#omegatom

Phantom showered that night before bed. He hadn't been able to get those cool grey eyes out of his head since he'd left the infirmary. He dutifully washed himself, scrubbing his body and washing his hair, careful of his growing horns; massaging the base of them. But his mind immediately shot back to Omega leaning over him.

The way the older Quint's voice was so clinical, so gentle. The rhythm guitarist slowed his fingers, brushing them tenderly over his budding horns. Imaging that it was Omega touching him again, praising him for what a good job he'd done. A soft whine left his mouth and he immediately pressed his lips together self-consciously; as if the bigger Ghoul was lurking right outside his door and could hear everything.

His flaccid cock gave a solid jerk, filling out between his slim thighs, fueled by his increasingly dirty thoughts. His mind churned up the memory of Omega crowding in close to get a better look. He could feel the older Quint's breath rustling the hair on his temple as Omega slid his gloved fingers against Phantom's tender horns.

His shaft gave another throb, begging for him to wrap his fingers around it. He lowered his head into the warm spray and watched the water swirl down the drain, muffling a fresh groan between his fingers. He couldn't stop himself from thinking about everything he wanted Omega to do to him. Taking him on that crinkly examination table, in his office chair, on his cluttered desk, sweet Lucifer—Omega holding him up in his arms like it was nothing while he railed the rhythm guitarist up against the wall!

Would Omega sit patiently in his chair, with Phantom spread out in some stirrups, telling him how to touch himself? How to spread himself open, his excitement dripping into a slippery puddle on the floor between his spread knees? Phantom's tail lashed behind him, wrapping and tightening around his calf as he gripped himself in warm fingers.

The strokes were messy and frenetic, unable to catch up with his libidinous thoughts. He whimpered and braced a hand against the wall of the shower, pumping himself and rolling his hips against the pressure, fucking his fist. He screwed his eyes shut, letting out a shaky breath, the pleasure building inside of him like a curse.

What if Omega actually found out?

Omega felt it like a golden thread tugging at his mind. Someone was thinking about him. And he knew exactly who it could be. He had been reading, relaxing from the mountain of paperwork in the infirmary when he clued in to the sensation; like something bobbing to the surface of the lake.

It was subtle at first, but as the minutes wore on it got stronger. A niggle that morphed into a pull of utter, unfettered need. The Quintessence Ghoul smiled to himself. He could intrude, could make this shy easily-spooked rhythm guitarist spill over his hand with just the barest push, but he didn't need to display the breadth of his power just yet.

He'd bide his time and draw it out a little. Omega could sense the pull of their magic wanting to twine the moment Phantom had stood outside of the office door. But he adored a bit of chase. There was no need to rush into anything too soon. Let Phantom think he had the innocent upper hand. They'd go at the little Bug's own pace, for now.

Phantom continued to shower every day for a week, more often than not finishing himself off too. He was counting down the days until he could go back and show Omega what a good job he'd been doing. But the waiting made him restless. And there wasn't anything that said he couldn't go see Omega for other things before his appointment date.

The sly Quint knocked hesitantly on the office door and heard Omega's voice bidding him enter. Aether was there too and Phantom immediately felt heat rise in his cheeks. All three of them in such close proximity was a dangerous gamble. But Omega just raked his gaze over Phantom's closed-in body and turned to Aether.

"Hey, Bug. Need something?"

"I can take care of it, Aeth. Why don't you go get some lunch."

"Works for me." The old rhythm guitarist stood up and stretched, passing by Phantom in the doorway with a wink as he walked out.

"So, Phantom," His name rolled off of Omega's tongue like a drop of honey. "What seems to be the trouble?"

"I… it's my, um…"

The older Quint smiled good naturally and sat back in his chair. "Are you just looking for an excuse to see me?" Omega's slate-grey eyes sparkled with mischief, which only made Phantom blush harder.

"No, I mean, maybe, yeah," he finally admitted, wrapping his upper arm with a hand.

The larger Quint smiled. "Well, since you're here, we might as well take a look at those horns again, huh?" He gestured for Phantom to hop up onto the exam table and the slight rhythm guitarist slowly moved towards the second object of all of his current fantasies.

The shick of the Quint's gloves made Phantom straighten. He tried his best to relax as Omega parted his hair again, gingerly fingering the base of his horns. The jumpy rhythm guitarist tried not to fidget under that scrutinizing gaze again. Omega's warm breath tickled the hairs on the back of his neck as the larger Ghoul moved for a better look.

Phantom's horns sparkled with stardust in Omega's gentle fingers, his heart thumping as hard as his tail wanted to against the exam table.

"Well, they definitely look better. Are they still itchy? Painful?"

Phantom shook his head. "No."

