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Dust is curled up on his bed, feeling absolutely miserable but unable to sleep off the painful LV and magic spike he's having. It was bound to happen again at some point, he knew the month free of any strange behavior from his magic was to good too be true. Things have been better since he joined the fallen god, but there's also only so much the corrupt skeleton can do for the high amount of DT in his soul. So, he's often confined to his room when a particularly bad episode rolls around, as his magic is too unstable to fight or fuck it out as he usually does.
He gets dragged from his thoughts by a knock on his door, his magic summoning attacks in automattic response to the startle, making a bigger mess of his already trashed room. With a groan, he rolls over so he's facing the door, watching the shadow from under the crack.
«What.» his voice is low and scratchy, making his irritaion clear to whoever has come to check on him.
“i brought you food...” Axe's voice is muffled by the door, his shadow moving about slightly.
«Leave it at the door.» Dust grunts, rolling back over. He doesn't tend to eat when like this, it'll only add to the magic he needs to burn through. It's not like a week of starvation will kill him, since these usually tend to last that long.
“... you haven't eaten anything else i left.” ah great, Axe sounds worried. He doesn't want to deal with the other skeleton's worrying, as mean as that sounds. But, he sighs as he slowly sits up, forcing his sore body out of bed to shuffle to the door. He might not want to eat, but he doesn't want to cause Axe a panic or anxiety attack from him not eating.
Dust cracks the door open enough to look up at the large skeleton, feeling his magic spark in agitation because of his clothes from the ecto formed to help burn through his reservoirs. Purple mist flows out from his room, fogging up the ground in the near vicinity before fading. Axe looks at him, and then the magic spilling from the dark room, a look of surprise and fascination on his face. Dust takes the plate he is holding, wanting to just retreat back to his room. He doesn't get to close the door as Axe stops him with his hand, making the smaller huff in annoyance.
“i want to watch... make sure you eat.” he explains, pushing the door open a little more, but makes no move to enter the room, letting Dust decide on if he will invite him in or not. Dust sighs heavly, opening the door enough to let Axe in, then turns and goes to his bed, the only item that's not really destroyed by his magic. Axe happily enters, closing the door behind him as he follows Dust to his bed, sitting beside the smaller on the matress.
Dust starts eating in silence, enjoying the food. Axe has always been a good cook, and despite not wanting the extra magic the food would give him, it does feel nice to ease the hunger pains. Axe watches with a pointed gaze, his large eyelight blown out as his watches Dust finish the food. He swallows, his rusty ecto tongue summoned, licking over his canines. Dust's magic smells so intoxicating, and the mist in the room is clouding his mind. A hunger he hasn't felt in a very long time makes his soul pinch as he gazes over Dust's summoned body that's unfortunally hidden by his clothes, making him salivate more.
Dust finishes his food, setting the plate down on the floor, looking up at Axe. The other stares at him with an intense look, swallowing occasionally as he breathes heavily. He frowns, looking the large skeleton over. Axe slowly leans in closer, reaching out with his sharpened phalanges, gently running them over Dust's exposed collar, feeling the soft flesh beneath.
«Axe? Are you okay?» Dust doesn't move away from the touch, used to the more intimate advances by the others, but is hesitant to try anything with his magic in such an unstable situation.
“should be... askin' you that.” Axe grunts leaning in and pulling Dust into a slow, messy kiss. The oher kisses back hesitantly, pulling away quickly when he feels Axe's hands wander down his body.
“what's wrong...?” Axe looks down at Dust, who looks away, not wanting to meet his gaze.
«I can't right now, my magic is too unstable. I don't want to accidently hurt you.»
Axe huffs, roughly shoving Dust down, pinning him to his bed.
“i want to help...” That's the only warning Dust gets as his clothes quickly get taken off, leaving him laying exposed on his bed with Axe hovering over him, sharp phalages running over his summoned body. Dust shudders, not fighting back. It's not the first time he uses sex to burn through excess magic, but he will have to keep a close eye on his magic to keep it from acting up. Axe seems unbothered by the magic in the air, in fact, Dust suspects it's what has made him so eager to help. He files that away for later, now just watching Axe as he nuzzles and pet's his ecto.
“i wonder... what your ecto... tastes like...” Axe muses, licking his canines hungrily. Dust's eyes widen, and he panics, grabbing Axe's soul with blue magic to keep him in place, making the other pause and look down at him. They stay like that for a while, Axe's single eye staring at Dust's miss-matched ones. He waits patiently to tell him what to do, while the smaller is having an inner debate with himself. Dust knows from personal experience that their ecto can take damage and all they will have to do is unsummon it and it'll be fine the next time they form it. And maybe this could help with the high amount of magic in his system... So, he lets the blue magic holding Axe flicker off, and the larger gives Dust a hungry grin, showing off his sharp teeth as he leans down. He nuzzles Dust's soft stomach, enjoying the natural light musk of his body, slowly licking up his stomach to his left breast.
