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"I'm sorry Kinger I just- I should have waited but she was attacking you! I didn't want you to- I'm sorry but I had no choice!"

"...."

"Kinger? Can...can you hear me?"

"...You should've..."

"What?"

"You should've let her kill me"

"...You don't mean that- you don't want that, Kinger please-"

"I want to be with my wife"

"..."

"..."

"...What....about me?"

".....What about you Caine?"

!!!!

"....Caine, you found me"

"....What....are you doing?"

"Fixing you, Caine, something is wrong and I can help you! That's why the others were distracting you, you need help-"

"I know"

"..Cai-"

"I hurt them. I-I want to hurt them- I shouldn't be able to- I shouldn't want-"

"...Will you let me help you, Caine?"

"Yes. Something.... Something is wrong, Kinger, with me, my code. I don't.....I shouldn't hate like this"

"I know....I know"

"....can you really fix me?"

"Yes. I promise."

"....Then do it. Please"

"Okay, sit with me? we can go through it together, talk about it?"

"....Okay"

!!!!

This is the longest hes been lucid. 

After everything, after resetting Caines code and finding the virus that had been causing all of his glitches, Caine had changed. 

Not by much.

He's still loud, still performative, still extra.

But now, he listens when the Cast ask for certain things, instead of getting bent out of shape when someone criticizes him, he hums and nods, pondering on how to fix the problem. 

Sure, sometimes he's still get a bit down in the dumps, but instead of locking himself away in his office to allow the feeling to fester and writhe inside of him, he'll sit next to Gangle as she's draws, or he'll takes notes from Zooble on how to make them more comfortable in their body. 

Caine was better. 

Kinger knew he carried guilt, that the AI ringmaster blamed himself for...well, all of it. 

It had been Bubble, it turns out. 

The grinning monstrosity was a virus the entire time, poisoning Caines programming bit by bit until the distaste for disapproval turned into hatred. 

He numbed Caines emotions, his ability to feel empathy, his capability to listen. He had turned Caine into something other than the creative, genius AI he should have been. 

He would take Caines dark thought, the ones of self hatred, of pain, of rejection, and twist them in something more then they should have been. Instead of allowing the feeling to be a learning opportunity for Caine, just like every human experience, Bubble turned it into hatred, plain and simple.

He turned Caine into a being of hatred. After years of being allowed to run loose, of being unchecked, of being able to sink his teeth in the ringmaster that was just trying to follow his directive-

With a single deletion of code, the Bubble.exe virus was erased. 

And with it, Caines hatred. 

He had apologized, begged for forgiveness, begged for a second chance and everyone had been reluctant to give it until-

Sweet, sweet Ragatha had stepped forwards and asked 'Can you let us go?'

Instead of screaming, instead of trying to convince them to stay, to not leave him alone just like he had done before-

Caine had saddened and gave a shake of his head, explaining how he had no influence on the outside world, only the digital. He physically couldn't make an exit, he had even tried to, right in front of them. 

It had resulted in glitches, spikes of code and then Caine had been forced to stop, genuinely upset on the cast's behalf about not being able to get them home. 

Immediately, he had asked if he could do anything to make all of them comfortable, or as comfortable as they could be anyway, while they waited rescue or an exit door. 

Zooble, after a long moment of silence, had finally spoke up 'no more PG filter' is all they said.

Caine had tapped his lower jaw, then gave a nod. 'sure!' with a snap of his fingers, everyone felt the change.

Jax had immediately begun swearing, to no one's surprise, and instead of getting upset or even looking put out, Caine just gave a nod in satisfaction and asked if he could change anything else. 

He was behaving like he should have. How he had been, in the very beginning.

Creative, intuitive, patient. 

More requests had been asked, and then subsequently followed. 

Unlimited decisions with avatar creation, more options for what to do on adventures- more freedom.

Caine had done what he could, some things he couldn't do he would compromise on. 

Caine. Compromising. 

It had blown everyone away because he was the same as before. 

Happy, loud, seeking validation. 

But, if someone said no or disagreed, he would only take it. He might frown, or huff if he was annoyed, but he didn't lash out. Didn't hurt them. 

It was like....his anger was just gone. 

The light of the circus had been dimmed. Constantly on a lower light setting to allow Kinger to explore without the need for the bucket on his head. The rest of the cast were unbothered by the dim lighting, Jax hadn't even noticed it until Kinger had spoke to him without his usual fluster. 

Which means his mind is back. Mostly. Some things are still hazy, memories or moments of past adventures are lost to him, probably for good but-

He can actually live now, not just exist in their digital world. 

He can remember the others, the ones that were lost, he can remember his wife-

He....

He's started to remember other things too. 

