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It’d been three months since Dewdrop found himself on tour with two new ghouls. He liked them a lot, actually, thought they brought a really good energy to the stage. Nobody would replace Aether and Sunshine, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to spend most of his days with them. He did have one big issue, though.
It had started off as little things. Phantom and Swiss standing next to each other for bows. The two hugging before getting offstage. But as their relationship grew, Dew felt himself being pushed further and further from his multi ghoul. It felt like the two were always together. Phantom was always walking to Swiss’ platform, always messing around with him after shows, always consuming all of Swiss’ attention. The fire ghoul couldn’t help but feel like some part of it was intentional on Swiss’ end.
And then there was last night. It was nearing two in the morning, and he was wide awake in his bunk. He had never had the easiest time sleeping on the road, but he always had Rain and Swiss to soothe him into slumber. Usually. Dewdrop had crawled out of his bunk, bare feet hitting the cold floor of the tour bus. Swiss’ bunk was just across the aisle, he barely had to walk at all to get there.
But, when he pulled the curtain open, he was met with the sight of a familiar quintessence ghoul completely wrapped in the multi ghoul’s arms. Dew thought he could hear his heart shatter. He pulled the curtain closed slowly, not wanting to reveal himself, and quickly climbed back into his own bunk. Maybe that night would just have to be sleepless.
The lack of sleep affected him, though, and he was thrown off his game. He found himself dozing off during the day, fumbling notes during soundcheck. He tried to brush off the worried looks from the other ghouls, to just keep pushing through, but it was easier said than done. It hurt his heart to push away his mates, but if he confronted his feelings now it would ruin the show for everyone.
The ghouls get through the rest of the day with minimal fuss, understanding that Dew needed his space. By the time they were on stage, Dew had managed to push his feelings down just far enough to play well. He just needed to get through this show. It was going surprisingly well, up until Ritual.
Sometimes, during Ritual, Dew would stand at Swiss’ platform for a small break, messing with his guitar’s tuning and taking in a deep breath from that infamous strawberry vape. It was a nice little breather for himself, and it’s safe to say that the audience liked watching it. As he turned to face Swiss’ platform, he thought he could feel his heart stop. Standing in front of Swiss’ stage, in his spot during this song, was Phantom.
That was the final straw for Dew. All of the feelings he had pushed down into a little ball were threatening to come back bigger and meaner than ever. Tears threatened to spill from his eyes, but he blinked them away desperately. Just make it through this show, Dewdrop. He fumbled for a second before pulling himself together, focusing on the music instead of any sort of stage persona. He knew the fans could see his demeanor switch, but he didn’t care.
At the end of the show, Dew reluctantly placed himself between Cirrus and Aurora, trying to ignore Swiss and Phantom easily sliding next to each other into the line. He barely let bows finish before quickly removing himself from the stage, leaving a small handful of picks in Aurora’s hand to toss out to the audience. He was backstage and changed before his pack was even off stage, rushing out to the bus as the rest of the ghouls trickled in to the dressing room.
The fire ghoul hid himself away in his bunk before anyone could even try to talk to him. If anyone tried to, he’d pretend he was asleep. Maybe he could feign sickness if he tried hard enough. Only Swiss and Phantom would be able to tell, but what would they care? They had each other now.
The rest of the ghouls filed onto the bus, casual as ever. Soon enough, they were off, on their way to a hotel for the night. Thank god they’d be in a hotel. Dew could room with Rain. His mate understands needing space and quiet, and would be more than willing to provide that for him. At least one of his mates knew his needs.
The trip to the hotel was painful in a different way. He could hear his pack just shooting the shit, laughing and joking with each other. His heart twinged when he heard Swiss laugh at something someone said. That stupid laugh. He wanted to make Swiss laugh like that again. He felt selfish, he had isolated himself and now he was mad he was alone. He was torn between staying in his bunk and just getting over himself and joining his pack again.
He remembered Swiss’ face. His eyes, the way he could look at someone with such intense focus and admiration. The way the corners of his eyes would wrinkle when he smiled. His somewhat crooked fangs. He wanted to see that face again. He was about to get out of his bunk, he really was, when a picture of Swiss giving that look to Phantom flashed through his mind. It wasn’t fair to want someone’s face to himself, but he did. He wanted to be the only one that Swiss looked at that way. But he wasn’t. He stayed in his bunk.
