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"Skeppy, I have to tell you something," Bad said. Its arms were crossed over its chest and it was leaning against a supporting pillar of their mansion, watching as Skeppy cornered the table. "It's really important." One of his hands untucked itself and pushed his glasses up his nose bridge.

It was morning, and while there was food on the table for the both of them, the demon didn't seem pleased at all. In all the years that Skeppy knew Bad, the only few times that he ever displayed a seriously displeased face was when Skeppy was being threatened. That was it. The playful disappointedness that he'd receive from him repeatedly swearing was not the same frown.

The blue gem-human hybrid was very wary, but he sat down slowly at the table, eyes wide; less from fear, but more in curiosity of what it had to say. Skeppy didn't do anything too bad these past few days, so that probably wasn't it—he thought while Bad also took a seat across from him. In fact, he'd say he'd been very well-behaved the past month and not been creating as much mischief as he could be. Maybe Bad was about to tell Skeppy to learn how to cook, because he wasn't going to be there forever or some shit like that—

"I… need you to move out for a week in six days."

It was a shock to Skeppy, so obviously his immediate reaction was to raise his voice and start asking questions, leaning over the food on the table. "What? Why?" he asked, eyebrows raised. He tried scanning Bad's face for any hint, any semblance of contradiction or lightheartedness on its part, but there was quite literally nothing. Nothing except a stern expression that meant he was entirely serious. Even his tail was directed straight up, not even swaying side-to-side in friendliness like it usually would be.

The air permeated with silence; Skeppy sat there with his mouth agape, wanting to say something but not having much anyway. So he closed his mouth, sighed, and sat back, waiting for Bad to continue. While his face did not remain accusatory, he did look upset.

Bad clasped his hands together. He raised his clawy pointer finger up and down and up and down in a rhythmic motion, as if using the beat to calm his own heart. "Every few months, I have… ruts." He spoke slowly, trying to choose its words carefully. "And when I have them, I become feral. And I need to, um…"

"You need to?" Skeppy prodded. He was now officially a hundred percent curious, not mad or shocked or feeling betrayed anymore. He even leaned in slightly again, with slightly-widened eyes to accentuate his question.

Bad sucked his lips together. Was he really going to tell Skeppy the truth? Well, he had to, since they were living together now, but this doesn't feel any less embarrassing with Skeppy's reaction—but at least he was being open? "Um… When I have ruts, I have the overwhelming urge to… breed something. Anything."

There were a few phases to Skeppy's thinking process. First, he comprehended the sentence. Second, it replayed in his head until the truth set in. Then, he had so, so many things to say. His head ducked low and his hands on the table turned into fists.  "Wait—like, anything anything?" he asked, whisper-yelling from across the table. "Like, breeding as in, like, coming in them?"

Bad nodded. In response, Skeppy laughed, but it wasn't a "this is so funny" sort of laugh—it was the one that you let out in disbelief. This whole situation almost seemed like some weird, fucked-up joke that Skeppy wasn't involved in; especially because he'd never been told about this before. His own best friend of years didn't mention anything of the like in the past decade or so that he knew him, so of course Skeppy laughed it off when it first sat him down in the middle of their kitchen and began explaining the (somewhat) embarrassing situation.

Bad's face was entirely crimson in the face as he needlessly rambled on; "I just…" It swallowed, eyes averted from Skeppy, who had a hand over his mouth. It felt dumb to be nervous about something as natural as his rut, but clearly Skeppy doesn't experience these sorts of things. Bad's throat went a little dry as he carefully thought about his next words. "I just entirely lose it, at least for a little while. It's kinda scary, but I need you to stay at your other house for a week while I… sort this out." He blinked at Skeppy, chest pumping as he nervously gauged his reaction.

Skeppy now perched his chin on top of his hand, face more serious now, observing Bad's expression. He clearly seemed really… nervous about this, by the way that it kept wringing its hands in a repetitive circular motion, dancing around each other. "Are you sure you're gonna be okay alone? If you really need help, I can stay with you." He reached a hand out to Bad, smoothing his fingers over his knuckles before its hand curled over.

Fingers interlocking, Bad paid more attention to the feeling of cool metal on his hand rather than his racing thoughts. "Um, I… I don't know, honestly? I just don't want to hurt you," he replied, "because you're my best friend. And like I said, they're really intense, so I…" He sighed through his nose, lips tight together and corners of the mouth stretched, slightly revealing two sharp fangs underneath. "Yeah." He puffed out his cheeks before deflating them again.

"I get that," Skeppy told him. "But, uh, I feel like I should help? Because you're my roommate and best friend and all that shit." He chuckles to himself, feeling Bad's grip tense slightly at the swear. "I just, um, want to see? What it's like?" He looks up at Bad again, who met his gaze.

"You… you want to see what my rut is like?" it asked, attempting to gain clarity in the odd situation. Skeppy nodded in response, only for Bad to say, "No. I might end up trying to do something to you, and I really don't want that to happen." His eyes kept switching from Skeppy to somewhere else in the room, as if Skeppy would just stop his line from questioning by sensing the discomfort.

But of course, Skeppy is Skeppy, so he didn't. "I'm, like, part diamond. I think if you tried to do something to me, I'd be fine," he told him.

"You don't understand. I'd only be thinking about that, I wouldn't be thinking straight the entire time, and you're—" Before Bad could say anything to incriminate himself, he shut his mouth. "I… I might actually hurt you, Skeppy. I can't control myself when I'm… in that state." He was clearly ashamed of himself, eyes trailing off to not look at Skeppy, fearing a disappointed or upset face on the other's features.

Skeppy looked at Bad, then at their hands together. Bad was significantly taller than him, standing at an impressive 9'6; and he had a point. If Bad used his unfiltered, raw strength, he could absolutely break Skeppy—and for some reason, Skeppy found that… intriguing? "Um, well…" He then returned his confident voice and cocky tone: "You can't get rid of me, Bad. I'm gonna do whatever I can to help you during your rut. So, worry less about yourself. You better get ready for me."

Bad almost seemed relieved at Skeppy's acceptance and even insistence of helping it during a… rough time. Well, at least, for him. Honestly, it felt like having somebody like Skeppy around, who he held in high regard, might make him feel a little worse once the rut actually did come around, but it was reassuring to think that Skeppy didn't find it that weird. Just different; which was expected from a relationship between a literal hell spawn and a human-diamond hybrid.

They finally dug into their food after holding their hands together a little bit more in appreciation, finally allowing Bad to relax his tense body. The food wasn't as hot or fresh anymore, but it still tasted good. It felt a little stupid to treat "the talk" so seriously in hindsight, but Bad really did fear Skeppy judging him for the things that he could not control. The best that they both could do was assist him as best as they could when it happened—if Skeppy wanted to help like he said he wanted to, that is. Bad wasn't going to force him.

"So, uh," Skeppy began between bites of his food, "how do you… prepare for that, exactly?"

"Well, I do chores, and a lot of them," Bad explained. Skeppy sensed a ramble coming on, as Bad began waving his eating utensils haphazardly as he talked, elbows resting on the table. "I clean every single one of my clothes, especially the ones on my back, because if I wear them they're gonna become all messy, and I need to make sure they're all good to wear, since it lasts a week."

Bad begins slicing a piece of his pancake with his fork and knife. "Then I clean my surroundings, top to bottom, but also try to keep it cozy. If I'm going to want to… well, breed, I have to keep it as comfortable as possible so I don't become irritated, so all surfaces have to be good to lay or lean over." Even though Skeppy had accepted it and was casually eating food across from him, Bad still felt slightly flushed in the face at explaining his whole rut process; the fancy way of saying his breed week. Maybe it's because Skeppy's eyes felt judgy on his skin.

But Bad trucked through his anxiety. "I eat a lot of food just so I have a lot of calories stored. Demon metabolism is slow, very slow, and we can store food over weeks and stuff, so just in case I eat as much as I can before I go into rut. But I still have food and snacks and water during my rut just in case," Bad continued rambling. He seemed to have gotten lost in his explanation, not even looking at Skeppy as he explained.

"I put away any valuables as well because I don't want to accidentally break anything while I'm… yeah. Oh! And I also make sure all my loved ones are safe before I do that. A week feels like forever, but it's really fast, and a lot can happen in a week. Especially because it's crazy around here." Bad popped the bit of pancake into his mouth, chewing and swallowing before speaking up again. "That's basically what I do, but honestly, my body is on autopilot the entire time the week before it happens. And I guess during it, too."

Skeppy didn't speak for a bit, processing his food, before saying, "That's… really impressive, honestly. I guess now I know why you didn't want to hang out that one time," he joked, looking at Bad to gauge his reaction.

Bad smirked, sharp whites appearing under his upper lip. "Hm, yeah," he replied. His face then turned serious again, lips turning into a frown as his eyes darted up to look at Skeppy. "I, uh, are you really sure you want to stick around for that?"

He hummed. "Honestly, you didn't tell me what you do during a rut, but I just wanna look after you," Skeppy said in response. Sure, maybe he was being overly pushy about it, but if Bad seriously said that he did not want Skeppy there at all, he'd stop pushing it.

Bad's lips parted slightly. Does he really want to answer his question? Yes, because it would help Skeppy understand the gravity of the situation, and what he'd try to do with him, but some shame and embarrassment still remained in him. Get over yourself, this is natural, he thought to itself, before speaking up: "Like I said, I try to breed. Anything. I come like crazy, refractory periods are basically nonexistent in my head, and I'm basically in a frenzy trying to… ahem the entire week, from when I get up to when I pass out, every single night." Bad chewed on his inner cheek, watching Skeppy's face for a response before a word even left his mouth.

Skeppy gulped, suddenly feeling his throat dry. That also sounded intriguing. Everything about this felt so odd, yet so right—maybe his reasoning for wanting to be there during Bad's rut was more selfish than he initially thought. "I'll help you," he decided.

Bad raised an eyebrow. "Help me? Are you sure?" he asked. This time, he was the one scanning Skeppy's face, looking for any hints of a joke, but only being able to glean uncertainty from him. "If you don't want to, that's fine. I've been handling it myself and they go okay—"

"Bad," Skeppy spoke over him, tone somewhat irritated. "I want to help you." He spoke more confidently, and the face matched as well, brows furrowing.

"I—How would you help me?" Bad asked, eyebrows furrowing. He wasn't sure why Skeppy wanted to help him so badly, but to be fair, Bad would bend over backwards to help Skeppy with anything he needed. They were just that close of friends, maybe.

"I'll provide snacks, water, food, whatever you want," Skeppy told him, jaw slightly relaxing. "And, if you want, I'll help you with the more… physical parts of the rut." A piece of his pancake entered his mouth; a simple little movement to distract him from the implications of his sentence.

Bad's thought process was more similar to Skeppy's; think about what was said, realize what he was actually saying, then have an internal freak out. What did he mean? Was he going to actually… "I'm still not following," Bad admitted, but he was only trying to ask for clarification. I can't do that.

Skeppy closed his eyes and breathed slowly. His heart was pounding now, and he was probably more nervous than Bad was about what he was going to say. He let out a shaky exhale and opened his eyes. "If you want to, you can… breed me."

Bad dropped his fork and butter knife, a grip loose enough to leave it, and they hit the plate with a small rattle. "You don't know what you're getting yourself into, Skeppy," he told him. There was no joke to be had there. That was Skeppy's final warning.

"Show me," Skeppy told him, with an unwavering tone that could only tell the demon that he was serious.

If only Skeppy ever listened to those warnings Bad gave him.

"Skeppy, you don't want to do this because you feel like you owe me something, right?" Bad asked.

It was the next day after, and Bad had begun his cleaning process. Skeppy learned that he liked to call his rut a "season cleaning", like spring-cleaning, but with the fact that it happened every few months like seasons changing, and with the extra addition of the demon draining his nut sack like his life depended on it. If demons had nut sacks like humans; Skeppy wouldn't know. Bad was currently doing the dishes while Skeppy helped out in disinfecting all surfaces, which in hindsight would be a daily task for the both of them anyway. They both were facing away from each other.

"Bad, trust me," Skeppy replied, leaning over and huffing as he dragged a rag drenched in some mysterious cleansing liquid across the countertops. "I wouldn't offer it if I wasn't a hundred percent down."

Bad rolled his eyes, even if Skeppy couldn't see it. He wasn't annoyed, but he did say, "You're really sure for somebody who doesn't know what they're getting into. And casual, too. You know, I'm just looking after you-"

"And I'm not a kid," Skeppy argued back, sounding a little irritated, "so don't 'look after me', okay?"

Bad sighed, shaking his head, rubbing the sponge on the surface of the plates they used to eat dinner. "Right. Well, if you're super serious about this, we're gonna have to talk about what's going to happen," he told him.

Skeppy seemed confused, raising an eyebrow and pausing his cleaning as he looked at the back of Bad's head. "What do you mean?" he asked.

Bad turned off the sink and wiped down his hands with a rag hanging off the oven handle, making sure none of the wetness was still on his hands. "Sit down, I have to talk to you about what I'm going to show you," he instructed, walking over to the table and sitting down. He also rolled down his sleeves.

The gem blinked, but sat down, leaving the cloth he was using to clean where it was. Under the lantern light, he sparkled and Bad glowed. "You're just gonna fuck me, right? There's not much to talk about," Skeppy told him.

It smiled and shook its head. "You are clearly misunderstanding this," Bad said, laughing a bit. "Um, well, I did tell you I basically become completely feral during ruts. My brain isn't used for anything during that time, and I'm just running… you know, on hormones." Prime, when did my life become explaining demon anatomy to Skeppy? it thought in amusement.

Skeppy, yet again, placed his hand on his cheek and leaned forward. "Yeah?" he asked.

"It's gonna be… really rough," the demon explained. "It's not gonna be soft at all. You're going to have to prepare, have a lot of stamina—all that stuff."

"I'm a gem. I'm not gonna break or hurt that easily, you know," Skeppy insisted almost childishly.

"I know," Bad said.

"Do you trust me?" Skeppy asked, head leaning in, as if accusing Bad.

Bad closed his eyes. "I do," he said, before opening his eyes, "but I don't trust myself. They're intense and rough and… It wouldn't be right if I ended up hurting you at all. Even if you could handle yourself, I'd feel guilty."

Skeppy's face turned sympathetic, and Bad also felt bad for himself. Even though he knows it isn't his fault for having these urges, he still feels bad about having them in the first place. If only it wasn't born a demon.

"Even if you don't trust yourself, I need you to trust me, okay?" Skeppy asked. "Even if it seems hard, I need you to do that. It's gonna bother you like it does everything else," he reasons, scrunching his nose, "so, please."

Bad sighs, eyes trailing off. "If I end up hurting you, you won't be mad?"

"I won't." Skeppy reaches his hand out, and Bad accepts it with his own clawed hand. "Is that all you want to talk about?"

"Uh, no." Bad swallowed thickly. Lips pursed awkwardly, he looks up at the gem. "I need you to prep."

"Prep for…?" Skeppy asked.

"We're gonna do it eventually, right? So you have to prep," the demon explained. He then paused, considering the situation and all of his friend's responses. "Have you never had sex before?"

Skeppy scoffed, and the blue gem was going to insist that he totally has had sex before, but that would be a straight-up lie—and something about Bad's face told him that he shouldn't be lying. So he sighed, in defeat, and replied, "No, I haven't."

"I can't do it for you because of my claws," Bad said, "but I can explain how you do it."

"Please do," Skeppy replied, and he almost wanted to crawl under the table and hide as Bad began explaining. Has Bad done this before? he thought to himself, face turning red. Whether out of embarrassment, "intrigue", or jealousy, he wouldn't know. The lines were so blurred that even squinting his eyes wouldn't help him.

At this point now, Bad was probably more nervous than Skeppy.

"I don't want to copy how I act during the ruts," Bad told him. He was kneeling on the floor, picking up their discarded clothing and throwing them in the laundry basket nearby, so he could clean them later—always the particular one. "So I'm not going to. This is just going to be standard sex between two friends. Then we can… try that whole rut thing if you still want it." His eyes then darted over to the bedside table to make sure that the right snacks, drinks, and potions were brought. He always felt so scatter-brained before a scene, but even moreso today. Golden carrots, water, and potions of healing. Perfect, it thought. Whether that had to do with who he was fucking and/or why was a question he didn't need answering anytime soon.

Skeppy nodded slowly. He was sitting on the edge of a nearly triple-sized bed—Bad's. It only made sense that if they were going to have sex, they'd have it on the bed that was much larger than Skeppy's. Skeppy had to literally climb a small stepladder to get onto the edge, as it was a bed that was made for a 9'6 demon, and his legs dangled off the edge precariously. Skeppy was stripped down to his underwear, while Bad was only shirtless, keeping on his pants; which the gem found it very hard to not gaze down at the tent that had risen, even if barely visible due to the black coloring and restrictive fabric.

It was exactly two days after they had the talk. On the first day, they spent a lot of time back and forth; Bad trying to convince Skeppy to not do what he wanted, and Skeppy trying to reassure Bad that he wasn't going to break in half (even if that's something he might have wanted). They both agreed that they were going to try to have sex once, similar to something Bad would do during ruts, in order for the both of them to make an informed judgment on the matter.

For Bad, the next few days would hopefully prove it right and Skeppy wrong. At the same time, however, he wondered if these moves would turn Skeppy from the demon entirely and their relationship would be changed forever. Maybe if that happened, it might be a good thing. And in the past few hours, Bad and Skeppy were having a long and boring talk about everything that was going to happen, including aftercare (which Skeppy had never even heard of before, so Bad explained it while stammering like an idiot the entire time) and procuring everything they would use.

For Skeppy, he wasn't sure how he'd even convinced Bad on his side, or why he even wanted to do it with him this much. It's out of genuine curiosity, he told himself. Nothing else. Just "intrigue". But for some reason, even as he told himself, he still felt his throat go dry and his heart beat against his chest while he looked up at Bad.

"I need words," Bad told him, eyes pointed at him like a sword. "You need to tell me words."

"Alright," Skeppy replied. "I'm ready for this, I swear."

"Alright," Bad echoed, nearly muttering under his breath. He breathed deeply in order to calm his racing nerves. Fucking your best friend was no joke, especially when you had anxieties about it. He stood there for a few seconds before saying, "I need you to scoot back on the bed, 'til you're in the middle."

Skeppy heeded his order. Using his hands and heels of his feet to hoist himself, he made his way behind him. It was only then he realized how large its bed was, looking behind him to see if he made it all the way. Even though he was already close to naked, he still felt embarrassed and exposed, especially when he was sporting his own bulge in his underwear.