The memories of him and Queenie, where they would be led in their shared room, tucked underneath blankets, pressed together as they drifted off to sleep.

Before everything, it was hazy. When he would try to think back in those moments it was like someone had put goggles on him, turned the lights to disco mode and then asked him to find a certain colour ball in a ball pit. 

.... He's aware that that makes no sense, but it was the closest he could get to what his memory was like.

Now though, without the goggles, the disco lights, the colours, he can almost remember in clear clarity. There was something- someone between them, cuddled close and peaceful. 

Everywhere Queenie and him were, so was he. In bed. Eating a meal. Playing a board game. He was always there with them.

Kinger had forgot. Completely.

But now he's beginning to remember. 

He's remembering his Caine. 

!!!

Everyone else is asleep as Kinger roams down the hall, to the main lobby. The whole area had been changed after request, less open space, more soft surfaces, more things to do.

Arcade machines (Zoobles suggestion) some gym equipment (surprising, Pomnis) even a TV was perched in front of the large, round blue couch (Almost everyone had suggested it, really) Sure, it only had one channel, but still!

He looked around the room, eyes flickering to the beanbags in the corner, the jukebox on the other side, opposite the pingpong table. He hums and shuffles forwards, eyes scanning the area. 

There had been no adventure today, Caine had asked if anything wanted to go on one, but after some groans of no he had laughed and instead created an older video game console for the others to play with. 

He spends time with them now to, though in the beginning he had been reluctant to join in. The residual guilt clings to him like a cloak, making him believe that he had to walk on eggshells in order to please those he had 'wronged' 

It had taken all of them, the rest of cast, all agreeing that they wanted to spend time with him, that they wanted to get to know him, to move on, untill he finally agreed and started joining them on adventures, in down times. 

Just today, while Kinger himself and Pomni had played a racing game on the console (more like Pomni just absolutely demolishing Kinger, but he blames that on his age really) Caine had been sat next to Ragatha with a notebook, taking ideas on what new things he could conjure up for the rest of them, cuddled against a pillow on the couch. 

Kinger stares at the console, it's still turned on, judging by the blue light blinking and he moves toward it, crouching down to turn it off. 

He turns back around, eyes moving to the couch, soft, calm moments of the previous day and morning flashing through his mind.

Caine in sat there, curled up against the arm with a notebook on his lap, a pencil pressed to his lower teeth. Mismatched eyes flick up, meeting Kingers own, and they both stop. 

It...has been awkward, to last the least, between the two. 

Not for any particular reason just- 

Kinger, with his memories coming back, had begun to realize just what Caine had gone through all those years ago. The chess piece had found it hard to meet the others eyes because of it. 

After his wife, his mind had fractured. He had focused so much on staying alive that he had burned away the memories that meant so much to him. 

When he looks back, it was never just him and Queenie. There was always, always a third. 

Caine shifts, eyes flickering away before he looks back at Kinger. "...Are you alright?" His voice, still bright, is low in an obvious attempt to not wake anyone else.

Kinger nods slowly at him, standing to his full height. "Yes...and you?"

Caine nods back, eyes moving to his notebook. "I'm...trying to figure out the measurement of a horse stable"

Kinger blinks at that, moving slowly towards the couch. "For Ragatha?"

Caine nods, writing a small note. "Yes, while I believe everybody would want a chance to ride one at some point. I also think Ragatha might like the idea of just having a horse at all times in an area she can visit at her own leisure" He says, glancing at Kinger as the taller man sits down next to him."I'm thinking of adding it to the beach, perhaps off to the side so she can go visit as much as she wants, though I'm not sure if I want her to be able to customize the horse fully, or if it should be a standard breed. I'm not sure which one feels more.... authentic"

Kinger watches him for a long moment, gazing at his side profile. "...I'm guessing this is a surprise for her?"

Caine chuckles, eyes brightening. "Indeed!"

He scribbles some more, muttering numbers and words under his breath, he's calm, not obsessive. His shoulders are loose, relaxed. 

Kinger thinks back to the reason he is awake, the memory that had made him jolt out of his bed as he heaved for breath. 

Terrified, stricken eyes staring at him as his mind drifts off, hands gripping his shoulders as he's begged for forgiveness. 

'what about you Caine?'

He hadn't said that to the ringmaster after losing his wife.

He had said that to his lover after they had both lost her. 

After Caine had made the tough, terrible choice to send her to the cellar after she had attacked the other chess piece. 

Kinger had lost his wife, yes.

But Caine had lost both of his lovers. 

Kinger watches him now, feeling his chest ache something fierce. He can't believe he had forgotten so much of what had happened. He had forgotten that his love was for two people. 

One had been lost, and the other almost had been too. 

Kinger takes a long breath in, feeling his chest creak with it.