"That's good. Was there… anything else you wanted to talk about?" Phantom felt that tug again, like there was a string connecting their hearts; a string that he was so keen on begging Omega to just pull on; to lay his claim on the flustered rhythm guitarist.

He couldn't possibly tell the burly Quintessence Ghoul that he'd been pleasuring himself—sometimes more than once a day—to thoughts of Omega bending him over in his office and taking what Phantom wanted him to take. The older Quint looked at him patiently, letting the rhythm guitarist work through his tangle of thoughts.

"No, I mean, yeah, but… maybe, not right now?"

"I'm here whenever you need me."

It was another week before Phantom felt like he'd worked through his backlog of emotions regarding the strong older Quint. He'd tried not to think anything too dirty and was mainly focused on the thread that seemed to connect the two of them. His own Quintessence pulsed—and his cock did too—every time he thought about Omega, but he reined himself in, mulling over his swirling magic; weak and feeble compared to the older Ghoul's.

What did Omega even see in him? He was basically a new summon in terms of the amount of time he'd been topside. But he couldn't deny the attraction that he felt to the large Quint. He wanted to be brave, to ask for help, to ask for relief from this nagging obsession. He needed to know if Omega felt the same; an inscrutable draw to the reedy rhythm guitarist the same way he felt drawn to the burly Ghoul.

Omega's face was constantly in his thoughts. The touch of his gentle fingers, the heat of his breath. Phantom lay in his bed, unable to sleep. He closed his eyes, feeling in his mind for the delicate thread of Quintessence that connected the two of them. He plucked it like a spider's silk, sending out a reverberation of need and building acceptance towards the object of his unquenchable lust.

He received an answer almost immediately; a returning pluck on that same thread that made him sit up with a gasp. The rhythm guitarist only had enough of a brain to grab a sweatshirt, tugging open his door to scamper barefooted down to the infirmary; and the Quintessence Ghoul inevitably waiting for him.

Phantom padded across the stone tiles, barely even registering the coldness in his feet as he practically burst through the office doors, catching sight of Omega standing there, not in his usual scrubs, but in a casual shirt and slacks, looking every inch like a walking wet dream to the flustered rhythm guitarist.

"You heard my call," the breathless Quint said in lieu of a proper greeting.

Omega stepped forward, gathering the slighter rhythm guitarist up in his strong arms. "I did. You've been very… focused." The older Quint's grey eyes stared down at Phantom and he watched the realization wash over the smaller Ghoul.

Phantom pulled away slightly, embarrassed. "You knew?"

"I knew," Omega answered, "-from the moment you stood outside the door that first day."

"I guess I shouldn't be surprised," Phantom squirmed. "But now I kinda feel reeeally embarrassed about what I've been doing for the past few weeks…"

Omega's smile was knowing but soft. "You think you're the only one with fantasies?" He held the rhythm guitarist's warm cheeks in his hands and Phantom loosed a moaned-out gasp as images of the two of them—copious and dirty—flashed behind his eyes.

It seemed the older Ghoul's mind was even filthier than his as overlapping scenarios bombarded his brain, making him immediately hyper-aware of the proximity of their bodies, warm and flushed, pressed together in the middle of the room.

"I… you… about me…?" The little Quint was dumbfounded. Omega had felt this way about him the entire time?

"You're all I could think about since I first laid eyes on you," the older Quint admitted. "But I wanted to go at your pace, not just rush in and overwhelm you with everything I was feeling."

"I wouldn't have minded. Probably would have saved me a lot of energy," Phantom admitted sheepishly.

"I bided my time, wanting to know if you felt the same way about me. And if this is any indication," Omega tapped Phantom's temple. "I know your magic is weak. But that's nothing to be ashamed of. You're new, and the surface can still be confusing. So, it was easy to tap into your swirling emotions and your… unguarded fantasies."

The older Ghoul's voice was deep and soothing, lulling the rhythm guitarist into a dreamy haze. Omega's fingers still lingered around his face and before he knew it, the twiggy Quint's full weight was in Omega's hands, sinking into the larger Ghoul's cupped palms with a buzzing ardor. The burly Quint cooed almost paternally to Phantom but there was an edge of roughness in the sound.

"Ready to submit to me already?" Omega purred, rubbing Phantom's horns as the pliant Quint sank against him bonelessly.

"Mm-hmm…" Omega held back the majority of his power for the time being, wanting the supplicated rhythm guitarist to give him an honest answer. Phantom's eyes sparkled with their shared Quintessence bond, shimmering like constellations as he stared dreamily up at Omega.

"Feels so good…" Phantom murmured, his cock already at half-mast in his sleep pants, responding immediately and completely to Omega's salacious touch. Their relationship had sailed way past professionalism now that the older Quint knew that the eager little rhythm guitarist could be utterly his with just a word.

