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He sat in the mess on his floor, looking at the reflection of pale orange light through the broken shards of glass. Nothing. He thought about what the thing said, and looked back at his life. He really was, wasn’t he. He’s done nothing but embarrass himself, he hasn’t accomplished anything, and he hasn’t even met any small goals, either. He tried to collect himself, standing up and looking around the room, which had mostly his stuff that he gathered here. Nobody else really contributed to this kind of stuff, which he used to think made him batter or color in some way, but now he knew that it was because they were focusing on something more important in their lives. He wished he could be important. He also looked back to his most recent mistakes, maybe he shouldn’t have called everybody to his bunker. He opened the door to head down to his room, which was on the floor below. Fifteen hadn’t come, which he was glad because it meant that they were safe, but it also meant that they didn’t even bother trying to come. It was for the better, anyway.

He opened his door. His stuff was mainly scattered around from when he got the tapes out, where he had to practically dig the box out. He didn’t bother picking the stuff up. He slumped over to his bed and laid down, kicking his shoes off without taking his face away from the blankets as he buried his face further. He got under the blankets and shuffled around his bed, bringing the pillows that surrounded him closer. He brought the body pillow that was pushed against the wall towards his chest and wrapped his legs around it, basking in the little comfort it gave him, even if the pillow was cold.

The sun never set, but it seemed like the lava stopped to rise. Maybe taking more of the others made the thing calm down a bit. He thought about Fifteen more, maybe it was better if he didn’t come because then they would’ve seen the embarrassing videos of him. He would literally die. Or, maybe it would be some sort of successful confession, and he ended up actually like zero… It’s almost like his hips started to move on their own. His voice gasped lightly and high-pitched, bucking his hips to meet with the pillow. It wasn’t enough, but it was okay for now. He didn’t want to go all out during this situation. Tears started to prick at the corner of his eyes as his mind traced back to how useless he could be to Fifteen. He would probably just be a waste of their time. These harsh thoughts on himself didn’t stop him mercilessly grinding himself onto the body pillow, which he imagined as Fifteen, letting him hump in his side, letting him pleasure himself using the other. His breathing started to quicken, but this would offer no real relief.

Without warning or recognition, the door opened and he quickly sat up, guilty, and felt like he was about to be scolded for, as an adult, doing adult things in the privacy of his own room. Fifteen? What was he doing here!?

Fifteen walked in with a straight face, he quickly scanned the room, noticing the trash can that was filled with balled up pieces of paper, including a crumpled, poorly drawn portrait of him and a love letter, addressed to him, that was tucked neatly beneath the bin. He looked up at zero, who’s face screamed ‘caught red-handed’. He didn’t want to question it too much, but the way he was wrapped around the pillows didn’t help. Especially the noises he heard just before entering, which probably should’ve been a huge give away to what he was doing in here.

”F-fifteen!? What are you doing here!? I didn’t think you got my message.” He quickly unraveled himself, making sure to sit up and messily do his bed, attempting to look somewhat presentable.

“Oh I got it.” His face fell and he fully walked into the room, stepping out of the doorway. He dug his hands in his pockets, trying to avoid any physical interactions, like shaking hands, though he was curious to how zero would react to his touch.

”So what are you doing here?” Zero fidgeted with his hands nervously. He couldn’t believe that his crush was standing in his room.

“My house got filled with lava,” he said flatly.

”Oh.” He looked down at his hands. He’d really hoped that fifteen came over with the intention of actually wanting to be here, but now he could tell that he just had no choice. Fifteen could sense that zero felt disappointment in his answer, even through his smile. Through his own delusion, he probably thought that he came here just to see him, which Fifteen liked the idea of.

”I heard noise coming from this room, so I came in.” He wanted to accentuate the fact that he did hear him, and he wanted to make him freak out, or some little reaction would also be acceptable.

”Oh? Did you?” Zero’s face started to turn red with embarrassment. His fingers stopped moving to grip the other hand tightly, anticipating some sort of teasing, making fun of, or admittance that Fifteen knew what he was doing in here. He struggled to keep his breath from shaking with anxiety.

”Were you crying? Is that what those noises were?” He said with a small hint of genuine concern, in order to comfort and calm down the other. He noticed that Zero was starting to actually freak out, so even though he knew what he was doing in here, he wanted to make it seem like he pointed it out for a different reason.

”O-oh. I uh-” He would probably be better off accepting the crying route. “Y-yeah, sorry.” He looked down with guilt. He was really lying, because he was also crying, and it was probably obvious, too, but it was also kind of obvious that he was doing something else. It would be even more embarrassing if it was found out that he was doing both, crying while pleasuring himself.

