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Phantom’s knees going weak when Omega looks at him.

Quint4Quint; those sharp grey eyes staring directly into the little Bug’s soul.

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Delta/Phantom - To Lie Beneath the Stars With You in My Arms

Words: 3,909

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Phantom had heard so much about the older Ghouls. Their ancient power. Their scary heights and bulk. But he'd never imagined that he'd actually meet one in person. Or how that one ancient Ghoul would end up being so… nice.

The rhythm guitarist was just lounging innocently on the common room couch, mindlessly watching some boring reality TV show when Aether strode through the door with a Ghoul who seemed like he'd even tower over Mountain.

"Hey Phant. Come meet Delta," Aether's friendly voice floated above him like a hazy comfortable cloud.

Phantom rolled sideways off of the couch and stood up, lightly shaking out his tail as he got his land legs back from being supine on that drifting upholstered life raft for the entire afternoon. He glanced over at the pair and had to crane his neck to stare up at this new-to-him older Ghoul.

"Delta used to be Water—played bass for Terzo—until he was… transitioned to Quintessence and now plays rhythm guitar like us." Aether's voice held an edge of careful caution that the younger rhythm guitarist had never heard from him before.

Phantom could feel the pull, standing next to the two of them; the swirl of their mingled magic. The common room generally felt spacious and spread out, but looking up at this quiet ancient Ghoul, Phantom felt like the walls were closing in around the two of them; pushing them even further into each other's orbit.

"He reached out to me. Wanted to meet the other Quints, you know?" Aether continued.

"Yeah…" Phantom replied, trying his hardest not to stare so openly at Delta. The younger Quint could see the sheen of stardust that clung to Delta's skin. The curling twist of his horns were mesmerizing but concerning as Phantom noticed some pale scarring at the base, as if they had been forced to grow too fast. He wanted to know this Ghoul's entire story immediately.

"Should I leave the two of you to get better acquainted?" Aether's question made Delta's head whip around.

"But I thought-"

"Don't worry about it. If Phantom bites you I'll be just down the hall."

"Wha-?" Delta protested weakly, but the retired rhythm guitarist excused himself and slipped out of the common room, leaving the two of them standing awkwardly together.

"I don't really bite," Phantom confessed with a cowed look. "I did bite Dew once, but that's because he tried taking some of my candy one time."

"Oh. Well I promise not to take any food from you then." Delta couldn't hide his relieved giggle.

Phantom's horns lit up at the older Ghoul's tinkling laugh. "Should we-?" The slighter rhythm guitarist gestured to the couch that he had been occupying and Delta followed him, taking a demurely relaxed seat on one end.

"So, you used to be Water?" Phantom broached the subject gently, not wanting to offend the older Ghoul with his brazenness. But Delta seemed more at ease and willing to talk about his past now that they were alone, besides, Aether had already heard his story. He was the one who had reached out to Delta after the older Ghouls retired or were banished; their original pack splintered and fractured by the upsets in the band lineup.

"Yeah, then Terzo needed a Quint sooner rather than later and the higher ups made an… executive decision." He averted his gaze, as if reliving the memories physically pained him. Phantom immediately regretted his probing question, but Delta's eyes fixed on his determinedly.

"It's okay," the Quint reassured him. "I don't really miss being Water all that much."

"I've never gone through anything like that. Did it… hurt a lot?" Phantom's eyes were large with nervous curiosity but he tried to check his enthusiasm as he squirmed on his side of the couch, eager to absorb more of Delta's sorry tale.

"The worst pain I've ever felt," Delta admitted, rubbing at the base of one of his horns. "But now that it's over I'm glad that I made it through the transition. I feel… more connected to the stars than the water somehow."

Phantom nodded sagely, but his brain hurt just thinking of what Delta must have had to endure. His mind made some wild connections and soon he was speaking without even thinking.

"Did you want to go see them with me?"

Delta stared at him, stardust sparkling in his eyes. "Honestly, I would love to. It's been forever since I've seen the stars."

"Oh. That's so sad." Phantom was standing, offering his hand to this ancient Ghoul who towered over him like the vast universe itself.

Delta hesitated for just a moment before placing his hand in Phantom's. The younger Quint was warm, a swirling of cosmic energy flashed through them both as their eyes met, neither wanting to let go now that they'd gotten a taste of each other's matching, churning magic.

To lie beneath the stars with another Quint. That truly felt like a blessing; like finally coming home.

The younger Quintessence Ghoul led Delta out of the common room and through the winding stone hallways, to the steep staircase leading up to the Ministry proper. Phantom's heart thrilled as the older Quint gripped his hand as the two of them tripped quietly up staircase after staircase to the roof.

The air was soft and light, sweeping over the edge of the Ministry as the two of them pushed through the hatch and up to the roof.

Delta stood on the gently-slanting surface gazing out over the sinking sun and the purple mountains jutting like craggy teeth up towards the sky. "It really is beautiful."