When they pulled up to the hotel, the pack quickly left the bus. They spend enough time here on tours, they’ll take any chance they can get to be away from it. Dew waited until he was sure everyone had left before finally crawling out of his bunk, stretching his sore limbs. As he moved the curtain, a small note fell to the floor. It must’ve been taped to the curtain. He bent over to pick it up, leaning against the bunks as he began to read.
Dew
You’re in room 213, your key’s on the table. Or sleep in the bus if you want, nobody’s stopping you. We leave at 9 tomorrow morning.
♡ Rain
Dewdrop smiled, just a little, tucking the paper into his pocket as he turned back to his bunk. He picked up just enough clothes to sleep in and tucked him into his backpack before grabbing his key and exiting the bus. He was relieved to see that everyone had already left the lobby. He wouldn’t have to talk to anyone on his way up. Thank god.
The elevator ride to the second floor was uneventful, and he found himself at the door to his room in no time. He unlocked the door, expecting to see Rain or maybe Mountain lounging on one of the beds. Instead, though, he entered the hotel room to see Swiss sitting in the room’s chair, scrolling on his phone. Without thinking, Dew dropped his bag onto the closest bed and fled to the bathroom, mumbling something about taking a shower.
Fuck.
He didn’t want to shower. He just wanted to curl up and disappear. He was completely empty. This wasn’t supposed to happen. He was supposed to room with Rain, was supposed to finally get some decent sleep, was supposed to be okay for just one more night. But now, the biggest reminder of his heartache was just outside the door, impossible to avoid. Fuck.
Reluctantly, Dew turned on the shower. He stripped his casual clothes and stepped into the cold water, folding in on himself immediately. He curled himself in the corner of the shower, just letting the water hit him and run off. He couldn’t take his mind off of Swiss.
Swiss, who knew how to take care of him. Who knew when a shower would be too much, but would coax him into it anyway. Who would pamper him, doing all the work to get his body clean and just letting him rest. Who would run his nimble fingers through the fire ghoul’s long hair, lathering it in shampoo and conditioner. Who would touch his lithe body so carefully, so tenderly. Who would look after him, wrapping him in a towel and tight hug before carrying him to his bed. Who would dress him with grace before holding him until he fell asleep.
Dew could feel himself breaking. All he wanted was Swiss, wanted to know that his mate still loved him. That they were still mates. That, if Dew called, he’d come running. But he didn’t have that anymore.
He wasn’t sure how long he’d been in the shower, but he was shocked out of his brain by a gentle knock at the door.
“Dewbug?” The nickname stung, “I'm sorry to pull you from your shower, but I’ve really gotta piss.”
Dew gathered himself from the floor, quickly turning off the shower so Swiss would know he heard. He grabbed a towel and started drying off. Shit. He hadn’t brought his bag in. Great. So he was soaking wet and naked, except for the towel he wrapped around his waist. Just push past him, it’ll be okay.
He opened the door, keeping his eyes down as he walked by his mate, refusing to acknowledge him in any way no matter how much he longed to. Briskly, to avoid being truly naked for too long, Dew dug into his bag to grab some sleep clothes. He pulled on his boxers and pajama pants without thinking, stopping only when he pulled out his sleep shirt. It wasn’t his shirt at all. During tours, he liked to wear shirts from his packmates to sleep, it was a nice comfort for him. The shirt he had grabbed? Swiss’.
This finally broke him. Tears streamed from his eyes before he could try to stop them. He lifted the shirt, a navy sweater, to his face, trying to bury himself in the multi ghoul’s scent. Oh, how he missed that scent. He felt so stupid, crying like this over a shirt, but he couldn’t stop.
Until he heard the toilet flush.
Dewdrop tried to wipe the tears from his eyes, tried to cover his break, but Swiss emerged from the bathroom too quickly to hide it all. It only took a few seconds for Swiss to notice the dejected fire ghoul, and he rushed to stand in front of him. Dew still held the sweater in his lap, squeezing it tighter when the multi ghoul cupped his face in those calloused, gentle hands. Dew tried not to lean into them.
“Oh, Droplet,” Swiss whispered, careful, “What’s wrong, my love?”
Any restraint the fire ghoul had was gone the second Swiss’ saccharine voice hit his ears. A sob broke from him, tears rolling down his pale cheeks. He couldn’t stop them, even if he wanted to. He had never felt as small as he did now, trembling and bawling into the careful hands of the ghoul he loved. He tried desperately to gain any semblance of composure, to tell Swiss how he’d been feeling, but he just couldn’t seem to stop the tears.
