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Life Topside had many delights to offer a new ghoul, and chief among them was exploring every nook, cranny, kink and quirk of their new pack. Phantom's no exception, spending every second of spare time that he can needling at his pack mates, finding where he fits in in established dynamics, and where the niche left behind by Aether's departure from the touring band leaves him. As it turns out, it leaves him with woefully undertrained powers, and a lot of ghouls who were very used to Aether getting them on their knees and taking all thoughts away.
Phantom, however, is a wildfire to Aether's controlled burn when it comes to magic. Now on tour, all he's got in the way of trainers is Swiss, who's half cocked control of every element makes him not exactly the best teacher, but it's what Phantom's got. More often than not, teaching opportunities came when Dew would cry exhaustion whenever they'd end up in a hotel.
"Swissyyyy, babyyy, I don't think I'm gonna sleep good tonight, can you and Tommy help me?" Dew whines, flopping his sweaty head onto Swiss' lap, kicking his legs out into the adjacent seat of the shuttle taking the group to the hotel. "My head hurts sooo bad, baby."
"All our fuckin' heads are gunna hurt if you don't shut the hell up." Rain grunts, kicking the back of Dew's chair like a child on a cross country flight.
“Don’t be mean, Rainy,” Phantom says from his place securely between the curve of Rain’s jaw and shoulder. The water ghoul snorts.
“You’d do anything for Dew, hm?” Rain says, fingers trailing up Phantom’s inner thigh. Phantom elbows him with no real intention of hurting.
“Hi pot, I’m kettle,” he responds, before raising his voice to answer Dew. “I’d do anything for ya, Dew.”
"Thank you baby, I love you~!" Dew croons, a beautiful singsongy lilt that definitely isn't base manipulation. Rain continues his hand's journey up and down the slim plane of Phantom's thigh, though he's now too late to stake his claim. Not that he needs to, if the bruises sucked into Phantom's thigh from the previous night are any indication. He presses down on one a little bit, making Phantom stifle a yelp and bite his lip, tail tingling.
"I can see you guys almost fucking, can it please wait." Mountain grunts from behind them, unglamoured frame barely fitting in the van. He'd fix the problem, but after a sweaty ritual in the dead of summer, he can't be fucked.
Dew lifts a heavy hand to flip him off, earning him a smack from someone, probably Cirrus given where it came from, and snickers. “
Il mio packo
,” Copia groans, pinching the bridge of his still painted nose. “Can we please quiet it the
fuck
down? It’s too hot for this.”
"Sorry, Papa." Comes the discordant chorus of a pack of ghouls shamed, like a bunch of school children who misbehaved on a field trip.
"We are not all that far from the hotel, and we will be free of each other till tomorrow." He lays down the law, and everyone is beholden to agree. "And Dewdrop, please sit up, I'm not in the mood to try and push two halves of your body together if we crash."
"You're no fun." Dew mumbles, sitting up and hunching with all the drama of a disaffected teen.
“I’m not here to be fun, Dew. I’m here to lead you and ensure we all stay safe,” Copia returns smoothly, not looking at the feisty ghoul. Dew gets a look that Swiss knows too well, and his tail swishes mischievously.
“You were fun bouncing on my knot last night,” The whole van groans in disgust, most of all the poor driver who physically couldn't block out the conversation if they tried. Rain kicks the back of his seat again, getting a yelp from Dew as he all but leaps into Swiss' lap.
"The actions of last night- silenzio, stronzi - are irrelevant now." Copia quiets the jeers again, leaning back against his seat and all but putting his gloved fingertips through his eyes in exhaustion. After just a few blessed moments, the bus jostles into the parking lot to the relief of exhausted ghouls and antipopes alike. “Dew, you’re hereby banned from my room,” Copia chides as they all stand, stretching his tired back. Dew puts on a spectacular pout that has Phantom almost choking on laughter.
“What, why? For how long?”
“Until tomorrow, because I love you,” Copia responds kindly, but firm. Dew groans loudly, acting the childish part he always does to get his way. Swiss just grabs his hand and squeezes.
“Aw, I thought Tommy and me were takin’ care of you, baby.”
"Well. Yeah, I mean I guess, but-"
"You wanted the all access Papa pass, hm?" Swiss purrs, hands unsubtly groping at Dew while they disembark the crowded van, Phantom following close behind. He hopes he's not grossly misread things and won't end up making a fool of himself when he tries to use his powers on Dew. "Tomorrow, you get your precious Papa back. Tonight, you're ours." Dew has to stifle a moan while Swiss all but herds the two guitarists to his room, where he's somehow wheedled his way to a king size bed. It's really unfair to poor Mountain that he doesn't have a lick of quintessence. Dew already feels fuzzy around the edges, the pain in his head a gentle pressure against his temples.
“Swiss…” His moan trails off into a gasp when Swiss palms at him. Phantom closes the door behind the pair, watching with wide, hungry eyes as Swiss grabs Dew's jaw for a deep kiss. The barest hint of their tongues sliding against the other has Phantom throbbing in his jeans, but he's still pressed up against the door. It isn't till they part, with Dew melting against Swiss' chest that changes.
