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"You seem frustrated."
For a long moment, Dream didn't acknowledge the words spoken to him, too preoccupied with attempting to peel off his body suit.
"Hard day, huh?" Another voice—though so very similar—murmured to him. Slim, delicate hands curled around his own, halting Dream's progress. "Let us help you with that, darling." The lavish fabric of Sol's coat brushed against Dream's exposed cervical spine, stray feathers tickling his forearms.
"I'm fine, honest." Dream protested, attempting to pull himself away, but Sol only clicked his tongue reproachfully at the attempt. The grip on his phalanges tightened, refusing to give.
Another chiding voice joined the fray.
"You're soaked to the bone," tenebrous tendrils surged forth, swarming the Guardian's form and resuming his prior task with ease. Dark, dripping digits brushed against Dream's jaw before grasping it and directing it forward. His darker self tutted as though scolding. "You're going to get sick if you keep doing things like this." He murmured, rubbing his thumb gently across the other's chin as he spoke, the movement reeking affection. "You should really stop playing these games." He advised as his tendrils moved to peel off Dream's body suit, pulling down the damp fabric to reveal the smooth expanse of bone underneath.
Dream's eyes flashed with indignation at Shattered's words. He jerked his face away from Shattered's loose grip, refusing to look at either of them. It was difficult with both of his other selves on each side. Despite his position, he still protested hotly and passionately. "They're not games. The balance is in danger, and my brother has to be stopped. You both know this—"
Shattered barked out a laugh, sharply cutting the youngest off. "If you think either of us care about something like that, you're sorely mistaken. Look at what we are—what we've become. You think balance was ever a priority?" He asked rhetorically, hands splaying outwards as he spoke. He eyed Dream with pity as he spoke. "Why save the Multiverse when it was never interested in saving us?" His voice was thick with bitterness and full of scorn. "They don't deserve your efforts. Your blood sweat and tears... what have they done to earn such devotion, hm?"
Dream grit his teeth, "They don't deserve to suffer. It's my job—"
His words only seemed to incense the corrupted skeleton further. Sol's grip on Dream's hands tightened in tandem. "Your only job was to guard the Tree of Feelings!" Shattered hissed, cutting the youngest off sharply. "It is not your job to clean after our errant brother. If you want to go after him, fine—but do not say it is out of a sense of duty to others. You owe these people nothing."
Shattered's tendrils thrashed and tightened around Dream in his agitation. The youngest struggled in his tight grip, trying to pull away and escape—but Sol prevented him from gaining any distance, his chest pressing against his back, caging him in.
"You're going to break him, dear." Sol chided their other corrupt counterpart after a moment of watching Dream writhe and struggle, attempting to pry himself away from both of their grasp. He released his youngest counterpart's hands, ignoring the way he only fought harder against Shattered with those newly freed limbs, even as they were quickly restricted once more by dark tendrils. Teeth met fabric as the feathered skeleton pulled off one of his gloves before gently placing his bare phalanges against Dream's face.
The effect was instantaneous. The youngest counterpart inhaled sharply and shuddered under Sol's burning touch, ending his struggle instantly. His rigid posture melted into something relaxed and pliant under the powerful direct influx of Positivity. Despite himself, Dream leaned into the warm contact, subconsciously craving more.
The display gave Shattered pause, soothing his frustrated disposition. His grip loosened slightly on the other as he watched Dream dazedly nuzzle into his Sols hand.
"We were not born to make others happy, despite what those villagers might've said." Sol murmured lowly into Dream's acoustic meatus. "Shattered only wants you to understand that. To stay with us instead of running yourself ragged for those that truly do not appreciate your efforts, darling." He said gently, rubbing his thumb over Dream's zygomatic bone in even, measured movements as he spoke. "It's a painful display for us to watch, little light." He leaned in close, whispering coyly as though he was telling a secret. "More for him, because he suffered it, just like you."
It was clear the low tone Sol gave did little to stop Shattered from hearing his words—but he didn't dispute them. Instead, he agreed. "Its absolutely awful to watch you struggle and writhe trying to fix the mess that Nighty has made." He expressed, shaking his head softly in disapproval. "We both know how this story ends, little light."
Dream was lost to the pleasant of hum of Positivity, intense and intoxicating and far richer than what he was used to. Any remaining flicker of ire from prior burned away under the pair's words, and any lasting protests were swept away by the imbued touch of Sol, aided by the slow addictive drag of Shattered's tendrils against his bones.
"I'd rather watch you struggle and writhe under me instead, personally." Sol remarked casually from Dream's back, his unoccupied hand straying from their youngest counterpart's face and choosing to wander, tracing his partially exposed hips. The hand on Dream's face drifted towards his mouth, coaxing it open to slide his fingers against his tongue.
