Preaching Sacred Blasphemy

Dew is an attractive little thing, the perfect picture of lust and sin, and he and Aether have spent plenty of time in bed together. Until now, Aether has never said no to helping Dew work off some of those frustrations in bed. And usually, after a long night of rough sex and many, many orgasms, Dew's piss-poor attitude will go back to bearable.

It only gets worse now that they're out on tour, though. Less time to themselves to work out their aggressions. Day after day Dew's shitty attitude gets worse. He's crabby day and night, huffing and sighing at his best, full on cursing and shouting and throwing shit around the bus at his worst.

Aether isn't even spared Dew's ire while they're onstage.

That night, their usual playful back and forth guitar battle has devolved into Dew shoving him around in earnest. Pushing him up to the front of the stage for his part of the solo. It's an angry push too, nothing lighthearted or playful about it. Dew may be small, but he 's still strong enough. So when he shoves him again with both hands, he does it so hard a jolt of pain shoots up his shoulder like a lightning bolt. Aether grits his teeth and plays it up for the crowd, but just below the surface, he's seething.

He's been nothing but patient with that little shithead for the past few days while his mood grew more and more rotten. As Aether follows Dew's lead into the start of the next song he thinks to himself, if he keeps this up, I'm gonna give him a real reason to get fucking mad, so help me Lucifer.

By the time they go in for bows, Aether is properly pissed. Dew rarely makes mistakes, but tonight, Aether could swear he was doing it on purpose. Coming in too early or too late, throwing Aether off every chance he got. Throwing the whole bandoff. And then he'd have the audacity to to glare back at Aether like it was all his fault.

Aether is handing his mask off to the stage crew when Dew shoves his way past them, jabbing him square in the gut with a bony elbow as he pushes his way backstage.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Aether calls after him, so pissed he's starting to see red.

Dew doesn't even bother to turn around to answer, just continues stalking down the hall, throwing up a middle finger over his shoulder as he heads towards the venue's shower rooms.

"The fuck is his problem lately?" Swiss asks, coming up to stand beside Aether with his arms crossed across his chest. "Watched him give you shit all night long," he adds. "Worse than usual, even."

"No idea," Aether answers, realizing that both his fists are clenched. He feels the tips of his claws pricking the inside of his palms. He's still seething, frankly. "Fucking done with his shit though, that's for sure."

Swiss just shakes his head. "Vibes are absolutely rancid around here. Everyone's getting tired of it." He gestures with a nod of his chin towards Dew's retreating figure, growing smaller as he stomps down the long hallway.

Dew slams the shower room door so hard the sound echoes all the way back to where they're standing. Swiss' frown deepens.

Aether starts after him with a growl. He calls over his shoulder at Swiss, "If we're late for the bus tonight, tell the Cardinal it's for a good fucking reason."

When he gets there, Aether's shit is all over the floor of the shower room, like Dew had slapped it all off of the counter on his way in for good measure. He's trying to get him to snap, that much was obvious.

Well then, Aether is all too happy to give him what he wants.

There are at least four other empty shower stalls, but still, Aether locks the main room door with a click. He doesn't even know what he plans to do - maybe they'll shout at each other, cuss each other out and get into a proper fight. Maybe they'll do all of that and finally fuck. All Aether knows, is something's gotta give. Right now.

"Get the fuck out!" Dew shouts from behind the curtain, hearing Aether make his way into the room. He's got the hot water turned up so high that the room is already completely filled with steam. Right away Aether's button down shirt starts to stick to his already sweaty chest. The choking steam only pisses him off more.

Aether wrenches the shower curtain back so hard it rips off the curtain rod, metal rings bouncing and skittering across the tiles as they go flying in every direction.

Dew turns to him with wild eyes, fangs bared.

"I said get. The. Fuck. OU-" - Dew's angry yell is cut off by Aether's hand snatching him by the jaw, forcing that rotten little mouth shut mid-shout. The tip of one of his fangs catches his tongue and Dew yelps in surprise and pain.

It's the first time Aether has ever properly lost his shit, and Dew is caught completely off guard. As if he thought he could poke and prod and push and push and push without any consequences for his miserable actions. Aether tightens his grip on his face and steps forward, directly into the line of steaming hot shower spray, pushing Dewdrop back until his head hits the tile at the back of the stall with a thud.