"What'cha doing all the way over there, Tommy? We miss you." Swiss purrs, kaleidoscope eyes glinting mischievously. "Our little bug deserves someone on both sides, don't you agree?" Dew expresses his pleasure with the idea by swishing his tail in Phantom's direction, as if beckoning him forward. Phantom moves like thick liquid, slow and oozing as he crosses what feels like the cavern between he and Swiss and Dew. The little fire ghoul smells of smoking driftwood, a summer storm, and it is perfectly coupled with Swiss’ mossy, morning dew of a scent, the florals and sprinkle of ozone. It was one of the things Phantom loved first - the smells of love.
He'd been more than a little obvious with his snuggles, pressing in and breathing deep, but the rest of the pack figured it was like a cat trying to scent their new housemates. And besides, it was awfully cute how often he'd start pawing at them while he cuddled and purred away, eyes slipped closed in pure bliss. He's in that same state now, tucked into the soft curve of Dew's neck as they all paw at each other. They're aimless touches for now, just feeling each other up while Dew gets breathier and wigglier. Phantom slips his hands down to grope at the front of Dew's jeans, making his knees buckle.
"Shit, Tommy, we might not even need your powers to get him to drop." Swiss teases, earning him a play bite from Dew, lucid as the day he was summoned.
“Or yours,” Phantom murmurs, his hot breath caressing the shell of Dew’s ear. “How’s your training going, switchblade?” Swiss hum softly, fingers idly tracing the scarred remains of Dew’s gills as he reaches around behind the fire ghoul to grip Phantom’s skinny wrist.
“Between rituals and prayer, I’ve barely had time,” he responds, spice and caramel. “But I think I know enough.” Dew groans.
“Can you knock it off and get to it?” he commands weakly, and Swiss laughs softly.
“Absolutely not, droplet. Tommy and I are talking.” Dew whimpers petulantly, which earns him a growl from Phantom, a deep one that rumbles the whole of his lithe frame.
"Try that again and it comes with a bite." Phantom warns, earning a snarl from Dew.
"Well don't threaten me with a good time there, lightning bug." Dew sighs, pressing back into Phantom even more, grinding up against him. Phantom runs his hands along the waifish plane of Dew's forearms, palms warming as the faintest sizzle of quintessence leaps from his hands and into the recesses of Dew's spine.
"Stop fighting me, Dewdrop, or we'll turn you brainless and fuck you out."
"Again, threats of a good time.” Phantom raises his eyes to Swiss’ golden ones that shimmer and glint dangerously. A message, tinny and almost done a can line, sparks in the recesses of Phantom’s brain. We should. He asked.
Hah, you sure we won't permanently scramble his brains?
Phantom grins, nipping at the point of Dew's ear.
Nah, nah, I got him. I might not be as powerful as you but I got a lot more practice. Swiss returns, eyes lidded and predatory. Dew squirms at the sight, only now realizing that they're talking without speaking.
"No, no, wait what are you shits planning?" He tries to break away from them, but the ghouls bracketing have the numbers advantage and keep him sandwiched between them.
"Only to give you exactly what you asked for, bug." Phantom gently settles his hand around Dew's neck, more of a control than a choke. Dew’s breath becomes a breathy, feeble thing. Swiss kisses just below Phantom’s fingertips.
“I wanted you to fuck me, not…” the fire ghoul squirms as Swiss licks a hot stripe down to his collar. “Not whatever it is you are planning…
"Oh, we're gonna fuck you, don't worry." Phantom growls low, nipping at the point of Dew's ear and getting a yip out of him. Swiss' fingers dip under the hem of Dew's shirt and push it up until Phantom has to relinquish his hold on the little ghoul so he can be undressed. He's flushed a pretty purple, like a dusting across his shoulders and chest, and it makes the silvery scars under his pecs all but disappear in his aroused flush.
"Oh hell, are you going to stay dressed, you know how wild that makes me." Dew groans, tail doing it's best to lash wildly with Phantom pressed up against him.
Swiss laughs quietly, more a vibration in his chest than a noise. “We could,” he murmurs. “But I need to get on you.”
"Need to feel that heat." Phantom echoes the sentiment with a low rumble, palming at Dew's chest and tugging slightly at the jewelry. Dew whines, canting his hips into Swiss' leg, giving Swiss the worst kind of permission to slot his legs in between Dew's and let him grind.
" Ngh, oh you fucking bastards, I -" Dew's cut off by the press of Phantom's fingers at his lips, wetting his fingers to pluck at Dew's nipples.
"Think we should get him to the bed, Tommy?" Swiss asks, pulling Dew further on to his thigh and increasing the friction between them. Phantom pulls back to watch the pair with a feral sort of hunger.
"I'm enjoying the show here," he admits, palming at the slowly growing wet patch of his jeans. "If I didn't need to devour our firefly, I'd happily watch you two go at it."
