Gyftmas event 2024

It had been a long day. Axe could feel the ache of it in his bones. Since he’d found the multiverse his life had generally gotten better, but some scars would never heal. His skull would always hurt the worst, but after spending the better part of today doing recon his spine and knees were chiming in with their own loud protests. The small chips and hairline stress fractures that had accumulated over the years back in his Underground were impossible to heal at this point, and he just had to hope that he would still be able to move tomorrow.

What he needed right now was a good nap. If he could actually manage to fall asleep, then the pain would hopefully ease up enough for him to sit upright tomorrow. Maybe he could even use some of the luxurious products Nightmare seemed to magically keep stocked in every bathroom for a nice hot bath.

Nap, then soak, then go hunting for a midnight snack. A perfect plan.

Axe opened the door to his room, and blinked. A familiar white coat hung from the door handle of his closet, and a figure was curled up in his sheets.

He closed the door and locked it, turning back around as Cross sat up. The sheets were half falling off of him, revealing part of his ribcage. The pearly white bones gleamed, illuminated only by a sliver of Cross’ magic.

“Hey, back already?” Cross stretched both arms above his head, letting the blankets fall down further.

“Why’re you here?” Axe asked, fighting a sigh. He wasn’t trying to be a dick, but there was a reason he’d gone to his room instead of staying with the others.

“Your blankets are thicker.” Cross fumbled with them slightly as he spoke, disentangling himself completely. He was only wearing a pair of shorts, and at another time Axe might have appreciated the view.

“Could wear warmer clothes,” Axe muttered, sitting down on the bed with his back facing Cross.

Instead of taking the hint, Cross moved closer to Axe and put one hand on his scapula. “What’s wrong?”

“Tired. Need a nap.” Axe shrugged his hand off, scooting to the edge of the bed. He just wanted to lie down and stop talking.

The bedsheets shifted, and when Axe glanced back, he saw Cross had scooted to sit on the side of the bed. He flipped the blanket off and patted it, looking up at Axe.

“Let me help you relax.”

Axe hesitated for a moment, but he knew it would be better if he let Cross work. He didn’t have the energy to try and stretch himself, but if his bones got a bit of attention then he would feel better later. He took off his shirt and hoodie, dropping them on the floor next to the bed.

He climbed on, turning away from Cross so he wouldn’t see the wince on his face. He laid on his side, leaving the crack on his skull facing the ceiling. It still didn’t quite feel right to leave it so exposed, but he knew it would only hurt more if that part of his skull was pressed against the pillow.

Cross’ bones were alive with magic, and pleasantly warm against Axe’s skull. He pressed into Axe’s skull on both sides, slowly running his phalanges back and forth.

After a few seconds, he finally understood why Cross was so insistent on sticking around. Cross’ hands were trembling, and his magic was sparking slightly. There was no harmful intent, but it left a slight tingling feeling behind.

Whenever he had LV issues, Cross tended to hole himself up in one of their rooms and stick close. He’d never explained why, and Axe knew better than to ask. The more important part was that it worked.

Still, he reached up and covered one of Cross’ hands with his own. “You okay?”

Cross’ eyelights flickered, but he didn’t look upset. “Yeah, this is fine.”

Axe nodded slightly, then relaxed. Aside from the gentle rasp of bone on bone, a comfortable silence filled the room. Cross was careful, pressing firmly enough for it to feel good and moving slowly and deliberately so he didn’t jostle Axe too much. It had been a while since they’d spent time together like this, and it was nice to just exist in the same room as him without needing to do anything.

As that magical touch moved down to his cervical vertebrae, Axe tilted his head back. He could feel himself drifting off, but there was no need to stay up. Cross would keep him company until he woke up again…

The door opened. Axe’s eyelight popped back up, and his bones ached in protest as he jolted up. With a quick gesture, a couple of twisted, sharp bones appeared in front of him. He jerked away as someone grabbed his sleeve from behind, then finally realized who was standing in front of him.