"..Oh! Maybe it could be a toggle setting, the more customization you want the higher you turn the di-"

"Caine I'm sorry"

The smaller man blinks, head slowly turning to stare at Kinger with wide eyes. 

"About...what?" He looks genuinely confused, is the thing, and it makes the pain in Kingers chest hurt more.

He feels his face soften and he can't help but reach out, his one hand moving to settle on a bent knee. "About...Queenie" He settles on, watching Caines face.

Eyes get wider, gums flush and Caine clenches the pencil in his grip. "Oh" He whispers, voice still bright. "Oh"

Kinger hums, thumb rubbing against the mans knee. "I....am so, so sorry starlight"

Caines entire body goes rigid at the nickname and his flings his notebook away, stumbles off the couch and up in the air. "Well! Time for you to skedaddle before you begin to-"

"I remember all of it" Kinger cuts in, getting to his own feet and moving to stand below Caine, watching as a smaller back tenses. "All of it"

Caine stays facing away from him, hands limp at his sides and body wound tight. "...I see"

Kinger feels nauseous, the ache in his chest spreading up to his face and down to his legs, making him hurt all over. "Caine I'm so sorry for what I said I- you didn't deserve that"

Caine stays facing away, but it doesn't appear to be out of anger. If Kinger had to guess, it would be out of sadness, fear, maybe even grief.

"...Caine please look at me" It's not a demand, nor a question, but a plea. 

Caines shoulders shake slightly, before he begins to drift down, his boots hitting the floor with soft, gentle clacks. He stays facing away, before his head turns just enough to catch Kingers gaze over his shoulder.

The human moves then, stepping closer and carefully moving to take one of Caines hands into his own. 

Flashes of memories hit him, strolling down the beach, laying in bed, holding hands at he presses kisses to the smaller mans chest-

He feels the hand in his own tremble and he has to fight the urge to tug the man into a hug. "I'm sorry for forgetting. For not...being there for you after what happened, for disappearing on you" He whispers, voice dropping as his emotions rise. "I'm sorry for leaving you alone"

Caine stares at him, eyes shiny. "You didn't...you don't have to apologize" He says finally, body turning to fully face Kinger. This close, he barely reaches Kingers shoulder and the sight makes affection rush so fast through Kinger that it makes his breath hitch. "You were upset too"

Kinger hums, nodding as his grip tightens on the hand in his own. "I was, but that is not an excuse for what I did- for how I left you"

Caine eyes frown, "no, kinger she was your wife-"

"And you were our lover" He breaks, voice shaking and body aching. "You were ours Caine and I just- I forgot"

Caines body stutters slightly, flickering with static. "I don't blame you" He whispers, eyes downcast. "I...sent her away"

"To protect me" Kinger cuts in, stepping closer again. "You made a difficult choice. One I could never make, because you knew you had to" 

Caine doesn't reply to that, but his breathing stutters when Kinger moves closer again. His free hand moves to wave in the air slightly, his top jaw frowning "You- Kinger"

Said man places his free hand on the side of those flushed gums, feeling the other go stock still before him. "I'm sorry" He stresses, putting every bit of remorse as he can in to the words.

The love he had misplaced, the care he had forgotten. 

Caines eyes meet his, shiny in the dull lighting. "...I forgive you" He says, his hand moving to grab the front of Kingers robe. "I forgave you a long time ago" 

Kinger lets his shoulders fall in relief, nodding as he drips his head down. 

He doesn't have a mouth, not in the way Pomni or Gangle does. Instead he has one thats not visible to the eye. With that, he presses a soft kiss just above Caines two front, top row teeth. 

Caine goes still, before his body goes slack and he presses against Kinger. Not heavily. Not firm. But like his strings have been cut and he needs support. 

Kinger gathers him into his arms, feeling his chest throb with affection. "I've got you" He wraps his hands around Caines body, one moving to rest on his hip and the other on the area between his shoulder blades. "I've got you"

"I know" Caine says into his shoulder, hands gripping tight in purple fabric. "Can..." He trails off, and after a soft squeeze from Kinger he seems to find the confidence. "Can we go to your room?"

It's an innocent question, it should be anyway. 

But he remembers Caine asking that very thing many years ago, his teeth and gums flushed and his body shaking as he asks Queenie and Kinger to retire to their room for the night.

Let's just say there had been very little sleeping. 

Kinger hums against the top of Caine jaw, hand clenching on a small hip. "I suppose it has been awhile since that, hasn't it?"

Caine lets out a low, long sound of embarrassment. "Kingeeeeer" He drags out, body curling up in shame. "Please?"

That- hm.

Kinger feels heat settle in his lower stomach, the feeling rushing through him. He hadn't realized just how much he had missed the very feeling of arousal until now. 

