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It was just a normal day, for Wilson.
Finishing experiment after experiment. But just like any other day He was still tired. He hadn't made any new break through. His parents had sent him away to become a scientist in America. Or probably just
to not be a disappointment Infront of them. Wilson sighed, feeling like a failure he decides to make some food. 'Running on fumes is not a good way to make break throughs' he thought.
As he is heading down the stairs, he hears the faint crackle of the radio he has been trying to fix for a while now. The snapping and crackling of the radio confuses Wilson, as the radio was not plugged in.
As he stands there, just staring at it the crackling and popping starts to form a voice, but not a monotone voice, but a human voice.

But as he is in a trance, he fails to realize the voice is talking to him.
"-Pal, PAL, I am talking to you!" The voice says angerly.
"Wh-Wha? Wait me?" Wilson responds.
"Yes you! Do you want the deal or not?"
"What deal?"
"...I was going to give you forbidden knowledge and in return you will make something for me."
Wilson sits there for a second, thinking.
"Pal, think about it. You can finally make your parents proud; you can finally show the world how great you are!" The voice states.
Picking up the radio Wilson nods vigorously.
"Very well!" The voice says cheerfully.
A beam of light shoots out of the radio and into Wilsons head.
Images and formulas start to flood his brain, his head is starting to throb painful as the process may be, he knows it has to be done, to show the world and his deadbeat parents that he is no longer a failure, not as he was once portrayed.
As everything starts to calm down, he feels faint, trying to re-gain consciousness. But all he sees is the floor rushing at his face.
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Waking up, Wilson feels fresh, flamboyant, like he just took a nice and warm bath, and overall energized to start the day!
Attempting to sit up he feels something blocking him.
Finally opening his eyes, he sees a figure sitting at the edge of his bed, the figure was of a black silhouette of a distinguished gentleman. His eyes glowed as white pin pricks in the vast amount of semi translucent dark semi solid looking material.
Wilson screams and scrambles backwards, reaching for the razor he regularly keeps on his bedside table, just for this reason.
"Wh-Who are you! I will not hesitate to use this!" Wilson threatened.
"Really pal? Is this how you treat someone who just gave you the knowledge to do disgustingly beautiful things? And to someone who just bathed you after you fell into a pile of disgusting gloop, then took you to your bedroom and bandaged your wounds?" The figure stated.
"Y-YOU BATHED ME!" Wilson screamed.
The figure looked taken-a-back for a second then regained his gentlemanly stance.
"I didn’t realize you would react so poorly to that information, but to answer your question. Yes, I did, you were quite filthy, and I didn’t want that to get in the way of our greatness." The figure calmly stated then turned back to looking at the wall.
"If it makes you more content, I cannot see well through this projection."
"Wait? Projection? You aren’t actually here?"
"Correct, but enough about me. This is all about you!"
The figure stands up, stretching as if he was sitting there for a long period of time almost as if he just sitting there watching. Wilson sleep.
The figure then turns to Wilson, as if beckoning him to stand up.
Standing up and letting the covers fall off of him, Wilson realizes that he is completely naked. And if to make things worse, the figure is just standing there, watching him.
"Well? Are you going to get dressed?" The figure says with an irritable tone.
Wilson hesitates for a second, then grabs his clothes from his worn-out dresser and rushes to the bathroom.
"I guess I shall wait out here for you" the voice proclaimed from the bedroom.
As Wilson gets dressed, he thinks on what just happened, his broken radio spoke to him, and force fed his mind information. Then proceeded to bathe him once he passed out. And he still doesn't know how to piece it all together in a way that makes sense.
Once he was done, he walked back out into the bedroom, the figure is looking at his shelfs. They’re mostly empty but with a few worn out scientific books the shelf isn’t completely empty.
Wilson getting a better look at the figure he finds that it has no legs, just disappearing into the floor, it’s featureless face scanning the books, didn’t it say that it couldn’t see well? It is also unnaturally thin for something supposedly human, and is also how did it pick him up if it has no hands?
Seeing that Wilson has finished getting dressed the figure turns to face him
“Ah, you are done! Shall we start?”
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A few months go by, Wilson learned the figures name, Maxwell. Even though it took a little bit of questioning. But he was not able to find out anything more about the man. Wilson also figured out that this form can perceive pain or other touch stimuli.
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Wilson was working on this mysterious project that Maxwell had set him upon when he felt a presence behind him, he leaned back and tilted his head up to be eye to eye with Maxwell
“I see you are working hard” Maxwell said calmly
“I see you are hardly working” Wilson said back with a snarkier attitude
“I have done my fair share of the work!” Maxwell defended “I gave you all of this information and all I had asked is for you to build this!”
Before Wilson could say anything, Maxwell walked away with a temper tantrum, can’t even take a joke Wilson thought
A couple of minuets later a knock came at the door, Wilson wasn’t expecting guests, nor would he have had any mail.
Walking down the stairs he passes Maxwell
“Wait here, I don’t want anyone seeing you” Wilson said quietly
As Wilson reached the door the person knocked again, reaching for his razor he peeks out the peephole. Only to find his old nanny, immediately seeing his mistake he pockets the razor and opens the door wide.
“Nan!” Wilson says with excitement
“Oh, my dear Wilson. I see you are doing well.” She says with a small voice
“Nan, please come in. I can make you something to drink!” Wilson says with cheer
“That will be swell dear, I am just going to sit down on this couch over here” She says while sitting down
“What are you doing out here Nan?” Wilson says with a tinge of concern
“Is it a crime to come out and see my favorite grandson?” She says with worry but before Wilson could respond She says “I didn’t think so”
“No, I guess not” Wilson says
As he hands some tea to his Nan both of them hear footsteps on the floor above
“Aww did you finally get a boyfriend? Or better a husband?” His nan says while pinching his cheek
“No, wait… I never came out to you?” Wilson says with curiosity
“You may not have my dear, but I always knew.” She says happily “now can I meet your boyfriend?”
“Nan, he is not my boyfriend and no you can’t meet him, he is... busy.” Wilson said
“Please can I still meet him dear?” She asked
“Nan, no” Wilson says calmly but sternly.
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They talked for hours, until it got dark
“It is quite dark out and I don’t want you heading home at this time of night” Wilson says “You can stay here”
“Oh, I see you are correct dear, I suppose I can stay the night, as long as I get to see your boyfriend, he seems like a nice guy even though I haven’t seen him” She says sadly
“I will talk to him and see if he will meet you in the morning” Wilson says
As Wilson leads her down the hallway, she keeps talking about Wilson and how amazing he is and how lucky his boyfriend is, Wilson just smiles and nods.
After she is tucked in and has fallen asleep, he decides to talk with Maxwell
When he gets up the stairs, he finds Maxwell sitting on a chair and reading a book, that is made out of the same material as him.
“Maxwell, were you the one who made those footsteps? My Nan was over, and she asked to see you! Look at you! I can see through you!” Wilson said a little angry
“Hmm? Oh, so?” Maxwell says halfway distracted
“Ugh, you are unbearable!” As he says that he leaves Maxwell sitting in his lab.
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The next morning, Wilson awakes to silence, silence that tries too hard to be silent which is weird because there is always some noise, experiments still bubbling, Maxwell rustling through Wilson’s stuff, but no, nothing.
Wilson gets out of bed and heads down the stairs, the house is still disturbingly silent. He grabs his razor and heads towards his Nan’s room, fearing the worst has happened to her. As he tiptoes down the hallway, he starts to hear rustling from her room. Opening the door, he sees the worst thing he could ever imagine.
Blood is everywhere, on the walls, floor and on her, her body has been ripped apart and it looks like she was eaten alive! He walks over to her; her eyes are still closed. She never had a chance to run or even fight back, she was asleep when this happened.
He feels his eyes start to well up, she was the only one who cared for him, she had sent him money when his parents sent him away, now she was there, on his guest bed, dead. He hadn’t even got to say goodbye, not even a good night.
He falls to his knees, crying. Tears rolling down his face. His hollering echoes through out the house. For what feels like hours he is sitting there crying, in front of the body of the only one who helped him through his life.
He finally after who knows how long gets up and runs upstairs, anything to get away from the body. And he runs into Maxwell. Licking His lips.

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The portal was almost done, Wilson was tired and wanted to go home. He hated being here. He also, weirdly, hadn’t seen anything from Maxwell ever since he kicked him off the throne. Maxwell probably was put into a different world by that weird lady that saved him, Wilson thought.

All that was left was the switch…

the switch…

Throw the switch…

T̵͕̾h̷͖͂ŕ̸̝o̷̞̐w̶͓͋ ̴͈͒t̶̹̔h̵̰͌ë̶̠ ̸̞̊S̵̜̅w̵͙̆i̷̠̽t̷͙̑c̶̱͝h̸̛̼.̵̩̓.̴̘̅.̸̺̈

The temptation was too much for Wilson; He grabbed the switch and shoved it into the on position.

The portal whirred to life.

Before he could even get close to leaving, hands erupted from the ground wrapping around the broken metal frame. The crackling and snapping metal turned into smooth white marble with wrapping rose vines. The most beautiful roses bloomed from the vines as if they were a gift for him.

That didn’t take Wilson’s attention. What was more interesting was the figures now coming out of the portal, the fact that he could recognize them was worse. Willow The Firestarter walked out first, she wore a smile, but it didn't reach her face. Wickerbottom closely followed Willow. Hunched over, hair tight in a bun and lips pursed, the librarian walked over to Wilson with Willow closely following.

Impatient Willow picked up speed stealing the lead from Wickerbottom. Wickerbottom looked Willow up and down as if to say, ‘offensive much?’ Willow ignored him and opened her mouth to speak. Before she could even say anything the portal cracks and pops, shining even brighter than before. Webber came into view dragging Wendy with him. Wendy stared around the room not saying anything, while Webber looked around with excitement in his eyes. Looking at the children that had just entered the room Wilson thought about why Maxwell would choose to bring children to the Constant.

Wickerbottom pushed past Willow and stared right at Wilson, “Well dear, I believe that we must be getting this camp suited for everyone, especially if there will be more than just us arriving” Wickerbottom said in her familiar calm and grainy voice.

…She sounded so much like Nan…

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Over the course of a month, more survivors started appearing randomly through the portal. After Woodie and Warly’s appearance, Wilson started to worry if they would have enough food. To his dismay more survivors came, Wolfgang and Wigfrid. The food concern was becoming all too real. Wes showed up last, now food wasn’t the only concern, the resources had been stretched far too thin. It seems the survivors are doomed, but just to make things worse winter is rapidly approaching a bit too fast for everyone’s liking.
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Wilson woke up to a lot of chattering and noise. He exited his tent to find everyone chatting around the Florid Postern. Wilson walks up and taps Willow on the shoulder.

“Willow? What’s going on?” Wilson asks quietly.

“The portal thingy turned back on, weird since it has been a couple of weeks,” Willow replies to him, “I think practically everyone is here”

“That is weird,” Wilson nods, “Come to think about it, there is one person missing...”

“Who?” Willow’s neck snaps back staring straight at Wilson, everyone looks at him.

“Well…” Wilson trails off, “I did kind of... freed Maxwell from that horrid nightmare throne”

“WHAT!!!!!!!” Willow yells, “WHY! He is horrible!”

As Willow is screaming some sense into Wilson, the florid postern is whirring louder and louder, until it just stops. Willow immediately notices and stops yelling at Wilson, she turns around with everyone else staring at it, scared of what might happen.

Stepping out of the glowing light is an intimidating 8’ tall man wearing a beautiful purple pinstripe suit adorned with an intensely red rose. A black overcoat, adorned with gold chains holds the coat on his unnaturally thin body. In a gloved hand he is holding an antique (or so Wilson thinks) watch. In the other he is leaning on a thelucite cane. On his face rests a beautiful gold monocle. His hair is swept back, the grey stripes on both sides of his head stand out compared to the rest of his opaque black hair.

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(There is supposed to be a photo here, go check out my Tumblr for it cause it doesn't want to be here(Link in end notes)
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Maxwell looks up from the pocket watch to see everyone looking at him. He opens his mouth to say something before he gets rudely interrupted by Woodie stomping up and grabbing him, holding his free hand over his mouth.

“Oi! You aren’t going to be manipulating anyone no more!” Woodie angrily says not wanting to hear a word from Maxwell.

“MMMPHHH” Maxwell tries to break free, clawing on to Woodie ‘s arm. His gloves make it incapable for him to make any sort of mark or free himself from Woodie’s grasp. Woodie holds his mouth closed so he can’t bite. Maxwell’s eyebrows furrow getting a bit annoyed from Woodie’s actions.

“Quick Wilson, grab something to shut him up,” Woodie commands while still restraining him.

Everyone is clearly still VERY furious at Maxwell, but now that he is here with them, they might as well be getting revenge.
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Maxwell wakes up after who knows how long, with a splitting headache. He tries to get up but feels like his arms have been restrained behind his back. His head is still swimmy, he can barely think. As he starts to come back to his senses, he realizes he is tied to a tree with thick rope around his torso, and his arms. He lifts his head up but finds that he has a rope around his neck that has been tied making him unable to move his head and a rag tied around his mouth. His legs were free, but when he tried to move them, they hurt like hell. Looking around he finds it is night. The survivors seemingly gave him a small campfire, so the darkness wouldn’t eat him.

He laughed at the thought, He knew the darkness wouldn’t do anything to him, ‘Charlie’ is already afraid of him. Though, it was good that the survivors had at least some heart, that would make his pity story so much easier for them to believe.

Looking around he realized his monocle was not on his face, which made his vision slightly worse.

‘This might get difficult without both eyes’ he chuckled to himself. Maxwell finally makes eye contact with the camp. They are all sitting around a large fire pit, laughing and talking with each other. The one he is looking for is directly in front with his back facing him. Wilson was so adorable and yet so naïve, turning his back on the biggest threat here. He really must commend bravery.

Wes, who was sitting across from Wilson realized Maxwell was staring at them and started pointing at him. Everyone turned to look at Maxwell and he grinned as much as he could with the gag they put in his mouth. Since it was turning day, they all decided to clean up and head over to him.

“So, what are you doing here?” Willow questions without a second thought.

“Yeah, how are you here?” Wilson asks, “Didn’t you die when you were kicked off the throne?”

“Mph, mmm hhpm,” Maxwell tries to respond.

Wickerbottom reaches down and removes his gag “My apologizes dear, that was rude of us to keep you gagged while we interrogate you.”

“Apology accepted,” Maxwell says once the gag was removed, “and for you Higgsbury, aren’t you still supposed to be on that chair?” Maxwell asks even though he knows the answer.

Everyone looks at Wilson.

“I-I uh, well a lady came t-to save me” Wilson stammered when he was put on the spot, “wait, why aren’t you all staring at Maxwell, he is the person we are interrogating. Not me!”

Everyone looks back at Maxwell who has a small smile on his face

“Now would you all be a pal and untie me?” Maxwell says slyly.

“Nuh-uh,” Willow says, “You are staying there until we know you won’t hurt or manipulate us anymore.”

“Well, how can I do that if I am tied to a tree?” Maxwell questions “I promise I won’t do anything; I am just as harmless as any of you”
The lies roll off his forked tongue like water over a malbatross’s feathers. And they all seem to believe it. The survivors turn around to huddle and decide. Maxwell tunes them out in respect.

Finally, after a couple of minutes they turn back around.

“Okay, we have made a decision.” Willow says, “we will untie you, but you have to wear this.” Willow pulls out a leather muzzle, he wonders how they made it so quickly and if it was originally for Woodie’s were-beaver form. It is ultimately something to humiliate him but won’t actually stop him from attacking them.

“Why should I wear this?” Maxwell says with curiosity, he is just trying to get out of having to wear it and especially around everyone else. He will not take that big of a hit to his pride. Willow looks around at everyone else and they shrugged.

“At least we tried” Willow says with a scowl, “But you are on thin ice mister, one mistake and it goes on!”

Maxwell was untied and he finally got up to stretch. Everyone looks up at him in shock, He towers over them all by at least a foot in woodies case but more than that for everyone else, he looks down at them with a grin.

“I will say that I need my cane and monocle back if you want me to be any use around here.” Maxwell says.

“Here you go dear” Wickerbottom replies while handing him his cane and monocle. “I apologize for having to take them, we just didn’t want to give you a way to get out and attack us.”

“… fair,” Maxwell says with contempt.

“Wonderful!” Wickerbottom says with glee, “I have a list of chores that should be right up your alley!”

Everyone else walks away leaving Wickerbottom to chat with Maxwell.

“You already prepared a list for me? Even if you all were most likely going to banish me or worse,” Maxwell says curiously, “but I shall do what I am asked,” with that Wickerbottom hands him the small piece of parchment and walks off to most likely give the other survivors lists of their own. Maxwell then reads the list written in Wickerbottom’ s scraggily handwriting. ‘Most likely due to her age.’ Maxwell thought

Maxwell- Chores- Day 1
-Manure gathering.
-Rabbit trap gathering. (With Wilson)

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Maxwell knew where the savanna was, he had been watching them for quite a while, but he still asked because he didn’t want his cover to be blown so quickly. Being just untied he was already riding on thin ice. ‘Just follow the signs’ Wickerbottom had said.

Trudging through the long walk Maxwell finally arrived at the savanna. He drops the buckets that Wickerbottom gave him and looks around. The flat ground stretches through the horizon filled with only grass, beefalo, and poop. Maxwell looks at his surroundings with utter disgust. Despite the disgust there are no other survivors near, meaning it is the perfect place to finally test his power in this less powerful body. Crouching down and holding his hand out level to the ground, twisting his wrist and pulling his hand delicately up. The ground underneath his hand turns black and follows his hand up in a viscus liquid like form. The dead grass turns black as it travels up against gravity and into Maxwell’s hand. ‘Hmmm, less reactive than when in my normal body, but will do for now.’ Maxwell thought to himself. Standing up with the nightmare fuel in hand, he easily forms it into a ‘perfect’ replica of him, barring the lack of eyes and other facial features in a translucent black. Maxwell places his hands on his hips and observes his mirrored self before ordering it to pick up the manure and to put in the buckets, like hell he would do it himself.

After standing there for what was about an hour or so watching his clone work, he hears footsteps walking up behind him, but he chooses to ignore them and continues to watch his clone, wanting to be left alone. Then after a couple of minutes he feels a finger poke the midsection of his back. Maxwell whirls around and looks Wilson directly in the eyes.

“W̶͈̃ĥ̶̞a̷̲̐t̶͝ͅ” Maxwell growls.

Wilson holds his hands up in a non-threatening manner while backing up, “Hey! I am just here to get you so we can collect the rabbits before it gets too dark,” Maxwell forgot that he should be afraid of ‘Charlie’.

“Fine” Maxwell relaxes, with a flick of his wrist above his shoulder he orders the clone to follow. While following Wilson to the rabbit traps, he notices Wilson frequently looking over his shoulder at the clone cautiously. Maxwell chooses to ignore it.

Arriving on the other side of the savanna, the sun was still blaring down on them as it was closer to the end of the summer, but still scalding hot. Wilson, feeling the heat shrugged off his red vest and dropped it next to his backpack while rolling up his sleeves, revealing the long fingerless gloves that are tight against his skin. Wilson stretches his arms above his head which pulls his shirt up which reveals scars on his semi toned stomach, Maxwells mouth started watering. Wilson turns and catches Maxwell staring; Maxwell closes his mouth quickly.

“What are you looking at?” Wilson snaps.

“Nothing” Maxwell says, a bit too quickly while turning his head to side, “aren’t we going to be grabbing the rabbits?”

“Yeah, just stop staring…” Wilson mutters while leaning down to check the traps, “It’s creepy,”

Maxwell just nodded and knelt to do the same ordering the clone to watch for any dangers while they work.

A couple of minutes go by. Maxwell was checking the fifth trap and up to this point their bait had been taken with the culprits getting away. Poking out of the bottom of the fifth trap was the whitest fur Maxwell had ever seen. Lifting the trap up, he sees the fattest rabbit he had ever seen, even in his old days as a magician. As Maxwell knelt to admire the rabbit lifted its front paws to let Maxwell pick it up. Its color and the amount of fluff was weird for it, seeing that it is summer. The rabbit struck Maxwell as odd, seeing as it had no sense of self-preservation by not immediately try to run away, probably because it was too fat.

It was the most adorable thing Maxwell had ever seen.

Maxwell tucked the rabbit into a pocket in his overcoat designed for the codex, he wanted to keep it safe, and snuck it a carrot. Maxwell looked around to make sure Wilson didn’t see, Wilson was busy mercilessly grabbing the rabbits from his traps snapping their necks and shoving them in the backpack. Maxwell winced watching the scene play out. It kind of made him sad.

After all the traps were emptied Maxwell handed Wilson the rabbits he collected, except the pure white one. He couldn’t do it himself despite his very violent past, he couldn’t bring himself to hurt a pure animal like a rabbit himself, he didn’t want to kill the animal himself. Wilson took them and snapped their necks mercilessly, Maxwell looked away while he did it. Wilson looked at him with confusion when Maxwell turned back.

Walking back to the camp Maxwell could feel the rabbit in his coat, He should probably not get attached, they were probably going to kill and eat it eventually. It hurt Maxwell to think about this, but he was going to do something about it, he will make sure there would never be a reason to eat his new friend if it was caught.

Everyone looked at them from the fire pit, arriving together with the clone trailing behind with the manure.

“Thank you dear” Wickerbottom says happily when she sees how much rabbits were caught, “you both did wonderfully!”

“Thank you Ms. Wickerbottom,” Wilson nervously says like he never got a compliment in his life before.

“Seeing that Maxwell here has clearly shown he can work just as hard as any of us, I believe he should have a place with everyone else here.” Wickerbottom announces while looking for approval from the others. They all groaned and murmured distasteful things about Maxwell to each other. “Well dear, I do believe you have shown good intentions for us, I do apologize we don’t have a tent for you to sleep in currently since we are low on resources due to there being so many of us. You will have to sleep out here.” She said with calm happiness.

“That will be acceptable” Maxwell lied, he much prefers a tent so he and his new friend will have no one watching them. ‘But this will have to do for the time being’ Maxwell thought to himself.

“Wonderful” Wickerbottom is happy there is no fuss, “I will help get you situated then by that tree, we had tied you to, for your semi privacy, so you aren’t in the direct center for everyone to look at.” Wickerbottom says with clear good intention, but it still left a sour taste in Maxwell’s mouth.

As everyone is sitting around the fire and eating, they are all still giving Maxwell much more space than everyone else. Wilson had left and shortly afterwards Maxwell did not fail to notice Wes joining him in his tent. Once almost everyone has left for their tent Wickerbottom gives Maxwell a straw roll and some stones for a small campfire he can sleep with that Maxwell graciously took.

Maxwell laid on the roll after Wickerbottom had left and he had made the small campfire. The rabbit crawled out of his coat and sat on his chest looking at him, curiously. Maxwell handed it a carrot he snagged from the icebox, the rabbit took it politely and chewed it calmly. Maxwell watched it with a calm smile. When the rabbit was done Maxwell picked it up and held it above his head looking it in its eyes, both of them staring into each other’s eyes.

“I should name you” Maxwell said breaking the silence, the rabbit twitched its nose, its whiskers bouncing around.

“Whiskers” Maxwell says, “Perfect”
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“I knew he was sweet” Wickerbottom says to herself as she watches Maxwell playing with the rabbit.

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Maxwell watched the sun come up; he did not sleep at all last night. He never did sleep, it wasn’t insomnia like Wickerbottom, but a lack of need for him. He also preferred to be aware of everything going on around him especially at a point of weakness.

