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The basement was off limits. Well, that’s what Nightmare had told them at least, warning them away from his collection of various devices from the past that he chose to admire. It was brutal and tantalizing. After all, how could the boss keep such a sweet treat away from them? At least, that’s what Killer thought.
He long had a fascination with the array of torture devices in the basement, his personal favorite being the Iron Maiden. It sent shivers down his spine every time he imagined himself being closed inside, the steep image of his body being filled with sharpened spikes was enough to get him going. Call him weird all you want, to him it was a rush of adrenaline that he would never think to stop.
And today was one of those days where he craved that rush.
He was sure Nightmare knew of his escapades down in the basement, even if he cleaned up after himself but lately Nightmare had been strictly clear that no one was supposed to be in the basement because Nightmare was going AU scouting for a new recruit. Killer just scoffed at the idea, did Nightmare really need more than just him? He was top dog at everything! Well, maybe not everything. The most recent newcomer beat him in efficiency. He couldn’t help but huff at the idea of his supposed teammate.
Dust always acted like he had a stick up his ass, quiet and so fucking frustrating!
Killer took his anger out on the basement door, slamming it shut behind him. His frustration had him pent up, the urge to relax and have his frustrations taken by pleasure was strong enough to have him seeking the basement. Only for him to stop dead in his tracks at the bottom of the stairs.
That little prick was down here!
Killer kept his mouth shut, eyeing the other skeleton as he ran his phalanges over the wooden frame of a guillotine, Nightmare’s most prized device. The blade was perpetually stuck at the top due to the old pull being so rusted it barely moved, out of reach but still a pleasant sight to see. Killer’s invisible eyelights watched as Dust’s fingers grazed over the hole of the lunette. It was then Killer noticed, noticed that slight violet glare of Dust’s bones, magic slightly visible through his clothes. Killer’s summoned tongue slid across his teeth, seems he wasn’t the only one who liked the boss’s collection.
Killer decided to make himself known after that, slowly approaching the other with a low whistle. “My my, admiring the boss’s favorite I see?”
Dust only acknowledged Killer with a slight glance and Killer frowned when he wasn’t given any verbal response. “Cat got your tongue? Come on Dusty, speak up.”
“What do you want, Killer?” Dust’s voice was icy, a slight hiss in his words.
Killer perked when he got a response, slowly moving behind Dust. He moved slow as to not startle the other, his hands wrapping around the other’s waist which caused Dust to give the other a confused expression. “Saw you admiring the chopper, I’m thinking you may like-“
Dust cut Killer off with a sharp hiss, “It’s a guillotine, you twit.”
“Yeah yeah, whatever it’s called. Look..” Killer grins mischievously, resting his head on Dust’s shoulder which causes the other to tense. “You seemed to be getting a little pent up around it,” Killer’s words slipped out slow like molasses, his hands edging themselves under Dust’s hoodie, “if you want, I could help you get some of that heat out.”
A shiver made its way down Dust’s spine, the feeling of his face heating up being a dead give away that he had grown flustered but the other’s sweet talk. He held in a breath when Killer’s phalanges scratched his lower rib. “Are you saying you want to fuck me?”
“Maybe I am,” Killer cooed as he crowded Dust’s backside, “you gonna say no to the offer?” He gently nosed his way against Dust’s shoulder.
“Don’t think I can refuse.” Dust hissed out the last few words when Killer’s phalanges hooked around his lower ribs. “Especially with you touching me up.”
Killer chuckled at that, tugging at Dust’s ribs while his other hand caressed his sternum. He slowly began to crowd Dust closer to the guillotine, moving one hand down to Dust’s thigh to pull it up and move it so Dust was straddling the bascule. Killer joined him, standing behind Dust, not taking a moment to stop as he breathed and nuzzled at the other’s clothed neck. Drinking down the saliva in his mouth, Killer used his now free hand to lift the lunette which caused Dust to pause. He looked over his shoulder to Killer who simply gave him a smirk.
Dust gave a huff, “You’re not allowed to take my hoodie or scarf.”
“Noted,” Killer smirks before he pushed Dust’s head down, well more so shoved. Dust shot a glare at Killer but allowed his head to be put into the lunette and to Killer he was surprisingly compliant with having his head underneath the old, freshly sharpened blade. Nightmare did always love having the blades nice and sharp.
