Ooh, whispering to them like they're alone in the world...Dew/Rain onstage shenanigans?? Please? 🔔
Oh Belle....
Rain going into heat onstage during a show, Swiss and Mountain also kind of there.
Rain looks around at the screaming crowd in front of him. The lights are hot, bearing down on the band and baking him in the black fabric of his uniform. He shakes his head, feeling feverish. He’s been feeling poorly all day, having woken up with brain fog and lack of coordination, which isn’t like the water ghoul who is known for his poise and grace. He’s already tripped twice on stage, nearly losing his footing in the process both times.
He makes his way up the steps of Mountain’s podium, feeling the beats of the floor toms and kick drums deep in his chest and gut. Rain’s trying to stay with the beat of the song. Being part of the rhythm section he doesn’t want to throw the others off just because he’s having to play a show under the weather. He wipes his hands on his pants, slick with sweat, trying to keep his fret hand from slipping on the neck of his bass as he attempts to focus on locking in with Mountain in order to combat the fog trying to move into his mind. Thank Lucifer that Watcher in the Sky has a simple enough bassline that he doesn’t have to think too hard about it, muscle memory can carry him through the song.
Suddenly a wave of heat wracks his body and he groans under his balaclava. It sits hot and heavy in his stomach, and Rain fights to keep from doubling over as another wave hits him shortly after the first. He looks back at Mountain, eyes glowing blue behind the smoked lenses of his mask and Mountain trills in concern over the thundering of his kit. Are you okay? Rain whines softly at the words pressed against his mind. He can’t call attention to himself, they’re only halfway through the set.
He catches Swiss’s eye, his heightened and heavy scent floating its way across the risers. The multi ghoul shudders as Rain’s pheromones hit him. Swiss goes down on his knees rocking back and forth onto his heels and clawing at the mask covering his face. He’s trying to play it off to the crowd but Rain can smell how affected he is by the water ghoul’s onset heat. It’s making it worse, to see the multi ghoul fighting to keep from coming over there, he smells like a predator and Rain is the prey.
He runs back down the steps, trying to keep moving in order to keep his wits about him. Dew’s guitar wails on the left of the stage, thankfully covering up the sound of Rain crying out as yet another wave rumbles through his body and a gush of slick soaks his pants. His knees go weak and he almost goes down, nearly dropping his bass.
The song ends, Rain makes his way to his mark as the vocals of Year Zero ring out through the arena. He plays his part, following Mountain’s drumline with all the brainpower he has left, trying to ignore the feeling of slick dripping down the insides of his thighs.
“Rain.”
Rain feels the heat of Dew’s body as he presses up against the water ghoul’s back. The scent of campfire and spice is intoxicating and Rain moans under his mask at the smell. His knees go weak again with another wave of need and he feels Dew turn around to press their backs against each other, supporting Rain’s weight.
“We can all smell you, Water Lily. Your heat is early,” Dew turns his head towards Rain’s ear, his voice reduced to a whisper above the noise from the music.
Rain whimpers, locked onto Dew’s scent and presence, his mind reeling from the close proximity of the fire ghoul. He wants to throw their instruments down, flee offstage and have Dew bend him over a roadcase and fuck him until Rain is filled to the brim with everything Dew has to give. Everything becomes Dew. Want him. Need him now.
Dew turns around, pressing his chest to Rain’s back. Rain can feel his heartbeat pounding through his clothes. He wraps his tail around Dew’s waist, hidden from the crowd, in an effort to ground himself.
Rain whines as Dew brings a hand up to wrap around his throat and squeeze lightly. The pressure sends Rain’s brain fully offline, and he rocks his hips back to press against the rapidly growing hardness in Dew’s pants. More slick seeps into his clothes and his face burns with shame at the fact that he’s essentially grinding his ass on Dew’s cock like a whore in front of 10,000 people. He's even more ashamed about the fact that right now he doesn't care. He needs Dew.
“You need to hold it together, Rainy. Just this last song, then we get a break. Then I can take care of you.” Dew’s whisper ends in a snarl. The fire ghoul is just as affected as Swiss is, he’s just better at hiding it.
Rain stills, shaking with effort to not just roll his hips mindlessly into the body of his bass instead as the song ends and the crowd erupts into cheers.
“Good, Rain, that’s my good boy,” Dew whispers into his ear like it's just the two of them alone onstage. Like they’re not surrounded by the rest of the band and thousands of screaming fans.
Rain melts at the hint of praise, taking the first opportunity to grab Dew’s hand and run backstage. They barely make their way past the heavy black curtains before Dew grabs him and slams him up against the wall. The fire ghoul’s eyes burn through the goggles of his mask, and he growls low in his throat.
“Now you’re mine.”
@belle--ofthebrawl
