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The prison was a dark and gloomy place, infecting its main residents to be the same, a warden with obsession on making sure the prison stays the way it was, to make sure the only hostile person that was put behind walls of lava is kept, and the other with impulsed desire, the want to destroy and abolish, dominate and terrify those who stands in his way, eyes set to a blonde teen he wants to mentally manipulate and fear till his breaking point.

Two creatures, one that don't see the sun, and one that does not acknowledge it.

The setting sun is a sight he despises, its not about the fact that darkness will soon envelop the world, no its because of its inevitable omen.

It brings the drowsiness that he does not want to feel.

Well not exactly that, it may be sometimes of a nuisance, but it beings comfort and relief, it refreshes the mind and ticks the time that is needed, wanted to pass.

He no longer had that luxury of sleep.

A black figure takes shape in his dreams, nightmares, it feels him with dread, a man with hidden intentions coming towards him, hastening his heart beat, rushing him to his bed.

To sleep.

Sleep.

Slumber.

It was not a surprise he had awoken in cold sweat, nor him getting up in a jolt, a flinch, with fear in his eyes, his face.

Breathing heavily, he rests one of his hand on a side of his face, trying to calm himself down.

Once settled, he went out of his bed, wiping the sweat out of his forehead as he reaches out for one of his chests, grabbing a flint and steel on his left, cooked salmon, then went to his campfire, lighting it once mode and resting the fish on the side, reheating it.

Impatience, as that same gnawing feeling creeps on his head again, blinding his thoughts, wanting something yet he couldn't even figure out what it was, made him just sit still for a solid minute before deeming it good enough.

Taking a stick to hold the fish with, he stood, ready to leave, despite the want to ABANDON, his house.

Taking a bite on his lukewarm midnight snack as the cold air breezes through his body, he starts pondering on where he should go.

Because there is still that feeling of blatant focus lingering on him, he didn't know what it was, only that its there, somehow shifting his attention to a need, but he knew wasn't a necessity.

It brings an annoying imprint to his pants, something, in there, it stings, as if a sensitive skin scratching through fabric, beating like his heart, with a rhythm inconsistent to it.

He really didn't know what it was, and as he just wonder aimlessly, he thought, who should he go to for help?.

He'd rather avoid his Uncle Tommy at the moment, not that he'd call him one, sure him and his buds might help him, but...

JUST LIKE THE REST OF HIS FAMILY, LEAVING HIM ABANDONED AND UNNOTICED, TO THE POINT THAT HE HIMSELF WISHES FOR THOSE EYES OF THOSE WHO SHARE A FRAGMENT OF HIS BLOOD, TO GHASTLY STARE AT THE DIRECTION HE HIMSELF IS SUPPOSED TO BE.

As if he'll go to his Dad, not to mention most of them would be asleep anyways.

SLEEP...

Oh how he wishes he has the luxury of having a peaceful one.

Quackity is busy, Foolish is out there doing his builds...Sam.

Sam is on the prison guarding Dream still, does he even sleep?

Well, he think...he should go, the confusion and curiosity plagues his mind enough to ignore the numbing sensation of his lack of sleep, and the man could help him with his problem.

From one mob hybrid after another.

The red and orange tint of falling lava was a sight he was used to, despite it not being what he sees right now.

The dark room of obsidian walls was illuminated by the small flares of torches, it was just a dim lit, but bright lightings was not a necessity during the night.

Sitting, he had decided to rest his body, letting out a small sigh as for once, he let himself go lax, writing something from muscle memory before the unmistakable sound of a portal activating and someone entering jolts him to his persona.

Grabbing his trident, he went out to the only place the sound would ever go from.

Wiping his pants off, trying to look as presentable as he can while he pocket the now empty stick, fear immediately overtakes him as Sam comes, relentlessly fast and furious, trident held tightly in hand with no doubt in his mind of using it.

"W-wait SAM!"

Sam stopped, his once glaring eyes turned to half lidded one, straightening himself up, a good sign, before walking over to Fundy.

"What are you doing here?"