”Are you okay?” Fifteen asked, fixing Zero’s crooked hat. Zero blushed at the second hand contact, pretty happy that Fifteen almost touched him. Fifteen liked how red he got when he was close to him. He looked around, deciding to move onto something else because Zero wasn’t answering. “I’m pretty tired. Can I sleep here?” He just wanted to get under his skin.

”Oh!” Yeah,” He finally stood up, his arousal falling back on him, he gasped and stayed still for a little bit, but moved on. “You can have the bed!” He removed the body pillow, setting that and the thin blanket on the floor.

“Why are you putting your stuff on the floor?” He sat on the edge of the bed.

”Huh? Oh. You said you were tired, and I am too, so you can have the bed and I’ll sleep on the floor!” He made sure his voice sounded happy and excited, as much as he didn’t like sleeping on the floor, he wanted Fifteen to feel as comfortable as possible in his room.

”Why can’t we just sleep on the same bed?” He asked as if it was the most reasonable thing to do.

”Oh! Well, hah, you see- ok.” He gave up on trying to reject sleeping on the same bed. He had absolutely no problem with it, in fact, this is probably the greatest thing to ever happen to him, but he didn’t want to lose himself and freak out. He also didn’t want to go against Fifteen. He avoided eye contact the whole time as he got comfortable in bed next to Fifteen.

He laid stiff. He was tired, but there was no way he could fall asleep next to his major crush. This felt so casual, so he didn’t want to mess up his only opportunity with Fifteen. If/when this whole thing blows over, then Fifteen would probably just go back to living in his cabin in the woods, and his chance would go down all percent. He wouldn’t get to talk to Fifteen ever again. He would go back to being a loser with nobody. He would go back to being useless. He didn’t want to be nothing anymore.

Wanting to mess with Zero some more, Fifteen turned over and ‘accidentally’ started to spoon him in his sleep. During this, he felt Zero’s irregular breathing patterns and knew he was crying, so he just squeezed tighter. This calmed Zero down, he even backed up into Fifteen, letting him wrap both arms around him.

”Are you okay?” Zero jumped internally, not realizing before that Fifteen was awake, and was extremely embarrassed because he accepted this cuddling so care-free. He didn’t want to say anything, not wanting to give away that he wasn’t sleeping, but he knew it wouldn’t work because he froze as soon as he heard those words.

”I-” He sniffled, he couldn’t go on further, or he would break completely and start sobbing.

”It’s okay.” He rubbed circles onto Zero’s hip, trying to show that he could be comfortable right now. He purposefully pressed himself against Zero, making sure that he could feel himself curved against Fifteen.

”Fifteen?” He didn’t turn, he didn’t move.

”I saw that little love letter on the floor.” His voice formed softly, but he made sure to not show any obvious coo.

“You did? I’m sorry Fifteen I just,” His breath became rapid, it was mostly fear.

”Shhhh. It’s okay.” He pressed his hand against Zero’s stomach, rubbing it lightly. Zero let out another shaky breath, but it wasn’t fear this time. Arousal started to pool back to his core. He couldn’t tell if Fifteen was trying to make advances, but that teetering of uncertainty soon fell to one side as Fifteen’s hand traveled lower, below his belly button. Fifteen had big hands so it covered most of the area down there, but it wasn’t touching anything too significant.

“Fifteen..” It came out desperate and lewd, like he was begging to be touched. His back arched, making sure to rub sweetly against Fifteen’s bulge, and he realized that this wasn’t so one-sided. He tried to angle himself so that Fifteen’s fingers would brush against his crotch.

Fifteen’s hand went higher, and for a second, Zero felt deprived of the feeling he was pining for, but it was quickly replaced with pleasure and fear when his hand went under the waistband of his pants and underwear.

“Wait-!” He froze when Fifteen’s fingers started to press into his clit, they rubbed in circles, causing Zero to whine and tighten his thighs, dragging them deeper. What does Fifteen think? Is he disgusted? He should be; expecting something else, and here Zero was, letting his own desires get in the way.
“Ongomgomgomgomgogmgomgomgomgomg-”

“You feel so tight around my fingers, do you touch yourself here often?” He kissed his ear in comfort.

“I-” His breath sank his throat in fear, but Fifteen hadn’t made any comment of difference. “I…” he started to sob quietly; he didn’t want the pleasure to stop, but he was worried his sex wouldn’t bring any to Fifteen.

“Are you okay?” He pulled his fingers out slowly, not wanting to bring any alarm if he dragged them out roughly.

“I’m sorry.” His voice was higher than normal, and he spoke with a strong quiver.

