Fic: And We Three, Dreaming 3/3
Continuation from Part 2. Same warnings apply, folks.
“Wwhat, Sol,” you shoot back, thrusting your chin out at him. Fef is idly swinging your hands back and forth, humming, which maybe makes you feel less threatening than you would like, but this blackrom has gone off the rails for long fuckin’ enough. “You had your fuckin’ lowwblood hand up Fef’s nook the wwhole time. Don’t you glub at me.” You manage to glare at him past Feferi’s voluminous hair, and you can see traces of that ugly mustard color spreading across his cheeks. Good. Fef giggles as your bulge, lying soft and limp in the purple liquid pooling between your bodies, begins to stir again, sliding against her own length.
“You two are just incoralgible,” she says brightly, standing up on shaky legs. She bends over gracefully and slips her underwear off over the bucket, letting even more liquid spill out of the sodden article of clothing and from her nook. “I think I’ve kept you apart long enough. But you betta put on a good show,” she adds deviously, sitting down next to you against the couch. “I’ll be grading!”
“Howw do you plan on gradin’ sex, Fef?” you ask, slipping your own underwear and pants off. Both articles of clothing are soaked and kind of sticky, and you chuck them off somewhere, not really caring where they land. Not like it’s really your hive anyway. “It’s kinda subjectivve, isn’t it?”
“Hm,” Feferi says, nodding thoughtfully. “Well, how about this?” She holds a finger out and, before you can react, runs it up between her breasts, coating it with your genetic material. Rich purple disappears between her swollen lips, a quick dart of a tyrian tongue visible against grey skin, and she indicates your bulge. You swallow hard, knowing without looking that it’s perked up almost back to full readiness. “Fifteen points,” she says sweetly, licking a small patch of purple left on the shiny black of her upper lip. “Now focus!”
“Wwha?” you manage. “Focus on wwhat?” And then Sollux is there, very very close to your face, and he’s wearing a smarmy grin that finishes off what Fef started. You slam your forehead into his and stare him down, or at least as well as you can stare down your kismesis while he’s wearing pants and you’re not and you’re still horny as fuck. “You got somethin’ to say, Sol?” you ask, trying hard to ignore his nose brushing against yours. It’s a bit of a cliché, but you doubt Sol’s in the mood for much more verbal foreplay.
Nope. “Spread ‘em,” he says, without preamble. You open your mouth to protest that you will do no such thing, and in a flash his finger is inside your mouth - a finger stained purple with Fef’s genetic material. It’s thick and both sweet and salty, nothing at all like you’d imagined (and of course you’ve imagined. Puberty was a difficult time), but it somehow manages to taste exactly like her. His finger’s back out of your mouth again before you can bite him - your teeth slam into each other painfully - and then he’s on top of you, his hands in your hair as he forces your head back and kisses you. “I don’t give a fuck about FF’s stupid grading,” he hisses as you grab his wrists and fight his grip. “Your nook is mine, Ampora. Legs open, I said.”
Fucking lowblood! Giving you orders like he expects them to be obeyed, and why the glubbing hell is it turning you on so much you are not Zahhak. “Fuck no,” you bite out, managing to wrestle his hands away from your horns without any real effort. “Make me.”
He rolls his eyes. “Real nice, ED,” he mutters, struggling against you for a few seconds. “How long did that take you to come up with?” You glance over at Fef, who shrugs apologetically and tilts her head to give Sollux the edge on that particular exchange. Enough of that right here and now.
You easily force Sollux over - like you said, he’s a skinny motherglubber - and land on top of him, a hand hard against his hot, sharp collarbone. “Let’s get somefin straight here, Sol,” you growl. “Lay dowwn a few ground rules about wwho’s really in charge here.” You bite him hard enough to draw blood, and he hisses. The noise is grating and repulsive, just like him, so you seal his lips with yours to shut him up. His tongue quests into your mouth, and you let it pass without incident; plenty of horror stories about blackrom partners who took it too far and ended up nearly drowning in their kismesis’ blood from a stupid bite. You do dig your nails into his back for it. He grunts - you’ll admit that that sound, at least, is sexy - and, wait a minute, pries his hand from your chest, and, whoa, his hand is on your bulge and massaging it. He does the wavy thing you used on Fef - cheater! - and you feel the strength slip right out of your knees. In seconds, he’s back on top, and he’s situated himself directly between your legs.
“You were saying, ED?” he asks mockingly, idly stroking your bulge. Another shiver runs up your spine, and it takes you a moment to answer.
