#so...yeah.

With a soft oof, Dew's pushed up against one of the walls in his bedroom, his head falling back as Rain's body cages him in, hands finding purchase on Rain's hips, dragging him in as close as he can.

"Yeah," Dew sighs out, baring his throat to the sting of Rain's teeth, he's not quite fully glamoured anymore, his claws leaving indents in the wall beside Dew's head, his teeth sharp and dangerous--his senses dialed up to the way Dew's pulse hammers heavily, his blood pumping hotly through his veins.

He smells divine, the mixture of Dew's arousal and his blood, just under the surface, just under where Rain's tongue is laving against the side of his throat and it drives Rain a bit crazy, it makes him want to bite until he's able to taste properly.

"Easy there, big guy," Dew says, a little breathless, and Rain realizes he'd been projecting his thoughts a little too far beyond his own mind--he'd been projecting them into Dew's as well, through their bond that's singing with both want and Rain's inherent need to have Dew right now.

He pulls back and for a moment, just mouths over Dew's pulse, a sort of apology, but not really, because seconds later, he introduces teeth again, nipping at the delicate skin until a bruise blooms; his teeth making small bloody indents.

Dew laughs softly, the sound turning into a low, rumbling purr as Rain continues to trail open mouthed, stinging kisses across his collarbone--there'll be marks later, visible, mouth shaped ones that may ooze a little bit of blood if Dew presses too hard, if his clothes rub against them accidentally, but he doesn't mind it--he's proud of the marks Rain leaves behind, the solid claim of his.

Can I?

Rain's voice is loud in his mind, a distortion of sorts and Dew laughs again, his hand leaving Rain's warm skin to grab at his wrist, pulling it down until he can shove it under his shirt, letting Rain's palm spread across the width of his ribs, "Baby, you're being so sweet tonight for someone who wants to mark me up until I'm oozing your scent," he coos, a gasp leaving his mouth when the sharp point of Rain's nails catch against his skin, "'m not going anywhere, you get me however you want me."

Rain noses just under the hinge of Dew's jaw, pressing a soft kiss there before working further up, nosing just under his ear, breathing heavily against his earlobe as he presses another kiss there, his teeth catching just barely as he pulls back to look Dew in the eye, quirking an eyebrow at him.

"Oh?" Dew says to the silent question, "Are you going to have me here against the wall then?" he asks, wiggling enticingly under the weight of Rain's body, grinding his hard cock against Rain's thigh.

Rain just purses his lips and leans down to slot their mouths together as the fire ghoul clutches at him again, one hand going to his hair to hold him in place as they kiss.

Dew's tongue accidentally catches against one of Rain's sharp teeth, the taste of blood and brimstone blooming across Rain's senses, his mind going hazy for a moment as he chases it, licking into Dew's mouth, pressing him back into the wall.

Dew's hands push against Rain's shoulders after a few moments, biting at Rain's insistent tongue before turning his head away from the kiss, "Easy," he murmurs with a sigh as Rain mouths an apology against his jaw.

Bed?

Rain's voice once again echoes in Dew's mind and he grins down at him, his teeth sharp and dangerous looking and such a contrast to the somewhat shy look in Rain's eyes, like he hadn't almost lost control from just a small taste of blood. Dew just shakes his head, fond and entirely too in love with him to respond, using Rain's momentary distraction to worm his way away from the wall, pushing at the taller ghoul's shoulders until he's stepping backwards.

"Since you put such a nice image in my mind," Dew teases him, his hands dropping down to rest on Rain's hips again as he guides him backwards, further into the room and away from the wall and the door, all the while Rain burns images of what he wants to do to Dew and what he wants Dew to do to him in his mind.

"Insatiable," Dew murmurs when he's got Rain almost to the bed, backing him up until the backs of his knees are at the edge of the mattress, "You're really pulling out all the stops today, huh?" he asks, rhetorical, even as he can see the way Rain looks satisfied, like he's preening at getting to Dew so easily.

"Horrible," Dew says with no bite to it as he leans up to kiss Rain again, squeezing his waist tightly, projecting his own idea of finger shaped bruises across Rain's hips, telling a story to anyone who'd get a look at them, peeking up over the waist of whatever pants he chooses to wear.