"Should we put you somewhere where you won't end up on the floor?" Omega loosed a wry chuckle as Phantom's hands found the thick meat of his waist, clinging to the larger Quint with twitching fingers.

"Nngh, do whatever," the rhythm guitarist moaned, completely blasted on Omega's focused attention. Phantom whined as the Quint's fingers left his horns, clutching at Omega's back as he was lifted and carried over to the exam table, the loud paper tucked away in lieu of a cool stretch of tan leather.

"There. Do you want these off?" The older Quint's fingers were already toying with the waistband of Phantom's pajamas, slipping the hoodie from his shoulders too. The rhythm guitarist trembled even in the warm room as Omega's magic tickled across his mind, teasing him to full, dripping hardness.

Touch me. That was the begging plea that seared down their connection as Omega was loosening his belt and tugging off his shoes. They were both naked and hard in an instant as Phantom's fingers groped for the larger Ghoul in the dim light, pulling Omega into the space between his legs, head cradled in those strong yet tender fingers, thumbs stroking the base of his horns.

The room was silent save for Phantom's sighs and gentle gasps as Omega ran the tips of his fingers against the velvet-soft buds on his forehead. A shock of black-and-white hair tufted between Omega's knuckles as the smaller Quint keened, being gazed down upon by the most powerful Ghoul he had ever seen.

This engulfing pressure—those digits stroking him worshipfully where it mattered—was making Phantom deliriously horny, pun intended. His voice was high and reedy as he clenched the sides of the examination table, bucking his hips against the warm air, shaft bobbing neglected and leaking between his thighs.

The older Quint hummed clinically, watching intently as Phantom's eyelids fluttered, getting completely blasted on just Omega touching his horns like that. The rubbing circles were making him dizzy; he never knew that an action so small could be such a huge turn-on.

"Are you going to come for me already, starlight?" Omega's voice hit him in the chest like a blow, that low, commanding timbre with just the edge of a smile made Phantom's brain feel like it was sloshing against his skull. Lilith's sweet ass he so wanted to be good for Omega.

He wanted everything that the bigger Ghoul wanted. To be teased until he was begging to be filled and then some, fucked stupider than he already was. He wanted to feel that thick piece of flesh tearing into him ruthlessly, pounding his sloppy hole until he couldn't take anymore, until he spilled over Omega's-

"We're still connected, remember?" Omega tugged on their bond, bringing Phantom crashing back from his dirty daydreams. "Not that I'm complaining about the imagery."

Phantom clasped his hands over his mouth in embarrassment, as if he'd been hypnotized and was talking instead of thinking. But Omega just smiled, keeping that same gingerly pace, watching the small Quintessence Ghoul's cock leak a sticky thread of excitement onto his stomach.

"Would you let me see it? See you spill with just my hands on your cute little horns?" That stroking pressure. Phantom clenched the sides of the table again, keening and leaning further into Omega's disarming touch.

"Please, yes… I need it…" The rhythm guitarist was panting, tilting his head up to look into Omega's attentive face. It made Phantom blush to know Omega was watching him come undone like a plucky little virgin, but having Omega's eyes on him also made something delicious curl through his stomach and down to his toes.

His tail thumped weakly against the side of the table, wagging with every encouraging hum from the larger Ghoul. Omega's fingers kneaded and stroked his horns, watching as those amethyst eyes slid closed, Phantom's hips attempting to buck off the table as he crested his peak.

"M-mm! Nngh! Ha-ahh! Oh-oh-Omegaaa!" The riled up Quint gnawed his lower lip with a fang as he shivered and spilled, his release pumping in a filthy spurt across his stomach and dribbling onto the infirmary floor.

"That's a good boy," Omega cooed at him, slowly releasing his horns to swipe up some of the Quint's sweet spill, lifting his knuckle to his mouth. Phantom watched deliriously as that long tongue curled around the digit, his virgin channel clenched and slick with excitement. There was no way he could go back to his room with just one climax. There had to be more.

"That was barely any of my magic. That was all you, Bug."

Phantom was still coming down from his explosive high but still managed to mumble, "Can I see it? Your magic?" His eyes slid down to fix firmly on the gorgeous, jutting piece of flesh between Omega's furred thighs and the larger Quint's face morphed into a mask of raw lust.

"Sure. It might be a lot though. Did you want to take a moment to-?"

"Mm-mm." The rhythm guitarist shook his head. "I'm okay. I just want…" Phantom reached for Omega's solid wrist, tugging the larger Ghoul closer to him. His knees were spreading, eyes pleading, sparkling with renewed vigor and curiosity. He wanted everything Omega had to give.