“I was sayin’, Sol,” you spit back, your tone as venomous as you can make it, “that you can go straight to hell an’ kiss your mutant fuckin’ ancestor hello wwhen you get there.” Your bulge thrashes embarrassingly around Sollux’s stained hand, and he grins as he unfastens his jeans with the other, letting his own bulge escape. It’s yellow, of course, and, perhaps three or four inches from the base, it bifurcates, continuing on into two thin hemibulges that terminate in little bullet-shaped heads; it glistens softly in the light as it wriggles. Your nook is fully open now, almost dripping at the sight, and this fact does not escape Sollux. He almost looks like he’s considering your very sexy one-liner for a moment, then shrugs.
“Works for me,” he says simply, and then oh, god, he’s inside you. Not the full thing - you’re a virgin, Jegus - but enough to get the point across quite well, and for a moment the only sounds you can make are strangled gasps. His bulge is inside you and pushing deeper, pressing on your shame globes with each movement, and you have to be careful not to bite your tongue as you clench your teeth.
“Fuck,” he growls, hunching over you. His nails are digging into your shoulder, and you reach up to grab his wrists as he leans in and mashes his lips against yours. “Fuck, ED,” he rasps, biting at your lower lip between words. That appears to be the only thing he has to say, as he buries his face in the crook of your neck and begins to thrust his hips. His bulge is already deep inside you, and each thrust only loosens you up for more of him to slip in. It feels amazing, even if it is Sol doing it to you, and you close your eyes, forgetting about the fight for a moment.
“Okay, Eridan, now just relax,” Fef says helpfully, patting you on the shoulder. Her bulge is active again, wrapped around her wrist as she slowly works fingers in and out of her sopping nook. “It’s gonna feel like a lot, but you can do it! It’s actually a lot of fin once you get used to it.”
Well, that doesn’t sound good. “Used to what?” you ask warily, and then you feel it. There’s a bump or something on Sollux’s bulge, and it’s pressing against your nook insistently with each thrust of Sollux’s hips and each quiet, breathy grunt he makes. No, not a bump; it just widens out as the hemibulges join back together, which is hardly the weirdest thing you’ve seen today, but which does present a small problem, that being that Sollux is already filling you up. A small raised ridge along the outside of one of his hemibulges is being rubbed into your shame globes, and you twitch as Sol gives a particularly rough thrust, pressing further into you than he has before. “I don’t knoww if I can take it,” you say honestly.
“You can,” Feferi assures you cheerfully. “Just try. I think you’ll like it.”
“He already… likes it,” Sollux grunts, his breath hitching. “Come on, Ampora. Gonna let - ngh - a lowblood bulge show you up?” His face is flushed hideous yellow, and his eyes are screwed up in exertion and pleasure. It’s disgusting and vulgar, and you have to face it: you loathe Sollux Captor more than anyone else in the multiverse. It’s odd how much easier it is to admit it to yourself than it was to get your feelings about Fef straightened out, but if no one has to die this time, you’ll gladly suffer a little honesty. Even if it is fuckin’ embarrassing. As if hearing your thoughts (and who knows, glubbin’ psychics), Sollux smirks and pushes your head back again, tracing his few remaining fangs across your skin to draw blood. “I asked you a question, fishfuck,” he snarls, “or do you want me to rip your throat out right now?” Your bulge whips out, wrapping around his base, and you feel your nook contract around the writhing bulk of him. God, it feels good to be hated, and you can’t avoid a moan.
“Like you could,” you reply as soon as you’re able to form words again. “Showw me wwhat you’vve got, lowwblood. I can take anythin’ you - oh, god, Sol!” You cry out his name as he slams forward into you with everything he has, driving his bulge to the hilt - you feel your bone bulge settle against his stomach - and biting down hard on your collarbone. It doesn’t even hurt; you can’t feel anything but Sollux’s magnificent filthy mutant bulge as his flesh slaps into yours, and you dig your nails into his cheek. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…!”
Suddenly, Sollux’s teeth disappear from your shoulder, and you manage to sit up in time for Feferi, quick flashes of alluring grey skin visible through her curtain of silky hair, to straddle you and press you back up against the couch. You can’t see very well, but from the sound he’s making, her tongue has just gone down Sollux’s throat. She leans back a bit as he reciprocates, his hands crushing into her breasts, and she reaches down and disentangles your bulge from Sollux’s. Stolen from its heat source, it writhes around - you’re a bit excited right now, okay? - and, with a happy cry from the girl herself, slips right into Feferi’s nook, sliding straight up almost to the base inside her. You feel justified in whiting out for just a moment as sensation rushes through you: the heat of Fef and her comforting weight and Sollux’s bulge stretching your opening to its limit. Unable to help yourself, you let out a loud moan as your hands fall to her hips, pulling her back into you instinctively. She giggles and leans back, snuggling into you, and her walls give you a little squeeze.
