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Aftershow (Afterglow)

TerzOmega one-shot ~ smut, romantic fluff ~ 3.6k words NSFW below the cut, MDNI Ao3 version

----- Omega was struggling. This was their third show of the week, and it wasn't necessarily that he was tired. No, it wasn’t that. It was that mouthy little singer prancing around the stage like he owned the place, taunting him with his words and his body.

“Impregnate me right here right now on this stage, Omega!” he had yelled into the microphone. Omega had choked, sputtering as he worked to maintain his composure. Thank the dark lord he was wearing a mask. Remembering it now even 3 songs later, his face grew hot again; he lost his place in the song, throwing his bandmates off along with him. He could feel their glares as he tried to recover and chose to ignore them. This wasn't the first time he'd messed up a riff tonight. Satanas, he was ready for this hell to be over. 

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As Terzo took his first steps through his dressing room door, he let out a long sigh and surveyed his surroundings as though he were seeing them for the first time. Large, lighted vanity, black leather sofa, warm brick walls, a coffee and tea station, and a fully stocked mini fridge with his favorite snacks, drinks, and plenty of water. Really quite nice by mid-size venue standards. He had no reason to complain, and yet something felt wrong. Empty. It was a feeling that had been plaguing him after every show lately, a hollow numbness that followed the exhilaration of being on stage. With the lights, the bass that thundered in his chest, the screaming of hundreds of adoring fans… the adrenaline was hard to beat back. It almost felt like it was forced on him, at times. Each show took something of him, another unwilling sacrifice to feed the beast of stardom. Another tithe to the ministry. Shaking his head as though doing so would clear the fog quickly settling in, he pinched the bridge of his nose and took unsteady strides over to the mirror. He was greeted by the sight of mismatched eyes framed by soft lines. They were nearing the end of his first tour as Papa, and it showed in the roadmap that was beginning to crisscross his handsome features. This job was taking a physical toll on him, and seeing the evidence made him anxious. Tearing his eyes away, he began the tedious process of undressing, starting with his no longer quite pristine white gloves. He grimaced as he saw his left hand. Bare. Nothing but an empty space where his wedding ring should be. A bitter reminder of all of the ways he was under the control of the church. Of her. He was just a puppet, the Imperator gripping his strings so tightly that he was being strangled. Of course, performing wasn’t all bad. It was the one chance they got to be away from the Imperator and the ever-watchful eyes that seemed to be on him at all times. If he had any friends, they were his ghouls. His ghouls, who were always by his side, who always had his back, who went out of their way to protect him. Him, and Omega. 

Omega. He felt his shoulders relax at the name. His beloved Omega. The ghoul who held the other half of both his heart, and their wedding band set. As though he could hear his thoughts, the door to his dressing room flew open, hitting the wall with a loud thud. Startled from his contemplations, Terzo spun around to face the intruder, eyes wide. Towering so tall he practically had to duck through the door frame, Omega walked in, kicking the door closed behind him and stalking towards the smaller man with purpose. Terzo could practically feel the irritation rolling off of him in waves, and it sent a jagged thrill through him. “What the hell do you think you’re doing out there?” he snarled low, the sound rumbling through Terzo’s chest and causing his heart to quicken like the thunderous roar of the speakers had mere minutes ago. Involuntarily he took a step back, but Omega was upon him immediately, backing him up against the wall, gripping him tightly by the shoulders. Omega ripped his mask off and tossed it aside, revealing a scowl beneath a furrowed brow covered in a light sheen of sweat.  “What– What do you mean?” Terzo stammered, struggling to get the words out. His pulse hammered in his ears, his pupils dilated as he took in the sight of the ghoul before him. Broad. Muscled. Breathtaking. His eyes were wild with agitation, and something else that made Terzo shiver.

