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It’s the early days of summer, the sun shining bright in almost perfectly clear blue skies. It’s hot outside, but not unbearably so. Just about every ghoul in the Ministry has made their way down to the lake, most of them cooling off in the water while the rest laze around on the shore, either sunbathing or seeking relief from the heat under the shade of nearby trees.
Rain and Dew split off from the crowd a while ago, finding a spot in the grass to lie on just far enough from the lake that the endless stream of chatter and chaos is nothing but a dull hum in the background. Rain had wanted to sunbathe in peace, and Dew had followed to ogle at him shamelessly. Unfortunately for Dewdrop, Rain knew exactly why he was being followed and, in an act of cruelty, kept his t-shirt on, chuckling under his breath when he caught sight of the fire ghouls pout.
Dew lies on his stomach, cheek smooshed into the arms he's using as a pillow to stare at the ghoul sprawled out beside him, flat on his back with his arms crossed behind his head.
Everything around them is lit up vibrantly; the water ghouls features are highlighted perfectly, illuminated by the sun’s glaring light. Dew drinks in the sight of him lying there, content, the faint sheen of sweat coating his exposed skin. The small collection of jewellery that decorates his finned ear twinkle when the sun hits them just right, and the silver ring embedded in his nostril glints with every minute move of the ghouls head. His lips are chapped from the heat, still slightly stained from the cherry lip balm he’d applied before leaving the den this morning. A pair of sunglasses covers his eyes, but Dew can see slightly underneath them from this angle, just enough to know that Rain has his eyes closed as he soaks in the sun.
Dew will never tire of admiring his Rain. He’s so breathtaking; no matter how much time passes, Rain's beauty is always enough to snatch the air from his lungs. They’ve spent near enough every single day for the past eight years in each other's pockets, and he will never get bored with it.
A cool breeze blows through the air. The leaves and flowers sway, blades of grass shift and tickle Dew’s arms. He props himself up on his elbow, leaning towards the other ghoul and casting Rain’s face in his shadow. “Raaaaaainy,” he sings, voice laced with faux innocence, “I’m bored.”
Rain cracks one eye open under tinted lenses, shooting Dewdrop a half-hearted glare for disrupting his peace. “So go find something to do.”
“Or,” Dew throws a leg over Rain’s, straddling the water ghouls thighs, “better idea, you could keep me entertained.”
“Is that right?” Rain grins, slipping cool hands under Dew’s shirt and grabbing him by the waist. “And how do you want me to do that, baby?”
He removes Rain’s sunglasses, throwing them off to the side without a care, despite the weak protests from the ghoul underneath him (there’s, like, one hundred pairs scattered around the den; it's fine. Dew will even buy him a new pair if he has to). He trails his eyes up the water ghouls lithe frame, want simmering low in his abdomen. Wavy black hair fans out on the grass below him, and his lazy grin reveals a peek of fangs that Dew wants to feel graze against his skin, bite down where he’s most sensitive and leave marks in their wake.
He leans down, breath ghosting Rain’s ear. “You know how,” he whispers, taking the water ghouls earlobe between his teeth and tugging, leaving a trail of barely there kisses across his cheek, stopping at the corner of his mouth. He doesn't kiss him. Not yet. Just nudges Rain’s nose with his own, eyes meeting the other ghouls. “Whatdya say, Rainy? Gonna give me what I want?”
He already knows the answer, can see his need reflected right back at him in Rain’s eyes. They’re completely wrapped around each other's fingers, obsessed with each other. Their hunger for one another is contagious; a constant want that burns under the surface of their skin.
“Don't I always?” Rain tightens his hold on Dew’s waist, grip tight enough to leave finger-shaped bruises. He hopes it does.
Dewdrop smirks, lips brushing against the water ghouls. He’s about to finally close the distance, satiate the need that has been itching under his skin all day long, but—
“Phantom’s watching.”