Killer slowly locked the lunette down and grinned playful when Dust attempted to check the hold of the lunette. When he couldn’t get out he simply rested his hands on the sides of the guillotine. Killer’s smirk grew wide at the sight, the idea of pulling the release hatch hitting him straight on despite the action having no outcome of death due to the blade being stuck. A rush of excitement hissed through his body as he leaned over Dust’ body.
He took a moment to admire what he was seeing, such a pretty sight in front of him. Too bad it had to be someone he loathed, well… maybe this would change things. He chuckled to himself which earned a glance from Dust that he doesn’t notice, he does notice however the way Dust’s body tenses when he presses their clothed pelvises together and the tremble when he reaches for the release hatch. He flips it and there seems to be obvious disappointment from Dust when the blade doesn’t even budge. He just gives a huff and Killer snorts in amusement, moving a now free hand into Dust’s shorts.
Nothing is said, not even when Dust lets out a pitiful mewlish moan when his iliac crest is toyed with. Killer wanted to say something, tease the little fuck in front of him but shit did it sound good. He wonders if teasing would stop those noises which causes him to think before he spoke for once. “You like that?” He whispers, his voice lowered to a more husky drawl. It elicits a whine from Dust, the other’s hips rising up as Killer continues his torment. Soon enough that torment turned excruciating, Dust unable to contain the noises he was making.
Finally Killer’s hand seemed to relent, at least that’s what Dust thought until he felt two fingers curl around his ischium and tugs.
Dust lets out a sharp cry, mewlish in nature as his back arcs and his legs push his pelvis up on shaky structure. His hands cling to the sides of the guillotine and Killer seems amused by the reaction, especially when the feeling of liquid dense magic begins to drip along his fingers. Dust’s poor ecto is practically begging to form, all it needs is a lack of Killer’s hand. But that never comes. Instead, Killer brings his hand to the pooling mass of magic in Dust’s pelvis, drawing out a sharp gasp from the shorter. His hand toys with the magic not giving his current partner a moment to relax as he does so. He doesn’t dare hinder his own movements, not until Dust is practically foaming at the mouth and squirming so badly that the guillotine rocks on its supports. Killer doesn’t notice the way the blade seems to slightly lower itself.
“Come on!” Dust’s voice is icy, yet pleading all the same, “Stop fucking around and let me summon, asshole!”
Killer barks out a soft chuckle before he lowers himself over Dust, his free hand slipping under the smaller’s hoodie to trace along his spine. He lowers his face towards the other’s shoulder blades, pressing a kiss between them over the cloth that protects those pristient bones. He slightly begins to envy the clothing but he’ll follow through with Dust’s wishes for now. “Well…” he starts up slightly, “since you asked so nicely.” He gives a smirk as he pulls his hand away only for that violent ecto to snap in place with a sharp crackle. “Oho…” He drawls his voice, his lowered hand now drawing over Dust’s now summoned abdomend, “that sounded like it hurt…”
“Fuck…” The shorter began, his eyes slightly hazy from the relief of summoning, “you’re kidding, that was the best feeling I’ve ever felt.”
“Oh? Then would this be second best?” Before Dust has time to question, two of Killer’s fingers plunge straight into his sopping wet entrance. There wasn’t much of a noise that followed, nothing but a strangled whimper. The soft pants and mewls only began when Killer’s fingers began to pump into the other. “Heh, nice and loose for me, that’s good… real good.” A breathy laugh left Killer’s mouth as he moved himself back down to slowly kiss along Dust’s back causing a whine to leave the smaller.
“Can’t-”, a sharp puff of breath left Dust, “-can’t you just fuck me already?”
Killer let out a quiet snort, “And get it over nice and quick? Not at all Dustbunny,” there was a shiver from Dust at the nickname, “no, I want you to cum on my fingers first.”
Dust let out a squawk of indignation and was about to speak before a mewl cut him off when Killer curled his fingers up. The sound of Dust’s slippers scraping against the stone a bit as the other’s hips raised amused Killer to no end. He gave a pleased smirk before he continued to pump his fingers, occasionally curling them up to scrape them against that sweet spot he knew Dust would drooled over. As the motions continued Dust seemed to grow more and more sensitive, his hips trying to escape the brutal feeling of an oncoming climax. Killer adjusted himself to pin Dust’s beneath him as his fingers continued the onslaught, never adding or removing.