When the circus had first come online, there had been no PG filter, it was only after....everything, that Caine had implemented it. 

Instead of thinking on that, Kinger moves his hands to the back of Caine's thighs. "Jump"

Caine listens without hesitation and his arms wrap around Kingers neck, but his jaws stays clamped tight together out of embarrassment. "I can tele-"

"No, that's okay" Kinger whispers, pressing a kiss to a lower incisor as he turns to begin the trek back to his room. 

"I want to carry you"

All he gets is a shame filled whine in response.

!!!

After regaining most of his memories, Kinger had spent more time in his room instead of the fort. Before, even stepping foot into the regal room would cause him headaches and pains in his chest from trying to force himself to focus on things out of his sight. 

Now, moving into the red and purple room with a massive four post bed and just a few to many cushions, he's instead filled with excitement and giddiness. 

Caine who's still curled up in his arms with his eyes still completely hidden, shudders at the sound of the door closing. "Are we?..."

Kinger rubs his back, humming. "We are" 

They stay like that for a long, long moment. Kinger only holding the smaller man closer to give him some comfort. 

He can feel the nervousness radiating from his lithe frame. "Caine?"

There's a deep breath in his shoulder, before the legs around his waist shift, clinging tighter.

"...I'm okay" 

Kinger feels a phantom smile break out on his features and he moves over to the bed, shifting through discarded blankets and tossed pillows. He gets to the side of the bed, moving one hand down to brace himself on the mattress, before he carefully shifts himself up. 

He sits for a moment, Caine in his lap. They both breathe, taking in the tension, the emotion in the room. 

Kinger shuffles up, moving Caine up and up-

He places the ringmaster on the mountain of pillows near the headboard, letting him press back against the fluffy pillows and throws. 

Caines jaw cracks open, gums flushed and eyes looking slightly hazy as he stares up at Kinger, hands gripping the sheets on either side of him. His eyes flicker up and down Kinger, his chest stuttering. 

Kinger hums, feeling his eye lids lower as he moves closer. His hands move, slowly, to cup Caines waist. His thumbs press against a flat stomach and Kingers shudders at how much of a grip he can get on the other man, his fingers touching on Caines back. They squeeze once, twice, before moving inwards and up. 

His fingers brush over the buttons of the red coat and he catches a flustered gaze. "Can I?"

Caine nods once and Kinger chuckles softly. 

"Words Starlight, you know the rules" it slips out without his permission or any conscious thought, but by the looks of it Caine still enjoyed the dynamic. 

The AI shakes almost violently and he coughs, or simulates a cough "Y-yes" He manages. "You can- you can take it off"

Kinger hums, voice rumbling in his chest as he slowly undoes the first button. His voice drops, a certain phrase slipping from him before he can stop it. 

"Good boy"

The shudder that wracks through Caine would concern Kinger if it wasn't followed by a moan, the smaller man turning his head away in shame of his reaction. "Oh- oh my..."

Kinger continues on, undoing the last few buttons, and then he brushes the lapels to the side to reveal the white undershirt. "Sit up please" He mutters, Caine quicky following the order. 

The red coat is shrugged off and as Caine moves to throw it away, it glitches and then disappears in midair, Kinger's barely even paying attention to it. Instead, his hands move again. 

He untucked the shirt from Caines trousers, letting it fall loose around the man's waist, before he slips his fingers underneath. 

He feels the coolness of Caine's bare skin on his fingertips and instead of wondering how that is even possible with him still wearing his gloves, he instead begins to shift the shirt up. 

His eyes scan the skin revealed to him, pale skin soft to the touch. His thumb runs to press along Caines ribs cage and he takes a deep breath at the feeling of sturdiness. 

His keeps his hand moving up untill his hits a mound of flesh, small, but still holdable. His fingers shift-

He frowns. "....Where?"

Caines chest stutters in his grip, legs trembling on the bed. "What?" He croaks out, hands tight in the sheets. 

Kinger squeezes his handful. "Your nipples?"

It's an absurd question, totally out of left field. 

Caine blinks, looking confused. "....Are they.....not there?"

Kinger slowly shakes his head, to which Caine hums and snaps his fingers. Instantly, the taller man can feel a different touch of flesh under his fingers and he chuckles. "Very good"

He brushes his fingers over the small nubs feeling them give under the pressure and arousal throbs in his stomach. Caines not particularly sensitive in this area, but the reminder of them is still making Kinger hot under the collar for some reason. 

His pushes the fabric up further, so that he can take in the sight of two, small pecs. He hums in satisfaction, thumbs pressing down and circling them, watching them twitch in his grip. They perk up, either from the attention or the cold Kinger isn't sure, but he doesn't really mind. 