“Don’t play coy with me,” Omega growled. Grabbing Terzo forcefully by the chin, he tilted his head up and licked his neck possessively, stopping to bite just below his ear. Terzo whined, squirming in his hold. “You’ve been teasing me all night. Acting like a slut for the whole world to see. You’ve been daring me to do something about it.” He reached down and cupped Terzo through his pants roughly, squeezing. “It’s time to pay up.” “O–Omega, I–” Terzo choked out, but Omega’s lips were upon his in a searing kiss before he could get another word in. A forked tongue probed his mouth. Fangs snagged on his bottom lip. Despite his confusion, Terzo’s arms snaked around Omega’s neck, deepening the kiss. Omega let him, for a moment, before pushing Terzo’s jacket off of his shoulders. Omega’s hands then slid around to Terzo’s chest and grabbed at his collar as if to rip it open; Terzo broke away with a loud noise of protest and shoved at Omega. “Amore, please! If another costume gets ruined, the Imperator will have my head!” Defiantly, Omega made a show of slicing a single button off with a claw, not breaking eye contact. Then another, and another, before losing patience and pulling the whole thing apart in one go. The top fell to the floor with a soft thud, and Omega was immediately upon his chest, biting and sucking hard enough to leave bruises, marking his territory. His hot mouth found a nipple at the same time that his hand returned to Terzo’s growing bulge, and Terzo gasped. Omega knelt down, biting and licking a glistening trail down to his waistband. He slipped a clawed finger underneath, teasing, before sliding both hands down the back of Terzo’s pants. Omega gripped his ass hard, kneading. A shivering whimper escaped Terzo. “You’ve had me craving you all night. Wanting to taste you,” Omega said through gritted teeth. “The way you move. The things you say. Fucking hell, Terzo, you grabbed my ass on stage for everyone to see. You know exactly what you’re doing. Don’t you?” He bit down on a nipple and Terzo squeaked. Omega impatiently yanked Terzo’s pants down, smirking at the way his precum-wet underwear stuck to his skin. “Look at the mess you’ve made. You’re such a whore for this, aren’t you?” Before he could respond, Omega had taken Terzo’s entire cock into his mouth and began furiously working him, tongue trailing on veins and swirling around his tip. Terzo let out an unrestrained moan, uncaring if they were heard. His hands tangled in Omega’s hair, grabbed at his horns, anything he could to find purchase. Omega chuckled and hummed low, vibrations tingling up Terzo’s spine. The ghoul’s hands found his ass again and stroked both cheeks sensually before squeezing harder, claws digging. Terzo let his head fall back, leaning heavily on the wall, the brick scratching at his scalp. “O–Omega…” Terzo gasped, his legs going weak. Omega growled and suddenly released him, standing all at once, leaving Terzo dazed. Omega scooped him up with ease, eliciting a surprised yelp. He crossed the room with Terzo in his arms until they reached the vanity counter, the contents of which were unceremoniously knocked to the floor with a sweep of Omega’s large hand. Terzo didn't even care at this point; his head was still reeling from the loss of Omega's mouth. Terzo’s bare ass was planted on the countertop as Omega wasted no time stripping out of his pants, revealing his sizeable erection, precum beading at the tip. Terzo salivated at the sight as his breath quickened in anticipation. Omega shot him a dark look but then paused as though just remembering something. He retrieved his discarded trousers from the floor and fished a small bottle of lube from one of the pockets. Terzo laughed in surprise. “My dear Omega, where was your mind when you were getting ready for the show?” Terzo teased. 

“I’m always prepared, mio amato,” Omega replied, his voice husky, running his fingers tenderly through Terzo’s hair and down to cup his cheek. Indeed, they had lube stashed just about everywhere, if Terzo were being honest with himself. It was very necessary; the pair had been insatiable practically since they’d first laid eyes on each other at Omega’s summoning. It was fascination at first sight. Terzo had been freshly 20 back then, such a long time ago now, it felt like. Sure, it had taken a few weeks of Omega stalking him around the ministry from the shadows for Terzo to confront him, but from that first electric kiss, they had belonged to each other. Their passion burned hot and wild and eternal as hellfire. Tonight was no exception as affection and arousal battled for space in Terzo’s chest. Omega withdrew his hand from Terzo's face to fuss with the bottle, and Terzo closed his eyes at the loss. Omega took Terzo’s hand and filled it with a generous amount of lube before guiding the smaller man into fingering himself. Terzo hissed as he slipped one finger in, his body heating as he drew in and out. He slowly worked his way up to two fingers as Omega slicked his cock, watching hungrily as Terzo touched himself. Terzo’s body hummed with anticipation. Losing his patience, Omega pounced on him, dragging his forked tongue up the side of Terzo’s face. Terzo attempted to make a weak protest, something about not ruining his makeup, but he could feel Omega’s breath coming heavy and hot against his ear and suddenly he couldn’t find it in himself to care. Omega slid his hands underneath Terzo’s ass, pulling him to the edge of the countertop. He worked himself inside, grunting with relief to finally be buried to the hilt in his lover. Overly excited, he started to move before Terzo had time to adjust. Terzo cried out, wrapping his arms around Omega’s neck for support. “Everything alright?” Omega ground out with considerable effort.

“Y–yes” Terzo stammered, panting. “Don't stop.” Omega caught his mouth in a passionate kiss as his thrusting settled into a punishing rhythm. His large, warm hands explored Terzo’s body, circling nipples, etching wandering patterns into his back with his claws, hard enough to draw blood. Terzo whimpered through the kiss, grinding against Omega as best as he could in his current position. Omega’s hands once again settled on Terzo’s ass in response to his squirming, pulling him forward until the smaller man could take in as much of the ghoul’s heavy cock as he wanted. Terzo wrapped his legs around Omega’s waist tightly. Greedily. 