Stern and cold as usual, he remembers talking with the man before and he had to hold back the shivers that sparks along his spine as they "conversate" when in reality it was just Fundy nodding along to what Sam was talking to.

Fundy blabbers, not knowing why himself, well he does he just don't know how he'll say it to Sam, as for some reason he finds himself flustered, red than he ever was before while having a hard time finding the correct words.

Sam however saw this act suspicious, and his eyes glared at Fundy, a small snarl releasing gray smoke from his mouth.

"Are you here to free Dream"

Fundy froze, looked at Sam with both utter disbelief and astonished confusion, earning a slight scoff for the teen.

"I-i'm not even here to see him, much less FREE him, he- he ruined everything for me...remember?"

There was that tone at the end, of tiredness, of disbelief, and he can hear the pain in the teen's voice as his body slumped to sadness.

He was not one for pity, but he finds himself faking a cough for the now fellow Las Nevadas citizen, earning his attention he gestured with his hand to follow, and turned around.

For a fox, Fundy's footstep where anything but light, it might be his heightened hearing (both due to his hybrid-ness, or his stern duty for protecting the prison), but he can hear every step the other makes, granted he was wearing shoes but still...

Still....

Why does it seem like he's looking for every single detail he could find with the fox tailing him?

It wasn't the first time he did whatsoever, he does it to every visitor, examining their movements and try to sniff out any suspiciousness, but its the first time he actually acknowledges doing it.

It was slow and calculated, a slight difference from the hybrid's regular walk pattern, purposely walking slower than him.

He followed Sam all the way to a room, specifically where he stays in, and where he was before, sitting behind the desk as Fundy fidgets nervously in the front, and, finding no threat on the fox, removed his pesky armor for the time being.

"What are you here for Fundy?"

He asked once more, and Fundy once again returned to that flustered state, not knowing himself why he was red for no reason, but he cleared and throat and looked at Sam, albeit sheepishly.

"I-i have a problem with...something in my body an-, and..uhhh"

Once again Fundy was having a hard time putting on the words, so with a sigh he told the boy.

"Come here, let me check what it is"

Reddening even more so, Fundy nodded sheepishly, walking over with small steps will he was in front of Sam.

"T-there's this...thing i-in this area...m-my weewee, it uh...occasionally swells, i-i don't know what's wrong with it, I-It happened before, but Da- err Wilbur said i need to be older or something to "know" what it is..."

Sam froze a little, not expecting Fundy to say that, his face growing a darker tint of greenish pink as he cleared his throat as well.

"Well, that's....that's definitely a...hard on Fundy, it's normal don't worry about it"

"I TRIED SAM, But whenever it does that, my mind just seems to want something, how do i stop it?"

Sam sits still and lax, this was a conversation he never expected to happen, but here he is, having just that with a both infuriated and flustered Fundy.

"Well, you masturbate, it's not a necessity and there are other ways to get rid of it, but i won't elaborate on that"

For some reason Fundy was still fidgeting, maybe even more so, and he just connected that dots, oblivious him thinking that because he was exposed to Tommy and his friend's humor means Fundy new the basis of taking care of a dick, but he was shown by the teen wrong.

Shown in small, quite fit if not malnourished, figure of Fundy.

"C-can you show me Sam..h-how to do that...that's, that's those adult stuffs right?,  and you're an adult right?"

That is the problem, he was an adult, sure they had the knowledge of telling kids about it, having known sex, but that is the flaw.

He knows about sex, they don't.

Its so easy to tell them what it is.

But even more so to show, to tell...to make them feel what its like.

To take advantage of a situation, only lust and moral conflicting each other before making a life threatening decision.

And even if he take great pride in keeping a dangerous prisoner kept, he knew some of his morals are fucked.

Just like what he plans on doing so with Fundy.

With a mask on his face, no one would ever see the mischievous smirk that lies beneath.

"Alright, sit on the table" 

Fundy nodded, then scrambled to obey, face beet red as he looks at Sam.

