirled around the tip, making sure to be careful of his fangs. Terzo moaned low and grabbed the back of Omega’s head with one hand. Omega was throbbing, already hard again. He worked Terzo, wanting to hear more of his beautiful noises. But just as those noises were growing louder, Terzo tugged at Omega’s hair, asking him to pull away. Omega was disappointed, but listened, spit trailing as he released him. 

“You’ve had your taste, amore. Now, on the bed. Up,” Terzo directed, catching his breath, running a finger along the underside of Omega’s jaw. He helped Omega stand on shaky legs. Once he was situated at the foot of the bed, Terzo did something he wasn’t expecting. He tied Omega’s leash to the intricate wrought iron bedframe, giving him about a foot of slack. Enough to sit comfortably, but not enough to reach any further on the bed. At the other end of the bed in front of him was a stack of pillows. Terzo proceeded to situate himself on them, propping himself up. Omega had a spectacular view of everything. Especially his face. 

Omega could be in for more than he bargained for.

Terzo gave himself a few quick strokes, then opened the black box beside him and pulled out a bottle. He made a show of spreading his legs for Omega, running his hands up his inner thighs. Terzo coated his fingers with lube and slipped one inside, sighing with relief. He stared directly at Omega as he fingered himself, eye contact growing so intense that Omega wanted to look away, but he couldn’t; he was entranced. Omega’s face and chest were flushed a dark purple. Terzo threw his head back with a groan as he added a second finger, thrusting slowly. He started curling his fingers upwards, massaging his prostate. Precum dripped onto Terzo’s stomach. Omega whined at the sight, his own cock aching and dripping onto the bed.

Terzo withdrew, apparently satisfied with his preparation. What was he preparing for when Omega was restrained at the other end of the bed, though? Omega was getting more anxious by the second.

Terzo opened the black box again, this time pulling out a toy: a large purple dildo with a flared base. Omega’s heart sank as Terzo lubed up the toy, looking at him as he stroked it teasingly. Omega’s cock jumped and he felt a twinge of jealousy; it should be him getting all that attention. At least Omega was bigger than the toy, he thought to himself.

Terzo lay back again, legs spread even wider this time. The collar began to feel tighter and more restrictive by the second. Terzo hissed as he inserted the tip. His face contorted in pleasure as he slowly pushed the toy inside, moaning. Omega strained against the leash, choking himself in his need to get closer. He was lightheaded as he watched Terzo fuck himself. His thrusts started long and slow, nearly pulling all the way out on each stroke. Terzo let out a dreamy sigh, again looking Omega directly in the eyes. Omega’s cock was weeping.

As Terzo’s speed built, so did the heat inside of Omega. He felt like he could combust at any second. Terzo was moaning and sweating as he began to move his hips in time with his thrusts. Terzo’s free hand gripped the sheets, and then his cock. He pumped himself in time with his thrusts, his noises growing louder and more needy. Omega was huffing and sweating, desperate to touch Terzo, to be inside of him. He thought very seriously about breaking the handcuffs and untying himself, but he didn’t. He waited. He wanted to be good.

Suddenly Terzo stopped. He released himself and withdrew the toy. He caught his breath for a moment, and then he sat up. He crawled towards Omega. Omega’s heart raced impossibly faster. Terzo got close enough that Omega could feel the heat coming off of him. He was just barely out of reach, no matter how hard he tried. And he did try, nearly choking himself out in his need to touch Terzo. Terzo grinned down at Omega.

Terzo reached out and ran his fingers through Omega’s hair soothingly with one hand, furiously working himself with the other. Terzo was so close to Omega, right in front of his face. Omega’s wrists burned. All he had to do was break these flimsy cuffs and he could touch Terzo. His chest was heaving, he was on the verge of tears. Lucifer help him, he needed to touch Terzo–

Terzo suddenly grabbed Omega by one of his horns, yanking him down to be on level with his cock. Terzo threw his head back with a shamelessly loud moan and came across Omega’s face, bathing it in warmth. Omega started panting, salivating. His hands strained at the cuffs, trying with all of his might to stay still. To not break them. He trembled. Be good. Be good. Please be good. For Terzo. He was so hard that it hurt. A single tear rolled down his unmarred cheek.

Terzo released Omega, leaning back on his palms for a few moments to catch his breath. He was sweaty but glowing. Omega thought he looked positively radiant, and that mischievous twinkle had yet to leave his eyes. Another tear escaped. Omega was still aching to touch him. Terzo reached out and caressed Omega’s cheek. Omega leaned into his touch.

“Look at you, bello. You are so beautiful like this. Such a good boy.” Terzo praised. “My perfect ghoul.” Omega felt like he was going to pass out. Terzo drew his hand away from Omega’s face, one of his fingers coated with his own cum. Omega quickly caught the digit with his mouth before Terzo could withdraw, greedily sucking it clean. Omega distantly thought about all of the teasing he’d heard over the years from clergy members about ghouls going into heat like animals. This must be what that would feel like. He felt crazed, feral. Out of control.

Terzo chuckled at his desperation.