In his lap Whiskers was sleeping peacefully, Maxwell had to wake him up before everyone else woke up and saw them. Patting Whiskers back lightly Maxwell tried waking him up but was met with Whiskers rolling on his back exposing his belly for Maxwell to pet. Chuckling to himself Maxwell picked Whiskers up and put him in his pocket, which did in the end wake him up, but Whiskers just fell back asleep knowing he was safe in Maxwell’s embrace.

After some time, the rest of the survivors started to emerge from their tents, one by one. Maxwell watches Wes and Wilson emerge from the same tent, it made something inside him stir, something evil. Maxwell came to join the survivors for the reason of getting Wilson for himself, now that he will most likely have to go through that horrid mime makes it worse. That mime had now ruined more than one plan, and he was going to pay for it one way or another.

He decided that all of this anger would get him nowhere so he decided to grab his list of chores from Wickerbottom so he could let off some steam on something else.

Walking over to her she notices the scowl on his face.

“What’s wrong dear?” Wickerbottom asks politely.

“Hm? Oh, nothing,” Maxwell says then straightens out his face. “I would like to get an early start on my chores.”

“I suppose that is amendable,” Wickerbottom answers, “I’m guessing you would like to work alone?”

“That would be preferable,” Maxwell responds and with that Wickerbottom hands him his list which had only two tasks just like the day before. Wickerbottom was the most agreeable survivor here, and he might spare her when he grows bored of this round of pawns.

Maxwell- Chores- Day 2
-Gathering Wood
-Tending to the garden

‘These tasks should be easy enough’ thought Maxwell, he enjoyed the thought of having a day to himself after his hectic couple days here.

As he walked to a larger forest than the one right next to camp he summoned a clone, the same way he did back in the savanna, the puppet pulled itself from the ground and then stood facing Maxwell awaiting orders. Maxwell created an axe in his hand using some left-over nightmare fuel and handed it to the puppet, who immediately went to the nearest tree and started chopping. Maxwell sat on the ground and let Whiskers, who was awake by now crawl out of his coat to walk around. Whiskers looks at Maxwell then goes to the nearest flower and starts chewing on it. About an hour later he hears small footsteps nervously coming closer to him, he turned his head while shielding Whiskers from whoever was coming.

“Hi Mr. Maxwell” Says Webber, “We are sorry to bother you, but we are bored while Wendy is gathering Mourning glories and we were wondering if we could hang out with you because everyone else is busy,” Webber clicks his claws together nervously.

“You know what Pal, fine. I have nothing better to do,” Maxwell sighs and leans back on his hands, Whiskers coming out from hiding.

“Why isn’t that rabbit running from us?” Webber asks, seeing as Whiskers is making no attempt at running from either Maxwell or Webber.

“Because he is my pet, I feed him and in turn he stays with me” Maxwell explains.

“Cool, can I pet him?” Webber asks.

“Sure Pal” Maxwell responds tiredly.

Webber leans down and cautiously pets Whisker’s fur, Webbers black fur contrasted to the pure white of Whiskers as the three of them sat there for hours.

At this point it was too late for Maxwell to tend to the garden, he knew he was going to get an ear full-from Wickerbottom, but that’s fine, Webber doesn’t really get on his nerves, he just asks questions about the constant. Which Maxwell was happyish to answer, it is much better than the scowling looks he gets from the others.

Maxwell stood up with the help from his cane and Webber. Webber then picked up Whiskers for Maxwell who in turn put Whiskers in his coat and patted Webber on the head.

“Hey!” Webber says, “You are ruffling my fur!” Maxwell just chuckles at that. And with that he beckons his clone over with a wave of his hand. His clone comes over with an overabundance of logs, practically crumpling under the weight. Webber looks concerned so Maxwell summons another one for hauling the logs.

When they make it back it is immediately met with weirds looks, about him being with Webber.

“Maxwell,” Wickerbottom calls over to him, “Will you join me for a moment?” Maxwell sighs and walks over, leaving Webber with the clones that is carrying logs.

“You needed me pal?” Maxwell says while bending down to be friendly, not unlike how a larger dog will bend down to not be so intimidating.

“Yes dear, I talked with the rest of the camp, and we decided to make a tent for you,” Wickerbottom says, “even though you did fail to fulfill all of your tasks you still are a valuable ally for us to have,” she continues while walking him to the tents “It is only fair, and you deserve privacy just like anyone else.”

Maxwell says nothing while smiling calmly. After a while he finally speaks, “I must thank you dear, you have been nothing but friendly ever since my untimely arrival” Maxwell is vague but speaks in an almost nice tone.

“I try my dear,” Wickerbottom says while walking off.

Maxwell enters the tent and sits on the grass roll; Whiskers climbs out of his coat and looks around the place to make sure it is safe. Maxwell takes both of his coats off, leaving his corset and shirt for him to relax in. Realizing he didn’t dissipate his clones looks through their eyes, seeing the rest of the survivors just looking at them.

He takes this to his advantage and makes them drop their logs and turn them into monstrous horrors before dissipating them. Wes is unfazed, Wes had already seen what Maxwell really looked like, when Maxwell had tortured him for ‘Messing up a revenge plan’. Wes know what lengths Maxwell will go to too get what he wants.

Just thinking about what their faces would look like makes Maxwell unusually happy. Maxwell lays down with a smile on his face and Whiskers lays on his chest, content. Finally looking around he notices a chest, summoning a shadowy hand to open it up. While still laying down to not disturb Whiskers. The hand grabs some nightmare fuel and a life-giving amulet that Wickerbottom presumably put in there, He would have to thank her. Putting it back Maxwell decides to give this body some rest, and he closes his eyes letting the sleep take his body.

…

Maxwell opens his eyes to the dark gray stone room that houses his throne. He snaps, the sound echoing through the expansive room and the flames flicker on, to illuminate the space. Tall arching pillars go up so far you can’t see the tops of them. The roof is nowhere to be seen, the red fabric stretching down from the ceiling folds behind the throne further enouncing his wealth and status. His silk dress flowing freely from his body and his crown floating atop his head. The room is incredibly cold, like a hug that you could have had, but were rejected from.

Everything here screams at him, he is lonely. Even if the emotion doesn’t come forth, he knows it is there.

For the first time in hundreds of years the king of the constant cries.

…

Back at camp the ground starts sprouting blue flowers, Wilson picks one up and his sanity immediately drops.

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Autumn came and went with little to no troubles from the world and Maxwell.

Maxwell awoke to the brisk cold of the first snowfall and was starting to feel hungry, but not for normal food. He is hungry for something more.

Begrudgingly, Maxwell left his tent after picking up Whiskers and hiding him away. He finds everyone huddled around a fire and shivering, well everyone but Woodie. Wilson must have sensed his confusion and says, “It’s a full moon tonight and he doesn’t want to stay around to unintentionally harm the camp.”

‘That’s why I feel hungry’ Maxwell thought to himself, the full moon always made the king feel more power hungry than usual. “Well, I shall get going, I want to finish my chores before the hounds come,” he said slyly. With that Maxwell leaves.

~~

After Maxwell was out of ear shot “Hounds?” Wilson says curiously, “there shouldn’t be hounds, we just had a wave. What does he know that we don’t?”

“And I didn’t give him his chore list yet,” Wickerbottom says judgingly. Everyone is now getting concerned.

Everyone was so distracted no one sees Wes leaving to follow Maxwell.

~

Wes was walking for a bit, Maxwell had much longer legs than him and was much faster, even with a limp and his cane. Even so Maxwell shouldn’t be this far out, something was wrong with him. Wes had tried telling Wilson and the others that there is something wrong with Maxwell, everyone just played it off because Maxwell was putting up a front. Maxwell wanted something, and Wes was the only one who could see that.

Finally catching up with Maxwell the sun had started to set, but Maxwell wasn’t here. His overcoat was lying on the ground and a white rabbit was walking around it. Wes knelt closer to it cautiously, curious about why it would be here of all places. He carefully reached down to feel its fur.

Right as Wes was about to touch the perfect white fur a blow landed on the right side of his face, sending him flying. Wes was weak but would not give up a fight this easily, struggling to stand up Wes leaned on the nearest tree to get his bearings. Wes’s vision was still blurry from the blow but could make out the form a limping figure, but the figure wasn’t entirely human, it had deformities that Wes couldn’t point out, coming closer to him. until the figure stopped right in front of him and leaned down until the figure’s hot breath was making it hard for Wes to breath.

“I see you decided to follow me” The voice that was clearly Maxwell sneering coldly, but he didn’t say anything else. What replaced his words though was a sharp shooting pain in his left shoulder, looking over his vision cleared just for him to see a shadowy sword stuck through his shoulder and trapping him to the tree. Wes knew he wouldn’t survive like this and looked pleadingly at Maxwell, trying to sign ‘Mercy, Mercy Please’ Maxwell clearly couldn’t or didn’t care to understand what Wes was trying to say. Wes tried to remove the sword, noticing this Maxwell grabbed the hilt, Wes saw Maxwell had feathers sprouting out of his hands, and Maxwell twisted the sword almost completely around.

Wes wanted to scream but his voice never came out. It was trapped in his throat.

Wes looked up and saw Maxwell smirking at his pain. “I have so waited for this day, the day you will finally be out of my way” Maxwell states to the shivering Wes “Wilson will be mine and mine alone.” Wes starts to cry, Wes loved Wilson and wanted nothing bad for him. Wes just wanted everyone to be happy. Maxwell opens his mouth to say something but they both hear a shout in the distance, someone was calling for Wes, it was Wilson.

Maxwell takes the sword out of Wes’s shoulder. “You will not tell anyone, a̸̭̒ṉ̸̄ͅẙ̷̜͝t̵̖͗̔h̵̙͋ị̴͝n̵̩̒̀g̵͇̎͑,” he says angrily. In a flash of movement Maxwell brought the sword down cleanly on Wes’s wrists. Wes looked down and saw his hands slowly slide from his arms. Before they hit the ground Maxwell grabs them. Hearing the footsteps come closer both of them realized that the camp is searching for the them, Maxwell grabs the rabbit and his overcoat, tucking the hands into a pocket and limps further into the trees with the aid of his cane he grabbed from the ground before the other survivors arrive on the scene.

Wes is now lying on the ground, Black feathers scattered around him, with tears falling from his face, clearly in tremendous amounts of pain. Wilson is dealing with his injuries and trying to calm him down. But no one could find Maxwell, even when Wes tried pointing in the direction where he went. But the survivors just thought he was saying where the animal that did this went.

~~

Maxwell’s head pounded from teleporting far out in the world. This body was too weak for him, but he couldn’t get caught, not like this. He took out the hands, hungry, his mouth salivating. He hadn’t acted on his hunger in so long, He has craved human flesh for weeks now. Now he can finally eat what he craves. Maxwell bites down on the fingers, moaning at the taste. Maxwell is in bliss, oh how he wonders how Wilson tastes. This will do for now, but his hunger will not be satiated for long. Whiskers puts his paw on Maxwell’s chest through the fabric, probably to stop him from cannibalizing the poor mimes’ hands. Maxwell pays him no mind, he is in bliss.

After savoring the last bit of meat, he had sucked from the bones, tongue wrapping around the knuckles and intertwining between the fingers, he kept the bones in the shape of a hand with nightmare fuel for easier eating. When done, he put the bones in his pocket for Whiskers to chew on.

Looking around he realizes he isn’t that far from camp, which is weird because he swears he teleported to the edge of the island. He must be losing it; he is just thinking about Wilson and only Wilson lately. It is starting to really affect him, but with Wes out of his way, hopefully, he should be able to have Wilson, All to himself.

Before Maxwell can head back, he needs a distraction, using this alone time he summons a nice big pack of ice hounds. Immediately they sit around him, awaiting orders. Maxwell tells them where the survivors camp is, and they run off in search of their promised food. Maxwell leans on his cane and adjusts his monocle, he must wait until the camp is wrecked before he decides to head back. Maxwell looks down at his hand and realizes he is turning into his Monster form, maybe he went a little too long without indulging in his preferred meat, but it might be too late. ‘This is going to be a long full moon’ Maxwell thought.

Little does Maxwell know that Woodie has been watching him this entire time. And Woodie is furious.

~~

Woodie had seen Maxwell appear from the ground, Woodie had a suspicion that Maxwell was hiding something, and he had been right. Woodie was hidden behind a tree when Maxwell appeared, he was trying to suppress the were-beaver since he wasn’t able to get too far from the camp. He had watched Maxwell take human hands out of his coat pocket, Woodie noticed Maxwell’s hands had changed immensely, they were larger and had blackened feathers sprouting out of them. Now actually looking at Maxwell he notices Black feathers poking out of every seam and opening, does the full Moon affect Maxwell also?

Now wasn’t the time for speculation, when Woodie saw Maxwell bite down on the hands, eating them. It shocked Woodie, he never expected Maxwell to do something like that. Woodie was just sitting there, watching it all play out. First the hands, then he sees Maxwell twirling his hands around, not his full arm, just at the wrist. Then Icy forms rise from the ground, not unlike Maxwell’s clones. But these weren’t his clones. These were hounds, big ferocious hounds. Now Woodie is overly pissed, He waits until the hounds leave after Maxwell orders them towards the camp. ‘Sick bastard’ Woodie thinks.

Once the hounds were gone, he noticed Maxwell checking himself out, like this had never happened to him before. Woodie couldn’t let this go on anymore. He lunged at Maxwell, his claws trying to cut into Maxwell’s pale skin. The look of horror on Maxwell’s face melts into rage once he realizes what’s going on and starts to fight back, Maxwell’s claws are long and sharp, but Woodies fur is thicker. Woodie hasn’t even made a mark on Maxwell, but he sees he is wincing in pain, clearly in a lot of pain.

Woodie tries to hold Maxwell down, not caring for the pain, this monster needs to be stopped. Maxwell somehow is able to get on top of Woodie and pin him down. ‘Has Maxwell gotten stronger?’ Woodie thinks ‘No? That’s not right, Maxwell is frail. He cannot be stronger than I? Can he?’ Woodie is starting to panic, looking into Maxwell’s eyes to find some humanity, but all he sees is cold and dead eyes that have lost everything. Maxwell’s pupils are swirling, thin lines not taking a solid shape. The corpse-like face molded like clay into a horrifying scene, into a monster ready to take another meal.

The face only breaks that grimace glaring down at him for a second, into a pained one at the sound of ripping flesh as these massive black wings sprout from Maxwell’s back. The tears welling up in Maxwells eyes show pain, but Woodie isn’t sure if it is the emotional or the instinctual pain, of losing humanity. Woodie takes this moment in Maxwell’s lapse to focus and grab his face shoving his thumbs into Maxwell’s eyes.

The resulting scream of pain that echoed through the land is immensely loud, he hopes the other survivors heard it and are coming, he doesn’t know how long he can hold Maxwell down.

~~

Wilson is just about done wrapping Wes’s hands; he doesn’t know what kind of monster could do such a clean cut and all the way through the bone too. When everyone hears this ear-splitting scream, it came from the direction of camp.

“That sounds like Maxwell,” Wickerbottom says worriedly “Maybe the monster that did this to Wes is after Maxwell, if so than we should look for Woodie too.”

“Is Mr. Maxwell and Mr. Woodie in trouble Ms. Wickerbottom?” Webber says, clearly scared.

“Let’s hope not,” Wickerbottom said.

“We can keep hoping, but neither of them is any more alive than dead if we just stand here,” Willow says very annoyed at the facts that no one is doing anything.

All of them agreed to follow the scream. But they were stopped short when they find a whole pack of ice hounds surrounding their base. Willow, Wolfgang and Wigfrid stepped up to deal with the hounds which left Wilson, Wickerbottom, Wendy, Warly, and Webber to go after the scream.

It only takes a short while to start finding black feathers littering the ground, slowly growing in number as they get closer to the sound of fighting, there is another loud scream of pain, this time it is Woodie’s scream that pierces through the air. The survivors all breakthrough the tree line to find a bloodied Woodie holding down a bloodied Maxwell who is fighting to breathe through the grasp Woodie has on his neck.

“HEY!” Wilson screams, while walking closer with a spear in his hand, “BREAK IT UP!”

Both Maxwell and Woodie stop trying to kill each other, Woodie releases his grip on Maxwell and steps back while Maxwell lays there, still fighting to breathe. At this point Wilson realizes where all these feathers are coming from, Maxwell has these massive silky black wings and is also sporting a tail not too far from a peacock’s, even with the eyes that seem to be staring at him. Wilson looks at Woodie and he is still eyeing Maxwell down like Maxwell offended him on an ancestral level.

“What happened!” Wilson yells to both of them

“T̶̼̍h̴̪̽i̷͈̊͂ṡ̵̢ͅ ̴̢̭̄F̷̠̻͠u̵̖͍̓c̴͙̿ḳ̷̌͗e̸̯̳̔r̴̺͔͒ ̴̳̠̃t̴̺͝ř̴̪͐ī̸̱̐e̷̠̣̾d̸̳̍ ̴̪́ẗ̴̮́o̶̺͌͜ ̵̞͋͌k̷̫̉i̵̛̻̊l̵̲͊͝ĺ̶͚͍ ̵͎̃m̷̘̟̍̑e̷̤̋̊ͅ” Maxwell garbles out.

“Oi! Ya cunt, you were the one garbling down hands like you hadn’t eaten in years,” Woodie blurts out while reverting mostly human.

“I̶ ̶d̶i̴d̸ ̸n̶o̵t̶ ̸y̵o̴u̶ ̶l̵a̸i̴r̵” Maxwell shouted while sitting up, sounding slightly more human.

“STOP!” Wilson shouts. “Please, just talk like civilized people. Did either of you see a monster running around? Something got Wes. And Woodie did you say Maxwell ate hands?” Wilson is sounding more and more concerned with every word.

“Yes, I did,” Woodie said calmly.

“No, I did not, maybe your eyes need a checking!” Maxwell sniped at Woodie, his voice finally human again.

“ENOUGH!” Wilson yells, and finally the bickering Were-creatures stopped. Both looking at Wilson like hurt puppies. Everything was silent for a solid 30 seconds before something in Maxwell’s coat starts to move, Maxwell immediately reached into his pocket and the thing stopped moving.

“What’s that,” Wilson says sternly, clearly done with everyone’s shit at the moment.

“Nothing,” Maxwell quickly says.

But before Wilson can pry anymore Wolfgang, Wigfrid and Willow arrive after killing the hounds.

“I have the muzzle we can put on this mysterious monster that hurt Wes,” Willow says while holding it up above her head.

“’E’s right here,” Woodie says while pointing at Maxwell.

“For the last time I did not!” Maxwell tries to refute and gets up to attack Woodie, but he takes this time to knock Maxwell out cold.

“Maxwell?” Willow says curiously.

“We found Woodie trying to choke him out and when we asked them Woodie claimed Maxwell ate Wes’s hands,” Wilson says blankly.

“I didn’t know they were Wes’s,” Woodie claims while helping Wolfgang pick Maxwell up, but struggling because of his wings. Wickerbottom picks up Maxwell’s overcoat to put in his tent and finds Whiskers. She then decides to just put the coat back on him once they tie him up, it would be to cruel separating him from his pet. Willow walks over and puts the muzzle on Maxwell, who doesn’t even stir, she noticed all of the bruises forming on his neck, Woodie really wanted him dead.

~~

Hours later Maxwell wakes up, face into the ground. He immediately starts panicking and tries to flail around, just to find out he is tied up. By trying and failing to move is when he realizes he has been muzzled “So Willow finally got what she wanted,” Maxwell says while rolling on his back only to find his wings are still there and have been tied together. “Now I can’t even get comfortable.”

“No, you can’t,” a voice above him says, which he identified as Wilson, and he is pissed.

Maxwell definitely messed up and now he has to work harder to get Wilson to like him. Maxwell sits up and looks up to Wilson in the eye, “Why can’t you forgive me, it was a mistake. I was hungry and as you can tell I had turned into a monster, please forgive me” Maxwell pleaded, he was on his knees for Wilson. He will forever be, for the one he loves.

“I am still not going to forgive you,” Wilson stated “For what you did to Wes I don’t think I will ever forgive you, you have done enough damage to him”

“Wes, hmmm. Why do you love him?” Maxwell asks, shifting on his knees to hide the shadow hand he summoned while it unties him.

“Why?” Wilson questions, “What do you mean?”

“I mean why the mime, out of everyone here why him”

“Well, he is nice and lovable. I don’t know how to answer your question,” Wilson says while blushing and rubbing his neck, clearly embarrassed. Maxwell opens his mouth to say something, but the ropes loosened enough from the hands untying him for Whiskers to tumble out of his coat. Both Wilson and Maxwell are staring at the rabbit. “Is this what you were hiding?” Wilson asks while reaching down to grab the rabbit. Whiskers is stone, still he is so terrified.

“D̸O̵N̴'̷T̷ ̶Y̴O̴U̴ ̸D̷A̶R̴E̸ ̷T̶O̶U̷C̷H̵ ̵H̸I̸M̴” Maxwell snarls. Wilson picked up Whiskers, not caring for Maxwell’s opinion.

“Why not? Do you care for this thing?” Wilson says while holding the massive rabbit at arm’s length away from his face. Before Maxwell could respond Webber ran over.

“Mr. Wilson! Please put Whiskers down, Whiskers doesn’t like to be picked up.” Webber pleaded with him, “he is Mr. Maxwell’s pet and Whiskers is very nice.”

“See P̷a̷l̵, don’t touch the rabbit.” Maxwell sneers. Maxwell got up as the ropes fell from his body. Wilson looked at him in confusion and awe, mainly wondering how he got out after being tied down quite tight.

“Just don’t take off the muzzle, it suits you,” Wilson says while handing Whiskers back to Maxwell and leaving, clearly angry. For some reason, it made Maxwell blush, though no one could see it under said muzzle.

“Thank you pal, for standing up for Whiskers,” Maxwell thanks Webber while patting him on the head.

“How did you get out of the ropes?” Webber asks while swatting at Maxwell’s hand.

“A magician never reveals his secrets,” Maxwell says while summoning a carrot for Whiskers and some ice cream for Webber, even if it is Winter.

“Wow! Thank you Mr. Maxwell,” Webber cheerfully says while bounding off with his ice cream.

Now Maxwell is left with what Wilson had said. ‘don’t take off the muzzle, it suits you’…’it suits you’ ‘It suits you my king’. Maxwell’s heart was beating fast, almost too fast and he could feel the heat in his face growing. His wings fluttering, this was going to be a long day.

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Maxwell had walked for a while with no discernable destination, occasionally teleporting, thinking about how he had messed up. He had acted impulsively when he had taken Wes’s hands. Maxwell collapsed on the ground crying. He had lost his only chance to get Wilson’s heart, that was the only reason he fractured his power and created this body, hoping it would be attractive to Wilson. He will do anything to get Wilson, even destroy his prized creations and whatever Wilson would ever want of him. Maxwell extended his arms and wings. Wilson hated this monster because it had hurt someone Wilson loved, if Wilson won’t love this creature, then he shall get rid of it.

With that Maxwell summoned shadowy hands. They grabbed his wings at the base where they attach to his back and pulled. The sound of ripping flesh pierced the air. The blood smelled of iron, filling his nose and mouth, a welcoming smell if it was not his own. The pain was so immense Maxwell had to kneel on the ground. He started crying harder, Maxwell screams echoed throughout the island.