“Shh, shh,” Swiss rubbed Dew's cheeks with his thumbs, “Can you take a deep breath?”
Dewdrop tried, taking in a painfully shaky breath before sobbing it back out. He sniffled, working his way to being able to talk. Slowly, he was able to calm down just enough to respond.
“Why do you hate me?” His voice broke on the last word, another wave of tears starting. He looked up at Swiss through wet eyelashes, wanting so desperately to be anywhere else.
“What?” The multi ghoul breathed. He sounded hurt. Fuck , he sounded hurt. “Why would you think I hate you?”
Dewdrop finally dropped the sweater, trembling hands moving to his mate’s, holding them steady and burying his face in them. He just needed a minute, a second to pull himself back together, then he could talk to Swiss. Just a minute. But the warm hands were gone too soon, Swiss pulling away to sit next to Dew.
“Do you need me to-” Swiss began to offer, but Dew shook his head before he could finish. Dew took a few deep breaths again, letting his tears fall as he steadied his thoughts.
“It’s just,” He started, looking anywhere but at Swiss’ eyes. “It’s Phantom. You’re, you’re always with him now. And when- when I went to your bunk, he was there. And when I went to your stage, he was there .” He forced himself to look into the multi ghoul’s eyes, “It feels like you don’t love me anymore.”
He could see the heartbreak in Swiss’ eyes, but he was also sure that Swiss could see the same in his.
“Oh Dewy, my sweet baby, oh I’m so sorry.” His hands flew to grip Dew’s. “I’m so sorry I ever made you feel that way.”
Dew squeezed at his hands. He wanted nothing more than to bury his head in the multi ghoul’s chest, to tell him it was all his fault for misunderstanding, but he didn’t. It wasn’t his fault. So he mustered up his self-control and sat, looking at Swiss and waiting for an explanation. Luckily, he started to speak again quickly.
“I have been favoring Phantom a bit, and I’m sorry that I didn’t consider how that would look from your end. It’s just that I’m the only other ghoul with quintessence, and it can just be so hard for a new quint ghoul to get acclimated.” He raised a hand back to Dew’s cheek, relieved when the fire ghoul leaned into his touch. “But I never should have let that mean I gave him more attention than you. I won’t let it happen again. I promise.”
That was enough for Dew. He surged forward, clinging to Swiss and burying his face in the ghoul’s neck. Strong arms immediately wrapped around him, holding him close. The tears came back for a third time, soaking into Swiss’ shirt, but he didn’t care. It felt so good now, to finally let it out, especially in his mate’s arms. He felt safe again, in his own little bubble with Swiss.
The multi ghoul rubbed soothing circles into Dew’s back, skillfully drying his still-soaked hair at the same time. All he could do right now was hold the fire ghoul while he cried, to make himself the shelter that he never should’ve stopped being. To hold him close and whisper calming words. It was all he could do, and all he wanted to do.
After what felt like an eternity, the sobs turned to small whimpers as Dew cried himself out. Carefully, Swiss pulled Dew back and completely onto the bed, laying both of them down. Dew let himself be adjusted, almost limp in his mate’s arms. They had done this routine a handful of times, and Swiss nimbly pulled off his shirt so the fire ghoul could lay against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. The steady rhythm was a sure-fire way to calm him down, however long it might take.
They laid together in comfortable silence, Dew glued to his chest. A little hand slid its way to Swiss’ stomach, starting up a slow, gentle kneading pace. Neither ghoul could hide the soft purrs that kicked up from both of them. Eventually, Dew looked back up at Swiss, his kneading speeding up slightly. The multi ghoul reached a hand down to his mate, tucking loose hair behind his ear before holding his chin.
“ There’s my little Dewdrop,” He cooed, earning a small giggle from the fire ghoul. “Just a little kitty, aren’t ya?”
Dew laughed again, pulling himself up so he could tuck himself somehow closer to Swiss, carding his nose in the crook of his mate’s neck while still kneading at his tummy. The tone began to shift, though, as he began to press soft kisses up and down Swiss’ neck. It was innocent enough, until Dew placed a rather risqué bite to a pressure point, pulling a groan out of the multi ghoul. Dew smiled against the warm skin, sucking playful marks anywhere he could reach. Swiss could feel his own composure starting to slip.