Pliant and willing under the other's influence, the youngest took them in, mouth forming around the digits and sucking them obediently.
"Good boy." Sol praised him as he ran his fingers along Dream's teeth and fangs. "You should forget about those mortals," The angel crooned. "You should just stay with us," he murmured sweetly, his inflection warm and seductive. The image of enticement. The Guardian's hot tongue traced the tips of his distal phalanges before obediently lapping and curling around the digits. The divots between them were soaked with drool.
"You know he won't." Shattered remarked as he seized the opportunity presented and dragged his hands languidly against Dream's chest. His digits curled around the exposed bones on display, causing the younger to release a muffled moan. He scraped his phalanges against the sensitive inside of his ribs, making the youngest writhe as he spoke. "We've been over this time and time again. He doesn't learn." Shattered shook his head, clicking his tongue in rebuke. "He weasels away from us constantly. He's stubborn."
"Ah, then perhaps he simply requires a little... additional incentive." Sol offered coyly, splaying his fingers further into Dream's mouth, nearly making him choke on the digits. Enjoying the way Dream's teeth scraped against the bone lightly, tongue swiping up play with the fingers presented. "A reminder of why he should stay, hm?" He cooed to the youngest.
Dream barely seemed to register that the other two were speaking, let alone that he was being spoken to—clearly overwhelmed by the assault upon his person.
"Although I doubt it will help, I'm not opposed to it." Shattered agreed easily, as though he wasn't already peeling the rest of Dream's body suit off, exposing his pelvis and femurs entirely. Sol tittered, appearing amused at Shattered's eagerness as he retracted his fingers from Dream's mandible, strings of saffron saliva connecting them as even as they separated. He seemed equally as amused at the way Dream's tongue seemed to chase at his retracting hand.
"So eager for us, darling." His tone was even and deceptively light at the glowing golden magic that manifested as soon as Sol's hand even began to draw itself south, ecto vibrantly sparking to life at the suggestion of his touch. His hand teased at the Guardian's summoned hips and the soft curve of his stomach before dipping down lower, enjoying the delighted shiver that Dream's body gave in response.
Shattered swooped in, leaning forward and catching Dream's eager mouth with his own. He swallowed up the soft sounds that poured from the Guardian's mouth as Sol's digits—slick with Dream's own spittle—grazed his summoned entrance.
Shattered didn't hesitate to move from fondling Dream's sensitive ribs to groping at the small breasts that formed under his touch. Massaging them and eliciting soft mewls from the youngest as he moved to tease his nipples, pinching and pulling at the delicate nubs.
"Ah, so wet already," Sol's voice was a veritable purr at the way Dream dripped for them, desperate and swollen and invitingly slick. He delighted in the Guardian's eager gasps as he ran his fingers against his swollen lips before playfully grazing at his entrance. Dream's entire body jolted and quivered at his fingers entering his tight heat, twitching as though he'd been zapped with a live wire.
Sol drank in the sight of Shattered's many tongues conquering Dream's mouth, soft sounds slipping from him as he struggled under the dual assault.
The Guardian attempted to rut against his fingers as he was worked open, moving as much as the tentacles restraining him and holding him in place would allow. His hips bucked every time Sol's fingers plunged into him as though attempting to guide him deeper. Jutting up slightly to meet his touch every time.
"I don't think that's enough for him, greedy thing." Shattered remarked coyly as he broke the extended kiss, ignoring the plaintive whine that tore from Dream's mandible as he did so. His delicate white mouth was stained dark from the exchange. His eye lights were nothing but blurred points of light in his sockets, signifying just how far gone the Guardian was.
"I don't think it's enough for you either," Sol laughed, palming the other's concealed erection with his hand, enjoying the hiss of breath it invoked. "What do you think, should we share him?" He inquired, enjoying the way Dream clenched around his scorching fingers at the suggestion, breath audibly hitching.
Sol couldn't help but add another digit, enjoying the way the youngest squirmed under his ministrations, spine curving in pleasure. The display was tantalizing. He savored the taste of his euphoria, drinking down the Positivity he invoked greedily.
"Weren't you worried about breaking him earlier?" Shattered teased, but it was clear he held no real reservations as he freed his cock from its constraints, the head already weeping.
Dream whimpered loudly as though in protest, drawing their attention. "Perhaps we should ask our shining star, hm? What say you, little one? Do you want more?" He cooed, inquiring as he extracted his fingers, leaving Dream empty and wanting. Clenching onto nothing. "Do you mind if we break you, darling?"
