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Fire. It rages in his lungs, his head, his mind. Worse, it burns in his heart, and it flares brightly when he looks at him.

Wemmbu, whom he despises with absolutely everything except his body.

It's humiliating. He has to end their fights fast or flee to avoid exposing his arousal at the sight of him. He hates that he has to hide out in his base, avoiding his allies while he fists his cock with a vengeance. He hates that he thinks of him pressed beneath him, squeaky voice yelling his name, or so fucked out that all he can do is whimper.

His hand is mauled and shredded with the way he clamps his jaw down, pretending it's the purple demon's nape. Would his blood taste sweet? Would he go lax underneath, or would he try to fight out of his hold? He wants it so bad. He hates this.

His body has confused Wemmbu for his mate despite absolutely no reason to have done so. As they've never had sex, nor does he ever plan to, his body is overcompensating by trying to entice the other with his pheromones. A desperate leftover evolutionary instinct to facilitate mating and breeding.

But Wemmbu isn't affected at all by his pheromones. Rather, he's insultingly stated plenty of times that FlameFrags has smelled particularly 'strong' whenever they've run into each other. The pheremones that are meant to seduce him are doing a great job at doing the exact opposite. Wemmbu has taken to mocking and teasing him when he's particularly ripe. He flushes in shame as he feels his cock twitch again at the memory. He grinds into his bed, jaw pulling back to let go of his hand and biting down on the pillows as his body forces itself to move.

It stings, overstimulation lighting his nerves as he moans into another orgasm. The wetness that soaks into his sheets and coats his thighs makes him cringe, and he feels ashamed as he starts to cry.

He's been stuck pushing himself over the edge over and over for at least a week. His ruts have never been this bad; usually, just a couple of jerk-off sessions over two or three days would have him back in action. But his body refuses to yield, and he's almost delirious with the amount of orgasms he's given himself throughout the past few days.

He knows Lomedy is worried, but as a human, he doesn't have the knowledge or ability to help him. And he doesn't want Lomedy anyway. He wants—Wemmbu…

He hazily drags himself off the bed, lying his nude figure down against the clay. It's cool against his feverish body, and he sighs at the relief. He has about half an hour of reprieve before he'll be forced back into the cycle. He needs to hydrate and eat something, or he feels like he'll die.

He shakily stands, supporting his body against his bed and then his chests and furniture as he stumbles outside of his room. He doesn't bother to clothe himself; the wetness against his legs is going to soak through and ruin another pair of boxers anyway. And this is his base; there's no need to cover up in the comfort of his own home.

He pushes the curtains away, making his way to his kitchen. He breathes shakily as he leans against the counter, feeling the familiar warmth of arousal begin to build again. He walks to the chest in his corner, which sits on a block of ice to keep its contents cold. He grabs a bottle of water, downing it in one go. It feels amazing going down his throat, cooling his overheated body, and he breathes a small sigh of relief. He sets the glass in his sink, grabbing a couple of bottles to take to his nightstand so he's able to reach them more easily.

He grabs a few golden carrots, eating to his fill as his mind is finally calm enough to think.

He tries to think of how this happened in the first place. He racks his brain, trying to think of when Wemmbu could've accidentally been established as his mate. Logically, he knows that he and Wemmbu have nothing together. But his body seems to think otherwise, doing its absolute best to humiliate him every time he gets near the purple demon. It must seem like he's avoiding Wemmbu. And he growls because he's probably running around the server, throwing slander on his reputation because of it.

He pushes his locs back, feeling sweat trying to stick them to his forehead. He ties them back, fanning his hand behind his neck as he tries to cool himself down. It's agony. He feels as if his blood is flowing lava, and though he is immune to all kinds of fires, this one is different. And he worries that if he touched Wemmbu, he'd leave burns on his purple skin. Would he hate them? Or would he secretly run his hands over them when he's alone? Fuck, why does he want that?

He doesn't know where his real thoughts begin and where his rut-driven fantasies end. He feels his cock harden again, watching it stand proudly as the next cycle makes its way back. He wraps his hand around it, flinching at the overstimulated tip as he gently strokes it up and down. His tail whips around, smacking his legs, and he leans against the table island as he twists his hand just how he likes it. He makes sure his dull nails run over the vein that bulges on the side, and he leaves light rubs against his glans. He moans softly, closing his eyes as he starts to imagine Wemmbu's clawed hands grazing his sensitive skin.

He emphasizes that point by pressing his blunt nails further, trying to imitate the sharpness he's felt on his body when they've fought. He uses his whole arsenal, quite athletic in the way he twists out of FlameFrags' grasp and slashes at his arms to force him back when he can't swing his sword or his overpowered mace.

He would never admit it, but he misses the Wemmbu before his mace. The Wemmbu that had to get close to him to do any damage, the one he could smell and touch easily as they fought. Now, keeping his distance is a given, something his body hates severely.

He can't help but think of him after the tournament, with bruises on his arms and legs. Wiping his bloody nose with the back of his hand as he hurriedly left the town with an equally bruised ego. He didn't have much to say then, having eaten his words after being defeated in front of the other competitors.

Weirdly, FlameFrags found that he didn't feel much satisfaction in smothering Wemmbu's fire. Not like he normally did anyway.

The confusion at being relieved when Wemmbu began bantering with him again, it was weird to him. These emotions, these thoughts, they were before his unnatural rut, so there was some underlying feeling not from his rut going on that he really didn't want to think about with his hand on his dick.

They were rivals, and barely even that—Wemmbu was unskilled compared to him. But he was powerful; to deny it would be a lie. And as much as he says skill is more important than power, Wemmbu doesn't lack it. He's unlikely to surpass him, and if he could, well, then it was his right to be his mate.

Which he did not want. It was just instinct. He was just—getting to that point in his lifespan where, typically, Netherian demon males would be settling down, making pups, and expanding their territory. But that was back when his people were medieval and sedentary.

He was independent, he was strong by himself, and he didn't need to start a pack to prove himself. But his body wanted one. And it was misinterpreting Wemmbu's actions and proximity in his life as courtship. It doesn't help that their courting rituals are practically battles in the first place.

Which doesn't make sense because he should be the one courting in the first place. Or…why else does he search for Wemmbu to fight? Does he really need to prove his strength by fighting Wemmbu? Had he been unconsciously searching for the Endling? Does his body deem him incapable of landing him as a mate then, because of his failure to successfully court him?

He doesn't even think he wants pups in the first place, so why is his body so hellbent on forcing the issue? Maybe he should just pull the plug, find some random on the server to fuck, and quell these urges. Maybe then he'll find some reprieve.

But he finds himself recoiling in disgust at the thought of it.

—

Wemmbu never wore red. Save for a bloody nose or a gash on his arms. But when he'd neared his cycle, coincidentally, it's like he had been making sure to wear FlameFrags' signature colors somewhere on his body whenever they ran into each other. His white hair ties were replaced with red, or he had red and gold lacing on his dress shirts. It had made his instincts flare because, to him, it was like Wemmbu was allowing a claim on himself. Telling the world he was FlameFrags'.

What likely happened was that there was a good sale at a market for clothing, which just so happened to be red-accented. Like his flames.

It's stupid to think it's for him.

And he finds himself thinking of Wemmbu knocked to the ground, armor broken, and weapons scattered around him. The thrill of putting him so close to dropping. How he can see his chest rising and falling quickly as the adrenaline works through him. His fearful glare, yet flared with a fury that never truly goes away, no matter how many times he knocks him down. That perseverance. That determination. It's sweet and so, so delicious.

