[Eyyy smut baby!]
[[Also, most words I've ever wrote, a total of 2103 words]]
Tommy knew he left at the right time as soon as he heard the quiet laughter, then the sound of blankets being moved around. He climbed up the ladder, looking at Techno, who was reading a book outside by the door. Walking over, Tommy sighed.
"How'd it go?"
"Fine. They weren't doing anything, though just based off the sounds I heard, they are now. But, Schlatt said they were 'just talking' and that I 'shouldn't assume that he had his dick up Wilbur's ass' and then he basically told me to fuck off. So yeah. It went fine."
Techno chuckled, flipping the page of his book, staring down at the word filled pages.
"That's interesting Tommy. Did you actually assume they were having sex? They are ghosts, I don't know if they even can."
Tommy gagged slightly, playfully glaring at Techno.
"Eww no. I'll tell you what I told them; I'm too busy thinking about women to care about what Schlatt's doing to Wilbur's ass."
That got a laugh out of Technoblade, Tommy smiling, feeling a little triumphant that he made this usually stone cold man laugh a little.
The light mood dropped as soon as Techno got a message on his receiver.
"It's from Dream."
He whispered. He stood straight up, looking at Tommy.
"Hide. Quickly. Dream knows where I am and he's coming to search for you."
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Wilbur knew he was fucked as soon as Tommy left the room, just based off the look Schlatt gave him. Leaning closer to the grey ghost, the hybrid smiled.
"Wilbur. Listen. I have a little temporary solution to our little ghost problem."
He pulled out a vial of blood red liquid, shaking it slightly. Wilbur stared at it, intrigued.
"Listen, lover boy. This right here could turn us both human again for three hours, exact. If you want, we could use it right now and fuck, or I could take it back down to Hell for us to use later. It's up to you."
Wilbur bit the inside of his cheek, looking back at the vial. He doesn't know what he would use it for later, and he and Schlatt had already gotten this far, so why should they stop now? Wilbur tapped his foot against the ground, still trying to decide.
"Um... let's use it now. We had got this far, why stop now?"
Schlatt smiled, standing straight up. He tossed the vial to Wilbur, who caught it with ease.
"I'm liking your attitude. Drink half of it, then hand it back to me."
Wilbur smiled as well. He held it up, before placing it against his transparent lips, tipping it back. He felt the liquid meet his tongue, the taste quiet odd. It was sweet, like candy, but also had a sort of metal addition to it. He stopped at what he assumed to be half way, handing it to Schlatt.
The hybrid stared at it, before doing the same as Wilbur, drinking the rest of the liquid, before tossing the empty vial on the ground. Wilbur watched, prepared for it to shatter, surprised when it sunk into the ground instead.
"How did you do that?"
"Hmm? Oh, yeah, if you take something from Hell, you don't have to physically go back to return it, you kinda just throw it on the ground and it goes back."
"Oh."
Schlatt sat next to Wilbur on the bed, the two staring at the wall. The grey ghost suddenly felt drowsy, his eyelids drooping. The hybrid seemed to be effected as well, yawning. Wilbur sighed, laying down on the bed, closing his eyes, hearing Schlatt do the same.
And when he came to, Wilbur felt different. Sitting up, he felt his hair hit his head, something that never used to happen. He touched his face, then touched the wall. His hand didn't phase through it. A smile slowly showed up on his face, looking behind him at Schlatt.
The hybrid was running his finger over the patterns in the stone, his skin no longer transparent, his eyes no longer changing color, his blue sweater no longer stained with alcohol. He no longer smelt like cigarette smoke, instead he smelt like campfire. Wilbur smiled more.
"You look good, Soot."
Schlatt moved over to Wilbur, placing a hand on his shoulder. The hybrid smirked, pressing the Brit up against the stone, pinning him there.
"S-schlatt?"
"You wanted to continue what we were doing earlier, right?"
He purred, Wilbur's face turning red.
"I-I mean, yeah. Of course. It's just that... uhm.."
"What? Will this be your first time with a guy, Wil? You embarrassed 'bout that? Is that what it is?"
Wilbur noticed the way the Schlatt spoke when he was riled up was considerably different to when he was normally talking. He wouldn't usually talk with the amount of authority or sass that he has right now.
"Wilbur. Answer my my question."
"O-oh! Uhm.. yeah. Yes, it is."
"Perfect~"
Schlatt pressed his lips against Wilbur's keeping him up against the stone wall. The Brit let out a muffled groan, his wrists being pinned next to his head. The two heard the sound of clattering around upstairs, blatantly ignoring it, passing it off as Tommy getting some food.
They two men kissed, Wilbur continuously getting pressed against the wall, his yellow sweater riding up, revealing his pale chest. Schlatt moved down to Wilbur's neck, pressing small kisses against his skin.
The Brit tilted his head back, biting his lip. He felt Schlatt's hands roaming his chest, tracing over the small scars, leading to the larger scars, placing kisses along each one, before going back to Wilbur's neck.
"You're so handsome, Wilbur. I wish I could see you like this all the time."
Schlatt purred, rubbing his hands all over Wilbur's body. He moved down to the Brit's pants, unzipping his fly, unbuttoning the buttons. He pulled them down, looking up at Wilbur, who was biting his lip, with his head tilted up.
The hybrid moved back up, pulling Wilbur in, kissing him, licking his bottom lip, asking for entrance to his mouth. The Brit obliged, slightly opening his mouth, allowing Schlatt to slip his tongue in. Their lips moved in unison, Wilbur gripping onto the American's blue sweater, moaning into his mouth.