Dew does his best to put up a fight, clawed fingers scrabbling at Aether's forearm and legs kicking out beneath him, but Aether holds him down, forces the smaller ghoul's head to tip back until he's looking up at him with wild, furious eyes. The steam in the stall is so thick they can barely see each other and the spray has Aether's shirt completely soaked through. With his free hand, he turns the showerhead off and holds Dew still until the steam begins to clear.

"The fuck is your problem, Dewdrop?" Aether asks, steadying his voice despite the fact that he wants nothing more than to shout in his face.

"Fuck you," Dewdrop tries his best to say, despite the words being muffled by Aether's palm. His skinny little chest is heaving, livid at being pinned down so easily by the larger ghoul.

"Gonna ask you again, Dew," Aether explains calmly. "Why are you acting like this? Making us all fucking miserable? Putting the Cardinal in jeopardy by fucking up the ritual. Are you fucking crazy?" He relaxes his grip just enough to give Dew the space to explain himself.

Instead, the little shithead spits. Bloody saliva from when he nicked his tongue with a fang moments ago dribbles down his chin. He looks up at Aether with a defiant snarl.

"I said fuck you," Dew growls. "Motherfucker, leave me the fuck alone."

Aether grabs Dew by the face again. But this time, he pinches at the hinges of Dew's jaw with his thumb and forefinger, forcing his mouth open the way you'd force a dog's mouth open to swallow a pill. Dew struggles, tries to put up a fight, tries to gnash his teeth and bite, but Aether's fingers are stronger, hand big enough that it easily cover's the entirety of the smaller ghoul's face.

"You gonna behave?" Aether asks? "Or am I gonna have to give you something to shut that rotten fucking mouth of yours up for good?"

Something flashes in Dew's eyes. Aether recognizes it immediately. Simmering there alongside that barely contained rage.

Lust. Desperation.

Aether glances down between Dew's bare thighs, and sure enough, he's fucking hard.

"That what you want, Dew?" Aether growls. "For me to fuck the fight outta you?"

Dew pulls in a shaky breath, glares daggers up at Aether, stuck there helpless with his mouth pried open and forced up against the wall. But still, he can't bring himself to say it.

"Say it, Dewdrop," Aether pushes. "Or I'll walk out and leave you miserable for the rest of the tour."

"Yes," Dew slurs, drooling and unable to speak properly with Aether's fingers shoved in his mouth.

"Yes, what?" Aether relaxes his grip just so. "Use your words, Dewdrop."

"Yes please, fucking fuck me already!" He spits out again, face red with anger and shame. "Fucking Christ."

"Good job," Aether answers, and then he's pushing Dew down to kneel in front of him. Surprisingly, Dew goes down without another fight, sinks down until his bare knees rest on the tile beneath his feet. Aether uses a free hand to pop the button on his fly and pull himself out. Dew looks up at him with fire in his eyes, and Aether pauses.

"If you bite me, I will never, ever, fuck you again. You got that?"

Dew glares up at him defiantly, but still, he lets his mouth fall open.

"Good boy," Aether says, patting Dew's cheek twice with his spit-slick palm before sliding his fingertips into Dew's damp hair and tugging. He guides that hot little mouth to his tip and pulls him forward, slowly, until he's sliding his length past his lips and down his throat. Dew opens up so easy for him. Always does. Swallows him down and doesn't even choke on it. Aether grins down at him.

Tamed the brat already.

Aether uses him like that for a while. Has Dew deepthroat him until he can see the thoughts start to leave his head one by one. Until the angry crease between his pinched brows starts to go slack. Until those fiery eyes stop glaring daggers up at him and his eyelids flutter closed.

He's perfect like this, Aether thinks. No more fighting, no spitting or cussing. Just a sweet little doll. No problems, just obedience.

"Want you choke on it for me," Aether tells him, and right away, Dew nods the best he can with his mouth still full of cock.

"Good. Good," Aether answers, and then he's pressing forward, slipping all the way down Dew's throat until that proud nose is pressed into the curls at the base of his dick. Dew swallows around the girth of him, nostrils flaring as he struggles to breathe with his mouth stuffed full. Aether holds him there, two hands on the back of his head, pressing him deeper onto his cock until he starts to squirm. The tips of his ears go red when he starts to choke, and Aether pulls out just in time for Dew to pull in a heaving breath, mouth slick with spit and drool and pre. His chest heaves as he fights to catch his breath.

"Alright, get up," Aether says, stern. "Turn around and put your hands on the wall."