“This is what you wanted, wasn't it? To be bred?” Omega growled, punctuating his words with a forceful thrust of his hips, hitting Terzo's prostate just so and making him throw his head back in a loud moan. “You're such a slut. You’re always hungry for my cock. Aren't you?”

Terzo's nails scratched uselessly against the fabric of Omega's shirt, causing Terzo to curse under his breath. He was desperately craving skin to skin contact. He wanted to bite into Omega with nails and teeth, to leave possessive marks of his own, to feel their bodies burn together. He started to work at removing the garment with shaking hands, but Omega caught them.  

“No. This isn't about you. You've been driving me wild all night, and now it's my turn to have a little fun.” Omega's tone was cool and detached now. It excited him. 

Gripping Terzo by the hips, Omega began to pound into him harder, faster. His tail wound its way around Terzo's waist while his lips found his neck, kissing and licking and sucking his way down to his shoulder. Omega bit down hard, his fangs piercing the skin and drawing blood, which trailed in little rivulets. Terzo released a quivering cry, his face flushing a deep shade of pink, cock weeping a fresh drip of precum. Terzo was close. 

“Omega,” Terzo whispered pleadingly. Omega knew what he wanted, but wouldn't give it so easily. Terzo had been messing with his head all night. All week, if he was being honest. Without warning, Omega drew out and threw Terzo over his shoulder, ignoring Terzo's strangled protest. He walked him over to the sofa and dumped him down onto it, though not without care even in the haze of his lust. Terzo was flushed and foggy, too desperately aroused by Omega's show of strength to be able to be irritated by being denied release. Taking a step back, Omega began to touch himself in long, leisurely strokes, admiring the sight before him. Terzo was disheveled, dressed in nothing but his socks at this point, glistening with sweat, paint smeared, chest heaving, cock dripping, pupils blown wide with want. He was beautiful. It threatened to drive Omega mad with want.

“Turn over,” Omega commanded sharply. Terzo eagerly obeyed. When Terzo was settled comfortably on his stomach, Omega slapped his flank before straddling him and slipping back inside with a sigh of relief. Terzo groaned, pressing his face into the cool leather of the sofa, nails once again scratching uselessly on the smooth surface. Omega shifted his hips and began to ride him hard, showing no mercy. Terzo found himself grinding against the leather not of his own will, his body desperate for friction. He could feel the pleasure start to build again as he tried to fight it back, wanting this to last. “Amore,” Terzo pleaded. “Let me feel you.”

Omega’s wicked smile softened. He knew what he wanted: not just touch, but a deeper intimacy. He reached out to Terzo with his quintessence. At once he could feel his own burning weight and heat the way Terzo did, the overwhelming fullness, and the impact of his thrusts on Terzo’s prostate. The building pressure that was threatening to break him apart. Omega knew Terzo could feel the same familiar tight, wet warmth that he did when he was inside of him. Beneath these foreign sensations, though, was an overwhelming sense of trust, of comfort. Of a love so deep that he longed to drown in it. Omega shivered, closing his eyes to the feeling. He leaned down, pressing his body into the human’s delicate frame. His tail brushed Terzo’s cheek, before wrapping snugly around his neck like a collar and pulling his head back. “I want to hear you scream my name. I want the whole crew to hear you. I want everyone to know what you’re doing. To know who’s breeding you,” Omega breathed in his ear. “Omega, I–,” Terzo started to protest, causing Omega to tighten his hold on Terzo’s throat. “Nngh! Omega!” Terzo cried weakly, doing his best to obey but struggling to find his voice. “Louder,” Omega hissed, thrusting hard. Terzo cried out wordlessly. Omega snarled, “Louder!”

Omega bit down hard on Terzo’s shoulder again and he could feel Terzo’s nerves sing with bittersweet pain. Struggling for air and blissed out of his mind, Terzo came with a shout. “OMEGA!” Omega wasn’t far behind, releasing his bite on Terzo, burying his face into the crook of his neck instead. He shook hard through his release, cum spilling out of Terzo and rolling down his thighs and onto the sofa. He slumped heavily onto Terzo, unable to move, until he realized that Terzo was struggling to breathe under his weight. Shit.

Quickly sliding to the floor as there wasn’t enough room for them to lay side by side, he knelt by Terzo’s head and ran his claws through his hair. Groggily, Terzo turned to face him, eyes lidded heavily and a small smile on his face. Omega could feel his happiness sparking through their connection, but also his exhaustion. He felt a twinge of guilt. Of course this week hadn’t just been hard on him, how could he have forgotten? Terzo worked just as hard as the rest of the band. Didn’t he deserve rest like everyone else? Why was he so selfish?