After it was all over Maxwell laid there on his side in the snow. He laid in a puddle of his own blood and feathers, crying. The pain was all too much for even Maxwell to bare. He couldn’t stop crying, why couldn’t he stop? What was wrong with him?

~

It started raining a little at first, but it then turned into a torrential downpour. No one could see even a bit in front of them. Then frogs started falling, but once they hit the ground they just sat there, making no move towards the survivors.

The rest of the survivors eventually found the ropes that should be holding Maxwell, they were on the ground, ripped up. Maxwell was nowhere to be found.

They grilled Wilson on why he let Maxwell wander off, but Wilson claimed he just wanted to keep an eye on Wes and help his wounds. He could care less if Maxwell wandered off to get himself killed. But Wilson did say that Maxwell was acting a bit weird when he Wilson talked to him.

~

Maxwell is tired. He shouldn’t be tired. But here he is, drifting away to sleep in a pool of his own blood that was getting mixed into the snow by the rain.

Awaking to his throne room once again he got up out of his throne, here he didn’t have his muzzle on. There was no good just sitting and waiting for something to happen. He walked around the empty halls knowing the survivors were looking for him, but not him. They were looking for that body he had created, the body that is still mostly human.

He makes it to his bedroom and goes straight for the mirror, albeit slowly. Looking back at him is a horribly disfigured face; hollow sunken back pale pupilless eyes, white skin that looks like bone. He puts a clawed finger up to his eyes and pulls down on his eyelid, revealing the purplish flesh underneath it. He lets go of his eye, then opens his mouth to reveal his rows upon rows of sharp serrated teeth. Shoving his finger in his mouth and pulling the gum back, his long forked tongue with a prong cut off hangs out. He looks at how some of his teeth that stick out in weird and abnormal directions. Letting go of his face he just looks at himself sadly, how would he ever get Wilson to like him, especially with this horrid body.

After standing there for who knows how long poking and pulling at his face trying to make it look ‘normal’. He heads over to his bed while removing the outer folds of his outfit, dropping them on the ground carelessly and lays down. Looking up at the ceiling of his crimson room more tears start to run down the side of his face and land on the blood red sheets.

~

The survivors found Maxwell laying in the snow, by now the rain had let up and everything was calm. At least for now. He was covered in blood and feathers. The blood seeping into the leather of the muzzle still remained on Maxwell’s face. Maxwell looks like he is sleeping. Whiskers is laying right next to his face, almost hidden in the white snow. Webber was the one who identifies Whiskers. The survivors didn’t want to bring Webber along, but Webber was clearly worried about Maxwell, which went against the survivor’s intentions. They want Maxwell to pay for what he’s done, and they want to make it hurt. Webber wanted Maxwell to be his friend and play with him again.

They manage to grab Maxwell’s body and drag him back to camp, leaving Webber and Wickerbottom to grab his cane, overcoat, and Whiskers. Those two were the only ones who have spoken up against torturing Maxwell, but the majority have spoken. The wings were left to decompose in the snow. Once back at camp Wickerbottom tells Wilson to get Wes, Wendy and Webber to the spare camp designed for the Deerclops attacks because she didn’t want the children to witness such acts and Wilson would not leave Wes behind.

The survivors tied Maxwell up to a stump they had in the middle of the camp and waited for him to wake up. Willow took this time to affix a stronger muzzle to Maxwell’s face.

~

It was hours later before Maxwell decided to return to his body. The rough bark digging into his back makes him suddenly aware of his situation and looks up at the survivors surrounding him.

“We don’t want you here anymore,” Willow says with a cold demeanor.

“Then why did you bring me back here?” Maxwell says slurring his words, his mind still doing loops in his skull.

“Because we want to teach you a lesson on not to fuck with our friends,” Willow says while leaning down to shove a piece of flint right next to Maxwell’s throat. Maxwell gulped. Willow continues, “we know about the hounds and how they probably won’t go after you, so we won’t leave you for the monsters to eat. But we can still physically hurt you.”

After her little speech she cut the bottom of Maxwell’s jaw following the bone to the neck and down to the base of his neck which connects to the shoulders, the seeping blood staining his white shirt. She steps back watching the blood drip from his jaw, but now Maxwell was able to see their faces. They were all insane, he doesn’t know why or how the Deerclops hadn’t made its rounds yet.

They had removed his shirt to keep cutting into him slowly, they noticed the worst thing ever. The mark of the White Rabbit seared into his neck, the most notorious serial killer of their time. This had pissed them off more because the White Rabbit had killed some of their family. Willow was orphaned because of him, and Wolfgang lost his brother because of him.

At this newfound anger they had heated up some flint and gold to make a makeshift branding iron, they shaped it and once it was red hot they shoved it against the middle of Maxwell’s broad chest, the smell of burning flesh hung around them. The survivors held the iron to his chest for about a half an hour straight. Maxwell had passed out from the pain and the survivors dropped the now cold iron back into the fire, staring at the work they did to Maxwell’s chest.

“Wake him up,” someone whispers, “we don’t want him to miss any of this.”

The torture went on for days before they ran him out of camp, without his cane, coat or Whiskers. Maxwell was pissed, he had managed to summon his monocle back onto his face, but he didn’t know where Whiskers went or where they put him. His cane and coat he knew Wickerbottom had those. But he couldn’t go back for anything without the fear of being tortured again.

While running he summoned his shirt back onto his back but with the blood still pouring out of his neck it ruins the shirt. He runs to the furthest reaches of the island, sometimes teleporting short distances but his power is weakened, he is so tired.

Looking out off the cliff he sees the waves crashing against the island and he feels calm. He uses his last remaining power to create a small cave to hide in. Laying down he rests his head against the cave wall and lets his body fully relax.

Maxwell’s mind keeps going back to Wilson, oh how he wishes Wilson was the one torturing him. The vision of Wilson marking him, branding him, and ultimately claiming him as Wilson’s makes Maxwell’s stomach flutter with excitement. Maxwell paws over his growing bulge and opens his mouth to pant, he hadn’t touched himself in years. Oh, how he could imagine Wilson’s face turn the color of his waist coat as Maxwell would ravish him.

His hazy imagination turned to Wilson kneeling over his laying figure, his (hopefully) thick and heavy cock threatening to breach his closed lips. Maxwell brought two of his fingers to his mouth mirroring the daydream. The Wilson in his daydream forcibly shoved his cock down his throat, and Maxwell’s fingers did the same.

He felt his teeth retract and his fingers were able to touch the sensitive spongy flesh that lines his mouth, his other hand still tugging at his dick feverously and his tongue hangs out of his mouth next to his fingers in pleasure. he can almost feel Wilson shooting his cum down Maxwell’s abused throat and Maxwell finally being able to feel release.

Coming to his senses and looking down upon the mess he had created in his crazed imagination and summoned a rag to clean himself up. Afterwards he threw the rag off the cliff and looks at the horizon to watch the sunset in all its glory.

Maxwell wishes he could witness this beautiful evening with Wilson.

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It was late at night and Whiskers was not sleeping soundly in the spider child’s arms. He thoroughly missed the soft, loving pets that Maxwell had given him. Whiskers was worried and scared; he wants Maxwell to come back to him.

Whiskers uses his limited strength to crawl out of the child’s arms and out of the tent. Right as he was going to exit, the flap opens. Wilson peers down at the white rabbit, the light from the campfire giving an orange tint to the terrified creature. Whiskers stares back into Wilson’s dead eyes, probably from the lack of sleep he has been getting. Wilson raises his spear to point at the poor rabbit and Whiskers takes this as a sign to run.

Wilson watches the white rabbit scurry off into the dark, he never wants to see anything that reminds him of Maxwell again. Though, now he will have to explain why the rabbit is missing to Webber in the morning. Wilson lays down and stares at the roof of the tent as he tries to drift off into sleep.

~

Whiskers is running as fast as his little legs will carry him. Trying to find Maxwell’s scent is very hard when you don’t know where he might have gone in this massive world. After a couple hours, Whiskers lays down to rest, tired and unable to find Maxwell. He is about to give up, until the dense smell of cigar fills the rabbit’s nose. Whiskers pokes his head up trying to find Maxwell until cold life-less claws reach under him and pick him up. Whiskers starts purring as he feels Maxwell’s face nuzzling up against his fur.

Whiskers was home.

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It was a late moonless night, there wasn’t a soul awake.

Except one...

Wilson was happily cuddling Wes and Webber, blissfully unaware of the dark figure looming over them, waiting... watching. Maxwell knelt down and grabbed one of Wilson’s razors out of his pocket. He ran it dangerously close to the mime’s neck, “It is about time I finally dispose of you,” he snarled out. Then slitting Wes’s throat and watching the ruby red blood pour from the wound as he bleeds to death. Clearly in pain, but unable to wake up, Maxwell smiles as he watches Wes’s body clearly fighting for his life. His body trying to claw at the wound to stop the blood, but with the lack of hands. Maxwell chuckles at the futile grasp at life.

Maxwell moves his attention to the child currently in Wilson’s arms. He thought about sparing the poor kid, he really did, he even thought about starting a family with Wilson. But for his plan to work out he would have to dispatch the kid also. He can always revive him later. With a satisfied click of his tongue Maxwell cleanly slices the kids’ head off, not wanting him to suffer for long, he was cold but not cruel.

Now, there Wilson was, sleeping with a calm expression on his face, oblivious to the murders that had just happened. Maxwell smiles at him for a minute, then suddenly grabs the sleeping man by forcefully snaking one of his hands under his limp body and the other covering Wilson’s mouth the warm chapped but soft lips delicately graze his cold hard claws. Maxwell tugs the sleeping man closer to him, the ground under them disintegrates and the surrounding area turns to black.

~

Wilson’s head is pounding and the world around him is spinning. There is fire flickering in the air on these tall marble pillars just a few feet away which is not helping his headache. He blinks a couple of times trying to figure out where he is.

Then it clicks, he is back on the throne.

Wilson is panicking, why is he back here? He was with Webber and Wes just now. How did he get here? Was it all a dream?

“Ahh...but that’s where you are wrong my dear~ this is not a dream,” an unmistakably deep voice comes from the shadows.

Did he read his mind?

“What do you want Maxwell?” Willson snarls whilst trying to fight against the shadows holding him to the chair “Show yourself!” He shouts into the inky black surrounding the throne.

“T̶s̴k̴ ̸T̵s̶k̴ ̷T̵s̵k̸” Maxwell growls, “what makes you think you can order me around? Your benevolent sovereign?”

“Benevolent is not the word I would use to describe you; Corrupt, malevolent, and heinous are some words that describe you better than ‘benevolent’,” Wilson says with a spiteful tone.

“Oh dear, why would you say that to someone who just saved you from a horrible wasteland full of starving peasants,” Maxwell answers with pity in his voice.

“You kidnapped me! And you have yet to answer the one question I have asked. What do you want with me?” Wilson asks angrily and fighting to stand up, wanting to find Maxwell and beat him for ruining his life and taking everything away from him for the second time. He regrets sparing the old man and freeing him from the throne he is currently sitting in.

“I will answer your question, but I won’t let you leave until you answer my own question,” Maxwell says, Wilson can just feel Maxwell’s smile from the darkness.

“Fine,” Wilson says with annoyance.

“Wonderful!” Maxwell says with amusement, “Now for the answer to your question,” his voice now deplorable, “I brought you here because I was so incredibly lonely- “

“Because you were lonely?” Wilson interrupted.

“You know I should punish you for interrupting and being so rude to your king, but I suppose you have lost all manners being in that pitiful state for so long,” Maxwell says angrily, leaning over the throne. “It is unfit for a king to rule without a queen by his side, so I have chosen you to be my queen.” Maxwell says while he approaches the throne, the purple robes Maxwell is wearing is appalling to Wilson’s eyes.

“Now for my question,” Maxwell says with an unnatural smile on his face, just inches from Wilson’s own horrified face, “Will you be my queen?”

“NO!” Wilson spat in his face. He was now enraged that Maxwell would even suggest such a thing. Wilson gathered his strength and ripped his arm out of the bindings keeping him to the chair. He punched Maxwell right in the side of his face, knocking him to the ground in front of the throne. The bindings fell as Wilson stood up from the throne. Wilson walked over to Maxwell who is franticly trying to crawl away. Wilson placed his foot on Maxwell’s chest, “I am done with you, I would NEVER be your ‘queen’, You ruined everything for me!” Wilson put more weight on his chest.

“I don’t and will NEVER love you!”

~~

Wilson had walked off, leaving Maxwell on the floor. Wilson had started to explore the castle that Maxwell had brought him to. It was a luxurious mahogany red with gold and black detailing over everything, it was ugly in Wilson’s eyes.

He neared a large wooden door, he was hesitant but still pushed it open, it took some strength, but he was able to open it.

Outside was a beautiful rose garden stretching as far as the eye can see. The many colors shone brightly in the dark moonlit sky. Wilson started to walk around the garden to clear his head. He was walking for a little while before he heard footsteps up ahead of him. Wilson ducked into a bush to hide, ignoring the thorns poking into his skin. The footsteps stopped right in front of him. He expected a harsh grab or something worse.

But all that came was a calm voice.

“I am so very sorry if I startled you sir, please get out of the rose bushes, I mean you no harm.” Wilson stepped out of the bush, some soft silk hands grabbed the thorn bushes stuck to him and put them back in with the rest, covering the damaged bush. He looked up to say thanks but all he saw was a broken stone neck, atop a body that is dressed in a stereotypical butler’s outfit. Wlson stared with scared eyes, “Thank you, uh- “, “You can just refer to me as the butler, I am at your service while you reside within this palace” he said with a bow, “but I am required to give you this” he hands Wilson a silver platter, taking the lid off Wilson sees bacon and eggs with a cup of red juice sitting next to it.

Wilson cautiously grabs the platter, still wary about this ‘butler’ but figures that if this food is poisoned, he can just respawn somewhere else. The butler takes him to an outdoor table. “Please sit down to eat, we don’t want you to get sick.” The butler says while pulling out a chair for Wilson and gesturing for him to sit. As Wilson takes a seat and starts eating the butler ‘looks’ around and then sits down in the chair opposite Wilson.

“Can I ask you a question?” Wilson says between bites.

“Of course, I am here for your service” The butler responds while politely sitting down in front of him.

“Okay, why did Maxwell really bring me here?”

“I really shouldn’t be saying this, but you deserve to know.”

~~

It had taken Wilson a couple of days to process what the butler had said to him. He had not left the rose garden and only ate what the butler had placed in front of him. Wilson just wanted to leave and get back to his friends.

Then it hits him, his best idea ever.

He will accept Maxwell’s ‘deal’ then he will be able to go back to his friends, he can convince Maxwell to let him go see them. Everyone wins in this scenario. It is getting late; he should talk to Maxwell before he forgets and falls asleep.

~~
Maxwell is sitting on his throne slowly petting Whiskers with a sad look on his face, he hadn’t seen Wilson for quite a while and is now getting worried.

He hears footsteps and looks up to see Wilson walking towards him with. The butler trailing right behind him, looking nervously at the floor. “I never would have thought you had a heart” Wilson says coldly, stopping at the bottom of the steps leading up to the twin thrones. “I had honestly thought you did this all for boredom, that this was all to get a rise out of me. -

-I never knew you were actually capable of love.”

“I see you haven’t wanted to see me, were you at least able to find comfort within the palace walls?” Maxwell asks, clearly deflecting Wilson’s statement. “No, I haven’t.” Wilson responded, “But you are deflecting. Why? Why kidnap someone you supposedly love who you know doesn’t love you back?”. Wilson looks deep into Maxwell’s blank eyes, searching for an answer that wouldn’t surface. Maxwell looks back at him, his face blank and unreadable. Wilson sighed, calming himself down.

“What would you do if I accepted your deal?” Maxwell looked up surprised, “I would give you everything you desire, I would keep you safe. I-.” Maxwell trailed off. Wilson knew he wasn’t saying everything, but he wasn’t going to push it Maxwell is too stubborn for that. “I will accept it on a couple of conditions; One, you will do nothing to hurt or manipulate me. Two, you will never touch me. Sexually or not, I don’t want your hands near me. And finally. Three, I will be able to wherever I want without having to get your permission first.”

“I can do that for you dear.” Maxwell responds, clearly happier now but still a little disappointed at something. “Good, now leave me alone for the rest of the night. That includes your butler.” Wilson spats out while walking off, proud that he was able to pull that off and that now he has freedom to do what he wants and is no longer ‘technically’ a prisoner of this palace or Maxwell.

The castle is quite big, but he had eventually found his way to a bedroom, he didn’t know who it belonged to, but it was better than nothing. The walls were a dark wood, and the maroon curtains were drawn tight to let no light in, a large blood red bed sits on the back wall, curtains flow down from the ceiling and drape down the sides of the bed. Wilson ignores the rest of the things in the room, tired he lays down on the plush pillows and curls up in the soft red blankets and falls asleep.

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Wilson is able to freely roam and do whatever his heart desires, whether that be in the garden taking care of the plants or just sitting by a fire reading a good book. But he never went to see his friends despite feeling lonely, he just never went despite doing all of this just to go back. Going back to all of his friends just doesn’t seem fun nor right, at least not right now.

Wilson wants Wes, he missed cuddling him in the cold winter and being close when he gets lonely. But now there was no one to join him in bed, there was no one who was there to hug him after a long and tiring day, and he would never let Maxwell near enough to him for any sort of contact but that meant he was alone in this massive palace.

Wilson closed the book he was reading and looked out the window, seeing the full ‘moon’ high in the sky, he decided it was time to head to the dining hall. When he went to open the door, he found that it was locked, which was odd but he had keys to every room in the palace Maxwell gave them to him so Wilson could be truly free in the king’s home.

But what he found was worse than anything he could imagine.

There was Maxwell, face buried into a corpse that is splayed across the dining table eating the guts right from the body. Hearing the door open Maxwell raised his head, intestine still in his mouth and blood covering his pale white skin. Wilson looks upon him in horror, the intestine falls from his mouth as he tries to call out for Wilson who has already turned and ran.

He knew Maxwell was a cannibal but didn’t expect to see such an appalling display from someone who seemed to care so much about his appearance. He made his way into the garden, it is a place where he knows is safe, the flowers hiding in their buds, frightened by Wilson’s approach. Maxwell is calling out for him, but Wilson doesn’t respond, he just keeps running. His mind kept going back to those claws and how they tore through the flesh like it was nothing, his sharp teeth that easily tore through flesh and how his face was just covered in blood. Thinking about it still probably is, but Wilson didn’t want to go back and check.

He was terrified.

Running deeper into the garden, he found a place to hide but it too was starting to change, just like the palace. The flowers changed from the bright red roses to a deep purple hyacinth, it was a sudden change and Wilson watches the entire garden shift from red to purple. It was beautiful but Wilson, worried he was found, ran back into the palace hoping not to be found and managed to get into the bedroom before getting spotted by either Maxwell or the butler and frantically searched for a hiding spot. His eyes found the large wooden wardrobe and slipped inside. He then sat and waited.

Hours passed and Wilson waited, sitting in the wardrobe, scared and alone. Waiting for the palace to go quiet. He looked around at the clothes hanging in there and saw Maxwell’s winter coat sticking out from the rest, it looked unworn despite having gone through a horrendous transformation during the game. Grabbing the coat from the hanger he felt the soft fur lining the warm coat, it was probably big enough to hide in. ‘Yeah, just to hide in…’ Wilson thought to himself. But the warm coat felt like the hug he had longed for and quickly fell asleep in the warm embrace of his adversary’s coat.

~~

It took Maxwell a concerning amount of time to finally find Wilson, Maxwell’s dead heart skipped a couple of beats to find Wilson in his coat. As much as he wanted to pick Wilson up and hold him tightly, he ordered the butler to put him on his bed and for once Wilson is awake to tailor his winter coat into a royal outfit for Wilson since he finds comfort in his old coat.

But Wilson finding out how monstrous Maxwell was made him panic, he felt like no progress was being made to get Wilson to like him and felt like everything he was doing was actively making Wilson shy away more. Maxwell wants Wilson to be happy and for him to have everything in the world, but he does want some love in return, he is human.

Right?

~~

Wilson sat up and the coat fell off of him, so Maxwell had found him after all. He hoped that Maxwell kept his word and didn’t touch him.

Standing up he kept the coat on him, it felt like a safe barrier from the palace and the things living in it. Wilson slipped his arms into the sleeves, but it was far too large to actually get his hands all the way through, so he just let the sleeves drag behind him like the rest of the coat as he cautiously left the room.

He finds the palace empty or at least the main areas where Maxwell normally resides are, which he is glad for as he doesn’t want to face Maxwell after the incident last night. He looks up at the sky and watches the teal bleed out of the sky from the rising sun pushing out the moon, he builds up the courage to go to the throne room. He hasn’t sat on his throne because Maxwell is always there, and he feels nervous to sit next to him, it also felt weird to watch him make new monsters or new worlds made purely for torture.

Just as he thought the throne room was empty, walking up to the two thrones he sat in the one that clearly sat there untouched. He sinks into the soft red cushions and leans back into the plush back and puts his arms on the golden armrests. He feels like a child pretending to be his father, with the massive coat covering his arms and the chair large and imposing above him. Despite the feeling of being small he starts to relax, the air shifts next to him and the butler appears standing next to the throne.

“May I get something for you sir?”

“Just some wine please.” Wilson responds calmly while closing his eyes, and the butler left to fetch the drink.

It felt exhilarating sitting in a seat of power, even if it was his it still made him feel good. Before he can sit in his ego for too long the butler returns with his wine, “Is there anything you would like to do?” He asks while holding a mirror in front of him, but this mirror wasn’t reflecting him it was showing him the hundreds of worlds, each with their own group of survivors. But he doesn’t want to watch their suffering.

“Show me my friends please” He asks the butler who makes the mirror show an angled birds-eye view of his friends shivering violently while huddled up to each other watching a dying flame. Wilson wants to reach out and help them, he extends his hand to touch the mirror and it ripples. “You have to say what you want it to do.” The butler politely informs him and Wilson nods.

“Fill their fire with logs.”

Right as those words left his mouth the fire roared up and he could see the confused smiles rise on each of their faces.

But those happy moments don’t last for everyone, “You know you can’t be too easy on them dear” Maxwell’s deep chuckle appears next to him, Wilson jumps and turns to see that Maxwell had appeared next to him in his own thrown. Maxwell chuckles at Wilsons startled squeak. “If you are too nice on them, they get comfortable and it’s not as fun to watch” he says while grabbing Wilson’s wine with a shadowy arm that is covered in small fluffy purple feathers.

“Hey that’s mine! And I don’t care if I am easy on them, they are my friends. You also have hundreds of other worlds that you could terrorize, let me have my friends.”

“Mmmm, you should have drunk it if you wanted it” Maxwell said with a laugh, “But they are the most fun. Besides you my dear, you will always be my favorite~” Maxwell says while drinking the rest of his wine and making the glass disappear into shadows as he drops it.

“You are insufferable, you know that right?” Wilson says angrily, starting to get up “You know what pal” Maxwell says quickly sensing his mistake before Wilson can stand. “You can do what you want with them."

“Really?” Wilson asks sitting back down, the excitement palpable in his voice. “Yes, really. I want to give you the world see you happy.” Maxwell says softly, with a small sly smile hidden behind his hand as he leans on his arm rest to get closer to Wilson. “Why do I feel like you are doing this for some other reason.” Wilson says with suspicion in his voice. “Oh, nonsense!” Maxwell responds calmly, “Why don’t you torture some survivors dear? Give it a try.” He says Maxwell snaps which changes the mirror to a survivor that Wilson didn’t recognize.