Rain's teeth catch at Dew's lip this time, feeling frenzied for a whole different reason, but it doesn't break the skin, just makes Dew jerk against him and grind into his thigh.

"Enough, enough," Dew mumbles, slides both of his palms up Rain's stomach until they're resting over his chest, skin warm, his heart beating heavily, steadily under them before he pushes, hard, sending Rain sprawling back onto the bed.

And well, Rain is entirely too aroused to do anything other than lay there, stare up at Dew with heavy, glowing eyes as Dew strips his shirt off and unbuttons his jeans, waving a hand at him, "Come on, Rainy, get naked for me, let me see you," he says, wiggling his own jeans down over his hips, along with his underwear.

Rain's eyes are drawn to Dew's dick, curving up against his belly and his mouth waters as he stares, knows that he'd have to ditch the sharp teeth to get his mouth on Dew and thinks, somewhat deliriously that he's not sure he could glamour enough to get rid of his teeth right now.

"Chop, chop, babe," Dew says, breaking him from his thoughts and Rain's quick to scramble his own pants off, fumbling with the button and the zip and pushing them off, bare under them.

A whistle, low and teasing, "Look at you," Dew says as he steps forward to plant a knee on the foot of the bed, "Spread your legs, baby," he murmurs, eyes drawn to where the head of Rain's own cock, shiny with a pearly, translucent substance peeks out from between his slit.

Rain, unable to do anything other than obey does, delighting in the pleased smile on Dew's face, finally climbing onto the bed properly before he crowds his way between Rain's spread thighs.

"Think we should do that thing you mentioned earlier," Dew murmurs, settling back on his knees, wrapping a hand around his cock to steady it as he leans forward, nudging the head of his cock against Rain's.

Almost immediately, Rain projects the image of Dew fucking into his slit, just the tip of his cock pushing past it, a tight fit with his own snug inside there already, barely peeking out whenever Dew pulls out just enough to thrust back in.

"Yeah," Dew says, breathless, "That one."

Sage propaganda:

I just know she's a weirdgirl. I know it.

She's an AI who becomes more human over the course of the game. Plus she develops a father daughter relationship with Eggman that's really cute.

She's an AI created by Dr. Eggman, she has excellent control over Cyber Space, and gained command of the robots & guardians of Starfall Islands

Meltryllis propaganda:

She packed a bag, sold or donated most of her furniture, and boxed the rest to keep at a storage unit. Looking at her two suitcases, she now prided herself as a minimalist. She was no longer the Dana Scully that kept things for sentimental reasons. She had only one thing on her mind—get to Mulder and stay with him.

He knew she was coming. She called him, on both his cell phone and the landline of the house. She left him multiple voicemails, announcing her plans and detailing her locations with the latest estimated time of arrival. She wanted Mulder to be ready when he answered the door, and more importantly, she needed to get ready to face him herself.

Please don’t push me away. Please.

She prayed to a God she no longer felt so certain about anymore. Nevertheless, she knew it wasn’t up to God when it comes to Mulder. It was up to her, and if anything, she’d always had plenty of faith in Mulder.

He’d mailed her a key to the house. Mulder had been living in this huge mansion by himself for the past weeks, a mahogany Victorian-style building. The front yard was unkempt and filled with weeds; a sad swing swayed in the wind by the cypress tree. She dragged one of the suitcases with her and left the other one in the car, took a deep breath, and inserted her key into the lock on the Yale blue door.

“Mulder, it’s me!” Her voice echoed back, startling her. In silence, she walked toward the light.

“Stay where you are, Scully. Don’t come near, please.” His words were firm, but they could not mask the deep sorrow and uncertainty in his voice.

“Mulder, this is silly.” She fished for the flashlight in her bag. “Where are you? Why are the lights off?”

This was so far from the reunion she had imagined: a tight embrace that he refused to let go, perhaps even a peck on her forehead, his long arms gripping her shoulders, and his I’ve missed you so much, Scully.

Instead, she got a man in the dark, cold and distant and afraid.

Patience was typically one of her strong suits, but not when she hadn’t seen Mulder for nearly three months. She shined the flashlight toward the corner where his voice came earlier.