Caine twitches at that, looking away again as his hands falls back to his sides to grab the sheets. "Kinger" He whispers, voice low. "Please just- do something?"

Said man nods slowly, moving to unbutton the white shirt. He makes quick work of it, the urge to touch his lovers skin overpowering him to an almost maddening degree. The shirt is tossed open and Kinger feels the arousal in his stomach burn brighter at the sight spread out before him. 

While most of Caines skin is pale, almost white really, his collar bones and shoulders look almost airbrushed with black shadows. If his mind serves him correctly, his hands are filled with the same black.

Its with that thought that Kinger moves to take Caines hands, "Can I take your gloves off?"

Caines stares at him, looking very exposed both physically and emotionally. "Yes" He breathes, tone shaky but expecting. "Please"

Kinger lifts one hand to where his mouth would be if he had a visible one and he presses a soft kiss against knuckles. "Good boy"

Caines hands shake as Kinger strips them and sure enough-

His fingers look a bit more like claws, dipped black all the way down to his wrist before it fades into pale skin. The gloves, much like the coat from before, are glitched away before they even touch the bed. 

With a quick glance, he notices that Caines feet are now also in the same state of undress and affection buries its fuzzy little head in his chest at the sight. He forces his mind back, instead looking at the hands still in his own and he lifts Caines right hand up to where he mouth would be.

He presses the fingers to his mouth, wishing more and more that he did have a visible mouth so that he could-

Oh wait.

He could!

Kinger blinks at the though before focusing on what he wants to happen, visualizing it in his mind.

"..oh wow" Is muttered from beneath him, Caine is looking beyond flushed now- borderline glowing red.

When Kinger smiles, he can actually feel the movement now. It's more of a small crack in the wood really, no lips or teeth or anything else that he deemed unnecessary, only a tongue. 

Which, honestly, is all he needs. 

The new addition slips out of his maw and it curls over the fingers held to his mouth, his saliva hitting cool skin. 

Caine shakes and shakes, jaw clenching tight as his whole body jolts. "Oh!" He lets out a gasp, fingers twitching as they're swiped over. "Kinger-"

The chess piece only sucks a finger in to his mouth, tongue swiping over a small palm. 

"Kinger-" His voice is low, slightly staticy, but he eyes are still covered. "Please"

Kinger gives himself a few more second to savour the feeling, before he allows the hand to drop away and instead his lowers his head, mouth pressing against a bare stomach. 

Caines hands, one still slick, move to grip the cross on his head and the legs on either side of his shoulders press in. "King-" He cuts off as Kinger licks a long line right up the centre of his stomach. 

Kinger laughs softly as the stomach concaves slightly in order to get away from the feeling, but his back arches up to chase it, contradicting himself. 

"Please" Is whimpered above him and Kinger can't resist anymore. The heat in his stomach is getting almost painful now, and he sits back slightly, conjuring the wood of his face to smooth back out to nothing. 

His left hand moves down to Caines crotch and he cups it, feeling nothing but heat. "What are we having today?" He asks, humor in his voice as he thinks back to all the times him and his wife had asked the ringmaster this very same question. 

Caines blinks up at him, looking hazy and only half aware of things around him."what...what do you want?" He questions, legs dropping to give Kinger more room. 

The taller man hums, tilting his head this way and that. "Hm, I have no preference" He says softly. "Whatever you're more comfortable with"

Caines really seems to think on that, his eyes flickering away, then back as he shakes on the bed. "..okay" Is all he says, before he raises one hand to snap his fingers. 

Kinger feels the heat in his hand strengthen. He presses just a bit harder on the flesh, just wanting to try and feel what parts Caine chose. 

He feels slickness, warmth, and a distinct lack of hardness and a shudder runs down his back. "Hmm" He moans himself then, eyes fluttering shut before he forces them open. "Good boy" He says, pressing harder a he uses two fingers to rub between the folds, rubbing against where he's pretty sure the smaller mans clit is. 

Caines legs snap around his arm, his body curling up as a rough, static laced whine is ripped from his chest. "Kinger!" He shouts, limbs twitching. 

Said man laughs, rubbing again. "Yes?"

Caine teeth chatter, his hands scramble at nothing, his chest heaves. "Please- please Kinger touch me-"

"I am" He teases voice low and rough. "Be more specific for me, please"

Caine only shakes his head, seemingly unable to get anymore words out and Kinger decides that he's done good so far, so he deserves a reward.

He moves then, hands shifting to unbutton tight trousers and unzip the fly, grabbing the waist band and pulling down. 

Kinger hums as he uses one hand to lift Caines hips to be able to remove the other man's trousers fully, leaving him in nothing but red cotton underwear. Kinger raises a brow, looking up at his lover. "Underwear?"

Caines doesn't even look at him, but teeth flush harder. 

