Lonely (Agent 38 M/M Splatoon)

Chapter 1

It was a slow day.

Agent 8 was sitting alone in his bed in his comfortable clothes, mindlessly flipping through an Inkopolis magazine he had lying around and listening to the faint buzz of some reality TV show coming from the living room. He usually did not watch much TV, let alone leave it on, but lately he had been opting to do so as his and Agent 3's shared apartment had lately felt... empty.

For the past few weeks, it seemed like Agent 3 was always incredibly busy with something or another, the two hardly having any time to spend with each other because of it. Agent 8 understood that as a fellow agent, Agent 3 had a lot of obligations on top of his already very eventful life and did not expect him to offer all of his time to just the two of them. However, the Octoling was having trouble ignoring the growing neediness for his partner that seemed to be swelling inside of him by the day.

Agent 8 sighed heavily, lifting up his phone yet again for the hundredth time to check for any new messages from Agent 3. The time read 7:49 PM.

It was getting late.

He scrolled up to read through their most recent messages, debating whether or not he should try to message the Inkling boy again.

8:20 AM

3: Good morning, Eight, you looked really peaceful sleeping this morning when I was getting ready to leave, and I didn't want to wake you

3: Anyway, I have to go out and see about a character that Cuttlefish was suspicious of, but I'll be back in the evening after I run some errands and finish up my afternoon shift

3: Love you

9:08 AM

8: I love you too. I am hoping you have a wonderful day.

9:15 AM

3: You too

3: If I'm not back by 7 you don't have to wait up on me for dinner but I'll try to make it back before then. Txt me if you need anything while I'm out, okay?

9:16 AM

8: Alright.

Eight slowly glided his eyes over the messages again, lying on his back as he held his octopus-shaped phone above his face.

"Text me if you need anything while I'm out..." Eight repeated quietly to himself, before setting his phone on his chest and flitting his eyes shut with another exasperated sigh escaping his lips.

What if what I need is you...?

Eight had gotten the chance to talk to Agent 3 over the phone around lunch time, since Three did not have the chance to come home to eat. Even hearing his voice just made him wish he could hold the Inkling boy close to him and never have to let go. Ugh, why was he being so clingy lately? This didn't feel like him at all. It was becoming difficult to ignore the feeling, but he felt that bringing it up to Agent 3 would only come off as selfish. What was he to do about it anyway? He didn't want Agent 3 to feel like he couldn't have his own separate life, that was a normal thing... He was just being ridiculous, wasn't he?

Agent 8 continued to stare at their chat log history, slowly moving his thumb to hover over the call button. His eyes became fixated on the icon that he had set for Three in his phone, a lovely image of the squid flashing a candid smile as he cutely tugged at the collar of his black tee.

"Three..." Agent 8 breathed, feeling his heart rate quicken the longer he stared at the image. "I wish you were here..."

Before he knew it, Eight began to feel a hot sensation pooling in between his legs, causing him to gasp. He was very used to the act of pleasuring himself in his partner's absence, but attempted to exercise some self-control as he had already done so twice that day... It just felt excessive to him at this point. He finally decided to hit the 'talk' button, figuring that if he were able to hear Agent 3's voice, it would help him feel a little better until he actually got home.

"Hello? Eight?"

Well, he was wrong.

"Three..."

"Ah, hey, Eight! What's up? Sorry I've been so busy today, you're going to die when I tell you about the rest of this encounter I had with that squid I was telling you about when I get home though. I know it's already past seven, but I hope you haven't eaten yet because I picked up some ingredients for spaghetti tonight! I'll be home soon, just riding on the train. Anyway, did you need something?"

"I, um... I-I just wanted to hear your voice."

Agent 3 hesitated, blinking as he held his phone up to his ear. Had he heard Agent 8 stutter? His voice sounded a little strange.

"...Oh! That's sweet, Eight. Well, it's nice to hear your voice too. Are you, uh... feeling alright?"

"Um...Y-Yeah..."

Agent 3 was positive he could hear quiet panting noises coming from the other's end, and he slightly shifted where he was sitting on the train.

"...Are you sure?"

"Mnh."

The Inkling boy furrowed his brow. What was Agent 8 acting so strange for? He was glad he was almost home, because on top of being completely exhausted, it didn't seem like Eight actually wanted to tell him what was going on over the phone.

"...Alright, well, I'm super close to home, so I'll just let you go for now-"

"W-Wait! Please... Please don't hang up, Three. I-I just need to feel you on the line. Please."

Agent 3 swallowed stiffly, and squirmed in his seat again. The tone of neediness in the Octoling's voice was unmistakable and his trembling breaths were even clearer now, coming through the line almost shakily as if he were bouncing up and down.

"Eight, a-are you...?"

"I-I'm sorry..." Agent 8 panted, biting his knuckles as he closed his eyes shut, anxiously moving his fingers against his body and touching himself as if they didn't belong to him. He was shaken by his own lack of self-control at the moment, but hearing Three's voice in his already vulnerable state was just enough to send him over the edge that he had been teetering on for so long. "I'm sorry..."

Agent 3 was mostly silent as he listened to his partner sighing and moaning quietly into the receiver, a bead of sweat trickling down the side of his face as he could only imagine what the other was doing to himself right now. He never thought of Agent 8 to be the type of person to do something like this out of the blue, but suddenly felt a slight pang of guilt as he realized he might partly be the cause of it. When was the last time he had actually made the time for them to do something together, let alone get intimate?

Upon realizing that the train had arrived at his stop, he quickly gathered his things and got up to exit, still holding his phone close to his ear as he began to walk the rest of the way home.

"Ah... T-three..." Agent 8 whined out. He had since put the phone down and opted to leave it resting it by his ear, allowing him to use his other hand to further pleasure himself as he got off to the sound of the Inkling's voice.

Agent 3 had snapped out of his wandering thoughts as he heard Agent 8 calling out his name repeatedly; he had never heard the other's voice sound so full of desperation as it did right now, and it instantly sent a jolt of arousal through him. The other's breathing was now loud and unsteady.

"I'll... I'll be home soon, Eight. I promise."

"I need you to touch me... I need you..." Agent 8 admitted, this being the first time that he had fully accepted it out loud. He needed Three. He could sense all his bottled-up emotions begin to come to a peak, shuddering violently as it felt like he was unable to stop. "T...Three...!!"

At this point, Three was coming up on his apartment complex, practically running as he wanted to make it back to his boyfriend in need of attention as soon as possible. He tried to keep his breathing steady. He was still on the line with Eight, who was still quietly panting as it sounded like he was continuing to touch himself even after his climax. This all seemed to happen out of nowhere, he really wished he had known that Eight had been feeling this way... He quickly fumbled for his keys as he gripped his squid phone between his head and left shoulder, moving to unlock the apartment door.