Sam stood, and beneath him, Fundy looked smaller looking at him, and he immediately rests his hand beside, as if bars, effectively trapping the oblivious fox.

A hand moved across Fundy's pants, and although the hybrid's breath hitches, he gripped the edge of the table tightly, letting, trusting Sam.

A mistake, one he don't want for the other to notice.

And Sam pulled it down, undergarments all and white, and he palmed at it immediately.

This seemed to surprise Fundy however, letting out a squeak and grabbing Sam's arm by both of his hands.

"W-what are you doing?"

He raised an eyebrow.

"Isn't it obvious, i'm making sure you have a hard-on, a boner, how could i masturbate you without it?"

"Wasn't your Dad supposed to tell you this things?"

Fundy's face immediately scowled, his expression bitter and angered, looking away from Sam.

"Just like after he had blown my hometown up...he's dead to me"

Sam only nodded, not caring for the boy's grieve, it won't give any benefits for him.

He gripped Fundy's furred sheath through his garments however, the boy's lust, that he could work with.

And Fundy's breathing hitched once more, mouth opening slightly as he collects his breathing.

Rubbing his hand, he can feel the other's dick finally showing, and that is when he pulled down the underwear as well, stripping the boy from of all of his clothing on his bottom part as he raise Fundy and threw his pants and underwear on the floor, uncaring.

It was still showing, pink wet cock slipping out of his prepuce, a considerable length for his age, but still his hand completely enveloped it, doing small gentle strokes.

Fundy whines, claws unconsciously slipping out of his hand as he grips the table harder, trying to calm himself from the dizzying sensation, treatment Sam was giving him.

There was this bliss, the stinging was still there but it was enveloped on a warmth so addicting, something he didn't know one could crave for, as his hips buck to Sam's stroke unconsciously.

Slicked by Fundy's own dick, his hand travelled to the other's legs, spreading them out easily as the boy was compliant without hesitation, Fundy too lost on his own world that was jolted out of him when he felt a touch on his hole, it was a surprising feeling, cold yet warm and he can feel his ass clenching.

"W-what are you doing Sam?" There wasn't an ounce of fear in his voice, just blatant surprise, and Sam ignored the question, trying to slip one of his fingers to the boy's hole.

"Relax for me boy" Boy...he didn't know why but a whimper got stuck on his throat, and he took a deep breath, trying to do what he was told even if it seems that even not going was that hard of a task.

As Sam slipped his finger in, his breath hitches, he feels full, something sliding on his very insides and he feel the grind course to every body.

It wasn't a painful sensation, but it was new and was strongly overwhelming, but he fought the urge to run away, not knowing that he can't, he's trapped here, trapped in a dangerous man's cage.

He trusts Sam however, he won't run, he trust Sam.

Sam thrusted his fingers to the very hilt, making Fundy jolt, it was a weird sensation, but his fingers stayed for a while, giving him a moment to breath, before moving once again.

It moves once more, and the sensation was almost satisfying, maybe even relaxing if not for the pool of warmth burning through his skin.

His breathing was heavy, calming when the slide stops, but there's that ache in him that longs for more of whatever it was, unconsciously rolling his hips for that finger to slide deeper.

Sam raised an eyebrow, unnoticed, and he removed his fingers inside the boy completely, tightness and warmth immediately missed by his body, and he only took a second before slamming another finger in, a choked cry coming out of the boy who was flinching.

The stretch was a surprise, the comforting burn replaced by a blistering one, aching his ass yet Sam kept on pushing it deeper on him, doing the same action once more.

However Sam's finger pulled back halfway, and arched, and  his vision went poof for a split second, a shriek of surprise coming out of his mouth as his peepee felt that overwhelming urge to pee.

But Sam doesn't stop, even when he whimpers his protests, scared to act like a baby and piss because he can feel it, coiling his stomach tightly making him grasp against the undeterred movement of Sam's arm.

To his relief Sam did after the last plunge, and pulled his fingers out of him, and he whimpered, his body wanted to push the fingers out, because he was scared right?, something new is enveloping his body, taking his ability to think, getting lost on a comforting burning warmth, yet now that Sam removed his fingers, his body suddenly yearns for more, to have it fill the emptiness he didn't know before existed.