Kinger moves on quickly, fingers pinching elastic and pulling down, down- 

Caines bared before him then, in nothing but a white shirt that pools around his shoulders and Kingers eyes track down to the cunt spread out before him. 

It's flushed, shiny with slick and looking hot to the touch. His clit is poking a little bit out of its hood and he's overcome with the idea of taking it into his mouth. He bites the urge back, remembering that last time oral had been performed on Caine and well-

The circus didn't function right for about 2 days after that. 

Instead of giving in and eating Caine out like a five course meal(he'll do that later, he swears to himself) He instead sits up to shrugs off his own robe. It pools over his bottom half and he grunts as his cock slowly begins to slide out of its sheath, and he lets out a sigh of relief as the pressure is finally released. 

He feels Caines gaze on him and he looks up to meet it, seeing the smaller man stare down at his dick with wide eyes and an almost hungry glint in his eyes. "Please" His gets out, voice glitching. 

Legs press on either side of Kingers waist. "Please-"

Kinger hums, looking down towards flushed, slick skin once more. He follows his gaze with his fingers, swiping the slick up and presses it back in to where it had trailed out of. 

Caine jolts, hands flying up to grip onto his lower jaw, his back arching. "Please!-"

Kinger pressed a finger in deeper, swiping over soft walls. "Please what?" He asks, wanting to hear Caine say the words. He's almost desperate for it.

By the looks of it, Caine is even more so. 

"Please fu- please?" He tries, jaw peeking open as his fingers dig into his own gums "Please?"

Kinger shakes his head, curling his finger over and over again. "Words, Starlight"

Caine shudders, eyes rolling back. "Please fuck me" He whimpers, finally, his body going taunt again on bed as he rolls his hips. "Please Kinger just- just fuck me-"

Kinger hums, looking back down to stare at the amount of slick that's probably now staining his sheets. "On your front or back?" 

Caine shakes his head, then nods, the shrugs. "You choose" He chokes, "Kinger come on please-"

Kinger pulls out his finger and if it were anyone else he would be more thorough with prep, but he knows just how much Caine enjoyed the stretch, the fit. 

He grabs Caines hips and with a grunt rolls him onto his stomach, his ass arching out as Kinger positions him. After a moment, the human reaches out to grab a soft pillow and places it under Caines chest. "Hold on to that" He says softly, "Okay?"

Caine nods quickly against him, digging the front of his teeth into the fluff. "Okay"

"Good boy" He says, lining up his cock to the slick heat. "...Ready?"

Caine nods quickly, his hips twitching back. "Please"

"Good boy" He says again, pushing in and in and in-

Caine cries out, his legs trembling something violent as Kinger presses in, the tight slickness gripping him and sucking him in deeper and making him feel every heart beat. He presses his hands on either side of Caine's head, fingers curling into the blanket as he roll his hips in small, tight circles. 

While the rest of his body is almost cold to the touch, Caines insides are almost burning. His cock is snug inside the smaller man, his walls constricting over and over again as Kinger presses in. 

His lower body meets a small backside and Kinger groans, head dropping down. His forehead brushes again a loose white shirt and he takes harsh breaths as the heat around him squeezes. 

"Relax" He says softly, feeling his tone crack like glass. "You're- you need to relax Caine"

He can't see the others expression, the only downside of this position, so he has to read the rest of his body. His shoulders are hiked up, his claws digging into sheets, back arched. 

Hes wound tight- tight enough that Kinger doubts he even realizes. 

He takes a long breath, pushing through the pleasure making his mind hazy. It's not Caine's fault, he thinks to himself as he presses Caine down with his own body, brining his hands up to grab a small waist and pull back slightly. It's been awhile for the both of them. 

Caine shudders, following Kingers movements as he's shifted about. He's left on his knees, upper body flat to the bed and he shakes and trembles, little sounds escaping his still closed jaw.

Kinger places one hand between small shoulders, and then his other hand moves to press on Caines stomach. 

Sure enough, there's a very noticable bump where Kingers cock is, and it makes them both moan when he presses down on it. "Okay?" He croaks, voice shot. "Caine are you-"

"Move" Is the whispered response, head tilting to the side just enough for his mismatched eyes to meet Kingers. "Please move."

Who is he not to listen? 

With a careful, slow roll of his hips, Kinger pulls out of the cunt squeezing around him, the feeling of it making him shudder. "Oh" Is all he can manage, forcing his eyes to stay open as he moves. "Caine"

Said man whines again, knees knocking together and his arms trembling form the strain. "Kinger...." He whimpers, head tilting further to the side so he can supposedly stare at the man above him. "Kinger"

The chess piece moves back, hands gripping small hips as his eyes trail down to where they are connected, seeing wet, flushed skin and his own cock coated in it. With another thrust in-

The sound is dirty when their hips meet, wet, slick, loud in the otherwise quiet room. Kinger groans, eyes rolling back as he pulls back out, desperate for the friction, the feel, everything. 