"Please… Omega…" the slighter Quint's voice was a damning pull, the threads of their magic tangling tighter the closer they got. "I need you."

Omega's fingers brushed between Phantom's splayed legs and the rhythm guitarist shivered and sighed.

The twiggy Quint wasn't as new anymore as people thought. He could find his way easily around the Ministry and a few of the Siblings and Sisters even looked forward to seeing him in the halls. But there was one place that Phantom studiously avoided unless he absolutely had to.

The infamous infirmary.

It wasn't that medical stuff freaked him out—far from it. Any and all of it fascinated him. There was just a certain someone who unsettled him and made him as nervous as a newly weaned kit being anywhere near the Ministry's infirmary.

Omega.

Phantom had heard stories. He'd known about the ancient Ghouls ever since Swiss had tugged him aside one night early on to tell him tales of the old ones. To the newly-summoned Quintessence Ghoul they had seemed like dangerous beasts to be feared; callous guardians of the blackened past that prowled the halls looking for victims to spirit away, never to be seen again.

But he really needed Aether's help. His horns were growing in and it was itchy and painful and he didn't know where else to turn. So his unsteady legs brought him one nervous step at a time to the infirmary's doors. He pushed the door open with a shaky breath and stepped over the threshold.

"Aether?"

"He's not here right now. But maybe I can be of some assistance?" A deep soothing voice came from a desk to his right. Phantom quivered, glancing around the room with its piles of paperwork and its clean sterile smell. There was an examination table in one corner with fresh paper and a few implements.

Phantom knew that Omega and Aether shared an office. The rest of the infirmary was crammed with an operating theater, a few medical beds, and various other hospital-y things. But the rhythm guitarist had gone straight to Aether's office, on the off chance that his favorite Quint would be there—and hoping that his least-favorite would be out for the day.

"O-Omega." Phantom's eyes scanned the older Quint, sitting at his desk in grey scrubs, his white hair falling in a tousled mane down his strong shoulders.

"It's Phantom, right? Aether's told me all about you. Our youngest Quint."

"Yeah… I just, well…"

"No need to be nervous. Take a seat on the table and tell me what seems to be the trouble." Omega stood and tugged on a pair of gloves from a box on his desk as Phantom boosted himself up onto the exam table, the paper crinkling beneath his fingers, his legs dangling off the edge.

"It's my horns. They just suddenly started hurting." Phantom rubbed the pad of his tail self-consciously as Omega stepped closer to him. He flinched as the larger Ghoul reached up to examine his head.

"Not to worry. Just tell me if anything hurts too much, okay? How long ago did they start hurting?" Omega's voice was gentle, soothing; nothing Phantom had imagined him to sound like. He felt his breath catch as Omega lingered above him, those gloved hands feeling around the base of his horns, shifting the black and white strands of his hair away from the tender protrusions.

The younger Quint could sense the crackle in the air between them. This magnetic pull of his own weak magic responding to Omega's deep, powerful one. He felt soothed and alert all at once. It felt like the air right before a dangerous thunderstorm.

"About a week I guess-sss!" Phantom hissed in discomfort, a pain that was there and gone in an instant.

"Sorry, Phant. But I think I know what the problem is. How often do you wash?"

"Wash? You mean like bathe?"

"Yeah."

"I don't know," Phantom's tail was in his hands again, rubbing the pad like a worry stone. "Maybe, once a week?"

"Ah. I think if you bathed just a few more times a week instead, the dryness around the base of your horns would lessen and not be as painful or itchy as they continue to grow in." Omega's diagnosis was straightforward and clinical. He was being purely professional.

"Let's give it three weeks and you can come back and we'll see if things have progressed from there, okay?" Omega stripped off his gloves and tossed them in a waiting trashcan. Phantom swallowed hard, suddenly mesmerized by the larger Ghoul's large hands, those prominent knuckles.

"Okay." The Quint tried not to rub at the places where Omega had touched him, still feeling that prickle against his skin as the larger Ghoul moved away, writing something down on the legal pad at his desk. He tore it off and handed it to Phantom. It was a date, three weeks from now; a little reminder for the muddle-headed rhythm guitarist as he saw himself out of the infirmary office.

Phantom wandered back to his room, pinning the torn off sheet to his bulletin board. He flopped on his bed and rolled over, fingering the base of his horns and groaning into his pillow. The way Omega had spoken to him, that deep, gentle timbre. The way the older Quint's fingers—even gloved—had touched his head, careful and curious. The memory stirred Phantom's blood in his veins, trying not to let his mind wander to dirtier things.

Maybe Omega wasn't as scary as he'd first thought. Maybe there was something there that had been simmering inside the younger Quint's heart all along. Some secret singing in his core; a tug like their souls were longing to be connected to one another.