Fortunately, Skeppy didn't have to wait long for action. In front of him, Bad got on the bed, his knees touching the soft mattress. He made his way over to Skeppy, between spread legs, and leaned over. He reached one of his clawed hands out, placing a hand on one of Skeppy's pecs, before pushing down lightly. The blue diamond trusted Bad and followed along until his back touched the bed.

Suddenly, on his back, Skeppy felt extra exposed and, now, hyperaware. Suddenly he was aware of how intensely Bad was staring down at him, how Bad's thighs were tucked beneath Skeppy's knees, keeping them open, how Bad's thumb went down his abdomen, how Bad's cock was right on top of Skeppy's. Of course, they were obstructed with fabric, but Skeppy's lips separated in a quiet moan while Bad rubbed themselves together.

"If you don't want this, let me know," Bad told him. He leaned over him, grabbing one of the pillows that Skeppy brought into the bedroom, since they were his size. "I don't want this to change us." He grabbed another one of his pillows and placed it underneath Skeppy's waist and hips, lifting him up with a single hand and with equal amounts of ease.

Skeppy let out a tense breath from… Well, everything, to be honest. I think we're too late for that, he thought. He closed his eyes, focusing on the feeling of Bad rubbing against him. It was nice that Bad was trying to make him feel comfortable; but then again, Bad was just a nice person, despite his name.

"Words, Skeppy," the demon reminded him.

"Just keep going," Skeppy said. Just like yesterday when Bad was explaining prepping to him, he felt like hiding in the large expanse of Bad's comforter and blankets; he just wanted to get it over with, not bothering with all the little things, and getting fucked.  

Even though it had half a mind to tell Skeppy off for his tone, Bad just nodded. "I'm going to undo my pants now," it told him.

Skeppy opened his eyes as Bad pulled away a bit, now sitting up straight on his knees. Skeppy was almost holding his breath, watching the demon's movements closely with all of his attention. Two large hands made their way onto the band of his pants, almost toying it a little with a thumb tactfully placed inside. It almost made Skeppy squirm waiting, but Bad began undoing the button and zipper. It almost felt agonizingly slow for Skeppy—he wanted to see how big it was. Not because he was attracted to Bad (although he wasn't a hundred percent sure on that front), but because he was curious. Bad is 9'6 for Prime's sake, so Bad had to be packing.

Bad placed both thumbs into his pants and pulled both that and his underwear down, and a large, mouth-watering cock sprung out. It was black, just like the rest of his body, but with ridges behind the head and purplish veins underneath the skin. It also had a red tip—and, as expected, it was fucking large. Easily ten inches, maybe even more. And the way it just fit nicely in Bad's hand was unfair, curving upright.

Skeppy reached a hand out, but nearly forgot his manners. "Can I touch?" Skeppy asked, eyes looking up at Bad for permission.

It shrugged, tilting its head slightly. "Go ahead; it's gonna be inside you anyways," Bad acknowledged dismissively.

And for some reason, that "intrigued" Skeppy.

His hand made contact with Bad's cock and it practically jumped in his hand. Bad closed his eyes and Skeppy's mouth remained open in perpetual awe. With only one hand, he could barely hold a third of the base, and with two hands, he could almost hold half of it. "Is it, uh, gonna fit?" he asked warily.

"You're the one that prepped yourself," Bad argued back playfully. His tone then turned light again. "I, um, if we need to, then I can wait until you prep a little bit more." He pauses, before stuttering, "If-if that's what you want, of course. Or if you just want to, like, not do this, then that's fine too—"

Skeppy brushed a thumb on the underside of Bad's head, causing him to shudder. "I think I'll be fine," he said. He bounced it up and down on his hand, feeling the weight. It looked big in Bad's hand, and Skeppy's hand barely wrapped around a third of his large cock. "Put it in me," he resigned, letting go of Bad's cock.

Bad nodded dutifully, scooting back a little bit before his hands reached down to Skeppy's underwear—some unappealing grey-white boxers that Skeppy threw on this morning and didn't bother changing into something "sexier" (not that Skeppy had anything sexy). It looked up for his permission, and when he nodded back, Bad's claws sunk between the space of the skin and fabric and began pulling it down slowly; even slower than Bad taking off his pants.

Skeppy observed how mesmerized Bad looked while taking off his underwear, as if ogling. "You're dragging this out," he mumbled.

Bad stopped and his eyelids dropped, taking his claws out and tapping them on Skeppy's skin, creating a small clink clink clink noise. "I'm giving you every opportunity to back out of this," he justified.

"Do you not want to do this?" Skeppy asked.

Bad looked back down to the tent in Skeppy's underwear, then back up to his eyes. "Well, um," he began. "... I don't mind."

"That's not a good enough answer," Skeppy argued back. He crossed his arms over his bare stomach. "It's a yes or no question."

Bad sighed. "Yes, I want to do this," he said quietly and in a defeated tone, as if embarrassed of the truth. He then resumed taking off Skeppy's underwear, just enough down the thighs for his cock to also spring out.

The blue gem underneath him squirmed and Bad gripped his waist—gentle enough to barely press into his skin, but just enough force to keep Skeppy still while he looked at his cock. "You're average-sized?" Bad asked. "Can I touch it?"

"Why are you asking me about the size of my dick?" Skeppy asked, laughing slightly. "And, uh, yeah. I touched yours so…" Skeppy took in a breath, knowing what's coming next. "Only fair."

Instead of grabbing, however, Bad dipped his head down. "Just curious." That was when he grabbed his cock, tilted it to the side, and licked a long strip up the side. It made Skeppy shake and moan, trying to move under its grip, but Bad only stared up with an amused glint in his eyes. You're so pretty, it wanted to tell him. Instead, Bad swirled his tongue around his cock before putting Skeppy's cock inside his mouth with ease. It was warm at the base but felt slightly cold at the tip; just as odd as the rest of his body.

He gasped, feeling Bad's tongue on his cock, and he gripped the sheets underneath him. Its mouth felt so warm, so nice around his dick, and Skeppy wanted to squirm so badly underneath him, thrust deeper into the hot cavern that was Bad's mouth. "Bad," Skeppy moaned. "Fuck."

Bad popped off with a plop and laughed a bit, wrapping his hand around the wet cock. "When I flatten out my tongue against it," he began, "it almost wraps around your dick." He gave Skeppy a smile, the same kind and adoring smile he would always give him. "You're so small."

"I get it, you're a Netherborn, quit it," Skeppy whined, voice shaky, as Bad began stroking Skeppy's cock. It looked so small in comparison to Bad's gargantuan hand. "You're—ah!"

Bad's hand stilled and grip tightened; and his smile turned into a big, toothy, and predatory grin. "I think I'll break you, Skeppy," he said. His voice was low and dangerous, and his eyes were practically devouring him. He then giggled, "I think I'm gonna eat you whole, S'geppy."

The air left Skeppy's lungs and he felt his brain short circuit, eyes widening in surprise. "N- Bad, are you okay?" he asked, wondering where the change came from. He wasn't complaining though; he felt hot, all over his chest and on his face, but the hue was only a slightly darker blue.

Bad let go of Skeppy's dick, letting it flop against his lower stomach. "I'm fine," he replied, but his voice was still low. Skeppy hadn't heard him speak like this before. Would he speak more like this during his rut? he wondered, as his eyes trailed up and down Bad's body. He had a nicely-toned figure, not too lean but not too built either. He was just fine.

It reached behind it in order to put up its hair with a loose hair tie that dangled from its wrist. "I'm gonna try putting it in you now." For emphasis, Bad scooted up again, sitting on his knees and tucking his thighs under Skeppy's legs—before slapping his cock down next to the gem's, for a size comparison.

This way, Skeppy could see the difference much better. Bad was longer than Skeppy and had much more girth than him; its dick was huge, and probably twice as big as his own. "You're—massive," Skeppy sputtered. If he could take this, he'd probably be able to take anything. Maybe not Foolish though, no living being would be able to take that man. And he wouldn't want to take anyone else's; he wasn't into men (neither was Bad… maybe).

Bad leaned over Skeppy and reached for his nightstand, producing a bottle of transparent liquid, which he quickly undid the lid on and poured a good amount on his hand. Sitting on his knees, he then wrapped the dirty hand around his cock, sighing a bit at the friction and the cool feeling. He then began to stroke himself a bit, trying to get lube all over his dick, but also using it as an excuse to relieve himself of the neediness he felt inside.

For Skeppy, this was a dream, as he stared at Bad in awe. For Bad, the dominance was an act; a little play for him to put on to distract him from his racing thoughts, which only worsened once he heard the way Skeppy hummed, almost whining in anticipation once Bad pressed its cock against his hole. To both of them, this was surreal, and something neither of them thought would happen, but always thought what if it were.

"Gonna go really slowly," Bad whispered quietly, rubbing his tip against Skeppy to ease himself inside.

Skeppy nodded, and that was when Bad began slowly pushing itself in, gripping its base while looking at Skeppy for any signs of discomfort. Skeppy was holding tight onto the sheets (because if he felt like he wouldn't, he would die) with his back arched and head tilted back. He was trying so hard to relax, breathing in sighs, but Bad was big and Skeppy clearly didn't prepare well enough for his size. Though, to be fair to the much smaller diamond, Skeppy had no clue Bad was packing—only dreamt about it.

"You're really tight, Skeptical," Bad murmured. He was barely a third of the way in—maybe more accurately he was a fourth of the way in—and had much more to go, but he stopped and just sat with his tip in. Fortunately for Skeppy, that was the biggest part of his cock; the rest of it was not as big, but the length intimidated him as well. "You're taking me so well, I promise." His voice was nearly a whisper now.

"I'm gonna die," Skeppy whined. An arm was draped over his forehead as he craned his neck down to look at Bad. Much quieter, he said, "I'm gonna die."

"Relax, Geppy," Bad told him in a soft voice, almost like a coo. He had one arm supporting his upper body as he leaned over the small ore, and one hand on the base of his cock to keep it steady as he entered in, little by little. "You're doing great. Not gonna die, I promise."

"Fuck," Skeppy groaned, tilting his head back and arching his back. "You're gonna kill me."

The demon felt anxiety coming on. "Does it hurt?" Bad finally asked, eyes knitting together. His voice turned slightly meek.

"No," Skeppy panted out. He closed his eyes, biting his bottom lip, murmuring out, "I— mmmmgh. " Both hands came together to cover his eyes, elbows in the air, back arching impossibly further, and head digging into the pillow underneath him.

You look so pretty, Bad wanted to tell him. But he kept his mouth shut as he continued entering more and more inside Skeppy. He had a task to focus on, which was… coming inside his best friend. He tuned out his thoughts as best as he could, but as soon as the thought crossed his mind, he already was too far deep. His cock throbbed slightly inside of Skeppy, causing him to whine. "You're doing really good," the demon whispered. He stopped again, bringing both of his thumbs to the dips in Skeppy's hips, rubbing them in a circular motion to calm him down.

"Mmm, Bad," Skeppy slurred. His face was now buried into the crook of his arm, hiding his eyes from the demon's tense gaze. "How much more to go?"

"You're halfway there," Bad confirmed, leaning back a little, and staring at where its dick was inside of him. "How are you feeling, Geppy?"

He sighed, trying to relax his nerves. "I'm gonna float," Skeppy responded. He then put the arm underneath the pillow and the other one on his stomach. "How are you only halfway in? I feel like I'm gonna burst," he joked, a small smile on his face. He looked down at Bad, and that was when Skeppy noticed a bump in his lower abdomen. Small, but noticeable, and it made his cock rise slightly. "Um, what's that?" He pointed it out with his finger, before using his hand to push it down a little.

Bad laughed a bit. "I think that's me, inside of you," he said. "I've never seen that before. It's crazy…"

Oh. So Bad has done this before. Skeppy wasn't sure why an odd feeling came in his chest upon realizing that, but it certainly wasn't because he had feelings for his best friend. "Yeah, hah," Skeppy followed, but he didn't sound too excited. There was a lot to think about and feel right now. "Keep going, I think I can take it." That should be enough to distract him, maybe; taking his best friend's monster cock.

Bad nodded. "Okay, now I want you to wrap your legs around my waist," he instructed, "so I can get fully inside." He placed balled fists on the mattress on either side of Skeppy as Skeppy lifted his legs slightly, feeling the sensation in his ass change a bit, and wrapped them around Bad's large waist. "I'm still gonna go slow, though. Tell me if it becomes too much and I'll stop."

"Prime, you're so—" and Skeppy scoffed, "— anal about these things." 

Skeppy laughed, trying to ease the tension in the situation, but Bad groaned in response, closing his eyes. "Don't laugh, you get so tight," it complained, and Skeppy was quick to shut up out of embarrassment.

Bad huffed cool air out of his mouth, gripping his base again before beginning to slowly ease more and more inside. "You got this, Geppy," he reassured. "Gonna get it all inside of you." His eyes stayed trained on the man below him; specifically his hole, as he trusted Skeppy to tell him if it was a bit too much.

Mentally, the blue diamond was floundering in his head. To be honest, no part of this was very pleasurable yet, but something about the stretching and the anticipation made him… "intrigued". He was intrigued about a lot of things in this process, but luckily he had the comfort of knowing Bad wasn't ever making fun of him for inexperience. "Thank you," he said quietly, "you're really nice to me, Bad." His eyes fluttered closed, hand still remaining on the part of his stomach where the bulge was.

"It's what you deserve," Bad told him, and Skeppy swore that his heart fluttered in his chest. The demon was breathing evenly and slowly to calm himself down, trying to not make any sudden movements. Something about this whole situation was crazy to him, nothing that he could dream of in a million years. "Almost there." It placed its hand on Skeppy's hip before it began to push in a bit more again.

Maybe it's just how big Bad was, or maybe it was due to his inexperience in sex, but Skeppy was a little bit overwhelmed at how much it all felt. How much it hurt, how Bad reached everything inside of him, and how much Skeppy liked it. And out of everything, it was the last one he was the most worried about. "Please, I don't know how much more I can take," Skeppy whispered quietly. He cracked his eyes open for a second to look at Bad before he shut his eyes yet again.

"One more inch," Bad reminded him. "Just this bit and you'll have it all inside. I can't believe you could fit this much, Geppy, I think you're a size king." He took care to not look or sound too excited about the last comment. "You're impressive." His thumb on Skeppy's waist began rubbing up and down slowly, claw grazing metallic skin lightly.

Skeppy laid there, breath completely halted; he was waiting for Bad to tell him he did it, that he took his gigantic monster cock completely inside. It was only a few couples of seconds later that he realized that the demon above him stopped moving. He opened his eyes and saw Bad, grinning like a dopey idiot while staring back up at him.

"Holy shit, Skeptical," Bad murmured. "You really did take everything. You're so perfect…" His voice trailed off, almost in awe, as he looked back down at Skeppy's body. The bump in his stomach got a little bigger, considering there was much more of Bad inside of him. "You're so pretty," he praised, thinking out loud.

"Thanks," Skeppy responded, laughing a breathy laugh. He followed Bad's eyesight, looking at the bulge again and moving his hand out of the way so he could get a good look as well. "Um, so, what now?" He glanced back up at Bad, keeping his legs locked tight around Bad's waist.

Bad's tail swooped in—it was charcoal black like the rest of his body, and wiry and thin like a demon's tail would, but it evened out to a spade shape at the end. It wrapped around Skeppy's thigh, squeezing it slightly, causing him to shutter his eyes. "We wait here until you fully adjust, then I can start… actually fucking you," it informed him. "Or if you want to stop here, that's fine."

Skeppy shook his head. "No, this is fine. Just, uh, go softly?" he suggested.

Bad nodded. "I won't hurt you, I promise," he reassured him, "I'll try to make it feel good." He leaned back, standing up on his knees, and grabbing Skeppy's waist. "And if I do, you'll tell me?" he asked.

"You don't know. I might end up liking it if you hurt me," Skeppy joked, but his demeanor changed when he saw the face Bad gave him. It was indescribable. Does Bad want to hurt me? he thought. And why do I kinda want that? He didn't mean to tease Bad, and he had no idea—

"Let's try not to do anything hardcore today," Bad replied, face returning to a more neutral position. "I'm gonna move now if you have no objections."

Skeppy nodded and tried his best to get comfortable underneath the demon, without moving the lower half of his body much. "You have my full permission to do your worst," he said, giving him a smug grin. "Impress me."

Bad muttered something about being a virgin before he slowly moved his hips back and forth. He took care to be very, very gentle. His purchase on Skeppy's waist was feather light and he just dragged slowly, wanting the precious diamond to get used to the feeling before it became overwhelming and intense. "Just relax," its soothing voice reminded him, completely juxtaposed to such a vulnerable moment between the two.

The eyes of the man underneath him cracked open a bit to watch Bad move his hips back and forth, keeping Skeppy's hips still with his hands. He snaked one of his hands down to capture Bad's, and their fingers interlocked together in exactly the same way two days ago; palm-to-palm. "Feels a little weird," Skeppy murmured, chin nearly touching his chest.

"Is it a bad kind of weird?" Bad asked, slowing his thrusting even more.

Honestly, Skeppy could go insane with everything going on. Bad not fucking him would drive him insane. Bad fucking him would drive him equally insane. "No, it's a good kind of weird," he corrected. "Please keep going."

Bad scoffed a little, letting go of Skeppy's hand and placing both of them on his hips yet again. "You have to improve your communication skills a little bit more, buddy," he teased. His claws dipped into Skeppy's skin slightly as he gripped tighter; his tail ran up and down his thigh while still being curled tight around it, the end of the tail rubbing his inner regions.

"It's not my fault I haven't had se—ugh, Bad, oh my Prime—" Bad began pushing and pulling his hips, as well as using the leverage on Skeppy's waist to pull him into every thrust. It still wasn't rough or fast, but it was a decent enough speed to have the eyes roll to the back of Skeppy's little head. "You're gonna actually kill me, I—oh! " He arched his back and his hands reached out for anything to grab, and Bad's arms were the first thing to grip.

Bad hunched over Skeppy; he was too tall to reach, but he really wanted to bite him all over. Or at least kiss, as leaving any marks might seem to be a bit much for now. "You sound pretty, too," he complimented. His eyes trailed down a little bit and watched, mesmerized, as Skeppy's cock bounced up and down in the air, with tiny skin-slapping noises to boot. "Pretty."

"You're gonna destroy me," Skeppy moaned out, but the thought only seemed to excite him. He finally began starting to feel pleasure after all that buildup, and it was electrifying. His head dug into the pillow behind him and he sang to the ceiling with his noises. "You're gonna— mmmmh, fuck." He closed his eyes, panting through his mouth. His head felt so fuzzy, like all the thoughts were leaking out of his mouth and all that was left was fuzzy, unimagineable pleasure.