And when he can see the gears turning with plan B, FlameFrags lets him go through with it. Even if he knows Wemmbu will go around claiming he's bested him again. Just to see the face he makes when it 'works' and he escapes. The joy, the thrill, that pleasured satisfaction.

He really likes that face.

He wishes he could make Wemmbu look like that all the time.

He rubs his palm over his cock head, cursing quietly as he cums into his hand.

—

There's a rolling feeling of carnal lust in his stomach. His muscles clench uncontrollably, trying to contain it. He feels sick with it, sticky and viscous around him, trying to drown him.

This obsession he has, he doesn't know if it was there before. He doesn't think feelings and thoughts like this can just come out of nowhere. They're so thought out and decided, like somehow he's had the time to mull over what exactly it is he likes about Wemmbu.

His long, purple hair that he ties up when he sees FlameFrags, knowing of the fight to come. His purple skin and black scales that peek through when his long sleeves ride up a little too high, or when he twists his head the right way. Black eyes that he can't read that squint or flutter when he's amused. A sharp grin with piercing canines and a flickering tongue.

And maybe he does like his personality. Wemmbu is funny. He's quite headstrong, sometimes smart, and sometimes really stupid…it's amusing, not endearing. And he can't deny that they fight great together when they have to. Well, FlameFrags wouldn't mind fighting beside him again. Rather, he's anxious about when he'll get the chance again.

And of course, there's his body. He's almost as tall as him. A lean build with prominent arm muscles used to lug those maces around gracefully in the sky. And when he lifts his arms to bring it down, he can peek at his toned stomach. Not quite with abs like his own, but flat and smooth. Somewhat wide hips with muscular thighs that propel him into the sky. His…tail, thick and scaled, drags behind him that curls and flicks whenever he feels any particular way.

It feels wrong to think about him like this. Because it's like he's crossing a line between them. He isn't meant to want him like this. He can want him as an enemy, as a rival, maybe as a friend. But as a mate? It's unspeakable, unheard of even. An Endling and a Netherian? Taboo. Disgusting, immoral.

And he's a man. It's an abomination to feel this way, isn't it? But what does he care for the opinions of others? How can there be sin in love? He's a demon. Surely he has jurisdiction in deciding that. There are so many worse things that he could be doing.

What does he care about morality anyway? He's a killer, his blade soaked in the blood and gore of countless players. Victims or not, they've all faced the same fate. And he's never felt any guilt. Most are self-defense, but some would argue that it's an overexaggeration of the term. But he didn't get where he was by making compromises with idiotic players. No, he's the strongest because he's never let them walk over him and humiliate him.

All except Wemmbu.

He moans loudly, fisting his cock roughly in the shower. Hot water sprays over him, soaking into his locs and wetting the crevices of his muscles. He leans onto the wall, forearm hiding his face as he wrings another orgasm from his body.

Shower thoughts.

He feels his legs grow weak as it washes over him, eyes clenched shut as he tries to keep himself upright. His tail is wrapped around his thigh, tightening rhythmically the way his cock is pulsing.

His heart beats fast, and he lets out a whimper as his cock remains hard. He takes his hand away, wincing as he releases his pressure over his cock. He blearily opens his eyes, watching as the spray washes his semen off his hand and where it's landed on the bottom of the tub.

He feels so pathetic, only able to push orgasm after orgasm out, cock standing defiantly, desperate for a hole to stuff. He wishes his body would understand it's not going to happen. It's fruitless; nothing will come of it. He will be alone.

He shuts the water off, leaning his face against the cold, porcelain walls as he cries.

He feels ashamed. He doesn't know how to explain any of this. Everything he does always has a reason. Respect, strength, courage, rage, protection. What is the reason for these tears?

He's grateful that nobody is here to see this. This pathetic excuse of a man crying to himself about his loneliness. Would the server think of him less if they knew how desperately he wanted another body in his bed? If they knew he wanted to hear someone tell him he's doing a good job? Someone to share the large servings of breakfast he always ends up throwing out? Someone to share his life with? That pack he doesn't want?

He pulls the curtains to the side, grabbing the towel he's set on the sink. He dries his body, taking care not to stimulate his now-flaccid cock as he goes over his stomach and his legs. He skips the lotion, having forgotten it in his bedroom.

He changes into a pair of boxes and a tank top, not bothering with pants. He pats his hair with another towel, squishing the locs to make sure they're dry. He makes a note that he'll have to move his routine a little earlier; he's likely accumulated more oils due to the excessive pheromones he's been releasing.

He steps into his sandals, walking out of the shower and into the living room. Fresh from a shower, the scent of his base hits him. Musky and sweaty. He can see what Wemmbu's had to deal with, and he flushes at the memory. There's something else peeking through. Sweet and spicy.

Faint, barely there. If he had been less lucid, he's sure he would've missed it.

He tilts his head, trying to pinpoint where it's come from. He walks to the doors leading to the front of his base, noting that they're unlocked and slightly ajar. He raises a brow, closing them and turning the lock. He thought he'd locked them when this all began, and he hasn't left his base for days now. He steps back, sniffing slightly and following the scent.

He feels a chill run down his spine, realizing he's left his sword and armor inside his bedroom. It's also where the smell has gone to. All he has is his hands and his practically naked body. He doesn't know who's bold enough to come to his base and sneak inside, but they must be an idiot or think themselves capable of handling him.

He stalks quietly, poking his arm through the curtains and opening them slowly as he peeks inside. He walks inside, eyes scanning the walls and the corners, waiting to catch somebody inside. Finally, he focuses on his bed. It's disheveled and mostly stripped down, having thrown the come-soaked comforter onto the floor so as not to deal with the disgusting fluids any longer. The covers under it are plain, but at least they're clean for him to lie on. Exactly as he'd left it. He steps inside, confused at the scent but the lack of a person behind it.

He grabs his sword, feeling more comfortable at the prospect of a home intruder. The longer he's in the room, the more time he has to process the scent. He feels his cock stir with interest at it. Sweet and spicy. Sharp and citrus-like. Wemmbu.

He feels himself begin the next cycle, and he stumbles back as it washes over him. Fuck.

He tries to look for him, wanting to tell him to leave. Why was he here? Did he have a death wish or something?

His body flares at the prospect of him leaving, and he knows he doesn't have long until he really starts losing it. He had managed so far with some lucidity because he had distanced himself from the purple demon. But with his scent, his body is roaring up to mate.

"W-Wemmbu? If you're here, y-you need to leave," he drops his sword, stumbling forward aimlessly and dropping slightly over his bed. He fights to keep his legs upright.

He breathes heavily, flushing as his dick hardens, tenting his boxers. He closes his eyes, brain struggling to decide whether to search for the demon or hide from him or to grab his dick. He ruts forward against the mattress accidentally, mewling softly at the friction he receives from the tight fabric and the bed. He feels goosebumps on his skin, as if someone is watching him. He turns fast, trying to see if someone is really there.

But there's nothing.

And he growls because he knows Wemmbu is here. He can smell him in every inch of his room. If he focuses enough, he can hear him inhale ever so slightly when holding his breath takes its toll. He's watching him.

And he feels himself flush more at the thought of it. That Wemmbu practically has front row seats to FlameFrags falling apart. Would he realize it's because of him?

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Why is he here?