“What’s your plan, spitfire?” Swiss purred, squeezing the little ghoul’s sides.
“Dunno,” Dew responded between kisses, “Missed you.”
“I missed you too, my little firefly.” He moved a hand to grip at Dew’s soft, light hair, pulling it just enough to get Dew to look up at him. “Now, are we gonna fuck, or are you just gonna keep teasing me?”
Dew readjusted himself, straddling one of Swiss’ broad thighs. He started up a slow grinding pace.
“Too tired to ride you.” He mumbled, leaning back down to kiss at his mate’s stubble.
Swiss chuckled, letting go of Dew’s hair and sliding his hands down to the little ghoul’s hips. He started applying pressure, speeding up Dew’s pace. The fire ghoul looked back up at him, pupils going wide.
“Can you just kiss me already?” Dew spat out without thinking, earning another laugh from Swiss.
The multi ghoul leaned down ever so slightly to reach his mate’s mouth, kissing him soft and deep. Dew’s hands finally left Swiss’ stomach, instead reaching to cup his face as he licked desperately into his mouth. A rough squeeze at Dew’s ass made him squeak, breaking the kiss with a gasp.
He was painfully wet, and he was sure Swiss could feel it. Hell, he could almost hear it at this point. A large, sly hand snaked his way to palm at his cunt. He could feel the air punched from his gut, leaning his forehead against Swiss’ and closing his eyes tight. Swiss placed a quick peck to his lips before talking again.
“Would you still be too tired if I was doing all the work?”
Dew shook his head immediately, desperately trying to grind against Swiss’ hand. The hand was pulled away.
“Use your words, pretty boy.”
Dew opened his eyes, looking at the ghoul under him and trying to force himself to speak.
“Please,” He breathed, his grip on Swiss’ cheeks tightening, “Please fuck me, please .”
In one quick and easy motion, Swiss flipped them over, trapping the little fire ghoul under him. Dew tried, hopelessly, to ignore how casual the movement felt, how truly malleable he was to Swiss’ desires. He really was tired, and he was more than happy to let Swiss take over. And maybe he loved being trapped like this. Maybe.
Swiss made a swift movement to Dew’s chest, latching his mouth onto a ringed nipple. He wanted to drown in the mewl that escaped the little ghoul. He licked over the nub with a flat tongue before giving it a sharp suck. That seemed to be the key, as Dew’s hands flew into his curly hair and grabbed on tight. Swiss pulled off his nipple, bringing a free hand up to continue to toy with it while he spoke.
“Bet you’d taste so good,” he almost growled, “dripping out just for me, yeah?”
The grip on Swiss’ hair tightened. Dew felt like the air had been punched out of his lungs.
“Fuck, fuck you can’t just say that ,” He groaned, squirming under his mate’s touch.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Swiss responded, placing kisses across the crescent-shaped scars on Dew’s chest. “You’d like me to change you? Make you mine?”
Dew couldn’t respond, his mind going blank as Swiss worked kisses down his torso. The multi ghoul stopped to suck a few bruises into the faint trail of hair peeking above his pajama pants before hooking his thumbs around the waistband.
“Just my little fire ghoul, so perfect for me.” Swiss cooed, pulling down both Dew’s boxers and pants. He tossed them aside, dragging a finger through the little ghoul’s folds. “So wet for me. All for me.”
Without warning, Swiss attached himself to Dew’s cunt, lapping almost furiously. He would alternate between kitten-licking the fire ghoul’s clit and teasing his entrance. Dew was basically gone, reduced to a moaning mess under him. Swiss couldn’t help but notice Dew’s little hands pinching at his own puffy nipples. How sweet.
Just as quickly as Swiss was there, he was gone, pulling away from Dew and getting off the bed completely to undress himself. A needy groan left Dew’s throat when he saw the multi ghoul’s erection. No matter how many times he’d seen it, fucked himself on it, it always just looked so big . Swiss positioned himself back over the fire ghoul with a playful grin.
He lined up his dick with Dew’s clit, grinding against it while dipping his head to whisper into the little ghoul’s ear. “You see how small you are compared to me?” He hissed. “Even with how hard your little dick is, still so tiny next to mine.”