Phantom sat down on the sun-warm shingles and Delta joined him, the two of them watching as the sun sank lower over the darkening horizon, the first bright stars peeking through the gossamer firmament of the vast sky.

"Do you ever think about us? Quints, I mean," Delta clarified. Phantom shifted a little beside him. He could feel that insistent tug again, like two magnets wanting to fuse; to connect with each other in the way nothing else in the universe could.

"I do sometimes," Phantom mused, turning his attention away from the shifting night sky. Delta's eyes seemed to shine in the dusky light, like opals catching the shifting colors of the burning sunset.

He didn't have a chance to finish his thought before they were leaning towards each other, eyes slipping closed like a dream as their lips met tentatively, then more sure, pressing together as easily as falling in love, hearts beating in a steady rhythm; breathing in each other's starlight.

Delta pulled away with a little gasp, his eyes sliding open to stare down at this brave little Quint, horns glittering like crystals in the gathering dark. "Can… can I kiss you some more?"

Phantom was breathless and panting, leaning forward and gazing up enraptured at Delta through his black and white lashes. "You can do whatever you want with me."

The older Quint gripped Phantom's chin in his long fingers. It was their proximity to the stars, it was the closeness of their magic; Delta could have come up with a million excuses as to why he had uttered the next words that came out of his mouth.

"I want to meld with you, Phantom." The sentence was so innocent and so honest, dirty and divine all at once. The younger Quint's breath caught behind his fangs.

"You mean, like mate?" Phantom's heart was in his throat. They'd just met and Delta was already considering going all the way with him? But Phantom definitely didn't hate the idea. He had felt drawn to the older Quint from the moment Aether had introduced them.

"I mean…" Delta's gentle fingers were still holding Phantom's chin as the older Quint smirked. "I'll do as much as I can get away with."

The night air was cool on Phantom's flushed skin. He could feel heat rising in his cheeks as Delta kissed him again, firmer and more insistent this time. Phantom melted into the kiss, envisioning swirling stardust weaving around them like some kind of romance in a fantasy movie.

Delta's magic seemed to match his in intensity; it was probably due to the fact that Delta had been transitioned and not born a Quint. Compared to Aether or Omega's magic they were both small fry, but Phantom felt that insistent pull of their connection all the same.

Phantom's voice was dreamy and blurred at the edges. "You could punch me and I'd say thank you," he slurred, tail wagging distractedly against the shingles.

"Oh, it probably won't come to all that," Delta murmured. "You wanna get on your knees for me?" The older Quint stood up, undoing his belt as casually as he could, a flaring sexual energy sparking between them; a tremor of unbridled lust.

Phantom was on his knees in an instant, mouth open and eyes sparkling like a million promises. Delta's voice came out as a husky purr that even he didn't know was hiding inside of him. "Good boy."

The moment Delta pulled his half-hard cock free, Phantom was leaning forward to nuzzle him, breathing in his familiar stardust scent. Where Phantom was sweet like cotton candy, Delta's was a more mature ozone-y smell. A rich, indulgent vanilla and the sharp fresh air of high mountains and sleeping under the vast blanket of stars.

Phantom groaned as the tip brushed over his tongue, his eyes slipping closed as the weight of Delta's sex pressed further into his mouth. Phantom's gag reflex wasn't as non-existent as some of the other Ghouls—especially Rain—but he tried his best with everything he put his mind (and mouth) to; and right now he really wanted to suck Delta's cock.

"Mmm…" The frigid sweetness of Delta's prejack coated his tongue and he swallowed greedily, lapping at the underside and moving forward to take more of the older Quint in his mouth.

"Take your time," Delta groaned, burying a hand in Phantom's messy locks. "I'm not going anywhere."

The slighter Quint made a sloppy noise in his throat, gripping the flaps of Delta's fly with trembling hands as he tried his best to bury his nose in the older Ghoul's pubic hair.

Delta let Phantom go as deep as he dared, allowing the little Quint to set the pace before gently rocking his hips forward, pressing his cock further into Phantom's drooling mouth.

The younger Quint's lids slid open slowly. He only had enough brain power to open them halfway, staring up at Delta like the soft spoken Quint was his newfound damnation.

Delta tilted his head back, eyes rolling up to the twinkling stars as his hand tightened in Phantom's hair. His other one wandered down to stroke the smaller Quint's cheek, drifting further to cup Phantom's jaw in his palm, biting back a filthy groan as he felt the stretch of his cock beneath that beautifully mottled skin.

The ancient Ghoul could sense the prickling lust at the base of his spine, the infernal connection that bound their two souls together already in the Dark Lord's sight.

Delta growled under his breath, a rumbling purr that Phantom swore he could feel buzz deliciously across his tongue. The bigger Quint held his head still in those enticing fingers and murmured in a voice as sweet as the Devil's, “Relax that pretty throat for me, darling.”