The needy whine that Dream made in response only made the pair grin in unison.
An errant tendril stroked the Guardian's face, leaving a dark stain in its wake as Shattered chided the youngest. "Use your words, won't you?" He crooned. His corruption-laden hands still rested upon the other's summoned chest, kneading against the soft mounds.
Dream squirmed, his expression something debouched and desperate. Modesty was long gone, and only overwhelming pleasure and the need for more was left in its place. The youngest pleaded. "Haah—Please..." He managed to speak between harsh breaths. Every pant emphasized the golden ecto beneath Shattered's touch. "Both of you would be..." He trailed off, gaze wanton and burning despite his eye-lights being smeared, unfocused points within the dark depths of his eye sockets.
"So greedy," Shattered chastised, despite himself hungrily seeking out another kiss. Dream leaned up to meet him eagerly. It was much softer and more chaste than any of those exchanged prior. Almost sweet. "Good, you should be." He praised, appearing pleased with the youngest's response. "Don't be afraid to be. Take everything you want." He murmured into the Guardian's acoustic meatus, voice low and insidious.
Sol seemed amused at the display, gently reaching up to pet Dream. "He'll learn in time," Sol reassured Shattered, sounding self-assured and confident. Enjoying the way that Dream leaned into his touch as he spoke. "Give him time, darling. No tree was grown in a day." He tutted, ignoring Shattered's belligerent scoff before turning his attention back to the matter at hand. "But in the meantime... "
Dream's breath hitched as he was adjusted, a corruption-laden hand cupping the flesh of his ass as he was moved. Cool tendrils wound themselves tighter around the Guardian around him to offer him better support as he was leveraged between the pair. He couldn't stop the gasp that tore itself from his mandible as Shattered's dark cock grazed his entrance, the tip dragging and teasing against his clit before he made a move to line himself up.
The Guardian hissed out a rattling breath in anticipation. A single glowing eye light drank in his desperate expression for a beat before Shattered breached him, the blackened head of his cock pushing in and not stopping until Dream was filled entirely.
The long and low satisfied sound that Dream made sounded obscene and filthy as it spilled helplessly from between his teeth as he was opened and stretched. Dream's spine curved back in pleasure, only to shiver as he leaned back into Sol's warm cock jutting against him. A promise and a threat.
There was only a beat of reprieve offered before Shattered rocked into him, stroking in and out and thrusting deep. His movements were rough and without mercy, but his pace was consistent and heavy. The roll of his hips was furthered by the tendrils that held Dream aloft, bringing him closer for each press, rocking them together so that Shattered could get as deep as possible. Dream couldn't help but roll his hips as well, meeting every thrust, seeking moremoremoremore—
His quiet desire was fulfilled as warm fingers curled around his clit. Dream managed to angle his head just enough to meet Sol's eye lights. To see that spinning sun nestled within the crimson depths of his right eye socket—a stark contrast to the other. To catch sight of his devious grin as he rubbed incendiary circles into his clit, drawing a sharp, high squeal from the Guardian.
Shattered made a weak sound, swearing softly as Dream clenched down him like a vice. His thrusts become more erratic, a little more sloppy but he didn't stop. The hand on his ass has migrated to his hip. Sharp distal phalanges clenched his ecto hard enough to draw magic. The pain only made the influx of pleasure burn brighter, tightening the coil in his belly more and more.
"I'm—I'm—" He began to babble, uncertain if he was warning them or begging them to make sure he reached his peak. His SOUL felt full under the ministrations and excess Positivity offered up to him, as though ready to burst open.
"Go on then, darling." Sol hummed into his acoustic meatus, his breath warm and his voice full of want and sin. He pinched his clit hard as he spoke. "Come for us, won't you?"
It's all too much, sending Dream tumbling and teetering over the edge. "Oh," is the only coherent word he managed as bright, vibrant pleasure washed over him like a tidal wave—pulling him under its depths. Dream found himself thrashing under the intensity, his hands frantically attempting to grab for purchase, something and anything to hold onto as his thighs trembled.
The tendrils holding him high offered him refuge, twisting around his palms in a mimicry of hand-holding. It was enough to soothe him as he suffered the aftershocks of his orgasm. Despite this, Shattered continued to thrust into him, offering him no true respite. Dream could feel the vibration of Sol's delighted hum against him as he drank in his euphoria.
"Absolutely divine," He purred, praising the Guardian sweetly. "Your expression, your taste, your emotions—how could you ever expect us to want to let you go, little light?" The dark possessiveness held within Sol's tone, dipped in sweet sentiments—its all far too much to handle in the wake of his climax.