“For what?” He began to rub Zero’s belly with his thumb.

“I’m gross.” He pressed his thighs together. Even though Fifteen knew what Zero was talking about, he didn’t want to worry him, making him think that it was any sort of problem. He wanted to make him feel like it was just a natural attraction that brought him to have sex with him.

“Why would you think that?” He put as much concern in his voice as he could, holding his lover tightly, engulfing him by the waist.

“You were expecting something else, weren’t you?” The question was more accusing than sincere. “You were expecting a guy-” He was cut off by just a few, incredibly surprising words.

“Are you not a guy?” He let out like it was genuine shock, but it was more, begging for an answer to why he accepting Zero more than he was accepting himself.

“Well I am, but-” There was no but. He was a guy, and if Fifteen thought that too, then it only assured him even more. Now, he was more embarrassed that he made too big of a deal of something that Fifteen didn’t even put into picture. After his sudden enlightenment, he knew he was ready to get back into it, rubbing his butt over Fifteens now slightly softened cock.

“Let’s change positions.”

“Ok.” Zero complied, carefully getting out of the covers, making sure to not get any of his juices all over the blankets. Fifteen crawled over Zero, with one foot holding him up on the floor, and his knee pressed between his thighs. He let out a stressed sigh. Fifteen rubbed the inside of Zero’s thigh, slowly sliding up to his wet little cunt.

“Has anyone ever used the before?” Fifteen asked with a teasing smile.

“No. Mh.” Zero gripped the sheets and squeezed his eyes shut. “Nobody’s touched me like this before.” He tried to relax, letting his eyes fall lightly.

“Nobody?” He pushed one finger inside, earning a soft whimper from the boy underneath. He shook his head. “I should’ve asked that first; I would’ve gone easier on you?” He rubbed the other’s cheek.

“You- Ngh, two fingers was too much for, first.” He gasped as Fifteen started to speed up.

“You’re so wet..” he growled with hunger, he wanted Zero so bad.

“Mm.” He looked up and noticed Fifteen’s discontent, but he knew it was from his neglect. He tried to push himself against Fifteen’s erection, but Fifteen pushed him off, leaving him confused. His breath started to gather at his neck when Fifteen fumbled at his jeans, taking out his throbbing cock.
“Oh my gosh.” His shock dropped to the bottom of his lungs. Fifteen rubbed the tip against Zero’s soaked pussy, pressing against him lightly. Zero moaned softly, VERY pleased.

“Are you ready?” He asked softly.

Zero heard a door slam and sat up, backing up against the headboard.

“Shit.” Fifteen stuffed himself back into his pants and buttoned them back up. Zero leaned over the bed, stealing his long forgotten shorts off the floor. He quickly shuffled his legs into the pant holes (btw, yes, along with underwear), and stood up. Fifteen looked at his hand, his fingers were drenched in Zero’s juices, which as much as he did feel proud of, he could be seen with two soaked fingers. He rushed into Zero’s bathroom as the other sat on his bed, tapping his knees anxiously. He heard the other algabraliens walking up to the floor above, calling his name.

“Act like you’re doing something!” He whisper-yelled, attempting to stand up, but wobbling back onto the bed. Fifteen just walked over to a shelf and started to look at the media he had; books, movies, tapes, CDs. The others opened the door to his room, looking around.

“What’s Fifteen doing here?” Six asked, almost suspicious.

“He came over here because his house got covered in lava.” He kept on his usual, unbothered expression.

“Oh.” He was totally expecting something else, especially after seeing these embarrassing videos, but he dropped it.

“How are you guys back?” He wanted to stand up, but it would be weird to see him just stumble back down.

“We offered something if he let us go.” He looked at someone else,(not defined).

“Well what’d you do?” He asked curiously.

“We performed a BEAUTIFUL dance for it.” They exclaimed.

“Oh, well can you guys get out of my room?” He asked nicely, and it wasn’t like they wanted to be there, so they all left, including Fifteen. His ask wasn’t aimed towards him, but he knew it would be odd if he stayed, so it wasn’t going to bring him down too much. As soon as the Fifteen, being the last person out, closed the door, he got up and rushed to his bathroom, locking the door and pulling his shorts just below his hips, at his thighs. Looking at himself, he sighed with relief as his hunger was freed and took in the fresh air. The heat was unbearable, and he had to get rid of it. He moved his hand down, letting it wander lower. He inserted one finger, gasping at the feeling of getting to touch himself again. It wasn’t what he craved, but it would have to do for now.