Phantom nearly came on the spot, glittering tears forming at the corners of his eyes as he did as he was told, taking a shallow breath before letting his lower jaw go slack, allowing his tongue to relax; feeling Delta slide down one more luscious inch into his greedy maw.

He was so eager to please. He desperately wanted Delta to like him. But he could also sense that pull of their magic, tangling tighter as they got closer to each other in every way. And he craved it like a new addiction.

"Mmph… mmmm- gguunrgh…." The little Quint couldn't help but moan against the hard flesh in his mouth. He could feel himself stiffening in his pants and reached a hand down to rub himself through his fly.

"That's my good boy," Delta murmured encouragingly, wiping away Phantom's silvery tears with the pad of his thumb. He pulled his cock free from the Quint's mouth, shimmering with saliva, and carded his hand through that adorably soft mop of hair.

"Now, what to do with you…" Delta's glimmering eyes reflected the stars as he dragged his gaze—and his hand—down between the hazy Quint's legs, kneeling with Phantom beneath the twinkling black velvet sky.

The older Quintessence Ghoul deftly undid Phantom's fly and pulled him free as that large hand wrapped around them both, squeezing and stroking and making Phantom's knees even weaker. He bucked forward into Delta's circling fingers and keened like a desperate little whore.

"Mmm… does that feel good?" Delta purred, slipping Phantom's pants further down his thighs. The larger Ghoul's fingers toyed with the base of Phantom's tail, sliding his fingers into the slick cleft of the Quint's cheeks.

Delta's tail curled possessively around Phantom's between their legs, the ends rubbing enticingly together as the larger Quint slipped one fingertip against Phantom's clenching rim.

"Just relax, babybat. I'll take good care of you," Delta murmured against Phantom's pointed ear, licking up the edge and feeling the smaller Quint trembling against his chest.

Phantom was gripping Delta's shirt in his claws, his hips seemingly moving on their own, grinding himself against the bigger Quint's sizable shaft. Delta was large everywhere and that made the slighter Ghoul feel hopelessly aroused.

Those gentle fingers were pulling moans from deep in his chest as two of Delta's digits plunged into Phantom's body, forcing his hips forward into the prison of the Quint's stroking hand.

"That's it, Phantom. So good for me." Delta kissed Phantom's neck, right at the junction of his shoulder which had a tether straight to his leaking cock. "Your hole is so slick. I can just slide my fingers right in."

"Hnngh…." The overstimulated little Quint whined, pressing back greedily against those probing fingers. Delta's tail continued to rub against his; the older Ghoul's fist as tight as a vice around them both. Phantom's fingers clenched in the older Quint's shirt, a heady groan slicking his lips as he clung to Delta.

"Delta, please… need it. Want to… meld with you… I wanna feel it inside me…" Phantom was babbling, body trembling with need as the larger Ghoul touched him everywhere, building up his pleasure until he was fit to bursting.

"You want my cock that badly? Badly enough to beg for it?" Delta raised an eyebrow, kissing Phantom hard on the mouth and holding the small Quint against his body. "I'm going to enjoy every inch of being inside your sweet, wet little hole."

Delta couldn't stop the filthy words that fell from his lips. Phantom just made it so easy to be so sweet and a little commanding. The smaller Ghoul was so pliant, so eager and greedy; it made Delta's shaft throb, wanting to be buried to the hilt already.

"Let's do it like this." Delta removed his curling fingers and tail from Phantom's warm body, turning the little Bug in his grip and reclining against the sun-warmed shingles with Phantom cradled in his surprisingly strong arms.

Somewhere along the way they had both become undressed, but Phantom was so ready for anything that Delta had to give him that he hardly noticed until his back was pressed against the larger Ghoul's broad chest.

The older Quint's sizable shaft pulsed between Phantom's spread legs and he wiggled to get more comfortable on top of Delta. The little Bug could feel a fresh slide of excitement leaking between his cheeks and watched as another glob of prejack dribbled out into the crevice of his hip.

He was feeling pent up and needy, but his mind suddenly stilled as he cast his gaze upwards at the spread of twinkling stars.

"They're almost as breathtaking as you," Delta whispered romantically as the two of them gazed up at the firmament. Phantom's heart swelled as he breathed in the sweet night air, the forest still and silent under this veil of secretive darkness. It was like they were the only two people left in the whole world.

"You ready for me, starlight?" The older Ghoul's low rumbling purr set Phantom's nerves alight as he felt Delta lining the head of his cock up with his own slick entrance. The smaller Quint whined and arched his back, trying to get the head of Delta's shaft into his channel. Delta held the backs of Phantom's knees as he used his tail to guide the tip of his cock into the squirming Quint.

"Nnngh! Ahh-" Phantom trembled in Delta's strong arms as that thick, velvety tail curled around his dripping length, the older Ghoul letting his legs down to hold the little Bug securely by the hips. Delta's large hands nearly spanned his slim waist entirely, those long fingers splayed and warm against Phantom's flushed skin.