"S-sam Please"

Overwhelmed, and terrified, his body rationalized to thinking Sam's touch was all he needs.

He could trust Sam.

"It's alright, i got you"

Fundy looked down too see Sam taking his own clothes off, and he blushed despite his hazy mind, pulling down his pants enough to release his own prepuce, already showing his pink length, slicked with pre.

Fundy's mind was suddenly scared, even more so when Sam pushes it to where his fingers had once been, it's just s-so big, and he put his paws on Sam's chest, doing a little push, shoving him away from, from that humongous thing.

Sam looked at the boy below him, quivering in fear and he can feel the hand on his chest, can feel the weak push Fundy was trying to do, a small pebble against a sturdy mountain.

Sam sighs, realizing, he shouldn't overwhelm the fox this much.

It's just that....he got kinda lost in lust.

"It's alright" Sam cooed, grabbing one hand on his chest, giving the palm a gentle squeeze, the texture of the boy's palm giving him a swelling feeling of joy, paternal almost, if not for the heat of lustrous want filling his body with anticipation.

Fundy was still shivering, but he grasps Sam's hand tightly, and Sam hummed.

"That's right, just calm down, it'll be alright"

"Y-you promise?"

Sam chuckled, an actual light hearted giggle joining the pedophilic, immoral atmosphere.

Fundy had never heard the stern man so casual, so joyous.

Did, D-did he caused that?, did someone became happy because of him?, is this what was all he needed for the attention Sam was giving him right now?.

The swell feeling of pride deafens him at the man's answer.

It's a yes, he's not too cruel to say no.

In a blink of an eye, everything almost changes, his body no longer shivering in fear but in anticipation, his mind telling him that the tip placed on him should be, needed to be inside him at this very moment.

And with a push of the hips, Sam fulfilled that want.

Fundy groaned, the stretch was strong and painful, but Sam placed both of his hands on Fundy's, pinning it on the table, a grounding sensation to the pain he was being subjected to, and as Sam pushes even more of his thick length inside him, Fundy whimpers, it burns so much.

It'll be alright.

His mind replays, over and over, till the burn becomes bearable, till his stomach edges closer and closer to being filled to the brim, till it all comes to a halt, giving him a moment to breath, before it all comes in a hastened pace, a quick second of hips being thrusted that makes him let out a surprised gasp, and he can feel the other's skin graze on his.

He wants to feel more of the others skin on him.

"That's it, that's a good boy"

Upon hearing those words, Fundy's eyes shot open, ears twitching, the same to his dick, looking at Sam with teary eyes, wanting to wipe them but unable to get his paws out of Sam's pin.

"I-i am?"

Sam pulled back, and thrusted once more, Fundy releasing a cry at the tight heat sliding inside him, almost painful, somewhat nice.

He heard Sam hum, and the same movement repeated once again, the feeling of being full slowly stops being a nuisance, but a feeling he likes.

Fundy mewls as that sensual grind in his body continues, no longer spending a second of rest, his body going limp as his mind goes hazy.

He can feel his stomach being poked everytime, looking down and he can see a bulge forming, and he unconsciously managed to slip one of his hands out, half-opened eyes putting one on it, feeling the throbbing heat slide in and out.

Another hand envelopes his own, and he whimpered.

"S-sam" His voice was broken but it was the least of his worries, at the moment, nothing was, Sam was giving his whole body pleasure and comforting heats to amounts he hadn't known before, and he likes this, he likes whatever Sam was doing.

Sam was breathing heavily, He can feel it, the bulge Fundy was so unconsciously intent on holding on his stomach, his hips moving on its own wants to defile the teenager, an inch, after another, a harsh thrust that leaves Fundy's buttocks to be red with the way their skin slaps together.

Fundy was saying his name in a tired whisper, please for more and how it feels goods, and it was enchanting to be heard, removing his control as he let himself indulge on the pliant body, pace quickening with desire to knot a mate.