"Mmm. Plans for later then. Maybe we can pull everyone in, just let them watch you get destroyed." Swiss threatens, and that makes Dew's knees all but give out, only held up by a flex of Swiss' deceptively strong grasp. Phantom laughs softly, helping Swiss maneuver Dew back to the bed. They drop Dew to the plush bed, Swiss pinning him down while Phantom strips with an urgency he's never felt. Nothing, not even his first heat felt like this. If he was a little more green with his powers, he'd assume Swiss had a hold on him. He settles at the head of the bed in just his boxers, slick staining the inside of his thighs like he used to be the water ghoul. "Wanna get my mouth on you." Swiss growls, fingers making quick work of annoyingly tight denim, even as Dew squirms. "Can you get him to stop wiggling, moondrop? Maybe give him a little headache remedy, hm?"
Phantom feels his first real spike of anxiety, but he nods regardless. “Thanks for the permission, switchblade,” he responds, placing Dew’s head in his lap. The fire ghouls hair, still so water like in its quality, fans out, the braids Dew has to keep it off his neck abandoned the moment the mask is off. Those gorgeous eyes, seaglass and inferno, gaze up at him, pleading. Phantom presses his fingertips to Dew’s temples, calling his magika to him.
There's nothing spectacular that happens when Phantom calls on his power, just the faintest spark of amethyst wisps wreathe his hands while his pupils blow. As for Dew, it's similarly unimpressive, as his mismatched eyes go slack and the faintest ring of purple graces his iris. The real magic is happening inside, while Phantom does his best to focus on the wild magic surging in him. It feels like harnessing the tide, like lassoing the sun and taming the stars. He focuses on the way his magika intertwines with Dew's, the raging inferno up against the burn of a supernova. Dew's eyes go glassy, and it's then that Phantom knows it's worked. The inferno cools to a bonfire, and it's the exact sign Aether told him to look out for. They'd only gotten a few sessions of training in before everyone had to leave on tour, but luckily the older quintessence ghoul knew Dew inside and out in every way possible.
"Good job, moondrop." Swiss breathes, mouthing heavily at Dew's boxers with his stained glass eyes shimmering. Phantom moans softly, lifting his gaze from the little ghoul in his lap, meeting Swiss’ adoring look.
“You look real good down there, Swiss…” Swiss hums in approval of Phantom’s words, and presses the flat of his tongue against Dew’s soaking boxers. Dew moans, louder than Phantom did, and barely twitches.
"Excellent, just a little hit and he's already fucked. Can't imagine what will happen when I get my fingers in him." Swiss says as he drags the boxers down, and Phantom has no idea where or how or how metaphorical the fingers will be. He's like that, full of double entendre aplenty. It starts literal, at least, with one of Swiss' gently thick fingers pushing against Dew's slick entrance, clit jumping as he pets his way in softly. "Such a pretty boy for us, so pliant." Swiss purrs before latching his lips to Dew's aching cock and suckling lightly.
Phantom knots his fingers in Dew’s hair, the sweaty kinks from the braid knotted into his grip. He watches Swiss intently, those beautiful eyes captivating the quintessence ghoul and nailing him through his mottled skin to the mattress.
Dew's eyes are so slack, so the eye contact could only be for Phantom, and it sends a shiver down his spine, down to the very tip of his tail.
He tastes incredible, Tommy. Swiss presses into Phantom's mind, and he could swear that he tastes Dew through the bond, deep and musky and salty.
"Swiss says you taste good, baby." Phantom purrs down at Dew, petting at his temple softly. Dew whimpers softly and screws his eyes shut, hips giving a little resistance but not as much fight as he would normally.
“Ah, he’s in there,” Swiss pulls up to say, fingers still working hard. “Think you can ease up on him, moondrop?” Anxiety, again.
“Yeah.”He closes his eyes and focuses again, pulling his magic back ever so slightly, letting the fire inside Dew rage again. Hells, he's so damned bad at this, he's got no idea what he's doing here. He should be the one in between Dew's legs, at least he can eat pussy with the best of 'em.
"There we go, baby, so good." Swiss purrs, grin as wide as the day is long. Phantom's sure he's talking to Dew until he looks up, spare hand brushing over the fine, wispy hair on Dew's sweet pale thighs. "You're doing so good, sweetheart, it's tough work to tame his brain."
Phantom’s lips part. “Swiss…” he swallows around the lump of self consciousness. “I…” “I know, you haven’t really had time to practice…” the multi ghouls murmurs, his fingers still making work of Dew’s cunt.
"You are doing so so so good for him, for all of us. It's okay, there's nothing you can do that aftercare won't fix." Distantly, Phantom's pretty sure he's lying. One wayward lance of magika and Dew is all but lobotomized. But despite that, Swiss sounds so sure of himself that he could say that their Unholy Father wasn't real and Phantom'd believe it. Right now, the glimmering in his eyes is the North Star, and it's all Phantom has to guide himself by.
"I'm just-" what does he say? Nervous? Worried he's going to ruin this and ruin the dynamic forever? Afraid that he's broken some part of all of them that he'll never repair? Fucking terrified that he's a half assed replacement for someone they all loved? In his spiral, Swiss has gone back between Dew's thighs to pull little mewls out of the fire ghoul in his lap. But he's not all that far away, as the connection between them sparks to life.