The survivor was doing really well, and he didn’t want to hurt them but with Maxwell staring at him with hunger in his eyes he couldn’t spare them.

“Why” Wilson asks.

“Because I want to see what you will do, now get on with it.” He says with excitement.

“Send them fire hounds, make it 5 of them” Wilson says coldly but nervously, he wanted to make Maxwell proud and not eat him. The survivor fends them off, but the hounds burn everything and leave them with nothing but grievous wounds. Wilson feels horrible, “Why did I do this?” he mumbles to himself.

“Why did you do it dear? Did you want to prove something too me?” Maxwell purrs, He turns his head to face Wilson and smiles “But regardless of your reasoning I find it absolutely attractive when you take a commanding role~” His forked tongue flicks out between his teeth, tasting the air between them. Wilson lightly blushes.

“Are you flirting with me?” he teases, “Oh I don’t know… Am I?” Maxwell nonchalantly says back, his tongue curling seductively.

Oh man did that hit poor Wilson hard, he blushes immensely and turns his head to look at the ground. “I- I don’t know what to feel about this.” Wilson confesses. “That’s fine dear, emotions are very confusing.” Maxwell responds, his smile fades but his eyes never leave Wilson.

“I feel like you are pushing our ‘relationship’ a little too fast” Wilson blurts out, but before he could say anything more Maxwell responds, “Oh, I am sorry dear if I made you uncomfortable. Please feel free to tell me if I do anything you don’t like.” Maxwell backs off a little bit to give Wilson some space, “No, you are fine right where you are just the flirting right after what I just did to that poor survivor feels weird and also the fact that I haven’t had someone to hold or be held by in a while it is all just over whelming” Wilson says softly while getting up and turning to Maxwell, before Maxwell can respond Wilson sits on his lap and just hugs him, Maxwell softly hovers his hands on Wilson’s back, trying to abide by Wilsons rule of no touching but give him some comfort. “You can hold me. I don’t care about that rule right now, I just want someone to hold me.” Wilson says softly in his chest, tears running down his face and getting Maxwell’s shirt wet.

Maxwell responds by tugging him closer and holding him close.

Hours pass and they just sit there, holding each other before the peaceful silence is broken by Wilson sitting up wiping his eyes and saying, “I don’t know how I feel about you. I have this strange attraction to you, but I still need time to figure it out.”

“That’s alright dear I will not push you into something you don’t want.” Maxwell says with a sweet smile on his face, which looks completely unnatural for him.

Maybe he could replace Wes with Maxwell. It shouldn’t go wrong. Maxwell seems to have good intentions and it couldn’t hurt to have a nice companion.

“I am sorry to interject here. But sire, Sir Higgsbury hasn’t eaten since yesterday and it is getting late.” The Butler kindly states.

“Thank you, Butler,” Maxwell says before turning back too Wilson “I suppose you do needs food to function.” Maxwell purrs while tapping Wilson’s nose, who in turn squirms a little bit. “May I carry you to the table dear?”

“As long as we are not having human meat” Wilson says while poking Maxwell’s nose playfully, “Well, someone has cheered up!” Maxwell says while standing up with Wilson in his arms. “Well, food sounds really good when you are used to starving in a hellscape, and that can cheer anyone up.” Wilson smiles while he playfully responds.

A worried thought appears in Maxwell’s mind about Wilson’s sudden change in attitude before it leaves just as quickly as it came when he notices Wilson acting comfortably in his arms.

Both laugh with each other as Maxwell carries Wilson bridal style to the dining room. The butler had already left to prepare food for the two.

“Do you want to sit in your own chair or on my lap?” Maxwell asks with a coy tone, and Wilson just gives him an unamused look on his face, “Alright, alright. Just asking.” Maxwell says while setting Wilson down in his chair and then rests on his own. The butler arrives shortly after they settle in to bring some meaty stew. “No human meat as requested” He says to Wilson and brings the other bowl to Maxwell, “And human meat in yours.” The butler bows to both and takes his leave.

“I hope the food is adequate, I had handpicked the perfect mix of chef and butler soul for my butler so he can fit my lavish lifestyle.” Maxwell brags in between bites, “The food is good, really good. You did a good job picking him out.” Wilson responds to a smug Maxwell. “Thank you dear, you really are a treat to have around.”

They spend an hour eating and talking, “I suppose you wouldn’t want me to spend the night with you” Maxwell asked Wilson from across the table, “Well you will have to carry me there so why not stay~” Wilson flirts back and it’s Maxwell’s turn to blush.

The butler arrives to take their dishes and heads back to the kitchen, while Maxwell gathers Wilson back into his arms. But now Wilson sees and feels more of those weird purple feathers poking out of Maxwell’s clothes but decides to ignore them for now.

Entering the bedroom Maxwell shuts the door behind him and Wilson hears it lock, Wilson forgot his keys on the throne so he will be stuck here with him until the morning. The lighting automatically dims as Maxwell lays Wilson on the bed. “Get comfortable dear, I will be with you in a little bit.” Maxwell says in a hushed tone but disappears into the shadows before Wilson can respond. Wilson looks at a feather that had fallen out under the dim lighting, it lightly glowed and he could feel the heat radiating off of it, it was a soft heat and not something too overbearing.

Not too long after he left Maxwell appeared out of the wall in just a button-up shirt and loose pants. Wilson stares at the feathers poking out of the seams of his shirt and in between where his shirt meets his pants.

‘They seem so fluffy.’ Wilson thinks to himself.

“What are you staring at?” Maxwell says breaking the silence and Wilson’s gaze as his head snaps up to Meet Maxwell’s eyes, “I hope you are marveling at how handsome I look” Maxwell says sarcastically while doing a small pose before lying down next to a blushing Wilson.

“I am not marveling at your body, just... It’s nothing” Wilson stutters before turning away.

“Oh, come on, you can tell me. I won’t judge!” Maxwell says blithely while turning to him, propped up on one arm.

“I was just wondering about your feathers, the last time I saw them you turned into this horrific bird monster that tried to kill Wes but now you are just sitting here like it is nothing. What’s going on?” Wilson asks.

“First of all, I am not going hurt you, I had gotten rid of that Monster. Secondly, they now just randomly appear and disappear, but now that I don’t have a need for them I normally just pluck them out.” Maxwell responds.

“What do you mean you got rid of the monster?” Wilson asks.

“That answer is for another day my dear. Now go to sleep, you need it.” Maxwell says before pulling the blankets up on Wilson and turning back to his side and ‘falling asleep’.

But Wilson can’t sleep, he keeps thinking about what Maxwell said and his brain keeps overthinking every minute detail of his answer.

Maxwell can’t sleep either, well not because he doesn’t need sleep but because he is nervous about sleeping so close to Wilson and hopes he doesn’t or hasn’t done anything to make him despise him.

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When Wilson woke up, he noticed that Maxwell had already awoken and had taken his winter coat with him.

‘Rude, I was using that’ Wilson thought to himself, but before he could even get out of bed the door opened and in came Maxwell carrying a gift box.

“Oh, I didn’t expect you to be awake yet.” Maxwell says while looking back and forth between the box and Wilson, “But you can open it now. It is actually better if you open it now.” He says while handing the box to Wilson.

Wilson takes it and opens it cautiously but still with some haste. Inside he sees folded-up fur on top of a black suit that has some dark blue and teal silk wrapped around it. Wilson looks up at Maxwell with curiosity.

“Take it out, it is not what it seems.” Maxwell is sitting on the other end of the bed, watching him.

Wilson takes out the fur which unfolds into a beautiful dark blue and teal robe with fur lining, Maxwell grabs the suit out of the box and looks it over. “Do you need help putting it on?” Maxwell asks.

“Yes, I will need help, this seems unnecessarily hard.” Wilson says while handing the robes to Maxwell who smiles and fully unfolds it after stepping off of the bed.

“You will need to get out of your clothes, you won’t fit in it if you keep them on.” Maxwell explains.

“Can you not look?” Wilson asks.

“Yeah, I will step out. Just put this on before you call me in.” Maxwell says dropping something on the bed for Wilson while leaving the room.

Wilson picks up the skintight underwear from the bed. An unamused smirk creeps across his face as takes off all of his clothes and puts on the new underwear.

“You can come in now Maxwell.” Wilson says nervously.

Maxwell walks in and holds the suit out for Wilson to grab, trying to cover his eyes with his free hand. “Put this on I am trying to not look.” Wilson grabs the suit and Maxwell turns around to continue talking. “I had these robes made for you because I saw you enjoyed my winter coat- “

“You had your winter coat tailored into something for me?” Wilson interrupted.

“While I don’t like interruptions, I will still answer you. Yes, I had my Winter coat tailored into this so you could feel comfortable and safe.”

“Aww, that’s sweet. And you can turn around I have the suit on, I just need the other parts of it.” Wilson says.

Maxwell turns around and Wilson is facing him holding his arms out for the other parts of the outfit that sit in Maxwell’s arms. Maxwell starts to wrap them around Wilson.

“I- I’m sweet?” Maxwell asks cautiously, nervous that Wilson would actually think such a thing.

“Yes, yes you are.” Wilson responds, “You thought of me and how I would feel in your palace, also you destroyed one of you favorite coats so I could be comfortable. So yes, you are sweet.”

Maxwell was speechless, he just finished fastening the robes using golden clasps behind his back and draping the fur over his left shoulder with his jaw hanging open in awe. Once it was done Wilson turned around and looked at Maxwell who was now covering his mouth with his hand and blushing.

“Soo, how does it look?” Wilson asks while doing a little twirl for Maxwell.

“It looks good on you.” Maxwell walks over to a chair that sits next to the bed and sits down in it.

“Did I put it on wrong? Are you okay?” Wilson asks, Maxwell is red in the face and breathing heavily. “Do I need to get the butler? I don’t know if you suffer illnesses like normal people. You are red in the face. Do you have a fever? Do you feel nauseous?” Wilson rambles on worriedly.

“No, no, it’s fine. I am just taking in how beautiful you are.” Maxwell says, still muffled by his hand.

“Oh, okay I was just worried.” Wilson says with a sigh of relief. “Wait you said I was beautiful?”

“Yep, you are the most gorgeous thing I have seen.” Maxwell says.

“Ravish him. Tear off the dress and pleasure his small body. Think about how he would be quivering under your powerful thrusts. Think about him crawling back as you don’t let him finish, think about how his pathetic throat would spasm as he tries to suck all of you down.”

Maxwell groans and covers his face entirely at the words of Them, only parting a couple of fingers to keep an eye on Wilson.

“Now, I suppose you should walk around and see how you like it." Maxwell says while shifting in his seat. Wilson walks around the room and returns to his original spot. “No, I meant around the palace so you can see if it keeps you comfortable.” Maxwell groans into his hand.

“Okay, I don’t see why but are you coming with me?” Wilson asks.

“No, I need to finish something here.” Maxwell says while shifting uncomfortably in his seat and crossing his legs.

“But you can do it when you get back.” Wilson whines.

“You don’t need me to hold your hand as you walk around my palace dear.”

“Fine I suppose.” And with that Wilson leaves the room and takes a short walk around the palace and ends up in the kitchen after a couple minutes where he finds the butler chopping away at some meat.

“I see the dress fits well; I had to take the measurements from your other outfit.” The butler says while dumping the meat in the large simmering pot.

“Thank you, it’s wonderful and fits perfectly.” Wilson says. “The fabric is really soft!”

“You’re welcome sir, Maxwell had picked out the fabric for you. Speaking of Maxwell I see he isn’t with you, I thought he would want you walk around with you.” The butler says, turning to face Wilson.

“No, he said he wanted to stay in the room because he had something he needed to do but I don’t know what it could possibly be.” Wilson replied.

The butler chuckles, “Well whatever he is doing shouldn’t take long, you should go grab him so he can show you the other parts of the palace. He has been waiting for when you had the outfit.” The butler says while returning to the food.

“Yeah, that sounds fun. Thank you again.” Wilson turns and leaves to head back to the bedroom.

Wilson opened the door and Maxwell is sitting in a chair reading. “What did you want me out of the room for?” Wilson asks skeptically.

“Hm? Oh, nothing important.” Maxwell lies.

“Lies, you should tell him.”

“I don’t believe you but fine.” Wilson says while crossing his arms, “well the butler had said something about you wanting to show me around the palace?”

“Yes!” Maxwell says while getting up and putting the book back. “Please follow me, or I could carry you again if you would like.”

“I would rather follow you for now, I can walk on my own.”

“Fine, fine.”

Both leave the room and Maxwell starts talking. “I was going to this sooner, but I saw how unsafe you felt here so I decided to put this off because some of the rooms I am about to show you might bring up bad memories or cause you harm without me. So now that you have those robes nothing will come after you and it will keep you nice and warm since part of the palace is drafty.”

“Part of the palace is drafty? Didn’t you make it and can fix it with a snap of your fingers?” Wilson asks skeptically.

“Yes. I could but the aesthetic my dear, you have to think of the aesthetic!” Maxwell says while splaying his arms out to enunciate his words more dramatically. Wilson just rolls his eyes.

They near a locked wooden door with claw marks that have poked through the seemingly thin wood. “The new pups have tried to get out, what a shame.” Maxwell says while unlocking and opening it. “This is where I keep the hounds that aren’t attacking the survivors. And I sometimes come in here to destress and pet the puppies.” Maxwell says while kneeling down to pick up one of the many pups that are trying to jump on him.

Wilson hasn’t moved from the door. “I- Uh, are you sure they won’t attack me…” He says nervously.

“Absolutely positive.” Maxwell says while putting a pup in Wilson’s hand and bringing him inside the room. “You smell like me because you technically have my winter coat on, and you’ve been sleeping in my bed.” The puppies try to jump on Wilson too.

“That’s your bed?!” Wilson says shocked while making the puppy comfortable in his arms.

“Yeah, I just saw you comfy, so I hadn’t said anything.” He says smiling.

“Where have you been sleeping?”

“Well I don’t really sleep. I hibernate, and when I do I have just been hibernating on the throne.”

“That’s horrible for your back Maxwell!” Wilson semi shouts, trying not to wake the hounds that are still sleeping. He opts for lightly slapping Maxwell on the face. “I am taking Whiskers for that behavior. You could have at least made another bed or bedroom.”

“Don’t take Whiskers please.” Maxwell pouts, his hand goes into his coat to hold Whiskers protectively. “And it didn’t occur to me that I should make another one.” Maxwell rubs the back of his neck with his free hand.

“Whiskers is going to spend the nights with me, if you want to see him at night you have to either come to bed with me or make yourself another bed.” Wilson states.

“Fine.” Maxwell pouts, “Do you want me to put that puppy back since we are leaving this room?”

“Nah, he is fine in my arms.” Wilson responds whiles petting the sleeping pup between the ears.

“Fine by me.” Maxwell says while leading Wilson out and locking the doors behind them.

Maxwell leads them to another room. He opens the doors, and it looks like a war room from those old medieval movies Wilson used to watch before he was brought here.

“This is where I did plan out the game before it was won.” Maxwell says before pinching Wilson’s cheek and adding “By you my dear~” Maxwell lets go of Wilson’s face. “I just use it to keep track of all of the worlds that are being created by Them.”

“So you control Them?” Wilson asks.

“Yep! I created Them and had complete control over them, well not complete. They still voice their opinions in my head, acting as my thoughts to get me to do things I wouldn’t normally do. Think of them as intrusive thoughts that you can talk with.”

“Wouldn’t normally do? You take our advice more often than not.”

‘He doesn’t have to know that’ Maxwell thought back.

“What about the night monster?” Wilson asks.

“Her name is or used to be Charlie. I had stolen her soul when I was still mostly human and when I was back on Earth. She will do you no harm because you belong to me, she made the mistake once before of breaking one of my things and I had to teach her a lesson.” Maxwell kisses Wilson’s forehead.

“You have problems.” Wilson says, leaning into the small peck on his head.

“I know I do, but we aren’t going to focus on that right now. We are having quality time together.” Maxwell leads him out of the room and down the corridor to another door.

But this one was different. It was an iron double door instead of being wooden like the others.

“Before I let you see what is in here,” Maxwell blocks the small windows in the doors with his body. “I want you to know I don’t know what instruments you require or machines that are normally in one of these, I tried. Please tell me if you need anything added or removed.” Maxwel said before opening the door to a massive lab which has what looks to be stainless steel countertops, storage and best of all; there were surgery tools, embalming tools, microscopes, medical tables and more things Wilson forgot the names too. Wilson sets the pup down before capturing Maxwell in a massive hug and slightly picks him off the floor.

“I suppose you like it?” Maxwell asks.

“I LOVE IT!” Wilson says not letting go of Maxwell. Maxwell just smiles.

After setting Maxwell down Wilson explains what he does need and how things work. The butler walks in to tell them the dinner is ready. The butler also takes the pup back to the hound den. Both of them walk to the dining hall laughing and giggling. If the butler still had a face, it would be smiling while watching the two get along.

“I want to see you eat from a corpse.” Wilson says as they sit down. Maxwell stares at him in shock.

“Really?” Maxwell says, taken aback from the sudden and unexpected statement.

“Yes, and don’t try to be clean just because I am here, I saw how messy you eat when you are hungry. I want to see you ravage that corpse.” If Maxwell wasn’t blushing already, he was completely red in the face now.

“How about you ravage him instead. Think about how hot it would be with his blood all over your face and dick.”

Maxwell ignores Them and summons the butler and tells him to grab him a corpse instead of the soup like Wilson.

“Really sir?” The butler asks, looking back and forth from Wilson to Maxwell. Both Maxwell and Wilson nodded. “Okay, What I have today is a brunette male who was on the chubbier side when he died.” Maxwell nods in affirmative. “Alright I will take this back and bring him out for you.” And with that the butler left.

Maxwell and Wilson continue to talk until the butler places the corpse on the table, bows then leaves.

“Eat up” Wilson says, his head resting on his hands waiting for Maxwell to take his first bite.

The corpse is already opened, and the ribs are ripped out. Maxwell leans in and takes a bite out of whatever he could reach with his teeth first and lifts his head so Wilson can see him swallow it.

“Good boy~” Wilson praises.

Maxwell is completely enamored.

The rest of the meal goes by in a blur partially because Maxwell was just listening to Wilson ramble while blissfully eating.

Time stops blurring when they reach the bedroom.

Wilson made true on his word and grabbed Whiskers from Maxwell’s coat as he was cleaning up, so Maxwell had to follow him back to the bedroom to get Whiskers back. Wilson set Whiskers on the bed and walks into the walk-in closet that he didn’t know was there before. Maxwell had put it in because the wardrobe wasn’t big enough for two people.

Walking back out in a white shirt that undoubtedly belonged to Maxwell and his old pants. Wilson finds Maxwell on the bed. He had already shed his outer layers and was petting Whiskers while leaning on the headboard. “Sorry, I just grabbed a shirt. I didn’t realize it was yours.”

Maxwell holds his arms out for Wilson to join him in bed. “Don’t be sorry, my things are your things. You are absolutely adorable, now come here so I can hold you like the precious thing you are.”

“Look at how cute he is wearing your clothes. You should take him now; imagine how he would look splayed across your bed begging for mercy as you ruin his small little body.”

They are getting too forward about Wilson and Maxwell’s relationship, ‘you all need to chill, he is mine and I will do with him as HE pleases. Now leave us alone’ He opts to ignore them and ever they have left to say for the rest of the night and spend this time thinking about Wilson in a much better light.

“Science above you are unbearable.” Wilson mutters and crawls into Maxwell’s hold.

Maxwell is unnaturally warm, even for a normal person. The heat isn’t overbearing, it is quite comforting even as Maxwell wraps himself around Wilson like a proverbial snake holding its next victim.

Wilson just rolls his eyes at how possessive Maxwell is at the moment.

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Wilson awoke with Maxwell’s arms wrapped tightly around him like he was going to disappear while he was sleeping, but that wasn’t why he woke up. He had heard noises throughout the palace which was weird. What was weirder is that they didn’t wake Maxwell up, he must be hibernating. Maxwell could survive without him for a little bit. So he slipped out from under his arms and got up and slipped into his robes, he didn’t fully fasten it but tied the ropes around his waist so it wouldn’t fall off. He then left the bedroom to check what was going on. In the throne room he finds a very familiar group of people, all of his friends have found a way into the palace.

“WILSON!” they all shout with glee, “Shhhh!” Wilson loudly shushes them while running up to them. “Please be quiet, but it is wonderful to see you all” he loudly whispers while allowing himself to be hugged by all of them.

“Why are you all here, and how did you get here?” He questions after being set back down, “We saw that someone was helping us, we knew Maxwell wouldn’t do that for anybody and you had suddenly disappeared. So Wes led us here where we found you, we are glad you are safe and in one piece.” Wickerbottom explained, “We would like you to come back with us, we miss your company.”

It was lonely without all of his friends here, but he had Maxwell and Maxwell would hate seeing him back with his old friends. Wait, but when did he ever want to listen to him. “Let me grab my clothes then I will head out with you all, the palace is a little stuffy for me” Wilson said happily and turned to leave, “Yeah go do that and grab some stuff, but why do we have to be quiet?” Willow spoke out, “Hounds sleep here, and you don’t want to wake them up” Wilson quickly lied, well it wasn’t a complete lie, but the hounds sleep closer to the meat pantry than the throne room, and it was still not why he is telling them to be quiet.

He made it back to Maxwell’s bedroom with no problem, it was just as he stepped inside when he was grabbed by the very tired owner of the room. “Who were you talking to dear?” He slurred out, clearly struggling to stand up and leaning heavily on Wilson. “N-No one” Wilson stuttered. He was trying to keep his friends safe. “You know you are adorable when you lie~ I am not an idiot, but I would like to know why you let them into my palace? I have to keep you safe, but I can’t do that if you let in pests.” Maxwell nuzzled into Wilson hair, who tries to stop him from messing up his hair. “I didn’t let them in, I don’t know how they did but I had only found them in the throne room.”

“Mmmm, was that horrid Mime with them?” Maxwell asked while holding Wilson tighter.

“Horrid? You mean Wes?!” Wilson sputtered out while pushing away from Maxwell’s possessive hold, Wilson hears a small whine escape from Maxwell’s lips but ignores it. “I still love him, and I will not be letting you be so horrible to him!” He said in an angry fit, “I am heading out with them.”

“You still haven’t answered my question dear.” Maxwell said with a frown on his face.

“Yes, he is there. But I won’t let you stop me from going just because you despise one of my friends!”

Maxwell sighed and lightly grabbed his hand. “I just want you safe doll. Please be careful, I don’t want a dead queen.” Maxwell says while sluggishly kissing up his arm. The black lipstick stained his skin.

“I was the one who bested you at your own game, and now you’re worried about me getting hurt?”

“Yes, you may have won my game, but you still died numerous times trying to complete it and I don’t want that to happen again…”

“Ugh, fine but I don’t want to see you or any of your shadows while I am with my friends. Until I want to return.”

“As you wish my dear~.”

Wilson slid his robes off with some help from Maxwell and put on his worn-out pants and waist coat before giving Maxwell a goodbye kiss on the cheek and dashing out to see his friends.

But as soon as Wilson left, the small smile that was on Maxwell’s face dropped.

Wilson still loves Wes. That’s not good, he might have to get rid of him completely after all. Maxwell laid back down on his bed and summoned the butler to his side.

“When Wilson returns grab the mime, I want to have him for dinner.”