Dew was panting at this point, wrapping his legs around Swiss’ waist. He could feel tears pricking at his eyes, but he didn’t care. He grabbed at Swiss’ face, pulling him into a sloppy kiss. It could barely be called a kiss, all tongue and spit, but the multi ghoul got the message. He adjusted his hips and gave a sharp thrust, pushing into Dew all the way to the hilt in one fluid motion. Dew yelped into the kiss, high and oh so feminine. Swiss broke the kiss to rest his forehead against his mate’s.
He started up a truly brutal pace. It had been almost a month since he last had Dew alone, and he wanted nothing more than to fuck him into oblivion right at that moment. Dew couldn’t complain, he’d missed this feeling of total helplessness under his multi ghoul. His multi ghoul. With every quick thrust, Dew let little high moans break from him, not caring to stop himself. He wanted Swiss to hear. Wanted everyone to hear.
“So beautiful like this,” Swiss huffed, “Being such a little princess for me.”
Neither of them could pretend they weren’t close. Dew was gripping Swiss’ shoulders so hard it was drawing blood and Swiss was panting, his pace becoming erratic.
“You make me feel so good, baby. You’re so warm. So tight.” Swiss continued, placing wet kisses around Dew’s face.
“Swiss,” Dew hissed, “ Please Swiss.”
“‘Please’ what, Honeydew?”
Dew practically screamed, throwing his head back and tightening his legs around Swiss.
“In, inside. Inside, Swiss fuck! ”
And who was Swiss to deny his fire ghoul? He pressed his nose to Dew’s scent gland, pounding into him hard for a final few thrusts. Dew came with a wail, pulling Swiss close and clenching around his cock. He could feel when Swiss finished, pumping him full of hot, sticky sperm.
“Such a perfect little ghoul.” Swiss purred, kissing his neck, “So beautiful like this.”
Dew was out of breath, still clutching Swiss’ shoulders, tears streaming down his cheeks.
“You’re so wonderful, Dew. So talented.” Swiss continued, moving to look the little ghoul in the eyes. “Don’t ever forget how great you are, pumpkin, okay?”
Dew just looked up at him with wet eyes and a flushed face, his grip on the larger ghoul’s shoulders loosening.
“Okay?” Swiss repeated, shifting a hand to wipe some of the sweat-slicked hair out of Dew’s face.
Dew nodded, small and sweet. “Okay.” He whispered.
Swiss kissed him one more time, warm and real, before slowly pulling out. Dew’s body relaxed, legs unwrapping and falling against the mattress. They fell into a familiar routine, Swiss cleaning himself and returning with a washcloth to clean Dew. He tossed the soiled washcloth into the bathroom, something to deal with later, before helping Dew pull his boxers back on.
“Thank you.” Dew spoke, still sounding and looking quite small. “Now, go back to your bed.”
There was silence for a moment, then both ghouls cracked into fits of giggles. Swiss raised his hands in surrender.
“Okay, sure. I see how it is.” He teased, pulling on his own boxers before pulling himself under the covers of his bed and getting faux-cozy.
It took less than a minute for Dew to relent. He stood and made his way over to Swiss, only pausing to pull on the sleep shirt that had started this whole mess. Swiss lifted the blankets with a grin while his little ghoul crawled in next to him. He wrapped his arms around Dew, pulling him close and tucking his chin into the space between Dew’s face and shoulder.
“I love you, Dew.”
“I love you too, Swiss.”
–
The two were awoken by frantic knocking on their door. A somewhat shaky voice sounded from the other side.
“Guys? You’ve gotta wake up, we're gonna be late!”
Dew yawned and turned to look at the time, snapping awake when he saw the time. 8:57. He popped out of bed, pulling Swiss up with him. Quickly, the two dressed, throwing whatever other clothes they had into Dew’s backpack. Dew made his way to the door first. Dew pulled the door open and found himself face-to-face with Phantom. The two stood there, frozen, just looking at each other. As Swiss approached them, Dew had an idea.
Dew grabbed Phantom’s chin in a gentle hand, pulling him into a spontaneous but genuine kiss. Phantom couldn’t help but kiss back, his hands flying to hold Dew’s waist. Dew broke the kiss first.
“We should hang out more.” The fire ghoul commented, pushing past Phantom to head to the hotel lobby.
Phantom just stood in the doorway, completely flushed and pupils blown. Swiss chuckled and wrapped an arm around Phantom’s shoulder, leading him to the lobby. It’ll be fun to share the new quintessence ghoul.