“That’s it,” he spoke just above a whisper as one of Dust’s slippers finally fell off due to his constant squirming. It didn’t take long afterwards until the smaller’s body tensed and a strangled noise left him just as his fingers clawed against the wooden frame. Killer’s amusement only heightened, a grin on his face. “Heh, no need to hide it, ya know.”
“Didn’t want to give you the pleasure of hearing me scream until after you put your dick in me.” Dust’s voice hissed.
If the show from earlier didn’t have Killer’s magic thumming then that proclamation certainly did, he knew it when his ecto snapped in place, his cock straining his shorts where it was nearly pressed up against Dust’s clothed heat. The only particular blockage being his fingers, he fixed that quickly. As he removed his fingers, he immediately pressed their groins together, sucking in a breath when he felt the slick from Dust’s shorts transfer over to his. He slowly began to rock their bodies together, his eyes closing for a moment as he appreciated the feeling. The little haughty breaths from Dust certainly encouraged his actions. Dust didn’t make a fight about this, his body slowly growing lax due to the feeling being more sweet, gentle pleasure rather than rough and brutal, there was a part of him that adored it. The moment almost seemed domestic for a few seconds, the two basking in their respective pleasures along with the gentleness of Killer’s hands gliding up to grab Dust’s waist.
Soon enough though the bittersweet feeling came to an end when Kiler’s fingers hooked onto Dust’s shorts only to pull them down in one swift movement. Dust in response gave a hiss, muttering a small ‘not so fast asshole’ when Killer pulled away the shorts with an overwhelming amount of eagerness. Dust glared in Killer’s general direction but sadly the lunette prevent him any actual viewing of the bastard. Heopened is mouth to speak again before Killer’s throbbing cock plunged into his cunt with a force that made the guillotine rock on it’s supports. Unknowingly to both the blade slightly dropped down, the rusted pull slightly giving way but never enough.
Dust let out a cry at the intrusion and squirmed as Killer’s pace started steady, a steady whimper leaving his mouth as his slippered foot and metacarpals scraped against the stoney floor. The taller gave a sly grin, hilting himself completely as he rolled and rocked his hips into the other. The painful stretch from the intrusion quickly melted into pleasure, a breathy moan leaving his mouth. Quickly his eyelights glanced back for any hope of catching a look at the monster behind him, yet he only caught a glimpse before that heavy heat slowly pulled back before Killer’s hips snapped forward.
A moan left Dust’s mouth as the guillotine once again rocked on its supports, the blade once again dropped only a smidge. Yet this time.. Killer noticed and his eyelights almost lit up in surprise before a grin covered his face. From the sweet roll and rocking of hips to a heavy rut into Dust’s heat causing multiple effects.
Dust’s moans turned as steady as the blade slowly jostled down, Killer biting his tongue in his mouth as he watched the blade slowly creep down. It sent a new wave of heat through his body and with a new fervor he rut his hips into Dust. With each drop of the blade, their eagerness for pleasure only began to grow.
“Hah-“ Dust’s voice was a sudden break of Killer’s out of focus rutting, “Killer! Give- Give me a second, I can’t-“ It was becoming too much as he began to grow close, his body attempting to escape the overwhelming feeling. His second climax was beginning to close in on him and unknowingly so was the blade. Killer only smirked, his pace never slowing, not even daring to as Dust’s moans began to become choked. The overstimulation raised a sob from Dust and the sound along dragging Killer closer to his finish line.
It was when the guillotine finally dropped far enough to rest against the vertebrae, sharp metal slightly cutting into bone just barely enough to cause no true damage, that Dust’s body tensed. His second climax finally crashed into him and with the tenseness of his heat, Killer was soon to follow.
Dust’s voice was akin to a scream, his phalanges clawing in the wood as the full force of his climax hit him like a blast from a gaster blaster. His body gave a tremble as that unfamiliar warmth filled his now aching cunt. He dared not move, the feeling of the blade and Killer panting against him causing him to freeze. Killer seems to regain his senses after a moment, his hand moving to the rope. His hand grasped it before he slowly tugged the blade back to its proper position and locked it back into place.
Dust let out a quiet puff of air, the feeling of Killer pulling out as he unlocked the lunette making the shorter whine.
“So,” Killer chuckles, smiling when Dust makes no move to get himself up. “Enjoy yourself?”
There’s a pregnant silence, “Go fuck yourself.”
“Aw? But I already had fun with you.”
“Die.”