~~

Wilson is having fun hanging out with his friends and leaning on Wes, but everything goes south as the spider child runs from the tree line being chased by a horde of pigs. Everyone grabs a spear to go defend the child.

Everything is going well until a pig targets the unarmed Wes and Wilson jumps in front of him to save him, which instead gets himself slashed by the angry pig.

The slash takes off a part of his stomach, blood pours out like someone is actively wringing him out. Another pig hits him from behind shattering his spine.

He screams in pain.

Wilson finds he is unable to move anything below his waist. Wilson looks over at Willow and begs for her to spare him the long and excruciating death. Willow brings the spear to Wilson’s throat.

But before she could stab him the ground under Wilson turns black as long and shadowy hands wrap around Wilson’s paralyzed body and drag him into the cold and unforgiving ground away from prying eyes and everyone else.

The throne is cold and hard. And the hands that brought him here wrap around him as they tend his wounds and hold him to the throne, and he can feel his legs and move them if only slightly because of the writhing hands. Wilson squirms and tries to pull away from the hands, but they wrap tighter until all he can move is his head.

“MAXWELL!” Wilson shouts angerly, while pulling against his restraints. “LET ME OUT OF HERE! I NEED TO GO BACK!”

“But why? You were almost taken from me. You could have gotten seriously hurt. Well, more than you already did.” Maxwell says calmly, but his voice doesn’t seem right, it seems empty. “Do you know how horrible it would be for you to die again? I can’t have that. I can’t have you die. I can’t have you leave me.”

“This is wrong!” Wilson half shouts at Maxwell.

But Maxwell doesn’t care. He grabs Wilson’s head and shoves it against the back of the throne. The cold and relentless hands wrap around his neck to help hold him there.

“I have given you EVERYTHING you could ever want or need but how do you repay me? You go out and try to get yourself killed.” Maxwell says angrily, “I try to be nice. I try to be a good person for you.” His voice becomes more distorted as his body turns to shadow and melds with the surrounding darkness. “฿Ʉ₮ ɎØɄ ₩łⱠⱠ ĐØ ₳₴ ł ₴₳Ɏ ØⱤ ł ₩łⱠⱠ ₭ɆɆ₱ ɎØɄ ₮łɆĐ ₮Ø ₮Ⱨł₴ ₵Ⱨ₳łⱤ.”

Wilson shrinks away in fear.

“Okay?” Maxwell says in a calm almost sweet tone, the sudden shift in tone scared Wilson.

Wilson mumbles out a response.

“₩Ⱨ₳₮?” Maxwell says while shoving his head further against the throne to the point it hurts.

“Okay. Okay.” Wilson breathlessly says. Maxwell removes his hand from Wilson’s face and his body shifts back to ‘normal’, but Wilson is too scared to move.

“Glad we came to an understanding” Maxwell says with a happy tone while giving Wilson’s cheek a small kiss before disappearing into the shadows.

The bindings remove themselves from him, but he doesn’t move from the throne he just curls up and starts to cry.

~~

Maxwell summons a birdcage from the void, “A perfect size for the new jester.” he says, snickering as he walks over to a terrified Wes who is trying to run away from him. Maxwell summons shadowy arms from his body to grab the poor mime and set him in front of his feet, “I was honestly just going to eat you alive, as punishment for laying hands on my soon-to-be husband.” Maxwell leans in to grab his chin and thrust his head up so he is making eye contact with him.

Maxwell’s face is slightly illuminated by the floating crown, the teal-blue light emanating from it makes him look even more like a corpse than he does normally. “But you have been the reason for his injuries and pain, and I cannot let that go unpunished.” Maxwell picks him up by the neck and forcefully shoves him into the bird cage, “You will be forced to be a fool and laughingstock for the rest of your life, or until I grow bored of you.” Maxwell shakes the cage, watching Wes flail around. “And don’t think about just sitting there doing nothing to draw out my boredom” Maxwell pulls out a branding iron, “I have ways of making the donkey dance.”

Maxwell’s psychotic laugh could be heard echoing throughout the constant.

~~

Wilson had moved to the bedroom because he knew that once the door was locked there was no getting it open, and also that it was a safe place for him.

Wilson is curled up. His legs are slightly bent with Whiskers resting on his lap. The lights are turned up too their full brightness, the door is locked, and Wilson is backed against the headrest of the bed a small dagger in his open hand, the one not holding Whiskers. Whiskers softly purrs against his chest and slips in and out of sleep from Wilson’s heaved breathing.

All of the lights in the room flicker and turn off for a split second before lighting back up, everything is the same but only now Maxwell is resting between Wilson’s legs, his face semi distorted in a crazed smile.

“Hello my dear~”

“AHHHH! Get away from me!” Wilson yelps, trying to crawl further into the headrest and holding the dagger between Maxwell’s eyes.

“That knife won’t do anything to me, sorry about that my dear” Maxwell says, his smile dropping to an unamused smirk while plucking the dagger from a shaking Wilson’s hands and throwing it on the ground to then move Whiskers to the side so he can rest his head on Wilson’s lap, Whiskers just moves onto Maxwell’s back before falling back asleep. “Why don’t we just cuddle for a little bit” Maxwell says softly, “I do apologize for getting angry at you earlier dear, I am very sorry. I was just worried about you. I can’t lose you. You are very dear to me.” Maxwell rambles, Wilson is still very tense and is slightly shaking at Maxwell’s sudden appearance but slowly eases up as he carefully strokes Maxwell’s hair.

The almighty and terrifying nightmare king starts to relax and fall asleep in Wilson’s lap while getting his hair stroked like a pet.

It isn’t until some time has passed, and Maxwell was out cold before Wilsons realizes that he is safe, and Maxwell didn’t come here to rip his stomach open for disobeying him or trying to stab him.

~~

Wilson is staring off into space, trapped by a sleeping Maxwell that is laying on top of him.

“We should plan the wedding” Maxwell mumbles out into Wilson’s chest, breaking the silence.

Well, he is not sleeping anymore.

“Why? I thought you were happy like this?” Wilson asks, still nervous to even be talking to Maxwell after the incident in the throne room but he does so he can ensure his own safety.

“Well, I am” Maxwell says while raising his head and resting it on Wilson’s stomach to look him in the eyes, “But I can’t give you any of my power, we have to be connected in some way. It is either marriage or you become my personal disciple, but then I can’t make love to you or have this connection we do now.”

“Why do I need your power?” Wilson asks.

“Because my dear, you do reckless things that could kill you. Yes, death isn’t permanent here but still it is painful to see you die. And so I don’t have constant power over you, so we can finally be equals.” Maxwell states while nuzzling into Wilson’s stomach which causes him to nervously giggle.

“Why are you also waiting for marriage to make love to me?” Wilson asks nervously as if Maxwell would take him right then and there while lifting Maxwell’s head up to stop him from tickling him.

“Because my dear, I don’t like this power imbalance. I don’t want you to feel like you are forced into something because I am an all-powerful god that can take whatever I want. I also want you to thoroughly enjoy it without feeling scared because of my sharp teeth or powerful claws.” Maxwell says while scooting up and moving aside Wilson’s shirt to start kissing his collarbone. Wilson relaxes, a lot of his tension was lost to Maxwell’s calmness. “I just want you to feel comfortable in my embrace.”

“ɎØɄ ₩₳₦₮ ₮Ø ฿Ɇ ĐØ₥ł₦₳₮ɆĐ; ɎØɄ JɄ₴₮ ₵₳₦’₮ ฿Ɇ₲ ฿Ɇ₵₳Ʉ₴Ɇ Ø₣ ɎØɄⱤ Ɇ₲Ø.” Maxwell knew They were right but decided to ignore them.

Wilson just holds Maxwell, “I do feel comfortable in your embrace, you just scare me sometimes.” Wilson half lies. “And I promise to not do anything that will anything that will harm my life on purpose.” That, Wilson tells the truth on.

“I am happy that we are on the same page.” Maxwell says while pulling Wilson under the covers, “Now it’s time to sleep. I have something to show you, but you need to be rested for it.”

~~

Maxwell had practically dragged Wilson out of bed and into the throne room to show him what he got for him.

Maxwell gestured to a bird cage with a purple curtain which does not match the surrounding area pulled tightly over it, the cage was put off to the side behind some pillars, The butler lifted it and put it on a pedestal that rose from the ground. During this Maxwell had the biggest grin ever, he is bubbling with excitement to show Wilson what he got.

“Okay, before you open it.” Maxwell says while holding Wilson’s hands. “I did this because I love you and I want you to have everything you love in one place!” Maxwell then steps aside to let Wilson open the curtains.

Inside Wilson sees a curled-up Wes facing away from him, Wilson’s eyes widen in anger as he turns to look Maxwell in the eye.

“Why would you do this?” Wilson says while grabbing Maxwell’s lapels and pulling him closer so he can feel Wilson’s rage. “Why would you do something so horrible?” Wilson looks back at Wes to get a better look at his injuries. “Are those claw marks? And BURN MARKS? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HIM?” Wilson angrily shouts while shoving Maxwell away from him to go back to the cage.

“I thought you would like it.” Maxwell confesses while straightening up his suit and stepping away from Wilson.

“Yes, I would like to spend more time with all the people I love, but not in a cage.” Wilson says with his hand in between the bars trying to shake Wes awake. “Why isn’t he waking up?” Wilson turns to Maxwell with worry in his voice.

“I may have put a little spell on him to put him to sleep because he was trying to hit me with his nubs every time I passed the cage, don’t worry. He is not dead.” Maxwell says while looking at the floor.

“Well, how long is he going to be out for?” Wilson asks while tapping the floor with his foot impatiently.

“I- I don’t know” Maxwell confesses.

Before Maxwell could say anything more Wes started to stir.

“Go sit on the throne or something, I don’t want you here right now.” Wilson says while trying to comfort Wes.

Wilson summons the butler to retrieve some bandages for Wes.

Maxwell sits on his throne and watches as Wilson talks with Wes after fixing up his wounds, well not really talking but Wilson signs yes or no questions to Wes who answers with a nod or shake of the head. Maxwell just stares from his throne and daydreams of holding him close and kissing him and sliding his hand into his pants or under his dress to fondle him. Oh how Maxwell lusts over Wilson’s body, and how much he wants to be inside it.

“ɎØɄ ₴ⱧØɄⱠĐ ₮₳₭Ɇ Ⱨł₥. Ɽł₲Ⱨ₮ ⱧɆⱤɆ, ₴₮Ɽ₳₱ Ⱨł₥ ₮Ø ₮ⱧɆ ₮ⱧⱤØ₦Ɇ ₳₦Đ ₴Ʉ₵₭ Ⱨł₴ ₴ØɄⱠ ØɄ₮ Ø₣ Ⱨł₴ Đł₵₭. ɎØɄ ₭₦Ø₩ ɎØɄ ₩₳₦₮ ₮Ø Ⱨ₳VɆ Ⱨł₴ ⱧɆ₳VɎ ₵Ø₵₭ ⱤɆ₴₮ł₦₲ Ø₦ ɎØɄⱤ ₮Ø₦₲ɄɆ. ɎØɄ ₭₦Ø₩ ɎØɄ ₩₳₦₮ ₮Ø Ⱡł₴₮Ɇ₦ ₮Ø Ʉ₴, ₴₮Ø₱ ł₲₦ØⱤł₦₲ ₩Ⱨ₳₮ ɎØɄ ₮ⱤɄⱠɎ ₩₳₦₮.”

Oh how Maxwell wants to listen to the voices that sit in the back of his mind, constantly driving him insane.

But he knows Wilson would leave him for good if he acted on those impulses. And he can’t have that.

He continues to watch as Wilson hugs Wes through the bars. He growls under his breath and bares his teeth to Wes who is facing him. Wes shrinks into Wilson’s hold, Wilson turns around. Maxwell relaxes his face and looks away innocently.

“You are impossible to deal with right now Maxwell.”

“What did I do?”

“What didn’t you do?” Wilson snarls at him, “Go somewhere else, your very presence is pissing me off.”

“Ugh, I can’t be in my own throne room because you care about a stupid mime than you do me.” Maxwell storms off.

“Maybe I would like you more if you stopped hurting the people I love!” Wilson shouts at him. Wes tilts his head questioningly and points one of his nubs in the direction of where Maxwell stormed off in. “Him? You don’t have to worry about him. He just gets a little jealous, and worried. I had almost died and he kind of freaked out, he is still probably a little shaky because of it.” Wes gave him a deadpan look and shook his head. “Was that not what you were asking?” Wes nods, he then draws a heart in the air with his nubs and points to Wilson then points to where Maxwell went. “Do I like him?” Wilson asks, a little taken back “I- I don’t know, I do have feelings for him, but I don’t think I love him like he loves me. And I don’t think I will ever, especially with how he has been acting lately.”

The butler appears with some soup, “For the Mime.” The butler sets the broth in the cage via a little latch which he locked back up, “The king wants to talk to you sir.” The butler says to Wilson.

“I suppose I shall go.” Wilson says, “I will be back Wes, please be careful and I will try to keep you safe.”

The butler escorts Wilson out and all of the lights in the throne room flicker off and Wes is left alone in the dark with hundreds of eyes watching him.

The butler leads him to the garden, Wilson walks out and heads to the marble gazebo where Maxwell is standing, holding a strikingly red rose.

“Why are you fraternizing with that mime. My love?” Maxwell says while starting to pluck the petals off of the rose.

“Fraternizing? I am simply being kind when you won’t show an ounce of remorse for the horrible things you do.” Wilson fumes.

“I am simply getting revenge dear.”

“On the people I love.”

“I don’t care if you ’love’ him, he caused you harm and I will not stand for it!” Maxwell turns to face him. “You also kicked me out of my own throne room, I should eat both you and him for that behavior.”

Wilson sighs, taking a breath before speaking. “What do you want?” Wilson asks, “Because you brought me out here for a reason, it’s not eating me, you would have brought me to the table if that was the reason. What is it?”

Maxwell sighs. “I am simply asking for your forgiveness. I want to formally apologize for freaking out in the throne room and trapping your boyfriend.”

Wilson is taken aback but nods, “If your apologies are genuine, I will try to forgive you.”

Maxwell steps back and gets on his knees. “I want to apologize for hurting you emotionally and physically when you had almost died, please forgive me I was in the wrong. I will never harm you again.” Maxwell doesn’t move and continues with the other apology. “I am sorry for trapping your boy toy Wes in a bird cage. I won’t do it again.” Maxwell clearly isn’t happy about apologizing for his actions to Wes and it shows in his apology.

“I will slightly forgive you for the throne incident, you were scared, I get it. But you haven’t apologized properly for hurting Wes, and he is not my boy toy.” Maxwell rolls his eyes.

“I will not hurt him while he is here.” Maxwell groans. “There, is that better?”

“It is satisfactory if you actually keep your word.”

“Wonderful!” Maxwell says, his blank eyes lighting up.

Maxwell stands up, “Can I ask something of you dear?”

“Yes, you can.”

Maxwell walks up to Wilson and puts his hands around his waist. “I don’t want you to spend more time with the mime than with me.”

“Why? Are you jealous?” Wilson tilts his head up to face Maxwell.

“ɎɆ₴, ɎɆ₴ ɎØɄ ₳ⱤɆ. ₮ɆⱠⱠ Ⱨł₥. ₮ɆⱠⱠ Ⱨł₥.”

“No, I just don’t like seeing you be around him.”

“Sounds like jealousy to me.” Wilson states, Maxwell just grumbles.

“ɎØɄ ₴ⱧØɄⱠĐ ₵Ⱡ₳ł₥ Ⱨł₥ ⱧɆⱤɆ, ₥₳Ɽ₭ Ⱨł₥ ł₦ ₮ⱧɆ ₥Ø₴₮ Vł₴ł฿ⱠɆ ₱Ⱡ₳₵Ɇ₴ ₴Ø ₮Ⱨ₳₮ ⱧØⱤⱤłĐ ₥ł₥Ɇ ₭₦Ø₩₴ ₮Ø ₭ɆɆ₱ Ø₣₣ Ø₣ Ⱨł₥.”

Maxwell meets Wilson’s eyes and to him Wilson is the most adorable thing looking up at him with those large uneven brown eyes. “I see you didn’t put on your robe, why?”

“I can’t put it on without help remember. So I never did.” Wilson says into Maxwell’s chest. “Can you let go of me now?”

“But why do I have too dear?” Maxwell pulls Wilson closer.

“Because I want to make sure Wes’s bandages are looking good before I go finish up some experiments that I have been running.”

“Ugh if you insist. But I want something from you before you go.”

“What do you want?”

“I want a kiss.”

Maxwell lets go of him and leans down to look Wilson in the eyes on an equal level. Wilson kisses Maxwell on the cheek and turns to head back into the large and imposing castle.

“Ahem. That’s not what I asked dear~”

Wilson stops and slowly turns back. “You said a kiss, not what type or where.”

Maxwell sighs, “You aren’t stupid darling. Come on, just a little peck and you can be on your way with your little boy toy.”

“I hate you calling him that. He isn’t my boy toy.” Wilson sighs “But fine, I will give you a little peck.” Wilson groans and leans in to give Maxwell a small and light kiss. Wilson quickly pulls away and wipes the lipstick that smeared onto his lips and blushes before turning and leaving, which Maxwell doesn’t stop. He just smiles as he watches Wilson head into the palace.

He summons some clippers and turns to the tall and imposing rose hedges to shape them into a beautiful bush, he had been neglecting his garden for too long.

“ɎØɄ ₴ⱧØɄⱠĐ Ⱨ₳VɆ ₮₳₭Ɇ₦ ₥ØⱤɆ. ɎØɄ ₴ⱧØɄⱠĐ Ⱨ₳VɆ ₴ⱧØVɆĐ ɎØɄⱤ ₮Ø₦₲ɄɆ ĐØ₩₦ Ⱨł₴ ₮ⱧⱤØ₳₮ ₳₦Đ ₥₳ĐɆ Ⱨł₥ ₲łVɆ ɎØɄ ₥ØⱤɆ.”

“No, he will come back for more. There is no need to force it.”

“ɎØɄ ₳ⱤɆ ₵ɆⱤ₮₳ł₦ ⱧɆ ₩łⱠⱠ ₵Ø₥Ɇ ฿₳₵₭ ₣ØⱤ ₥ØⱤɆ?”

“You should have seen his face, he wants more. But I will let him crawl back to me.”

“₴Ʉ₵Ⱨ ₳ ฿Ɇ₳Ʉ₮ł₣ɄⱠⱠɎ ₵ⱤɄɆⱠ ₭ł₦₲~”

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Wilson hadn’t given Maxwell any attention and was taking care of a terrified Wes. Maxwell was probably brooding in a dark corner of the castle. Well, that’s what Wilson thought. Maxwell was nowhere near the palace as he was preparing something special.

Wilson sits on his throne, watching Wes from the corner of his eye while helping the poor survivors. Wilson is bored, he can barely keep his eyes open and feels like a heavy blanket has been placed on him.

He gets up to go to bed but his legs fail him, and he falls back onto the throne. Wilson gives up and let’s sleep take him.

~~

“How long did he stay up taking care of that horrid mime?” Maxwell asks the butler after returning.

“He stayed up all night and didn’t eat any of the food I brought for him.” The butler gestures to the now cold food on the small table next to the sleeping Wilson. Maxwell puts his face in his hands and sighs.

“Take him to my room. Lay him on my bed and I can deal with him once he wakes up.”

“Yes sir.” The butler carefully picks Wilson up from the throne and takes him away.

Maxwell sits in his own throne and glares at Wes. He had caused this. Maxwell wants to torture Wes, make him hurt. But he remembers Wilsons words and looks away from the pitiful creature before he does something he would regret.

“You are lucky I care about Wilson and care about how he feels, otherwise you would be in a world of hurt.” Maxwell snarls to the trembling Wes. “But don’t push your luck. As much as I would hate betraying him, I won’t hesitate to torture you behind his back for being disrespectful.”

Maxwell leans back in his throne and waits for Wilson to wake up from his slumber.

~~

Wilson gets up, he supposes either he had walked here in a tired stupor or Maxwell, or the butler brought him here. Which was nice of them. But Wilson was worried that Maxwell might have hurt Wes while he was out.

Wilson jumped out of bed and just put on his suit. He wanted to make sure Wes was alright. He enters the throne room quietly and watches Maxwell who is staring into the darkness. Wes is curled up and the butler isn’t able to be seen but Wilson can hear the sounds of cleaning which could only be attributed to the butler.

Before Wilson steps out into the light he hears Maxwell speak. “Butler, prepare the dinner a little later. I am going to take Wilson out on a little trip.”

“Yes sir, is there anything else you want me to do?”

“Not at the moment, but keep this creature fed while we are gone.” Maxwell gestures to Wes and the butler bows and continues cleaning.

Wilson stays in the dark for another couple minutes before walking up to the thrones.

“I was wondering if you would wake up.” Maxwell says cheerily while opening his arms up for Wilson. Wilson ignores Maxwell’s open arms and sits in his own throne. Maxwell scowls and rests his arms on his lap and looks at Wilson. “So, I was wondering.” Maxwell says like a high schooler trying to ask out their crush. “Do you have any important experiments going on today?” Maxwell leans in and his smile widens.

Wilson knows where this is going but plays along. “In fact, I do not. Why?”

“Well, I was thinking we haven’t gone out yet and I would love to hear you tell me about yourself.” Maxwell looks Wilson deep in the eyes. Wilson looks back into those soulless orbs and sighs.

“I suppose, what do you have in mind?”

“Yay!” Maxwell says happily, “I have already planned out an entire day for us!”

“You planned out a day for us to do even if I might say no?”

“Well, yeah… Just don’t think too hard into it.” Maxwell says. “I will help you with the rest of your outfit and we will be on our way!”

“Okay-“ Before Wilson could finish, he was picked up by an ecstatic Maxwell who is wearing an unnaturally large smile on his face.

“Sorry for picking you up, I am just so excited.” Maxwell teleports them to the closet and immediately starts wrapping Wilson in the fine silks. “Are you comfortable?” Maxwell wraps his arms around Wilson waist to clasp the last clips.

“Yeah, it is just a little tight, but I can live.”

“Good. Now are you ready to go?” Maxwell asks while holding Wilson’s hands.

“I am ready to go.” Wilson says cheerfully and Maxwell teleports them outside of the palace.

The crisp air definitely beats the stuffy old castle, the smell of flowers waft through the air as he inhales. He looks around and sees flowers of all kinds stretching as far as the eye can see. Bees drift from flower to flower and leave the two alone as they collect pollen and make honey.

“This is beautiful.” Wilson says while walking around, making sure not to step on any flowers of bees. “I never knew you could make such a beautiful place. I thought your specialty was monsters?”

“Well, I can do two things at once.” Maxwell says while walking over to Wilson, crushing flowers and bees under his heel as he holds his love’s hand. “I might have learned how to make something that doesn’t want to kill just for you.”

Wilson’s eyes light up. “You did! I knew you are a soft-hearted old man.” Wilson holds Maxwell tightly.

“I am not soft-hearted!” Maxwell defends, not acknowledging the old man remark.

“I am not buying it!” Wilson says before letting Maxwell go.

Wilson reaches into Maxwell’s coat, looking for something. “Wh-what are you d-doing?” Maxwell says nervously.

“I am looking for Whiskers. I didn’t feel him as I hugged you.” Wilson said, still searching the coat.

“He is back in the castle. I didn’t bring him so we could spend time together and not have him in the way.” Maxwell says as he removes Wilson’s grabby hands.