Dream did not respond, but he doesn't think the other expected him to. He did not know if he could get his mouth to string together a coherent answer, even if he could.
A porcelain hand on Shattered's form causes him to pause. There was an unspoken exchange over Dream's head between the pair, a communication made solely through eye contact and expression. It led to Shattered stopping, leaving his cock frustratingly still. Dream found himself whining softly despite himself, shifting and trying to gain more friction, to move—but the tenebrous tendrils held him tight, restricting him.
Dream mewled in protest before Shattered hushed him with another languid, stained kiss. It distracted him as his legs were pulled further apart, his position being tilted just so, and—
"Oh, oh, oh—" He couldn't stop himself from moaning against the additional intrusion as Sol's cock pressed into him. The stretch burned as he was pushed into, magic straining to accommodate the other—and for a moment, Dream couldn't help but feel like he was going to break, tears beginning to build in the corner of his sockets.
Sol hissed out a harsh breath, wings flaring behind him and leaving loose golden down-feathers fluttering in their wake—but didn't stop, pushing deeper in and up. He was slightly kinder, offering Dream a beat to adjust to the wide stretch. Still, he couldn't help but groan at how the pair pulsed inside of him. Soft kisses trailed down his cervical spine as he panted and shivered against Shattered's mouth.
It's everything Dream wanted and more.
The sensation of the curve of Shattered's grin sharpening against his teeth was the only warning he was offered before the pair began to move. It's as though a faucet has been turned, opening the floodgates and removing his ability to keep himself in check. The soft noises that had been slipping from him became loud and impossible to stop. All he could do was wail and keen, attempting to cling for purchase as the pair fucked into him, sliding against each other deep inside him.
"So good for us," Shattered rasped, voice hitching at the way Dream's walls fluttered around them at his praise. He whined under the attention, toes curling as the pair continued to plunge into him, fast and building. Thoughts were beyond him; his head could not parse anything beyond how impossibly full he felt. He could not parse anything beyond how overwhelming it was, being caged in by two bodies and filled to the brim to the point of pain mixing with pleasure. "So greedy and perfect—"
The Guardian couldn't do anything more than take what is given to him, forced to focus on the sensation of the pair burying themselves deeper inside of his cunt. The scorching heat of Sol's cock in contrast to the slight chill of Shattered's corrupt magic. The vivid squelching sound of the pair thrusting into his wet heat, over and over.
Dream could feel his magic tightening around the pair as warmth bloomed and sparked in his lower abdomen, much more intense than before. The sharp climb towards his climax felt embarrassingly quick, but with the way he could feel Shattered and Sol throbbed inside of him, he knows he is not the only one to be driven to their peak so soon.
Still, something in him didn't want this to end. Part of him wanted to bask in this height of pleasure forever, feeling floaty, soft, and filled to the brim. To be free of responsibility and worry and conflict for all time.
He knew with certainty that guilt would coil around his heart later for even daring to think such a thing, but not yet. Not here and now.
Despite Dream's desire, he was powerless to the way which his pleasure built higher and higher. Soon enough a new type of liquid warmth blossomed in his abdomen. He felt more than heard Shattered groan against him, seed spilling into him. Liquid magic filling him impossibly further in the spots that the cocks within him couldn't reach. Teeth grazed against his collarbone, a momentary distraction. A hand curled around his cervical spine, hot and possessive.
It was more than enough to make the coil within his belly violently snap. The only warning Dream could manage this time as he tipped over the edge was a stream of fervent babbling that turned into loud hitching sobs that tore themselves from his maw with every thrust. His magic throbbed as it clamped down upon the other two like a vice. Any audible response to his climax was lost to the tide of relief and bliss that overtook him. His hearing wavered as all sound seemed muffled, overtaken by white noise.
When boiling hot magic began to to spill into him, he knew Sol had come as well. He mewled wetly at the sensation of being filled so much, that even when the pair managed to slip out of him that his middle still felt heavy. Full with their combined seed, even as it leaked from him, running down his thighs in rivulets.
A blackened hand caressing his bloated stomach, and Dream couldn't help but admire the way his champagne ecto was stained black and molten gold. Something about the sight made his SOUL flutter within his chest for reasons he couldn't discern. He wasn't capable of picking the feeling apart, mind silent and soft. Empty beyond the bliss of being satiated and full.
"Good boy. Sweet boy." Sol cooed, stroking the crown of his skull lightly. Dream savored the words, savoring the pair's tangible satisfaction. Basking in Positivity that lingered in the air, wrapping around him like a warm weighted blanket. Exhaustion tugged at his eye sockets, slipping them shut.
Oblivion claimed him.