“It’s like our Dark Lord made you just for me. To fit my cock perfectly,” Delta cooed, driving himself deeper and deeper by degrees, slowly shoving Phantom's body against his generous girth. The smaller Quint mewled and moaned, feeling stretched to his limit already. The pleasure built in his belly and he watched as another blurt of prejack messed his stomach.

“Gonna take it all, starlight? Oh, you feel so good inside. So wet for me.” Delta's fingers tightened on Phantom's hips, starting a slow, deep rhythm, his tail still squeezing and rubbing around Phantom's length. It was like a twining silken sheath, a perfectly proportioned fleshlight—moving whenever Delta moved—and the dual sensations were making the poor Quint's head spin.

"Mmm-Delta…" Phantom whined, squeezing his fingers into fists before reaching up to curl them around the older Quint's horns. His back arched with the effort and on Delta's next deep thrust, the angle changed deliciously, dragging the larger Quint's cockhead against Phantom's prostate.

"Ohh! Oh, fuck!" the little Bug gasped, keening as Delta slid out and back in, that husky timbre close to his ear, tickling the hairs on the nape of his neck.

"Did I find your sweet spot, darling?" Delta was so soft and dirty with him. Phantom could feel the churning twining of their magic under his skin, electric beneath Delta's squeezing fingers. The slimmer Quintessence Ghoul whimpered and groaned. It was too much—it wasn't nearly enough.

"Ohh, Delt-aah! Please- so good! So deep, ohh-!" Phantom's mind was splintering, fracturing under the weight of such perfect pleasure. His channel was spasming, clenching around the bigger Ghoul's length; he never wanted to feel anything else inside his body but this absolutely sinful stretch.

"Is this close enough for you, Phantom?" Delta's perfect voice. Delta's perfect cock. The older Quint was carving out space inside of his mind and his body until it was all he could feel. All he could ever want. Delta's hands were squeezing his hips, pressing him down and rutting up into his tight, slick channel as Phantom groaned, sex-drunk and lightheaded from arousal.

"Delta-please-!" Phantom gasped. He didn't even know what he was begging for but he never wanted it to stop. His own swollen shaft bobbed against his stomach, still squeezed tight by the older Quint's curling tail, the spade-ended tip dripping with Phantom's copious excitement. The smell of the two of them was mingled and strong, the night air carrying it away like a waft of incense; an offering of pleasure to their Dark Lord.

"You gonna come for me, babybat? Come on my cock?" Delta fucked into him even harder, enjoying watching Phantom spill helplessly, just for him.

"Mmm-! Ahh! Ahh! Oh! Delta-" Phantom gasped, his sweaty palms trying to keep a grasp on the older Quint's horns, tugging in his spiking lust and arching his hips down against Delta's rigid shaft. "Oh-! Gonna-!"

The little Quint's voice was cut off by the startlingly strong pulse of Delta's cock spurting sticky heat against his clamping walls as Phantom fell over his peak too, splattering the larger Ghoul's tail tip and his taut stomach with ribbons of pearlescent pleasure that glittered like liquid diamonds on his variegated skin.

"Ohhh… that's it, Phant. Fuuck, you feel so good..." Delta's voice was husky with spent lust as he slowly unwound his tail from around the smaller Quint's softening cock, feeling Phantom relax against his chest, panting and kicking up a stuttering purr, completely sated.

But Delta wasn't quite finished with him. The larger Ghoul eased himself out of Phantom's stretched hole, lifting the little Quint off of his body to lay him on the roof. The younger Ghoul lay back against the shingles, feeling boneless and completely fucked out.

Delta slid between Phantom's still-quivering thighs, leaning down to lap at the spill on his stomach before pressing the little Bug's knees towards his chest. He wiped the end of his tail against Phantom's messy hole and slowly lowered his head. He watched Phantom watching him as he dragged his tongue in one strong, wet swipe from the thick base of the little Quint's tail up to his drawn up balls, feeling Phantom shiver in his steady grip.

"Deltaaaaa…." Phantom keened feeling overstimulated and riled up all over again; this ancient Quint just Ghoul-handling him effortlessly. It made his cock spring to attention immediately.

Delta raised his head with a soft smirk. "Too much?"

"Yeah, I mean no, I mean… If we were gonna continue, wouldn't you rather go somewhere a bit more… comfortable?" Phantom looked absolutely adorable and debauched with his ankles next to his ears, tail slack and drooping down his back, slick and shiny with Delta's spit—and still leaking slick. But the little Quint was right.

The air had progressively gotten crisper, and it was a tempting offer: to be curled up in a large soft bed with Phantom, the two of them trading magic and kisses back and forth in equal measure.