He wills himself up, making his way shakily towards the bathroom. He won't give Wemmbu the satisfaction of seeing him like this. He closes the door behind him, panic flaring in his chest as he hears footsteps follow close behind him before stopping. Was he really trying to follow him into the bathroom?

"Flame. Why're you hiding?" Wemmbu speaks, a teasing tone dragging at the end.

FlameFrags curses quietly at the confirmation that he really is here. He's annoyed that his cock throbs happily at the presence of the purple demon when in his mind he's just—fuck he doesn't know. He doesn't know how to feel. He knows how he should feel, but he just…

He palms himself through his boxers, biting his lip at the feeling and at the scent of Wemmbu flowing through the bottom of the door. Why does he smell so delicious?

He jolts as he hears Wemmbu start knocking on the door. It's gentle, and FlameFrags can't help but hyperfocus on the sound. As quietly as he can, he sneaks his hand down his boxers, slipping his cock out and touching it slowly so as not to alert Wemmbu of what he's doing. The thrill of being caught makes him all the more sensitive, and he stifles a groan as he begins sliding his hand up and down.

He leans against the door, sliding down to the ground as his legs go weak with pleasure. God, he's pathetic.

"Flame…you do realize I can smell you, right?" There's an amused tilt in his voice, and FlameFrags shivers at the sound of it.

It's smooth, velvety, and so, so tantalizing. But the humiliating comment isn't lost on him. Wemmbu is making fun of him. He growls lightly at the comment. He's keeping himself separated from Wemmbu out of fear of losing the grasp on his instincts. He doesn't want to hurt him, but Wemmbu is making it really hard to stick to his morals when he's being a jerk.

He hears Wemmbu start to laugh. Loud, obnoxious, and so satisfying. He would like that laugh if he were hearing it anywhere but right now. Because right now, he feels incredibly exposed and vulnerable. He's not supposed to be forced into hiding in his own home, horny out of his mind, and forced to jack off on the hard floor of his bathroom.

"Why…why are you here, Wemmbu. Do—do you have any idea what's—"

"You're rutting. That much is obvious. And well, you disappeared for like a week and uh…Well, I decided to come see for myself if you'd died in your sleep or whatever the chungies were saying about you." Wemmbu's words die at the end, and FlameFrags can imagine the face he has, lips pulled back in a slight grimace at the awkwardness.

And if FlameFrags would let himself feel delusional for a second, it almost sounded like Wemmbu had been worried about him.

"Okay—Well, I'm not dead so y—you can leave now," FlameFrags scowls at his stuttering, a terrible habit he's never managed to lose.

The hand on his cock is still; it feels awkward to jerk himself while talking to Wemmbu, though he desperately wants to. The hairs on his body rise at the prospect of Wemmbu leaving. But he knows that he should.

"I mean, uhm. I haven't really confirmed you're okay…for all I know, you're about to drop dead or something." It's bullshit. And both Wemmbu and FlameFrags realize that.

"I'm not letting you in. Just leave, bro, it…it hurts to stop."

His voice shakes at the end, eyes closing as his cock throbs, the hand moves once again. He whimpers at the relief, before stopping himself as he remembers that Wemmbu's on the other side.

"You know, I've known you for quite a while," Wemmbu grunts as he sits down on the other side, back to the door, "You've never smelled particularly strong when your cycle has come around, I would know. Maybe my sense of smell isn't great, given my kind doesn't really scent like you. But I could always tell because it seemed like the stick in your ass was in farther than usual."

He chuckles softly, and he brings his knees up to his chest, resting his hands on them as he continues. He laughs as he hears FlameFrags tsk.

"But then, right before you left, you began to smell stronger. Mostly when we were alone…Am I right?" He already knows he's right.

FlameFrags remains quiet, eyes wide. He had hoped Wemmbu hadn't realized. Prayed his biology didn't let him know his shameful secret.

"Thought so."

"Why are you here, Wemmbu? Just to—to tease and humiliate me? This—this is a new low for you, bro. I know we're like, rivals or whatever, but I didn't think you could be such an asshole." FlameFrags mutters, tears building in his eyes. Fuck, he's really emotional for no reason, and it's embarrassing.

This entire situation is embarrassing. He really doesn't want to cry and let Wemmbu hear him. And he whimpers as his hand starts jerking his cock again, the shame makes his face burn, and his blood pumps. It hurts to stop, fuck, it's driving him insane.

It's quiet save for the slickness between his hand and cock ever so slightly making its way through the door. Wemmbu flushes as he realizes FlameFrags is getting himself off. He presses his thighs together, face flushing. Maybe he hadn't thought too much into what he was getting into, but he was too deep to back out.

In his mind, that is. He's sure FlameFrags would be ecstatic for him to leave, seeing as he's incredibly adamant about Wemmbu leaving his base. He realizes he should probably apologize.

"I'm…sorry. I didn't mean to, I guess I thought you'd just laugh it off, but it's not really the right time…" Wemmbu cringes, scratching the back of his neck as it goes silent again.

"Fine, I forgive you, just—just leave Wemmbu." He sounds strained, and Wemmbu turns his head slightly as if he could see through the door.

He stays quiet, not budging an inch. He knows it infuriates FlameFrags when he doesn't listen, and he'd laugh if it were any other situation.

But instead, he brings his clawed hand down, rubbing softly at his clothed cunt as he spreads his legs. He'd honestly been wet since he'd seen FlameFrags walk around in his boxers. Watched him struggle to control himself, hide away in fear of him…

He sighs softly, wondering if FlameFrags can tell what he's doing. He doesn't know if he has a scent, nor what it does; maybe it's unabashedly broadcasting his arousal. He hopes it is. It'd be better than having to say it out loud.

"Why don't you…open the door, Flame," Wemmbu speaks, a little breathless as he grinds down onto his hand.

"What?" FlameFrags scrunches his brows, mouth staying open as he feels himself near an orgasm. Wemmbu's scent becomes even sweeter and heavier, and FlameFrags stutters as he realizes its arousal.

"It's my fault you're like this, right? I think it's only fair if I fix this," Wemmbu ah's softly, unbuttoning his dress pants and sneaking his hand below his panties to rub the pads of his fingers along his folds.

"What are you doing, Wemmbu—? You—?" he chokes as the scent settles deliciously in his chest, folding over as he starts to come at the sheer knowledge of it.

His tail writhes, twisting and slapping on the ground, and he brings his bitten hand back to clamp his jaw on it again as he muffles a groan. He feels his entire body clench, thigh muscles tightening and toes curling as it washes over him. Not painfully like it'd been when he was alone, but rather so pleasurable that he feels he'll fade away into the shadows in bliss.

The ends of his locs flame bright, like live coals being fanned, and he huffs out some smoke as the world fades back in. He breathes in shakily, cursing as he sees his cock is still hard even after the multiple orgasms he's forced himself through to gain some semblance of sanity.

Now, he feels his mind fog as his body registers his mate is also aroused and willing to breed. He strains his ears, breath stopping as he barely catches the soft rustle of a hand and the slight squelch of what he assumes is Wemmbu fingering himself on the other side of the door.

He feels his face warm as he listens, briefly catching soft mewls and groans from Wemmbu. He can't even process what is happening right now. Why did Wemmbu come to his base? Why did he not leave when he asked him to? Why is he masturbating on the other side of the door right now?

"You know I…I spoke with Mane about your cycles…seeing as you guys are brothers and have similar biology or whatever…"

He feels a pang of jealousy at the mention of his brother ManePear while Wemmbu is touching himself, but he lets Wemmbu continue before he says anything.