Dew does as he asks, raises himself up on shaky legs and turns around, resting his palms on the tiled shower wall. Aether kicks his feet apart with the toe of his shoe, until he's spread open enough for him to see everything. Dew braces himself against the wall and waits.

His cock is already wet with Dew's saliva, but Aether spits in his hand and slicks himself up more. The moment he sinks inside, he sees all the fight leave Dew's body for good. The little ghoul sags so hard Aether has to catch him by the hips and hold him up.

"Oh," Dew gasps. "Oh fuck, Aether, ohhhh."

"That's right," Aether reaches up for a handful still damp hair, tugging until until Dew's back is perfectly arched. "Being good for me now, aren't you?"

Dew answers with a guttural moan, long and drawn out and loud enough that Aether is sure whatever stage crew is working just beyond the hallway can hear them loud and clear.

He fucks him like that, nice and deep and so hard that Dew bounces forward with each thrust, his fingers still woven tight in Dew's hair. Each time Aether bottoms out, Dew gasps and hums and cries. Moans for him so pretty and perfect. Just like a good boy would do.

Aether smooths his free hand across the sharp jut of Dew's hipbone before reaching all the way back with his palm splayed. He spanks Dew on the ass cheek with a sharp crack that rings out loud against the tile walls.

Dew cries out in surprise and Aether gives him another one, harder this time.

"Tell me you'll be good now, Dew," Aether commands, punctuated by another smack to already tender skin.

"I -oh," Dew cries out when another hit lands. "I'll be good, I - fuck, ohhhhh." Aether spanks him again. "I'll be good, fuck, Aether, I'll be good." Another hit. "I'll be so good, I promise, I promise."

Aether has him wailing, sobbing against the tiles, all tears and drool as Aether spanks him once more for good measure. And then he's smoothing his palm across Dew's sore bottom in soothing little circles. Dew just hiccups, stifling another sob.

"Good boy, Dew." Aether answers soft and sweet. He releases his grip on Dew's hair only to press the side of the little ghoul's face against the tile for leverage as he fucks into him harder, hips slamming against his backside as he fucks him closer and closer to the edge.

"Please, Aether, fuck me until I'm good again," Dew pleads, "Make me be good again, please. Oh please, make me good again."

Dew's babbling now, sobbing and moaning, begging Aether to fuck him, to fix him, to make him a good boy again.

"Make me, Aether, ohhhhh," Dew trails off, face still pressed against the wall. "Make me fucking take it, please, make me do it."

This time, when Aether spanks him, Dew blows his load against the tiles with a desperate, ragged cry. He goes limp in Aether's arms immediately, sliding down the wall until the bigger ghoul catches him around the waist.

Aether's close now, holding Dew's spent body in his hands like a perfect, pliant doll, he fucks into him once more, burying himself as deep as he can inside Dew's hot body. He comes with a shout, bites down on Dew's shoulder hard enough to break skin. Dew moans again, spent little cock offering up another pathetic spurt as he feels Aether fill him up so, so good.

No more angry thoughts left in his head, no more fighting - just the blissful feeling of Aether holding him up, filling him up. Giving himself over completely.

Aether pulls out to see his load dribble out of Dew's fucked out hole, running in rivulets down shaky thighs. Dew makes a sad little sound once he's empty, but Aether turns him around in his arms until they're pressed together chest to chest.

He holds him tight while Dew catches his breath, smoothing his palm up and down his back. Calm, reassuring. Waiting for him to come back to himself.

Dew looks up at him with tired eyes, a sad little frown pulling at his swollen lips. "We're late for the bus…," he trails off.

"Yeah, we are," Aether answers gently with a soft chuckle. "Told them we would be. Everyone agreed it'd be worth it, though."

Dew grunts in agreement, and Aether pulls him into an embrace, pressing that slender frame into himself, as close as he can get him. Dew lets out a long sigh, relaxes his full weight into Aether's arms, and rests his head on the wet fabric of Aether's shirt.

Aether presses a kiss to his damp hair, right between the horns. "Feel better now?" he chances asking.

Dew just nods sleepy against Aether's chest, but otherwise remains quiet.

They stay like that for a while longer, until Dew feels ready to get dressed and head for the bus. By the time they're making their way outside, Dew is acting like himself. Joking and laughing. Lighthearted teasing. Complaining about how hungry he is and how Swiss better not have eaten all the packets of spicy noodles on the bus.