Dew slowly turns his gaze towards the shore, eyes immediately locking with the quintessence ghouls. He’s watching, alright. Sitting cross-legged with his back to everyone else, laser-focused on Rain and Dew. Dew doesn't even think Mountain would be able to pull Phantom’s attention away from them right now.
Dew looks back down at Rain, faces so close together that their lips brush when he speaks, his next words whispered directly into Rain's mouth. “So give him something worth watching.”
Rain uses his grip on Dew’s waist to pull him in, startling a squeak out of the fire ghoul, causing him to land with his hands on either side of Rain's head. He can feel Rain’s arousal against the inside of his thigh through multiple layers of fabric, and he has to bite back a smirk. There’s a quip on the tip of his tongue, ready to tease the water ghoul for already being half hard when they haven't even kissed yet, but before he can speak, Rain surges forward and captures Dew’s lips with his own.
It’s not a soft kiss, far from it. It’s immediately deep, hungry and open-mouthed, nothing but pure need and desperation. Their teeth clank together, a dull pain that neither of them registers. Rain licks into Dew’s mouth like he’s starving, like he’s been poisoned and Dew’s the antidote.
Rain sits up, using his hold on Dew to keep him firmly planted in his lap. Dew cradles Rain’s face between his hands, now that he no longer needs them to hold himself up, and grinds down against Rain, desperately seeking friction. He finds the perfect angle, and they gasp into each other's mouths, foreheads pressed together as they seek pleasure. Rain nudges their horns together before starting on a trail of sloppy kisses down the length of the fire ghouls neck, guiding Dew’s hips with the unrelenting grip he has on his waist.
The water ghoul reaches the neckline of Dew’s t-shirt and reluctantly lets go of his waist with one hand so that he can tug the restrictive fabric out of his way, leaving bruises on pale rose gold skin as he makes his way to Dew’s collarbone, grazing his teeth over the marks he makes just to be a tease. Dew slips a hand to the back of Rain’s head, tangling his fingers in the locks and gripping tight, using his hold to keep Rain’s face pressed close, a silent plea to bite.
“Look at him.” Rain demands, finally sinking his teeth into the fire ghoul. Dew whines, turning to do what he was told and look at Phantom. His breath catches at the sight of the quint ghoul, beautifully flushed and gnawing on his bottom lip. Rain laps at the rivulets of blood flowing from the puncture wounds his fangs made, not wasting a single drop. “Is he enjoying the view? Blushing all pretty for us?”
“Yeah,” Dew starts, breathless, “you gonna share, though? Or are you gonna be greedy and keep me all to yourself?”
He keeps his eyes on Phantom, watching as he shifts his hips, trying and failing to hide the obvious tent in his shorts from view. He quickly gives up, instead looking Dew dead in the eye as he presses down on his cock with the palm of his hand, shoulders sagging with relief at the pressure.
“I can share. You want us both, Dewey?” Rain stops in his tracks, satisfied for now with how many marks he’s decorated his mate’s skin with. He takes Dew’s chin between his thumb and forefinger, turning his gaze back onto him, and smirks, displaying sharp fangs that immediately steal Dewdrop’s focus. “Yeah, thought so. Don't worry, baby, I'll give you what you want.”
Rain gives him one more kiss, soft and sweet. He stands, holding Dew up by the backs of his thighs before carefully lowering him to his feet, reaching out to steady him when his legs wobble and he loses his balance. He turns to Phantom, entwining his fingers with Dew’s and nodding his head towards the abbey, a silent offer to meet them in their bedroom.
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Rain and Dew arrive first, but not a minute later, Phantom barges through the door and slams it shut behind him. He leans against the wood, flushed and panting from exertion, his tail flicking excitedly behind him.
“Hi bug.” The words are barely out of Dew’s mouth before Phantom is closing the distance between them in three long strides, smashing their lips together.
