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D3rlord wasn't someone patient, or someone who didn't get bored easily. He was getting even more stir crazy now that Avery was there with him. 

He loved the company, of course he did, but he felt… ansty. Restless. 

Avery talked a lot. Talked enough for both of them. Even then, he could feel his mind wanting to eat itself from lack of activity and stimulation.

He was smart, as cocky as it was to admit, he was smarter than an average person. He needed something to do that wasn't just talking. A puzzle, to fix something, anything.

The bunker was the only promise of safety either one of them had had in a while, so they couldn't just leave whenever they wanted. 

Avery also seemed to be getting bored with just talking, often being slumped against the bedding on the floor or messing with Derek's armor, using his slime to draw on the gold, much to Derek’s dismay. 

“I'm bored again,” the slime mumbled before sitting up from the stupid blanket he was lying against. Derek didn't know how many times he’d heard that phrase in the past 48 hours.

“Carve on the walls again,” Derek slid the wooden axe to him, not facing Avery since he was busy shining his gloves with his cape. For the second time that hour. He didn't know what else to do. “We still need to make a plan before we leave Avery, unless you want us both to die,” Derek pointed out the ever-so-annoyingly logical reason they were still hidden.

Derek had a plan, he'd never tell Avery, but it involved his own self-sacrifice. It was one of the only timelines where they actually destroyed the king properly. He still needed to keep his hopes up; he couldn't risk Avery trying to kill himself or Derek, out of boredom, for that matter.

“You think of the plan for once, don't you know everything?” Avery retorted, crawling to sit behind the knight and play with the tendrils again, ignoring the axe.

They seemed to follow Avery’s orders more than his own, which was fair; D3rlord was pretty mean to them at first. He could control them for the most part, though, but even then, they drifted to Avery’s hand, where they started to wrap around his fingers like clockwork.

The slime smiled as he began to mess with the four tendrils, twisting them around his grasp, braiding them, and letting them go. It felt natural; Avery would be more excited if he weren't stir-crazy out of his mind. He needed something to do, other than carve on the stupid walls again. “What if we stick him in a boat and push him off the mountains?” Avery offered his idea as he messed with the black tendrils.

“Avery… we both know we can't do that.” Derek rolled his eyes as he felt the boy continuing to mess with the tendrils. He seemed to like them more than the knight did, not that he cared much; he was happy to ablidge Avery.

“I'm just saying we could try,” Avery grumbled as he used his thumb to start a fake thumb war with one of them. Derek audibly sighed, rubbing his temple at Avery’s spontaneous actions. At least they were alive. At least they were alive. 

Derek leaned back up, grabbing his gloves again and continuing to shine them. “Sure, Ave, I'll consider it,” he could at least indulge a bit in Avery’s odd suggestions. 

The tendrils twitched in victory as they won in the little “thumb war” Avery started. “Leave them alone, Avery, you know they'll want a rematch,” Derek shook his head. He couldn't believe he was casually saying that, like the tendrils weren't some parasite. They seemed to have a mind of their own and disobeyed what he wanted them to do. He didn't hate them as much as before, though. Avery had turned them into something he wasn't ashamed to have out. 

Derek felt one of the tendrils hit against his helmet in disagreement, most likely wanting to mess with Avery still. Disobedient rats. Derek rolled his eyes at the inability to retract them. 

“Whatever, you have to stop at some point.” He shook his head before going back to his meticulous cleaning. His hands were always busy with one thing or another; his need to tinker always found him. Even in a stuffy bunker. 

The two were quiet again, with Derek continuing to feel Avery shape the tendrils and poke at them. He couldn't find himself annoyed at it. 

“Um… Derek. Are you… You know… are you comfy with your monster side now?” Avery began as he thumbed one of the tendrils, gently moving it between his digits.

“I wouldn't say comfortable, but used to it, I guess.” The knight shrugged as he set his gloves down on his cape while he attempted to trim down his sharp claws. They always hurt him when they grew out under his gloves. He started to dig into the wooden floors, scratching slowly to try and dull them down, “Why?” He didn’t lift his head as he asked, trusting Avery to respond.

“Well… um,” Avery began to fidget with the tendrils, poking it a bit too hard, making Derek hiss in pain, “Sorry.” The slime mumbled before letting the tendrils wrap around his fingers. 

Derek clawed the wood too harshly, the wood snapping up as he gripped it. “It's okay,” he nodded before going back to dulling his claws. “Go on,” Derek instructed, his voice going back to something smoother. 

Avery blushed at that, clearing his throat and fiddling with his bandana again. “Okay.. I know you have your reasons and all… but, would you ever show your face to me?”

Derek stiffened at that, his clawing at the wood stopping entirely with a loud snap as he took in Avery’s question. 

Show his face.

Not his claws, not his tendrils. 

Take off his helmet and show his bare fucked up face.

“I'm just saying! Obviously, you don't have to!” Avery quickly began to backpeddle, scooching back to make distance between him and D3rlord. He slowly began to drip around his face, with some of the drops hitting the wood with little plops. 