"You make a convincing argument." Delta let Phantom's legs down to the roof and they slowly untangled their clothes, dressing haphazardly in the relative darkness, the moon peeking large and full over the jagged mountains in the distance.

Phantom took one last longing look at the stars before following Delta back down into the warmth of the Ministry and the waiting Ghoul den.

The older Quint held his hand as they stood outside Phantom's door.

"It’s pretty late. Are you sure you wouldn't want to get your beauty rest and pick this up tomorrow?" Delta was hoping beyond hope that Phantom would say no.

The little Quint shook his head, feeling a growing patch of dampness between his legs from where Delta had dragged his tongue like he was a starving Hell hound. The memory from moments ago made his heart skip a beat.

"Please," Phantom begged for the umpteenth time that night. "Please stay. I don't want to be alone tonight."

"Oh starlight," Delta murmured against the little Quint's messy hair, pulling Phantom close. "If I had my way you'd never be alone again."

The slighter Ghoul smiled, happy tears brimming at the edges of his eyes as he led Delta over the threshold of his bedroom.

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Omega x Phantom- Lost in the Light of Dying Stars: Morning After

Words: 1,475

Read the spicy sauce under the cut or on AO3!

Omega's room was as dark as the vacuum of space; the Quint's windows were solidly blocked by blackout curtains. Phantom had no idea what time it even was, but he felt rested and rejuvenated; and not even a bit sore from their coupling last night, he realized with a sudden flush. The twiggy rhythm guitarist stretched down to his tail and noticed that he was still curled up in Omega's strong arms.

The larger Quint was wrapped around him, cradling the small Ghoul like a bedtime toy. Phantom clapped a hand over his mouth, feeling the half-hard press of Omega's sizable shaft bumping against his bare ass, right at the base of his tail. The older rhythm guitarist nuzzled the bed-warm nape of Phantom's neck, his deep, contented purr rumbling like an earthquake down the small Quint's spine.

"Morning, sunshine," Omega yawned, tightening his grip over the younger Quint's curved waist. Phantom trilled happily, relaxing against Omega's broad chest. His own cock stirred against the warm sheets, his tail brushing back and forth contentedly beneath the blankets.

Phantom's short horns glowed like amethyst crystals in the dark room, illuminating their closeness under the covers. Omega left lingering kisses against the nape of his neck, peppered along his shoulders and upper back. The kisses turned to long, wet licks as the larger Quintessence Ghoul rubbed himself between Phantom's slick cleft. Omega's nest had that same lavender sweetness from the night before, but now it was tinged with Phantom's pure ozone scent too. They smelled so good together.

The smaller rhythm guitarist purred and arched back against Omega's mouth and hips, grinding back with soft little whimpers as the older Ghoul's fangs grazed his skin, sending shivers down his spine to the pad of his tail. Phantom's ears perked as Omega's sleep-rough voice floated against the smooth outer shell of his ear.

"Do you want me to prep you?"

The thought flashed through the little Quint's mind: Omega's meaty fingers in his slick channel, pumping and stretching him open for the older Quint's thick, hard shaft. The idea was enticing, but his mind short-circuited at the secondary thought of Omega just shoving inside of him immediately, stretching his slick, pliant hole with ruthless lust.

Phantom shook his head. "No…"

"No?" Omega's question ruffled the short hairs on the back of the Quint's neck. The older Ghoul rubbed the head of his shaft against Phantom's ass, as if showing him what he was in for. But Phantom held firm. He just wanted it so badly. Right now.

The younger rhythm guitarist pushed his hips back with a small whimper, feeling the damp blunt tip bumping against his unstretched rim. He gnawed on his lower lip as he braced himself on the mattress, willing himself to relax as he angled his hips back in order to force the older Ghoul's hefty girth into his tight channel.

"Mmmmm…." Phantom couldn't stop the filthy moan that tumbled past his lips at that first delicious push. It was definitely a stretch to be sure, but this immediate feeling of fullness made his toes and his tail curl. Just the head of Omega's thick cock spearing dry—well, Phantom was slick enough for the both of them—into his body had him seeing stars.

The ballsy Quint wiggled back, sheathing Omega's length deeper into his body with a selfish little groan. His claws clutched the sheets, pressing himself back. It was just like last night, his channel swallowing up the older Quintessence Ghoul's dick like he deserved it.

Omega's voice was sultry and low, a shaky groan at how perfectly Phantom was taking all of him. The words slipped out of his mouth in a breathy purr against the smaller Quint's ear.

"Look at you taking it without any of my Quint. Nngh, you’re just made for my cock, aren’t you?”

Phantom's horns lit up like a glittering constellation at those words. Omega praising him, adoring him; it made his heart flutter in his throat as he slid back those last couple of inches, melding his ass with the older Ghoul's body as Omega held him by his slim hips, leaving lingering kisses against the bendy rhythm guitarist's sweaty hairline.