“You said you weren’t gonna do this, FF,” Sollux says, exasperated, and you have to bite your lip. For all his annoyance, his hips are still working in and out as he bends to tongue her nipple. You rest a hand on his head - way too tender a gesture, so you yank his hair a little - and he grunts into her chest, giving your thigh a pinch in return. Feferi rubs the mark his fingers leave behind, and you roll your eyes as you rub her stomach in kind, just enjoying the feel of her skin on yours.
“Yeah, wway to kill the mood, Fef,” you say, trying hard to make it sound like a huff and not panting. “Wwere you not seein’ wwhat wwas goin’ on there? That wwas some smokin’ hot kismesitude you just interrupted. I hope you’re happy.” Full sentences - pretty impressive if you do say so yourself. She twists to pout at you and begins to move her hips in time with Sol’s, her bulge reaching out to stroke his stomach. It slips further down, four or five spines wrapping around you and beginning to stroke your length as her inquisitive tip reaches Sollux’s purple-slick bulges. Sollux lets out a huff of breath as she twines around and between his hemibulges, too, and you draw blood from your lip biting it as the wrapped coils of her bulge press into your nook with the motion of his hips.
“This seemed easier,” Feferi says, smiling. She’s breathing harder now too, quick shallow breaths, and she begins to push back against your thrusts. “And this way, everyone can be together… and everyone can be ha - aah!” She cries out as you flex yourself inside of her - you can actually feel her stomach bulge out a little under your hand. “Ah… and everyone can be happy,” she finishes, sighing. Her hand covers yours on her stomach and she slips her fingers in between yours as well as the webbing allows, leaning forward to kiss Sollux again. “Can you do that again, Eridan…?”
“Stole that from me, ED,” Sollux comments, flexing his bulges in different directions. Feferi gives a little giggle-gasp as you let your head fall to the crook of her neck, squeezing her hand hard just to keep from crying out. She squeezes back, sympathetic, as Sollux touches foreheads with you again. “Don’t even know what you did, but I guaran-fucking-tee I do it better than you. Maybe if you get on your knees and ask reel nice I’ll show you a trick or two later.” You catch at his lips with your own, tasting the blood from the cuts left there, and press his jaw down into Fef’s shoulder. She nibbles on his ear as he growls, and soon you can feel him moving easier in you as he begins to secrete genetic material. Not a full release yet, but he grins through his heavy breathing and snags the bucket with his fingertips. It’s already half-full with mixed purple, and you feel a rush of conflicting emotions as several things hit you at once.
First off, that’s your material, mixed together with Feferi’s. It’s gorgeous, darker than her blood by a few shades, and it makes your vascular bladder hurt with pride, love and a few other emotions that rush by too quickly to identify. Perhaps regret…? But the confusion is swept away when you realize what Sollux intends to do, in tandem with the answer to something that has been bothering you since this whole encounter began.
“Sol, you can’t,” you gasp, fingers tightening on Fef’s again. She moans as you move in her, and you feel something unbearable starting to build up in the walls of your nook. “That’s… that’s a matesprit bucket. You can’t be fuckin’ serious.”
Sollux grunts and buries his head in Feferi’s chest, his whole body starting to move in time with his thrusts, which are slowing down and coming with more force. “Just… fucking… watch me, Ampora,” he gasps, scratching your hips as he grips you hard. Feferi holds him as his breath hitches, and then there’s a flood of warmth inside you as the pores along his length spurt his seed into you. Sollux lets out another shuddering grunt, dragging his nails down your legs, and you throw your head back with a curse as your shame globes gush around the tangled knot of him and Feferi. Contractions ripple up through your stomach and the warmth of Sollux’s genetic material radiates down through your legs, and you let your forehead rest on the back of Feferi’s head as your hips slowly piece themselves back together.
“Don’t stop,” she says urgently, squeezing your hand again, and you dazedly oblige, twisting around inside of her tight, soaking nook as well as you can. “Oh cod. Oh god, oh god, Eridan, Sollux, hold me…!” She cries out as she orgasms, her genetic material shooting from each of the spines along her length and practically painting herself and Sollux with her lovely purple. Your arms are around Sollux’s back and his are around yours, holding you tightly against her back, and you can hear and feel her quiet whimpers as she thrusts her hips desperately down against yours. After a few moments, she sighs, relaxing, and you let her go, leaning back into the couch. Feferi leans back with you, and your arms settle around her waist. “You both pass,” she says dreamily, smiling.
