Opposite Blue

Chapter 80 - Trial and Error

One Week Later...

Nightmare's View:
* Navy...you can't keep eating so messily like this...!

I picked him up with a tentacle as I cleaned off his high chair.

* Baaababababa...

* I'll give you the banana after you finish the nuggets, Navy.

Navy started putting saliva all over my tentacle and I could only cringe as I warned up his food...for the third time. I chopped the banana into small slices and put it next to his plate on chicken nuggets before putting him back into his high chair and placing his food down.

* Be neat Navy, you're a prince remember.

He couldn't understand a word I was saying...

No One's View, in a blank timeline:
Ink screamed again. Error pulled back, beginning to tear Ink's clothes off of him. His eyes widened in appreciation as he exposed Ink's breasts, his hands immediately on them, rolling and groping them. The artist cried out, screwing his eyes shut as he pushed his chest up against him. It was so overwhelming, but great. He wondered hazily if it was because it was Error or if it was an effect of his heat.

His feet arched, one of his shoes having fallen off. The other was dangling from his toes as Error continued to rock into him. Ink heard Error moan his name. The other's teeth were felt against his once again. He accepted Error's tongue into his mouth eagerly, all of his rising to meet it once again. Ink cried shakily, his mind being clouded as he rolled his hips into Error's every thrust.

Error pulled away, panting as he growled and pinned Ink roughly against the beanbag again, moving down to mark up his shoulders, leaving small dark marks. Ink whined. He could feel the head of Error's cock in his stomach and his hands shakily went to rest there. He could feel it through his belly, moaning out for his partner. Error grabbed his hands, pinning them on either side of the artist once again.

They were both panting and moaning, Error occasionally growling as he nuzzled him. The small actions were helping to assure Ink that Error was still himself. That he wasn't losing control. Last time Error had been in heat, Ink hadn't been able to walk for a week or two. Error was trying his hardest not to lose it this time. He didn't want to hurt his lover like that again.

* I love you! Fuck, I love you.

Error growled, burying his face against Ink's neck again. Ink couldn't help the whine that escaped him. He wanted to say it too, but he couldn't say anything without moaning through it. But he knew that meant Error was close. He wanted him so badly. He wanted to feel his cum in his belly. Ink shook and wrapped his legs around Error's waist, keeping him trapped against him.

Both of them were burning up, every nerve and bone feeling like they were on fire. They could feel each other's warmth as well, their respective heat scents mingling together into one powerful smell that drove the both of them CRAZY. Error continued to thrust, his breathing shaking and uneven. He was so hot. INK was so hot.

The artist screwed his eyes shut as he wailed, finally managing to whine out Error's name. He felt the other give a sharp breath of excitement against his neck.

* FUCK~

Ink SCREAMED as Error thrusted deep inside and he didn't even need to look to know that the head of his cock had entered into Ink's womb. He came HARD. Ink shrieked, gripping the beanbag beneath him as he felt Error's hot cum spilling into him. Everything else on the glitch was always so cold that his warm cum was always a shock to the artist. He could feel himself right on the edge and he silently begged through his clouded, hazy mind for Error to keep going.

* Mmph...c-c'mon...~

* Oh fine.

Error thrusted once more and Ink milked Error's dick.

* I swear if I don't get p-pregnant after this...

Error pulled out and laid next to Ink.

* We've b-been trying for almost six months...we're just doing it for the pleasure at this point...

Ink's View:
I frowned. We had been trying for so long now...was it a fertility problem?

Was it me?

* Maybe we should just...give up.

Error turned his head to me.

* I didn't say we should give up, when the time is right, it'll happen.

* I guess so...

Error got a notification on his phone.

* I'll go pick Jammy up from daycare.

And so he did. I looked up as I laid on the beanbag. I sighed and stay there for a bit before getting up.

Dust's View:
I stood at the cell, glaring at Mirror!Killer. He had a smug look that really pissed me off.

* So that's not my Slash, is it.

* Awww what a shame~ if it makes you feel any better, he's suffering in the mirror!verse.

I had to stay calm. My mission was to get info out of him. I clicked my fingers and Noir fell into my hands.

* I'm not stupid, everybody who went to that camping trip is in the other side, RIGHT?

I spawned a gun in and aimed at the kid. No crying, no nothing. Mirror!Noir simply looked at his father, as if he was awaiting a command.

* You wouldn't.

He stood up, trying to look threatening.

* Think I'm bluffing?

* No, but I don't think Outer would agree with your actions.

Outer teleported right in front of me, eyes widened.

* W...What are you doing?!

* Outer he's not our-

* Have you gone out of your mind?!?!

* This Killer and Noir aren't ours. They're imposters.

* Still not an excuse to SHOOT MY CHILD.

* This isn't your fucking ch-

Outer's eyes began to glow and he looked right into mine.

Shit.