“Oh, sorry.” Wilson says while looking at the ground sadly. “I won’t do it again. I am sorry for ruining the date.”

“Oh dear. You didn’t ruin anything.” Maxwell explains as he holds Wilson’s head up. “You were worried because you didn’t feel Whiskers and I am absolutely happy that you care for him –

You couldn’t do anything to make me not love you.”

Wilson looks up at Maxwell in shock, “But I was grabbing you when you clearly weren’t expecting it or didn’t want it.”

“Wilson dear. You can’t do anything to hurt me, don’t stress about it and just have fun. If you really want, I can grab Whiskers.”

Wilson wipes his face before responding. “No, there is no need to get him. Thank you though.”

Maxwell holds him tighter and kisses his head. “Shall we continue the date?”

“Yeah, that would be nice.”

The ground under them turs black and Maxwell teleports them to a large room with hanging red curtains and a small table with a ruby red tablecloth and two plates on either side, with a candle in the middle.

Maxwell leads Wilson to one of the tall and elegant seats and sits him down. Maxwell sits in the other chair and the candle lights itself. Wilson looks around and sees a bunch of candles of varying size, shape and color scattered around them. Wilson looks back at Maxwell who had shifted the color of his outfit to fit the surrounding maroon red.

“Why do you like red so much?” Wilson asks as wine glasses appear and they fill themselves with red wine.

“It reminds me of you, your red waistcoat sticks out and you look absolutely adorable when your face is red from blushing.” Maxwell summoned a plate of varying fruits that couldn’t be found in the constant.

“Are those grapes?” Wilson asks while grabbing them.

“Yes they are my dear, when I grabbed a poor innocent soul, I made sure to grab some fruits so I could replicate them here for you.” Maxwell grabs them from Wilson’s hand and plucks one of the juicy fruits off and brings it to Wilson’s mouth. “Open up darling~”

Wilson opens his mouth and Maxwell drops the plump green fruit on his tongue. “Mmmm, they taste just like the grapes I had as a little boy.”

“Good, I was worried I got the taste wrong.” Maxwell says before enjoying one himself, “Now, tell me about your childhood.”

“Well, I grew up in a wealthy family but since I wanted to be a scientist and not marry the family friend’s kid they disowned me, or rather I disowned them and then they ‘forgot’ about me and stopped inviting me back home. That was around when you started talking to me over the radio.”

“Wow. Well, they don’t deserve your brilliant mind anyway.” Maxwell says while grabbing an apple slice for Wilson next.

“Really? I still have doubts about leaving and I wonder if I did marry her that my parents would fund my research.” Wilson looks down at the food but accepts the slice from Maxwell’s hand.

“From what I heard just now and your ranting over the radio it sounds like they wouldn’t and that you would have a horrible life being married to that shrew.” Maxwell says while eating another grape, “And if your parents didn’t support your career while you were single, they wouldn’t give two shits about you or what you want once you gave them grandkids. Because that’s all they wanted. Sorry pal.”

“Thanks Max, that really helped me figure it out.”

“I am here for you my dear, no matter what it is.”

-~-

The night continues and Maxwell feeds Wilson a bunch of exotic things he had grabbed from Earth. As the moon reaches the peak of the night sky Maxwell’s voice deepens and becomes more sensual, and those small purple feathers sprout from his skin right under the collar of his shirt. And oh boy does it do things to Wilson.

After a little while of listening to the silky-smooth voice tickle his brain Wilson stands up and walks over to Maxwell. Maxwell sits back in his chair, and Wilson crawls into his lap slowly and inching his hands up Maxwell’s legs.

“Wilson dear, what are you doing?”

“I don’t know. What am I doing?”

“It looks to me that you are crawling into my lap to seduce me.”

“Close~” Wilson mumbles, “But it seems like I already seduced you.” Wilson lightly grabs Maxwell’s rapidly growing bulge. Maxwell groans and tries to hide his blushing face in Wilson’s shoulder.

“As much as I would like to make love to you right now, I want to wait until you have my power.” Maxwell struggles as Wilson methodically massages him.

“Aww, fine. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want you.” Wilson whispers into Maxwell’s ear. Maxwell holds Wilson closer to him and their lips are almost touching. “After you had me kiss you, I couldn’t stop wanting more.”

“Then take what you want.” Maxwell says breathlessly. He doesn’t need air, but right now he feels like he needs it more than anything.

And Wilson does that. Both tongues are fighting for dominance as soon as their lips touch. Wilson grabs Maxwell’s hands and holds them above his head on the back of the chair. Maxwell tries to pull Wilson closer with his legs but ends up accidentally tipping the chair backwards and both of them fall as he chair tips backwards and falls to the ground with a thud.

Wilson lays on top of Maxwell still kissing him and Maxwell with his hands now free because Wilson had to catch himself, holds Wilson closer to him and starts running his abnormally long fingers through the spiky hair.

Wilson starts rubbing his own clothed hardon against Maxwell’s and with the added friction Wilson has to part the kiss to pant. Wilson’s eyes start to cross from the stimulation and Maxwell tries to muffle his own small moans by biting his lip.

“Ah~” Wilson cutely moans when Maxwell grabbed his ass, Maxwell is completely enamored by the small moans escaping his mouth.

“You are adorable my dear, and you are making it really hard to not fuck you into oblivion right now.” Maxwell groans through gritted teeth.

“Please~” Wilson begs, “I need something!”

Maxwell sighs and lifts Wilson off of him, the loss of pleasure makes Wilson whimper.

“Calm down dear, let me help you.” Maxwell says as he uses shadowy hands to lift him and Wilson into a standing position, the hands also put the chair back.

Maxwell turns around and sets Wilson on the chair and kneels before him. “Do you want this?” Maxwell says, just inches from Wilson’s bulging erection.

“Y- Yes!” Wilson moans, his hands already trying to part the many fabrics. Maxwell brings his hands under the dress and paws at the clothed erection. He puts his hands under Wilson to lift him. He then pulls down the pants and underwear in one quick motion.

Maxwell then parts the fabrics of the dress to reveal the short but thick throbbing dick. His mouth starts watering, and he looks up at Wilson. Wilson looks back and nods, his hand covering his mouth to muffle his moans.

Maxwell licks up the bottom of the shaft and sucks at the head slowly. The black lipstick stains his dick and smears around Maxwell’s mouth. Wilson goes slack in the chair and just relaxes into the pleasure.

Maxwell shoves his head further down and Wilson feels the sharp teeth that were pricking his sensitive flesh retract into the spongy flesh of Maxwell’s mouth. “Your teeth retr-act?” Wilson moans out as he tries to lean forward so he can see what is going on.

Maxwell pulls off and explains, “Yes they do, I did that as to not hurt you.”

“Can I see?” Wilson asks.

“Can I finish because you are leaking profusely, and I don’t want to ruin this dress or my carpet.” Maxwell says while licking the copious amounts of precum dripping from Wilson’s cock.

“Yes, you can. But I want to see your mouth afterwards.” Wilson says while leaning back into the chair.

Wilson closes his eyes and thinks to himself about everything, having Maxwell grovel and suck his dick while sitting in a seat of power felt awesome. Too be fair this wasn’t the throne, but Maxwell had sat on it, so it had to be a seat worthy of his royal ass.

Wilson liked this and he could be like this for the rest of his life.

But before long Wilson started to feel the heat rise and he was nearing climax. “Ma- maxwell… I- I’m close!” Wilson moans and opens his eyes to watch Maxwell, his eyes having crossed from the overwhelming pleasure. Maxwell hummed and let Wilson shove his cock down his throat. Maxwell lifted his head and let Wilson watch him swallow his seed.

“Now give me your mouth, I need to see your teeth.” Wilson pulls Maxwell up, ignoring his own now flaccid member.

“Needy” Maxwell mumbles but let’s Wilson grab him.

“What did you say?” Wilson asks while poking around his mouth.

“Nothin.” Maxwell responds while putting Wilson’s dick back into his pants and pulling them up.

“So you can retract your teeth and your tongue is prehensile. What else can you do?” Wilson asked while letting the tongue wrap around his fingers.

“Never really thought of it, I just let Them make the fine details of my body. It never bothered me before so why change it. Unless you want it changed.” Maxwell says while half kneeling on the ground and the chair.

“No, I don’t want you to change just for me.” Wilson says while holding Maxwell’s face closer.

"ɎØɄ ₴ⱧØɄⱠĐ ₮ɆⱠⱠ Ⱨł₥"

‘No, I don’t think I will.’

Wilson yawns, “How late is it Max?”

“Hmm, almost morning.” Maxwell responds.

“We’ve been up all night?!” Wilson looks shocked as he realizes.

“Yeah, you crawled onto my lap around midnight.” Maxwell looks confused as to why Wilson is so shocked.

“I am going to be so fatigued tomorrow, or technically today.” Wilson grabs the sides of his head and pulls on his hair in frustration.

“Calm down dear, it is going to be okay.” Maxwell reassures him. “Now, let’s get you off to bed if you are so worried.” Maxwell picks Wilson up and cradles him in his arms.

“But, what about you? You still haven’t finished.” Wilson says while writhing violently in Maxwell’s arms.

“It’s fine my dear, now stop moving so I can take you to bed.”

“Fine.” Wilson says while crossing his arms and becoming limp. “But I don’t want you to suffer for my pleasure.” Wilson looks up at Maxwell and crosses his arms.

“I am not suffering dear. I love to see you happy and that’s all I need.”

"₴₮Ø₱ ⱠɎł₦₲ ₮Ø Ⱨł₥. ɎØɄ JɄ₴₮ ₩₳₦₮ ₮Ø ฿Ɇ ĐØ₥ł₦₳₮ɆĐ."

‘I am not lying to him. And I did hope I could get a day without you all in my head.’

"₩Ɇ Ø₦ⱠɎ ₵₳₥Ɇ ฿₳₵₭ ₮ØĐ₳Ɏ ฿Ɇ₵₳Ʉ₴Ɇ ɎØɄ ₣ł₦₳ⱠⱠɎ ₮ØØ₭ ₩Ⱨ₳₮ ɎØɄ ĐɆ₴ɆⱤVɆ."

‘I took what he asked of me. But I do hope he doesn’t grow to regret that I did this.’

“Can I at least see your dick?” Wilson asks. “So I know what I am getting?”

“But wouldn’t that ruin the fun.”

“You got to suck me off, can I please have the chance to repay you?”

“Fine but no trying to bring debt into this.”

Maxwell sits on the chair and sets Wilson on his lap. Maxwell grabs some grapes as Wilson slides off of his lap and onto the floor. The sight of Wilson in such a position made Maxwell’s heart flutter and his dick twitch.

“Are you sure about this dear?” Maxwell asked, he hates the idea of Wilson thinking he is being forced to do this.

“I am very sure about this.” Wilson says as he rests his chin on Maxwell’s crotch, feeling every little twitch. Maxwell looks down at him and sucks on the grapes from the vine seductively.

“Go ahead when you are ready dear.” Maxwell says as he opens his legs and playfully toys with his belt with one hand as the other goes for more fruit.

Wilson lifts his head and puts his open mouth on Maxwell’s cock through the fabric, licking the bulge. Maxwell groans and melts into the chair. Wilson helps the shaking hands undo the belt and pants before he pulls them down just enough for him to pull the throbbing cock out.

“I didn’t know I excited you this much.” Wilson playfully says as he slowly strokes the long cock. It was long and thin, kind of like the person it was attached to. Wilson licked up the bottom of it and sucked a little on the sensitive head.

Maxwell is in bliss. Until something starts to lightly shake his shoulders. Maxwell ignores it and focuses on watching Wilson try to fit him down his throat.

…

“Maxwell” Came a voice echoing around him. The world around him is foggy and he can barely see what he believes is Wilson still groveling at his feet and worshiping his cock.

..

“Maxwell!” The voice came again. It sounded worried but Maxwell just tried to block it out, he was with his love.

.

“MAXWELL!” The voice shouts. Maxwell feels his body shake and he opens his eyes. When did he close them? Wilson is standing over him with his hands on his shoulders and a panicked look on his face. Maxwell looks over to the bowl of fruit and the pieces he took while Wilson was playing with him were still sitting there. He puts his finger to his own lips and his lipstick isn’t smudged.

“Maxwell, are you okay?” Wilson asks as he puts his wrist on Maxwell’s forehead.

“Yeah, I am. What happened.” Maxwell asked, he doesn’t want that to have all been a dream.

“You had fallen asleep as we were talking, and I couldn’t find the butler or an exit to this room, so I tried waking you up.”

Ah, just talking.

“ɎØɄ ₴ⱧØɄⱠĐ ₮ɆⱠⱠ Ⱨł₥. ⱧɆ ₴ⱧØɄⱠĐ ₭₦Ø₩ ₩Ⱨ₳₮ ⱧɆ ĐØɆ₴ ₮Ø ɎØɄ.”

“I am sorry dear, your voice is just hypnotizing and put me right to sleep.” Maxwell says as he grabs Wilson’s hands lightly.

“Really?” Wilson asks and pulls Maxwell closer and out of the chair.

“Yes, my dear. I would never lie to you.” Maxwell says and kisses his forehead. “Now, lets head back home. It is late and you need sleep.”

“Wait.” Wilson stops him. “Can we sleep outside?”

“I am not following but go ahead.” Maxwell raises an eyebrow.

“Like can you make a bed in that flower field. I want to sleep outside and feel the cool air of my face.” Wilson says as he grabs Maxwell’s arm and lightly pulls on it.

“I can do that my dear.” Maxwell holds his hands once more and the solid ground makes way for the soft grass. The night sky is illuminated by small stars and the ground has a nice blue hue due to a bunch of the flowers glowing and Wilson is in awe.

Maxwell makes a small wooden gazebo that is painted white and, in the floor lays a pearl white bed. White translucent curtains hang from the roof and provide a little privacy. Wilson turns to look at it and hugs Maxwell.

“It’s beautiful.” Wilson lays down on the bed and Maxwell joins him.

“I am glad you like it.” Maxwell smiles and lets his body relax.

“I will be spending so much time out here.” Wilson confesses and Maxwell laughs.

Sleep starts to take hold of Wilson’s body and he lets it swallow him. Maxwell just watches him and smiles peacefully.

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Maxwell’s hands inched up Wilsons legs slowly as his mouth worships every last inch of him from the tips of his toes to the last curl in his hair, but beautifully missing his weeping dick. His long serpent tongue glides across Wilson’s delicate skin.

“Ma- Maxwell!” Wilson moans

“What’s wrong dear?” Maxwell purrs.

Wilson looks down, seeing his dick in Maxwell’s smug face, “Please get on with it!”

 “Mm~ like this?” Maxwell drags his tongue up the bottom of his cock.

“Y- Yes!” Wilson moans, Maxwell hums before taking it all in one quick motion. The scream Wilson let out echoed in the room around him as Maxwell started lavishing his weeping cock, his teeth pricking the sensitive flesh, daring to bite down and eat him up.

Maxwell’s claws creep up his legs and rests on Wilson’s stomach and barely poking through the skin, itching to be below and play with his intestine, “Please Maxwell” Wilson moans out and the sharp claws respond by digging in and finding their prize, the excruciating pain makes Wilson shoot straight down Maxwell’s throat, he rides the pleasure until Maxwell lifts his head off of his dick to start licking the exposed intestine. Wilson is in bliss, having your husband eat you alive is a level of intimate you cannot reach on earth, but here, where the man praising him just for loving him controls whether things live or die.

Wilson is deeply infatuated.

After a while of pure bliss Wilson passes out, his lover carefully cradling him while watching his wounds restitch themselves.

~~

Wilson wakes up panting and feels Maxwell holding him close, his long claws hold the same part of his stomach that was cut up in the dream. He carefully removes Maxwell’s long talons from his body. He crawls out of bed carefully to not wake Maxwell.

But just like dancing through a den of sleeping lions wearing a suit of bells and raw meat. He fails and Maxwell wakes up and grabs him to drag him back onto the bed. “Who said you could get up yet?” His gravelly voice groans out behind him and He feels the long black claws wrap tightly around him again.

“I just wanted to walk around.” Wilson says and he could feel more hands wrap around him. “It’s fine, I won’t go.” He groans as Maxwell nuzzles into his back.

“Good.” Maxwell says “You are mine~” Wilson rolls his eyes.

It isn’t too long before he can feel Maxwell has fallen asleep again and he tries his luck again. Wilson carefully unwraps the claws again and carefully crawls out again.

He was able to escape the overbearing hold and breathes in the fresh air and flowery scent. Wilson walks through the field.

He happens upon an eyebone and happily picks it up and welcomes Chester with open arms. “Chester! I have missed you!” Wilson picks him up and hugs the living chest.

“Are you replacing me my dear?” He hears the gravelly voice of the king appear behind him and Wilson turns around with Chester in his arms.

“I am not replacing you.” Wilson says as he strokes Chester. “I am just loving him.” Wilson nuzzles into the orange fur and Maxwell scowls. “Oh calm down, I am not replacing you.” Wilson pats Chester before placing the fluffy creature back on the ground. “Are you jealous of a living chest?” Wilson asks.

“No, I am not Jealous.” Maxwell defends and starts to walk away, clearly pissed.

“Wait” Wilson says as he picks up his dress to jog after him. “Where are you going?” Wilson yells after him.

“I am being sidelined by a living chest.” Maxwell says as he continues to walk away.

“I am not sidelining you Maxwell” Wilson says as he pulls in Maxwell’s sleeve. Maxwell just huffs. “Come on, I just got excited when I saw the eye bone.”

“I regret making him.” Maxwell says.

“Oh come on.” Wilson says while stopping Maxwell. “Here, I will spend the rest of the day with you.” Wilson crawls his hands sensually up Maxwell’s chest and tickles his chin once he gets to his face. Maxwell tries to follow the touch as Wilson pulls his hand away playfully.

“Fine.” Maxwell says. “But I am going to be ‘taking care’ of survivors.”

“That’s fine.” Wilson says and slips under Maxwell’s cloak with him. Maxwell looks down at him and Wilson looks up with those large and uneven whisky eyes. “I want to watch as you murder.”

“Really?” Maxwell asks.

“Yes. I want to see how you kill.” Wilson says, but the next words out of his mouth made Maxwell panic. “I know you were the White rabbit. I saw the scars.” Wilson holds Maxwell so he couldn’t leave. “I don’t care, and I could put two and two together when I saw you eating the corpse. I do want to try some human meat.” Wilson rambles and Maxwell visibly softens.

“Why are you so interested in me killing?” Maxwell asks. “Are you a killer?”

“No, well yes. It’s complicated.” Wilson says. “I preformed experiments on my classmates back in university, some murder won’t phase me.” Wilson explained. “I had also performed surgeries and vivisections on the less fortunate people that crawled out of the trenches back when I was a medic in the war.”

“You cut people up?” Maxwell asks.

“Yeah, I love to perform surgeries.” Wilson responds excitedly.

“I would love for you to cut me up dear~” Maxwell purrs and Wilson dipped his hands under the deep purple suit and started to trace where his ribs would be from outside of his shirt. Maxwell relaxed and let his arms rest on Wilson’s waist as he watched Wilson trace his chest in a trance. “Let’s go back to the throne room so you can cut me up as I kill those horrible survivors my dear~” Wilson nodded and let Maxwell lead him through an archway that appeared out of the ground before them.

Not before long Maxwell is sitting on his throne, chest bared with a giddy Wilson on his lap and shadowy surgical tools next to him on a small floating table. Wilson had taken off the dress and opted to wear his red waistcoat for the process. “Could you make the tools a little more solid? I still get a little shaky over the shadows.” Wilson confessed and Maxwell waved his hand over them not breaking eye contact with Wilson. The tools turn to metal as the shadows retreat into his hand.

“Better?” Maxwell asks and Wilson nods.

“You say you aren’t human? At least not anymore?” Wilson asks as he drags the back of the scalpel over his pale blue skin which leaves small, darkened lines.

“Yes, my body had died a long time ago, so I made this one.” Maxwell explained as he sits back a little more in his throne so Wilson can work better. “I preserved it so I can remember what I look like and mold my body accordingly.” Maxwell lies, “But I don’t think I got the insides correct.”

“You preserved it? Could I see it?” Wilson asks.

Maxwell pauses. “Maybe. I will have to think on that.”

“That’s okay, I have this one.” Wilson slowly brings the scalpel down to his skin and Maxwell nods. Wilson cuts into the thin skin and no blood leaks out. “You don’t bleed?” Wilson looks up at Maxwell.

“This body doesn’t.” Maxwell replied. “But I have other bodies I made that do.”

Wilson nods and continues to cut deeper. Reaching the bone he finds that there is little to no fat to cut away. “You are really bad at making bodies.” Wilson says as he peels the skin off to get a better look. Maxwell rolls his eyes and watches Wilson cut away the skin from his chest and reveal the empty cavern that is his chest. Well not entirely empty, it is filled with nightmare fuel and a heart and a pair of lungs, everything else is nonexistent. “What the hell.” Wilson says as he looks back up at Maxwell.

“I kind of forgot some things.” Maxwell says as he puts his own hands in to feel around the cavern.

“Where does everything go when you eat?” Wilson asks and Maxwell just shrugs.

“I have no idea, fuel probably but I still feel the pangs of hunger.” Maxwell explains.

Wilson scoops some fuel out with his hand, and it holds up to his face. Maxwell watches intently and is wondering what Wilson is going to do. “So odd.” Wilson says as he brings it up to his mouth and sticks his tongue out.

“You are not going to eat it.” Maxwell says as he grabs Wilson’s wrist to guide it back into his body.

“Fine, but I wanted to see if it was any different than the normal fuel that you can find outside the palace.” Wilson explains. “About your other bodies.” Wilson sidetracks. “Tell me more.”

Maxwell stares at him. Before he answers he has Wilson stitch him back up.

“All I am going to say dear is that they are no different from what you see in front of you.” Maxwell purrs as he holds Wilson closer.

~~

In the dark far away the butler brings a glass of water up to trembling lips. The rotting flesh sloughs off the broken bone as it tries to move closer. The butler stops it, and the body lets the gentle hands of the fuel bind it as it is suspended in a void of black fuel. The only source of contrast in the overpowering black is the porcelain white rabbit mask resting on the face of the corpse.

The butler watches with sorrow as the body writhes at every little movement as if it is in excruciating pain.

~~

Wilson walks up to Maxwell as he returns after putting his suit back on.

“You never react to pain or touch.” Wilson states as he holds Maxwell’s hands. “As I was cutting you up, I noticed you hadn’t flinched or made any remark to the pain. Why?” Wilson’s worried face looks up and Maxwell panics.

“This body can’t feel, I made it so I wouldn’t feel if a pawn had tried to hurt me so they couldn’t get the satisfaction of pain.” Maxwell lies.

“I get that but why all of the time? Touch is a major part of understanding the world around you.” Wilson rubs his thumbs on the top of Maxwell’s hands.

“I get that.” Maxwell responds, he looks sad as if remembering something. “But I never did because I could use the fuel to provide the sensations I need to survive and function.” He explains, the lies slip between his teeth easily.

Wilson falls for the lie and hugs him. “Is there any way I can help?” Wilson asks as he looks up and rests his chin on Maxwell’s chest.

“You don’t have to change anything. Just continue to love me and that is all I can ask for” Maxwell says as he puts a stray hair behind Wilson’s ear.

“I can do that, but I have to ask one thing.”

“Of course my dear.”