“Hi,” he mumbles against the fire ghouls lips, pulling away and turning to Rain, kissing him with the exact same intensity. He’s always so eager for them, even on days he only wants to watch. Always so desperate. He’d told them once, a hushed whisper in the middle of the night, how much he loves being invited into their nest. How needy he gets for them.
Dew clears his throat, startling Rain and Phantom apart. Both ghouls turn their attention to an impatient Dewdrop, grinning down at him with a matching hunger in their eyes that sends heat straight to Dew's core. They're not even that much taller than him, really. Rain’s got a few inches on him, sure. But Phantom barely has two. Yet when they look at him like this, like they’re going to eat him alive, it makes him feel smaller than he is.
He stands there, arms crossed and scowling at the lack of attention he’s receiving. Rain told him he’d get what he wants, and what he wants is for the two of them to hurry up. Rain arches an eyebrow in warning, stepping forward and crowding him backwards towards their nest. The backs of his knees collide with the mattress, and he falls down helplessly. He lands on his ass, blinking up at the water ghoul, feigning innocence. Phantom comes up beside Rain, glancing between Dew and the pillows stacked against the headboard, a silent order.
Dew shuffles backwards, pulling his t-shirt off and throwing it at Phantom’s face, snorting when it hits its target. Rain narrows his eyes at him, and a thrill runs down his spine. He waits for Phantom to throw away the offending garment and then flops back, propping himself up against the pillows. He pops open the button of his shorts, dragging the slider of his zipper down at a painstakingly slow pace, enjoying how Rain's fingers twitch with impatience at his sides, and Phantom’s tail wraps around his leg to stop its eager swooshing.
He slides his shorts off, tilting his head at Rain and Phantom questioningly. Phantom gets the hint, undressing himself at lightning speed, tripping over himself as he tugs off his swim shorts. He, unsurprisingly, has nothing on underneath them. The quintessence ghoul wraps a hand around himself, hissing at the touch. He’s already leaking, and Dew’s mouth waters with the need to taste.
Rain doesn't make a move to undress until Dew pulls down on the waistband of his underwear, watching with dark eyes as Dew pulls the fabric off, leaving himself exposed. The water ghoul makes quick work of his own clothes as Phantom climbs up beside Dew, grabbing his face and licking into his mouth with no finesse.
Rain fists a hand in Dew’s hair, pulling him away from Phantom. “Are you going to be good?”
Dew moans low in his throat, the sting on his scalp sending all of his remaining blood south. “Uh-huh,” he promises, nodding the best he can with the restrictive hold Rain has on his hair.
Rain looks over Dew’s shoulder at Phantom, his grip on the long strands of blonde never wavering. “Are you?”
“So good.” The quint ghoul is practically vibrating out of his skin, nails digging into his thighs so hard that Dew wouldn't be surprised if he breaks the skin, wanting so badly to reach out but managing to hold himself back. His desire to be good outweighs his desire to touch.
“Sit still and be patient. No touching.”
Rain waits for Phantom’s nod of confirmation before pushing Dew onto his back, crawling over him and leaning down to bite at Dew’s bottom lip. The water ghoul kisses his way down Dew’s neck, scraping his teeth over the already forming bruises he left outside, and adding some new ones. He kisses across the fire ghouls chest, taking each nipple between his teeth and tugging. He traces gentle fingers over pale incision scars, lavishing open-mouthed kisses down Dew’s stomach and across his hipbones
Rain sinks his fangs into the meat of Dew’s right thigh, making the fire ghoul cry out and arch off the bed. He tangles a hand in silky black hair, holding the other ghouls head down as he drinks from the puncture, licking up any stray blood that trickles down Dew’s thigh. Dew can't stop the series of gasps and whines that leave his mouth; the hand not gripping Rain’s hair is digging into the sheets below him so hard he thinks he hears a tear.
Phantom whines beside him, hands fisting the sheets desperately, eyes wide and pleading. The blacks of his pupils nearly swallow the purple of his irises. Rain licks the wound clean, pressing a delicate kiss to it once he’s satisfied. He crooks a finger at Phantom, giving permission to move and a demand to come here. Phantom scrambles over to Rain, neediness rolling off him in waves.