“You’ve been so good for your Papa,” he spoke softly. He reached down the bed and grabbed the bottle of lube, filling his palm. When he finally grabbed Omega’s cock after what had felt like hours of it begging to be touched, Omega almost came on the spot. He bit his tongue against a shout, a strangled sound escaping instead. Omega felt like he was going to vibrate out of his body as Terzo slicked him, praying for what was next. Terzo leaned forward to grace his cheek with a lingering kiss. Omega didn’t move, didn’t dare disobey and ruin his chance at relief.

“Now I’m going to uncuff you, and you’re going to stay still like a good boy. Do you understand?” Omega nodded enthusiastically. Terzo reached behind Omega and undid the cuffs, allowing them to fall onto the bed. Omega let his arms rest at his sides but didn’t move, frozen in place. Terzo looked Omega directly in the eyes, his hand on the clasp to remove the leash from the collar.

“You’ve been such a good ghoul,” Terzo repeated. “Such a good ghoul that I’m going to let you fuck me now. Is that what you want?” Omega whimpered and nodded, unable to find his voice. His breath was coming quick, almost hyperventilating. Terzo undid the leash, leaving the pink collar on Omega’s neck but freeing him from the bedframe. 

Omega immediately pounced on him, pushing him back onto the bed and wedging himself between Terzo’s thighs. When he entered Terzo, it was with a cry from both of them, Omega’s of relief, Terzo’s of overstimulation. Omega looked at Terzo with concern in his eyes but found himself unable to speak. 

“Nnn, don’t stop,” Terzo hissed, wanting to reassure Omega. His legs drew up Omega’s sides to wrap around his waist. Terzo’s nails scored down Omega’s back. His teeth bit into Omega’s shoulder, muffling his noises.

Omega began to thrust hard, resting his head on Terzo’s shoulder and looking down between them. He saw that Terzo was miraculously hard again. He watched himself fuck Terzo, a mesmerizing rhythm of in and out, in and out. He thrust harder, seeing a bulge in Terzo’s stomach in response. He swallowed hard. On second thought, he shouldn’t watch if he wanted to be able to last. That might be out of the question anyway, he thought. He was slipping quickly towards the edge. He needed to make Terzo cum first. He needed it with every fiber of his being.

He propped himself up, reaching down to grab Terzo’s cock. Omega began furiously stroking, trying to catch Terzo up to where he was currently teetering. Terzo moaned loudly, throwing his head back and grinding down on Omega. Terzo clung to Omega’s for dear life. Terzo had always been a vocal lover, but Omega was more grateful now than ever that the papal suite was in a secluded wing of the building.

Omega attempted to reach out to Terzo with his quintessence, to connect their minds in his need to come together, but Terzo shook his head. 

“Too much,” was all he panted, unable to manage anything else. Terzo was probably right; he didn’t think he could hang on for much longer as it was. He gave a particularly hard thrust, hoping to finish Terzo off, but it wasn’t enough.

“Omega!” Terzo was spurred into crying. Omega had been good for far too long, he couldn’t hold it back anymore. Terzo knew that saying his name drove Omega wild. Omega came with a pained yell, unable to stop his body’s reaction. He gnashed his teeth, snarling as he rode out the wave, but it kept coming. He felt so good that it almost hurt. It seemed unending, until slowly, mercifully, it began to ebb away. Unable to support his weight anymore, he slumped down on top of Terzo. Terzo let him lay there for a few minutes, stroking his back affectionately until he really was struggling to breathe.

“Amore. You are crushing me,” he said reluctantly, not wanting to lose his weight. Seeming to just now remember where he was, Omega drew out of Terzo and rolled off of him. He curled up beside Terzo, his face against Terzo’s neck, kissing. Pleading.

“I’m sorry, mio amato. I couldn’t hold on any longer.” His voice was full of genuine guilt as he remembered his earlier need to make Terzo cum. His hand traveled down Terzo’s body to grasp his cock. “Terzo. My Terzo. Please forgive me.” He slid down to nestle his head in the crook of Terzo’s arm, laying on his shoulder. The game was back on. He turned his face to catch Terzo’s nipple, swirling and sucking as he pumped him. Terzo groaned, back arching. Omega propped himself up to better reach the rest of Terzo’s chest, gently kissing and biting his way across it. He zeroed in on the other nipple, giving it the same treatment, stroking Terzo all the while.

Terzo tugged on Omega’s hair, urging him to raise his head up to Terzo’s level. Omega almost wished that the leash was back, wanting to feel the tug on his throat instead. As though he knew what Omega was thinking, Terzo grabbed him by the gold ring on his collar. Omega relished the pressure. He pulled him forward until their lips met in a bruising kiss. Terzo’s other hand slid down his stomach, grazing Omega’s hand that was still working him. It continued down until he slipped two fingers inside himself, still stretched from Omega. He was slick with Omega’s cum, leaking out of him. Omega pulled away, needing to see. He couldn’t breathe. He wanted more, more, more, but his body was tapped out. So he watched, and pumped, as Terzo touched himself. Terzo curled his fingers expertly, his hips again moving in time with his hand.