“Mulder, what’s wro-”

It was not Mulder. It was something bulky and reddish-brown. It looked like an animal, with mane, and unruly long fur like a neglected Irish Setter. “No, Scully! Go away!”

She fainted right then and there.

It was almost dawn when she came to, finding herself on a bed, wrapped in a thick fleece blanket. When she opened her eyes, she caught the creature—her Mulder— ready to take off running. He had been sitting on her bed, like he did often during her hospital stays few years ago.

“Mulder,” she begged, “stay. Don’t run. Don’t hide. Let me look at you.”

He wore a huge blue sweatshirt, with the hoodie covering most of his head and face. She only saw a very big nose and ...long whiskers. With trembling hand, she grabbed what looked like his arm and pulled him down to the bed.

Every one of her questions pained her as it would pain him, so she kept quiet. No, she didn’t need to know who did this to him, revenge was useless. She knew there might not be a remedy, for his eyes held no hope. She carefully raised her hand to touch his face, moving deliberately slow as to not scare him away. His face, covered in short, soft, fine fur, was wet with tears. His arms hung hopelessly by his torso. She gently pulled off his hoodie and smoothed his mane with her hand.

“My Mulder...” She murmured softly as his tears came down like rain.

She reached for him and encircled his broad shoulders with her arms and pulled him onto the bed. He moved, reluctantly at first, before settling in her arms. She placed little kisses on his furry face and wrapped her body around his. Their legs tangled. She felt like she was seven years old again, napping on the floor with Leo, their golden retriever. Before she fell asleep, only one thought remained on her mind: Mulder had a lion’s tail.

“Can I groom you?” She did not expect that to be the first sentence she spoke to him after waking up in mid-morning.

“Do I smell bad, Scully?” He asked, somewhat shamefully. “I’ve only taken a shower once ever since....and I almost caught pneumonia. Sorry if I stink.”

“Oh, no, Mulder.” She smiled at him.

He smelled like nature, which she found to be oddly comforting. “I just think you might feel better. Tangled hair is a bitch.”

They turned on the heater because Mulder weren’t so good with fire. Scully got all the clean towels and sheets out. She decided to give him privacy now, knowing their relationship had subtly crossed over the previous night, and intimacy would only follow next. She got out her hairbrush and comb and a pair of scissors. When Mulder came out of the shower, she had to hide her amusement and quickly wrapped him in a towel embrace. She couldn’t help but cooed, “what a good boy.”

Somehow, she remembered once, many years ago, when she gave her godson a bath, she had wrapped Trent in a big soft towel and how the 5-year-old giggled like Mulder just did now.

He quickly soaked two towels and she wrapped him with one of the thicker blankets.

“Should I just cut off all the tangled ones?”

“Whatever you want, Scully.” He sat on the floor, eyes twinkling.

She was glad the scissor was small, so she wouldn’t cut too much off at once. She brushed him and stroked the smoothed delicate hair on his face. She kissed him, and he grinned. She found his ears and tenderly held them up.

“I’m sorry, Mulder, but you’re too cute.”

“Can you do something with these?” He held up his hands. “Look at my... claws. I don’t want to hurt you, so I haven’t...touched you at all.”

So that’s why. She breathed a sigh of relief.

“Let’s see. Are they retractable like a cat’s? I worry if I cut them, they’ll bleed. We don’t know if there are veins inside.”

“Only one way to find out. Scully, just cut them so I can touch you. But my hands... they are kind of rough.” He looked apologetic at her once again.

“I had this... trimmer that I used with Queequeg before; it’ll just buff ‘em down. And as for the roughness, we’ll get some special lotion for feet.” She massaged them with her tiny hands. “Human feet, human. There are plenty of people with skin conditions that made their skin crack and rough. We’ll find the right ones for you. I’ll just get them at the store.”

She held his face in her hands and kissed him. “Nothing will knock us down, Mulder. Nothing”

“Aren’t we a regular pair of Beauty and the Beast?” He stroked her face with the back of his hand.

“Beauty is only skin deep, Mulder.” She turned his hand over and kissed his rough palm. “And you’re no beast, my love.”