"Told me about your courting stuff and whatnot…surely you realized I was doing things that maybe made you feel like I was…yours?" His fingers speed up a bit, and FlameFrags covers his mouth to smother his breathing as he hears Wemmbu whimper a little louder as his fingers play harder with his pussy.

It was on purpose.

"I should…feel a little, ah, guilty for it. I wasn't trying to hurt you, just wanted to rile you up a bit. We always have the best fights when you're pissed off, ahn."

FlameFrags' hand comes down to jerk again, the glide smoother thanks to his come. Hearing Wemmbu admit it, hearing him touch himself, it's exhilarating.

"I don't feel sorry, though, because I don't regret it one bit. You smelled so good, and your flushed face, and how you shifted your legs when you grew hard. It was so, so hot." Wemmbu continues, bringing his other hand up to bite his finger as he continues.

"Uhn, and normally I wouldn't be doing anything like this. It's not really something I do, ah, unless I really… like the person. Do I, shit, do I have to say it?"

FlameFrags pauses as he registers what Wemmbu is saying. He can't even respond. Honestly, he's afraid he's misheard him. Because he can't possibly have said what he thinks he said. Like him? Could Wemmbu really like him? Does he like him?

Yes.

The silence is excruciating, and Wemmbu whimpers as FlameFrags doesn't respond and his fingers don't stop.

"Are you, uhn, really going to leave your mate alone? Only his fingers to fill himself? Huh?" He moans, closing his thighs around his hand as he continues with no peak in sight.

He rests his head on the door, horns tapping against the wood softly. He jerks when he feels the door open behind him and yelps as he falls backwards.

But he's caught by FlameFrags' hand holding his back as he looks down at Wemmbu with a conflicted face. He's biting his lip, cheeks dark and eyes exposed and dilated as he looks at Wemmbu. Likewise, Wemmbu stares back, mouth open in surprise, with a little drool slipping out. Cheeks a darker purple and eyes lidded as he stares back.

Wemmbu's eyes then widen, sliding his fingers out of his cunt quickly as he realizes FlameFrags can see what he's doing now. He sits up quickly, closing his thighs to hide his unbuttoned pants as FlameFrags watches him silently. His jaw is clenched, neck veins bulging in obvious self-control.

FlameFrags sits on the floor, legs pulled up to hide his erection as they sit there, finally face to face.

All the confidence and bite that Wemmbu had with the door between them fades away as he nervously waits for FlameFrags to speak. His pussy pulses softly, and he's a little disappointed FlameFrags has brought his legs up to hide himself.

"Wemmbu, I…do you understand what you're doing? Like, genuinely?" He grimaces as he wipes his soiled hand on his boxers, legs shifting slightly.

"I'm going to help you end your rut, like a good mate should do," Wemmbu smirks as FlameFrags flinches at the name.

"But, you're not my mate, bro. You—we're, I don't—why would you court me?" FlameFrags' brows furrow, trying to understand Wemmbu's reasoning.

Maybe it's not his place to understand.

"You like me. And…the feeling is mutual."

"You can't even bring yourself to say it, bro. How do you expect me to believe you?"

"It's…embarrassing to say it. I've never really liked anyone,"

"Ugh, Shit." FlameFrags gasps, doubling over slightly as another wave of arousal flows over him.

His cock aches, begging for something, anything from Wemmbu. He closes his eyes, trying to bar his tears of overwhelm from building and falling. Wemmbu inches closer, standing on his knees and placing his clawed hands over FlameFrags' bare knees.

He spreads them apart, gasping softly at the sight. His heavy cock is standing proud, dripping pre and glistening with come from his previous orgasm. It bobs as FlameFrags clenches his stomach muscles, nerves building as Wemmbu stares at him unabashedly. Wemmbu then slides his boxers down his meaty thighs, letting his claws scrape over raised scars from years of scraps and battles. It earns him a pleased shiver and a soft groan.

"We can talk later…let me help my mate, mm?" Wemmbu soothed, rubbing over his thighs and persuading them to drop to the ground.

FlameFrags nods softly, chest rising quickly as excitement and arousal start to cloud his mind. At least one of them will have their sanity intact. Whether Wemmbu's arguable sanity will be enough? Only time will tell.

Wemmbu hooks his claws onto his own pants, taking care not to catch his panties as he begins pulling them down his waist. FlameFrags' breath hitches as he notes their design. Red with black lacing and a little bow right on the pubic mound where they rest. The purple hairs that peek through make FlameFrags' mouth water. Wemmbu then kicks his boots off, moving towards FlameFrags and sitting down just low enough to feel his cock against his clothed cunt. FlameFrags moans, feeling the wet fabric stimulate the topside of his dick.

He brings his hands up, pinching the waistband and letting it snap against Wemmbu's scaly hips. He smiles when Wemmbu lets out a yelp, biting his lip as he glares softly at FlameFrags. The nether demon takes the chance to feel Wemmbu's legs, something he's always wanted to do.

He's surprised at the number of scales he has. They're black and shiny, contrasting with the purple shade of Wemmbu's skin. On his hips, they're quite flexible and smooth, flowing down the sides of his legs but stopping before the plushness of his inner thighs and plumpness of his ass.

He feels his lower back, just above the base of his tail, rutting his cock against Wemmbu's cunt as the Endling begins to grind down against him. The hot hand climbs up, exploring his back and encouraging it to arch as he slides Wemmbu's dress shirt higher and higher. He's scaled all over his back, and FlameFrags wonders what parts of his body aren't covered in scales. Wemmbu unbuttons the dress shirt, letting FlameFrags slide it off and continue to touch him.

Briefly, FlameFrags panics as his hand is likely very hot, but Wemmbu doesn't seem to notice or mind as he leans down to lick FlameFrags ear as he rubs his sopping cunt and panties along his length. Even the back of his neck is covered in scales, and FlameFrags vaguely realizes there won't be much damage when he claims him.

He leans into Wemmbu's neck, sniffing it as he presses Wemmbu down onto him, giving no leeway to push away as he comes again at the stimulation. He moans in shame, clutching Wemmbu's hips as a small cry escapes his mouth. He's so sensitive, so needy. He needs Wemmbu, and he's so ashamed and embarrassed at the fact that he's come so fast when they've only been rubbing against each other. It only makes him harder.

There's a desperation in the way he cries and in the way his hips buck as he comes down. The need for reprieve that he prays Wemmbu will give him.

He glows brightly in shame as Wemmbu chuckles at him, nibbling his ear and feeling his muscled arms as he feels hot come paint his thighs and clothed cunt. His panties will be unsalvageable by the end of this.

"I thought you'd be more…rough, Flame. Are you scared?" Wemmbu whispers into his ear, mouth coming down to suckle and lick at his neck as FlameFrags shivers.

His hot hands press into Wemmbu's scales, arm muscles tight with tension. He doesn't want to lose control; he wants to be in the moment, but it gets harder and harder to rein himself in as Wemmbu keeps sliding over him and teasing his neck like he wants to claim FlameFrags.

"You don't go through heats, Wemm. Not like my kind do, you might get hurt if I don't… hold back."

"Ironic, considering how you throw that sword around like you're trying to cut my head off, but sure!" Wemmbu replies, letting his sharp canines graze over his pulse before yelping in shock as FlameFrags stands them both up.

He moves Wemmbu to lean over the bathroom sink, forced to look at his reflection as FlameFrags presses his bare cock against the sad excuse of underwear that are his soaked panties.