“I want you to show me how much you truly love me” Wilson tickles under Maxwell’s long and pointy chin and kisses his plush black stained lips before heading back to the throne room. Maxwell just stands there, frozen and in shock.

“Very well my dear~” Maxwell mutters and leaves himself.

~~

Maxwell sits in the top of the bell tower and looks out into the black haze surrounding the palace. He leans forward to the edge and waves his hand through the thick haze.

When he drew his hand back to him, nightmare fuel stuck to his hand and formed into a shining thulecite ring that glows with a light blue gem that mirrors the shining moon. He takes some more fuel and forms more fine details in the hardened material.

He brings it up to his face and studies it closely, he hopes it will be adequate.

~~

Wilson walks around happily and is practically skipping when the butler tells him that Maxwell is waiting for him in the garden.

Wilson walks through the garden looking for Maxwell and finally finds him in a very secluded place where the bushes feel very closed in. Maxwell himself stands in a marble gazebo facing away, his posture is very nervous, and Wilson walks up to him.

“You called for me?” Wilson asks and Maxwell turns around, he is hiding something in his cloak and bends down to seem less threatening.

“Yeah, I am going to say this once and only once.” Maxwell says and takes a small step back. He kneels. before he speaks. “I am giving you one last chance to back out. To go back to your friends and to leave this all behind. I will not stop you.” Maxwell looks up at him with a solemn face.

“I don’t want to leave. I have been dropping hints because I have been wanting this. Wanting you for a while now.” Wilson confesses and holds Maxwell’s face.

Maxwell smiles and pulls the ring out of midair and asks.

“Will you marry me?”

“YES!” Wilson practically screams and hugs Maxwell. He kisses his face and lands an extra-long kiss on his nose. Maxwell stands up and wraps his arms around Wilson and kisses him back. Maxwell picks him up and Wilson wraps his legs around Maxwell’s waist.

“I am so happy. I was worried that you would say no.” Maxwell confesses as he holds his now fiancé.

“Why would I say no?” Wilson asks and he brings his head down to rest upon Maxwell’s forehead to look him in the eyes.

Maxwell slips the ring on Wilson’s finger as he responds. “Just some small anxieties, that you shouldn’t be worried about.” and the garden around them shifts to the dark mahogany bedroom Wilson hopes he will spend a lot more time in. He finds himself laying on the bed as Maxwell kisses his stomach and makes his way up to his head where they spend the late hours of the night making out like teenagers.

-~-

Maxwell feels as he falls through the floor. He falls for hours, days or even weeks before hitting the ground. Messing with that book wasn’t his smartest idea but wherever he is was sidetracking him from taking care of the body he had carelessly massacred when they had insulted his outfit on a cold lonely night.

He was sloppy and the cops were sure to be closing in, there were witnesses. He was sure of that. But what was more important was finding out where he was now.

He gets up and looks around, the inky darkness is overwhelming, but he decides to walk around and find an exit.

He walks for who knows how long, his mask feels abnormally heavy on his face but doesn’t take it off, he can’t get caught. Not now, not ever. He stops when he feels something tugging at his pants and feet. He looks down to find small hands made of what looks to be ink pulling at him. He kicks them off and moves to leave but a voice stops him in his tracks.

“Join us. We can help you.”

“Who are you?” Maxwell says into the darkness.

“We are whatever you want. Be our king and we can give you the power to kill anyone you want.”

The scars from where he was branded from his own irons stung at the words and he tries to find the source of the voices in the darkness.

“What do you want out of this?” Maxwell asks and the voices respond.

“We want you. We want someone to control our power.”

“So you want me to take your power and give you control? And there is no fine print I am not reading?” Maxwell says.

“Correct, a powerful weapon is useless if it doesn’t have aim.”

“Very well, I will accept this proposition.” Maxwell says after a while of thinking and opens his arms.

“Our new King.”

“Rule us.”

“Take the throne”

“We are yours.”

The voices ring out as the same inky black fluid that was grabbing at him starts dripping from the ceiling and the room fills with the liquid before he gets engulfed with it.

Drowning, the last words he hears before the fluid suffocates him is:

“Be calm our new King, we are giving you our power.”

~~

Maxwell awakes with a fright and sits up. He hadn’t thought about his crowning in a long time. He looks down at a disheveled Wilson solemnly and sighs, He will make the process less traumatizing for him. Instead of falling back asleep with him Maxwell gets out of bed and straightens his wrinkled suit and leaves. He takes one last look at his sleeping fiancé before heading out of the palace.

Chapter Text

Wilson is getting dressed by the butler, the beautiful silky white fabric draped over him as the dress is slowly assembled piece by piece. The fabrics are being clipped on and held in place by silver fastens. The butler has to loosen the corset a little because Wilson has grown a little stomach from being here, turns out Maxwell loves feeding him. The butler puts a small golden spiky tiara with hanging gemstones on his head. The silk lace which is embroidered with tiny designs is then draped over his head and face, the tiara is holding it out of his face. The butler adorns his hands with golden rings on every finger but the ring finger and puts a beautiful gold medallion on his neck and it glows slightly.

Wilson steps off the small podium, trying to not fall in the short heels. He then is led to a mirror as he is sat down by the butler who carefully applies a small layer of makeup and fixes the slightly lopsided tiara.

Wilson stands up to admire the butlers handy work and smiles gleefully.

“Thank you so much!” Wilson says while hugging the butler, also making sure to not mess up his makeup or jewelry.

“You are welcome, sir.” The butler responds. But before any other words could be exchanged the large bells on top of the castle chimed loudly. “It is time, let me fix up your dress and you will be on your way.”

The butler fixes up the dress as Wilson waits until it is time for him to step out. “Could you walk me down the aisle? I am a little nervous and I don’t want to go through the trouble of asking anyone else…”

“Of course sir, I would be more than happy to help you. Is it not what I was made for.” The butler says while letting Wilson wrap his arm around his own and the music starts, and the butler leads Wilson around the corner and down the aisle.

Wilson locks eyes with Maxwell who is wearing a full white suit with gold embroidery and golden crown rests atop his combed back hair. His claws are covered in white silk gloves and are holding a rose which matches the one resting atop the crown. His makeup has been touched up and his signature black lipstick has been swapped for a cold metallic silver. His face is red with blush as he sees Wilson slowly walk towards him.

Wilson stands at the altar in front of Maxwell. The officiant (Them) who is melting into the shadows and it’s many eyes fixated on the small book resting on the altar, it’s hundred mouths speak up and states the welcome.

“₩ɆⱠ₵Ø₥Ɇ ₳ⱠⱠ ₮Ø ₮ⱧɆ ₵ⱤɆ₳₮łØ₦ Ø₣ ₮ⱧɆ Ɇ₮ɆⱤ₦₳Ⱡ ฿Ø₦Đ ฿Ɇ₮₩ɆɆ₦ ₮ⱧɆ₴Ɇ ₮₩Ø ⱠØVɆⱤ₴ ₳₦Đ ₮ⱧɆ ₵ⱤØ₩₦ł₦₲ Ø₣ ØɄⱤ ₦Ɇ₩ QɄɆɆ₦.”

The seats are filled with survivors of many different worlds, Wilson’s friends are in the front row. All of them are tied up to their seats, bound and gagged. With the exception of Wes who is in his bird cage.

“₩Ɇ ₩ł₴Ⱨ ₮ⱧɆ₴Ɇ ⱠØVɆⱤ₴ ₳ ⱠØ₦₲ ₳₦Đ Ⱨ₳₱₱Ɏ Ɇ₮ɆⱤ₦₳Ⱡ Ⱡł₣Ɇ ₳₴ ₮ⱧɆ ⱤɄⱠɆⱤ₴ Ø₣ ₮Ⱨł₴ ₩Ø₦ĐɆⱤ₣ɄⱠ Đł₥Ɇ₦₴łØ₦ ₳₦Đ ɎØɄⱤ ฿Ɇ₦ɆVØⱠɆ₦₮ ₥Ø₦₳Ɽ₵Ⱨ₴.”

A short pause

“ĐØɆ₴ ₳₦ɎØ₦Ɇ Ø฿JɆ₵₮ ₮Ø ₮Ⱨł₴ ₥₳ⱤⱤł₳₲Ɇ ₳₦Đ ฿ł₦Đł₦₲ Ø₣ ₴ØɄⱠ₴?” Them ask the guests.

A couple of Wilson’s old friends fight against the bindings and gag to object.

“₦Ø Ø₦Ɇ? Ø₭₳Ɏ.”

“₦Ø₩ ₣ØⱤ ₮ⱧɆ ⱠØVɆⱤ₴ ₮Ø ɆӾ₵Ⱨ₳₦₲Ɇ VØ₩₴ Ø₣ ₮ⱧɆłⱤ ⱠØVɆ ₳₦Đ ₵Ø₥₥ł₮₥Ɇ₦₮ ₮Ø Ɇ₳₵Ⱨ Ø₮ⱧɆⱤ. ₮ⱧɆ ₵ɄⱤⱤɆ₦₮ ⱤɆł₲₦ł₦₲ ₭ł₦₲ ₩łⱠⱠ ₲Ø ₣łⱤ₴₮ ₴ł₦₵Ɇ ⱧɆ ⱤɆQɄɆ₴₮ɆĐ ₴Ø”

Maxwell grabbed Wilson’s hands lightly and looked into his eyes.

“I have loved you since we talked over the radio. I thought my shriveled dead heart couldn’t beat again but when I saw you standing there in front of my throne when you beat my game it pulsed. And ever since I have gone through so many lengths and jumped through so many hoops to get to this spot right here. And I will do it a hundred times over if it means I can have you love me. I will give you the world, anything you could ever want or desire it will be yours.” Maxwell smiles as he finishes not letting go of Wilson’s hands.

“₦Ø₩ ₣ØⱤ ɎØɄ ØɄⱤ ₴ØØ₦ ₮Ø ฿Ɇ QɄɆɆ₦.”

“You may have fallen for me first, but I have fallen harder. I have seen you at your lowest and at your highest. I have seen you murderous and I have seen you loving. And I loved every second of it. Becoming your Queen and ruling alongside you are the best thing that could ever happen to me, I can’t think of anything better than that.” Wilson smiles back.

“₦Ø₩ ₣ØⱤ ₮ⱧɆ Ɽł₦₲₴. Ɽł₦₲ ฿Ɇ₳ⱤØⱤ.” Them summons Chester who bounds in happily, the shadowy hands of Them reach into the open maw of Chester and hand each ring to the two grooms.

“ĐØ ɎØɄ, ØɄⱤ ₭ł₦₲ ₮₳₭Ɇ ₩łⱠ₴Ø₦ ₮Ø ฿Ɇ ɎØɄⱤ Q₩ɆɆ₦?”

Maxwell nods. “Yes, Yes I do”

“ĐØ ɎØɄ, ₩łⱠ₴Ø₦ ₮₳₭Ɇ ØɄⱤ ₭ł₦₲ ₮Ø ฿Ɇ ɎØɄⱤ ⱠØVɆⱤ?”

Wilson also nods. “I do.”

They stare at Maxwell with their hundred eyes. Maxwell picks up Wilson’s left hand and softly slips the wedding ring on which sends a jolt of energy up Wilson’s spine, who in turn grabs Maxwell’s left hand and slides his glove off to slide the ring on his finger.

“₳₦Đ ₦Ø₩! ₮ⱧɆ ₱₳Ɽ₮ ɆVɆⱤɎØ₦Ɇ ł₴ ₩₳ł₮ł₦₲ ₣ØⱤ. ₮ⱧɆ ₭ł₴₴!”

A short pause

“₩Ⱨ₳₮ ₳ⱤɆ ɎØɄ ₩₳ł₮ł₦₲ ₣ØⱤ? ₭ł₴₴!”

Maxwell grabs Wilson by the waist and lifts the veil as he pulls him in for a passionate kiss, he bows Wilson backwards as they interlock tongues.

After a little bit they break, Wilson is a little dazed and Maxwell puts a stray strand of hair behind his ear. Both of their makeup is ruined, Maxwell’s lipstick is smeared, and Wilson’s mouth is covered in silver.

“₦Ø₩, ₩Ɇ ₵₳₦'₮ ₥ł₴₴ ₮ⱧɆ ₵ⱤØ₩₦ł₦₲!” Them say happily as the stage shifts and the butler walks up to hand a teal crystal crown to Maxwell. Wilson kneels in front of him, and the butler lifts the veil and tiara off of his head.

“By accepting this position and this crown you are accepting to rule the constant by my side, do you accept?” Maxwell asks as he holds the crown above Wilson’s bowed head.

“I accept my king.” Wilson states.

Maxwell then places the crown on Wilson’s head. Wilson could feel the large spikes of the crown burrow into his head and become one with his skull.

Maxwell lifts him up by his hands before he takes him in another passionate kiss. “You look gorgeous my dear” He says as they part, “Are you ready for the last part of the ritual?” he whispers into Wilson’s mouth.

“Yes, Yes I am” Wilson responds with enthusiasm.

Maxwell picks up Wilson who wraps his legs around his new husbands waist, the floor under them turns black as Maxwell phases both of them to a new room, away from the prying eyes of the survivors.

The vast room only consists of four tall pillars holding up a ceiling. Wilson couldn’t see it even if he looked, he was too busy kissing Maxwell anyway to care. The floor is covered in nightmare fuel which grabs at Maxwell’s legs and tries to pull at his clothing with small nightmarish hands.

“I love you my dear, will you let me give you my power?” Maxwell says in between kisses.

“Yes, I have waited so patiently to truly be your Queen.” Wilson says breathlessly as he leans in for another passionate kiss.

Maxwell lays Wilson down in the nightmare fuel and straddles him as it starts to slowly crawl up his body but never fully grabs on to him.

“Ah~ Maxwell” Wilson moans, clawing at the fuel under him. “Please! I have been waiting for so long, just fuck me now.”

“My dear! I didn’t think you would be so forward, but you know I can’t say no to you.” Maxwell purrs as he starts to unfasten Wilson’s dress. Wilson in turn starts to pull down Maxwell’s pants. “Why are you rushing dear? We have all the time in the world my beautiful queen.” Maxwell says while grabbing Wilson’s grasping hands from his waist.

Wilson bucks his hips into Maxwell’s crotch needily, “You said we could fuck once we got married.”

“I did say that my dear, but you still have to be patient I don’t want to hurt you.” Maxwell says while leaning down for a kiss.

“Hmph” Wilson grunts, “So why are we in the fuel anyway?” Wilson asks before returning the kiss.

Maxwell breaks away from the kiss, “So I can give you my power dear, I am much more powerful when I sit in a pool of my own blood.” Maxwell says while resuming the removal of Wilson’s beautiful outfit.

“The fuel is your blood? Odd, but hot.” Wilson says as he feels the outfit melt into the fuel and disappear, he watches Maxwell’s outfit do the same. Wilson stares at Maxwell’s penis, it’s long stature contrasts it’s thin girth. His mouth starts watering as he watches every small and large twitch.

Maxwell leans up and licks the crown imbedded into Wilson’s skull with his long tongue. The feeling travels down Wilson’s spine and he gasps and arches his back into the touch.

“Ah~” Wilson moans

“Are you ready dear?” Maxwell pulls back from his touching and looks Wilson in the eye.

“Wasn’t I just begging you not five minutes ago?”

“That is true, but I still want to ask.”

“I am ready for you my king~” Wilson puts his hands above his head and starts biting his lip seductively.

Maxwell slips under Wilson’s thighs and brings them up to his shoulders, “Just relax for me dear~”

Wilson moaned wantonly when Maxwell pressed his tongue to his ass, lightly licking around the twitching hole. Only breaking contact with the organ to say, “You taste heavenly my dear, I don’t think I could handle being inside you.”

Wilson was already surrendering himself to the pleasure and just moans in response, Maxwell chuckles which send shivers up Wilson’s spine.

Once he was nice and spread Maxwell lowered Wilson’s legs onto his lap and grabbed some of the nightmare fuel to coat his penis.

“I love you my dear” Maxwell says before slowly pushing into Wilson’s accepting body inch by inch.

“I- I love you too” Wilson struggles out between moans as he is slowly filled.

Maxwell just chuckles, Wilson groans as Maxwell stretches him out quite nicely.

Once Maxwell is fully sheathed into Wilson, he leans down to passionately kiss him.

After a little while of just sitting there kissing Wilson bucks his hips to make Maxwell start thrusting, it works even if he was going slowly but that was fine for Wilson he just wanted to be here with his lover.

But after a little bit this was too agonizingly slow. Wilson grabbed Maxwell’s shoulders. “Please be rougher.” He groaned into Maxwell’s ear. Maxwell nods and speeds up he started to focus on Wilson’s sweet spot, Wilson curled his arms around Maxwell’s neck and pulled him down so they could cuddle while Maxwell thrust into him.

After a little while Maxwell lifts his head, “I- I am going t-to come” He grunts.

“Ins-ide” Wilson moans before Maxwell buries himself deep inside Wilson’s wonderful guts and finishes, The feeling of being pumped full of cum and nightmare fuel made Wilson climax. As he was coming down from his high, he feels the fuel creep up his body.

“Don’t worry my love, you have earned my power. Let Them enter your mind.” Maxwell says softly as he pulls out and the nightmare fuel crawls up both of them to fully encompass the lovers bodies.

“Ma- Maxwell?” Wilson mewls, a little panicked.

“Don’t panic darling, you are perfectly safe.” Maxwell says as he kisses Wilson’s nose through the fuel, which calms him down a bit.

The fuel consumes them, and Maxwell holds onto his husband. He feels a little lightheaded as some of Them leave him for Wilson’s body, but he is happy.

The fuel breaks after a short minute, but it felt like eternity for both of them. Wilson gasps for air and claws at Maxwell’s back, Maxwell carefully pulls the fuel off of them and pulls him closer.

“Do you feel better now dear?” Maxwell asks, cradling Wilson in his arms.

“Better? Yes, I feel amazing!” Wilson responds as he shoves Maxwell on his back into the fuel. “I want to sit on your face.”

Maxwell chuckles, “You are insatiable~” and he extends his long and forked tongue which flicks against the air seductively and says, “Your throne is awaiting you my queen~” Wilson crawls over and lines up with his mouth and slides down the luxurious tongue to rest on Maxy’s face.

“Oh~ This is heavenly Maxwell” Wilson moans out as his already sensitive ass is lavished by Maxwell’s mouth. The sharp teeth prick his sensitive flesh, and he just groans and keeps grinding down on that wonderful mouth.

After grinding for a little while Wilson speaks up through his own moaning. “Remember when I said that muzzle suited you?” Maxwell gave an affirmative grunt. “Well, I would like to try it out on your monster side if you don’t mind.” Maxwell just moans and tries to nod underneath his dense husband. Wilson giggles and tries to stand up off of him but forgot about his tongue and Maxwell holds him as he slowly drags his tongue out of his husbands ass, making sure to hit every pleasure point and rubbing extra enticingly on his prostate. Wilson praises his husbands beautiful appendage as it slides out of him.

Maxwell lays his limp pleasure filled husband on the ground next to him as he sits up, “I wasn’t lying when I said I got rid of the monster, but if you truly want it, I am fine with bringing it back.”

“You never told me, why did you get rid of it?” Wilson asks while propping himself up on his elbows.

“I had thought you hated it and I had made everything you are seeing in front of you and the monster because I thought you would like it.” Maxwell groans as he lets the fuel crawl up his back. “I am still stuck with the feathers and tail since I hadn’t properly gotten rid of it.”

“What do you mean properly?”

“I had torn out my wings in hysteria and fright.”

“I am sorry. I didn’t know” Wilson crawls over to Maxwell and sits on his lap. Wilson puts his face into Maxwell’s chest. “Let me help with this.” Wilson rubs his hands on Maxwell’s back where the wings would be and feels the scarred skin and fuel. He tries to control the unstable magic into soothing the burning skin.

Maxwell is clearly in pain and re-living the trauma of ripping out his wings. He lets the fuel hold him up as he grabs onto Wilson for support, the wings grow agonizingly slowly back as the purple and black feathers slowly cover his pale skin.

The pained groans turn into needy grunts as Maxwell lets the monster take control of his mind.

Maxwell forcefully flips Wilson on his back as he leans down and starts to nip at his skin, daring to bite down. The monster forgetting all about the pain.

Wilson giggles profusely.

Maxwell is almost double in size now and is fiercely grinding on Wilson’s leg to get some relief from his aching dick. Wilson forms the nightmare fuel into a metal muzzle and collar which makes its way around Maxwell’s face and neck.

Wilson lines up Maxwell’s cock to his hole and grinds down for Maxwell to take him for a second time. Wilson also takes a mental note of the rapidly filling knot at the base of Maxwell’s cock. Maxwell grunts and shoves his face right next to Wilson’s and uses the muzzle to keep his mouth out of the fuel. Maxwell’s blank eyes stare at Wilson as he watches his panting lover. He quickly slides into the base but not over the knot and makes sure Wilson is hearing his grunts and groans.

Wilson pulls on the leash and Maxwell extends his wings and stretches them out before violently thrusting into the smaller man. Wilson gripped the leash tighter and pulls on it, but it is ripped out of his hand by the large beast the was his husband. He now is grabbing his shoulders and fistfuls of his feathers to ground himself.

“Destroy me! Ruin Me!” Wilson moans as he tries to drag Maxwell down closer to him but fails as Maxwell actually sits up instead, rolling his hips and watching Wilson. His talons open and close, itching for meat and murder. He moves his hands behind his back so he doesn’t hurt Wilson.

Maxwell rolls onto his back carefully, minding his tail and wings. Bringing Wilson with him, Wilson starts to ride Maxwell as Maxwell tries to shove him down on his knot which is pretty thick at this point with his long talons gripping tightly on his waist.

“Oh~” Wilson moans as the knot pops in, he feels a burn as it fully stretches him out. Maxwell just groans in pleasure. He lost the ability to talk with all of his large teeth sticking out of his mouth and being unable to open it except to moan and grunt. Wilson keeps riding him as Maxwell holds his thighs.

Maxwell tries to say he’s close but all that comes out are groans of pleasure. He starts filling his smaller companion with fuel as he climaxes, Maxwell lays back and lets the pleasure flow through himself as the knot isn’t going to deflate for another minute or so.

Wilson grabs his dick to start masturbating. Maxwell grabs his hand and shakes his head. “What? You want me to sit here with a hard on? I am not waiting until your knot deflates.” Wilson says, grabbing the leash and crossing his arms defiantly. Maxwell gives him pleading eyes, which is hard when your face is disfigured with large teeth. “Fine, but you get one minute.” Maxwell smiles as best he can with his massive protruding teeth  and drapes his wings around Wilson.

Wilson pulls on the leash and he feels the large and softening dick inside him twitch and pump more cum into him. He grins as he teases Maxwell by moving the muzzle with his feet and pulling on the leash controllingly. Maxwell moans and writhes under his paramour as he is being controlled.

The minute passes and Wilson is able to be risen off of his large lover’s cock. Wilson mewls at the loss of heat and fluids. Maxwell sets him on the ground next to him and turns over onto him.

Maxwell leans down to suck his husband off but is blocked by the muzzle which bumps uselessly into Wilson’s crotch, Wilson giggles and starts to rub his dick on the metal bars. Making Maxwell watch him get pleasure from the muzzle. Maxwell sticks out his tongue and starts licking the underside of his cock and lathers the bars in saliva as he submissively licks.

Watching such a display from his new husband Wilson cums onto Maxwell’s face and the king licks it off of the muzzle obediently. Wilson unbuckles the muzzle and leash; he then tosses them to the side to be absorbed back into the fuel.