D3rlord remained silent, his body visibly tensing up at the question. He wants even breathing. Stiff as a damn board over one stupidly simple question. Show his face?

Avery glanced up again, watching as the tendrils began to feel around for him. He stayed back against the wooden wall like it would somehow incase around him and hide him from Derek's reaction. 

Avery sounded hesitant, quiet. “Derek..?” His voice could barely be heard over the ringing in Derek's ears. His mind kept flashing at possible reactions. Disgust. Fear. Hate.

He could see every fuzzy image circling his mind like some sort of fucked up carousel, taunting him with what he knew was going to happen.

When he finally pulled himself from his mind, he clutched at a wooden piece, ‘’Why?” His voice was gritty, hesitant. It sounded wrong, like he was angry at Avery for his innocent question.

“Never mind, it was stupid anyway-” Avery began, seemingly trying to fuse with the wood behind him.

“No. Why are you asking me this?” Derek gritted out, forcing himself to breathe after his lungs were practically screaming at him to take a breath. His back remained turned to Avery, unwilling to look at him after that question properly.

Avery hesitated, fiddling with his bandana as he tried to find the right words to answer him. “Well, we've been here- you've never shown me your face before… I just thought that I could ask now…” Avery eventually trailed off, seemingly not wanting to anger Derek more than he did. “I'm sorry.”

Derek glanced back, still stiff as a damn board as he took in Avery’s apology. He shouldn't be mad; it's an innocent question, but he could see the possible reactions Avery could have just bouncing around in his mind… 

The silence was suffocating.

Avery was still stuck in the corner, sheepishly messing with the frayed edges of his bandana still. He always seemed to be messing with it when he was nervous. He probably thought Derek was mad at him. He was. But only a little.

“Look,” Derek sighed, placing the wood chunk back on the ground and turning to face Avery, “I'm not mad at you or anything.” The knight began, watching as Avery slowly began to perk up again, “But showing my face and showing my hands aren't the same to me. I hate what I am, Avery. I hate being… this.”

Even with his tolerance towards his monster body, he hated his face. It wasn't human anymore, it was uncanny, demonic.

Avery seemed to be thinking as his body seemed to relax a smidge. “I still don't get it,” Avery mumbled and hid his face in his knees. It didn't hide him well, seems he forgot he's Translucent, and Derek could see his reaction. “Why do you hate that side of you so bad?” When the slime finally looked up, he could see Derek’s shocked face.

Seems that he didn't see that coming. D3rlord thought Avery would just accept it, just take his excuse. But he didn't. Derek could never fucking pinpoint his thoughts properly. 

“What do you mean?” D3rlord tried to deny the subject, flinching back only slightly as he processed Avery’s words. He knew he was deflecting Avery’s question. Not like Derek wanted to answer what they both already knew.

“You know what I mean,” Avery’s brow furrowed as he seemed to pout. “Why is it so bad to be a monster?” Avery sat cris cross, and leaned forward to get his point across.

“What? Of course it’s not-” Derek began before Avery seemed to start dripping in his obvious frustration. 

“Why is it so bad to be what you are?” Avery snapped, trying to get this stubborn knight to understand his frustration.

“Avery- it's not that, okay? I'm a monster. I'm freak-” shit. When D3rlord looked back, he saw Avery’s shocked face slowly shift to anger.

“Is that what you think about this?! I’m a monster too, Derek! It's what I am! It's what you are! Do you think I'm disgusting? Or- or gross just for living?” Slime slowly dripped into the wood, soaking in as the two stayed at a stalemate. 

Neither spoke as Derek turned his back to the slime again.

“Fucking knew it…” Avery scoffed as he crossed his arms, settling back against the wood. He averted his gaze from the knight, finding the floor more interesting than the knight. “Why did I even bother looking for you…” It was probably not supposed to be heard by D3rlord. But he heard it, and god did that fucking sting.

He wanted Avery to be safe. That was his plan from the beginning: keep him safe and in the overworld, not this hell of a domain. Yet he followed him, risked his life, and seemed so excited that he found Derek alive. He didn't imagine this as one of the possible reactions. Regret. 

He hated this, hated Avery being mad at him. He got disfigured and cursed with a body he didn't want; it wasn't something he would wish on anyone, and yet, he was the one with the burden. And Avery thought it all had to do with him, and that Derek hated him for being what he was.

D3rlord, for once, didn't know how to react. He didn't want to screw this up more than he already had, fanning through his possible options. Maybe he shouldn't think about what to do next; they obviously weren't helping. He paused for only a moment, grasping at the edge of his helmet, where the tendrils slowly emerged, poking at Derek's fingers. 

Was he really doing this?

He just needed to get it over with. Show Avery that he didn’t fucking hate him.

D3rlord hadn't felt the proper air on his face in months. It felt foreign. Cold. His hair and horns had probably grown out a lot after being stuck under his helmet for… he didn't know. The tendrils wound back from his face, settling back to blend in with his hair.