Through the remaining threads of their previous connection, Terzo sensed his distress. Before he could spiral further, Terzo took one of his hands in his and kissed it, gently laying his head down on it. “Amore mio, you always know exactly what I need.”

Caught off guard, Omega grinned sheepishly. “Yeah?”

“Si.”

Omega laid his head down next to Terzo’s, closing his eyes. They lay there in contented silence for a few minutes, until Terzo lifted his head weakly. “I think we have to get up now.” Upon getting no response, he gently shoved at Omega’s shoulder. Omega groaned. “We can sleep when we get to the hotel, si? And maybe do some other things as well,” Terzo said, a smile in his voice. Omega snorted.

“How are you still not done after all of that?” Omega teased. “Insatiable.” Terzo just winked in response. Slowly he peeled his sweaty skin off of the couch, cringing at the way his thighs and stomach stuck to the leather, sticky with both his own cum and Omega’s. Omega hoisted himself up to find a towel, and they cleaned up and got dressed in comfortable silence.

Terzo examined himself in the mirror, making a futile effort to fix his hair and trying his best to ignore the ruined mess of his makeup. Omega saw him fretting over his reflection and came up behind him, wrapping his arms around Terzo’s waist. “I’m sorry, tesoro mio. I can't resist you,” he cooed at the man as he fussed over the ruined mess of his makeup, kissing his neck tenderly. Terzo sighed, knowing his only option was to remove the paint and start fresh. He hated to go through the trouble of reapplying just to take it off at the hotel, but he'd be in trouble if anyone caught him out in public without it. The chances of getting caught by anyone who cared were low; the Imperator never oversaw their tours in person, but still, he had learned to be cautious after a few near-misses.

Despite the amount of work involved, the road gave them more freedom. Fewer eyes on them between shows. More time together. They could share a bed on the tour bus, Omega could “visit” Terzo's hotel room, or they could simply curl up together on the bus’s sofa without anyone batting an eye. Why would they? When they were on the bus, they got to be openly affectionate and freely live like the married couple they were. The ghouls pretended to be grossed out by their PDA and teased them endlessly, but really, they didn't mind. Things had always been this way, since the early days of their summoning. To them, Omega and Terzo had always been a package deal. It was an open secret, one that Terzo was sure everyone in the ministry knew about. Even the Imperator. He didn’t know why she hadn’t acted against them yet. He dreaded the day when she would.

“Shit!” Omega exclaimed from across the room. When had he left? Terzo had been so deep in thought that he hadn’t noticed; he jumped and turned to see him glaring at his phone, running his claws through his own hair in frustration.

“What’s wrong, amore?” Terzo crossed the room to him, resting a hand on Omega’s arm.

“Those fuckers left us!”

“Who?” Terzo was confused.

Omega sat down heavily on the couch that was still drying post-cleanup, not thinking. “The other ghouls. Alpha texted me 15 minutes ago. He said they knew what we were up to and that they were tired of waiting. Everyone went to the hotel without us.”

Fear shot through Terzo. How were they going to make it to their hotel now? The two of them leaving alone together would look very suspicious, and any cab they called would have to be paid for with the ministry’s company card. “Maybe we could just stay here tonight and have them pick us up in the morning,” Terzo proposed, though he knew it wouldn’t work.

Omega shook his head glumly. “Mio amato, the venue will kick us out.” He ran his claws through Terzo’s hair, trying to fix himself what had been mussed out of place by their earlier activities. “I think we’ll just have to use the card and pray the ministry doesn’t notice.”

“If she says anything, we’ll just tell her I was ill and that my most loyal ghoul stayed behind to take care of me,” Terzo said self-assuredly.

Omega swallowed hard at the thought of the Imperator finding out just what “taking care” of Terzo entailed.

Terzo begrudgingly took out his own phone and called for a cab, sighing after he hung up. “It will be another 45 minutes. At least that gives me time to redo my paint,” Terzo said softly. “And to clean you up, too,” he added after contemplating the ghoul’s face that was currently covered in black lipstick smears. He decided to add one more to his cheek first, giggling quietly and going in for another, but Omega turned and caught his mouth with his own. They sat there for a minute, then 5, hands roaming. “We need to get ready to leave, amore,” Terzo whispered, but found himself drawn back to Omega like a magnet. After another minute, Omega broke the kiss with a soft sound.

“Maybe we should stay here tonight.”

Legoooooo

Had to flop it out let it breathe…. Damnn 😈