The two broke apart for air, staring into each other's eyes. Wilbur's face was probably on par with that of a radish, while Schlatt looked calm and cool, despite his hair being slightly messy and his sweater overly wrinkly. Again, they met in a passionate kiss, Schlatt more savagely pulling at Wilbur's clothes, while the Brit had trouble grabbing and holding on to something.
Soon, they moved from the wall to the bed that Wilbur had "borrowed" from Techno. The curly haired man was slammed down, the springs in the mattress making a metallic sound as they went up and down. Schlatt had him pinned again, staring down at the slightly taller man.
"You look so good when you're under me, Wilbur."
"Be quiet, Schlatt."
The hybrid rolled his eyes, pressing their lips together again, slightly grinding against the curly haired Brit, a small whimper escaping his lips. Wilbur tugged on Schlatt's blue sweater, before moving down to tug on his black sweatpants.
The American took notice, moving away from Wilbur, talking his sweater off, keeping his lower attire on. The curly haired man grabbed onto the hybrid's hand, pulling him on top of him again.
"Jesus, Schlatt. Are you always this slow?"
"You wish."
Wilbur arched his back, feeling Schlatt's hands run over his thighs, tugging on the waistband of his boxers. He pulled them down, off his body, smiling as he watched Wilbur tilt his head back as the cold air hit his half naked body. He covered his face with his yellow sweater, whimpering.
Schlatt smirked, grabbing one of Wilbur's legs propping it up on his shoulder. He felt the Brit grab onto his arm, looking at him, a frantic look on his face.
"Wait, wait. At least prep me first. Please?"
Schlatt rolled his eyes, sarcastically sighing.
"Fiine, I guess I will. Do you have anything we could use as lube?"
Wilbur bit his lip, looking around. He pointed to a small chest that Tommy gave him.
"There might be something in there."
Schlatt moved away from Wilbur, going over to the chest.
"Oh, and take your boxers off while your there."
Wilbur added, getting a little chuckle out of Schlatt, who was digging around the chest. The curly haired Brit took his time admiring the way Schlatt's back looked. He was still staring at him when the hybrid made his way back.
"Enjoying the view~?"
Wilbur smiled, looking up at Schlatt, biting his lip. He laid on his back, staring at the hybrid, watching as he pulled the Brit's leg over his shoulder. Wilbur gasped, leaning his head back, feeling Schlatt insert a finger into him. He felt him move the digit around, letting out moan at the feeling of Schlatt pressing against his prostate.
"F-Fuck~! Right there, Schlatt!"
He arched his back, feeling a second finger enter him. He panted, the feeling of pure ecstasy flowing through his veins. Schlatt leaned over, placing a kiss on Wilbur's chest, feeling the formally steady breath turn into rapid, quick breaths. Adding another finger, Schlatt felt Wilbur jolt, a sharp breath escaping his lips.
"F-Fucking Hell, Schlatt! Just.. just fuck me already! God!"
Wilbur cried out, the fingers leave his body. He arched his back, the feeling of something else being pressed against him bringing him back to reality. He moaned out, Schlatt entering him. Wilbur thrust his hips up, gripping the blankets.
Schlatt bit his lip, rocking his hips, moving in and out of Wilbur, quiet groans escaping his slightly chapped lips. The two continued, Wilbur gripping the blankets while moaning, while Schlatt thrusted at a normal pace.
"S-Schlatt~! Fuck!"
Wilbur grabbed onto the hybrid's arm, biting his lip. He felt the thrusting coming to a stop, Schlatt leaning over him. He smiled, pulling out of Wilbur, coming out with a pop.
"Flip over on your stomach, Wilbur."
He obliged, flipping over, so that he was looking towards the wall. He felt Schlatt's strong hands grab his waist, before feeling the American renter him. He gripped the blanket, panting. The sound of skin on skin echoed through the room as Wilbur moaned and chanted Schlatt's name like a prayer.
The two heard the clatter upstairs, ignoring it. They continued, moans echoing throughout the stone room. The clatter continued, before the sound of someone climbing down the ladder was heard. The trapdoor opened, the two men halting. They watched as Dream climbed down, stopping as soon as he saw them.
From his point of view, Dream had just been searching around Techno's house, attempting to find Tommy, failing so far. He had gone down to look and had, instead, been met with Schlatt, alive again, cock deep inside Wilbur, who was also alive. The two men stared at Dream, who stared back, before leaving out the trapdoor again.
Wilbur's face turned red, feeling Schlatt grip onto him more. He moaned out, his face turning more red. The curly haired Brit bit his lip, hearing the American on top of him whisper.
"You liked that, didn't cha' Wil? You like the thought of getting caught. You like the thought of me ramming you in front of other people."
He snarled, Wilbur meekly nodding. The curly haired man moaned out again as Schlatt began to thrust into him again. The Brit moved back and forth, gripping the blanket. He whimpered out, the American nodding. He pulled out of Wilbur, sitting on the bed, before watching as he climbed onto his lap, biting his lip.
The British man moved up and down, biting his lip, panting. Schlatt let out a groan, gripping Wilbur's hips.
"S-schlatt, I... I'm.."
"Yeah, me too, baby~"
The two of them began going faster, their moans echoing in unison. The two men muttered out 'I love you' over and over, their paces picking up. Soon, Wilbur tossed his head back, screaming out in pleasure as he came all over Schlatt's bare chest and his yellow sweater. He felt the man beneath him pick up pace, before moaning out in ecstasy as well, filling Wilbur up to the brim. The two collapsed on the bed, panting.
Schlatt kissed Wilbur's head, smiling.
"I love you Wilbur..."
He smiled, nodding.
"I love you too, Schlatt."