Bad grinned. He felt a little predatory side of him start to creep in as he gripped tighter and sped up his thrusts, but he tried his best to keep his demon side contained. He could destroy Skeppy if he wanted, being nearly twice as tall as him, but he kept it satiated by paying close attention to Skeppy's pretty noises and how good it clearly felt for him. It was always nice to have such a warm and wet sensation around his cock. "You're so pretty, S'geppy," he repeated. It was something said a lot this night, but he couldn't stop thinking about it.

"I—oh," Skeppy dumbly replied. He couldn't even think of what to say; his mouth hung open and he was practically drooling as Bad thrusted in and out of him. He slurred, "I's really nice." He opened his eyes a little bit to see Bad's dangerous gaze.

Bad oh-so badly wanted to ruin him even further, to push him to and past his limits, but he couldn't. This was Skeppy's first time, and he was completely losing it to how nice it felt; it would be a bit much to introduce him to the more intensive side of play. So he decided to keep it light, calling him good and pretty and praising Skeppy for taking his dick so well—degradation would have to wait for another time, but that would be an even longer conversation that future Bad would worry about.

"Tell me when you feel like coming," present Bad said, training his eyes down on his cock. It was almost mesmerizing, the way that Bad thrusting in and out of Skeppy looked. It was sinful; a tiny blue diamond capable of taking something a fraction of his size. "I don't wanna overstimulate you." He allowed himself to indulge in the pleasure, closing his eyes and tilting his head back, biting his lower lip as his pelvic area practically lit up with the amount of arousal that it felt.

"Bad," Skeppy whined out. That's all he was thinking of—Bad, Bad, Bad. He wanted nothing more than to stay underneath Bad forever, taking his cock, and if his rut was going to be a weeklong fuck fest, Skeppy doesn't think he would complain. Not that he was thinking rationally; he felt like his brain was getting fucked out by Bad and there was only a fog of pleasure, ecstasy and brain rot for the demon. "Wanna, wanna kiss."

Admittedly, Bad was caught a little off-guard, but he didn't want to possibly upset Skeppy by rejecting his request. Not that he would reject Skeppy, even if he asked for the world. He stopped thrusting for a few seconds and wrapped his arms around his small body, Skeppy letting out a displeased and confused noise, before he sat Skeppy up on his lap. "This way, you can kiss me," Bad offered. He moved around a bit on the bed until he sat on the headrest, and grabbed a pillow from the bed to tuck behind his back.

In liue of kissing him properly, the diamond left kisses on Bad's collarbone, which was fine enough for the smaller one to let out small coos. Skeppy sighed out Bad's name in content again, before Bad began thrusting up gently and moving Skeppy's hips downward. Their hips met on every thrust and Skeppy literally felt like the happiest living thing on the SMP. " Prime, Bad, you're—"

Skeppy let out a loud moan, feeling his prostate hit straight-on. He wasn't able to get his sentence out, as Bad kept hitting that same spot. He failed to get it consecutively, but once he got it down, Skeppy felt static in his mind as Bad kept pounding into the same spot, over and over again. "Bad!"

"So good," Bad whispered. Skeppy was now draped over him like a blanket, arms wrapped around his neck, and Bad smiled a little bit. He kept a tight grip on Skeppy's waist as he thrusted up and down, pushing and pulling his waist. "You feel good, Geppy?" His little tail peeked out from behind his back and the tip grazed the small of Skeppy's back.

"Good," Skeppy replied between moans. "So good." He let out an intense sigh as Bad reached a hand up to wipe some saliva from the corner of the blue boy's mouth. "Wanna, uhn."

Bad's hand returned to Skeppy's small waist. "Do you wanna come, Geppy?" He sped up his thrusting even more.

"Puh-please," Skeppy begged, shutting his eyes tight. "Need it! Hmmh, need it so bad." His legs tightened around Bad just as his hole did as well. It was starting to hurt a little bit around his rim, bringing tears to his eyes, but he liked the pain. It felt nice, even though it should be uncomfortable.

Bad smiled. A toothy, dangerous, predatory grin as his slim tail wrapped around Skeppy's cock. There was enough of it to wrap around half of the base, and Bad even spat down on it to give his cock lube as his tail began jerking off Skeppy. "Come when you wanna," it tells him, listening to Skeppy whine on his chest, "you're such a good boy."

Skeppy felt all the arousal pool in his stomach and out his cock as he arched his back and came, painting Bad's dark torso ropes of white cum. "Fuck! Bad," Skeppy moaned out, panting loudly. Bad slowed down his thrusting, helping him milk out his orgasm, before pulling out slowly once Skeppy began whining due to overstimulation. The demon slowly laid Skeppy down on the bed and reached for the bedside table, trying to grab the potion of healing. "No," Skeppy croaked out.

Bad stopped all movements, tail pointing straight up behind him. "No?" he asked, looking at the blue diamond on his bed. Little splotches of cum were also on his chest, and his Adam's apple bobbed while staring at him.

"You didn't come," Skeppy pointed out.

And Bad knew that. His cock was throbbing. He was painfully hard. "I don't need to come, Geppy, it's fine," he said. "I can take care of it myself later." He put his clawy hand on Skeppy's wrist, wrapping around it as a way to reassure him. "Want to take care of you."

Skeppy's lips pursed and, through his haze, grabbed Bad's cock. It gasped, but didn't protest as Skeppy began moving his hand up and down his shaft. Even though he's touched himself plenty of times before, giving someone a handjob was an entirely different skill that he did not exactly possess. His inexperience was palpable, and even the sometimes-oblivious Bad picked up on it.

Bad said, "Get up, use your other hand too."

And Skeppy was eager to follow, scrambling to get on his knees in front of Bad. Upon realizing the awkward angle and unsatisfying handjob, the pair then shuffled around a little bit; Skeppy had to kneel on that stupid stepladder he used to get on the bed as Bad sat on the edge. The smaller man made a small mental note to bitch at Bad later for having to use the dumb stepladder, but right now he wanted to get Bad off. He was sort of curious how much he would come.

Now, Skeppy was able to use both of his hands. Even with two hands, his cock couldn't hold half of it and his fingers barely wrapped around it. "So big," Skeppy panted, honestly thinking out loud. He began jerking his hand up and down the shaft as quickly as he could, occasionally rubbing his thumb over the head when they came up.

"You think you can use your mouth?" Bad suggested. "You—you don't have to if you don't want to, Skeppy, fuck." He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, feeling Skeppy run his thumb over Bad's slit. There was a lot to take in. "I don't expect you to take it down your throat—it's a lot, heh—but you could, ah, put the head in your m-mouth."

And Skeppy was about to do literally anything Bad asked.

Skeppy's head swooped in, lips kissing the head of Bad's cock before wrapping his lips around the tip. He fluttered his eyes closed and began attempting to simultaneously pump his hands and head. He heeded Bad's warning by not trying to take more than the tip in his mouth (he knows it's too big for that anyway), being content with what he was doing already. And it all seemed to be working; Bad loved it, judging by the loud moans he was letting out in the room.

"Geppy, you're so f- fucking good," Bad groaned out. One of his hands reached for Skeppy's head, fingers buried in a mop of blue hair with an oddly rough texture, too different from silky human hair. Heavy-lidded eyes looked down at the blue diamond on his knees below him, giving him a bit of a power trip. "Use your tongue, keep goin', ah-!"

Skeppy let out a moan underneath him. Arousal began pooling in his lower stomach again, getting hard again as he continued his ministrations as best as he could. His rhythm wasn't consistent, often speeding up and slowing down at awkward times, but Bad wasn't going to complain on what was most likely Skeppy's first hand and blowjob.

"Keep that up and I'm going to come," Bad told him. Both of his hands reached down to Skeppy's shoulders, settled where the neck and the collarbone meet. It was trying to not thrust in, trying so hard not to fuck his mouth; trying so hard to not lose to the arousal and fuck his friend until its brain felt like mush and he finally came. "Prime, Geppy, I love— fuck! "

With that exclamation, Bad finally came in Skeppy's mouth, honestly catching him off-guard as the cum hit the back of his throat. Skeppy pulled off of Bad's dick, letting go of it, and coughed a little bit before attempting to swallow it. A little bit of cum shot out of his dick again and hit Skeppy's chest, causing him to gasp.

"S-sorry," Bad chuckled, out of breath. He paused, smiling a bit while trying to catch his breath. "Um, do you need help with that?" he asked, using his foot to prod Skeppy's thigh open—bringing attention to Skeppy's hard-again cock.

Skeppy felt himself blushing again. "No," he responded, "I'll just wait for it to go down. I think I'll pass out if I go again." His throat felt a little rough from his moaning from earlier, even though he could literally complain all day at the top of his voice and still have energy at the end of the day. He supposed it's different when a large cock was knocking the air out of you every second. "Can I stay here with you?" Despite asking, he was already beginning to crawl back into Bad's bed, crawling over its lap.

"You have to," Bad insisted. "I'd feel bad if I wasn't able to look after you now." He was always sort of a caring figure for many people, and it was no different for his partners in bed. He even told Skeppy about aftercare for a reason; he breathed slowly as he finally grabbed that potion of healing that he wanted to feed him earlier. "Drink up," he said, handling it to Skeppy, who was already laying back on his bed. "I'm going to get a wet towel."

Skeppy nodded and pulled the cork off the cap with a satisfying pop, rolling onto his side and propping his upper body with his elbow. A sweet smell emanated from the potion as he brought his nose close to it. It could be the pleasant scent, but he already felt partially cured of his aching body from being treated like a rag doll (half-joking, partially true). He brought it to his lips, bottoms up in the air as he drank, gulping down the sweetness. It was way different from the salty cum he just had to drink.

But personally, he'd do it again.

That was when Bad came back into the room with a wet hand towel in one hand, Skeppy closing the bottle again and discarding it on the bed. "Let me clean you up," he offered, walking to the bed in the middle of his room. As he approached the side of the bed, he swiped a golden carrot off of it and held it out to Skeppy. "You hungry?" he asked, and smiled when Skeppy took it off of his hands before promptly laying down on the bed.

"You have to sit up to eat that, you know, otherwise it'll go down your throat wrong," Bad slightly reprimanded him. He began blotting the towel on Skeppy's body, beginning with the middle of his chest; it was slightly warm, and it was wet enough for him to be clean of all the cum and sweat, but not enough to completely drench him in water. If anything, his body would soak it up and his skin would be moisturized. It was kind of thoughtful.

"It won't be the only thing going down my throat wrong today," Skeppy joked, with some sort of smug grin like he told the best joke in the universe. It might be him coming down from the high too. He let out a little giggle at Bad cleaning his stomach with little rubs, trying to get him to laugh.

Bad scoffed. "Shut up," he laughed. The towel then ran over his thighs and legs, and Bad tried extra carefully to not overstimulate Skeppy. After that, he sat back. "Roll over for me, Gep, I need to get your back too." Once Skeppy rolled onto his stomach, upper body prepped up on his elbows yet again, Bad began cleaning his back.

As Skeppy bit a piece off of the golden carrot, he realized something; Bad was now being really soft with him. If he didn't notice the somewhat odd texturing from the towel on his back, he probably wouldn't notice Bad cleaning him at all—the touching was that light. It was almost sort of sweet how caring Bad was, even though Skeppy always knew it. He closed his eyes, swallowing the bit of carrot, and his heart fluttered as the towel traveled further past his waist, down his ass, towards his legs and feet. He's so nice to me, he thought. I think I love him.

"Done," Bad finally said. He placed the towel on his bedside table, as well as grabbing the empty potion bottle from the bed and putting it on the towel. "You can stay here, if you want. I sleep after sex."

"What, do other entities go outside right after sex?" Skeppy joked. He assumed that Bad's suggestion was an invitation to stay in his bed, so he began making himself comfortable, legs and torso slipping underneath the sheets.

Bad held the blanket so Skeppy could get in, considering the size made it too heavy for the smaller man to lift. He even fixed the pillows for him, using the ones that Skeppy specifically brought into the bedroom, since they were (a) more for his size and (b) to Skeppy's exact preference, of course. Bad's pillows were softer; Skeppy's were more firm.

"Some entities prefer cuddling, some sleep, some talk, some don't," Bad said, also getting into the bed alongside Skeppy. He watched as Skeppy finished up the carrot, head slightly resting on the headboard so he's not fully laying down, heeding the demon's advice. "I tend to get really sleepy after sex, but if you want to cuddle, we can do that."

"I might feel better if we do," Skeppy said. "But you did so much for me already, it's fine." He let out a small smile, offering the stem of the carrot to Bad, to which Bad plopped in his mouth and swallowed down without even chewing. It was just that small.

Bad nodded. "Alright, come here, Gep," he said, body sinking into the sheets. He opened his arms, allowing Skeppy to come into them; he held Skeppy close to his chest, which Skeppy seemed to like, as he closed his eyes and allowed himself to be spooned by Bad. After a few minutes of silence, Bad closed his eyes too. "Are you feeling okay?" he asked. His tail came up behind Skeppy to rub his back in a repetitive, soothing motion.

"I'm okay," Skeppy replied. "It was… really good. Great, even."

"That's good," Bad agreed. He hummed a little bit, reaching a finger up to inspect the locks of Skeppy's hair. "We can talk about it more tomorrow once we're fully rested up, okay?"

Skeppy's heart skipped a beat. "Okay." He realized how close he was to Bad. He realized how much this would change his relationship with him.

So, obviously, he was intrigued.

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Skeppy woke up with a hum and a gentle yawn. He felt like he's never had a well-rested night quite like this before in his life.

It felt warm all around him; so comfortable that he could go back to sleep and snooze for another hour, delay today's things for the afternoon. But unfortunately, his past self would come to bite him in the ass—harder than it was fucked last night. As he huddled into the warmth that surrounded him, he realized that, for the first time ever, he was brushing against bare skin on his back. When he looked down, he noticed he woke up with an arm around him, holding him close to the entity behind him, back-to-chest. One of his hands reached up to grab at their hand, and he realized he's touched this skin so many times before.

Then the memories came back to him. Bad's voice, the aching in his lower back and thighs, how good it felt, how his mind went completely numb and he stopped worrying about anything. And, worst of all, his dumb pleasure-driven brain fog thinking, I think I love him. If present Skeppy could slap past Skeppy in the face right now, he probably would—anything to avoid this stupid crisis he was having right now. Maybe it wasn't that deep, he attempted to reason, but he can't deny how he remembered the tug on his heartstrings while Bad insisted on taking care of him. The way he felt while Bad blotted his body down with a wet hand towel, or how he allowed Skeppy to kiss him while he railed his brains out.

I need to get out of this stupid bed right now, Skeppy thought. Even if it is nice. He sighed a bit, really wanting to stay, but he relented and began slipping out of the bed. Thanks to the potion of healing Bad made him take, the aching in his body was minimal, and he had most of his movement spared from pain. Most, not all; there was some pain from last night's activities centered at his ass. He felt cold again as Bad's arm slipped off of the diamond and onto the bed, and felt like a scared fox when Bad let out a small mumble of complaint. Skeppy took caution in carefully sliding out of the covers and off of the bed, trying to make as little noise and movement as possible to prevent Bad from stirring awake. He then quickly stepped out of the room, closing the bedroom door shut behind him; possibly waking up Bad, as the door slammed, making Skeppy cringe.

Regardless, the blue diamond went to his room. He had so many things he wanted to do, and so many things to think about, but the first thing was probably to take a shower. It would be a nice way to clear his head, and although he appreciated the gentle, heartwarming towel bath that he received from the demon last night, it probably wasn't the most effective cleanup method. Luckily, living in a modern mansion has its quirks, especially proper plumbing that was worked out by other, more talented members of the SMP. He was always a sucker for the positives, rather giddy as he stepped into his own bedroom.

Skeppy closed his bedroom door and quickly made a beeline for the bathroom. While waiting for the water to warm up, he sat on the edge of the bathtub, thinking about everything and nothing at the same time. It felt like none of his thoughts were able to be controlled, like his brain was possessed to only think about last night. At the same time, he thought that he should think of something, anything else than being fucked by your best friend less than twelve hours ago; but telling your brain to not do something is often an invitation for it to do it more. Needless to say, Skeppy got nowhere on the distraction front, but hopefully a nice shower would clear his head. Think about anything other than last night.

As Skeppy stepped into the tiled shower, he let out a large sigh, allowing his shoulders to roll down and finally rest in a comfortable position. He felt tense the entire morning after coming to his senses, and it only felt like now he was able to feel relief and relax a bit. So, he allowed himself to breathe, practicing deep breathing, just like Bad instructed him to last night. Relax, Geppy, his brain supplied in a BadBoyHalo-like voice. You're doing great. Not gonna die, I promise. And fuck, he was thinking about it again. Heat pooled in his gut as he remembered more from last night, and now he thought he was actually going to die yet again.

“Fuck,” Skeppy groaned out loud, covering his face with his hands. The soft sounds of water hitting slightly metallic skin reverberated off the bathroom walls, an admittedly annoying noise but hopefully useful. He began attempting to pay attention to that instead, but even that began messing with him. He wondered if he could make the noises again from last night instead. When he looked down to clean his body, he noticed there were dark-blue blemishes on his hips where Bad held him to pull him into every thrust. “I am so fucked,” Skeppy whispered. He put his head against the shower wall and sighed, letting the water hit his back.

Skeppy washed himself off, following his usual shower routine, while the haunting thought of Bad lingered in his subconscious. He was such an idiot for not thinking any of this through; he should have known his feelings were too palpable to be ignored. And now he had to deal with the consequences. No way was he going to spoil his pride or his relationship by saying he thinks he has feelings for his best friend; it hurt him to think about, in more ways than one.

So, while Skeppy was dealing with his past mistakes, Bad was preparing for its future ones. It acknowledged past mistakes often, but tried to move past that. It learned that dwelling on something it can't control anymore was unhealthy; its irrational side tended to get the better of it. Bad's morning started okay, but it could have been better, and it was partially due to his housemate, best friend, and the man he fucked last night.

Bad was awoken rudely by the sound of a slamming door. The impact was loud enough to make him groggy and question his surroundings, but when he realized the bright sun was peeking through shimmering glass, his systems kicked into gear. Work first, tend to everything else (Skeppy) when he is emotionally ready for it later in the day. Not that Skeppy was emotionally taxing to deal with, it was just that… the nature of their conversation would be very different from normal. Just like two days ago. Maybe Bad was trying to delay the inevitable; just avoid the possibility that Skeppy wants to stop, but he was trying to do that all along. Maybe Bad was being selfish. Maybe Bad was being a coward.