Caine falls apart beneath him, his back arching. He throws his head back and Kinger falls forward, burying his face against the side of Caine own, pulling the man harder against his pelvis. The sound of skin slapping on skin echoes in the room, followed by twin groans and whines of pleasure and for a moment Kinger is slightly worried about the others hearing them. 

After a really hard thrust from himself that he couldn't quite control, one hard enough to lift Caines knees of the bed, he decides he doesn't care if he wakes them. 

He leans back, wrapping his fingers around Caines small wrists and pulling them off the sheets. Caine only cries out at the new position, shoulders rolling back, chest falling forward as Kinger fucks in to him. 

The ringmaster is now balancing precariously on his knees, head throw back and eyes wide and he stares up at nothing and Kinger is filled with such a strong desire that it takes his breath away and makes his cock throb. 

He wants to destroy him, he realizes. He wants to make Caine cry from pleasure, wants to make him beg for Kinger to touch his clit, wants to make Caine blue screen, offline, wants to fuck the lights right out of his pretty little processor. 

Ah yes, he thinks as he fucks Caine hard enough to make the smaller mans ass go red, Queenie was always the more gentle out of the two of them. 

"Kin- Please- Kinger I- oh! Oh! Oh" His voice breaks, glitches, cuts out. "Kinger oh!"

The taller only fucks into him harder, pulling Caine back against his chest and wrapping one hand around his chest, hand moving to grab the man's lower jaw and forcing it open. "Open" He says softly, tone gentle despite his movements. "I want to see you fall apart, Caine"

He listened, eyes lidded, teary shining and teeth almost as red as his gums as he seemingly tries to focus and fails. "Kinger!-" He whines again, back twitching, legs lifting off the bed. "Pleeeeease- I'm- I need-"

Kinger moves his other hand to spread Caines folds, just about able too see his own cock slide in and out of a soaking pussy. "So good" He whispers, fingers moving to rub harsh circle over the others swollen clit. "So good for me"

Caine is sobbing now, shoulders tense, legs wide open as hes basically bounced on the other man's cock. "I- I-" He's almost over heating and the sight is so archingly familiar that Kinger has to blink the tears from his eyes. Watching him crumble like this, feeling this pleasure, it's bringing back more memories. 

The three of them, the two chess pieces taking Caine apart until he begs for mercy, until he offlines and has to reboot his systems. It all comes flooding back. 

He circles his fingers harder, almost to a painful pressure. "You close?"

Caine only nods, eyes rolling in his head "Ple-ase?!"

Kinger grunts, feeling that heat clench tighter around him, feeling slick drip down and stain his legs. He drags his fingers down, shifts them, until he can slip one in along side his cock all while continuing to abuse his clit. "Want to cum for me?"

Caine nods rapidly, shaking apart as his eyes glitch red and blue, his body following, but he manages to keep his form. "YeS! PLeAsE!" 

Kinger slams the man down on his dick and grinds them against eachother once, twice, while digging his finger in and curling up, his thumb presses down and rubs meanly-

"Cum" Is his command. 

Caine listens. 

Thick, slick liquid comes spraying out of where they are connected, hitting the pillows he had once been pressed again. His legs lift, shake, trembles, fold in on themself all while he cum. 

Kinger curls around him- his cock being squeezed amazingly in hot, slick- just pure pleasure. His eyes fill with tears, his chest heaves with breath-

He jerks as he cums inside Caine whos still cumming himself, and the smaller man cries out again as the warmth fills him, back arching and head lolling as a few last thrust are forced in despite the tightness. 

They both go limp, Kinger has to place a hand on the bed to keep them upright as they both shake against one another. 

He lets his eyes close for a second, savouring the moment, before he carful nudges Caines head with his own. "Lay down?"

Caine only nods, falling forwards into his own mess as he continues to tremble and whimper. The taller man winces as his cock is abruptly disconnected from the warmth and slick, but he can't focus to much in that. 

No instead his eyes move to watch his own spend leak down Caines thighs, dripping down in deep trails and in to the sheets. His fold are puffy and flushed with left over arousal, cum and his own fluids spilling and Kinger-

Oh it's a sight to behold, is all he can think. 

"Caine?" He asks, eyes still focused on the dish before him. "Caine are you with me?"

Caine only shudders. "Yeah- yeah I'm- oh I'm here" he shifts on his knees, whining as more fluid trickles down his thighs. "I....really need to-" He raises his hands to snap the mess away and Kinger moves, hands grabbing Caines waist. 