He stares at his reflection, noting how his face is flushed, and his lips are wet with spit from him suckling FlameFrags' neck. He can still taste the salt of his sweat.

FlameFrags moves to lean over him, pressing his broad chest against Wemmbu's back and placing his arms to hold the sides of the sink as he effectively traps Wemmbu between it.

He glances at FlameFrags' face, noting the pinched irritation overlaying his arousal as he moves to tear the whimpy fabric off. It stretches against his legs before giving in to FlameFrags' strength, leaving lines against his plump purple thighs as he watches FlameFrags bring them up to his face to smell them. Wemmbu feels himself grow wetter, pressing back slightly against FlameFrags as he watches. It's disgusting knowing it's his own panties, but sexy realizing FlameFrags is thoroughly enjoying the scent of his slick.

He's about to start complaining when he feels FlameFrags push against him, pushing his cock between his thighs and against his wet cunt. He moans at the sensation, finally able to feel his hot flesh against him, raw as he grinds against him. FlameFrags pushes his thighs closer, groaning as Wemmbu also presses tight. The feeling of Wemmbu's muscular legs around his cock is too good, and he grunts and slowly fucks into them as he feels Wemmbu's pussy flutter against him.

Wemmbu moans softly, rocking back in sync with FlameFrags' disgruntled thrusts as another orgasm begins to build. Wemmbu leans down, eyes catching FlameFrags' mangled hand. He rubs the wounds softly, caressing FlameFrags' wrist to encourage him to let go of the marble and allow Wemmbu to guide it. FlameFrags obeys, letting Wemmbu bring it up to his lips and lick the dried blood up.

FlameFrags grunts, the painful stinging turning into pleasure as Wemmbu thoroughly cleans the bite with his spit. And FlameFrags leans down to mouth at Wemmbu's neck as the Endling begins to take his fingers into his mouth. He suckles softly, long tongue wrapping around them, making FlameFrags' cock pulse with jealousy.

Wemmbu smiles as he feels FlameFrags still against him, looking down to see the tip of his cock between his thighs. It spurts come out strongly, painting the front of the sink and dripping between his thighs. He's a little disappointed when FlameFrags doesn't bite him, watching him bite down on his lip cruelly through the mirror as the orgasm ebbs away.

FlameFrags rests his forehead on Wemmbu's shoulder, sweat dripping down the side of his face and neck as he grows tired. And Wemmbu rocks gently against his cock that still hasn't died down at all.

"How many times will you need to come? You've already come like two times?" Wemmbu says worriedly, hand moving to caress FlameFrags head.

He breathes heavily, eyes shut as his body feels sluggish and weak. FlameFrags tries to focus, wanting to respond to Wemmbu. The right words slowly come to his head, mouth softly mumbling against Wemmbu's neck.

Of course, no words actually come out. FlameFrags is sure he spoke, but all Wemmbu hears is a random assortment of sounds as he slumps tiredly over Wemmbu.

Wemmbu feels him go flaccid, and he realizes that FlameFrags is passing out on top of him.

"Flame?" He worries, trying to gauge his face through the mirror.

His locs cover his face, but Wemmbu can tell he's practically exhausted. Did coming between his thighs make him think he successfully mated or something?

Wemmbu steps back, grunting as he stands upright while holding onto FlameFrags' heavy weight. He turns, opening the bathroom door and walking carefully to FlameFrags' room, struggling slightly. At least he's awake enough to walk, but as they get closer to the bed, he passes out completely. Fortunately, just in time for Wemmbu to lay him down on the mattress.

Wemmbu shuffles back awkwardly. He's naked from the waist down. Come and slick on his thighs, cooling as he watches FlameFrags sleep. He bites his lip, feeling his cunt pulse in arousal not quenched. He steps around the side of the bed, leaning down to feel FlameFrags' forehead. With the back of his hand, he rests it against his forehead. He's hot, but Wemmbu isn't sure if it's normal for his kind or not.

He caresses his face, using the pads of his fingers to run under the heavy eyebags and pinched brows that broadcast FlameFrags' discomfort. He leaves the room, looking for a clean towel underneath the bathroom sink and turning the faucet on to run cold water over it. He takes the chance to pick up his shirt, pants, and torn-up panties, throwing them into a hamper and setting his boots upright at the entrance of the bathroom.

He walks back to FlameFrags' room, feet padding against the smooth clay as he makes his way back to his side. He presses his hand again, and FlameFrags is significantly hotter. He recoils in surprise, though unburned, thanks to his scales. It's a fever.

Wemmbu quickly places the towel over his forehead, watching the cool water quickly steam against his hot skin. Wemmbu quickly moves to tear his tank top off, sure that any fabric would only be causing him to overheat more. He drools only a little bit at his defined musculature and hairy chest. He'll hopefully have a chance to bite and lick it all later.

Wemmbu leaves again to fill a bowl with water, along with grabbing the water bottles FlameFrags had forgotten to bring into the room. Another towel is snatched as well, and Wemmbu walks back, setting it all on the nightstand. He soaks the towel into the bowl, draping it over FlameFrags' chest and pouring water over it as it steams up.

He can't imagine how uncomfortable FlameFrags must feel right now. Now, he feels a little guilty. Had he known FlameFrags would get sick, he wouldn't have messed around with him like this. Wemmbu knows that their biologies are quite different, but he didn't think that FlameFrags would suffer so much if he was constantly baited. He wonders if it's similar to sexual frustration in parrots?

And he thinks that if he were of the same species as FlameFrags, he'd be a better match for FlameFrags. He can't go into heat for him. Sure, he has the right equipment, but the mating cues that they have spent years evolving aren't known to him. He doesn't lose control of his bearings, letting his mate take him with no trouble. He doesn't slick or release pheromones to attract him.

Hell, he isn't even particularly interested in sex at all. He's combative and aggressive, nothing compared to the females of his species, of which he thinks are particularly submissive during their heats to appease their mate's ruts. He didn't ask ManePear much about that.

Did he make a mistake in purposefully enticing FlameFrags' rut? Are their differences intentionally hurting Wemmbu? If he were affected by his hormones, would FlameFrags have suffered a lot less than he currently was?

He pets his head gently, his claws lightly grazing his locs as he sighs softly. The cold water seems to be working; already, his brows have relaxed, and he seems to be a little more comfortable.

All Wemmbu can do is make him cool as he rests.

—

Occasionally FlameFrags stirs slightly, awake just enough for Wemmbu to help him drink water before his eyes flutter shut again.

Eventually, he's resting on Wemmbu's naked lap, and Wemmbu starts to feel sleepy as well. He glances at the clock on the wall, noting the sun is starting to set. Which makes sense. He soaks the towels one last time with water, vaguely realizing they are no longer steaming as he lies down comfortably against FlameFrags' pillow. It smells like him, and he huffs softly into it as his eyes drag closed. A hand stays resting on FlameFrags' face, caressing him. His own tail stills, and his ear twitches as he finally dozes off.

—

He feels…warm.

Wemmbu stirs slightly, hands twitching beside him. He blearily opens his eyes, feeling a wetness between his legs as he mewls softly. He clenches his thighs, looking down quickly as he feels sparks of pleasure building.

There's FlameFrags, nose deep in his pubes, tongue working almost furiously through his folds and tracing his hole. The sounds of his slick and his tongue are vulgar, and Wemmbu can't help the moan that slips out as FlameFrags pries his thighs apart with one hand.