He placed the gold helmet on the ground with a gentle thunk.

 He didn't want to turn around. 

Didn't want to face Avery, who, by the small gasp D3rlord heard, seemed to notice. D3rlord could hear the shuffling against the wood as Avery moved to sit by him. The knight couldn't seem to find the right words, fiddling with his bare claws that were still only half dulled.

“I… Don’t hate you, Avery.”

“I know.”

D3rlord let out a small huff. Maybe it would've been a laugh if he wasn't so nervous to face him. “I'm not like any normal monster. I'm not like you.” Derek felt the tendrils shift, moving to blend into his cheeks instead. “I'm sorry if I implied that I hate you. I don't. I couldn't hate you.”

He felt hands on his face, slowly guiding him to make eye contact with Avery. “I know.” His voice was quiet, softer, the anger from earlier seemingly dissipated. “I'm sorry for getting mad…”

Derek seemed to be scared to keep eye contact with him, becoming shy of all things. He'd almost died on so many occasions, fought in battles that scared him physically and emotionally, yet this was the most daunting thing he'd probably done yet. 

So the anger and disgust he had pictured Avery had wasn't towards him directly… Huh.

D3rlord shook his head, focusing his mind on the slime again, feeling the tendrils wrapping around the jelly wrists on instinct. “You made it seem like you were ugly.” He tried to lighten the mood, to joke about it and pass it off. 

He kept his gaze averted, still scared to keep his eyes on Avery’s. He'd never been this shy before, never been one to avert his gaze. “You think I'm pretty then?” Derek rolled his eyes with a soft smile, feeling his sharp teeth poking out. 

“Well, you're not ugly.” Avery chuckled, and a faint blush appeared on his cheeks as he took in everything. The horns, his pitch face, spiking teeth, the sunken eyes, the familiar tendrils twitching against his fingers. It was soft, his hold gentle as he stroked his gummy thumb over the scars and dark flesh. The feeling didn't seem to bother him, like it was just… normal.

Derek felt his mind become fuzzy. It wasn't the headaches or constant pains he got from everything. It was gentle. Warm. Like D3rlord could stay forever wrapped in this stupidly cheesy moment of acceptance, Avery was so willing to give. Fuck he was touch starved. He couldn't make it weird; he knew what it would lead to. He couldn't get attached to this, could let himself relish the touch.

“I still don't get how you're so… okay with this.” Derek cleared his throat as Avery touched his hair. It had grown out. It lost its normal fluff, greasy and grosser than Derek would admit. Not like the water supply was good in the bunker. But his hair was right at his shoulders, where his tendrils blended in. 

Avery tilted his head and gave Derek a stern look, “No. were not doing that. You can't talk about yourself like that.” He shook the knight's head, jostling him to attempt to get it through to him. “I don't want to hear you talk about yourself like you're less than.” Avery seemed more serious than before, with his mock of a brow furrowing, and a small scowl forming.

“You making rules, Avery?” D3rlord sheepishly brought his own smoky hands up to wrap around Avery’s wrists. He needed something to ground him, something to hold that wouldn't leave or break under his touch.

“Yes, I am. So no self-hate talk. New house rule.” The slime didn't crack a smile, didn't laugh, as he explained this. It was cute in a way. He seemed so determined to make D3rlord feel normal, like he wasn't some freakish demon. 

“Wouldn't it be bunker rules?” D3rlord finally made eye contact with him, taken aback by the pure admiration and determination he had in his eyes. He couldn't find a lie or any stupid doubt he had. He couldn't pinpoint his thoughts, couldn't picture what he was thinking about this.

Avery rolled his eyes, shaking Derek’s face again to keep him quiet, “Oh shut up.” 

That earned a small laugh from D3rlord, simple, sweet. It was like heaven in this hell of a domain.

“You're so weird… I don't know how you could be comfortable with someone like me-”

“What did I just say?” It wasn't harsh, more of a joking reminder as Avery went to drop his hands, only for D3rlord to catch them before they fell too far. “Wait… please. Just a little more…” He spoke softly, barely a whisper, like he was scared of rejection. He closed his eyes with a hitch of his breath, too nervous for Avery’s reaction. He knew the slime would let him act selfishly. To act like it was normal for the demon to want something so normal.

Okay, maybe he did want to relish in it. Maybe he selfishly wanted to stay there and ignore the inevitable. Derek knew Avery was blushing, but the slime went back to hold his face anyway, stroking his cheek so softly. Like he would somehow break if he so much as breathed wrong. “Pft. Okay.” He chuckled, but seemed happy to comfort D3rlord.

“Jeez… how long have you been alone again?” Avery tilted his head sideways, a soft noise escaping as he ran a hand through D3rlord's hair.

He paused, pondering his mindless thoughts as he tried to remember how long it's been, “A while,” He mumbled as he leaned into the slime's touch. Fuck he was going to regret this. He was going to miss the touch. He knew he had to let go. So with a gentle sigh, he squeezed Avery’s wrist and went to pull back.