You're thinking so loud I can hear it, bug. Literally.
Dew groans softly, and his thoughts join in, although sounding like there is a bad internet connection. Tommy can't control it, fuck …
Phantom squirms uncomfortably, trying to wrangle his powers in check and stop his psyche from leaking out his ears and into his packmate's heads. It really doesn't work, and Phantom can feel that he's losing the battle against Dew's blaze. That is, until Swiss reaches up and squeezes Phantom's knee, an awkward move that he can be forgiven for given his position between Dew's legs.
We got you, bug. Don't work yourself up. Swiss' low voice comes like a spring breeze, and then Dew's right after like the first shock of sun after a too long winter.
Feels so good, doing good. Dew's slur is a little less polished but no less powerful as the belief and support from them both rocks through him. The inability to reign in his unknown magika is something Phantom tries to hide, but to let loose the mediocre control he has to have Dew this pliant, this… Almost pious, in a way. He has the doe eyed look that Phantom only ever notices at Black Mass, eyes cast down in prayer, tawny, glamoured eyelashes framing his perfect face. Phantom feels wholly unworthy of the worship, but Dew keeps pulling him in, asking for more. Who is he to refuse? Swiss works his own brand of magic, moaning around Dews's dick as it kicks against his tongue. Phantom almost misses it, the way his eyes shift to an icy blue, veined with pale grey. He pulls back, leaving Dew whimpering as he cups his hand over Dew's clit.
"Gonna make it nice and big, baby, just like you like. You want us to fuck you, don't you?" Dew whimpers while Phantom's own clit throbs away between his legs, so hard he figures everyone can just about hear it. Swiss had only used his powers once as a sort of magical clit pump, but it was one of the most incredible things Phantom had ever felt. Dew moans softly, almost watching from outside of his body. The world smells of chamomile and ozone, the tastes of lavender and champagne and the barest hint of cherry blossom. The only sensations are Phantom’s magika in his brain and Swiss’ fingers buried inside of him.
When Swiss finishes his ministrations, Dew's clit stands proud and thick, the faintest swell of a knot at the base struggling for touch and acknowledgement. It's one of the most breathtaking things Phantom's ever seen, not even taking into account the way he aches at the thought of similar treatment. Swiss gets his mouth back in place, suckling tenderly as a hand comes down to cup himself. Dew gasps, tears brimming at the edge of his lashes even though each of his reactions is softened with the quintessence coursing through him. Phantom soothes him, thumb stroking at Dew's jaw tenderly until his eyes flicker up and Phantom can see that pretty little ring of amethyst to his irises. It looks stable, unlike the last few times he's done this, and it swells him with probably unwarranted pride. Swiss pulls off with a dramatic groan and a pornstar pop.
"Hell, I have got to get these fucking clothes off." He slides away to a little whine from Dew and a chuckle from Phantom.
"I dunno why you were so overdressed, switchblade."
“I didn’t expect Dew to pounce on me the minute after a show,” Swiss counters, a lie if anyone has ever heard one. Dew is always the first to want to work off the adrenaline of a show. Swiss feels the tendrils of Phantom’s uncontrolled element snaking it’s way through his veins as they make eye contact again, and Dew flickers his wide eyes to watch. Swiss' eyes droop a little, and he slides his shirt off robotically, eyes dancing with a little ring of amethyst. He's sure in a moment the tyrian purple of Swiss' magic will take over, earn his control back, but for now Swiss just relents to the lack of control and gets naked with a languid pace. Phantom feels like he's flying, grasp on both his ghouls steady and strong. They're both his, both under his spell, and for the first time since joining the pack he feels powerful. Which of course, means it's destined not to last. Just as soon as Swiss has kicked his joggers aside, thick little clit standing proud after the attention, Phantom feels his control of both of them slip away like the snap of a rubber band. It rebounds back into his head, causing a lancing pain just behind the eyes that makes him wince back and collapse into the pillows. He lost them both, and Dew shudders and Swiss’ lips quirk in a concerned smile.
“Alright, starburst?”
"I, um, I-" Phantom stammers, making Dew shake off the fog and sit up swiftly. It's impressive how well he's able to clear the arousal from his mind when Phantom's in distress.
"Woah, hey, do we need to stop?" Dew asks gently, laying a hand on Phantom's ankle, rubbing his calf. Phantom's eyes go blurry as both his mates crowd closer, backing off when they notice how his chest is fluttering hummingbird-quick.
“No,” Phantom shakes his head, licking his lips. “No, I lost focus. You both look too good.” Swiss cups Phantom’s jaw gently, searching through him in the familiar way a clunky quintessence user can only do. The moment slows down like they've had honey poured on the clock, and Phantom feels Swiss' psyche curl around his own like a cat protecting his kits.