The other is unabashedly jerking his cock. FlameFrags' eyes are shut, a look of bliss taking over as he puts his all into eating out Wemmbu's cunt. He ignores his clit, torturously circling it on purpose as Wemmbu writhes underneath him.

"Uhn—Flame!" Wemmbu groans, hands coming down to grip his locs. They shift between pulling FlameFrags' head away and pulling him close.

He feels his orgasm building, a forgotten feeling taking hold of his nerves. He arches his back into him, thighs shaking as they do the opposite. He doesn't know whether to stay or to leave.

His moans become more frequent, and FlameFrags continues the same rhythm. Though it changes just a bit when he starts letting his tongue go over his sensitive clit.

It brings a smile to his face as he watches Wemmbu flinch, and the hand keeping his hip down moves to press on his stomach near his pubic mound. Then he presses slightly into his belly button, and Wemmbu keens as he begins sucking harshly right on his clit.

The sparks of pleasure that come from pressing his abdominal nerves and focusing his clit, along with the grogginess of waking from sleep, become too much, and Wemmbu lets out an obscene moan as he closes his thighs tight and presses his cunt further into FlameFrags' desperate mouth.

He comes and squirts, crying as FlameFrags drinks it all and doesn't let up on licking his cunt. He feels it drip down his perineum onto the mattress, fluids trying to be rescued by FlameFrags' mouth.

His toes curl, and he squeals as the licking sends him right into another wave. His cunt pulses tightly and white, creamy come leaks from his hole onto FlameFrags' awaiting tongue. It takes Wemmbu pushing and hitting FlameFrags' head for the nether demon to finally let up.

And Wemmbu can't help the throb of arousal he feels as he watches FlameFrags fist his cock as he licks around Wemmbu's inner thighs, catching his slick and sweat like a parched man.

FlameFrags' face pinches slightly, and his head falls, and his mouth opens as he groans. Wemmbu watches his hand still, and he realizes he's coming. He sits up slowly, looking at FlameFrags's form as he breathes in shakily.

He gasps at the pool of come in between his legs. How many times had FlameFrags come before he'd decided to wake Wemmbu? Wemmbu smiles smugly, petting FlameFrags head.

"My poor mate, trying to be considerate for me? How many times did you make yourself come?" He whispers, rubbing his ears.

He chuckles as he hears FlameFrags whimper, leaning into his hand.

"T—three…," he mumbles softly, catching his breath as the euphoria lowers.

"And who knows how many before you passed out, poor, poor Flamey…"

He cries softly, rough hands moving to rest on the hand against his ear. Wemmbu feels a little cruel, so he grabs his chin, tilting FlameFrags' head up so they can look at each other.

"Why are you holding back? I'm your mate, it's my job to help you."

"I don't…I don't want to hurt you…" He sniffles, opening his mouth as Wemmbu slips a clawed finger inside.

"But you're hurting, right? You would feel so much better if you just let go. You won't hurt me, I trust you," Wemmbu speaks.

He's nervous for him. He's vaguely aware FlameFrags has to finish inside to end his rut, but with how fragile he is after days of stimulation. Wemmbu is worried he won't be able to handle it. He's also awkward in using all this terminology. He feels like he's speaking more as the 'alpha' than the 'omega,' but it seems to work for FlameFrags. Maybe the lengthy rut has him more delirious than he'd thought?

It's hot inside his mouth. Wemmbu briefly runs his claw over his teeth, feeling his large canines. They're big, and Wemmbu gulps a little as he realizes FlameFrags is going to have to bite his neck with them.

That's why his hand was gored and bloody.

He feels another pang of guilt. With no one to mark, FlameFrags had resorted to fulfilling the urge with his own hand.

He slips the finger out, leaning over to FlameFrags to gently coax him into a kiss. The nether demon moans in relief as their lips make contact. His hot tongue is soothed by the contrasting chill of Wemmbu's, and he can't help but feel like putty in his hands as Wemmbu drags him down.

Wemmbu spreads his thighs, giving space for FlameFrags to settle neatly in between, heavy cock resting over his belly. It lies crudely, vulgar and erotic. Wemmbu can't help but bring a hand to half-hazardly measure its length with his thumb and pinkie. He finds that his fingers aren't long enough to encapsulate its length.

FlameFrags ruts softly against his cunt, the wetness making the glide all the easier. The leftover come does wonders as well. Wemmbu moans softly, hand running down FlameFrags' sweaty sides up and down in encouragement.

He leans back to breathe because if he doesn't, FlameFrags might just stay there until he passes out. The nether demon nips at his neck and his jaw, his large hands trailing down to grip at Wemmbu's waist. Their tails whip around, hitting each other every so often.

Wemmbu lifts his hips up, unsatisfied with the simple grinding FlameFrags is doing. He sniffs his skin, tongue darting out to lick up sweat as FlameFrags shivers. If he had to guess as to what FlameFrags' scent would be. He thinks it'd be a smoky, salty musk.

He presses with his claws, smiling as he watches red lines bubble from them as he drags down slowly. FlameFrags stutters, biting a little roughly at Wemmbu's neck before pulling back in a panic.

Wemmbu raises a brow, watching FlameFrags seem mortified that he'd bitten Wemmbu. It makes no sense. Just a few weeks ago, he'd beat his ass at the tournament, however bitter he felt about it. It was true. He had never had any qualms about hurting Wemmbu before. What was different now?

"Flame." He pats his face a couple of times, brows furrowing at the glazed-over look he has as he looks at Wemmbu. Wemmbu bites his lip, tilting his head in confusion.

"What's wrong? Why did you pull back?"

"If I mess up, you'll leave…I don't want you to leave. Please," he mumbles, tears evaporating on his cheeks.

Wemmbu pauses at that, brows softening. It's a childish fear. That he'd leave FlameFrags to suffer if he somehow crossed a line. Well, whatever line there had been was long stepped on and swept away by the wind. Maybe it was justified. He was a little flaky at times, through no fault of his own. So now, he has to convince FlameFrags he's not going to leave him, even though he didn't have the slightest urge to do so in the first place.

How messed up would that be? To leave FlameFrags to suffer alone because of something he'd done.

He lifts his legs, wrapping them around FlameFrags waist and pulling him even closer. He grabs hold of his face, bringing him down to his face, lips brushing ever so slightly.

"I'm not leaving. Not anymore. Take what you need, Flame. I'm all yours, your mate." He blushed, cheeks darkening at his words.

He'd never said something so romantic in his life. And saying it to FlameFrags was such a weird feeling. Telling his rival he was his? Well, they definitely couldn't be rivals after this.

FlameFrags huffed into him, biting his lip and nodding nervously as he looked down at Wemmbu. His eyes then darkened, and his hands grip on his waist grew harsh. Wemmbu shivered; his gaze felt animalistic. As if he were thinking of the perfect spot to start devouring him.

FlameFrags lifted up, settling on his knees as his hands went around to grip the underside of Wemmbu's thighs. It was so arousing to Wemmbu to see how they could wrap around so easily. He thought he'd been building more muscle, but it was nothing compared to the bigger frame of FlameFrags. Their muscular difference was…something. Maybe he was a little jealous. He could never quite keep the muscle on, just wasn't meant to be, he supposed.

Wemmbu was quickly snapped out of his thoughts when said hands folded him over, thighs to his chest, holding him down firmly. His pussy fluttered, feeling exposed and vulnerable. The perfect position to be bred.