Only, he felt resistance.

Avery wasn’t letting Derek pull away again. Not this time.

Damn it. 

D3rlord should have let go earlier.

“Avery…” It came out breathy, as the knight's eyes shot open, half panicked as he realized Avery wasn't going to let go. “Avery, I know what you're doing.”

The slime didn’t listen, only inching closer, their noses almost touching as Avery tilted his head. But Derek wasnt pulling back either. He couldn't. God, he felt stupid. He wasn’t some teenager with a crush. He was a knight, a warrior, a killer; he couldn't act so damn soft. 

He blinked once. Twice, before glancing away. “We shouldn’t,” Derek mumbled, feeling Avery's breath against his.

“You can pull away then.” Avery’s stayed where he was, not moving without an answer as his voice shifted to something gravelly, lower as he challenged D3rlord. It was something he hadn't been given in a while.

A choice.

Derek froze. 

He had a choice.

He was stripped of his mental state, morphed and mocked as the king deformed him, tortured him physically, emotionally, challenged his endurance, and his own will to live. He never had a choice to leave. Didn't have a choice but to pick a normal life.

Now he had one.

Act selfishly, or give himself the ability to let go later.

“No.”

D3rlord shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut as he brought his hands up to squeeze Avery’s wrists again. He did want this. He wanted to give himself one last human-like desire before the inevitable.

That's all it took for Avery to press forward, where his lips met Derek’s. It was hesitant, testing, and so soft it made D3rlord want to bash his head against the wall. He wasnt used to being gentle, wasnt used to being made to feel like he could break after one wrong move. He didn’t do soft.

He slid his hands up past Avery’s arm, sliding to his neck, where he felt the bandana knot. He pressed the slime forward, forcing the kiss to be firmer. Avery didn't seem to mind, not with the noise he let out.

Shit.

Maybe Derek had been isolated for too long, with the noise making his head spin. He felt his face flush, embarrassed, and a little noise excited him. Maybe he was just pent up. Not like he was a virgin, but he had been alone for months on end. Surely both had to have gone stir crazy enough for this to happen. Or maybe D3rlord knew it was bound to happen and tried to bury it. To protect Avery, to protect himself.

He felt his lungs screaming for oxygen, tugging Avery back by the gummy locks. Both panted, as they separated, a green string of saliva being their only connection. Avery licked his lips, pressing a hand to them as he finally focused on the knight. They had to stop before they got carried away…

He didn't get the chance to voice this thought as Avery pressed forward himself, bracing his weight on D3rlords chesplate as their lips met again. Derek didn't expect a tongue to slowly tease his lip, begging for entry, which Derek eagerly obliged. His own stupidly long tongue wraps around Avery’s tongue easily. Not that either party cared, but it did make the knight lean back, letting less and less space get between them. Maybe his monster side did have some perks…

Avery's moan brought him back to reality, breathy, heated, between the stupid makeout, which could only have Derek’s legs feeling like Jelly. “Shit.” Derek cursed as their lips parted for a moment. He felt his blood rushing south, but he couldn't linger on it before Avery pressed forward again, arms thrown over Derek's shoulders.

He could feel a twitch in his pants, which thankfully was hidden by the leather draping. Another string of curses escaped Derek's lips as he pulled Avery into his lap, a hand splayed out on his lower back, almost possessive. He heard the slime gasp, but quickly was flushed against D3rlord with no complaint.

Derek tugged Avery back by his shirt collar, folding it down to his access to his throat, or as much as he could with the bandana in the way. “Can I take this off?” the knight panted, kissing Avery’s lower jaw as he moaned.

He could feel the slime tense up before nodding, “Go ahead, it's gonna look a little weird though.” Fair warning, as D3rlord undid the knot, carefully moving it and settling the bandana down near his cape and gloves, that he had been cleaning earlier. 

“It's clear.” Derek seemed rather surprised, but it also just seemed obvious. Avery had said he was clear in some places, but he hadn't expected to see almost right through it. Kind of. It was like looking through stained glass. Transparent, with a slight warp through. “Huh.” He shrugged as he unbuttoned the first button on Avery’s stupid Hawaiian shirt.

Derek wrapped his clawed hand around the side of the slime’s throat, watching as the hand warped from the side of his neck as he pressed his finger pads against the squishy skin. 

With Avery compromised, he glanced away, a soft murmur escaping his lips. “Yeah… It's weird, sorry.” 

How ironic, “I thought you made that a bunker rule,” Derek let out a soft chuckle as he rubbed his thumb up and down the jugular area. Or where it would have been. 

“You know what I mean!” Avery blushed and punched the knight's arm. Not enough to hurt, but playful enough, Derek could pass it off. He had something else to focus on. He smirked, smugly, as he licked a stripe up Avery’s throat with his elongated tongue. “Will it leave marks if I give you a hickey?” How straightforward.