You're okay, Tommy. Don't push yourself, we love you just the way you are. I know it's crazy tough to get control without touch, I'm so proud of you. Swiss' words press into his head all at once, and it's like he has to rearrange a puzzle to put the sentences together. Dew scoots a little closer to nuzzle into the curve of Phantom's neck, scenting deeply and rubbing his own pheromones over Phantom.The spark hadn’t dimmed in Phantom’s loss of control, but Dew’s action makes it roar furiously. Ghoul of gasoline. They both crush in and smother him in kisses, which should probably be too much considering his delicate state, but instead a peal of laughter bubbles out of Phantom's chest. His tail still tingles with the anxiety, but that's okay. He'll be okay, he'll be just fine with his boys at his side.
"That's what I like to hear." Dew purrs low, slipping down to mouth hungrily at Phantom's stomach, kissing the softness there. Swiss grins and fists his hand in Dew's hair, nails scraping his scalp and getting a deep purr from the little ghoul. Straight back into it, as the bubbles of carbonation dance across Phantom’s skin as Swiss presses more magika into Dew, whose lovely little dick bounces in joy. He's so hard, and as he reaches to finally free Phantom from his boxers, Dew starts rutting into the sheets, ready to rub himself raw just to cum. That doesn't last long, though, because it's Swiss' turn with the reins, and years of practice earn him immediate control with his magika. Swiss' own eyes flash purple and blue, just as Dew slams his head into the bed with a groan.
"Ah, ah, you are not cumming all over the sheets like that. Tommy isn't even ready to fuck you." Swiss chides, although everyone knows Dew could have a few orgasms wrung out of him if everyone were less exhausted after ritual. “No, no,” Swiss tuts. “I think I need to watch you frot against him, hm? Soak that lovely clit before you get anywhere else.” The words hit Phantom harder than they do Dew. The air is wrenched from his lungs, and he feels like a fish out of water.
“Swiss—“
Phantom strips without instruction, and even without Swiss' assistance he's hard as a rock, clit throbbing with each heavy pound of his heart. It only gets more treacherous when Swiss comes over and works his magika, water and air working together to manipulate the very blood in Phantom's veins, and the air around his tender clit. He's got a proper little cock at the end of all this, begging for touch and ready to pop his knot into the first thing that takes him. Dew’s lips part in hunger, Phantom’s fat clit bobbing as the quintessence ghoul moves towards where Swiss had vacated.
“Oh fuck,” he moans softly. He pulls Dew into his lap, pulling the lithe ghoul ever closer until their bodies are almost one. Their cocks kiss slightly, earning loud gasps from the two of them, and a low purr from where Swiss watches, a finger idly stroking his own length. "Feels so good, switchblade." Phantom gasps, tucking into the curve of Dew's neck, where bonfire and salt spray meet. "So good, spitfire." Dew moans, an incoherent noise that sends lightning down Phantom's spine, hips rutting mindlessly.
“Ah, these nicknames can get cumbersome,” Swiss says, moving to kneel behind Dew, hands now moving to his hips. The haze of purple returns to his eyes.
"A little, but I love the way your eyes light up when I say it." Phantom admits, suddenly a little shy at using a bold little word like love. But Swiss doesn't blink, not really, just takes it in stride and reaches to ruffle Phantom's hair, mussing up the shock of white.
"Aw, and I like how cute and small you get when you admit you love us." Swiss grins, brushing the waterfall curtain of Dew's hair aside to lave kisses all across the slim plane of his shoulders, where he bears scars from the pit, and tattoos to try and reclaim the hurt. Dew flickers his sleepy eyes up towards Phantom, piercing him as he rolls his hips absently and lazily flicks his tail along the inside of Swiss' thigh. It's almost where he wants it, and Swiss pumps a little more quintessence into Dew to purge all thoughts of being a teasing little shit. Dew, somehow, resists. It's definitely because Phantom isn't playing along right now, but Swiss can get what he wants. He always does.
"I do love you," Phantom responds idly, causing both of the other ghouls to stop moving.
"T-Tommy?" Dew says, voice thick like honey but no less full of softness. Swiss has gone completely still, ignorant to the way Dew's tail continues to creep along his thigh. Phantom goes to pull Dew closer, frot against him like asked before he realizes his packmates have stilled.
"What, did I say something wrong?" He asks innocently, and it is fully innocent.
“No,” Swiss murmurs, breath featherlight. “No, no Tommy. You said the right thing.”
“You haven’t said it yet,” Dew grinds up, and Phantom chokes.
"Oh." Phantom flushes dark purple, rutting tenderly against Dew while Swiss presses into Dew to make a perfect fire ghoul sandwich.
"We love you so much, whole pack does. We loved you the moment we saw you, starling." Swiss pulls Phantom close to press their lips together, and push a mite of his own quintessence into Phantom. He'll submit and have Dew a puddle yet.
"Yeah..?" Phantom blinks the hit of quintessence away, but he's still responding slowly as Swiss grips Dew's hip and sinks his teeth into Dew's neck. He gets the strongest hit of quintosis through the blood, though Swiss is usually careful to barely prick the skin. It's not a mating bite, quite the opposite. Dew arches his body, his hips grinding against Phantom’s, their slick cocks flickering against each other. A small bead of ebony blood dribbles along his lavender painted collarbone. Swiss laps it up just as soon as it beads up, soothing the bite with little kitten licks until the blood clots and he can focus his attention elsewhere. And focus he does, biting all over Dew's neck and collarbone, teeth raking and leaving hot raised marks that seem to emanate the fire within Dew.