But for now, he got up, put on some casual clothes, and took the laundry basket down to the first floor so he didn't have to come up later. He was actually going to make breakfast first, not wanting to work on anything with an empty stomach. Self-care was essential in Bad's life; it's the reason he doesn't lash out at other entities like he used to. He's still irrational, yes, but those moments of anger are few and far between now thanks to him properly taking good care of himself. A good sleep schedule, a good routine, and good food in his stomach. If only Skeppy could see the way he does about life.

Bad decided that, instead of busting his ass off trying to cook a meal for two, maybe he should go for something simpler. After looking in the cold-insulated chest, he decided to put the chicken eggs to use—it wasn't like they were going to run out anytime soon. He grabbed a fair amount of eggs; two for Skeppy, four for him. He was easing himself into eating more and more food every day, so sneaking in larger portions in his food was the way to go. Not only that, but he also had snacks on him, golden carrots which he got from trading at the villager hall, and always had a few bunches stored somewhere in the house. Either way, he set the eggs on the counter and began fishing around the cupboards to find a pan to start cooking with.

While Bad put the pan on the stove and found the stick of butter in the chest, his mind wandered back to the rut as his body went on autopilot. He was going to go on a food run; they had plenty of food, but it never hurt to get more for the future. Things were always uncertain on the SMP. He sighed, making a mental checklist of everything to do. Making potions of healing was always necessary. He needed to move food up to his room as well. He needs to get water. And he needs to make sure Skeppy…

Its face flushed red. No, don't think about Skeppy. Because Skeppy has always been a plague in his head for as long as he could remember. When they were younger, Skeppy was more like a fascinated and curious little puppy—following Bad around everywhere, asking annoying questions, and generally being a menace. Maybe something changed, because Bad noticed that while, yes, he was still incredibly annoying at times, the blue diamond seemed to have come around and tried helping more. Maybe agreeing with the rut was just another elaborate prank, but even that was going too far for Skeppy's usual little “trolls”, and it didn't feel like he was trying to push his buttons to get him to completely flip out on him. He did know Skeppy to be a little suggestive, however; he was very surprised at him being a virgin.

Bad was different. Obviously being a demon made him have ruts, but he also had a surprisingly high sex drive even outside them. He got horny quite often, which he successfully suppressed by working on his talents; cooking, baking, and building. Finding something better and productive to do with your hands was always better than wasting time masturbating, in his opinion. But Skeppy changed things for him. Since Skeppy loved annoying him and making an already strung-up BadBoyHalo angry, it sometimes resulted in Bad alone at night, fisting his dick, while cursing out Skeppy under each groan. He was an irrational entity at heart, and he wanted nothing more than to completely ruin the blue man, make him scream so loud his voice was positively wrecked . And that was all he thought about during the ruts.

The demon could already feel himself growing hard underneath his pants at the thought. The same pretty image in his mind would always come up whenever he fantasized. He let out a deep sigh, closing his eyes; a pretty blue body in his bed, bent over, with cum dripping out of his ass. Thighs trembling, dark blue bruising all over the body, and tears of joy in his eyes. Skeppy would look so pretty like that, but Bad would never have thought it would be allowed to happen, and now it's somewhere within his reach. The universe must have been so kind to him, and the universe must have been Skeppy. The only thing that was able to bring Bad out of his thoughts and back into reality was the sound of one of the dogs in the house barking.

As Bad continued preparing their breakfast, Skeppy slipped out of his shower. He had thoroughly cleaned his body while wallowing in self-pity, shaming himself for all the things that he did and thought. He's always wanted his best friend, he'd come to realize, and something about that felt wrong. Maybe he's just horny, and he took advantage of Bad's “kindness” and unwillingness to turn him down. Maybe friends do that all the time, but to be fair, he's had plenty of friends and zero sexual contact with them—only Bad. He doesn't know Bad's sexual history, so maybe this is just something he does with other entities? So why then does everyone act so shocked when he reads the word “strip” or say something slightly suspicious?

If Skeppy had the answers, he wouldn't be asking any of these questions, but it'd be too easy yet difficult to ask BadBoyHalo himself. Somehow, through all the mystique in his situation, he began seeing his friend in a… confusing light, to say the least. He feared wanting to know more, for Bad may reject him; which he knew was unreasonable because they have been friends for nearly a decade now. Bad's been through thick and thin with him, between Skeppy's little pranks on the demon to massive, mind-shattering fights, but this is what he feared—intimacy and change.

Skeppy dried himself down with the towel. He blotted the fabric against his legs, just like how Bad did it last night. Stop thinking about Bad, he told his mind unhelpfully, before he sighed and rubbed his hair in the towel to make it all fluffy, just the way he liked. Maybe Bad liked it too, because he knew it was playing with his hair last night. Stop thinking about Bad. It wasn't working, because Skeppy was stubborn. He groaned, leaving the towel on the foot of his bed and going over to one of his drawers to put some clothes on; some simple, unappealing gray pants and a tee. He knew he'd go outside later, but it was still morning, and he wouldn't think of going outside while in such an odd and vulnerable state of mind.

Skeppy closed his eyes, falling back onto his bed, which made a little creak once all his weight was put on it. Bad's bed didn't creak last night. Oh, my fucking Prime-! He buried his face in his hands, elbows up in the air, the same way he did last night when Bad was trying to shove his large cock in him last night. Now familiar sensations traveled up his body and he felt hot all over, a shudder creeping up his spine, fuzziness traveling straight to his brain. And before he knew it, the underwear he just put on was suddenly too tight for him. His cock filled with blood, making it strain against his underwear. Maybe he should have asked Bad to help him with a second orgasm last night; maybe he wouldn't have been in this situation now.

The blue diamond let in a tentative breath, wondering if this was the right thing to do. He's gotten hard before because of Bad, yes, but he always thought it was wrong to touch himself because of those thoughts. Maybe he never did because he regarded Bad so highly. Maybe because he thought Bad was innocent, which was a stupid thought because most entities have thought of sex at one point. But he never knew that Bad was so… experienced, way more knowing than he was about things like this, and the demon treated him so kindly. 

Skeppy was always bad at holding himself back anyway.

Guilt crosses Skeppy's mind as he digs his thumbs into the band of his sweatpants and the careful stitching of his underwear. He's quick to lower them down on his thighs, enough for his dick to spring out, and wrap a hand around his cock. Neediness overwhelms him quickly and he wants to stroke, but his hand is dry, and he knows how much it would hurt; then he remembers what Bad did last night. He raises his hand to his face and lets saliva pool at the tip of his tongue before he spits in the center of his palm. He almost moans at the impact, a needy little breath leaving his mouth, but he carries on.

Skeppy's hand quickly wraps around his cock and he starts stroking with vigor. He doesn't expect to last long, as he's whining and drooling so much like he doesn't have a housemate just downstairs. He's so needy; he wishes that it was Bad's hand wrapped around his cock, calling him the bad boy that he was, and the one trying to make him cum. With that same little smirk and glint he had in his eyes when saying he was going to break him. He wanted it so badly, and he needed it so badly, so much so that his regrets suddenly don't matter. Maybe he had no shame now, but once he came he'll have a crisis again.

For now, he continued. Skeppy snaked one of his hands underneath his shirt, feeling up his figure. He was built with a muscular form thanks to his genes, but he still wasn't ripped like Sam or Foolish. He tensed, brushing a finger against one of his nipples and tightening his hold on his dick. His shirt raised up as his hand trailed on the outside, towards his neck—before wrapping a hand securely around his neck. Continuing to stroke, Skeppy tried his hardest to press down to make his head go all fuzzy and his breath to become strangled, just the way he likes.

“Fuck, Bad!” he whined out. Tears pricked the corner of his eyes as his back arched. He felt his vision blur and his head go light, so that's when he pried his hand from his neck and continued stroking himself. “Bad, Bad, Bad!” He came hard onto his stomach with a shriek of his best friend's name, gasping as teary eyes flickered down to make sure he didn't stain his clothes. His clothes were still covered in a light layer of sweat from the inside, making some parts of it cling to him as he sat up, grabbing the towel from the edge of the bed, and cleaning himself up. He was lucky it was there; maybe he knew that he would jerk himself off in advance. Maybe the thought lingered in his subconscious while he was cleaning himself from the shower.

Skeppy laid back on the bed once he wiped the cum off of his stomach. To be quite honest, he didn't feel as bad as he thought he would. He certainly wasn't in a state of self-hatred, but he just didn't know what to do. Like his head and priorities were all jumbled up, so he needed someone to tell him what to think. It was sort of similar to what happened last night while getting railed by Bad; all the thoughts left his body and he was just laying down there, taking it.

The blue diamond throws the towel at his bathroom door, trying to aim for the laundry basket, but missing. He should really stop thinking of Bad, seriously this time. A sigh leaves his lips as Skeppy dips into his bedsheets. His pillows are still in Bad's room, and he considers getting up to place them back in his room, but for the meantime, he lays with his head against the comforter.

He's almost able to doze off to sleep, which was surprising, considering he's filled with so many conflicting feelings and odd thoughts—before hearing three pounding knocks on his door. Skeppy's wide awake and startled.

“Skeppy?” Bad called out, voice muffled from the barrier in front of him. “Breakfast is ready! Get it before it's cold.” And with that, he hears Bad step away from the door. Thank Prime that he didn't try to step inside; Skeppy doesn't want him to see him look absolutely debauched. At least, not right now; he felt some sort of shame.

Skeppy stares up at the ceiling for a few moments. He wants to stay in bed to delay coming face-to-face with Bad, especially because he just came. Their home is much taller than others' on the SMP because of Bad's height. He's starting to think that the demon is just very attractive, and that he has qualities that Skeppy's attracted to, and he is definitely not romantically attracted to Bad. But that's just the long way of saying he likes Bad because he's Bad, and he has some emotional processing to go through. After a few moments, he headed downstairs to eat breakfast with BadBoyHalo.

“Do you like it?” Bad asked.

Honestly, Skeppy is not sure why Bad always bothers to ask that question each time they have something it makes. The food it made was always good; even something as bland as eggs and toast was made infinitely better by the crunch of the bread and the little sprinkles of spice in the egg whites. It reminds Skeppy of how Bad tried teaching him how to cook, which went surprisingly well until Skeppy tried doing it by himself.

“Of course it's good,” Skeppy responded between chews, eyes trained on the demon in front of him. “Do you always have to ask? You know what I'm gonna say.”

“Just making sure you don't suddenly change your mind one day,” Bad teased. “And don't eat with your mouth full, you muffin head.” He smiled, rolling his eyes and shaking his head at the man across from him.

They always sat in the same spot every morning when they came to eat breakfast and dinner. Maybe they should have used a different location for talking about Bad's rut and having sex with each other, because while they tried to act normal, it still felt awkward. Even though they were just eating and having small talk like they would every other normal morning. Or maybe Skeppy was just interpreting it that way.

The pair ate in silence for a while, enjoying the food. Bad was more inclined to eat the bread, while Skeppy finished his eggs fairly quickly. And while BadBoyHalo looked casual, his eyes were slightly wider than usual. He was anxious, watching Skeppy carefully as if it were a cat, studying cautiously. Skeppy was always incredibly forward and talkative, so it struck him as odd when Skeppy wasn't even asking about his morning.

Bad spoke up. “Skeppy, is something bothering you?” he finally asked. He took another bite of his toast, the crunch ripping through the awkward atmosphere.

Skeppy reached a hand up, scratching the back of his neck with trimmed-down nails. “I guess,” he starts, but he doesn't go anywhere with it. He just continues feasting, bringing the glass of water to his lips as if nothing was asked.

“You can tell me about it,” Bad tried, but it might have sounded a little desperate. To be fair, he was nervous, and Skeppy's vague response made him worry slightly. “You can tell me anything. I promise I won't make fun of you or anything like that.”

The diamond set the glass down on the table. “I know,” he said, closing his eyes with a sigh. “It's… I think we need to talk, though.”

Bad's heart dropped to his stomach. Reasonably, he had nothing to fear, because Skeppy doesn't judge, only teases lightheartedly; but Skeppy looked somewhat serious and sounded upset. Which was something that he almost only did when he was pulling some sort of prank or fake argument. “Uh, yeah, yeah,” Bad nodded, setting his utensils down on the table. “What is it?” he asked.

Skeppy also placed his utensils down on the table. His eyes trailed off, before meeting Bad's again. “I just have a few questions. It's not that deep, I promise.”

That instantly almost completely disarmed Bad, who offered a smile and placed his elbows on the table, using the leverage to rest his chin on his hands. “Oh! Alright, tell me then,” he said. “Shoot.” Even then, a little hint of anxiety remained. He just couldn't help it; he was anxious at heart, even if he trusted Skeppy like his life depended on it (which it does).

"Um, well, first of all," Skeppy began. It was hard to know where exactly to start, because there's so many things he wanted to say from the tip of his tongue. "I… was curious to know if you'd recognize me during the rut? Since you said you were basically feral."

Bad was honestly kind of relieved that the question wasn't about them, as selfish as that sounded, and he let go of a breath he didn't know he was holding. “Right, so.” It thought about it for a few seconds before its brain happily supplied a memory.

It was one of Bad's ruts, about three years ago. He was lucky enough to get home in time as the need creeped in, shutting the door quickly and finding his bed. Bad couldn't prepare well, if at all, as Skeppy had been the one distracting him every night and morning, wanting to hang out or pulling weird shit on him. He would feel bad for not hanging out, so Bad stuck around with him, while trying to get stuff done, to no avail. Now he was ripping off his clothes in desperation, trying to get his dick out and for him to stop sweating so badly. He needed stimulation and he needed it fast, to get rid of the heat that conquered his body.

Flipping onto his hands and knees, he dragged a pillow underneath his body. It was the best he could do in his heat-addled brain. He gripped it tight, claws digging in but not ripping through, and he pressed his forehead against it as he began moving his hips vigorously. He was panting like an exhausted dog, fucking himself against the pillow, letting out occasional groans. That was when a face came to mind, and BadBoyHalo knew it so well. He closed his eyes, allowing the face to become clearer and clearer.

“Skeppy,” he slurred out. “Sgeppy, Sgebby, oh my Pr–ah!” Drool spilled onto the pillow below him and he rested his chin, looking up at his headboard. The figure of Skeppy in his brain turned distorted; he's seen Skeppy shirtless before, so he imagined his muscles in the glimmering sunlight, then in his bed. His rut-brain decided it needed Skeppy in his bed. Bad mushed his face into the pillow again as he thought of all the things he could do to him. All meaning everything; any positions he knew or could think of, he put Skeppy in. His brain didn't register that he came and only kept going to the thought of Skeppy; on his knees, on his dick, on his bed. "Sgep'by, f-fuck, please-!"

And it felt fucking amazing.

“I… think I would,” Bad finally replied. His face was entirely red from recounting such a memory. Bad couldn't even really look at Skeppy, even though his boner was hidden underneath the table, and he wouldn't know just by the look on its face. He then hesitated, stammering out, “I-I don't know, though.” What a liar you are, Bad, he scolded himself.

The man across from him nodded slowly, his Adam's apple bobbing. “That's good,” Skeppy responded, but it was so quiet that he might as well have said it to himself. “And one more thing.” He sat up slightly straight, trying to give a more “serious” look to what he was about to say, but his back let out a loud crack and the both of them giggled. “Shut up,” Skeppy said with a grin. “But, uh, I was wondering. You said last night that you wouldn't copy how you acted during ruts.”

Bad nodded slowly. He thought he knew where this was going. “It was your first time, so I didn't want it to be too rough,” it simply stated. He played with his hands underneath the table, fiddling them together. Instead of letting Skeppy ask, he figured he'd just do it himself; he had a feeling he was going to do it anyways, then play it off as a joke. “Do you want to try it?”

Even though Skeppy was the one who started this, he felt his throat go dry at Bad asking him a question. He nodded his head, but then he heard Bad clicking his tongue. When he looked up, Bad was smiling dangerously, leaned in slightly.

“I need words,” Bad told him slowly, evenly. But it had somewhat of a menacing quality.

Skeppy took a few seconds to breathe in and calm down his heart. It was pounding against his chest. Those were words he recognized and, fuck , Bad was intentionally trying to turn him on, was he? Blood was down to his dick and suddenly sweatpants felt too exposing. He should have changed. He swallowed again before finding his voice, and the words, that Bad were requiring from him. “What are you trying to do?” And now there was so much focus that his brain put on his body; he was so, so hot down there that it hurt.

Bad was no better than him. He felt so, so fucking hot. Maybe it was because it was only two days before his rut and the anticipation always made him antsy, but fuck, Skeppy was just right there, and he had always been so willing. So, despite his voice coming out a little husky and gruff around the edges, he told him, “I'm not doing anything.” He sucked in a deep breath, before sighing out, trying to keep the remains of his composure intact, “I'm just making sure that you know what you're up against. That you're gonna cry and be hurt unless you prepare well, and listen to me.”

Skeppy almost wants to say that he wants to be hurt. That he wants the pain and the pleasure that came with not prepping well enough, that he likes it and wants to be fucked in the way that he can't think. It makes his brain hurt just imagining how good it would feel. And it hurts even more to think that it was going to be BadBoyHalo doing those things to him. The kindest server member with a heart of gold, fucking him so ruthlessly and so good he starts crying. A knot forms in his knot and he just wants it all to happen already. “I-I will,” he promises, voice slightly shaky, legs shifting uncomfortably to satisfy himself. If listening to Bad would get him to fuck him, he's going to do anything he told him to do.

“Good,” Bad said, and little butterflies filled Skeppy's stomach. You're so pretty, he wanted to tell him, and it was always true. Skeppy's eyes were blown so wide, they were practically two black pools of lust. He was also completely dark in the face, looking completely focused at Bad, only Bad. Never had the demon see someone stare at him with so much desire, attempting to suppress it. And all of him was so fucking pretty. Bad smiled at him before he picked up his utensils to eat again; and so Skeppy did the same, the both of them attempting to calm themselves down. Neither of them said a word to each other as they ate, the air too fuzzy to be properly distinguished.

Once they were done eating, Bad asked Skeppy to do the dishes, to which he agreed to. This left Bad enough alone time to go exploring, getting food and other resources he needed for his rut. He left with a stack of emerald blocks—most of which he knows won't be used, but he's a sucker for impulse-buying. Bad tried to not think too hard about the implications of Skeppy's request and what they'd end up doing, getting out of the house quickly. As a little joke, Skeppy pulled out his communicator and texted Bad as soon as he closed the door:

<Skeppy> i miss you

<BadBoyHalo> Aww, I miss you too Geppy :)

Once Skeppy was done with washing the dishes, he just sat on their couch, wondering what to do now. It was kind of pathetic how much of his life was spent shadowing BadBoyHalo. Most of his pranks were on him. Maybe it was because Bad was one of the few entities willing to know and try to get along with him. No matter how big the argument or how devastating a “prank” was, Bad always stuck around with him. It was comforting knowing that someone out there has tolerated him for ten whole years, even when Skeppy was a way more annoying and sheltered gemfolk.