He laughed nervously, watching FlameFrags lift up ever so slightly and rub his cock tip against his folds. His pubes became soaked flat to his mons pubis with his fluids and FlameFrags' pre being dragged against them. He knew he must look debauched, and it didn't help the flame of arousal quickly roaring up again. He couldn't feel any shame, not when it felt so right to be underneath FlameFrags like this. Cunt exposed to him and awaiting his cock.

FlameFrags shifted his left hand to hold both legs down and used his right to guide his cocktip against Wemmbu's entrance. And Wemmbu panicked, realizing he hadn't been stretched out save for his own nimble fingers earlier.

"Wait—!" He whimpered, tail slapping against the mattress as FlameFrags pushed his cocktip past the rim.

The stretch felt like glory. The slight burn was barely noticeable compared to the itch it scratched as it pressed against his walls. He mewled softly, eyes closed as he felt FlameFrags rock back and forth slightly, tip popping in and out.

He leaked pathetically, slick dripping down his perineum as FlameFrags teased him. He couldn't even push forward, legs and thighs held down firmly. It was humiliating to see that he couldn't even push against one of FlameFrags ' hands; their difference in strength was palpable. The helplessness only turned him on more.

FlameFrags pushed a little further, eyes focused on Wemmbu, whose head was thrown back. Pathetic whines poured from his lips, hands gripping the covers underneath him as he felt FlameFrags' cock slide in a little more.

With his cock safely inside, FlameFrags removed his hand, moving to press down on Wemmbu's thighs again. His tail flicked softly, finding Wemmbu's and wrapping tightly around it as he pushed in further. Wemmbu cursed, back arching. His cock was so big, stretching his walls and pressing firmly against all the right nerves as it went further and further inside. It was maddening. How had he ever lived before?

FlameFrags breathed softly, mind clearing as his body finally got what it wanted. He briefly let go of Wemmbu's thigh to push his locs away, wanting to see the Endling in all his exposed glory.

The position was just lewd. A tiny, tight cunt stretched wide around his dick. He smiled, eyes lidded as they focused on Wemmbu's puffed clitoris that seemed to beg for attention. FlameFrags ignored it in favor of pushing his dick further, now halfway.

He groaned, feeling Wemmbu's plush, velvety walls clench and unclench around him as they decided whether they wanted him further inside or out. Wemmbu whined softly, lifting his head to look at where FlameFrags was making his way inside.

He unconsciously clenched down harder at the sight, drawing a small hiss from FlameFrags at the tightness. He rocked back and forth, not pushing any more of his cock inside to give Wemmbu some time to relax and get used to what was already inside his pussy.

"Fuck, I felt like I was losing it." FlameFrags muttered, watching his cock slide out until just the tip was inside before he shoved it in halfway.

"Uhn?" Wemmbu flinched, not expecting to hear FlameFrags speak. He yelped as his fat cock shoved inside again.

"Don't want to be apart…your cunt feels so good around me." He set Wemmbu's legs on his shoulders, keeping his thighs pressed against his chest.

Wemmbu gasped, ears burning at the words. He clenched, drawing a small chuckle out of FlameFrags. He held his breath when FlameFrags pulled out until just the tip was inside, brows raising as he watched FlameFrags hesitate.

Wemmbu raised a brow, watching FlameFrags' thighs flex and hands press him further against himself.

He squealed when he sheathed himself in one go, the slight curve of his cock letting the prominent vein press perfectly against his g-spot. His cock tip barely grazed his cervix, and he writhed as FlameFrags ground down trying to reach further.

Wemmbu's hands flew up, grabbing hold of FlameFrags locs to drag them into a rough kiss. Wemmbu moaned into the kiss, licking his teeth and suckling on his tongue as FlameFrags rewarded him by dragging his cock out and pushing back inside torturously slow. It felt like his cock got caught against his walls with every push, vaginal walls incredibly unprepared for FlameFrags' cock.

Wemmbu pulled him in with his calves, pulling back from the kiss as FlameFrags began to thrust in and out rhythmically. He squealed in embarrassment, trying to bite his lip to contain his moans. He couldn't believe he was moaning underneath FlameFrags with his huge dick opening him wide. He didn't know what he had expected when he'd courted the Netherian, but it really hadn't been this.

It had been a small joke. But jokes, they tend to have a little truth in them, don't they? He wanted to tease FlameFrags, like he always did. But deep down, he wanted this. Wanted to be pinned under him, cock deep in his guts. Wanted his teeth in his neck, hot tongue over his scales. He wanted him. Wanted to be his.

"Mine…my mate. Mine to fuck whenever I want…" FlameFrags groaned, thrusts becoming sharper as Wemmbu's cunt got more and more wet.

"Yes, yours—I am!" Wemmbu replied, watching FlameFrags' chest puff in satisfaction. His hands let go, falling back beside his head as he arched up.

"Mine to breed, to fuck full of my come." He bit his lip, a hand coming down to spread Wemmbu's pussy lips further apart.

"Uhn?" The breeding talk was…different. Wemmbu was surprised at himself when he clenched hard, his body reacting to FlameFrags' crude remarks.

FlameFrags stilled, cock drawn back as he looked at Wemmbu, who whimpered in confusion.

"Why—? Why'd you stop..?"

"Say it." He smiled, eyes crinkling as he stared at Wemmbu.

"What?" Wemmbu mumbled, hips jerking down to entice FlameFrags to keep fucking him.

"You want my come deep inside, you want to have my pups. Say it." He leaned back, his knees spread on the mattress, and cock tip barely inside.

Wemmbu sighed shakily, looking away in embarrassment from FlameFrags' expectant gaze. He had been so docile a couple of minutes ago; why had he suddenly sobered up?

His thighs were starting to burn from the way he was folded over, and FlameFrags' tail had his own pinned down. FlameFrags rocked his hips softly, the tip sliding in a little farther and eliciting a soft mewl from Wemmbu.

I'll never live this down.

"Umm, I—I want your c—come," Wemmbu cringed, suddenly very interested in the ceiling. "Oh my god, and uhh, to have your pups…"

His face felt like it was on fire, and he brought his hands to cover his face. He keened as FlameFrags thrust his cock inside fully. He finally let his thighs down, letting Wemmbu get a little bit of space as he grabbed his hips and began pulling him against himself. FlameFrags moaned, eyes lidded as he kept up a steady rhythm. It was driving Wemmbu crazy.

Having to say those words, cunt obscenely stretched around his cock, completely naked for FlameFrags to see. It all stacked onto each other, and he felt his stomach muscles start to spasm as an orgasm quickly began building. The pace was perfect, just enough to press against his sensitive nerves but slow enough that it didn't overwhelm. He was shocked when FlameFrags suddenly stilled again, mouth dropped in a groan as he was coming inside.

Wemmbu whimpered as the building orgasm quickly died, and he was left uselessly clenching FlameFrags' cock as he recovered from ejaculating. Then he realized that his erection hadn't gone down.

FlameFrags sighed softly, slipping his cock out slowly. His eyes narrowed on the come seeping out of Wemmbu's cunt, fingers coming down to shove it back inside. Wemmbu merely flinched softly.

Wemmbu pulled his legs back, letting them fall to the side. He leaned forward, resting on one hand and using the other to rub his rapidly bruising hips. FlameFrags had pressed quite harshly, but he found that he liked the pain that flared when he pressed the sensitive skin.

"…Mate?" FlameFrags muttered, hands grasping the covers nervously.