"Get your hold on him, Tommy, he's yours." Swiss murmurs, eyes dark and heavy with want. Phantom shakes the nerves off best he can and focuses on the wildfire again, finding Swiss' magic there bolstering the power of his own. They twirl together in the expanse of Dew's magika, frolicking around like two dogs let loose in a field. "Fuck, there he goes. Go on droplet, get nice and wet so I can fuck you into the mattress." Swiss growls, making Phantom throb against the heat of his mate.Dew's body is hot and slack, and it's obvious most of his movements are coming from Swiss making his hips rock forward. Phantom's swollen clit twitches again, ready to sink into someone, something .
"Swiss..." Phantom's voice is high, reedy. Blood is pounding in his ears, and all he can smell and taste is Dew's slick, his infernal ichor, and Swiss' beautiful scents. Quintessence magika tangles like broken trees in a flood inside of the fire ghoul's body, and power is infinite.
"Yeah, I think it's time." Swiss says lowly, gripping Dew's hips with razor sharp nails and a bruising grip. In one swift, elegant motion, he pulls both of them back until Dew is prostrate on his knees, ass butting up into Swiss' hips. Phantom keeps a hand on Dew the whole time, pushing thoughts of compliance, of submission, of obedience into the web of his thoughts.
" Mmnfgh... " Dew moans, face pressed into the sheets while a small patch of drool forms. He's wet in all the right ways, and Phantom's head swims when a lone drop of ichor hits the stark white sheets.
"Get his mouth on you, baby bat." Swiss orders, a dark tinge to his voice that leaves no room for argument. Phantom shifts forward, leaving the nest of pillows to grab Dew under the chin and pull him up, eyes heavy with want as they meet Phantom's.
"You heard him." Dew looks down at Phantom’s fat little cock like it will solve all of his issues, save his life and bring him to absolution in the ever present gaze of Asmodeus.
“Yes, my saint…” Dew’s voice is blissed out, and he dives down to take Phantom, body and soul. A moan rips out of Phantom's throat, and he almost completely loses his hold on Dew's mind. It's indulgent, sensual, and oh so fucking good when Dew swallows him down. His nose brushes against the thicket of hair, black curls mottled with white in a way Phantom always used to be a little self conscious of until he joined this pack.
"Saints of Hell, Tommy, you've got him so good. He only ever got this pious for Aeth." Swiss says, a sad little smile on his face. Aether was only a phone call away, but only didn't begin to encompass the shoes he had to fill.
"Learned from the best." Is all Phantom can manage without letting his thoughts get the best of him, and instead choosing to sink his hand into the soft waterfall of Dew's hair. Dew moans softly around Phantom’s length, the heat and suction from his mouth intermingled with Swiss’ magika keeping him plump and thick. Phantom’s eyes flutter closed for a moment, the threads of quintessence he controls leaving marks along the fire ghouls flesh, the wild and untrained beast he houses. Purple, spidery veins form their way along Dew's skin, emanating from wherever Phantom's fingers press into his ashy skin. Dew's deft tongue works insistently, lapping up every drop of slick like it's unholy communion, like infernal sustenance. It snakes around the small knot at the base of his dick, adding firm pressure that almost has Phantom coming apart right then and there, and losing control on Dew. He feels the fire push back, feels their magika rut against each other like a creature who's thirst for blood has yet to be slaked. It's only until Swiss reaches forward and tangles his fingers with Phantom's, pressing deeper into Dew's hot cunt, that Phantom can get the reins on his quintessence.
"I got you, Ant." Swiss whispers, tail sliding up along Dew's side to rest on Phantom's flank. Phantom doesn’t know who is controlling who, not anymore. He wants to fuck Dew’s mouth, he wants Dew to devour him whole, he wants Swiss to turn off his brain and drink the mush that has replaced it. He could recite prayer, like the daily devotions given to the Unholy Ones. He could cum and ruin it all. “You should be using your mouth, bug.”
Before Phantom can think, can respond to the hot words breathed in his direction, Swiss' tongue is sliding against his. He tastes sweet, like heat-ripened stone fruit, thick and syrupy on Phantom's tongue. Dew wails between them, noises muffled by slick folds and shaking thighs. Swiss gives him room to breathe, lips trailing down to lick and bite at the sweat soaked plane of his neck, replacing the hot air of the hotel room with an even hotter tongue. "Oh, Saints..." Phantom groans, head pounding with the arousal and pheromones swirling around him.
“Hey, little bonfire,” Swiss murmurs lovingly, and the shiver Dew responds with shows Phantom a history to be revealed. “Let him get beneath you. You should eat each other out.” A moan punches its way out of Phantom's chest, so violent that it makes his hips jump away from Dew's hungry mouth as he almost collapses.