Skeppy decided he wanted to do something for Bad. Other than preparing for sex, of course. He stood up and went down to their basement; Bad mentioned he brewed potions and used them to heal himself after sex, so he proceeded to gather all of the ingredients that were used in the potion. He didn't like exploring very much unless it was to bother somebody else (Bad), so he wasn't actually going to go to the Nether to get Blaze rods. Once he looked through every single chest down there, he headed back upstairs with pockets full of stuff and went to the room the brewing stands were located in. He began crafting, turning most of the rods into powder, and began creating the potions.

He was always an antsy type, though; he could never keep his mouth shut or his body still, and always needed stimulation. So when it came to waiting for the potions to brew, he was very annoyed. He decided to lay down on the couch in their shared living room with a singular Blaze rod in his pocket, leaving the rest of the ingredients in the chest where the brewing stands were. Skeppy laid back and sighed, putting his head on the armrest of the couch and closing his eyes. Maybe a midday nap would help him, he thought—but gripping the Blaze rod so tight in his hand, the diamond had other plans.

It was a stupid idea, but Skeppy was always full of stupid ideas. The couch was right in front of the front door; anyone could walk in and see him. He pulled the Blaze rod from his pocket and inspected it. It had a nice girth to it and was slightly squishy. He should have paid more attention to when Bad was telling him about Blaze anatomy and how these things worked, because he was surprised that the rod emitted a slight warmth. Skeppy gripped one end of the rod and flicked the other, and watched as the rod slightly bounced. He was home alone too, so there was no harm in pulling down his pants.

Prime, am I really this horny? Skeppy thought to himself. There was really nobody to blame but himself, even if his thoughts were of a charcoal-black demon. He was hard again; but despite that, he regained his sense of shame and pulled up his sweatpants, running upstairs so he wouldn't be spotted. If Bad came home and caught him masturbating, Skeppy could just die of embarrassment, but he also couldn't help but wonder if Bad would just take him there.

Crashing onto his bed for the second time that morning, Skeppy kicked off his sweatpants and threw his underwear back in the direction of his bathroom, missing the basket yet again. He didn't care, though; he kept his shirt on while he held the tip of the rod to his ass. He knew it wasn't a replacement for a real dick (maybe), but it was better than using his fingers; the rod wasn't as big as Bad's dick, though, but it could go in deep. Skeppy slowly pushed it inside of him, closing his eyes, his mouth open in a silent moan. Bad, you ruined me, he thought to himself with a little smile. Like it was a joke, when it clearly was not. Bad, what did you do… An arm rested on his stomach and he began thrusting the rod in and out of him vigorously, roughly, like he needed it.

“Bad,” Skeppy whined out. He gripped his cock in his hand, but couldn't find it in himself to move it, not when the rod felt so good. Even then, it still wasn't as good as Bad's. He liked how big Bad was, he liked how threatening his claws and his smile was. Skeppy oh-so wished that Bad was there to fuck him senseless, but he'd have to wait for later. Pushing the rod in and out of his ass with no sense of pace or rhythm was fine enough for him.

“Oh my Prime, fuck, I need you so ba-a-ad!” His voice was meek, high, quiet yet loud as he moaned and pleaded. He could feel the tears of overstimulated pleasure in the corner of his eyes, spilling down his cheeks, and he fucking loved it. He wants Bad to do that to him. His thoughts were so bold; maybe it's because of the conversation earlier, but he thinks Bad likes him too. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

It was embarrassing, at least to him, how quick he came. Skeppy pulled the rod out of his body and he relaxed his body from the orgasm. He was sweating harder than this morning; he thinks he might need a second shower. But for now, he relaxes, grabbing his discarded sweatpants to clean up the cum off of his stomach. He laid in bed for a while, trying to ward off the lonely feeling that came after coming alone.

The only thing that made Skeppy leave his bed was Bad's dog, Rat, pawing at the bottom of his door. Skeppy quickly shot up out of bed to put on pants, one of his hoodies, and sneakers. He took Rat outside so she could go to the bathroom, and he took the opportunity outside for a breath of fresh air. Maybe a different perspective on everything. He sat on the edge of stone bricks while Rat found a suitable place on their lawn to piss. Instead of thinking anything through, Skeppy dissociated for a little while, watching the fluffy clouds in the sky pass.

BadBoyHalo doesn't need to be told what Skeppy was implying at that table; he's not stupid. If anything, Skeppy was too obvious sometimes, but it trusted him so much that it would listen to anything he said. Skeppy was one of Bad's only weaknesses, and, while mischievous, that trust had not been used for anything harmful, which is all Bad could ever ask for. But Bad knows Skeppy pretty well and when he's avoiding the truth; Bad knows that the gemstone wants to be bred by him, he's just that obvious. What Bad doesn't know is why or what he's planning for.

The way that Bad acts is a little deceptive; and it's not because he's a lot more “chill” when he's not around a large group of entities. While he might act “innocent” and family friendly, he just puts on that facade to be a good influence for the other members. Skeppy enjoys pushing his button and making him lash out, because the reaction is funny, apparently. He hates that, so he tries to keep the more demonic, irrational, negative side of himself under wraps. So he knows that Skeppy wants him, but he doesn't exactly know how he himself feels.

Bad wipes his wrist across his forehead. He'd just left the villager trading hall with another stack and a half of golden carrots, which were most likely unneeded, and slaughtered some cows for steak along the way. He bumped into a few of his friends, most notably Puffy, who he engaged in small talk with. Puffy asked what he was doing, and Bad simply responded that he had some errands to take care of. Then they were both on their way. If he could, he was going to try to get some more water for their supply, apples from trees, and gold from small cracks in the Nether.

While doing his chores, Bad ran through a few scenarios in his head. He was wondering if he should even confront Skeppy about the potential truth—whether Skeppy wanted Bad to fuck him, in and out of ruts. Whether Skeppy actually had real , romantic feelings for Bad. The only problem with the mental imaginings was that Bad wasn't sure how he would react. He wasn't sure if he would accept Skeppy or not; it would be nice to, don't get it wrong, but there came some complications with being together.

Firstly, Skeppy is very impulsive. To be clear, Bad is as well, but Skeppy takes it to a whole other level. The blue gem would draw his own conclusions based on little information, and act accordingly—which is a pleasant way to say, not at all like a rational entity would. There are very few times when Skeppy's gut impulse was completely correct, but those are few and far between. Bad would be a little worried that a dumb little mistake would ruin their relationship; but he reminds himself that Skeppy wouldn't ever leave him. They were inseparable.

And that came with its own problems; namely, that Bad usually didn't have time to himself because of Skeppy. The memory from earlier was proof enough of that. They both need some time away from each other and not rely on one another for company, but Skeppy followed him everywhere, hot on his heels. The only time they spent a lot of time away from each other was when they had one of their classic arguments, or the gem was in the process of preparing one of his classic little “trolls”. Maybe getting together with Skeppy would be an endorsement of his behavior, and it would only worsen. That's not to say that Skeppy was the only one with issues of clinginess; BadBoyHalo did as well, but of course, not to the same extent as his gemfolk counterpart. As much as he loved Skeppy, any healthy relationship requires space and that emotional integrity. Lean on, but don't depend on it—or they'd crash right into each other.

The final thing that Bad decided is that Skeppy is hard to discern sometimes, and that Bad trusted him too much. The demon was born and raised in the Nether; he grew up in a fairly turbulent situation, so he took everything at face value in order to survive. It took a lot of time to lower his guard and start smiling and laughing like Skeppy always would. The thing is, though, Skeppy enjoyed lying and pranking to an extent that Bad would have a hard time understanding what he means with his words. There was barely any tone difference between Skeppy joking and Skeppy being straight-faced, unless he was talking about something serious (like Bad's ruts, for example). Skeppy had even joke-flirted before, and Bad reciprocated, which made everything even more complicated in determining how the gemstone actually felt.

Maybe if the universe could spare a twinge of kindness on BadBoyHalo, he'd plunge headfirst in whatever Skeppy offered him. The demon wanted this for a very, very long time; he was just too scared of the power imbalance that came from being older, taller, and stronger than him. If Skeppy had just said it, Bad would eat straight out of the palm of his hand. And that thought terrifies and excites him.

The sun was high in the air when BadBoyHalo returned from his grocery trip; he needed to drop things off at his house and equip properly before heading to the Nether. He had a large backpack full of things that he was willing to get off of him and continue preparing, at home. He was slightly sweating as he stepped into the house, hearing Lucy bark and her little feet tapping closer to him. Bad's eyes lit up in delight, closing the door behind him, and he leaned down to pick her up. “Hi Rat!” he greeted, lifting him up to her face. She licked his nose and glasses, and he laughed, giving her a smooch on her snout. “I'm happy to see you too.” She panted in response.

Bad set Lucy down and listened. He was wondering if Skeppy was still home, but he heard nothing. However, the house smelled sweet; almost like nectar. Curiously, he sets his bag down and he proceeds to walk around, trying to locate the scent. He makes it to the brewing stand room, where a bunch of healing potions are laying. He supposes he'd have to thank Skeppy for this, because it saves him a bunch of time. Potion-making is long; he wishes Skeppy would have told him first, though, because it was mentally preparing itself for the Nether trip. The demon tended to be on high alert when traveling there and would need some time to calm down from the heightened state of awareness. Either way, Skeppy helped, and Bad couldn't complain about that.

BadBoyHalo returned to the common area. By now, Skeppy would have come down to greet him, bug him, ask how his day was—but the blue man was nowhere to be seen. Which would typically be a little worrying, but Bad was sort of relieved he didn't have to face him yet. Regardless, he decided to head upstairs. “Skeppy?” he called out, boots padding against marble flooring rather aggressively. Bad's taking off his scarf, wrapping it around his hand, and walking towards Skeppy's room. There's still no response when Bad knocks on the bedroom door, so he opens it quietly.

The diamond is laying in bed, seemingly asleep. Skeppy doesn't usually take naps in the middle of the day, so Bad is wondering what has gotten him so exhausted. Bad stands for a few moments, staring at Skeppy, and observing the contents of the room. It was nice and tidy, mainly thanks to Bad's help. To him, nothing seemed off. “Sleep well,” he whispers under his breath, before closing the door gently. The talk could wait a little later.

As soon as the door closed and footsteps became farther and farther, Skeppy sat up in bed. He wasn't sleeping at all to begin with; he was dreading Bad returning home and facing the demon right after he was done masturbating to him. Twice. He knew he'd be dark in the face, and Bad would most likely corner and pester him until he told him what he was bothered about. Skeppy wasn't having that at all , so sleeping was the best way to avoid it—but he did feel a little guilty about acting avoidant towards Bad. Bad never avoided him, no matter how awkward or tense their current situation was.

Prime, did Skeppy feel guilty. He made a promise to himself that he wouldn't avoid Bad once dinner came around.

A few hours later, he finally smelled Bad's cooking downstairs. He stayed in his room in the past few hours, just thinking to himself and idly sitting. After a few minutes, he decided to head downstairs, walking up to Bad.

The demon didn't seem to notice him. The hot sizzling of the pan was loud enough to drown out Skeppy's footsteps, which were much lighter than Bad's. It was focused on its task, humming to itself, while Rat skittles around the living room, playing with her toys. Skeppy opened one of the drawers, looking for the table place mats.

“Oh, hi, Geppy,” Bad greeted, head turning slightly to look at him. “Did you have a nice nap?” He then faced his cooking yet again, flipping over a piece of steak on the pan.

Skeppy shrugged, although Bad couldn't see it. “Yeah, I guess,” he said. He found the place mats in the drawer next to the one he first checked. He grabbed two and went over to the table, placing them down on opposite sides, where they both sat. “How was your trip?” he asked.

Bad gleamed. “It went alright. I didn't have to go to the Nether after all, because someone made me some potions of healing. Thank you for that, by the way.” He spoke a little loudly over the piece of steaks he was cooking. One for him, and one for Skeppy. He had already removed one from the pan; probably Bad's, because he liked his steak extra juicy and chewy. Something about it feeling nice on his fangs.

“That's good,” Skeppy murmured, barely quieter than the steak on the pan. “And no problem. I think I made too much.” Even though it's been a few hours, the blue diamond still couldn't bring his confidence back up. He couldn't lie to himself; it was his fault that the atmosphere around him felt tense and made his voice sound meek.

Bad didn't seem to notice a thing, however, as he continued cooking. “Don't worry about it, Skeppy!” he happily sang. “I'm sure we'll have other uses for it.” But he wasn't oblivious. He always acted that way to some, almost always chipper, but he was actually the type of entity that would only act if prompted to. Otherwise, he would just take mental notes and keep his mouth shut unless he really needed to say something—which he does, but he'll talk about it later.

Skeppy breathed a sigh of relief, closing his eyes. Something about BadBoyHalo's endless well of optimism always made him feel more comforted at the end of the day. It only took a minute or two until Skeppy's steak was done as well and the food was being presented on plates for the both of them.

Bad sat down at the opposite end of the table. “Remember, Skeppy, it's hot,” it teased. It grabbed its steak knife and began cutting into the steak, holding it down with its fork. Red juices began messing up the plate, adding more to the slosh below it.

Skeppy rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, I know,” he whined, annoyed. “You're never gonna let me live that one down, are you? That was, like, six years ago! I was starving!” He let out a huff, but he wasn't annoyed. He cut into his steak, dicing it into pieces to let it cool off, while Bad just plopped a piece into his mouth.

The Adam's apple of the demon bobbed while he swallowed down his food; the diamond stared, hungrily. “I know. You were stuffing your mouth like a chipmunk,” Bad chuckled. “You scrunched your face up so bad, it looked like you were gonna combust.”

“I was!” Skeppy practically yelled, becoming defensive. He then feigned an upset demeanor, playing it up like he always did. “Prime. You're so mean to me, Bad.” He pouted, but then put a piece of his steak in his mouth; then, looking at Bad's plate, he realized something. “You have, like, three pieces of steak. That's one of your r… rut things, right?” A shiver nearly ran up Skeppy's spine at the thought of Bad's rut. Where he knows he fucks like an animal, because Bad keeps telling him he does, and he loves the thought of it so much.

That was when Bad came to one conclusion; it felt so good to be desired. Intoxicating, even. The way Skeppy looked at him with underlying need told him everything, and he needed more of that validation, so he decided to get a bit more bold. “Mhm,” he said, voice turning deep and soft, almost like a low purr. The reaction was immediate; Skeppy looked entranced as they both leaned in to hear each other better.

Bad spoke so slowly, just to watch the diamond squirm in his seat: “It's so that, when my rut starts, I don't want to stop. And I have no reason to. I don't have to stop—so I'm not going to. I just keep going… and going…” And he watches as Skeppy's breathing turned heavy, watching him with intensity so palpable it's hard to dismiss as anything but need. “…and going. Doesn't that sound nice, Skeppy?”

The younger man was breathing through his mouth now, trying to respond, but his brain was mush. He couldn't think of anything in his head, only that what he was experiencing now felt so good, but he also wanted more. Skeppy wanted Bad's hands all over his body, touching him in all his sensitive parts, and making him feel alive. Taking care of him, and making him feel like a rag doll in his hands, all at once. Unable to think of words, he just nodded; blindly agreeing to whatever the demon was saying.

“Words,” Bad said. His cheek rested on his fist, propped on its elbow, and sharp claws tapped on the wooden table in a rhythmic motion, cascading from pinky to pointer like a waterfall. “I need words.” It was exactly like a taunt, and if sober Skeppy were available, he'd be swearing up a storm, defending himself.

But Skeppy was drunk off of the feeling of pleasure and horniness. He stared at Bad dumbly, trying to figure out what it was asking, but only drawing a blank. It felt so nice. “Bad.” It was all he was thinking of; there wasn't much going on up there anymore, not when he trusted Bad so much to do the rest. His hand reached out towards Bad, snaking across the table.

Bad took it in his hand. “Okay, Skeppy, I want you to breathe with me.” He sounded a bit more normal now; his voice not as coated in pleasure like beforehand. He began to breathe slowly through his nose, hold it for a few seconds, then exhale. They both did that in beats, like a rhythm—the intense gazes left their eyes, and now it was just them. Mostly. The lust remained, just hidden under a veneer of composure; even if Skeppy and Bad's face were both darkened with blood.

“How did you do that?” Skeppy murmured. The diamond block felt a little lightheaded, but not because he was dehydrated or anything. Now that his mind was less cloudy, he finally had words to assign the feeling; it felt like he was floating, sitting atop cloud nine with all the cotton Bad fed his ears.

The demon smiled. “With my words, of course,” he replied. Skeppy rolled his eyes, but Bad just continued, “I wanted to talk to you about something before we do anything tonight.”

“Just do it already,” Skeppy complained with a sigh. He closed his eyes. He was so hard, and now that he was face-to-face with Bad, the strain in his pants was just slightly humiliating. Even if Bad couldn't see it, he's pretty sure they both knew it was there.

“We need to set up a safe word,” Bad told him. His voice sounded slightly urgent, since Skeppy was rushing him, but also because it was pretty important. “Do you know what that is?”

Skeppy rubbed the back of his neck, giving it a little scratch as well. “No, I don't,” he responded with a slight laugh. “It has to do with sex though, right?” He honestly wondered where Bad got all of his information on sex etiquette from.

Bad would tell him eventually, if he asked. That's always how it was between them; If Skeppy asked or even suggested, Bad would always answer him. “Yeah. Basically, if you say your safe word, we can stop doing what we're doing completely,” he explained. “It's just a way of making sure you have absolute say in what we're doing.”

“Oh, okay,” Skeppy replied, still a little blue in the face. After a moment of silence from the both of them, he took it as a sign that he was supposed to say something, but he wasn't sure what. “Um, so what do I…?”

“Oh, um,” Bad stammered a little bit, “you set it up. Make sure it's memorable, it should be something the both of us will remember very well, like an anniversary date, or a lucky number—something like that.”

Once he heard Bad mention lucky numbers, Skeppy had a mischievous grin on his face. “Fourteen,” he promptly decided. His grin only turned wider and he giggled as the demon's face turned sour.

Bad instantly frowned, sighing as a memory came back. “Seriously? Fourteen?” he asked, sounding somewhat displeased. “You're not gonna let that die either, are you? That's from, like, three years ago.”