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He sat in the mess on his floor, looking at the reflection of pale orange light through the broken shards of glass. Nothing. He thought about what the thing said, and looked back at his life. He really was, wasn’t he. He’s done nothing but embarrass himself, he hasn’t accomplished anything, and he hasn’t even met any small goals, either. He tried to collect himself, standing up and looking around the room, which had mostly his stuff that he gathered here. Nobody else really contributed to this kind of stuff, which he used to think made him batter or color in some way, but now he knew that it was because they were focusing on something more important in their lives. He wished he could be important. He also looked back to his most recent mistakes, maybe he shouldn’t have called everybody to his bunker. He opened the door to head down to his room, which was on the floor below. Fifteen hadn’t come, which he was glad because it meant that they were safe, but it also meant that they didn’t even bother trying to come. It was for the better, anyway.

He opened his door. His stuff was mainly scattered around from when he got the tapes out, where he had to practically dig the box out. He didn’t bother picking the stuff up. He slumped over to his bed and laid down, kicking his shoes off without taking his face away from the blankets as he buried his face further. He got under the blankets and shuffled around his bed, bringing the pillows that surrounded him closer. He brought the body pillow that was pushed against the wall towards his chest and wrapped his legs around it, basking in the little comfort it gave him, even if the pillow was cold.

The sun never set, but it seemed like the lava stopped to rise. Maybe taking more of the others made the thing calm down a bit. He thought about Fifteen more; maybe it was better if she didn’t come because then they would’ve seen the embarrassing videos of him. He would literally die. Or, maybe it would be some sort of successful confession, and she ended up actually like zero… It’s almost like his hips started to move on their own. His voice gasped lightly and high-pitched, bucking his hips to meet with the pillow. It wasn’t enough, but it was okay for now. He didn’t want to go all out during this situation. Tears started to prick at the corner of his eyes as his mind traced back to how useless he could be to Fifteen. He would probably just be a waste of their time. These harsh thoughts on himself didn’t stop him mercilessly grinding himself onto the body pillow, which he imagined as Fifteen, letting him hump into her side, letting him pleasure himself using the other. His breathing started to quicken, but this would offer no real relief.

Without warning or recognition, the door opened and he quickly sat up, guilty, and felt like he was about to be scolded for, as an adult, doing adult things in the privacy of his own room. Fifteen? What was she doing here!?

Fifteen walked in with a straight face, she quickly scanned the room, noticing the trash can that was filled with balled up pieces of paper, including a crumpled, poorly drawn portrait of her and a love letter, addressed to her, that was tucked neatly beneath the bin. She looked up at zero, who’s face screamed ‘caught red-handed’. She didn’t want to question it too much, but the way he was wrapped around the pillows didn’t help. Especially the noises she heard just before entering, which probably should’ve been a huge give away to what he was doing in here.

”F-fifteen!? What are you doing here!? I didn’t think you got my message.” He quickly unraveled himself, making sure to sit up and messily do his bed, attempting to look somewhat presentable.

“Oh I got it.” Her face fell and he fully walked into the room, stepping out of the doorway. She dug his hands in his pockets, trying to avoid any physical interactions, like shaking hands, though she was curious to see how zero would react to her touch.

”So what are you doing here?” Zero fidgeted with his hands nervously. He couldn’t believe that his crush was standing in his room.

“My house got filled with lava,” She said flatly.

”Oh.” He looked down at his hands. He’d really hoped that fifteen came over with the intention of actually wanting to be here, but now he could tell that she just had no choice. Fifteen could sense that zero felt disappointment in her answer, even through his smile. Through his own delusion, he probably thought that she came here just to see him, which Fifteen liked the idea of.

”I heard noise coming from this room, so I came in.” She wanted to accentuate the fact that she did hear him, and wanted to make him freak out, or some little reaction would also be acceptable.

”Oh? Did you?” Zero’s face started to turn red with embarrassment. His fingers stopped moving to grip the other hand tightly, anticipating some sort of teasing, making fun of, or admittance that Fifteen knew what he was doing in here. He struggled to keep his breath from shaking with anxiety.

”Were you crying? Is that what those noises were?” She said with a small hint of genuine concern, in order to comfort and calm down the other. She noticed that Zero was starting to actually freak out, so even though she knew what he was doing in here, she wanted to make it seem like she pointed it out for a different reason.

”O-oh. I uh-” He would probably be better off accepting the crying route. “Y-yeah, sorry.” He looked down with guilt. He wasn’t really lying, because he was also crying, and it was probably obvious, too, but it was also kind of obvious that he was doing something else. It would be even more embarrassing if it was found out that he was doing both, crying while pleasuring himself.