Wilson pulls Maxwell face up and cuddles him.

When Maxwell’s face returns to semi normal, and he is able to speak again he says, “Do you think you are up for another round?” he licks around Wilson’s nipples.

“Not if you keep teasing me like you do, I will come off to quickly.” Wilson retorts.

“Well you would be in control and choose how much teasing and where.” Maxwell says while turning over and lying on his back once again. “I want you to show me how controlling you can be with my magic.”

Maxwell lifts his leg to show off his ass and tail. “I am yours, take what you own.” Wilson chuckles and lathers his fingers in the fuel surrounding them to carefully open Maxwell up.

Maxwell tries to lean down and rub Wilson’s flaccid member, but he can’t reach and groans in frustration. Wilson laughs and starts to stroke himself with his free hand. Maxwell just lays back and lets Wilson finger him.

Maxwell starts to grind back on Wilson’s hand. “You ready?” Wilson asks.

“Yes” Maxwell moans, he tries to hide his red face in the fuel. “I am not going to beg, but please get on with it.”

Wilson laughs and kisses Maxwell’s exposed cheek, “You really are special”. Maxwell just growls.

Wilson carefully slides the tip in. “Would it kill you to be a little rougher?” Maxwell groans out.

“No it wouldn’t, but you have to beg for it.” Wilson says while massaging Maxwell’s legs.

“I am not begging.” Maxwell states while crossing his arms in defiance.

“Then I will be taking this slowly” Wilson kisses Maxwell and slowly pushes in while kissing Maxwell’s chest.

Maxwell groans and pulls Wilson down to lay atop him. “I demand you fuck me how I want.” Maxwell grunts into his ear.

“Aww, are you angry?” Wilson coos into his ear. “You are adorable when you get angry.”

Maxwell bares his teeth and starts to rake them up and down Wilson’s skin on his shoulder and neck. He puts his hands on Wilson’s ass and tries to push himself deeper on Wilson’s cock.

“Fine, but only because those teeth are awfully close to my arteries.” Wilson giggles.

Wilson pulls Maxwell onto his lap and lifts Maxwell up and down on his dick. Maxwell groans and bites down on Wilson’s shoulder. He then laps up the ruby red blood pouring from the wounds like a parched dog.

Wilson summons shadowy hands to hold Maxwell in place on his lap. Maxwell groans as Wilson settles to abuse his prostate. Wilson internally chuckles at Maxwell for being so submissive.

“Is this why you wanted me to have your power? Because you wanted to be submissive?” Wilson chuckles as he strokes Maxwell’s leaky dick.

“I-it’s not the o- only reason” Maxwell struggles to say as his eyes start to roll to the back of his head.

“You are truly special my dear~” Wilson says in his ear.

Feeling Maxwell tense up Wilson teases him, “Now come for me my loving husband~”

Maxwell moans as he climaxes, painting both of them in even more fuel. Maxwell clenches around Wilson’s dick which brings him closer to completion. Maxwell collapses into Wilson but begs for him to continue. Wilson continues to use his husbands body until he also finishes inside him. Maxwell kisses Wilson passionately before shoving him back into the fuel as they start making out.

“Ah~ Maxwell!” Wilson moans as one of his nipples is twisted. Maxwell hums in response and starts licking Wilson’s neck on the side he hadn’t bitten.

“You would look gorgeous with more of my marks~” Maxwell sucks more hickeys into Wilson’s skin.

“Mmm please.” Wilson moans breathlessly and scratches Maxwell’s back with his nails. Maxwell bites into his shoulder and rakes his claws up and down Wilson’s sides. Wilson wraps his legs around Maxwell and bites on his shoulders as well.

“I love you.” Maxwell mumbles as he nuzzles Wilson’s freshly marked chest.

“I love you too.” Wilson lays back and lets the fuel grab on his skin as Maxwell falls asleep.

~~

Wilson wakes up happy and refreshed. Maxwell lays peacefully in the silky red sheets below him as Wilson lifts his head from his husband’s chest. He rubs his neck and feels all of the new scars and bruises show themselves. Maxwell is also covered but not as many dot his skin.

Wilson crawls down and lays his cheek on Maxwell’s dick. “Good morning to you~” He feels Maxwell’s dick liven up at the small touches Wilson is giving him. But sadly Wilson didn’t have as much alone time as he wanted with the now hard member.

“What are you doing down there my dear?” Maxwell mumbles as he lifts the covers to look at Wilson who now has his tongue out and is less than an inch away from licking Maxwell’s balls. “Mmmm, go ahead I am just going to get a few more minutes of sleep.” Maxwell lays his head on his pillow and Wilson sucks the hanging sack into his mouth and starts to roll them around on his tongue and lightly bite them. “Watch the teeth dear.”

“Mm fine” Wilson mumbles with his balls still in his mouth, which send shivers up Maxwell’s spine.

“You aren’t going to let me sleep a little longer, are you?”

Wilson drops the balls out of his mouth. “Nope, I was tired of waiting for you to wake up.”

“We don’t have anything to do today dear. The butler is taking care of the survivors.”

“Doesn’t mean I can’t spend some time with my new husband~” Wilson mumbles into Maxwell’s crotch.

“Are you talking to me or my dick?”

“Mmmm, both?”

“Fine, come here. I will spend time with you. Just give me a minute. My body doesn’t want to work after last night.”

Wilson crawls into Maxwell’s arms and they spend some more time cuddling before both don’t want to stay in bed anymore. Maxwell helps Wilson dress into his robes and then lets Wilson help him put on his robes as he does his makeup.

“I have something for you dear~”

“Ooh what is it?”

“It’s a surprise dear. But I do think you would enjoy it.”

Maxwell leads them to the living room. Wilson demanded Maxwell add one because Wilson wants a place to rest that isn’t the bedroom or the throne room. Maxwell hands Wilson a gift box once he gets settled on the plush couch.

Wilson opens it to find a small tiara. He looks up at Maxwell questioningly.

“Well I assumed you were lonely so I am letting you summon one of your old friends to live in the castle with you and I will be nice to them and treat them with respect.” Maxwell answers the questioning stare.

Wilson hugs him. “Aww thanks Max! I promise you won’t regret this!” Wilson gives him a big kiss on the lips and sprints out of the room, leaving Maxwell alone.

Maxwell sighs and sits on one of the two chairs that face the roaring fire. He summons a book from Earth and starts reading.

~~A couple hours later ~~

Wilson opens the door and walks in, a small figure hiding behind his back.

“Who is it?” Maxwell says before throwing the book into the fire, it wasn’t that good anyway. I think the title was Twilight or something.

Wilson pry’s the small hands off of him and brings the small child into the fire light. Webber tries to hide away from the scary figure that is barely illuminated by the warm red light. “Come on Webber, it’s just Maxwell.” When those words hit the child’s ears he stopped struggling. Webber walked over to him and cautiously looked into his blank eyes.

“Why are your eyes weird Mr. Maxwell?” Webber asks as he climbs into Maxwell’s lap.

“My eyes are just like this.” Maxwell responds and lets the child get comfy.

“I knew you would be happy with him.” Wilson says as he sits in his own chair.

“Who said you could sit there?” Maxwell says as he beacons Wilson over with a curling finger. “Sit with us.” The chair morphs into a Victorian style chaise lounge and Wilson plops next to his husband.

They all cuddle for the next few hours as they watch the crackling fire.

“Mr. Maxwell?” Webber asks as the fire dies out and Maxwell looks down at him, his eyes glow enough to illuminate the terrified boy. “Will the scary night monster get us?” His voice is filled with fear.

Maxwell pats his head and responds “She will not hurt you anymore. I will keep you safe.” Maxwell reassures him and Webber seems content with the answer as he falls asleep, and Maxwell picks him up and wakes Wilson. “Come on, we don’t want him to miss his first meal in the palace.”

~~

Webber wakes up to a large mahogany table with candles in front of him and an empty plate set in front of him. He looks around and finds Maxwell on one side of the table and Wilson on the other, he is sitting in the middle of the long and imposing table. Maxwell is talking to Wilson from his end and they both notice that he is awake.

“Good morning, Webber.” Wilson says happily as he looks at the boy. “Are you ready for some food?” Webber nods, he hadn’t had much food ever since Wilson had mysteriously disappeared.

Maxwell waves his hand and a headless man walked over to Webber, Webber shrinks into his chair in fright and the man knelt down to seem nonthreatening. “I am just here to ask what you would like to eat. Do you have a favorite food?” The soothing voice calms Webber down.

“Yeah!” Webber says excitedly. “I love ice cream!” the headless man ‘looks’ up at Wilson and he nods.

“Then I will be getting that for you.” The man says before leaving.

“You can call him the butler.” Wilson says, “He is here to take care of your every need, whether you need help navigating the palace or getting something to eat.”

“Palace?” Webber asks.

“Yep, that’s where you live now. The scary nightmare king’s palace.” Wilson jokes around and Maxwell scowls at him.

“Wow! Could you show me around when we are done with dinner?” Webber asks.

“Of course. I would love to. And we can bring Maxwell along.” Wilson says and the food arrives.

A large bowl of assorted ice cream is set in front of him, and a plate of meat is set in front of Maxwell and a bowl of soup in front of Wilson. They all eat and once done the butler takes their plates and bowls.

Webber yawns and lays his head on the table as Wilson and Maxwell wrap up their conversation. “Mr. Wilson, Mr. Maxwell?” Webber asks, “We are tired, can we be excused and go to bed?”

“Of course.” Wilson says. “Maxwell will show you where your bedroom is.” Wilson nods at Maxwell. Maxwell stands up and motions for Webber to follow. Webber gets up and hangs onto the taller man’s hand.

“Come on. Let’s get you to bed.” Maxwell says as he leads Webber out of the dining room.

Wilson watches Maxwell and Webber leave. After a couple of minutes Wilson starts to get restless. And awaiting Maxwell’s return he rubs himself over his pants and starts thinking about how he will tease his lover.

~~

Wilson decides to tease Maxwell by taking off his robes and putting on his husband’s winter coat. Maxwell had a new one made so he could match with Wilson.

Maxwell had already entered the dining room and had the butler hand him a plate of human steak. He hadn’t eaten his favorite meat with Webber there and was trying to eat it while the kid was asleep.

Wilson saunters into the dining room. Maxwell looks up from his plate and smiles at him, unknowing that the coat is all Wilson is wearing, “Hello dear, is there any way I can assist you?”

“I need you right now” Wilson responds while climbing into Maxwell’s lap, “Please” he begs while tugging on his suit. Maxwell puts his hands on Wilsons bare thighs and pulls him closer, “You can wait until I am done dear~ Unless you want to be bent over this table and eaten.” Maxwell growls, “Fine” Wilson responds with a red face and turns around and wraps himself up tighter in the coat.

“Comfy?” Maxwell asks holding Wilson closer, “Yes I am” Wilson responds while settling in. Maxwell calls the butler over to bring him a fresh corpse.

“Are you going to eat directly from the corpse?” Wilson asks as it was placed in front of them.

“Can I have some?” Wilson asks after a couple of minutes of Maxwell eating happily.

“Mmm fine.” Maxwell responds and brings the fork up to his mouth. Wilson bites the meat off and swallows it down. He then leans his head back to groan against Maxwell’s chest, heat billowing in his groin.

“Please touch me” Wilson begs with a small sinister smile, “I don’t want to wait, please just fuck me now!” Wilson grinds into Maxwell’s lap who grabs onto him with bloody hands, “Didn’t I tell you what would happen if you didn’t let me finish eating” Maxwells hands slip under his coat and fondles Wilson’s erect penis, “Ma-Maxwell” Wilson whimpers while relaxing into his monarch’s lap.

He is snapped out of his bliss by Maxwell removing his bloody hands from his dick, “Why?” Wilson pleads.

“I had said I would-“ Maxwell answers by picking Wilson up and turning him around  while walking to the side of the table and placing him on the table gently next to the body.

“- set you on this table and-“ Maxwell grabs Wilson’s ass and starts fondling his hanging balls. “-eat you up.”

Wilson just moans happily as the coat slowly falls off of him as he spreads out to reveal his naked body to Maxwell whose smile widens.

“Please eat me my King.” Wilson begs.

Maxwell kneels down and grabs Wilson’s thighs and puts them on his shoulders as he starts hungrily licking around his twitching hole, Maxwell purrs finding it already prepared but that won’t stop him from having a little fun. Wilson moans loudly whilst locking his legs behind Maxwell’s head who sticks his long-forked tongue in to fully start eating him out. Wilson’s eyes cross as he feels the sharp teeth start nicking at his sensitive flesh.

Wilson groans while grabbing Maxwell’s graying salt and pepper hair, who in turn bit a little on Wilson’s ass cheek and brings one of his hands up to start playing with one of his nipples.

“Ah~” Wilson whimpers as Maxwell starts nibbling on the edges of Wilson’s hole.

“You taste heavenly dear~” Maxwell purrs and grabs Wilson’s hips harder and slides him closer.

“Eat me up please!” Wilson begs and tries to grind into Maxwell’s face.

“Mmm, so needy my darling queen.” Maxwell stands up and moves back to his end of the table and shoves the other body off of the table and scoots Wilson into its place. The organs and other fleshy bits splatter on the floor and the blood paints Maxwell’s shoes. But neither Wilson nor Maxwell could care at the moment.

The long and sharp claws play with Wilson’s pudgy stomach and start to pierce the skin.

Wilson shrieks in pain. Maxwell looks up at him. “Are you good darling?” Wilson nods and holds Maxwell’s hands and starts to shove them in himself. “Let me do what I need to darling. And I will make you feel good.

Maxwell cuts his chest open. He slices carefully around the ribs and watches as the fat and skin fall away as shadowy hands hold open the cavity. He starts to kiss each individual organ as he trails from the neck down to his dick. Wilson has stopped crying from the pain and is begging for more. “F- Fuck me please!” Wilson begs and tries to grab Maxwell, but the pain is too much for him to move from his place on the table.

“Are you sure dear? I don’t want you to suffer to much pain.” Maxwell says worriedly.

“I would love it more if you at least had your dick in me as you consume me.” Wilson begs.

Maxwell carefully rotates Wilson to be facing him and he undoes his pants to free his cock. Wilson watches eagerly as Maxwell rubs himself to full hardness.

The long and langued moan Wilson let out as Maxwell slowly filled him made Maxwell’s smile widen. Wilson sees Maxwell’s dick protruding in his intestine. Maxwell leans back down to start nibbling on the edges of skin.

“Do you want something to kill the pain?” Maxwell asked and Wilson nodded with tears welling up in his eyes. Maxwell summoned some fuel and had Wilson open his mouth so he could dribble it in. The numbing effect of the fuel eased Wilson’s pain, but he could still feel the pleasure coursing through him as Maxwell slightly rocked his hips into him.

Maxwell licked the pinkish lungs and carefully moved them to the side to get to the heart. “You are still so warm around me as I have you laying here opened up for me to consume.”

“Please eat me~ I need to be consumed by you.” Wilson says as he locks his ankles behind Maxwell’s back. “I want to feel all of you.”

Maxwell bites Wilson’s stomach and then licks his way back up to heart and nibbles on it. “You are exquisite my dear, such a unique flavor.”

“Please, more!” Wilson moans and moves his hands to hide his face.

“You like the praise?” Maxwell grabs his hands and puts them on the table next to him.

“Y-Yes” Wilson says nervously.

“There is nothing to be ashamed of dear. Now, I must have more.” Maxwell says as he leans back into the bloody entrails. “I can’t bear to break with your body my dear.”

Wilson raises his head to watch as Maxwell takes his liver in his mouth and give it a little nibble as he makes eye contact with Wilson. “Please? I need to be inside you~” Wilson moans and Maxwell relents by dropping the liver and biting a chunk out of his lung instead. The lung collapses and Wilson heaves as he tries to breath as Maxwell continues to bite through his organs. Wilson can’t speak as Maxwell sinks his teeth into his throat.

Wilson watches as Maxwell’s body is transforming once again to the feathery bird creature and he feels the dick inside of him grow and he feels his body stretch to accommodate the large dick inside him. Wilson silently watches as Maxwell devours his body and laps up the spilling blood.

When most of the organs are eaten Wilson could see the tip of Maxwell’s dick pumping through his torn intestine. Maxwell grunts as climax washes over his from the pleasure Wilson’s twitching body is giving him. Come and fuel paint inside the cavern of Wilson’s empty body and he tries to raise his arms to caress Maxwel’s face.

“Shh, my dear.” Maxwell coo’s. “Let me fix you up.” Maxwell takes one last lick through the body across the sensitive spine and lets fuel rush into the body and re-make the missing organs.

Wilson’s throat is mended, and he is able to moan and grunt at the feeling and sight of his body being meticulously put back together.

“Did that feel good?” Maxwell asks as he picks Wilson’s limp body up and wraps the coat around his freshly put back together body.

“Yes, it felt amazing.” Wilson says breathlessly and he cuddles into Maxwell’s arms before starting to drift off into sleep.

“I have something to show you tomorrow.” Maxwell says. “It is very important.” He waits for Wilson’s response, but he had already fallen asleep. “That’s fine, there is no rush.”

~~

Maxwell walks Wilson down the yellowed hallway made of thulecite. The ruins make Wilson uneasy, but the almighty Nightmare King was there with him, and he told him that he needed to show him something and that it was long overdue. They near a tall gold and wooden door with the butler right outside of it. The butler bows to both and Wilson waves happily at him.

“Wilson dear,” Maxwell says, and Wilson turns to him. “You had asked to see this, but I am going to warn you. It is not pretty nor is it pleasant, but I trust you and if you feel if you want to go at any time, you may. There is nothing pressuring you to stay here.” Wilson’s mind was running a hundred miles per hour and Maxwell sensed that. “Don’t worry dear. You are safe.” He reassures him but Wilson is still confused.

“What is it?” Wilson asks.

“Why don’t I just show you. But remember this, it is not a pretty picture, but I am tired of lying to you.” Maxwell pushes Wilson towards the door.

“Aren’t you coming?” Wilson asks.

“I can’t- well this body can’t walk in there.” Maxwell signals for the butler to open the door.

The door is cracked open, and the butler walks Wilson inside. The room is completely black and incredibly dark, the only thing he can see suspended in the fuel is a white masquerade mask.

“What is that?” Wilson asks and the butler doesn’t say anything, but the fuel moves and lifts Wilson and the butler up to the face in the fuel.

The pale skin showing signs of rot is hidden under the mask as the fuel parts to let him witness what is hidden away in the ruins. Wilson gasps as he sees Maxwell’s body emerge from the fuel. But his body is rotten, and he can see bone in some places through the torn silk clothes.

“Maxwell?” Wilson asks, tears streaming down his face.

“He can’t respond sir.” The butler says he gestures to the crudely sown mouth. “The body is highly sensitive to touch.”

“Can I take the mask off?” Wilson asks and the butler nods. Wilson carefully unclips the mask and he sets it in the fuel next to him.

The face underneath is empty. The eye sockets are completely hollow and fuel streams out of it. The gaunt face tilts up to ‘look’ at him. The body tries to move from its bindings and a pale white hand emerges from the fuel and lightly touches Wilson’s face.

The cold feeling from the corpse sent shivers down his spine and tears flowed from his eyes as he rests his head on the hand.

A voice comes from the fuel but in a language Wilson can’t understand.

“He wants you to touch him.” The butler says and Wilson nods.

Wilson brings his hand up to lightly wipe away the fuel streaming down his face. The body writhes from the pain but the fuel grabs his wrist and doesn’t let Wilson pull his hand away. The fuel creeps up his arm and the body tries to move towards him. The fuel is stopping his movement. Wilson is panicking.

“The fuel is helping him.” The butler explains and Wilson calms down which makes the body also calm down. The fuel crawls up and engulfs him. Wilson can now hear his love’s voice.

“Ｉ ａｍ ｓｏｒｒｙ ｍｙ ｄｅａｒ.” The empty voice says as it reaches both hands to caress Wilson’s face. Its mouth is not moving. “Ｙｏｕｒ ｓｋｉｎ ｆｅｅｌｓ ｓｏ ｓｏｆｔ, Ｉ ｗｉｓｈ Ｉ ｃｏｕｌｄ ｆｅｅｌ ｙｏｕｒ ｂｏｄｙ ａｇａｉｎｓｔ ｍｉｎｅ.”

Wilson starts to cry, and the body of his love shushes him.

“Ｔｈｅｒｅ ｉｓ ｎｏ ｎｅｅｄ ｆｏｒ ｔｅａｒｓ ｍｙ ｄｅａｒ.” The rotting body tries to calm him down.

“Did you not feel when I made love to you? Did you not feel my love and affection? Can you not feel when I hug you or kiss you?” Wilson sobs and the body looks sadly upon him.

“Ｎｏ, Ｉ ｃｏｕｌｄ ｎｏｔ. Ｉ ｃｏｕｌｄ ｏｎｌｙ ｒｅｌｙ ｏｎ ｗｈａｔ ｔｈｅ ｆｕｅｌ ｃｏｕｌｄ ｔｒａｎｓｍｉｔ ｂａｃｋ ｔｏ ｍｅ.”

Wilson sobs harder and collapses to the floor. Maxwell’s body tries to follow him, but the pain makes him stop.

“Ｐｌｅａｓｅ ｍｙ ｄｅａｒ, Ｉ ｗａｎｔ ｙｏｕ ｔｏ ｈｕｇ ｍｅ. Ｉ ｈａｖｅｎ'ｔ ｆｅｌｔ ｔｏｕｃｈ ｉｎ ｓｏ ｌｏｎｇ. Ａｎｄ ｉｔ ｐａｉｎｓ ｍｅ ｔｏ ｍｏｖｅ.”

Wilson looks up and nods. He spreads his arms and lightly wraps them around the exposed torso of the rotting corpse. The body tries to shriek behind the stitches, but the sweet voice of his love is telling him to not stop. Wilson sobs into the clothed shoulder and the body tries to hug back but it’s shaking arms are struggling to wrap around the body of his love.

Wilson breaks from the hug and stares at the body. It is still writhing a little bit it has died down a little now that nothing, but fuel is touching it.

Wilson leans in for a kiss and the body accepts it. The taste of death is overpowering but he pushes on and he can feel and taste the rotten flesh as he lightly rubs his tongue over the thickly woven stitches. They kiss before Wilson breaks and looks at his lover. The body tries to follow, it doesn’t want this to end but it knows that everything must end.

“Ｔｈａｎｋ ｙｏｕ ｍｙ ｌｏｖｅ. Ｉ ｈｏｐｅ ｙｏｕ ａｒｅ ｈａｐｐｙ ｗｉｔｈ ｔｈｅ ｂｏｄｙ Ｉ ｈａｄ ｍａｄｅ ｆｏｒ ｙｏｕ. Ｎｏｗ, ｒｅｔｕｒｎ ｔｏ ｉｔ. Ｉ ｈａｖｅ ｎｏｔｈｉｎｇ ｌｅｆｔ ｔｏ ｇｉｖｅ ｙｏｕ ｈｅｒｅ.” The voice says with a solemn tone. And before Wilson could react or say anything he felt the hands that hold Maxwell’s rotten body up and away from the cold and unforgiving floor drag him out of the room. The mask moves back onto the rotting face and the fuel consumes the body once more to preserve it. Wilson cries out and tries to fight the hands, but they unceremoniously drag him to the feet of Maxwell’s false body.

“I am sorry my dear.”