Sollux gives you a pinch to get your attention and slips the bucket under your hips. It’s enough to make you blush again. “Wwe’re not mixin’, Sol,” you snap, leaning to glare at him. “That’s disgustin’ and pervverted.” And it is, you insist to yourself to combat the blush. There’s a reason it’s really hard to find mixing videos on the Trollnet. Not… that you look or anything.
Sollux shrugs. “Only brought the one,” he says simply, pulling his bulges from your body. Drops of tyrian purple fall from Feferi’s spines and spot the surface as your mingled material, a rich chocolate brown, flows from your nook and into the bucket. You almost want to turn away, but watching the colors mix as the liquid settles is sciencebinding. The end result is a warm, earthy plum color, nowhere near as hideous as you had expected, and you sit and look at it for a moment while your bulge softens and slips from Feferi.
“I know we don’t have to worry about the drones anymore,” Feferi murmurs as she sits down next to you and snuggles into your side. The excess material is gone again - maybe a trick of her friends? - and her bare skin is warm and dry against you. It’s comfortable, and you rest your head on hers. “But I’m glad we went to the trouble. It’s a pretty color,” she continues, blushing. “I like it.”
“You know,” says Sollux, sitting down on her other side and throwing an almost companionable arm around your shoulders, “I kinda like it too.” Feferi reaches out her hand, waving it urgently at him, and he obligingly laces his fingers with hers. “It looks weird as shit and it took a metric fuckton of effort to set up” - he gooses your shoulder and you flip him off - “but it’s not bad. It works, if you squint.” He leans forward to rest his mouth on Feferi’s shoulder and falls silent, and so does the room. After a few moments you recognize the sudden tension in her back and his arm, and it becomes pretty obvious what they’re waiting for.
“Yeah,” you say quietly, nodding slowly. “I hate to say it, but… I think you’re right.” There’s an almost imperceptible change in the air as they both relax, relieved smiles spreading across their faces, and you can’t help but smile too. “So… wwhat noww?” You rub Feferi’s shoulder, holding her closer, but it’s suddenly hard to look at them. “I knoww I’m just bein’ a glub again, but I really wwanna apologize again… for evveryfin, really.”
“Are you gonna have a fucking existential crisis every five minutes for the next sweep? ‘Cause that’s gonna get old really fast,” Sollux sighs, patting you roughly on the shoulder. “How about this, ED. When you piss us off, we’ll tell you. And when we piss you off, you tell us.” He blushes a little, and Feferi leans against him, giggling. “This isn’t one of KK’s bullshit romance novels. We’re allowed to actually talk about feelings and stuff and not wallow around angsting.”
Feferi nods. “Right! And if something feels fishy, don’t feel like you have to keep it inside. We’ll listen!” She takes your hand in both of hers and places it against her chest, right between her breasts. Her skin is warm and soft, and her body is whole and solid; you can feel her central vascular pump beating gently. She doesn’t say anything, but she smiles up at you as the proof of her life feathers against your palm, and she doesn’t have to say anything as you embrace her. Sollux puts his arms around you both with a long-suffering sigh, but you can see him kind of smiling, which will have to be good enough. “It doesn’t matter what happened before,” Feferi whispers into your chest, closing her eyes for a moment. “We’re all together now, and that’s what’s important.” She falls quiet, and the three of you sit still, skin to skin, letting the past wash away.
After a while, Feferi sits up, nearly uppercutting you with her forehead. “Oh, we should go,” she says, disentangling herself from you and Sollux. She stands up and stretches, then turns to your dresser and fishes through it. She somehow pulls out her own clothes - dream logic, who knows - and starts getting dressed, tossing you and Sollux your own pants and shirts. Sollux catches his bundle deftly, but you fumble yours because you’re busy checking to make sure he’s not wearing one of your sigil shirts. There is a limit.
“Go? Go wwhere?” you ask, pulling your pants on. You cock an eyebrow at Feferi, but she’s already pulling your cape out of the dresser as well. Sollux rolls his eyes. Cod, you love that girl. “Havve… havve you found the others? Who’s evven still alivve?”
“When AA and I saw them last, it was just KK, TZ, KN, and GZ left,” Sollux explains, his voice slightly muffled by the shirt over his face. “And some humans - the red kid and the creepy purple chick.” You stiffen - the witch! What a missed opportunity! - but even that’s more than you expected, and it almost comes as a relief. “AA and FF can get around out here, since she’s a god and FF’s a weirdo” - he ducks a balled-up sock without missing a beat - “but the rest of us have to stay in the bubbles, so they won’t be too hard to round up. Especially with FF’s friends helping,” he adds with a grimace.