”Are you okay?” Fifteen asked, fixing Zero’s crooked hat. Zero blushed at the second hand contact, pretty happy that Fifteen almost touched him. Fifteen liked how red he got when she was close to him. She looked around, deciding to move onto something else because Zero wasn’t answering. “I’m pretty tired. Can I sleep here?” She just wanted to get under his skin.

”Oh!” Yeah,” He finally stood up, his arousal falling back on him, he gasped and stayed still for a little bit, but moved on. “You can have the bed!” He removed the body pillow, setting that and the thin blanket on the floor.

“Why are you putting your stuff on the floor?” She sat on the edge of the bed.

”Huh? Oh. You said you were tired, and I am too, so you can have the bed and I’ll sleep on the floor!” He made sure his voice sounded happy and excited, as much as he didn’t like sleeping on the floor, he wanted Fifteen to feel as comfortable as possible in his room.

”Why can’t we just sleep on the same bed?” She asked as if it was the most reasonable thing to do.

”Oh! Well, hah, you see- ok.” He gave up on trying to reject sleeping on the same bed. He had absolutely no problem with it, in fact, this is probably the greatest thing to ever happen to him, but he didn’t want to lose himself and freak out. He also didn’t want to go against Fifteen. He avoided eye contact the whole time as he got comfortable in bed next to Fifteen.

He laid stiff. He was tired, but there was no way he could fall asleep next to his major crush. This felt so casual, so he didn’t want to mess up his only opportunity with Fifteen. If/when this whole thing blows over, then Fifteen would probably just go back to living in her cabin in the woods, and his chance would go down all percent. He wouldn’t get to talk to Fifteen ever again. He would go back to being a loser with nobody. He would go back to being useless. He didn’t want to be nothing anymore.

Wanting to mess with Zero some more, Fifteen turned over and ‘accidentally’ started to spoon him in her sleep. During this, she felt Zero’s irregular breathing patterns and knew he was crying, so she just squeezed tighter. This calmed Zero down, he even backed up into Fifteen, letting her wrap both arms around him.

”Are you okay?” Zero jumped internally, not realizing before that Fifteen was awake, and was extremely embarrassed because he accepted this cuddling so care-free. He didn’t want to say anything, not wanting to give away that he wasn’t sleeping, but he knew it wouldn’t work because he froze as soon as he heard those words.

”I-” He sniffled, he couldn’t go on further, or he would break completely and start sobbing.

”It’s okay.” She rubbed circles onto Zero’s hip, trying to show that he could be comfortable right now. She purposefully pressed herself against Zero, making sure that he could feel himself curved against Fifteen.

”Fifteen?” He didn’t turn, he didn’t move.

”I saw that little love letter on the floor.” Her voice formed softly, but she made sure to not show any obvious coo.

“You did? I’m sorry Fifteen I just,” His breath became rapid, it was mostly fear.

”Shhhh. It’s okay.” She pressed his hand against Zero’s stomach, rubbing it lightly. Zero let out another shaky breath, but it wasn’t fear this time. Arousal started to pool back to his core. He couldn’t tell if Fifteen was trying to make advances, but that teetering of uncertainty soon fell to one side as Fifteen’s hand traveled lower, below his belly button. Fifteen had big hands so it covered most of the area down there, but it wasn’t touching anything too significant.

“Fifteen..” It came out desperate and lewd, like he was begging to be touched. His back arched, making sure to rub sweetly against Fifteen’s bulge, and he realized that this wasn’t so one-sided. He tried to angle himself so that Fifteen’s fingers would brush against his crotch. (Ur gonna pretend he thinks absolutely nothing about Fifteen being trans, like doesn’t even notice or consider it)

Fifteen’s hand went higher, and for a second, Zero felt deprived of the feeling he was pining for, but it was quickly replaced with pleasure and fear when her hand went under the waistband of his pants and underwear.

“Wait-!” He froze when Fifteen’s fingers started to press into his clit, they rubbed in circles, causing Zero to whine and tighten his thighs, dragging them deeper. What does Fifteen think? Is she disgusted? She should be; expecting something else, and here Zero was, letting his own desires get in the way.
“Ongomgomgomgomgogmgomgomgomgomg-”

“You feel so tight around my fingers, do you touch yourself here often?” She kissed his ear in comfort.

“I-” His breath sank his throat in fear, but Fifteen hadn’t made any comment of difference. “I…” he started to sob quietly; he didn’t want the pleasure to stop, but he was worried his sex wouldn’t bring any pleasure to Fifteen.

“Are you okay?” She pulled his fingers out slowly, not wanting to bring any alarm if she dragged them out roughly.