Avery let out a noise akin to embracement as he again lightly punched Derek’s back. “Check, asshole! Don't ask me!” How cute. Derek thought as he stayed pressed against his throat. “Don't get all shy on me now, you're the one who started all this,” He cooed, his hand trailing up and down Avery’s lower back again.

“Guess I'll see for myself.” The knight spoke in a hushed voice, somehow still gritty, causing Avery to shiver as he felt D3rlord's touch on the gummy-like skin, his clawed hand holding his throat still. 

A breathy noise left Avery’s lips, with Derek feeling his chest expand quickly with how close Avery was still pressed against his armor. He hummed, slowly sucking the skin, his sharp teeth nicking the area, green liquid slowly pooling before a swipe of the knight's tongue cleared it up.

A darker blue mark formed, transparent, but there. “Found my answer.” He smiled against the slime's throat before going to the collar area to do the same.

Avery’s breath was quickening, hitching with every nip, and he couldn't brace himself against the stupid wooden wall, only being held up by Derek's firm hand.  “Fuck…’ He moaned softly, feeling his face get warmer. He pressed his cheek against the side of the knight's face, trying to hold himself steady. Avery felt a twitch against his cheek as one of the tendrils poked under his eye. He let out a breathy moan once more, eyes squeezing shut almost instinctually before he felt another poke to his cheek.

Oh?

Derek seemed to be distracted by Avery's throat to realize the tendrils had moved from behind his hair, and to Avery’s face, until he felt an odd sensation. He paused his attacks on Avery’s throat before pulling back slightly to see the slime kiss the tip of one of the tendrils, with another pressing against his lips. “Shit. I'm sorry- Oh… God…” Dereks breath hitched as he felt the tendril push against Avery's lips.

Avery didn't seem to mind it, as the other tendrils curled against his cheek while the slime poked at the tendril with his tongue. 

“Fucking hell, Avery…” Derek let out a breathy laugh, the blood rushing down to his crotch as he forced his mind to focus on the tendril in Avery’s mouth. Warm. So fucking warm. He felt his eyes roll back as his mouth fell open in a quiet gasp. D3rlord panted, feeling the stupid phantom feeling of his own cock in… Avery’s mouth? “What the hell…” Derek whispered, hoarse as he tried to find any logical reasoning for this. Maybe it was cause his focus on the area?

He was focusing on the wrong damn thing, with a filthy wet noise coming from Avery’s mouth as the tendril slipped out. He couldn't get a word out as a different tendril took the first one's place, entering Avery’s mouth on instinct.

With a soft whimper, Derek went back to sucking on Avery’s throat, his focus and strength diminishing with every twitch or tongue flick to the tip of the tendril. Another whine was ripped from his lips, with the knight weakly thrusting his hips up to the slime's crotch, causing a muffled moan to surround the tendrils.

Derek felt his breath hitch again at the feeling, using all his focus to unbutton Avery’s shirt and place it where the other garments were. “Fuck- close…” D3rlord muttered between nips to Avery’s collar area. 

He bit his lip, certain he'd draw blood if this went on, so without thinking, he tugged Avery off the damn Tendrils, finally gasping in relief as he calmed down. “Gonna ruin the fun before we begin.” D3rlord panted as he tugged off the leather drape and removed the thigh pieces to his armor, tossing them carelessly to the side, freeing himself from the confines of the dark linen.

“Didn't know they did that.” Avery swallowed as he was carefully slid off Derek's lap, only for the knight to shimmy back against the wooden wall, muscular thighs spread for Avery to settle in. 

“Me neither,” Derek huffed as he unbuttoned the garments, his cock springing out with a relieved sigh. Avery blushed, his eyes focused shamelessly on Derek’s crotch. “Don’t act all shy now, Ave.” The knight cooed, a clawed hand under his chin guiding him closer, “Not shy… out of practice.” Avery blushed as he crawled closer.

 “Didn’t seem out of practice to me.” A chuckle could be heard from above before Avery bit at his thigh, “Asshole.” The slime murmured before his hand wrapped around the base, giving it a few strokes. 

Derek hissed, feeling a kiss to the head as lips wrapped around the top, sinking downwards. “That's it…” Derlord thumped his head back against the wood, clawed hand returning to Avery’s gummy hair, helping guide Avery up and down. “Fuck… That's it…Good boy.” He moaned softly, so quiet that Avery almost didn’t hear it. A moan vibrated against the dark skin, with Avery bobbing up and down at a continuous pace.

“Would’ve solved your boredom weeks ago, wouldn't it?” Derek used his free hand to run his fingers through his own hair, brushing past the horns and stupid tendrils that started to twitch. He could vaguely hear a muffled protest, which only sent more vibrations up his dick.

He thrusted up at the absentmindedly, quick, rushed. “Shit- sorry.” He huffed, an apologetic hand going to ruffle Avery’s hair. He stroked the squishy area, watching Avery blush as he took his time, kissing the tip, then sinking back down.