"That's it…" the large Quint whispered. "You feel so good, starlight." Phantom eased his hips away and sank back again, a ragged sigh painting his slack mouth. This pleasure was something different from the night before. With the addition of Omega's Quintessence there was a strong connection to the older Ghoul; as if their souls were fusing with every thrust.

But now, with nothing but slick between them, the younger rhythm guitarist felt everything so much more viscerally. Every added shift of Omega's hips made him sigh. Every time he moved back against it he felt a throbbing churn deep in his belly. This was an entirely different type of addiction.

One that Phantom never wanted to give up.

"Nngh, fuck, Omega… so deep…"

"I can go deeper. Want me to show you?" Omega didn't wait for an answer. He could feel it in the younger Ghoul's tensing muscles, the way Phantom's breath caught behind his fangs; a silent begging curiosity that completely betrayed the rhythm guitarist's dirty lust.

Omega, still buried to the root, pushed his full weight against the twiggy Quint, rolling Phantom onto his stomach as he tossed off the covers, pressing the rhythm guitarist bodily into the mattress.

"Oohhhhhh-!" Phantom gripped the sheets above his head, feeling one of Omega's hands in his hair, the other splayed across his lower back as the larger Ghoul straddled his thighs, rolling his hips against the Quint's pert backside.

"Feel good?" Omega ground himself forward again, hearing Phantom whimper. The sweet little rhythm guitarist couldn't help but move back against that thick shaft, wiggling as the older Quint eased back even further, making Phantom chase it with his hips.

The younger Quint's horns were glowing, his skin glittering with stardust as he fucked himself stupid on Omega's cock. He was keening as he braced against the bed, muscles clenching as he moved back with desperate, needy thrusts.

"That's it, baby. Fuck, you feel so good." Omega's voice was like an infernal proclamation above him, making Phantom tremble and shift, his rhythm slightly unsteady in his single-minded desire. The older Ghoul's lusty groan above him just spurred him on faster until he couldn't keep up the pace anymore.

Phantom collapsed to the bed with a broken sigh as Omega petted between his horns, leaning over to brush that pink pointed shell with his lips.

"My turn." The words were a filthy promise in Phantom's ear as the larger Ghoul drove forward forcefully, pushing the air from Phantom's lungs in a stuttered groan. Omega's hips slammed against his ass, picking up the pace that Phantom had slackened.

"Nngh! Ohh! Fuck! Omegaaa-!" Every gasp was a new word, a new groan, a new expletive as Phantom's body was forced into the bed beneath him, rubbing his sensitive length against the soft sheets. The larger ghoul pressed his hand between Phantom's horns with the thumb of his other hand rubbing enticingly against the base of the younger Ghoul's tail.

The little Quint was shaking with pleasure, feeling it rocket up his spine in spiky supernovae that bloomed across his skin like midnight flowers. Omega's heavy body was a weighted blanket of sin as he fucked into the little Bug, slick leaking down Phantom's trembling thighs.

The rhythm guitarist was being pushed willingly to his edge, mewling and moaning for the larger Ghoul to take it from him one generous thrust at a time. This was pure bliss and no one could convince him otherwise.

"Ohh! Oh! Ohhh!" Phantom's voice was cracking with overflowing desperation, drooling against the sheets as Omega fucked every thought out of his head.

"Gonna fill you up, starlight." Omega rasped huskily. "That's my good boy-Nngh!!"

Phantom clenched hard at those words, their magic zinging over his too-sensitive flesh, sparkling in his eyes. Nails dragged across his skin as Omega grunted and stilled inside of him, holding his hips to the bed, pumping his release deep into the moaning Quint's tight channel as Phantom's own load spurted and spread between his heaving stomach and the dark sheets.

"Mmm! Ohhh-Omega-! Fuckfuckfuck! Please, fuck- Aahhhh!" Phantom was babbling, drained and energized all at once as the older Ghoul's thick load coated his clamping fluttering walls. He collapsed to the sheets, muscles twitching with tiny aftershocks as Omega slid free.

"Good?" Omega chuckled as he brushed a stray strand of hair from Phantom's flushed face. The exhausted Quint nodded as diffused light glowed softly from somewhere in the room. He tried to focus his swimming gaze on the older Quint but was failing as the insistent, comfortable tug of drowsiness overtook him like a favorite dream.

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Making lunch. Gonna make Omega wreck the cute little Bug after.

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Quint4Quint?

Call that a double entendre.

(Don’t ask me, I have no idea what I mean either)

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Babe, wake up. New Ghoul idea just dropped!

Aether teaching Phantom to get himself off using only his Quintessence.

I’m gonna write a fic about it, but if anyone wants to bless our eyes with some little doodles, I’d sacrifice to Satan for you. 😩🤚🤤

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Aether/Phantom - The Best Trick in the Book

Aether teaches Phantom a good use for his Quintessence.