He dropped his arm, and Cross let go of his sleeve. Nightmare stood in the doorway. He hadn’t even flinched at the almost-attack. The ass just grinned as Axe tried to calm himself.

“I thought I might find you here.” He stepped into the room, with Killer following just after him.

Axe shifted slightly, trying to find a more comfortable position. “What do you want?”

Nightmare stepped closer to him, his eyelight boring into him. “What’s wrong with you?”

“Back’s killing me after today.” Axe blinked as he felt Cross touch his back again, and when he scooted closer Axe finally understood what he was after. He slowly leaned into Cross, letting his back rest on his chest. Cross wrapped his arms around his lower ribcage, finally taking some of the weight off of his spine.

“Any other complaints?” Nightmare asked, looking between the two of them.

Axe didn’t bother answering. Nightmare knew about all of his other issues, and he’d seen Axe’s body enough times to know where the worst chips and scars were.

“I’m fine,” Cross muttered, pressing closer as if Axe could hide him from scrutiny.

Axe wasn’t going to let him get away with that. If he was going to get some unsolicited pampering, then they were both going down together. “His LV’s acting up. Dunno if anything else is wrong.”

Nightmare stepped closer. Two of his tentacles reached out and curled around Axe’s legs, while a third came up to support his back, slipping between him and Cross. They left a thin film of tar behind, but Axe had long since grown used to the feeling.

Killer popped up on the bed next to Axe, grabbing Cross. Cross let go of Axe and let himself be pulled into Killer’s lap. He tensed when Killer touched his scar, but quickly relaxed when Axe put one hand on his knee.

Axe groaned as he felt two more tentacles wrap around his body, beginning to rub his spine. Nightmare didn’t climb on the bed yet, but he moved close enough to hold the undamaged side of Axe’s skull. Axe wasn’t going to question a gift. He relaxed, letting Nightmare massage him however he wanted.

Killer continued working on Cross, kissing his scar a couple of times and then moving down to Cross’ neck. He ran his hands over Cross’ ribs, and grinned smugly as Cross shivered. “Feels good?”

“Shut up,” Cross muttered, tilting his head to the side so Killer could focus on his neck even more. Even as he squirmed, he didn’t move enough to shake Axe’s hand off of him.

All of this was much softer than what they normally did, but Axe wasn’t going to complain. It was nice to be touched and held like he was something special. Even if his pain didn’t vanish completely, the gentle, persistent rubbing made it feel a lot better.

Axe let himself relax again. He wasn’t in between sleep and wakefulness any more, but it did feel like he was floating. He groaned when Nightmare touched his knees, shuddering as the tentacles began to rub him there too. Damn, he could get used to this kind of service. Judging by the noises Cross was making, he was enjoying it just as much.

When the door opened again, Axe didn’t even flinch. He blinked, saw it was Dust, and let his eyelight flicker out again.

His bed here was big, but not that huge. Nightmare pulled Axe up to the head of the bed, and he finally let go of Cross’ knee. Dust climbed on to the foot of the bed, and Axe heard the soft click of a kiss before Dust wiggled over so he was in between them.

He hadn’t even noticed that his hip was hurting until Dust began touching it. He hissed and flinched, but Nightmare’s tentacles kept him from moving away. Dust lightened up, and Nightmare’s hand came to Axe’s other hip, mirroring his movements. Axe tensed up a bit, but that didn’t stop them. They continued to work him over, pulling down his shorts slightly to expose more of his hips.

“Just take ‘em off,” Axe said, lifting his hips up slightly. He had been naked in front of all of them before; he didn’t have anything to hide.

Nightmare helped maneuver Axe into a good position, and Dust pulled his shorts off. Axe relaxed again as they put him down on the bed, groaning softly as they went back to rubbing his hips.

