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Memories Remnant In Our Bodies

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During the slow hours of the day where there was nothing else to do, it was all too tempting to have some fun in the depths of the base. Daybreak hadn’t been spotted anywhere recently either. Nor those dolls that chose to hang around him.

With a glorious backdrop of apocalypse and despair, they’d choose to indulge yet again.

Hellcrate remembered when Alzard first proposed the idea for both of them to fuck. In the depths of their bodies remained the memories of Spanner and Minato, they looked to have been in a relationship while still alive.

They had nothing better to do at the time, so why not? Plus there was something thrilling about the fact that Alzard wanted to have sex with him in the first place. Hellcrate couldn’t help but feel smug about it. He took great pride in his appearance, and this fueled his ego tenfold.

Their first time was a long time ago.

By now it was not a secret among Glion’s ranks that they were an item. However instead of being furious about it, Glion found this to be a fascinating discovery. The chemistry of the corpses they inhabited carried over to his new dolls… Which could lead to so many wonderful experiments down the line.

He’d let them have this. Their loyalty towards him remained uncompromised, and it gave him a nice little show too.

Alzard smirked as Hellcrate pinned him up against the wall. A wild look in his eyes that only egged Hellcrate on to go further.

He bit Alzard’s lip, hard. Almost drawing blood, and definitely leaving a mark. They both knew that only delighted him. Alzard took much delight in receiving and giving them.

“You’re such a temptress sometimes, you know that?” Hellcrate's voice was dark and dripped with desire.

Alzard’s smirk morphed into a twisted grin. A look that was an all too common sight. “That sex drive of yours is fun to play around with.” His teeth sunk into Hellcrate’s neck, creating a mark of his own in return. Savoring the groan that he let out. “…And that ego of yours.”

“Oh shut up.” Hellcrate muttered, but the look in his eyes conveyed he was anything but upset. Pressing his body up against him, the growing bulge underneath his cloak only further proved he felt otherwise. Alzard shivered with excitement as he felt that heat rub against him.

It didn’t take much longer after that for Hellcrate to shove his tongue into Alzard’s mouth. Alzard happily did the same. Kissing with nothing but tongue and teeth, nearly devouring each other. Befitting of the monsters they truly were deep inside—beneath the corpses they inhibited. It was all rough and sloppy, but felt so good to them. No other way of doing this felt as satisfying after countless experiments of their own.

Though Alzard wanted to tease some more. Beginning to change the pace of their kisses to something more languid. Hellcrate hesitantly went along with it, a bit curious to see whatever it was he was planning.

Alzard slowly swirled his tongue around his. Occasionally moving in to lightly suck it, then go back to what he was doing prior. With a smirk he also sucked and nipped on his lips. Then slowly traced around them with his tongue.

He was being a tease again. No doubt wanting Hellcrate to get rough with him.

Luckily for Alzard, Hellcrate was thinking of doing just that.

He began to grind up against Alzard, their dicks rubbing together underneath their cloaks. The friction only fueled them as they started to kiss roughly again. Once Hellcrate came up for air, he began to bite around all of Alzard’s neck.

Alzard took pleasure in the pain of each and every one. Moaning as he gripped his hair.

“Mine.” Hellcrate growled, before taking another bite. This one harder than the others.

Alzard gasped, the grip in his hair only getting tighter. “Ah…” He slid a gloved hand to Hellcrate’s cheek. “Now that’s new.”

“Got a problem with that?” For a moment his expression shifted into something unamused.

“Far from it. You know I like it when our experiments get rough.” He bit his ear, before slowly licking it. Feeling Hellcrate shudder against him. “You’re mine too. No one else can have you.” Then he gave another bite to prove his point.

Hellcrate could only smirk after hearing that. A sense of pride washed over him.

Alzard grabbed Hellcrate’s bulge, interrupting his rising ego. “Now fuck me already, Hellcrate.”

In a flash Alzard’s cheek was pressed against the concrete wall as he was rapidly turned around. Both cloaks were tossed aside, next his pants were pulled down. He felt an ache between his thighs once he heard Hellcrate unzip his pants from behind.

Unlike humans, they didn’t need to worry about preparation. When compared, the bodies of Homonculi were constructed differently. Yet another way humans were inferior. Having to worry about something so trivial.