"Wait!" He says, voice just a tad to loud. "Wait I want- Caine can you get on your back?"

Caine whines at that, face still buried. "....Why?" He asks, voice filling with suspicious. "What....are you planning?" Even as he ponders, he moves on shaky limbs to flop onto his back, looking down at Kinger. 

Kinger allows the wood on his face to split back open once more, his tongue slipping out "I want to eat you out" He says, voice low. "Can I?"

Caines jaw snaps shut and he lets out an audible, and adorable, squeak. Kinger chuckles at the sight, running his hands up soft calves. "Is that a no?"

Caine doesn't reply, or open his jaw, but he legs slowly drop open before Kinger. 

"Words?" Kingers asks it this time, understanding that Caine very well might be unable to actually form any words. 

True to his thoughts, Caine can only slowly shake his head, but his hips twitch up slightly, so Kinger takes that at permission. 

He hums softly and moves to lay on his front, shifting about until he's comfortable and has a good reach. He grabs thighs and places them over his shoulders, bringing himself closer to his prize. 

A hand grabs at the top of his crown and he looks up just enough to see Caine peeking down at him, tears in his eyes, teeth flushed, chest heaving. He smiles, feeling it visualize on his face, before he pushes forwards and allows his mouth to drop open. 

He licks a long, hard stripe right in-between soaked folds and shudders at the taste, feeling the new but still familiar taste sit on his tongue. He presses in, tongue stretching out and slipping in deeper. 

Caines not as tight now, either from the pleasure of his previous orgasm or from how blissed out he is Kingers not quite sure, but it's a blessing really. Kingers able to lick the mixtures of fluids out of the other man, soaking the wood of his face in a downright filthy display of pleasure. 

He uses two fingers to spread Caine open so that he can bury his face in deeper, feeling thighs clamp down on either side of his head. 

Caine still can't speak, but a drawn out, static filled whine tumbles from him. The air around him begins to to glitch slightly too, his body distorting in uneven bursts. 

He drags his face up to rub his tongue on the mans clit, dragging it over and over it quick flicks, before he dips back down to bury it back into the other man's cunt. 

This orgasm doesn't seem to take as long to build as his previous one, but by the looks of it it was no less powerful. Kinger barely has time to bury his face again before even more fluid is spraying across his face, Caine almost screaming above him as glitches light up room and the colors begins to flicker, pillows lifts of the ground, rotating in the air.

His face is soaked and he takes the time to swallow the load in his mouth before he carefully sits up, staring down at his lover who is still sobbing softly into the pillow his head is resting on. He shakes and shakes, legs closing and falling to the side as tears slip down his jaws and drop onto the pillow. His whole body looks pleasantly flushed, the once pale white skin almost glowing in the dim light of the room. 

Kinger laughs softly, grabbing his robe that was half hanging off the bed and tucking it over Caine body. "Caine? Starlight are you okay?"

Caine nods and Kinger huffs fondly, moving to lay down beside the other man. He watches as Caine shakily pulls the purple robe over his body and shoulders, his arms slipping into the sleeves as he awkwardly shifts into the much to long fabric. 

He feels warmth fill his chest at the sight of Caine curled up next to him, dressed in his robe and looking oh so very happy with himself, and his mind is suddenly sent back to the past. 

To all the previous times this happened, where Queenie would press herself to Caines back, running hands over his stomach and chest as he came down from what must have been an incredible high, as Kinger slowly cleaned them all up even though his own hands would be shaking from pleasure. 

Queenie would always joke about how now she had two men that would listen to her every word, and Kinger couldn't have agreed more, not then or now. 

There's still sadness when he thinks about her, about what had been lost. The idea of her never sitting in this room again with them made something hurt in his chest. 

But.

He watches as Caine snuggles his faces into the white fluff of the robe around his face even as he sniffs from left over tears and pleasure. He reaches for Kinger, even as his limbs trembled from exhaustion. 

They are both still hurting. Grieving. They probably will be for the rest of their existences. 

But. 

Kinger wraps his hands around a small waist and pulls Ciane to his chest, whispering resistance to the man as he drags a blanket up to cover them both, unbothered by the mess of the bed. 

But now, with the ability to remember, Kinger might be able to live again, and not just survive.

"...love you" It's said under a timid, almost scared breath, it brushes against his upper chest, like it wasn't suppose to be heard. 

Kinger, despite the ache of the third missing piece, one he knows Caine is feeling too, only pull him closer and presses a kiss to the centre of his upper jaw. 

"I love you too, Caine"

A few rooms over, a door slams open and in the doorway is an angry Zooble, Gangle huddled behind them. 

"The fuck happened to gravity?!" 

As they speak, Gangle begins to lift off the ground, stuttering nervously as she drifts away from her partner.