He seemed to return to being submissive, eyes cast to the side as he waited for the Endling to reply. His tail reluctantly unfurled from Wemmbu's, and the purple one took the opportunity to extend and stretch it out. The pins and needles from FlameFrags' tight grasp hadn't felt great.

Wemmbu took a second to reply, not realizing that FlameFrags was referring to him. Right, he was now his mate.

"Yeah?" He sat up, bringing his hands down in front of his pussy to hide himself.

There was no point; FlameFrags had already seen it all. But he wanted some semblancy of modesty, however small it might be.

"You're beautiful."

"…Thank you. You're uhh, pretty nice when you're all hormonal," Wemmbu commented, hand coming up to rub FlameFrags' ear.

"Uhm, mates tend to be very aggressive. It's…instinct to be calm," FlameFrags muttered, leaning into Wemmbu's hand as it scratched behind his ear.

Wemmbu chuckled, a soft smile resting on his face. That made a lot of sense, actually. FlameFrags was acting all calm and subdued because, apparently, a Netherian mate would likely try to claw his throat out if he was anything but. Well, he could do it too, should FlameFrags piss him off enough…

The sudden dominance was likely his actual feelings poking out. Wemmbu shivered at the thought of having sex with FlameFrags out of his rut. Would he be just as demanding and rough as he usually was?

But he was content to watch the Immortal Demon follow his hand, lashes fluttering and tail wagging as it took what Wemmbu would give him. Wemmbu drew his hand back, amused at the quiet whine FlameFrags let out. He ran his hand over his locs, feeling the ends, letting the warm ends heat his skin.

He was a little annoyed his orgasm had been ruined, cunt throbbing as it begged for FlameFrags' cock back. He turned, resting on his knees and holding himself up with his hands. His tail swayed softly, and he arched his back, cunt perfectly exposed. Wemmbu looked back alluringly, black eyes lidded and a sly smile painted on his face.

FlameFrags stuttered, eyes wide at his pose. He was presenting himself. What a perfect mate.

He leaned down, resting himself over Wemmbu and guiding his cock back inside with a guiding hand before caging him. He thrusted all the way inside, grunting at the difference in tightness. Wemmbu mewled, head falling forward as FlameFrags started up again. He lost his balance, catching himself on his forearms as FlameFrags' cock grazed deliciously against his g-spot as it went back inside.

It felt better this way. The pressure and heat of FlameFrags against his back made him shiver. And the hot puffs of air against his nape made him tense in anticipation. He let out a shocked mewl as he felt FlameFrags' fingers rub his cunt, fingers focusing on his clit.

They rubbed in a circular motion, pressing down as his cock sheathed itself inside and playing lightly when he drew back. It felt amazing, and he moved a hand back to press against his belly. He gasped as he felt his cock bulge his belly slightly as he pushed back inside. He hadn't realized it was that deep inside.

He spread his legs softly, feeling his thighs shake slightly as FlameFrags' weight began to take its toll.

FlameFrags snapped his hips roughly, moaning every so often as he watched Wemmbu. He smiled happily as he watched Wemmbu's hips start to move back against him. It felt amazing to watch him fall apart, all for him. He could feel that he was close, his walls fluttering randomly as Wemmbu's mewls and moans grew higher and louder.

He rubbed at his clit quickly, pushing his weight down to make Wemmbu fall forward onto his chest. Wemmbu keened, legs flying up and cunt clenching like a vice around his cock as he came. Wemmbu turned his head to the side, tongue lolling out as he kept fucking him. FlameFrags huffed, heavy thrusts drawing a wetter, squirting orgasm from Wemmbu as he was practically crushed underneath the Netherian.

He couldn't even speak, garbled noises slipping out as FlameFrags continued to drive his cock into Wemmbu. The overstimulation burned, and he felt lightheaded as the tip kissed his cervix ever so slightly. Wemmbu whimpered, hearing him growl, flinching as a hand moved his hair to the side and a pair of hot lips began to mouth around his neck.

His large canines grazed around, catching slightly on his scales. He searched, trying to find the perfect spot to bite, wanting it to be definite and irrefutable. Wemmbu drooled into the mattress, small tears slipping out as he kept thrusting harshly. He felt like he was on fire, nerves yelling out in overstimulation as his cock invaded his cunt and accommodated its girth. It felt like he was barely able to stretch around him.

FlameFrags moaned roughly, stuttering as his pace became random and unfocused. Wemmbu gripped the covers, feeling another wave of burning come fill his pussy as FlameFrags came again.

He squealed as sharp teeth bit into his nape, easily biting through the scales into the meat of his neck. He froze up, body feeling like jello as FlameFrags lay against him, neck in his jaw. He was almost scared to move, but more than that, he was incredibly hot. The pain mixed beautifully with the pleasure, and he found himself seizing up again as he came again. He held his breath, his hips that were grinding against FlameFrags fingers stilling as it ran through his entire body.

"Uhn…" Wemmbu mewled quietly, eyes shutting as he felt FlameFrags' teeth unhook from his neck.

FlameFrags licked softly, lapping up the blood that spilled out and rolling the two of them sideways, spooning Wemmbu. He shoved his cock back inside when it slipped out slightly, drawing a startled yelp from Wemmbu. The Endling turned to look at him, wondering why he hadn't pulled out.

"…A legit mating cycle lasts at least two days, Wemmbu."

"Wh—? But you've been rutting—?"

"It's not mating, though. And now that you're here…I feel a lot more energized and lucid than I did earlier."

He accentuated his point as he rolled his hips slightly, grinning as Wemmbu weakly fluttered around him. He brought his chin over Wemmbu's head, nuzzling softly.

"But I can wait for you to be ready, I…I want you to enjoy this."

Wemmbu yawned slightly, leaning back and letting his tail wrap around FlameFrags'. He shifted his legs, slotting them in between the Netherian's and shifting to get comfortable.

"Such a good mate you are, hmm…" Wemmbu's eyes slipped closed, ear flicking.

FlameFrags merely wrapped his arms around Wemmbu, resting over his belly and pressing light kisses on his hair. Being mates with Wemmbu wasn't something he ever thought would happen. He never thought he'd want this in the first place. But now that he was here, his rival in his arms, cuddling peacefully. It felt right, like this was what he'd been missing his whole life.

—

A few days later…

FlameFrags bit his lip, brow furrowing at the massive stack of pancakes in front of him. He'd fucked up again. When would he possibly be able to eat all of these? He opened his pantry, pulling a jar of honey out. But then he remembered.

"Wemmbu? I made breakfast!" He called out, turning towards his bedroom.

He smiled unabashedly, watching Wemmbu walk out with one of his t-shirts, long legs taking hefty strides towards him. His body was maimed and dark where FlameFrags had taken his time biting and sucking. His throat looked mauled, but the Endling didn't seem to mind the pain as he walked to FlameFrags' side. The Endling licked his lips, turning around to grab a plate from the cupboard, and then served himself an exaggerated serving of pancakes.

Wemmbu popped open the jar of honey, pouring a disgusting amount of it over them before wiggling the jar to catch the strands onto the lip before setting the jar down. He sat down at the table, wordlessly taking a fork FlameFrags handed him before he began scarfing down the pancakes.

Likewise, FlameFrags sat down close. He himself poured a more reasonable amount onto an even more reasonable amount of pancakes. He dug in, licking his lips as a little honey spilled from them.

Finally, someone to eat his leftovers.

Someone to wake up with.

Someone to love.