Skeppy giggled a little bit. “Well, you said something memorable,” he said, using Bad's words against him like he always did. “Fourteen is very memorable for you, clearly.”

The demon sighed, resigned. Skeppy usually had a point in his ways or a truth in his favor, even when he was irrational or being plain stupid. “Okay. Fourteen it is. Skeppy, did you prep?” he asked, being straightforward.

It seemed Skeppy was still not used to Bad being so blunt, as Skeppy sputtered a bit before composing himself. “Y-Yeah,” he stuttered out, a little embarrassed. He tried his best to keep his voice strong as he asked, “You said you were going to fuck me like how you do in ruts, right?”

Bad smiled. It wasn't threatening or sexual in any way, but rather friendly. Like he was about to hand Skeppy a muffin and tell him he did a good job. “Yup,” he replied. “When you're ready, follow me into my room, okay?”

Skeppy nodded.

He tilted his head, eyes gleaming with amusement. Like the gemstone was a little toy for him to play with. “I need words,” Bad reminded him.

Skeppy felt the words almost die in his throat, but it was a bit too early for him to demean himself further. At least, not when he wasn't in Bad's bed. “Y-Yes,” he replied, voice choking.

“Good boy,” Bad praised. Skeppy stared up at him with a slightly shocked, yet pleasantly surprised look as Bad stood up, letting go of the blue man's hand. He headed up to his room, already taking off his shirt and showing off his sculpted back.

Skeppy watched as Bad trekked up the stairs before he followed suit. He quickly got rid of his shirt as well, and he wanted to take off his pants, but he didn't want to walk bare up the stairs. With every movement of his leg came friction to his member, and he could get off of that alone ; he was just that desperate. Even though he was so willing and so excited for Bad, he was a little tired from earlier activities. But he wanted Bad's size, his height, his cock, his hands all over his body—so much so that it doesn't even matter how he felt. His feet felt so heavy, barely able to move his legs, because of all the pressure that put on his member. It was so hot down there, and he wanted to touch so bad , but he knew Bad's hands would feel so much better.

The fuzziness started making itself home in his head yet again as he approached the open doorway of Bad's bedroom. Bad was laying there, on his back, with his dick out, and a large hand wrapped around it. His pants were still on, but lowered enough for his large cock to stick out. Skeppy stared, mouth slightly agape, as he watched a black hand pump up and down. And once Skeppy finally looked up at the demon, it was staring directly back; and with a slight smirk on his face, it seemed like he always had. Like Bad got off on him watching, on knowing how desired he was.

“Bad,” he whined out.

Bad had an arm tucked underneath his head. He looked like he was lounging. “Close the door and come here, Skeppy,” he spoke, with a tone so low and gruff and hungry that Skeppy didn't even recognize it. Regardless, the blue diamond closed the door and walked slowly towards Bad, stepping onto that stupid stepladder that Bad had. He had half a mind to just jump on top and allow himself to be claimed by the demon.

But Bad had the same thought he did, apparently. He grabbed Skeppy with both hands and pushed him, flipping their positions; now Skeppy was underneath him, on his back, while Bad towered above Skeppy. His smaller body was trapped underneath Bad's much bigger body, being caged by his arms and legs. Just like last night; but instead of a more composed and focused BadBoyHalo, he looked more lustful. He looked more like he was going to devour Skeppy, to tear him apart, just like he said he would yesterday.

And Skeppy fucking wanted that, didn't he? He needed it.

Skeppy thrashed under him as Bad quickly pulled both of their pants off. Bad's long, serpent-like tongue was sticking out as he quickly sat on one knee, with a foot planted on the bed. One hand held his cock while the other held Skeppy's waist, wasting no time in pressing the head of his cock against the diamond. Skeppy was whining and moaning while Bad panted; they both sounded so primal.

“I'm so desperate ,” Bad growled. “I get like this before my ruts. It's perfect you're here.” He pushed in after what felt like a full day of foreplay, and wasted no time trying to completely rip Skeppy apart with his cock. He placed both of his hands on Skeppy's waist, holding him tight, claws digging in but still not piercing metallic skin. There was not a single ounce of empathy he spared Skeppy as he fucked into him ruthlessly, pushing and pulling both of their hips, treating the diamond like a toy.

The reaction from Skeppy was so good because it felt good. He wanted and needed Bad's cock in him; his hands weren't enough and the Blaze rod that he used in desperation would never be as good as the girth and length of Bad's monster cock. He moaned so loud and tears sprung to his eyes from ecstasy, finally happy he was getting railed by BadBoyHalo. The saint of the server. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, Bad!” he practically screamed, voice singing so high. It hurt slightly, but he liked that, too. The burn was just as addicting as each time Bad's cock grazed against his prostate, knocking the wind out of him and making him cry.

“Doing that.” Bad's claws grazed against his skin, making scratching noises. He wondered how hard he needed to push in order for the precious diamond to start bleeding. “Wanna bite so bad, but you're too tiny.” His head drooped low, eyes falling back down to Skeppy's abdomen yet again. The stomach bulge was there still, increasing and decreasing each time he pushed in and out all the way. It was hypnotic. “So tiny, you can barely take it.” He closed his eyes with a deep growl; even though he promised Skeppy his worst, he still feels a little ounce of decency to hold some of it back, to spare Skeppy's guts and legs. “So good. So pretty.”

Skeppy's hair was tousled around and his face was blue from crying and blushing. He was beginning to smile a bit as a cloud of pleasure came over his head yet again, making the tears of ecstasy even better. He reached out, wrapping his legs and arms around Bad, wanting to feel even more, becoming even greedier. “F-Fuck me harder, please, you—ungh!”

On request, Bad began fucking even faster and harder, making Skeppy's back arch and head tilt back. The bed began creaking, something that Skeppy could barely hear because his brain was so focused on the way his body felt. It was like his entire body was on fire, yet at the same time both limp and completely numb, unable to move; just like a little doll for BadBoyHalo to use. “Language,” the demon murmured, before laughing darkly. Like it was a real and menacing threat this time. “I'm not gonna last long, Geppy.” His long tail swooped in again, the sharp tip playing on the bottom of Skeppy's thigh.

“In me, in me, please!” Skeppy begged, practically shaking. Bad put all his weight on his foot as he began focusing solely on his own orgasm, closing his eyes, caring very little for the way Skeppy cried and pleaded underneath him. But Skeppy loved it. This was what he wanted all along.

It didn't take much for Bad to finally come inside Skeppy, but that didn't mean he stopped. His tail squeezed Skeppy's thigh as he continued to pump his cock in and out; much slower now, but still. And Skeppy marveled at the amount of cum that was pouring out of him, even if he was painfully turned on from not coming yet. Bad seemed to notice this because he wrapped his hand around his cock, beginning to quickly jerk it in his hands—until Skeppy tightened around him and his eyes rolled back. Nothing came out of his cock, though, despite him spasming underneath Bad and whining out curse words gently. “Fuck, oh my Prime,” Skeppy prayed, out of breath.

Between soft pants, Bad observed, “You just had a dry orgasm.” He stared down at Skeppy, whose hands were now resting on his stomach and beside his head. He still had his cock inside of him as well, not wanting to pull out just yet; something about coming, then staying inside made his animalistic side preen itself with joy. When he looked down, Bad saw the beginning of a knot form at the base of his cock. Luckily it wasn't that big, but it would eventually become much more of a problem once his rut finally settled in completely.

“Y-Yeah,” Skeppy stammered. “I guess I did.” He tried catching his breath, eyes fluttering closed just for a few seconds; even though he just had an orgasm, he was still painfully hard, mainly from Bad being inside of him. He really was that down bad, wasn't he?

Bad began to relax, but his eyes stayed on Skeppy's cock. “Do you want me to help with that?” he offered yet again, just like last night.

Skeppy shook his head in response. “Please just cuddle me,” he replied, words beginning to blend together. “'M so sleepy, Bad.” His voice practically fell into a whisper, unable to stay awake for much longer.

“Is it okay if I keep my… thing inside of you?” the demon asked, slightly hesitant and shy yet again. Even though they were still in such a compromising position, he didn't swear as they were both coming down from their high.

Skeppy found it cute, laughing a little, to which Bad smiled back with all the kindness and fondness he's always had for him. He nodded, smiling, before finally closing his heavy eyelids. He just felt happy that they had sex, and maybe that was because he was honestly still a little dumb from the pleasure, but also he felt so cared for and loved by the demon. As he drifted off to sleep, full of Bad's cum and cock, he felt a little kiss on his cheek, and his heart fluttered. Just like it did last night.

“Sleep well, Skeppy,” a familiar voice blessed.

Good night, I love you.

Chapter Text

It was the second day in a row where Skeppy woke up in BadBoyHalo's bed. He's become a lot more comfortable than the first time he woke up there, shifting gently into the warmth on the side of his body. A pleasant hum from last night still remained, making him swoon quietly in the demons' arms.

“You're awake, Skeppy,” Bad whispered. He moved a piece of rough hair out of Skeppy's face. “Good morning.” His voice was so quiet, so soft, like speaking any louder would startle him right out of bed.

The two were face-to-face. Skeppy pulled himself into the demon's large and bare chest, feeling the warmth radiating off of him. “Morning,” he responded, voice barely leaving him. Bad wrapped its arms around the gem's smaller frame. He closed his eyes, sighing peacefully, as he felt the demon play with his messy mop of hair.

The scene felt oddly intimate. The couple laid still, as Skeppy himself drifted back closer to sleep from how warm and comforting everything felt. It was so much different than yesterday, when he retreated from Bad's bed as quickly as possible without even saying a word. Today was nice. Today was good.

“I cleaned you up before I went to sleep last night. You left your pillows here, by the way,” Bad told him, petting Skeppy's dark-blue hair gently. It was slightly curly at some points, sticking up, and some strands were tangled from the man nuzzling the pillow in his sleep. “We should shower in a little bit.” His voice was like a gentle coo, lulling Skeppy into a sense of security and ease.

The voice lowered his inhibitions, lovedrunk mind fully trusting the demon. “Shower… with you?” Skeppy murmured slowly into its chest. Bad hummed an affirmative in response, but the diamond sighed slowly, mustering his voice to a low vocal fry. “I want breakfast. I'm hungry.” Even when he was tired, and nearly on the brink of sleeping, he still had a way to be assertive. But he was right; they were both starving, since neither of them got the opportunity to touch their food last night. Last night.

Bad was quiet for a few moments, thinking, with a soft smile on his face. “Do you want to come downstairs with me? I'll dress you up if you're too sleepy to,” he offers. Like a little doll. Skeppy did look like one, but only because of their height difference. And maybe because his skin was such an unnatural color, unlike any entity he's ever met, but that wasn't a bad thing. Bad thought the gemfolk looked pretty; and he was, with the way he was clinging so tightly onto the demon's bare body.

Skeppy nodded—before his eyes jolted open and he felt cold, being hoisted up into the air in Bad's arms. “Let's go,” the demon whispers, wrapping his tail around Skeppy's thigh protectively. The gem just nodded weakly against his chest and allowed himself to be carried to his room. Bad was wearing sweatpants, and he must have also put on his shirt before picking up Skeppy. The diamond was still naked, but that would soon change as Bad entered his bedroom and began sifting through the diamond's drawers, getting him a spare shirt and underwear.

A gentle sigh left the blue man's lips as he was put to rest on his bed. He was a bit more awake, jumping a bit as Bad's tail prodded him. “Lift your legs a bit,” Bad told him, and Skeppy did as asked before the demon slid the underwear up his legs. His legs tensed as the fabric slid up his thighs, and Bad was cruel enough to let his fingers wander before pulling away. The blue man sighed a bit, looking at Bad, who was towering above him and handing him the t-shirt.

“Hey,” he said, lowering his legs and grabbing the shirt. He sat up, bringing it over his head, movements still slow from grogginess. “Thanks.” It was barely audible, but he was sure the taller and larger man heard him by the way its hands rubbed his back.

It was rare moments like these that Skeppy's feelings bloom tenfold. Usually when he overexerted himself, BadBoyHalo would be worried sick, wanting to ensure his safety. And maybe it's because of their life bond, or how kind Bad genuinely is, or how rare affection is for him, but Skeppy thinks he genuinely loves him. If only the stupid words would leave his mouth eventually, allowing him to just throw himself at the demon without fear of rejection.

Bad smiled. “No problem, Geppy. Wanna go downstairs?” he asked.

Skeppy nodded, outstretching his arms, to which Bad accepted by picking him up yet again. He knew his fears were irrational because it would never turn away from its friend, even if they didn't share the same feelings. Bad was definitely more patient and kinder than Skeppy would ever imagine. If Bad were anybody else, they wouldn't have reached this far.

Whatever this is.

Once they were downstairs, Lucy was trailing Bad's ankles and surrounding his every step. He sighed, placing Skeppy down on the countertop, and headed towards the front door, opening it for her. Skeppy just watched, unable to suppress a small grin and the slightly-satisfied kick of his feet. He didn't want to call it that, but it just seemed so… domestic , he thought, watching Bad keep the door open with a side table. It also just felt right. It even felt like something that should have been done a long time ago, ever since they moved in together.

Walking back over to the kitchen, Bad stretches his arms over his head with a groan before sighing in relief. “Do you, uh, want anything in particular?” he asks, opening their insulated food storage.

Skeppy's trying to not smile, but fails to suppress the corners of his mouth peaking up. “I'll have whatever you're having,” he simply responds, still kicking his feet idly, and he hears the demon hum in response. The sun's yet to come over the horizon and shine on their home. Feeling somewhat sleepy, and having substantial enough countertop space, Skeppy just lays back and relaxes his body against the cool marble, closing his eyes.

Bad shuts the freezing chest. “Geppy, what are you doing?” His tone isn't rude nor accusatory, but playful, nearing a sing-song.

“Sleeping,” Skeppy says, matter-of-factly. “Don't bother me.”

“Mmm, whatever you say.”

Skeppy hears the ticking of a knob— tick tick tick —and the gentle whir of the oven stirring to life and heating up. It's relaxing, it could put him to sleep; but his heart beats fast. He's a little nervous, reasonably. He wants to be closer to Bad. Who wouldn't want to, though? He's kind, smart, perfect…

Bad has his back turned to the gem while it works. It's funny they've been up to this same routine for the past few days. In truth, he doesn't mind cooking or baking for Skeppy. It's one of his love languages, one could say. The simple act of gifting food to someone you appreciate, so they can enjoy it, is always a blessing in disguise for both the gifter and the receiver. Even when Skeppy doesn't vocalize it, as it's become a part of their routine years earlier, Bad's heart still swells with joy seeing how Skeppy's eyes are trained on his food, how enthusiastically he eats. (Bad's not a feeder, he thinks. He knows what that is, too.)

“Gonna bake something then,” Bad announces.

“Is it muffins? I swear, if it's muffins, Bad,” Skeppy slurs out, but his words pack no punch.

“You know me so well.” Skeppy hears Bad flick a lever and open the freezer again. Some time ago, Bad installed some redstone technology to the first floor of the house that allowed the both of them to access the chests in the kitchen with ease. With a flick of a lever, the sticky piston would raise and lower chests. It was awfully helpful to their notable height difference.

“Actually, Skeppy, could you clean the steak up?” Bad asked while placing out the ingredients on the countertop, next to the sink. “It's probably not good anymore, we should probably throw it out.” Steel mixing bowls of various sizes clink against the countertop.

Skeppy stretches his weary body before sitting up. “Yeah, yeah.” He scoots off the countertop, being careful to land on his feet this time, and rounds the corner to clean up the dining table. “Maybe we should get a table outside?” he suggested. “Kinda tired of sitting here.”

“That's a good idea,” Bad said. “It's good to get sunlight.”

Skeppy picks up both of their plates. “Bad, I'm a gemfolk.”

“I know. I mean, like, psychologically, it's good to go outside.”

“Bad, I'm a gemfolk,” he repeats, trying to conceal the smirk in his voice.

“Okay! Okay, you got me. I know nothing about gemfolk.”

When Skeppy turns around, he sees that the countertop is practically littered with baking ingredients. He can read, of course, but he has no idea what any of it does. After cooking failed, Bad just never bothered with teaching him baking. Skeppy takes both of the plates to the left side of the sink and opens the cabinet underneath, revealing a very menacing-looking hole down to an incinerator. It requires a pressure plate to open the top grate, and another pressure plate to activate the lava dispenser that sits all the way at the bottom of the chute.

“Man, that shit's terrifying,” Skeppy murmured. He takes the fork off of one of the plates and begins scraping the food into the hole, while next to him, the demon is whisking a large bowl of ingredients.

Bad sets that bowl down and Skeppy hears the crack of eggs. Skeppy sets an empty plate into the sink, and he grabs the other plate of food.

“Isn't this a waste of food?” Skeppy asks, scraping the remaining food into the chute. “Can't we, like, use this for fertilizer?”

“Neither of us farm, Skeppy,” Bad responds. He's pouring a bunch of ingredients into another bowl. “We wouldn't be able to use it for anything.”

It looks like magic to Skeppy, like witches pouring ingredients into a cauldron. “Yeah, but, like, it's waste , Bad.”

“That's not how it works—it's waste , but it's not waste you can put in crops,” Bad clarifies.

“Then why is it called waste?” Once all the food sits at the bottom of the chute, Skeppy's foot moves to the right, activating the lava dispenser. He's quick to disable it and close the cabinet.

Bad pauses for a few seconds. He then says slowly, “Because…it's a waste of good food?”

Skeppy lets it go, nodding and shrugging, despite Bad not looking at him. “Makes sense.”

“Oh, Skeppy, can you help me with this?” Bad asks. He looks down at Skeppy, then goes, “Uh—wash your hands first. Please. With soap.” He then pours one of the bowls into the other while the diamond turns on the sink.

“Soap isn't good for diamonds, by the way,” Skeppy told him, running his hands under the water as it heats up. “Makes the surface less shiny, or something. That's what I was told.”

“Really?” Bad asked. “Does that mean you don't use soap in the shower?”

“Honestly, I can't use anything on my skin, it's really fragile to chemical compounds,” Skeppy responds, rubbing his hands under the water. "Still have to use shampoo though, 'cause, you know, hair. Anyways, water cleans me fine, so don't worry about it.”

That made Bad think—fragile to chemicals , but not to his large claws? "Huh! The more you know." Bad sounds genuinely intrigued and amused, but he doesn't want to potentially overstep his boundaries with another weird question. The thought of asking what Skeppy uses in the shower made him mentally scold himself, but that's fine, Skeppy didn't seem to mind too much. "I forgot to prepare the muffin pan, so I need you to mix this while I prepare it. Dry your hands!"