"Yes, yes my saint..." Dew breathes, pushing up shakily to give limber little Phantom room to slide under him. He settles down just between Swiss' thighs, surrounded and appreciative of his soft, charcoal thighs, so unmarred and unbitten. Perhaps that will change. He feels the brush of Dew's hair along his inner thigh and he's right back to work, sucking messily and moaning against hot flesh. From this angle, he can also happily lick along Swiss’ fat little clit where it nestles between Dew’s cunt, soaking and hot. The movement he makes brings Swiss’ deft fingers straight into his dark curls.
“Fuck, moonshine, that tongue…” Phantom hums pleasurably, mouth too otherwise occupied to do anything more. The moan ripples along his packmates where they're joined, flat, hot tongue lapping broadly over Dew's entrance and the underside of Swiss' cock. Dew whimpers against Phantom's clit, legs shaking around his shoulders. He might just have to deal with the overstimulation if he's already that close, and it seems Swiss has the same idea. He digs his fingers into Dew's hips bruisingly hard and Phantom smells the crackle of ozone. "No you don't." Swiss warns, and whatever orgasm Dew was racing towards is blocked by an impenetrable dam of quintessence. "You'll be good and let us finish in your pretty body first." Dew bucks against the pressure, but Phantom reaches to tug harshly at the dangling jewelry threaded through his nipples, and sends a wave of his own to make Dew obey.
Dew slumps almost like a deadweight, his mouth falling from its job at working at Phantom’s cunt, making Phantom tug harder. “Ant…” Dew slurs, sluggish and completely fucked out.
Phantom growls low, mouth focusing punishingly on Dew's wagging cock, throbbing with each beat of his infernal heart. He suckles lightly, tongue flickering sweet as a contrast to the brutal suction. Swiss starts up the movement of his hips again, slow motion making Dew rock against Phantom's sweaty thigh. "C'mon, Dewy, we want to let you cum. Make sure you keep that pretty mouth working."
Dew cries out softly, a pathetic noise that Phantom wants to play on repeat for the good of his cock. Fuck . He probably won't be made to suffer much longer, if the way Phantom can hear the rush of blood in his own ears is any indication, pointed tips burning hot with aroused flush. He mewls, and it's a piteously wet noise that it shouldn't be the surprise that it is that Phantom feels the cool kiss of tears on his thigh, smeared with each thrust of Swiss' perfect hips.
"Can't..." He whines, and Swiss gives a punishing thrust and a firm squeeze of his hips.
"Oh, I know you can. Give him what he needs, Ant." Swiss demands, and there's no hint of quintessence that guides his obedience, just the infernal power of Swiss' words. Phantom brings his lanky arms up around what of Dew's torso he can, palms flat and broad as he pushes one firm directive into Dew's over-fucked mind. Obey.
Dew’s thigh muscles quiver around Phantom’s head, and Phantom adds more suction to Dew’s bouncing clit, already fat and shining with spit and slick. The slide of Swiss’ cock against those velvety, wet folds and the peak of Phantom’s lips may break the quintessence ghoul in ways he could never repair.
Swiss' pace slowly becomes punishing, desperate and it fully thrusts Dew's mouth away from Phantom's dick. He's more than alright with that; it gives his jaw a break and him a feast for the eyes, Swiss' tail coming to replace the friction of Phantom's tongue as he fucks into Dew.
"Almost there, Dewbug." Swiss grunts, tangling a hand in the tangle of Dew's hair and pushing his face into the mattress between Phantom's knees. "Just fuckin' take me baby, and then you're gonna suck on Daddy's cock right there and make him cum too." He growls, low and dangerous, and it takes Phantom a desperately long time to realize — oh. He's Daddy.
“Swi- ss —“ Dew moans, his voice a scratchy mess of its former glory, his tail limp by his thighs. Everything is hot, sulphuric and the chains of the Saints bind him to the bed. Swiss buries with a soft slap of skin to skin.
“Don’t praise me, praise Mephistopheles for giving you your Daddy’s fu cking body —“
Dew's clammy hand latches onto Phantom's mottled thigh, desperate for purchase and sanity as he gurgles out a soft, almost pained Daddy. Phantom's head swims with the fact that despite the title, Swiss is still the one with all the power. Swims with the praise of being seen as something crafted by their own pantheon. "Good, good boy. You gonna take me, be good for me and Daddy?" Swiss soothes, and the room crackles with ozone as Phantom notices Swiss' thighs shake. "Fuck, baby, got me so close."
“In.. In…” Dew gasps, claws biting into the plush skin, ichor and ebony bubbling below the peak of them. Phantom chokes.
"Yeah, baby, gonna cum in you." Swiss grunts out, hips stilling as he does just that. His cunt leaks as he cums with a shout, and Phantom can't help but to lap up the sweet slick as Swiss pulses with the orgasm. He tastes divine, ironically, sweet and musky and hot from arousal. "Go on, baby, Daddy's waiting for that hot mouth." He pants, and Phantom is truly in awe that he can even still fucking talk.