Words: 1,707

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Everyone knew that Aether had a cheeky side. Pulling little harmless pranks, cracking jokes that made Dew shoot coffee out of his nose; he could be a real handful sometimes. It was part of his Quint nature. But the other side was nurturing, helpful, ready to assist anyone with anything at the drop of a hat. Which was why he was currently sitting on Phantom's bed, in Phantom's room, the eager little rhythm guitarist staring in rapturous wonder at the older Ghoul.

"Really?" The younger Quint's eyes were huge and begging to be let in on this information like some kind of ancient secret.

"Really," Aether admitted, his lopsided smile doing nothing for Phantom's nerves. "I know you haven't had a lot of practice with your magic, but the more you work with it the easier it is to control. It's like clay. It gets softer and warmer, more malleable."

"Ahh." Phantom looked like he understood a little more as Aether snapped his fingers and they were suddenly surrounded by a glittering cloud of twinkling stardust that floated down to the sheets, dissipating like snowflakes in summer.

"Can you teach me to do that?" Phantom pleaded.

"I mean, it's pretty basic. You probably already know how. We're moving on to something a bit more advanced. Do you wanna try?"

"Will you help me?" The Quint's eyes were pleading, as innocent as a puppy's. How could Aether say 'no' to that face?

"Sure, but just the first time, alright?"

"Okay!" Phantom was practically bouncing up and down in excitement and Aether smirked, making bats flutter through the younger Ghoul's stomach. It was a tickly feeling.

"Give me your hands." Phantom placed his fingers in the older Quint's palms obediently. "Close your eyes. And… try to relax."

Phantom hummed a little as he wiggled, trying to sit still, trying to do what Aether said.

The older Quint continued, as if directing Phantom in a private meditation session. That's basically what it had become. "Now, imagine your magic as a tangible thing. Something that can affect the physical world, affect you. Imagine it where you want it, what you want it to look like, to feel like. Channel that sensation through your entire body. Remember to breathe," he added almost as an after thought seeing Phantom's cheeks puff out comically as he tried to hold his breath.

"Oh!" The younger Quint's hips shot forward as if someone had smacked his backside, startling him. Aether knew that there was nothing to see even as he peeked around Phantom's waist curiously.

"You alright?" the older rhythm guitarist asked, feeling Phantom's hands getting sweaty in his grip. The Quint nodded, a flush starting to stain his cheeks. "I can feel it. You're focusing really hard, Bug. Take a deep breath. Let the magic flow naturally, freely, let your mind guide it."

Phantom closed his eyes again and swayed slightly, his movements soon turning into small, bouncing thrusts, enticingly lewd even as he was fully clothed.

"Ohhh-" A salacious moan slipped from between the younger Quint's lips. He could feel it. He could feel it—his magic, and maybe a tiny bit of Aether's—sliding into his body, stretching and winding inside of him, pulsing and pumping in and out of his hole like a living thing. He blushed up to his horns as another loud sigh fluttered out between them.

He was fucking himself with his own magic, just like Aether said he could.

The sensation was there and not there. Something solid and ghostly all at once. From the outside, no one would know. There was no bulge, no base. He could easily just let his Quintessence grind as deep into his guts as he'd wanted. Phantom quivered, feeling himself getting beyond hard, filling out the front of his pants as this illusory tendril fucked his unprepared hole.

"Nnngh-fuck!" Aether felt Phantom's grip tighten and immediately knew what was going on.

"Don't hurt yourself. Even though it's magic, it can still do some real harm if you're not careful," he warned. Phantom cracked one amethyst eye open and smiled toothily through his girthier thought experiment.

"I can… take it… promise," he rasped, still sinking down on an invisible toy, the length throbbing and moving inside of him. His cock jolted, still trapped behind his fly. He so wanted to touch himself, but he worried that if he stopped focusing where he wanted the Quintessence that he'd lose the magic and his hard-on in one fell swoop.

"Do you want me to make you come instead? Since you're still getting used to it?" Aether's voice was sultry and promiscuous. Phantom hunched forward, the shock of the older Quint's words making him lose his focus completely. Not that he minded.

"I promise not to go too deep or thick…" Aether's tone held a silent promise, but Phantom was too busy imagining how Aether's magic would feel inside his body. How would it be different from his?

"Please do…" Phantom's voice sounded half-wrecked already, his shaft throbbing in his pants. "Can I get undressed? I don't want to make a mess…"

"Whatever you want, baby bat," Aether acquiesced, stripping off his own shirt for starters. Phantom flung all of his clothing to the floor, snickering to himself at how he'd already stretched himself out for Aether's Quintessence and watching as a glob of pre slid from the head of his cock at such a dirty thought.

The younger Quintessence Ghoul bumped his knees against Aether's. Trying to steady his breathing, to relax like Aether had told him to. But his pulse was racing, fluttering like a crazy thing in his chest. He couldn't calm down about what they were about to do.

