“Dez….”
“Dez…….”
“De- ah! Ahhh….”
Altare’s body jolts, and with one last thick squelch echoing loud and wet in the room, the ‘Hero’ shudders as he pulls out of a mass of fleshy slime. The deep red and pink of flesh is complimented so well splattered with his seed. A breathy smile grows across his face, it’s perfect, he thinks, the colour of Dez’s life and his mingling together - beautiful. He leans forward, wrapping his arms around the cold figure, “Dez….you’re so good. So good.” He whispers, indulging in the last traces of the herbs and chemicals that attach their scent to the alchemist. A few intestines slither out, hugging Altare’s legs. It’ll stain his pants for sure, but that’s fine.
“I love you Dez.”
“That’s nice Leader, but come on, pack it up.”
Sharp blue eyes flick up at the voice. “.....Just a little more?” He asks, clutching the still weight closer. There’s a gross schlop as he does so, and the other man grimaces.
“Yeahhhhhh - no. The other guys are already suspicious enough. Though you didn’t want ‘em to know your little,” he gestures vaguely, “hobby.”
Altare frowns, it’s true, he’s almost certain that Vesper’s already figured it out, but is too polite? Scared? Unwilling? To confront him about it. And as for Axel….well, that guy might want to join in. Something which Altare would never allow, only he can see Dezmond like this. Dezmond is his. “One more?” He pleads.
“No sir. No can do.”
“But-” Altare suddenly stands, the body in his arms dropped cold on the ground, “-then why send down another clone, Dezmond?” He steps closer.
Surprise lights across Magni’s face, “You can tell I’m a clone?”
“No, but I know my little Dezzy-Wezzy enough to figure that he’d send one last clone down.” Altare smiles. Another step.
Magni sputters, “De-Dezzy-Wezzy!? That’s gross, ew ew ew. Anyway-” The clone steps further into the room, closing the door behind him, “-just get it over with.”
“Wah~ haha!” Altare cheers happily, “Thank you I’ll be sure to savour it.” A little kiss in the cheek and Altare’s hand-
“Wait.” Magni, pushes against his leader’s shoulders, “Aren’t you ever afraid that you’ll get it wrong? That one day it won’t be a clone?”
The hero laughs, soft and melancholic, he has a smile on his face, but the sound saddens Magni. “Well, of course. But. I don’t care. Dez is mine, and when that day comes he’ll finally belong to me and only me forever.”
Magni’s body seizes, a chill coming from the deepest reaches of his bones, “Ah….haha. Ma-maybe all those demon lord jokes have some truth to them.” Breathing’s hard. His chest feels much too tight - it’s not his anymore. Doesn't feel like it. Oh God. He’s really going to die. He’s going to die and it’ll be at the hands of this - this monster. “I hate you.”
A terribly warm hand gently cups his cheek, “Oh, Dez. You don’t feel that way.” Altare coos. The tears that Magni didn’t even know were there get wiped away softly. “I’m your leader, you trust me don’t you?” Bright calming blue enters Magni’s vision. Eyes so full of genuine love and kindness. He finds himself nodding without knowing why. A peaceful smile graces Altare’s face, “Good boy.”
His own lips are cold and clammy, but when Altare presses against them, cheekily giving the pillowy flesh a lick, Magni doesn’t care anymore. Hesitantly, he opens his mouth, allowing his leader to run his tongue over the meat of his mouth. He squeaks when Altare traces his pallet - it's so ticklish. The gentle hand against his cheek scratches into his scalp, fisting the alchemist’s hair. Another hand plays with the outer cartilage of his ear. The assault’s too much. Too many mixed emotions and sensations. Magni’s brain can’t figure out what to focus on.
Altare sucks on his tongue and Magni’s brain explodes in endorphins. Drool bubbling down his chin, slimy and gross, it pools his mouth. His magnificent guild leader pulls away, red slick a mess across his face. There’s something fat in his mouth, it's purple against his pink tongue. Oh. It’s his.
“Good night Dez. I’ll be streaming with you later.”
Magni falls atop his doppleganger.