“You want a bite?” Rain asks, smirking at the disbelieving look on the quintessence ghoul's face.
“Can I?” He runs his tongue over his fangs, voice laced with hope.
“Go for it. Right here,” Rain points to a spot on Dew’s left thigh, a mirror of where Rain bit him on his right.
Phantom hesitates, looking between Dew and Rain as if trying to read their minds, suss out if they're joking. “It's just— he's your mate.”
Rain places gentle fingers under Phantom’s chin, nudging his head so he can look him in the eye. “He is, and I'm giving you permission.”
Phantom nods, looking down at Dew for reassurance.
Dew grins, pointing to the same spot Rain did. “Cute. Bite me.”
Phantom dives in without any more thought, sinking his fangs right into Dew’s thigh as instructed, licking at the blood that flows from the punctures. Dew throws his head back, slapping a hand over his mouth to muffle the moan that's ripped from his chest. Once he’s had his fill, Rain gently threads his fingers through Phantom’s hair and guides his head over to Dew’s cunt, a reward for doing as he was told. For being patient. Dew’s already slipping, mind going blissfully blank as Rain and Phantom do whatever they want with him.
Phantom mouths at the insides of Dew’s thighs, teasing the skin with his teeth. He lets Dew squirm for a minute, waits for the desperate whine of his name before putting his mouth where Dew wants it. Dew’s already soaked, a trait from his water ghoul days that stuck with him, and Phantom laps it up, greedy and eager, moaning at the taste. The fire ghoul claws at Phantom’s back, incoherent mumbles of pleasepleaseplease and fuckfuckfuck as he tries to grind down on Phantom’s face, tries to shift enough that Phantom puts his mouth where he really wants it.
Phantom works a finger into Dew with ease, quickly following it with a second as he wraps his lips around Dew’s clit, Dew’s incoherent babbling trailing off as he moans desperately. Phantom curls his fingers the way he knows has Dew seeing stars, grinning to himself as Dew withers beneath him. He’s stopped by Rain, tightening the barley there grip he’d kept on the quint ghouls hair and pulling him up after a particularly wrecked noise leaves Dew’s throat. His fingers slip free, despite Dew’s whine and pout of protest. Rain licks into Phantom’s mouth hungrily, growling as the taste of his mate hits his tongue, lapping at the slick covering the bottom half of the other ghouls face
He pulls away once he's sure he’s cleaned Phantom’s face, pupils blown and panting for breath. He runs his tongue over his bottom lip absentmindedly, still tasting Dew. “You wanna fuck him, bug?”
The quintessence ghoul nods enthusiastically, wrapping a hand around himself, gathering the pre leaking from his tip and smearing it down the length of his cock. Rain manhandles Dew onto his hands and knees, lying himself back against the pillows beside the fire ghoul and tugging him down by the hair, face centimetres from where he's hard and leaking. “Get me wet, baby.”
Phantom quickly lines up behind him, sinking into Dew with one needy thrust, throwing his head back in a moan as he bottoms out. Dew’s eyes roll to the back of his skull, Phantom’s sharp nails digging into his sides, the quint ghoul desperately trying to ground himself. Phantom starts moving just as Dew wraps his lips around Rain’s tip, savouring the taste of his pre before taking the water ghoul all the way down to the back of his throat. Rain’s grip on his hair tightens with the vibrations of every moan, not pushing or pulling, just resting. Waiting.
Phantom snaps his hips faster, already so close. He never lasts long whenever he gets to fuck Dew; the wet heat of the fire ghoul always unravels him in minutes. Rain tugs Dew’s mouth off him, letting him bury his face into the water ghouls thigh as he cries out at every thrust, clawing at the exposed skin every time Phantom slams into that spot.