Dust shivers, both from the feeling and the look Axe is giving him, one of pure hunger he's only seen on him a few times, right before he tears into food like he's been starved his whole life. Axe latches onto his nipple, sucking on it for a moment, then takes more of the soft mound into his mouth, sinking his teeth into the sensitive pseudo flesh. Dust takes in a sharp breath as he feels the sharp bone cut into the soft skin, drawing some raw magic out that acts as blood. Axe keeps it light for a while, biting down only hard enough to draw blood and cut into the flesh. When he sees tears form in Dust's eyes, he bites down further, cutting clean through the ecto, making Dust cry out in pain and grip the sheets. He growls lowly, savouring the taste in his mouth as he chews the delicate meat, swallowing it down after a bit. He licks over the bleeding bite a few times, with Dust shuddering under him with each time he runs his tongue over the wound. He then goes in for a bigger bite, moving back once he has a good mouthful, watching as the smaller sheds some tears from the pain, but doesn't try to fight back. Axe eagerly swallows that mouthful to get more, taking multiple smaller bites as he rips away the last remaining bit of Dust's remaining left breast and the bit of ecto around his chest, giving him no time to process the pain as he moves to the right, finishing it clean off in three bites.
Axe licks over the torn flesh where Dust's breasts used to be, eagerly lapping up the raw magic leaking from the wounds. Dust has kept himself quiet throughout the whole thing, tears flowing freely as he grits his teeth, eyes closed tightly. When the flow slows down, Axe moves down to Dust's thighs, licking up the right one slowly, again nuzzling it gently before sinking his teeth in, bitting out a large chunk of the pseudo flesh.
Dust cries silently, tears falling down his face as he grips the bedsheets which will definitely need to be changed out once they're done. The hunger doubles, turning into stabs of pain, making Axe double down on his efforts as he rips large chunks of ecto off in bites, quickly finishing up with his right thigh and moving to the left. When only his bones are left again, Axe moves up, licking over Dust's folds. He's dripping wet and hard, despite all the pain, making Axe chuckle
“you really... like this, huh?”
Dust can only whimper, it turning into a moan as Axe strokes his length with his hands a few times. He leaves him like that though, moving up and giving Dust's arms the same treatment as he thighs, making sure every bit of flesh is ripped away, sucking the bone clean. He does the same to his remaining chest and then stomach, and lastly his ass, making sure to leave the genitalia in tact.
Dust is now openly sobbing, his body so painfully on fire, but he can't seem to get enough. Axe shows mercy and finally starts pleasing him, using his clawed hand to jerk him off, turning Dust's sobs into moans. It doesn't take Dust long to near his climax, cumming into Axe's hand. The larger brings his hand up, slowly licking it clean, making Dust whimper at the sight.
Axe then moves down, licking over Dust's legnth a few times, drawing more little noises from him. Then, without warning, he bites the tip right off. Dust screams throwing his head back as he gets overwhelmed with pain and pleasure, having another orgasim from it. Axe licks it all up eagerly, before continuing to slowly eat the rest of Dust's member, licking over the wound a few times. He then moves back, pulling down his shorts, pumping his length a few times, letting Dust catch his breath. Slowly, he lines himself up pushing into Dust without any prep, making the other cry out. Soon enough he's pounding into Dust, gripping his hips hard enough to leave bruises, while Dust is lost to the pleasure and screaming out his name. Dust has a few smaller orgasms before Axe cums into him, pumping him full with his rust-tinted magic. The two of them stay like that for a while, catching their breaths, then Axe slowly pulls out, leaving Dust empty and whimpering softly. He doesn't get long to just be in a state of somewhat trance as Axe leans down, licking over his folds a few times, before sinking his teeth into the over-sesitve flesh, eating the last part of Dust's magic as he screams from the pain.
When he's done, Dust is utterly spent, looking about ready to pass out. Axe takes pity on him, scooping him up and holding his limp body to his strong chest as he goes about changing the sheets. When that's done, he lays Dust down, getting into bed beside him and covering them both with the blankets that somehow managed to avoid getting anything on them.
Dust is quickly falling asleep, his LV and magic spike now gone, leaving him only with the throbing pain of their activities and a sore throat. It's going to come back and punch him in his nonexistant gut tomorrow he knows, but he's sure Axe won't mind helping him.
The last thing his mind registers before he passes out, is Axe's low purring voice.
“love you... cupcake.”