“I’m sorry.” His voice was higher than normal, and he spoke with a strong quiver.

“For what?” She began to rub Zero’s belly with her thumb.

“I’m gross.” He pressed his thighs together. Even though Fifteen knew what Zero was talking about, she didn’t want to worry him, making him think that it was any sort of problem. She wanted to make him feel like it was just a natural attraction that brought her to have sex with him.

“Why would you think that?” She put as much concern in her voice as she could, holding her lover tightly, engulfing him by the waist.

“You were expecting something else, weren’t you?” The question was more accusing than sincere. “You were expecting a guy-” He was cut off by just a few, incredibly surprising words.

“Are you not a guy?” She let out like it was genuine shock, but it was more, begging for an answer to why she was accepting Zero more than he was accepting himself.

“Well I am, but-” There was no but. He was a guy, and if Fifteen thought that too, then it only assured him even more. Now, he was more embarrassed that he made too big of a deal of something that Fifteen didn’t even put into picture. After his sudden enlightenment, he knew he was ready to get back into it, rubbing his butt over Fifteens now slightly softened cock.

“Let’s change positions.”

“Ok.” Zero complied, carefully getting out of the covers, making sure to not get any of his juices all over the blankets. Fifteen crawled over Zero, with one foot holding her up on the floor, and her knee pressed between his thighs. He let out a stressed sigh. Fifteen rubbed the inside of Zero’s thigh, slowly sliding up to his wet little cunt.

“Has anyone ever used the before?” Fifteen asked with a teasing smile.

“No. Mh.” Zero gripped the sheets and squeezed his eyes shut. “Nobody’s touched me like this before.” He tried to relax, letting his eyes fall lightly.

“Nobody?” She pushed one finger inside, earning a soft whimper from the boy underneath. She shook his head. “I should’ve asked that first; I would’ve gone easier on you?” She rubbed the other’s cheek.

“You- Ngh, two fingers was too much for, first.” He gasped as Fifteen started to speed up.

“You’re so wet..” She growled with hunger; she wanted Zero so bad.

“Mm.” He looked up and noticed Fifteen’s discontent, but he knew it was from her neglect. He tried to push himself against Fifteen’s erection, but Fifteen pushed him off, leaving him confused. His breath started to gather at his neck when Fifteen fumbled at her jeans, taking out her throbbing cock.
“Oh my gosh.” His shock dropped to the bottom of his lungs. Fifteen rubbed the tip against Zero’s soaked pussy, pressing against him lightly. Zero moaned softly, VERY pleased.

“Are you ready?” She asked softly.

Zero heard a door slam and sat up, backing up against the headboard.

“Shit.” Fifteen stuffed herself back into her pants and buttoned them back up. Zero leaned over the bed, stealing his long forgotten shorts off the floor. He quickly shuffled his legs into the pant holes (btw, yes, along with underwear), and stood up. Fifteen looked at her hand, her fingers were drenched in Zero’s juices, which as much as she did feel proud of, she couldn’t be seen with two soaked fingers. She rushed into Zero’s bathroom as the other sat on his bed, tapping his knees anxiously. He heard the other algabraliens walking up to the floor above, calling his name.

“Act like you’re doing something!” He whisper-yelled, attempting to stand up, but wobbling back onto the bed. Fifteen just walked over to a shelf and started to look at the media he had; books, movies, tapes, CDs. The others opened the door to his room, looking around.

“What’s Fifteen doing here?” Six asked, almost suspicious.

“She came over here because her house got covered in lava.” He kept on his usual, unbothered expression.

“Oh.” She was totally expecting something else, especially after seeing these embarrassing videos, but she dropped it.

“How are you guys back?” He wanted to stand up, but it would be weird to see him just stumble back down.

“We offered something if he let us go.” She looked at someone else,(not defined).

“Well what’d you do?” He asked curiously.

“We performed a BEAUTIFUL dance for it.” They exclaimed.

“Oh, well can you guys get out of my room?” He asked nicely, and it wasn’t like they wanted to be there, so they all left, including Fifteen. His ask wasn’t aimed towards her, but he knew it would be odd if she stayed, so it wasn’t going to bring him down too much. As soon as the Fifteen, being the last person out, closed the door, he got up and rushed to his bathroom, locking the door and pulling his shorts just below his hips, at his thighs. Looking at himself, he sighed with relief as his hunger was freed and took in the fresh air. The heat was unbearable, and he had to get rid of it. He moved his hand down, letting it wander lower. He inserted one finger, gasping at the feeling of getting to touch himself again. It wasn’t what he craved, but it would have to do for now.