Dew is sobbing, off somewhere in the distance of Phantom’s clarity, and the sinful heat of the fire ghoul swallows him whole. Every lap of the tongue is a man in repentance, taking the last few sips from the Holy Grail, seeking salvation.
“Fuck, angel—“ Phantom bites out as Swiss pulls away from Dew’s cunt and forces Phantom’s mouth back to work. He then takes his well earned rest, flopping to the side and watching the pair eat each other out while his tail slaps lazily on the mattress. A hand comes up to brush along the knobs of Dew's spine, fingers punishingly sweet against the base of his tail.
"Doing so good for Daddy." He purrs, getting slick-muffled moans from the both of them. Hells, Phantom never thought he'd get the kind of honor that seemed to be reserved for the actual caring dominants of the pack; Aether comes to mind immediately. And yet there he was, mewling with the best of them while Swiss shoved him into the limelight. It was enough to make his head swim without quintessence– making him positively stupid.
Dew’s work is getting sloppy, Phantom notices and he knows the little ghoul well enough to know he’s going to break. His entire frame is overtaken by shakes, and he just has to twist the knife deep. “Cum for daddy, baby.” The words barely make it out, but they hang in the air like summoning runes.
Swiss groans, possibly because Phantom's taking the reins and contradicting an order from on high. He won't flatter his own ego to think that. He doesn't have the time to think, not really, not when Dew is cumming hot and sweet on his tongue, little knot begging for suction and heat. Truly, how can Phantom resist? He gives Dew what he begs for, lips tight around the swell of Dew's knot, clit pulsing heady and wet as he cums. Sharp claws scrape up Phantom's shin, and the bite of pain doesn't even register to his fucked out brain.
The little ghoul’s unearthly hot breath coasts over the slick, plump flesh of Phantom’s cunt and soaking cock, and he loses his last shred of control on his quintessence. It only takes a couple kitten licks, and Phantom is coming with a scream, kneading Dew's ass with a fervency he didn't know he had in him. He wants to devour Dew, drink him in and crawl in his chest and make a home, wants to taste his slick and his spit and his cum forever. He doesn't ever want to lose this, and when he holds the bird-fragile bones of Dew's hips, he reckons he will never lose it. When he finally comes down from the devastating orgasm, Dew is there, kissing his thighs tenderly.
Swiss is shaking softly next to them, working his way through a second orgasm at Phantom’s loss of control, at Dew’s words. His vision shimmers and he purrs in delight when Phantom groans, accepting Dew into waiting —if sweaty— arms.
"Fuck, you two are gunna kill me." Phantom whines, draping a hand over his eyes as the words pulse behind his sockets. Dew folded for him like wet paper, each spark of quintessence barely needed to get him to obey. And Saints, Swiss talking all big, getting Dew to call him a name he barely earned. He's not really dominant by any means, and if anything he should have been the one saying it to Dew but.. well, maybe he'll ask the experts for advice when he gets back to the Abbey
"Don't die," Dew mumbles from above Phantom's head, a waft of salted caramel joining the fray as Swiss crumbles in next to them. "You just told us you love us. And I love you too much for you to be gone." Phantom squirms and flushes deep, whining petulantly as he wriggles. He feels painfully unworthy of this kind of love and affection, and he wears it plain as day on his face. “Stop it, Ant." Dew flicks Phantom square in the forehead, making him wince. "You aren't getting away from the fact that we loooooove you." He puts a lot of emphasis on the love , which makes a weird, sticky shame burn in Phantom's chest.
"Yeah, and it's not just Dewbug here either." Swiss adds onto the sweaty cuddle pile, getting a wheeze from the thinner ghouls below him. "I love you a lot, Tommy."
"Shuddup..." Phantom grumbles at them both, the uncomfortable feeling both dissipating and evolving at the same time. This has to be his weirdest comedown yet since transfering to the abbey.
"Never. How could we brag about how much we love you if we can't talk?" Swiss says with a toothy grin, strong fingers stroking over the planes of Phantom's arm, the way his dusky skin clings to obsidian muscle.
"Well, I don't know why you guys love me so much. Barely been around to earn it." He frees his other arm from where Dew has it pinned to rub self consciously at his nose. He really doesn't understand why he's liked so much, doesn't know why they all pay so much attention to him, when before he was just something to be ignored. He wasn't special. Hell, they had to transform him into something special, only to be taken from that pack, that life...
"Because I see me in you," Dew murmurs softly, the fire ghoul's normal rasp slowly coming back as the wildfire of quintessence relinquishes its hold.
The words hang in the air for a long while, unspeakable connections weaving between the three of them like the Fates knitting their lives together. They're all something a bit different, changed or combined in ways no one understood, least of all themselves. And that was okay, really good even, when they all got to do it together.
"Besides, you have no idea how nice it is to have an imperfect quintessence ghoul around here." Swiss jokes, which gets him playful slaps from all parties, which devolves into slow kisses and strokes along sensitive sides. It devolves ever further until they're all cuddled underneath the bedsheets. They'll fight over the shower tomorrow morning, and Dew will call seniority to make Phantom shower on the bus.
The usual, and frankly, Phantom wouldn't have it any other way.