Now that his pain was better, Axe was starting to feel something else from their touches. As one of Nightmare’s tentacles curled around his lower rib and traced along the inside of it, he could tell that they were just as interested. Axe spread his legs, letting his eyelight come back to life. Nightmare still loomed over him, but his gaze was focused elsewhere.

Cross’ ecto had formed, covering everything from his chest down to his knees. The soft glow of his magic was the brightest light in the room. His shorts were still on, and one of Nightmare’s tentacles was rubbing the bulge on the front of them. Killer nibbled at his neck, running his hands over Cross’ ecto just as gently as he had over his sensitive bones. As Axe watched, Dust leaned in and kissed Cross, using plenty of tongue. He ran his hand up his thigh, pulling the shorts a bit higher and squeezing it appreciatively.

Axe focused on his own magic for a moment. It still took a bit of concentration to form his dick, but the magic pooling in his pelvis looked less anemic than it once had. Axe grunted once it was fully formed, leaning back. He hissed as Nightmare reached out and wrapped one hand around his dick. The tar dripping from his hand was slippery, coating his fingers and dripping down onto the sensitive bones of his pelvis. Axe groaned and rocked his hips up, looking back up at Cross.

Cross looked even more lost than he was. His eyelight was wide and hazy, and his bones rattled slightly as he trembled in pleasure. Dust and Cross finally helped him take his shorts off, and Axe’s mouth watered at the sight.

The others all moved, with Nightmare pushing Axe a bit lower on the bed and making himself comfortable behind him. Dust and Killer lifted Cross and placed him down in Axe’s lap. He was straddling Axe’s hips, but the hands on him kept any weight from pressing down on Axe. Nightmare moved his hand and Cross rocked his hips, grinding into him eagerly.

A tentacle wrapped around both of their dicks, pressing them together. Nightmare began to play with Axe’s clavicles, and Dust had switched to touching Cross more. Killer kissed him, and Axe eagerly kissed back. Cross began to touch his ribcage, sliding his fingers into the gaps and massaging everywhere he could.

From there, things began to get hazy. Everything felt so good, and aside from Nightmare’s tentacles, the hands and mouths on him kept changing. The heat of Cross’ body felt so good, and the way he moaned when Axe began to rock his hips up too made him shudder. He put one hand on Cross’ thigh and dug his phalanges in, holding on for the ride.

Something wrapped around his other hand. When Axe looked down, he realized that a few of Error’s threads coiled around his fingers, rubbing his knuckles as they squeezed his hand gently.

He glanced to the side and found Error sitting on a chair. His knees were closed, but he watched them with interest. His face flushed when he noticed Axe looking, and he pointedly looked at Cross.

Threads wrapped loosely around Cross’ chest, crossing over each other and squeezing his ecto. Each of his arms wrapped around Dust and Killer’s shoulders, showing off his body even more.

Axe couldn’t have lasted even if he’d wanted to try and hold back. After a few more thrusts he came hard, holding on to Cross as he rode him through it. Cross squeezed Axe’s ribs, the touch just shy of being overstimulating. Right as he was about to tap out, Cross finished too. He added to the mess covering Axe’s lower spine and pelvis, whining sweetly as Killer and Dust continued touching him.

Cross finally tapped out, panting heavily as Dust and Killer helped him off of his dick. Axe reached out and rubbed Cross’ hip, squeezing it gently. Cross grabbed his hand back, squeezing it and giving him a faint, tired smile.

Axe winked and laid down fully again. He was out of breath and exhausted again, but this time he was much more relaxed. His eyelight faded, and drifted off slightly, ignoring the chatter around him.

He woke up a bit when he felt wet cloth, but didn’t try to look around. Someone began wiping him clean, carefully getting as much of the tar off of his bones as they could without a proper bath.

I'll be honest, I am still gonna release that fic idea. However, it's not gonna be a gift. I'm still gonna dedicate the fic to Hammie, but still. Oh, and here's a sketch.