Bad scoots by the gem before getting on his knees to open a cabinet, while Skeppy dries his hands off with a paper towel, walking over to where the demon used to stand. This side of the kitchen is a bit too tall for the shorter to really do much, but he's able to grab the bowl Bad wanted him to mix. It has a wooden spoon, so he just grabbed the tool and began gently mixing it together. He wasn't sure how to do any of this himself; but if the way Bad baked muffins millions of times before was any indication, he wasn't going to beat the dough.

Skeppy turns to watch the demon, who is setting the pan down on the countertop and searching the cabinets above it to look for something. The gem is humming a tune to himself, before catching his eye on the demon's tail. It's peculiarly swaying side to side while Bad looks carefully at the contents of the cabinet. He's not exactly sure what the movement of the tail means, but it's… cute , so it probably doesn't matter that much.

Bad grabs what he's looking for, and it's some spray bottle that Skeppy's seen plenty of times before. He spritzes the liquid onto the pan, before putting it away and turning to the diamond. “Do you, uh, want chocolate chips?” he asked.

The blue man smiles and nods. “Yeah, that'd be great.”

A smile is returned. “Let me check if we have any,” he mutters, mostly to himself, while kneeling down on the floor to open one of the cabinets below. It's where the sugar and coffee beans are stored—and there's a jar of chocolate chips waiting for him. Bad grabs it in his claws and walks over to Skeppy, opening the metal lid. “I'll pour in some, just keep stirring.”

Skeppy nodded and continued mixing as instructed, Bad tipping his hand slightly to sprinkle in chocolate slowly. “I'm so hungry, Bad,” he complains, eyeing the batter—and the demon's hand, which completely envelopes the jar.

“Trust me, it'll be worth it,” it responds. Bad closes the jar tight and returns it to the cabinet.

Skeppy almost wants to laugh at how he has to crouch and sit on his knees to look in there properly. “If you keep doing that, you're gonna have a case of gamer back.”

“It's not nearly as bad as yours, Geppy,” Bad quipped playfully. He takes the bowl from Skeppy and begins pouring its contents into the pan. It has little holes in it that Bad pours into, and the diamond assumes that's how the muffins get their shape. Skeppy assists by giving Bad the wooden spoon, which it uses by gently guiding the mix into the holes.

Although unable to watch most of the process due to their enormous height difference, Skeppy knows Bad's done when he sets the bowl and spoon down. “Now what?” Skeppy asks, looking at Bad's back.

“It's time for it to bake!” Bad simply replies. He opens the oven and puts the pan inside. “And now we wait for about twenty-five minutes.”

Bad kissed up Skeppy's thigh, before licking a long strip across his hole using his absurdly long and thick tongue. “Do gems usually taste like something?” he asked. His skin felt smooth against his tongue, not like a human, but of polished jewelry. Skeppy's physiology always fascinated him.

“Um, no, I don't know,” he replied, struggling to get words out. Prime , Bad's tongue felt as long and big as the rest of him, Skeppy thought as he gasped. Finally, the tongue enters his hole and Skeppy doesn't know how to act. He wants to move, he wants to grab, he needs to do something because Bad's making him feel unimaginably good; way more than he thought a tongue would or should.

In lieu of a response, Bad fully seats his tongue inside the hole, and Skeppy reaches forward, grabbing onto Bad's horns. It's smooth to the touch yet has vaguely soft bumps and a nice texture—but he doesn't have much time to focus on it, because the hot muscle is moving inside of him and making Skeppy squirm.

Bad pulls off. "Relax a bit," he says.

"That's a bit hard when you're the one— oh ." Skeppy's back arches off the smooth surface as Bad shoves his tongue in again, grabbing his thighs and spreading blue legs wide.

To be honest, 

Skeppy moaned and tried pushing his hips down. Bad grinned against blue skin and kept his tongue still, occasionally dipping upwards and hitting his prostate whenever Skeppy ground against his face.

“I—I came,” Skeppy stuttered, looking down at Bad.

Bad smiled, brushing his palm lightly against the gem's inner thigh. “I noticed,” he murmurs, lips against skin. “It looks like you're a little hard, though.”

Skeppy doesn't want to be reminded. “Sorry—”

“Do you want me to fuck you?” cuts off Skeppy's words yet again.

Skeppy just whines and nods. In almost an instant, Skeppy is flat on his stomach, laying on the kitchen island, and Bad's fingers are crawling up his thighs.

“You're gorgeous,” Bad tells him in quiet adoration, “you really are.”

"Heh, thanks," Skeppy whispers back, but his voice is slightly shaky.

"Do you want this?" he asks, hunching over Skeppy. He wants to be chest-to-back with him, but he's too big—it's slightly frustrating. He rubs the gem's arms comfortingly.

Skeppy squirms under the heat radiated from the demon. "I do," he replies. He moves his hips, thrashes his legs, anything to get Bad moving above him. "I do, so just please do something about it." His cock hangs heavy between his legs, touching the side of the counter.

Bad kisses his shoulder. "Alright, good," it replies. "I want this too." He pushes his cock in, and it's everything to Skeppy. He's greedy, but so is Bad. It pushes in with a slight haste to his movement, feeling hot, sweaty, and needy . Laying its forearms on each side of Skeppy's body, the demon begins to work, thrusting in and out of him. It's not as rough as last night, but it's still just as intense , as intense as when this new relationship developed.

"Bad," Skeppy whines, "I need you so bad, please—fu-uck!" He tries to grip the marble countertop, but the finish is too smooth and he can't grab on. "Please, please come inside me."

Skeppy, on rare occasions, gets cold feet. Rarely does reality set in for him, but the overwhelming anxiety and looming timer made him overthink quite heavily. Unlike his demon counterpart, who would rather work to get rid of any doom-and-gloom-like thoughts in his head, Skeppy needed to tell someone about it before he exploded. So he rolls over in bed, grabbing his communicator, and sits up.

He scrolls through various contacts on his device before he finds someone. It's intrusive, it's bothersome, and it's horribly early in the morning, but he texts Puffy.

<Skeppy> i know it's a bad time and you're probably not awake but can i make an appointment

<Skeppy> for like

<Skeppy> right now

He places his head on his pillow and closes his eyes, but he's practically shocked awake by a vibration in his hand.

<CaptainPuffy> Meet me at my therapist office!!

<Skeppy> ok

<Skeppy> thank you

He wants to go back to sleep, but Skeppy wasn't one to bail out on plans—even if he showed up fashionably late. He shuffled out of bed, slotted a hoodie over his body, put on pants, and splashed water on his face from the bathroom sink, before heading all the way downstairs. The front door was already open, and he began putting on his shoes so he could head out.

“Hey, Skeppy!” a friendly voice greets from the kitchen. It's Bad of course (really, who else would it be?), cooking something on the stove. The patting of small dog feet is as clear as day, as Rat was running around rambunctiously from inside to out, with a pink toy in her mouth. The demon's large body turned towards Skeppy, noticing his hunched-over frame next to the front door. “Are you going somewhere?”

Trying to speak over the sizzling pan, he speaks loudly, “Yeah, I'll probably be back in an hour or so.” He smiles softly at Bad, who smiled back with sunshine and enthusiasm on him, before turning back to his cooking.

“Stay safe,” Bad returns, before humming a small tune barely audible over his cooking, indicating the end of their short-lived conversation. Some part of Skeppy is… upset, wanting Bad to speak to him more; but that's the issue, isn't it? His finger traces the back of the shoe that was tucked in while inserting his foot, pulling it out, before unfurling himself and standing up.

Skeppy looks back at Bad before leaving the house. Despite designating the time as "now", the diamond man is truly in no rush to head to the Therapuffy office. It's rather early in the morning—the sun barely peaked out from the horizon—making it somewhat cold. The breeze made him shiver, yet feel relaxed, making him stop and close his eyes before pressing onward.

The steps he makes up the wood stairs leading into the Prime Path feels monumentous. He gradually gains an ache in his legs (should he be working out more?) and once he makes it to the top, he takes a munch of golden carrot, before sprinting down the Prime Path faster than he's ever run before. He needs to get away from his thoughts, from his close quarters proximity with Bad for the past few days—away from Bad. It's not that Skeppy hates Bad, he just hates the way he feels because he's never dealt with this before. He never really thought about anyone like this in his time living as a solitary gemfolk underground, and these thoughts were becoming more pronounced by day.

By the time he sees The Therapuffy Office, Skeppy is standing at the top of the stairs, looking down at it, surrounded by roses that decorate The Prime Path. He has to confront his thoughts, he knows, but it's terrifying having to tell someone else. He knows Puffy is a good person and that he could trust her to help him with his complicated mindset, but that was usually Bad's job. It hurts to think someone's replacing Bad in this instance, but if he knew the truth…

Skeppy makes it down the stairs, takes a deep breath, and steps inside the office. Puffy's kneeling on the floor, looking through a chest that has a few books in it and holding papers in her hand—presumably important, and something Skeppy doesn't need to know. When Skeppy closes the door, that's when Puffy notices him.

​​“Oh, hi Skeppy!” Puffy greets with cheeriness in her voice; despite the clock above the window saying it's barely past 5 AM. She places the assorted items inside the chest and stands up, brushing off her casual uniform; a white top with ruffles underneath a brown corset with matching brown pants and leather heel-toed boots. “It's so nice to see you.” Her hair is tied back in a low ponytail, with loose strands tucked behind her ears and under her sheep horns.

“You too, I guess, Discount Skeppy,” he teasingly responds, despite his heart practically beating out of his chest. He plays it off with a smile and nods when Puffy turns to lead him inside of her therapy room, opening the door to let him walk through.

It's a rather small room with a couch on one end—the one Skeppy assumed he sat on, so he did—with an armchair fitting Puffy's large stature on the opposite end of the room, sitting in a corner away from the door. There's a plant on a side table between them, giving them comfortable space, and a bookcase with colorful books and even more interesting-looking toys on them. Skeppy watches as Puffy closes the door and sits on the armchair, and he breathes slowly to relax, looking at Puffy as she gets situated in her seat, shifting around until she becomes comfortable. He notices how stiff he feels, and he breathes slowly and deeply, pushing himself back onto the couch to force comfort on his bones. Then he sat up straight, because it felt awkward.

Puffy crosses her legs, and Skeppy notices she has a book and quill in both hands, but her thumb is wedged between pages; keeping it open, but not quite enough to write in. “First of all, I just wanted to say, I am glad you're here. Not everyone is willing to open up in a vulnerable, emotional way, so it is very brave that you're here today.” She's smiling softly at Skeppy. 

The man just breathes in response and chuckles; it's breathy and nervous, but Puffy's smile doesn't falter, only closing her eyes. “Thanks,” he responds. He's never done this before. What is he supposed to say?

“I also want to say that everything here will be confidential. I won't tell a soul about your business, and I'm not going to tell people you came in here, either. So, don't worry about that.” Puffy takes off her sunglasses, revealing her striking green eyes, and sets it on the side table next to the potted plant; an allium, standing tall and healthy. “Also, you're able to walk out at any time. No hard feelings.”

“Alright. Thank you,” he repeats. Suddenly he notices how horrible he's keeping eye contact with her. Skeppy looks at her and her smile has since faded somewhat, but she still looks kind as always.

“So, what do you expect to gain by the end of our conversation today?”

Such a simple question gets simple answers. “Clarity, I guess? I'm really confused.” His fingers are intertwined together—he pulls them apart and together in a rhythmic motion, keeping his hands busy while his thoughts are occupied. He focuses on that, and doesn't look up at Puffy. “I just… I think I like being told what to do. I'm not really good at planning for the long-term, and it would be nice to have someone help me with this.”

He hears shifting, so his eyes glance upwards to look at Puffy; she's writing something down. He goes back to the way his hands move. “Making these sorts of decisions are really hard for anyone. I'll try to help you as best as I can.” They're silent for a few moments—Skeppy focuses on his breathing, almost dissociating, pulling away from his body—and she finally speaks again once the sound of writing on paper stops. “Does this have to do with a relationship?”

His heart stops abruptly in his chest, but at least he's pulled back to the conversation. The world pauses, too, at least to him. Skeppy isn't sure whether he wants to laugh, or cry, or both. It's horribly obvious to everyone around them, isn't it? They're both just scared of the repercussions. Everyone teases them about it. He just nods slowly, his eyes wandering towards the door. “It's about Bad.”

Suddenly a world of understanding opens up. Skeppy's suddenly hyperaware of how other people have been viewing their relationship, and Puffy understands why Skeppy is here in the first place. She gives him a few seconds to process his impending sense of panic and doom, before she says, “I understand feeling like you could lose someone you care about because of your feelings.”

Skeppy looks up at Puffy, who's just smiling kindly at him. Even though they've had their dumb little arguments, he still values her highly as his friend; and now a trusted confidant. “Yeah. I guess I just… need to hear it from somebody else, you know?” he suggests, tracing his eyes away. In his peripheral vision he sees Puffy nod at him.

“Are there any significant things that prevent you from asking him out?” Puffy asks. “Things like… insecurities, or other partners?” She crosses her legs, looking at him, but clearly intending to jot things down by the way she's holding her pen.

Honestly, he doesn't know where to start with that. “I know he's had partners in the past, but I don't really care about that, because it's whatever.” He shrugs, eyes tracing a distinct floral pattern on the mauve carpet. “I'm just… scared of losing him. I don't want my feelings to break us up, which I guess is selfish.” He raises his arms in a half-hearted shrug, before protecting himself by cupping his elbows. “I feel like what we have right now is good, and I don't want to change that, but I want so much more that it hurts.”

And it hurt being so brutally honest with Puffy, but she hadn't judged him this far.

She hears him breathing deeply from across the room, obviously preparing to say something.

“I talked to Bad yesterday while he was at the trading area,” Puffy tells him, slowly and concisely. “I promise you, he values you very deeply. And while he may have had other relationships in the past—which may rightfully make you upset—he only has one Skeppy, and that's you. And I don't think he would ever, ever leave you, even if his life depended on it. You're his best friend, and he's given so much up to be with you.”

Skeppy would never admit he's cried before. He's never seen anybody around him cry before, and he's seen emotions be used as weakness, as manipulation, and as fuel to hurt others. But at this moment, more than ever, he felt he needed to cry. He didn't want to, but the more he thought about holding it back, the more tears that wanted to flow.

It became overwhelming. So, for the first time in a very, very long time, a warm tear brushed across Skeppy's cheek and he closed his eyes shut. He felt hurt. He felt ashamed. And even though the feelings were already showing, he didn't want to cry out loud . He sniffled and sobbed as quietly and as sparsely as he could, and brought his sleeve up to his face to wipe them off. When his vision is cleared, he looks at Puffy, who's giving him a sympathetic smile; but he tears his eyes away quickly. He knows he looks terrible.

He could sense the tense air that permeates the room now. “So… what do I do?”

Puffy sizes up Skeppy for a few seconds, looking down at his hands before back to his eyes. “Well, that's… tough. I can certainly sympathize with the way you feel, and it must be scary. I think that, if BadBoyHalo is someone you really want, you have to ask him out,” she says. She quickly adjusts herself on the chair, giving Skeppy time to process the words. “I know your world revolves around him, as does his with you, yet you still have plenty of friends here. Including me, and Quackity.”

“So, once you get the courage to, you can ask him out,” Puffy offers. “I know it's scary. He feels like he's your world—but you have people like me, and everyone else here, as your friends. There are so many people who support you and want the best for you, just like he does. I trust that both of you will do the right thing.”

“Thank you, Puffy.”

---

Skeppy leaves Therapuffy after she gives him a bucket of water to clean his face with. He sits on his knees at the side of the building, cleaning his face from the streaks of tears and freshening himself up, before leaving the bucket next to the door. He begins walking to his and Bad's house, entering when the sun was higher in the sky than when he exited.

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Bad suddenly looked serious. He put his palm up, gesturing for Skeppy to place his hand in his—and when he did, Bad put a familiar bottle of lube in it. “It starts tomorrow,” he says quietly, but his eyes are focused on the diamond's expression, or lack thereof. Skeppy's eyes are wide, looking up at demon, processing the information. With all the awkward delivery of a hesitant, blushing mess, the demon says, “If you want to help, be sure to prep tomorrow. And prep well. Good night.”

Before Skeppy could even say anything to him, or register the reality of the situation, Bad spun around and left the room. In some ways, he feared his reaction, but also it would be totally reasonable for Skeppy to back out. Last night was not exactly a one-to-one recreation of what happened; it's a completely different mental state than sober, non-rut BadBoyHalo. But at the back of his head, he wished he didn't—as the fantasy of a bent-over, cum-filled Skeppy remained burnt into his mind.

At this point, Skeppy should be used to preparing himself, and the feelings of his fingers (and bigger) in his body. That wasn't the issue, yet his heart was pounding out of his chest. He was thinking about what would happen after he was done with this.

He gasped, tracing a thumb over his ass, before inserting his pointer finger all the way inside. He closed his eyes and bit his lower lip, then put his middle finger in with the rest. He's used to two, even three, but he doesn't want to push himself along too quickly. At this point, he's very intimate with rushing things along and assuming things are fine—so he takes his time, allowing his free hand to run underneath his hoodie and up his chest. It's warm to him, but other people have claimed he's cold to the touch. Bad never mentioned it; maybe he doesn't mind. His head swims and his mind flutters, allowing him to think of intimate touches, a lip instead of a hand on his collarbone and eyes gazing lovingly down on him when he closes his eyes.

Bad tilted its head back, hissing. One of its claws reached forward to grab at a mop of blue hair, gripping it tight, as if he'd fall off this world without it. He looks down and there's Skeppy, with tears in his eyes, struggling to take it down his throat. He looks pretty, and some selfish conscious might even think he looks prettier like this, crying and struggling to breathe. It makes Bad swell with pride; one, because his cock is fucking big, and two, because Skeppy's taking it. The man whose mouth was so big and loud, it might as well have been used for something other than talking. It was so grossly satisfying, and Bad loved it.

If Bad could describe his brain in the state of rut, it'd probably say that it was on fire, or absolutely melted. His body certainly felt like that when he woke up. Despite being naked and sleeping with pretty thin covers, he thrashed around until his blanket was off of his body, his sheets underneath drenched in sweat. He wasn't even in rut yet; he knew he still had his foot out the door because he could recognize the state he was in and still had a sense of self. He panted, rubbing his cheek before staring at a clock in his wall, which only told him it was a little too early to be awake. Around 3AM, to be exact—or was it 15 minutes into an hour? He can't tell; his eyes were unfocusing. Either way, his rut would be starting soon.