“I thought you were out of practice.” Derek gritted, feeling the familiar feeling pooling in his stomach. He was closer than he wanted to admit to a little dick sucking. But holy shit, Avery was a natural. 

He felt Avery scrape his teeth around his cock at Derek’s comment, an angry hum could be heard as the knight chuckled, eyes lidding as he thumped back, “Gonna cum Ave…” The knight released his hair in case Avery wanted to pull off.

Instead, he stayed put, continuing to suck as Derek slowly inched closer to the edge. With a gritty hiss, Derek thrusted forward, tendrils twitching as he came down Avery’s throat. He could feel his cock twitching inside Avery’s throat as cum spurted out.

The knight pulled out after a minute, panting as he held Avery’s chin up, taking in his swollen lip and dazed look.

He was pouting for whatever reason, but Derek couldn't take him seriously with his swollen lip. “What? Something wrong?” Did he go too far? Pushed too hard? His tone shifted to a more serious one, stroking his cheek as he tilted his head, “You okay?”

“I thought you were gonna fuck me.” The slime crossed his arms as he sat up on his knees again, still half-dressed in his shorts.

Derek scoffed, a grin appearing as he kissed Avery’s cheek. “Oh, I am. Don’t worry.” Derek kissed his other cheek, trailing his kisses slowly down Avery's jaw again. “You’re just impatient,” the knight teased as he nipped at the area. 

A clawed hand slowly poked around the waistband of Avery’s khakis, trailing between the skin and fabric to grope at the area. “Can I?” Derek’s voice was pleading, patient as he kissed Avery’s throat again.

“You don’t have to ask, you know…” Avery blushed, arms wrapping around the knight's neck and settling there as Derek worked the button off his shorts.

“Rather not overstep,” D3rlord damn near whispered as he slipped Avery’s shorts down his thighs, grateful he was still on his knees. He palmed at his crotch, feeling Avery tense up at the feeling. A moan could be heard as he hid in the knight's neck. “Sensitive?” Derek muttered, giving it another squeeze to hear the noise again. “A little.” The slime breathed out as he felt the knight guide his cock out of his shorts.

He gave it a gentle stroke, teasing the head as he heard Avery’s breathing sputter against his neck. Derek scoffed at that. Giving another stroke to the head before tapping the side of his waist. “Wanna lie down? Probably be more comfortable.” D3rlord didn't stop his agonizingly slow strokes as he felt Avery nod into his neck.

Derek pulled back to grab the cape he had set down earlier, where his gloves were nicely settled after being shinnied. The clatter of the armor made his eyes roll. That didn’t matter now. He took the cape, folding it over to make it thicker, so it wouldn't hurt Avery’s back. It was long enough for Avery to comfortably lie down on his stomach, splayed out like an offering.

“Gonna prep you,” Derek lay down between Avery’s legs and scooted forward, enough to where he was better aligned with his hole. Avery was transparent in some places on his upper thigh and a little on his lower back, but faded into something translucent. 

He tilted his head and slowly lathered his fingers up in spit before he heard Avery’s quiet voice, “You don't have to prep me… It's pretty squishy.” When Derek looked up, he could see Avery trying to hide his face in his arms while admitting this. Right. Slime.

“Let me be a little selfish, Ave.” The knight trailed his clawed hand down his back as he settled down, slowly pushing a dulled finger in to test. There wasn't any resistance, his finger sliding it smoothly. The inside felt squishy, warm, and welcoming. “Just enjoy it.” Derek crooned as he slowly pumped his finger in and out, listening to Avery’s soft curses. “Doesn't hurt, does it?” He could never be too careful, and D3rlord preferred not to harm his partners.

Avery seemed flustered as he needed, trying to hide his face between his arms, “Yeah- m’ good.” He moaned out, shaky but so soft. That was all the knight needed to hear before he removed his finger and inched closer to Avery. He slowly parted his lips, using his stupidly long tongue to swipe over his hole. He could feel the slime tense, another moan escaping as Derek continued licking the area over and over.

It didn’t have a taste, he gained nothing from it personally, but hearing Avery’s moans between licks was enough to have his cock twitching to life again. With an experimental lick to his lips, he inched closer, poking his tongue at the hole, feeling the easy slide in.

“Shit-!” 

There it was.

Derek smiled, sliding the muscle in and out, focusing on the way he could faintly see it sliding in, then fading into the opaque area in Avery’s back. Avery was clawing the fabric of the cape, unable to truly get away. Derek seemed not to want to focus on another area, determined to keep Avery a moaning mess, folding his tongue into his prostate, drinking in the heavenly sounds. 

The slime's endless moans spurred him on, determined to keep him a melted mess under him as he kept wiggling his tongue, refusing to breathe. Derek could feel slime dripping on his fingers, over his nose, as he kept up the harsh abuse to his hole. “Fuh- Derek wait wait wait-” Aver started but was left clawing the cape again. 