“Omega,” Terzo whispered, repeating it over and over like a prayer, spreading his legs further. Omega’s cock twitched uselessly, and he growled in frustration. He was still mad at himself; he always tried to make sure they finished together. Why couldn’t he have lasted just a few minutes more? But then, he would’ve missed such a beautiful sight. 

Omega returned to Terzo’s nipple, still watching, unable to tear his eyes away. He pumped harder, faster, until Terzo’s breath was ragged. He kissed his way all the way up to Terzo’s ear, nipping. Omega was breathing heavily, too. He whispered encouragements and sweet nothings.

“Terzo… Mio amato… Please cum for me.” That did it. Terzo came across his own chest with an agonizing cry, orgasm tearing its way through his body. He shook hard, nearly sobbing, clutching desperately at Omega. Omega lapped up Terzo’s mess hungrily with his tongue. He cursed his own physical exhaustion; he never wanted this to end. He let his head rest on Terzo’s chest. When he could move again, Terzo rubbed Omega’s back, ran his hands through his hair.

“Come here,” Terzo ordered softly. When they were laying eye to eye, Terzo reached up and removed Omega’s collar. Omega’s neck felt sore. It must’ve been red and raw, because when Terzo saw the skin underneath, his eyes filled with guilt. “Oh, my poor, poor ghoul,” he said, placing several gentle kisses to his throat. Omega didn’t feel any pain, and wouldn’t have cared if he did. He was too blissfully happy to think about anything other than being in this moment with his husband.

“I am so sorry, mio caro. I got carried away, didn’t I?

“I’m fine, tesoro. Promise,” Omega assured him. He wasn’t quite ready to confess just how much he had enjoyed himself. Instead, he further tangled himself up in Terzo’s arms, basking in his warmth. After a few long minutes, Terzo tried to sit up, but Omega clung to him.

“Amore, I need to get up now,” Terzo said, voice gentle but firm. Omega reluctantly let him go. Omega felt even lonelier in Terzo’s absence than usual.

When Terzo returned it was with a warm, damp towel in hand. Tenderly he cleaned Omega up, peppering him with little kisses along the way. Omega let him finish before pulling him back down on the bed, eliciting a startled yelp from Terzo. He held Terzo close to his chest, nuzzling his face into Terzo’s hair and inhaling deeply. They stayed like that for so long that Omega almost fell asleep, until his stomach growled. He hadn’t eaten breakfast that morning. He had been so excited when he realized that he could spend the entire day with Terzo that he’d wasted no time getting ready. What time was it? Ugh. He didn’t want to know. The inevitable march of time just brought him closer to having to say goodbye. Terzo tried to get up, but Omega didn’t let him.

“Come on, amore, you’re hungry. Let me make us something,” Terzo said, trying again to sit. Omega relented. Terzo pushed up onto an elbow, gazing down at him. Omega leaned up to steal a kiss, but Terzo dodged him. “Let me take care of you.”

“You’re already taking care of me,” Omega said earnestly, looking up at him with big, soft eyes, pleading for Terzo to just stay in the bed with him. He took Terzo’s free hand and kissed his palm. Terzo carded a hand through Omega’s hair. He cupped Omega’s chin and planted a kiss on his cheek.

“I would love nothing more than to cuddle with you all day, amore, but one of us has to take charge. We aren’t in our 20s anymore, we cannot just fuck the day away. There is nothing wrong with taking a break.” Terzo stood, taking a particularly gratuitous stretch. “Besides, you need to keep up your strength,” Terzo winked.

Omega’s jaw fell slack for a second, a bolt of electricity shooting through him. He closed his eyes, composed his face, and took Terzo’s outstretched hand. Terzo got Omega’s dressing gown and retrieved his own from the sitting room floor. He tried to make Omega sit on the sofa and wait while he cooked for him, but Omega was having none of it. He followed him around the kitchen like a lost puppy. When Terzo had finally gathered everything he needed and was settled at the stove, Omega wrapped his arms around Terzo’s waist and rested his head on his shoulder. Terzo hummed happily.

When they had everything plated, Omega pulled his chair around to the other side of the table to sit shoulder-to-shoulder with Terzo. He was unwilling to allow more than an inch between them. They talked and joked as they ate, occasionally feeding each other in turns. When they were done, Omega helped Terzo with the dishes. Omega was in domestic bliss. This was such a rare taste of the life he craved with Terzo. That they craved together. Acknowledging the rarity threatened to turn it bittersweet, but he wouldn’t let it. No. Nothing was going to ruin today. This day was a gift, and he would treasure it as such.

After lunch, they both settled down on the sofa together. They started out sitting side by side, but at some point, Omega’s head had ended up in Terzo’s lap. Terzo ran a hand through Omega’s hair, reading to him. When they reached a natural stopping point, Terzo set the book aside and looked down at Omega. He took one of Omega’s hands in his own and threaded their fingers together before kissing the back of it.

“Thank you for being so good for me today. My ghoul,” Terzo said, eyes hooded. He gave Omega’s hand another kiss, and then another. Omega sucked in a breath. He sat up, careful not to bump Terzo’s nose. Their lips met in a tender kiss. When it broke, Omega rubbed at the back of his neck, staring at the ground sheepishly before asking:

“Can we, um… Can we do that again?”

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