“Good boy, Phant. Making him feel so good.” Rain praises, gently carding his fingers through Dew’s hair.
Phantom's hips stutter. He buries himself deep inside Dew, whining softly as he tips over the edge. The warmth of Phantom filling him is what does it for Dew, his body trembling as he bites down into Rain’s thigh to muffle himself.
Phantom pulls out, his spend dripping down Dew’s thigh. He whines at the loss, clenching around nothing to try and stop the drip. Rain pulls Phantom in for a lazy kiss, running gentle hands up his sides. “You wanna stay? Or do you want to get Mountain to come get you?”
“Wanna stay.” Phantom is taking Rain’s spot before the water ghoul can blink, flipping Dew onto his back and dragging him up between his legs, Dew’s back to his chest. Phantom captures Dew’s mouth with his own, kissing him sloppily.
Dew startles as Rain’s cock rubs against him, mixing the three of them together and using it to slick himself up. Phantom bullies a pillow under Dew’s hips, angling him perfectly for Rain. The water ghoul lines up and pushes in slowly, all the way to the hilt. He doesn't give Dew time to breathe or adjust, just starts fucking into him with a brutal pace. Rain’s big, bigger than Phantom, and Dew can feel him in his throat.
Rain slows enough to claim Dew’s mouth; all tongue and possession. He grabs Dew’s thighs, cool hands on overheated skin, and kisses him once on the forehead before pulling back and resuming the brutal pace from before. He looks down at Dew, carnal desire written all over his face. Dew can't stop the wrecked noises that fall from his mouth, not that Rain would let him try, hates when Dew muffles himself with him. The fire ghoul closes his eyes and tips his head back in pleasure, back of his skull colliding painfully with Phantom’s shoulder, though he’s too far gone to care.
Phantom gently tugs at Dew’s hair, trying to get his attention. “He fucks you so good, huh?” He asks, tapping Dew’s cheek to get him to open his eyes. “Fills you so well, better than anyone. You’re gonna be full of both of us, like you wanted.”
“Phant—ah. Shut the fu— fuck up.”
Phantom laughs in his ear, and Rain smirks above him, fangs flashing dangerously. Phantom snakes a hand down Dew’s stomach, tugging at the trail of hair below his belly button before sinking even lower. Reaching down to feel where Rain and Dew are connected. He pulls his hand back, running feather-light fingers directly over the fire ghouls oversensitive bundle of nerves. Dew practically screams, orgasm taking him completely by surprise. He arches off the bed, clenching down tight around Rain, gushing over the water ghouls cock, soaking their thighs and the sheets below.
Rain follows immediately, filling Dew with thick ropes of cum, a seemingly never-ending stream. It takes about two minutes for Rain to pull out, adding to the mess below, and Dew mourns the loss, though he doesn't have the energy to protest it. The mess between Dew’s legs has Phantom groaning, a faint flush dusting his cheeks. Rain swipes a finger through the mess, bringing it to Dew’s lips and waiting for him to lick it clean.
“Good boy,” Rain grins at him, patting him on the cheek. Dew grins back, fangs digging into his bottom lip.
Rain and phantom drag Dew into the bathroom, making quick work of cleaning themselves before taking their time with Dew, not letting him lift a finger to do it himself. He rolls his eyes at them, but he can't help feeling smug. He got what he wanted, and they’re spoiling him.
They go back through to the bedroom, Phantom throwing on a random pair of boxers from their drawer, heading to the nest to clean up that mess. “Fucking water ghouls,” he grumbles, fond smile on his face.
Rain slips into some underwear, helping Dew step into his own and digging out one of his t-shirts for the fire ghoul to bury himself in. Phantom deals with the nest quickly, despite Rain’s protests that he’ll do it, and it’s no time at all before the three of them are piling into it, Rain in the middle with a ghoul glued to each of his sides. Rain and Phantom start yapping about some game they’ve both been playing, and Dew drifts off to the sound of them attempting to quietly argue over which of them is better.