He was most likely close to cumming just from that, and D3rlord wanted to see it. He tapped his thigh, pulling back to help angle Avery to his back. He seemed confused but allowed Derek to help move him, before his thighs were lifted, slightly off the ground, and his god damn tongue was sliding into him again.

The knight had Avery’s thighs almost over his shoulders, lifting them so he had better access to his hole, diving in with no warning. Derek must have died and gone to heaven for his causes. Almost dying and whatnot, being turned into a monster, and being starved, this had to be his reward after going through hell. 

“Derek m’ gonna-” The slime grittted, trying to clutch the fabric to ground himself as the abuse to his prostate never seemed to end. He couldn't move. Couldn't wiggle away as Derek had him half carried into his damn mouth, and he didn’t seem like he was going to stop at his warning. A high-pitched whine escaped Avery’s lips as the familiar feeling of relief fell over him, cum spurting out over his stomach. Every twitch was agonizing as D3rlord kept his tongue inside him, another wiggle inside him as his thighs shook.

 “Too much, too much,” Avery whined again, feeling his spent cock twitch, and the slight ache in his lower stomach. Derek hummed at that, nose pressed into Avery’s taint before giving another final push of his tongue, finally pulled out. He smiled, giving the slime's slightly stretched hole a final lick before carefully setting him down on the cape.

He licked his lips again, smiling as Avery was left panting on the ground, cum still on his stomach. God, he looked beautiful. He looked so much better physically, and not in his mind, with the other countless scenarios of them fucking like rabbits. 

Avery whined again, barely lifting his head as Derek settled between his legs, stroking his own hard cock at the sight of Avery splayed out. “I thought you wanted me to fuck you, Avery.” He mused as he rubbed his cock against Avery’s spent one. “If you're too tired, I don’t mind taking care of myself.” He smirked with that uncanny smile of his, cocky, teasing. 

“No…” Avery mumbled, turning his face into the red fabric, trying to hide his face from his admission. “You sure, Ave? Seem pretty spent.” D3rlord rubbed at Avery’s thigh, watching them tense at his touch. 

“You're annoying.” The slime whined out, his face a slight pink as he hid more of his face into the cape. “I want it…” He murmured again, refusing to let Derek see him blush.

Just as he was about to hide again, a gentle hand pushed the red away. “Come on, Ave, I want to see your pretty face.” He smiled, warm despite the stupid sexual tension surrounding them. Derek cupped Avery’s cheek, looming over him as he leaned in to kiss him, softer this time. He knew he could fuck into Avery at any time, take him so easily at the thrust of his hips, but he wanted this. Something soft that he could melt into, just for a moment.

When he pulled back, he looked down at their now hard cocks pressing into each other. “Pft, you getting hard from a little kissing?” D3rlord teased as he lifted Avery’s hips slightly.

“Shut up!” Avery blushed again, but threw his head back as Derek slowly pushed in. So agonizingly slow. “Asshole…” Avery panted as he unintentionally clenched around the knight's cock.

“Fuck,” Derek huffed, sliding into him until he bottomed out. “You okay?” He asked, his hips pressed to Avery’s. D3rlord settled in, rubbing Avery’s thighs as he held them on either side of his waist. As soon as the slime nodded, Derek gave an experimental thrust forward.

Avery let out a small noise, legs tightening around the knight's hips. “Sorry… sensitive.” Derek didn't doubt that; he just came, not even a full five minutes ago. “It’s okay.” D3rlord leaned down, pressing a small kiss to Avery’s cheek.

He wasnt one to be rough with his partners normally, Avery wasnt any exception. He pressed another kiss to his temple, giving another thrust into him, causing Avery to moan again. With a gentle rub to his waist, Derek gave another small peck. “That’s it… Doing so well…” He mumbled into Avery’s ear. It was more of a turn-on than the slime wanted to admit, his cock twitching at the praise.

D3rlord, the ever-so-attentive knight, caught onto it, smiling uncannily as he loomed over Avery. “Oh, you liked that.” The knight let out a shocked scoff, seemingly wanting to test the lengths of his discovery, “You like being good, Avery?” Derek cooed, lingering on Avery’s name.

He watched as the slime slowly turned red, trying to hide his face in the fabric surrounding him. “I don't, stop it.” Avery’s breath hitched at the gentle praise, feeling his own flush settling on his face. 

A small chuckle escaped D3rlord’s lips as he tilted his head, lifting Avery’s dripping thighs again to get comfortable. He liked watching him squirm at the change in angle. “Oh, you don't?” The knight spoke so sweetly, like he was trying to comfort Avery instead of teasing him. “But you’re taking me so well, Ave.” Derek watched the slime try to hide his face at the knight's shallow thrusts into him. 

The slime just hid further into the cape, trying to hide the obvious blush on his face. Derek couldn’t have that happen. 

Derek grasped Avery’s cheek, turning him to face the knight better, and bringing their lips together. “You look so pretty like this,” D3rlord murmured between kisses and thrusts, keeping his eyes on the slime. How ironic. He had been so shy before; now they were doing one of the most intimate things someone could do. Derek would’ve laughed if he wasnt so caught up in Avery’s blushing face.