“Round up,” you say, frowning. Come to think of it… “Sol, wwhy did you say a swweep earlier? Seems a little specific if wwe’re gonna be dead for the next eternity.” He cinches his shoelaces and looks over at Fef, who has a smile spreading across her face.
“All I can say is that the horrorterrors have a plan,” she says coyly, taking your hands and pulling you to your feet. She helps Sollux up as well, then catches your hand again to lead you both toward the door. “It might not make much sense now, and there might be some things that seem scary or hard at first, but they believe in us!” You and Sollux exchange a look, and she pouts. “Yeah, I know how you feel about them. But I think it will work, too,” she says, looking between the two of you. “And I’m not just saying that! But we’re gonna be busy, and we need to get started. There’s so much to do.” She raises her hand and pushes open the door of your respiteblock. Instead of the familiar old, weathered floorboards of your hallway, black space yawns just over the threshold, so impenetrable that it almost looks like a solid wall of darkness. “Come on!”
“Fef-” you begin, but she’s already moving and, pulled along by her highblood strength, so are you. The darkness feels cold, like the deep ocean at night, and as soon as you break through the threshold you are struck with the sensation of being surrounded on all sides by emptiness. You bob gently in the darkness as Feferi laughs and kicks her feet like a swimmer, taking as much of a look around as you dare. It’s not as bad as you had expected; hundreds of thousands of points of light fleck the distant void like stars, brightly shining dreambubbles like the one you’ve just departed. You get the feeling that scale, as a concept, means less than nothing out here, which of course only makes you feel damnably small. Trying to be surreptitious about sticking closer to Feferi doesn’t work, of course, and she smiles.
“Don’t be afraid, Eridan,” she says, rubbing the back of your hand with her thumb. She doesn’t let go of Sollux, and you notice that he has a pretty solid grip on her as well. “Once you get used to it out here, it’s reely nice! Isn’t it pretty?” She looks around, her eyes shining with joy like it’s the first time she’s ever been outside the bubbles. You’re just about to admit that okay, maybe it isn’t so bad when motion catches your eye. You turn to look and see a huge dark shape drifting across the starfield, ill-defined even against the backdrop of light - and you’re glad for the mystery, because what you can see is long, oily black tentacles, serrated beaks bristling from between them like shards of glass, and hundreds of eyes that burn across the eternal distance between you. One of the creature’s tentacles passes behind the smallest dots of light you can see, and you look away, feeling a bit sick to your stomach. Feferi waves.
“Well, let’s get going,” she says, after a moment. “We’ve got some fishing to do, and the others may not want to come with us even after we find them. They might be happy where they are, or they might just be tired of fighting.” She looks sad for a moment, then presses on. “But we have to convince them, because if we don’t, then all of it - everyfin! - was for nothing. Aradia is helping too - I actually don’t think we’d be able to make it in time without her…” She trails off, looking around at the identical dreambubbles as if she can see something you can’t.
“Make it in time wwhere, Fef?” you snap, frowning. “I don’t mind wworkin’ for the horrorterrors if you say it’s a good idea. I don’t evven mind herdin’ a buncha our surly dead friends. But wwhere are wwe bringin’ them once wwe havve them?”
Feferi smiles and lifts Sollux’s hand in her own, casting a fond glance at him. He floats around to pat you on the shoulder with his free hand, then point off into the distance - fortunately, not in a direction with any horrorterrors. There doesn’t appear to be anything there at all, actually, and you open your mouth to say so when Sollux sighs. “Look closer, ED,” he suggests, rolling his eyes. You put a knuckle to your mouth and squint as hard as you can… and there it is. A tiny white dot, just barely visible, streaking across the blackness, tearing a jagged line of yellow in the void behind it. The color looks familiar, and you glance at Sol. He nods shortly. “Exactly what you think it is,” he confirms. “And if we’re going there for the reason I think we’re going there… well. Shit’s gonna get interesting in a sweep or so.” He grins wickedly.
“So that’s the plan,” Feferi says. She looks anxious to get moving, but turns to you. “Are you… you do want to help us, right? It might not be easy to convince everyone, and sometimes it might be painful, but we have to. For them, and for everyone.”
“My queen,” you say, and Feferi smiles. She throws her arms around you - Sollux swears as he gets tossed around by her strength - and then she turns to face a cluster of bubbles some distance away.
“Tavros is somewhere in there,” she says. And with that you’re blurring into motion, taking the next step on the longest road you’ve ever walked - across space, across time, across both and neither at once, through blood and death and laughter and hardship and love, to bear witness to the death of a Demon at the end and the beginning of all things. And your hand is in hers, and hers in his, and his in yours, and for the first time in a long time you find again what you had lost: Hope.