Reaching a shaky hand out, he grabbed a bottle of water off of his nightstand. He uncorked it with his claws and practically shoved it to his lips, drinking it all down with no hesitation. It usually helped with the overheating that consumed his body, but not the fog in his head that demanded sex. Bad rubbed his neck, wanting to touch down there but not wanting to just yet. Skeppy was probably sleeping in the room nearby. He couldn't do it; he shouldn't touch himself.

But the thought of Skeppy always made its mind do 180° spins. It thought about the diamond's pretty lips, how they would feel if he kissed him. Bad's mind played a little fantasy; one where a pair of pretty blue lips trailed down a charcoal chest, past a smooth lean abdomen, and right onto a hard, angry, red cock. The same stiffness that was currently sitting between his legs, taunting him, wanting him to touch. And he needed friction so badly—he was nearing rut, but he wanted to hold out, he wanted to prove to himself these thoughts were only for the rut and the rut only.

A frustrated whine left his mouth, tilting his head back as a balled fist hit the soft bed below him. He didn't want to. He only felt like he needed to, he kept reminding himself. It's not going to kill him if he doesn't. But fuck did it felt like it; he wanted to succumb to those thoughts so badly, to jerk off to the imagery of imaginary Skeppy sucking him off. Bad's eyes scrunched together as he kicked his legs, thinking about fucking the pretty lips with his cock. Need it so bad, need it so bad.

Whereas before he could feel himself fighting against the waves, Bad could feel in his chest the way his body tip under the water before he was pulled down into the depths. Hands danced to his inner thighs, wanting to touch; instead, he just rubbed his thighs together. Deciding he needed friction at that very moment, he spat in his hand before jerking off, the free hand reaching for the bottle of lube. He still had half a mind to try to stifle his moans, still knowing Skeppy was in the house and could possibly hear him; even if he was asleep, Bad couldn't get the thought of Skeppy hearing him out of his head. Skeppy couldn't leave his head. It wouldn't be long until he lost himself entirely.

Skeppy felt so small in Bad's arms. He was so tiny, mentally comparing their body sizes, while he was gripped everywhere by large hands. It wasn't new, but it shocked Skeppy each time Bad held him close like this. The diamond was grabbed anywhere from his thighs to his ass, holding back moans as Bad shamelessly grabbed him in such sensitive areas.

With his face pressed against the pillow, Skeppy watched Bad behind him. He hurriedly popped the bottle of lube and lathered himself. Maybe it was a ritual, but Bad was the one to hand Skeppy a potion bottle filled with lube yesterday, and he giggled a little remembering the words from yesterday. But maybe he shouldn't have been giggling, because as soon as Bad was done prepping, he plunged his cock right into him.

"I'm gonna come," Skeppy meekly whined.

"Hold it," Bad ordered.

But Skeppy couldn't. It was all so sudden and quick and good that Skeppy just came, crying as his cum pooled below him. Overstimulation quickly overwhelmed him because BadBoyHalo did not stop. He was not satisfied with one that wasn't even his own. Disregarding Skeppy's cries, and him not saying fourteen, Bad continued pumping his cock in and out of the blue diamond.

"So tiny," he groaned, voice gruff, "so small. So sensitive." One of his claws scraped the flesh of Skeppy's ass, causing him to squeal. No blood—even if he were drunk on lust, he wouldn't. "I didn't even come yet, little gem." There was something so different to his tone of voice that Skeppy had yet to fully process as Bad . This was something darker, more lustful, more… seductive.

Skeppy gasped, feeling cold liquid hit him. He looked back and, oh, Bad was just pouring more lube onto the base of his cock. His expression grew a little worried, but the demon seemed to look like he was having fun. So he dipped his head down, moaning as Bad pushed in all the way again. He's gonna come in me again, he thought, head dirty and full. He's gonna fill me up.

"Wanna come again," Bad whined. "Wanna get it all in you." It didn't register for him that he had already came a few times already and his body was worn out; his dumb, rut-driven brain said he needed to breed and that's all he needed to think about. He grabbed Skeppy's waist and began fucking him again, pushing and pulling him onto his cock, while the man underneath him moaned into the pillow.

Skeppy went numb. Well, he could still feel Bad fucking him from behind, and his back was sore , but he couldn't feel his cock hitting his weak points. He got so used to the feeling of Bad fucking him that it felt natural, a sensation unworthy being noted of. Like part of his purpose was to get fucked by Bad; Prime's Plan, if you will. The realization of a burning rim yet feeling no impact made heat pool to the head of his cock. Before he knew it, he wanted to get off, but it hurt, and he loved it.

"S-so wet," Bad whined, "and warm, like a p-pussy, fuck."

It felt like the entirety of the diamond's body went warm at the words, lurching forward violently. He gripped onto the sheets as if trying to linger onto the last bits of sobriety before tumbling into the pits of Hell where BadBoyHalo was living. "Shit," Skeppy murmured under his breath, tinged with a slight whine—how could he not?

Unlike the last week leading up to BadBoyHalo's ruts, Skeppy slept well. However, this time, when Skeppy woke up, he felt like he was being jostled around. Once he gained his sense of direction, slowly, he noticed he was bouncing up and down. And, finally, once he was fully awake, he realized he was already being pumped up and down on a thick cock, with lewd whines leaving his lips.

Skeppy's eyes shot wide open once his body finally woke up, moaning loudly. "Bad! Fuck!" It was a rude awakening, but a welcome one, feeling it grip his waist incredibly tight. If he were human, claws would have dug in and made him bleed, but luckily being a gemfolk was a blessing. For both of them. Bad was treating Skeppy like a fleshlight and he was loving every second of it, waking and asleep.

"Agh, Skeppy," Bad groaned, sounding breathless. "Morning, fuck ."

"That you are," Skeppy says with a shaky laugh, tilting his head back and moaning after.

---

When the fog clears in Bad's mind, the first thing that hits him is the distinct smell of sex . It's dingy and, even though Bad doesn't dislike the act of sex itself, the after is always so, so gross, especially after-rut; there's always fluids everywhere . When he finally has his head clear and he sees what he's done to himself, he can't help but find it so disgusting.

It's worse when he realizes someone's still in bed with him. He looks over and Skeppy's sleeping soundly, and suddenly Bad is freaking out . Oh, what did you do, BadBoyHalo? He looks so calm, but the both of them are practically covered in dried cum, and he quickly sits up in bed. Bad doesn't want to wake Skeppy up, but he is verbal when he's upset. He usually has a lot to say, but so many thoughts were flying through his head that one thought didn't finish before the next began. 

His hands are sweaty. Suddenly his heart is so loud and his eyes are wide. The demon begins hyperventilating, and buries his face in his claws. He tries to crawl into a ball, his tail thrashing wildly from side to side, probably hitting Skeppy.

That's most likely what woke the diamond up, who got on his knees to instantly comfort Bad. “Are you okay?” he asks with a quiet, concerned voice. "What's wrong?"

"I—" Bad sucked in a shaky breath, pulling claws to his face to wipe away his own tears. "I hurt you. I know I did. I had to have. I'm so sorry, Skeppy."

Skeppy's never seen Bad cry. Maybe frustrated or stressed tears, but never ones out of fear or hurt or scared. Even the worst pranks would usually result in an outburst of stress and panic, but never—never this. And it's one of the most soul-crushing feelings in the world, but it wasn't about him right now. It was about the demon in front of him, trying to compress himself as small as possible, before throwing himself back and trying to hide himself in the sheets like a child covering themself from the sun.

"Bad." Skeppy's voice is stern but soft, trying to claw itself through the thick layer of panic and bedsheets Bad's head is wrapped in. Not quite as urgent as the voice usually would be. "You didn't hurt me. I'm not mad at you. Look at me. I'm fine, Bad."

Though there were many, there wasn't as much bruising as there could have been; call it a perk of his species' tough skin. Skeppy had some purple bruises around his waist where Bad gripped too tightly, some bites on his shoulder from marks he was trying to give—but otherwise Skeppy could have looked worse after a week of nonstop primal fucking from literally anyone else in rut.

But that isn't what Bad saw. He only saw the aftermath of their bed, ruined by sex . And that's how the demon thought that's what their relationship was now, still keeping his eyesight shielded from Skeppy. "I'm a monster, Skeppy, a hostile mob. I hurt things when I go into rut," he insists, voice raised. "I had to have hurt you."

Skeppy stared at the lump of Bad's figure under the sheets and he laid down next to it, staying above the covers.

"I like you," he says, quietly.

Bad must have been too busy breathing heavily and sobbing to hear him.

"I like you," Skeppy repeats more urgently.

Suddenly, everything stops—even the sound of Bad's hyperventilating has been reduced to quiet sniffles, now alert.

Fuck it. "I love you, Bad," Skeppy finally says, voice straining to get the words out. But it's what he needs to know.

The reaction takes a few minutes to get. First Bad's paused under the bed, then he slowly rises from the sheet and sits up next to the diamond. His face has streaks left from damp tears and Bad wipes them on the side of his wrist. "You mean that?" he finally asks, a slight hesitancy to his tone.

"Of course not," Skeppy says, mumbling. "I wouldn't prank you like this." He vaguely gestures to the state of the bed. "This—" he pauses, swallowing hard, "—whole thing would be too extreme, even for me."

Bad nods slowly, gaze drifting off somewhere else. "Right," he stammers, before laughing a little bit and wiping tears that come to the rim of his eyes. "Right, yeah."

Skeppy wants to touch, he really does, but he's a little scared. He's got it off his chest—now what? His hand reaches and wraps itself around Bad's wrist, meaning to be comforting, but pulls down his hand to look at Bad's face. There's a sadness in Bad's eyes, but at the same time, he's smiling at Skeppy so earnestly.

"You idiot," Skeppy says before kissing him.

Bad's taken aback by their first kiss, eyes wide, but he finally relaxes his shoulders and kisses back with a content sigh. When the gemfolk pulls away, Bad just whispers, "I love you too."

Skeppy grins wide. "Now can we have breakfast?"

The demon laughs. "Maybe—" He wipes his face. "Maybe after we… clean up."

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They didn't talk about it for a while, still trying to get out of the haze of sex. Soon, though, Bad unlatches one of the windows and the fresh air enters the room, and he stands in front of it—naked, but it looks like the remaining tension finally left his body.

Skeppy looks at him, unabashedly staring down at his ass at points, before back to Bad. "Are you feeling better?" He's still laying in bed, which is gross by his own admission, but his entire body also feels like it's run multiple marathons.

"A little bit," Bad replies. "I kinda want to throw up, to be honest."

"Well, don't," Skeppy quips unhelpfully.

"I'll try."

They both hold still for a few moments. Bad leans over the edge, trying to not throw up. Skeppy slowly sits up on the bed, watching Bad carefully.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Skeppy finally asks.

Bad's muscles tense up visibly. Skeppy sees the way its shoulders freeze where they are, almost as if the demon was trying to make himself smaller. But Bad finally nods, mumbling some sort of affirmation under its breath, and sits on the edge of the bed.

Skeppy stares up at him while Bad explains everything.

"I was scared that… my selfishness and my weirdness would hurt you," Bad starts, slowly but surely. "It's always been a growing fear that… I would do that eventually. Because it's always happened with entities, whether I love them or not." He has a hard time looking Skeppy in the face, unable to read his expression, but he tries anyway. "I didn't want you to become one of them. One of the people I hurt. Because I love you, and that's scary."

Skeppy rubs Bad's arm gently, supportively. "That's what it was like with me too. I didn't want to ruin what I thought was already good enough, even if I wanted more." He still can't look Bad in the eyes when he says it. "I never got the impression you liked anyone , really."

Bad nods in response, though Skeppy's not looking at him to see it. "I do," he whispers, as if it's a secret needed repeating. "I like you." The both of them sit there idly, looking off into the distance, until the demon finally speaks up: "Do you want to start dating?"

Skeppy laughed, and rested his head against its arm. "If we didn't start dating after all that mess, I'd have given up, dude."

"Poor you," Bad laughs.

The blue diamond looks around the room, takes a big whiff of the room around them, and cringes. "We need to clean up this place, bad ," he murmurs under his breath.

[ cue them getting together, getting married and having skephalo love children ]

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Author's Notes: Good For You

Good For You has to be one of the most daunting, difficult, and unhealthy fanfictions I've ever had to write. It's a little stressful having to write a fanfiction people have high hopes for, even if it's rewarding to read comments of people whose high hopes have been satisfied.

However, by the time this post has been released, it's been done, and I never have to touch that cursed Google Document ever again. It's relief. And I assume that, if you're reading this, you care enough about the fanfiction and the version of the characters I've written about to read this. Thank you for enjoying my fanfiction. Although I don't write about it very highly, I actually do love the fic. It's just a bit hard to display that through all the tiredness—and the fact that I'm not even done with it yet.

I'm writing this on February 25, 02:22. I can't really sleep, but I do have the document for Good For You open, still half-finished. Here's some notes I wrote on it.

Good For You

• Originally, it was meant to be a much shorter fic with only one chapter, and I didn't plan ahead (as I usually don't; maybe I should), so it quickly spiraled out of control into this behemoth of 3 chapters, once I decided that the fic would be more evenly-paced.
• The original summary was, "Every few months, Skeppy and BadBoyHalo prepare very thoroughly. They clean every single surface meticulously, do the laundry, fix beds, prepare food, and more - all in order to get ready for Bad's weeklong rut." However, once the second chapter was added, it would be extended to feature the last sentence which is seen in the published version.

1/3 - Fall Into Place

• I began writing it on October 26, 2022, at 22:28. I was practically in a writing frenzy from then to October 31, 00:40, when I would publish it later that day.
• This chapter initially did not have a title in the drafts, since it was meant to be a single-chapter fic.

2/3 - Desperation

• I began writing this chapter on October 31, 2022, at 04:52. I wrote every day until November 6, 2022, 04:54, and would publish it later. (I would then make teensy edits to the officially-published version.)
• Bad had a knot that was becoming noticeable at the end of the chapter; however, I removed it, as I didn't want there to be more similarities to A/B/O fanfiction. (Look out for a similar note for chapter 3.)
• The chapter was initially called Á La mode—hinting back to the fact Bad cooks a lot—but was renamed to Look At Us, as I used the same chapter name in another one of my fics (that remains unreleased), and it fit the same vibe as Fall Into Place. However, I decided to change the name to Desperation on publish, as it fit the theme and vibe of the chapter more.

3/3 - Good For Me

• I began writing this chapter on November 6, 2022, at 12:45—after I got a good morning's rest. I called it "Good, No More" (still not sure why).
• The draft of C3 went through a few title changes. On November 8, 2022 (at 2:15), I added "Rain Down, Darling") and on February 25, 2:45 (while writing, yes) I added "Good For Me"—which, I think, is a fairly satisfying end.
• I wrote in a scene where Bad's knot doesn't fit and he complains about it, but I removed it after decanonizing Bad's knot.

"Bad whined, sounding upset. Skeppy wanted to look up behind him, wanted to reassure the demon, but he couldn't; his entire body burned from being used like a toy. But he gasped as Bad pushed deeper despite being plunged all the way in, making Skeppy's face rub against the pillow. "My, my knot doesn't fit," he cried out. "Mmph, wanna, fff, wanna make it fit one day.""

• While writing, I considered making three chapters into four by splitting up the constant sex marathon...but honestly, I didn't want to write more.

2025 Addition:

When I wrote the final chapter of GFY, I only wrote what I finished in 2022. Over the months and years, I would come back to it occasionally and joke to my close friends that I'd finish it one day, though it never happened. Honestly, I don't even really know why I published the draft aside from the realization I wasn't passionate about GFY and I wouldn't finish it. I'm sincerely sorry to everyone who I reacted negatively to and lashed out at for asking for the next chapter, however I also implore you to please brush up on AO3 etiquette. It's a thing that still kind of irks me to this day and I hope people would be more understanding regarding the circumstances in which someone chooses to release any sort of work—not just fanfiction, and not just creative works. I am not a machine that could just write 10k words of fanfiction and call it a day, and as you can see my mental and physical health suffered a lot while writing the fic. On top of the burden, I was getting bullied in certain circles for writing MCYT fic, as AO3 and MCYT sparked in popularity and ridicule during that time. I hope none of you go through what I did during that time, and I hope anyone who did do upsetting things towards me, intentionally or not, changed.

Good For You: My BadBoyHalo Canon

Hello! This post was brought to you by my fanfiction, Good For You. If you haven't read it, that's cool, but I recommend doing so. This post is full of personal headcanons that I've created for the fanfiction.

• Bad retains his canonical height of 9'6ft tall. His skin is charcoal black, but has the subtle tint of red, which is brighter where the blood pools the most (dick, cheeks when blushing, etc). His veins are purple.
• Bad has a spade tail, pretty long; basically the length of his waist down to his leg and then some. I mentioned plenty of times that he has claws (hence why he can't stretch out Skeppy).
• I described his dick as "easily ten inches, maybe even more" with ridges behind the head and the head itself being bright red. In comparison to his height and how big you expect him to be, he's actually rather small.

2025 Addition:

As stated in one of the author's notes, I originally wrote Bad with a knot and then decanonized it. I can't exactly remember the reason why I did, but I think it's because I didn't want to write so much about them struggling with the knot during sex (though to be honest, it would have been hot if they had so much sex Skeppy stretched to it...)

Good For You: My Skeppy Canon

Hello! This post was brought to you by my fanfiction, Good For You. If you haven't read it, that's cool, but I recommend doing so. This post is full of personal headcanons that I've created for the fanfiction.

• Skeppy is average-height, around 5ft-5'5. I decided to not make him 2'2 because frankly I'm not prepared to write micro/macro yet.
• Gemfolk is Skeppy's species, basically being ore humanoids. They are born in the darkness under special circumstances, mostly in caves, and they tend to live under there. Considering gemfolk still need food to survive, many starve at a young age.
• A perk of being gemfolk is Skeppy's skin and other various textures. His skin is unable to be pierced through natural means, needing something equal to or stronger than the ore his skin is made of (such as diamond or Netherite) or something that can melt his skin (lava). The only downside to his skin is that he can't use any chemicals on it (such as soap or even potions) otherwise the quality of his exterior degrades in shininess. He still has lungs and internal organs, however, so he can die due to drowning; he is still a humanoid.
• Skeppy's hair is described as rough. I imagined it being a sandpaper-like texture.
• Temperature: His skin is also cold all-over like diamond, but areas where blood pools to are warm (cheeks, dick). Skeppy is immune to fluctuations in temperatures, consistently staying cool. His blush is purple.

2025 Addition:

Not a lot of headcanons or any additional notes for Bad or Skeppy because I try to stay loyal to personalities.