Until he felt the telltale rub of the older Ghoul's magic against his already-slick backside. Phantom gasped and sank down against the sensation, his hips jerking forward too—straight into Aether's warm palm, curling around the both of them.

"Aeth…" Phantom keened, his fingers digging into the older Quint's shoulders for support. His cock throbbed, imagining Aether mirroring everything he was feeling in his own body. The smaller rhythm guitarist moaned as Aether's magic slithered deeper, thickening the barest amount and starting a slow in-and-out rhythm, fucking him like he would with his cock.

"Feel good, Bug?" Aether's smile was knowing and cheeky, his own complexion flushed with arousal. Phantom could only nod, moving his hips in time with the thrusting tendril that curled and prodded his walls, seeking out the little sensitive nub just inside his slick channel.

"Mmm-hmm…" Phantom gnawed his lip and shivered, wondering how Aether controlled it all. Would he get that good one day? The slighter rhythm guitarist's legs were shaking underneath him, threatening to give out and make him sink all the way down to the sheets. Aether gripped the two of them in his calloused fingers, stroking and smearing their mingled prejack with his thumb.

Phantom leaned forward, burying his face in Aether's furry chest, his back arching against the probing tendril of magic as he whimpered and clung to the older Quint. Aether cooed and squeezed their shafts together, his fingers a teasing pressure against Phantom's engorged cock.

"Too much for you?" he chuckled, speeding up the thrusting sensation just to hear the younger Quint groan in flushed arousal.

"Aeth… please…" Phantom's eyes were blown wide, a drooling, sex-drunk smirk creasing his lips. He was so close he could almost taste it. Oh, he wanted to be as good as this one day. Sweet Lucifer, it felt so good! He'd never spend money on toys again.

Aether's magic seemed to stick to the smaller Quint's bones like sweet honey or caramel. He could feel all of it—not only in his ass, but in his mind, buzzing down to his fingertips, the tip of his tail. This electric sensation of pure pleasure fizzled and sparked beneath his skin, making him dizzy and muddled.

"You gonna come for me, Bug?" Aether's tone was light, almost jovial, but there was an undercurrent of secretive pleasure; like he was getting off on just the thought of Phantom spilling for him. The little Quint shivered, accosted from all sides by Aether and his powerful magic.

"Mmm-fuck!" The expletive was soft in his mouth, a damning admission that Aether was doing him in like a professional. The larger Ghoul smirked, holding Phantom's cock with one hand and cradling his back with the other. The dichotomy of tender and rough made the new rhythm guitarist's head spin. How was Aether everything he thought he needed all at once?

"-almost there too, Phant. Gonna come with me?" Aether's voice was breathless with need, becoming his own undoing just as much as Phantom's. The smaller Quint shivered, his hips fucking into Aether's fist as the magic inside of him swelled and pulsed in time with his heartbeat. He couldn't hold in his voice as Aether squeezed and stroked them both, a ragged smile greasing his features as Phantom spilled across his knuckles with a punched-out groan.

"Nnngh! Aeth! Fuck! Fuck!" Phantom's release was hot and milky across his fist as Aether continued to squeeze them both, rutting up into the pressure of his fingers and spilling with a low, animalistic groan, watching with starry eyes as the little Quint went boneless in his arms.

"That good, huh?" He lessened his magic, drawing it back into himself, leaving them both empty and spent. Phantom nuzzled happily into his chest, purring as he traced nonsensical patterns through the hair on Aether's pecs.

"I'm so glad you taught me how to do this…" he slurred dreamily. "Now I won't have to bring any toys with me on tour. No strange questions from Papa or the others… It's going to be so much fun."

Aether smiled, running a hand through Phantom's sweat-matted mane. "Send me video then, huh? I wanna see you. Might even video call with you, to see how far you've come, baby bat."

"Oh, I'll show you every new trick I learn," he chuckled against Aether's sex-warm skin. "You'll be sick of seeing my face when the tour's over."

"I highly doubt that," Aether mused. "But feel free to give it your best try."

[bloodysyren]

WIP Wednesday!

Haven't done one of these in a long time, so here's Phantom waking up in Omega's bed after the events of Lost in the Light of Dying Stars. Bit o' spice under the cut.

Omega's room was as dark as the vacuum of space; the Quint's windows were solidly blocked by blackout curtains. Phantom had no idea what time it even was, but he felt rested and rejuvenated; and not even a bit sore from their coupling last night, he realized with a sudden flush. The twiggy rhythm guitarist stretched down to his tail and suddenly realized that he was still curled up in Omega's strong arms.

The larger Quint was wrapped around him, cradling the small Ghoul like a bedtime toy. Phantom clapped a hand over his mouth, feeling the half-hard press of Omega's sizable shaft bumping against his ass, right at the base of his tail. The older rhythm guitarist nuzzled the bed-warm nape of Phantom's neck, his deep, contented purr rumbling like an earthquake down the small Quint's spine.