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The day was almost over, and zero was starting to get bored of himself. He assumed Fifteen left because she never came back, but he couldn’t be the one to tell. His insides were still sore with need, but he knew that no amount of masterbation would solve that right now. He was sure that everyone was outside, celebrating the end of the lava flood, and even Nine was helped down from the drop tower. He looked to the left at his alarm clock. It was barely 6:00, but it was already dark.

Zero decided to clean up the mess in his room. He did his bed, wiped down the dusty shelves, and reorganized them. He looked back at his work, being proud as he hadn’t done that in a while. He took off his hat and placed it neatly on a shelf, then sat on his bed, admiring his now clean room.

There was a stern knock at the door. It somehow sounded serious, and was kept short. Zero sat up, looking at the door, he didn’t really feel like getting up. The door opened on its own anyway, and was soon locked, as well, as Fifteen entered the room.

“You’re back?” He said with a smile.

“Everyone’s outside right now.” She looked out the window, even though she knew she couldn’t see them from there.

“Uh, yeah.” He looked anxiously to the side, with a more slight smile. Fifteen crawled on top of the bed with Zero and made him look up.

“I’ve been aching for you all day.” She gave a teasing smile. Her arm snaked up to the side of his waist and, without word, asked for approval, his face too close to see.

“What are we gonna do?” Zero had his elbows against the bed, and he was leaned back, relaxed, and his legs were spread so that Fifteen could sit in the middle. Fifteen’s hand wandered to the waistband of his pants, pulling them down slowly all while looking directly at Zero, who could hardly take all the eye contact. His face was burning up, and he was nervous, filled with the un-sudden urge to curl up and hide away.

“You’re okay with this, right?” This is the most patience Fifteen has ever held for anybody, but she was okay with Zero receiving hutmost delicate care. Zero closed his eyes and nodded, moving his hips eagerly against Fifteen’s knee to show how much he really wanted it. Fifteen smiled in response to Zero’s needy(slap) demeanor. Fifteen fully removed Zero’s pants, leaving him in his boxers.

“Do I take them off now?” Zero asked while holding the hem of his boxers. Fifteen nodded and kissed his forehead as he began to slip his boxers off. He threw them on the floor and looked up at Fifteen, who spread his legs. She slipped her hand down the middle, her fingers finding their way to his clit, and rubbing it slowly. She lowered her hand over his opening, and slid her index along the side of it.

“Look how wet you are for me.” Her voice was calm and soothing. Zero squirmed around under her touch, his legs slightly kicking as he tried to buck his hips up, trying to make her touch him more. “If you want it you have to ask me~” She teased him til he whined.

“P-please, Fifteen.” He started to breathe heavily and struggled to keep himself still.

“Please what?” She removed her hand so Zero couldn’t try to run against her anymore. He gasped and looked at her with wide eyes, before he squinted them as a tear rolled down.

“Please touch me, Fifteen~” He whined and spread his legs further apart. Fifteen smoothed her hand over his thigh, getting closer to his core. “Stop teasing…” She gave him a smug look and shoved two fingers inside. “A-ah!” He wasn’t quite expecting her to surprise him like that, but the quicker she came to touch him the better, so he wasn’t going to complain.

“Your pussy lets me in so easily.” Her fingers sped up inside him, he started to squirm. “You seem more sensitive than before.” She observed his frantic movements.

“I-” He gasped, having to prepare himself to even speak. “My body’s been waiting for you.” He breathed out.

“I can tell.” Her fingers moved skillfully inside of him. He lifted his hips and tried to push himself further, even though she was already knuckle deep. “You want more?” She pinned his hips down on the bed and yanked his whole body to the edge.

“Huh.” Through his dizziness, he looked down, where Fifteen had moved her face between his legs. She licked a stripe down his dripping cunt. “Oh- oh my gosh!!” He shrieked. Her tongue darted out to flick his clit, and she started to suck on it. He moaned loudly.

Little did they know, there were still some other algebraliens in the room next to them. It was Eight and Five, with one of the zeros, who decided to play cards in the zero’s room. They did hear two people in the other room, but they didn’t question it until they heard Zero moan. Eight and Five both looked at Zero, who the hoped would be able to answer their questions(questioning looks) about his brother. He couldn’t answer of course. They opted to keep playing their game until they would be able to hear more, and get more information.

“Omgomgomgomgomg…” He bit into the skin on the back of his hand for comfort, thrusting his hips lightly against Fifteen’s face. Her nose rubbed against his clit, and I was the perfect amount of pleasure, but he couldn’t take it anymore. “Fifteen!” Zero’s fingers tangled in her hair and he pushed himself against her face as he came. She quickly lapped up all of his precious juices.