Alzard moaned as Hellcrate slowly pushed inside. He looked behind to see Hellcrate have a look of intense focus as he gripped onto his hips, filling him up to the hilt. And there was something so hot about it that Alzard couldn’t quite describe. He bit his lip, grinding up against Hellcrate. Egging him on yet again.

As time passed both of them felt the memories of the bodies of their models begin to influence them during sex. It had always been rough, that was how they both liked it. They could feel that Spanner and Minato seemed to have enjoyed it that way too on some nights.

But over countless encounters, more passion began to develop.

What they had developed couldn’t quite be described as love. Both of them were too twisted for that, as per Glion’s training and design… But an indescribable connection between Alzard and Hellcrate was there. At this point they had become deeply intertwined with each other. The memories deep inside both of their consciousness' only intensified that.

However, whatever it is they had didn’t need to be love either. Nor did homuncili require it. The relationship they possessed satisfied the pair, even if it wasn't something that could be easily categorized. And that was more than enough for them.

Not the mention the sex was great too.

Hellcrate's fingers dug harder into Alzard’s hips, and he began to thrust. Sounds of skin slapping against each other echoed the empty room, as well as Alzard moaning with maniacal laughs sprinkled throughout. Continuing to fuel Hellcrate to go on.

“Yes that’s it… Harder!” Alzard reached in-between his legs to stroke himself, increasing the stimulation. His body was on fire and it felt so fucking good. The sensation of his gloves against his dick only added to that.

Normally all that was on his mind was despair. To create it, collect it, and savor every last drop of it. Enjoying the despair of various test subjects to the fullest as he destroyed lives. It was such a potent and addictive emotion. To see despair color and twist the faces of humans was unlike anything else.

Right now however, all he could think about was how much he wanted to be fucked and filled. The thrill of sex was the only thing he could ever see himself agree with humans about. Outside of conjuring despair, he took immense pleasure in these moments with Hellcrate.

And he knew Hellcrate felt the same. That showed itself through how thoroughly he fucked him every time they'd have sex.

Hellcrate groaned as he kept pounding into Alzard, the heat from his hole was nearly overwhelming. Continuously swallowed by that warmth, he went in as deep as he could.

Hitting up against Alzard's prostate, the Dragon Malgam inside him was let out for a moment as he roared. He cackled again right after. Looking over to Hellcrate with an intense gaze, and a crooked smile.

“Keep going!”

Hellcrate could see how disheveled Alzard looked. His hair was messed up, lips swollen, and his skin was covered in hickies. No doubt he looked similar to that. It was a glorious sight to behold. And it went straight to Hellcrate's head, as well as his dick.

Only he could do this to Alzard.

As Hellcrate kept hitting against his prostate, Alzard knew he was close. Fire pooled up inside him until he saw white, coming right into his hand as his body shook.

That was enough for Hellcrate to come right inside him after a few more thrusts, his hips trembling as he came. Once he pulled out his ego only kept skyrocketing to new heights as he saw his cum drip out of Alzard’s hole. Slowly moving down his leg.

Alzard turned around, pulling Hellcrate closer by the tie for another rough kiss. He sucked on his bottom lip before wrapping his free arm around his neck. Pulling him close with a whisper, “Have another round in you?”

“Are you two done yet?” A voice interrupted them—it was Lakineiles. Glancing over to them from across the room with a smug look. Who knew how much she saw. “Master Glion requires both of you.”

Alzard let go of Hellcrate’s tie, then walked away to get his cloak.

Lakineiles put on her blood red veil before strutting down the hall. “You two are always so loud, by the way.”

Hellcrate clenched his fist. “That little…” He stopped when Alzard raised his hand to Hellcrate’s lips.

“She has a point.” His eyes widened, looking crazed once more. “But who cares?” Putting his cloak back on, “We shouldn’t make Master wait too long for us.”

“You’re right.”

Alzard smirked again before teasingly taking one last nip at Hellcrate’s lips. “There’s always the future for more experiments. Now… What kind of delicious despair will Master ask us to create this time?” His voice absolutely giddy and twisted as he started to walk away.

Hellcrate could only scoff with a tiny wry smile before following him.

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