Derek moved back, no longer looming over Avery’s body, choosing to hold his waist as he fucked into him. He was rather entranced, watching as his cock slipped in and out; he could vaguely see it disappearing into the slime. He didn't know how he'd gone this long without trying one of the timelines where he had Avery like this.

The tendrils behind his hair started to twitch, probably from Derek’s own mind fucked brain. He felt so lost in Avery, a way he hadn't felt since he'd entered the domain. Avery’s moan fixed his focus again, with Derek hitting his prostate at the occasional thrust in. he could feel Avery tightening his legs behind his back at every thrust… he didn't know how long he would last. 

The poor slime, trembling under him, little moans escaping after every thrust. “Fuh… faster…” Avery went to cover his mouth, shaking as his cock twitched again. 

How could Derek say no to that? 

He smirked, grasping Avery’s hips and pulling out entirely, just to shove himself back in with a grunt. “Don’t cover your mouth.” The knight tilted his head, stroking Avery’s dick between snaps of his hips. 

D3rlord tilted his head back, a breathy moan escaping as the sound of skin on skin echoed around the bunker in the most filthy way. “Good boy, Avery…” Derek panted between thrusts, pinning Avery’s waist down so he couldn't squirm back against the overwhelming pleasure. He could feel the slime’s cock twitch at his praise again, pre-cum dripping down his clawed hand. The green color was just as transparent as his skin, leaving the knight entranced. 

Avery was visibly shaking, a mess of moans and high-pitched gasps. “Come on, Ave, a little more,” Derek sounded out of breath, his own orgasm in his grasp. 

“Derek…” Avery whined below him, another drawn-out moan escaping him as he came in thick ropes against his stomach. Another chuckle left the knight's mouth, seeing Avery’s blissed-out face. He was so beautiful like this, taking his cock so well, like he was made for this. 

He could see small tears at the corners of the slime's eyes, oversstimulation probably hurting by now. “Close, Avery.” Derek gritted, leaning down to wipe Avery’s tears. “Doing so good, Avery… So fucking good.” 

D3rlord could feel the slime wrapping his arms around his back, soft whimpery sounds escaping him. Music to Derek’s ears as he sped up his thrusts again, feeling Avery’s trembling thighs against his waist. “Ave… need to cum.” he was so close, right on the edge, and with Avery’s whines in his ear, he wasnt going to last.

He went to pull out, panting, but could feel Avery’s legs tighten around him, not letting him pull out, “No, no. Please, inside.” The slime whined out, and fuck, Derek didn't know why he didn't let himself go without this. He could feel the tendrils twitching behind his head in warning.

With a final thrust inside, Derek came with a drawn-out moan, pressing Avery against the cape as the slime hugged his back. He could feel the trembling, and a nose pressed into his neck as he came inside Avery’s warm walls. “Did so good… Good boy,” Derek smiled, letting himself relax after everything.

He stroked Avery’s gummy-like hair, kissing his cheek as he stayed inside the slime. Derek felt the slime's legs falter their hold, probably just as exhausted as he was, “need to pull out Ave.” The knight murmured as we pulled his dripping cock out, cum coating Avery’s hole.

What a sight.

Avery crossed his shaking legs, trying to hide the evidence of what happened. Derek smiled at that, pulling away to tear a bit of the fabric off his cape to clean them up.

The stupid bunker wasn’t well stocked at all.

“You doing okay?” Derek questioned as he wiped the evidence that this had happened. The cape wasnt super thick or comfortable, but it got them as clean as it could. Avery weakly nodded, trying to catch his breath as he avoided the knight's gaze.

“Hey, you okay? Was that too much?” D3rlord leaned down, wiping the slime's green tears that had yet to fall.

“I think I just miss someone else's touch.” Avery sniffled, wiping his tears with Derek as he settled back. “That felt so normal, like we weren't trapped in a stupid hole.”

 How ironic.

Derek wanted to laugh, knowing he, too, missed someone else's touch. “I know, Ave. Well, get out of here soon.” It was a comforting lie. Or, more of a half a lie. Avery would be safe soon enough.

He looked at the abandoned blankets in the corner from the other people who were here before. Or, where Avery slept since he arrived. Derek lifted Avery and helped him settle against the blankets. 

He could feel Avery hesitate before looking up, “promise?” His voice was small. Timid almost.

It made Derek pause before he settled beside Avery against the stupidly thin blanket, pulling him closer. “Promise.”

He knew he was an asshole, making a false promise like that. But he needed Avery to have hope for himself. Hope for them. He needed him to keep moving forward. “I promise.” He whispered, kissing his forehead as he watched Avery slump against the knight's chest.

Derek was going to miss this. Truly, he was. He felt like he had to burn the moment in his mind, knowing his inevitable death was coming soon.

The sound of Avery’s muffled noise snapped him out of it, glancing down. Maybe he could forget about it. Just for now, and enjoy the company he was given.