“Alright.” She quickly took her pants off, not wanting to waste any time. Fifteen placed her cock against his hot cunt while she pushed his legs to his chest. “I didn’t know you were this flexible…” She held onto the back of his knees and slowly pushed in.

“Ah-” Zero gripped the sheets as he took in her large member. She didn’t stop pushing until she was a little half way, thankfully letting Zero adjust to her size, but she could hardly hold back. “Fifteen…” He clenched, and she groaned and pressed her face against his, catching him in a sloppy kiss. She started to thrust, making sure to take it slow for his first time.

“Good boy. Look how good you’re taking me~” She left some space between their chests to show him how easily she was slipping back and forth inside of him.

“Hngh!-” Zero’s back arched and his elbows bent backwards, gripping tightly onto the sheets. He threw his head back and let his voice go, showing his pleasure to his lover. “F-faster.” Zero begged.

“You’re getting used to me pretty quick.” Fifteen breathed as she started pounding into him, giving it to him harder and faster. “I’m gonna make sure you can’t walk after this.” She side-smiled and held onto hips to push him onto her cock. He moaned and squirmed underneath her, his body begging for more. She gave it to him, rubbing her thumb aimlessly at his clit.

“Oh my-.” They all sat close to the wall, trying to avoid the sounds of sex and focus on the voices.

“Is that FIFTEEN!?” Five whisper-yelled.

“Oh my gosh haha.” Zero pushed his hands off the wall. “We HAVE to go tell the other!” He pointed at the door. He didn’t care about being quiet, he knew that the ones in the other room couldn’t hear him.

They went all the way down to the equation playground to find the others sitting, boredom taking over this bland day. Zero knew he would bring these poor sad suckers the perfect reign of entertainment.

“Guys!” He threw his hands up to make himself stand out.

“What.” Six squinted at him while she sat on the floor, a decent distance away from Nine.

“Zero and Fifteen!” He pointed at the building, around where Zero’s window would be. “In Zero’s room!” This caught their attention, they assumed Fifteen went back to her cabin. “FUCKING!” This last piece surprised the whole group, rising from their rest, and ready to ask questions.

“Wait, for real!?” Nine took their glasses off in shock, their eyes wide with disbelief.

“Yes yes yes!!!!” Zero took no time to start running to te Zeros’ building, stopping at the main entrance and turning around. “Be quiet, we don’t want to alarm them.” He led them up to the floor Zero’s room was on. Jeez, they could the noises from down the hallway. Maybe they shouldn’t get so close, not like their needed to know what was going on.

“Oh my-” They all stood still in the hallway, unsure what to do now that it’s been confirmed.

“I can’t believe she’d actually do that with him, let alone even talk to or look at him!” One of the other Zeros whispered to his brother.

With the grand stimulation Zero received to his lower half, he came, and he made sure everybody knew with a loud shriek of pleasure he let out. Fifteen pulled out and stroked herself, leaning over Zero. She came all over his torso. He gasped as he tried to calm down from his high.

“You did so well~” She kissed his forehead. Now that they’ve calmed down, they could hear whispers from the hallway. Zero covered his mouth, his face going bright red. “Shit, again.” She started cleaning up Zero, who shut himself at the knees and covered his flushed face with his hot hands. “Someone must’ve been in the building. Now they’re all here.” Fifteen wishes she had her flamethrower on her so she could just scare them off and make sure they never speak of this again, but she knew that Zero would be teased to hell. She dressed herself, and then helped Zero get dressed because he didn’t want to do too much moving. “Let’s go.”

“I don’t want to go out there.” He looked up at her with his sad puppy dog eyes, she just had to accept that he wasn’t going to leave the room.

“Ok.” She kissed his forehead again. “I'm gonna go talk to them.” Her fists tightened as she prepared for annoying words and beggings for explanations. She opened the door to the other integers huddled together and gossiping. “Well?” Her head tilted in a threatening way.

“Uh.” One of the Zero’s backed off from the inside the crowd. “What the fuck! That’s what!” He grabbed at the sides of his head.

“What’s wrong with it?” She let her voice get deeper.

“Well- you-!” They tried to argue.

“Why’s it your problem?” She dropped her voice completely, leaving it matte and stolid, leaving to guess what her reaction will be.

“It-it isn’t! Actually.. we’ll just leave!” Nine pushed the algebraliens towards the stairs, trying to save them from Fifteen’s wrath.

Proud of herself, Fifteen went back into the room. “They’re gone.” She got on the bed with Zero, who was turned towards the wall, and also moved to lay on the bed normally. She spooned him until they both asleep. :3