A mate.

He hadn't felt this way with Ponk before.

He traps Fundy in his arms, who is now screaming his name as a high pitch whine releases his lips, tears pricked once more on his eyes as his body clenches to Sam's length, afraid to let go.

"G-good boy, taking me nicely Fundy"

He found himself stuttering, and Fundy nodded frantically, mouth opening with wheezes and moans, trying to let out a sentence.

"Y-yes, S-sam, Pl-pleaseee, yo-your good boy"

All words said in one sentences, and despite it sounding so immorally (and gramatically) wrong, his words made Sam thrusts his hips harder, slam his forming knot into Fundy deeper, who was screaming at the treatment he was being subjected to, drooling and breathlessly taking air as tears flows endlessly in his eyes, the coil on his stomach tightening, wanting to pee again, but this time his mind is too hazy to even try and stop himself from his embarrassment.

His body focuses on his hips and fell unto Fundy, nuzzling himself on the warm comforting boy of the teen as he ruts him like an animal, slam after another, a pace growing quicker, his name in a moan said louder.

The high rises unto their belly, and Fundy whimpers as he body stretches even more so to accommodate the other's knot, but he takes it nicely and snug, wanting more of it, of Sam.

Sam was the first to make him feel this way.

He wants Sam, and only Sam for this.

He remembers waking up to a sound, light and breathy, and he can hear his Father's name said repetitively, albeit the voice broken and pitched.

He furrowed his eyebrows, the drowsiness of sleep taking over his young body as he circles the bed once more, patting the mattress once for good measure, before sleeping once again.

He remembers his Dad saying its because Sally, his mom, loves him, and that they were creating a bond two lovers do.

His doing the bond too with Sam, his mind fills in, and its alright, He loves Sam...

Heavy breathes and broken moans as the high crashes and falls, turning his body lax as he screams his lovers name, Sam doing the same but with a low gravel voice.

He can feel the urge to pee rise, and he was way too tired, way too lost to even acknowledge the fact that it came in white spurts of thick liquid, but can feel his insides turn mush and filled to its limit as heat travels through it once more.

His face is lifted up, and his nuzzle felt the touch of lips touch his own, a kiss, his hazy mind supplies.

Sam is kissing him.

...Sam loves him too, its alright.

Once the knot softens on both of them, Sam with a reddened cheek explained what happened to them.

They bonded, Fundy was right, a wobbly smile on his face as he was suddenly sore and tired, it was alright however, Sam reassured him it's normal.

Sam of course failed to mention, they shouldn't have done such a defiling act.

"You can sleep here with me if you'd like, it's late anyways, let me just check on the prisoner yeah?"

Fundy nodded, a smile on his face slightly faltering as the hand that was caressing his cheeks disappears, the man wearing his armor before looking back at Fundy, and he smiled, before the other turned around and left.

Fundy sighs, the nagging feeling that bites his stomach with razor sharp and cold ice teeth disappeared as his mind replays the words Sam had spoken.

Its alright.

One day you'll find your Sally-

Or Wilbur

His mom cut in, his Dad smiling, giving her a peck in the cheeks

"But how would i know that?"

His voice reeks of youth, confused.

"You would just...do"

His mom answered.

"When it feels right"

His Dad added.

His mind went back to Sam, the man he....he just feels right.

So he let himself fall into slumber.

"What a wonderful noise i kept hearing above Sam, and oh, a midnight snack?, how thoughtful of you"

Sam scowled, the potato was just an excuse to let himself go to Dream's jail and inspect if anything was the way it was, he has spend more time babying Fundy (worth it) than he found comfortable with Dream trying to plot...something.

"Yeah so what about it?"

Sam's voice drips with authority, and he himself tries to make his already terrifying voice more intimidating.

It is, but Dream seems unfazed.

"Nothing"

Dream answered, nonchalantly.

"It just reminds me of the times i had with Tommy"

The sleeping fox did not hear the sound of broken bones and snapped spine.

He is sleeping, where he thinks everything is alright.

Because.

It is.

Isn't it?