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Three weeks had past since the world almost ended. Everything was pretty much as normal as they could expect it to be, afterwards, and life was continuing on. For most people, at least.

Two, specifically, was decidedly not moving on. After the "challenge" (read: apocalypse) ended, Two had all but shut down. Having missed what was meant to be a competition day, Four and X stepped up to keep the competition going. Because the contestants were getting annoying about it.

With Four and X taking over hosting for the past several challenges, the contestants left have been displeased to be back under their hosting. Even though, objectively, they were far more fair than they were at the beginning of BFB!

Four couldn't take the nagging voices of the contestants. It felt like before. Was he really such a horrible host? Scowling, he shook his head. Glancing over to their sleeping partner, they saw the sun peaking over the horizon through their windows.

Snapping their finger, Four fixed their clothes, their gold colored tie appearing around their neck, blue suit jacket on, and white button up no longer wrinkled. Casting a glance to the snoozing X, Four shook his head and, with a snap, appeared outside Two's door. Tomorrow would be a competition day, and it will be Two who hosted!

The round ears on the top of Four's head twitched, as he pressed one against the surface of the door. Despite the early hour, Four had a hard time believing (or caring) that Two was asleep. Pulling their ear away, Four pounded against the surface of the door as warning. "Two," they said shortly. "You need to break out of this!"

Still, Four heard no shuffling. Growling, he snapped his fingers once more, landing himself in Two's room. As Four expected, Two lifted their head from the bed, blinking to him slowly. In the barely illuminated room, their pale green eyes gave the slightest of glow, highlighting their owlish expression.

"...What?" Two asked after a minute, tone heavy with exhaustion or grief- or both. They slumped forward, looking to their fellow Algebralian.

Four's tufted tail flicked behind him. "What? It's been weeks! We cannot host for much longer without risking further outrage from the contestants! Better yet, maybe they'll just go find another show to leave me for," they sneered, prowling towards the bed-ridden alien.

Two fidgeted with the blanket on their knee, gaze just left of Four. "They wouldn't leave. We're close to the finale now. Thank you for hosting, if that's what you want to hear. I appreciate having you and X both," they offered wearily.

Now only a few inches away from the bed, Four could take in the sight of it. Two's pink sleeping mask and blue sleep cap, along with a plethora of half-eaten food and snacks were strewn about. Amongst other trash as well. Four scowled. "I don't appreciate having you act like this. The contestants are not happy with this arrangement, and neither am I. For whatever reason, they trust you more when it comes to handling the aftermath of that whole mess," they growled.

For some reason, that made Two look even more defeated. They curled in on themselves a little, leaned against their headboard, they drew their legs to their chest, fiddling with the bottom of their pale night gown. "They shouldn't. I failed Gaty, Four. I cared about her the most, and I still failed her- what does that mean for the others?"

What Four wanted to do was run away in the face of- augh- emotional confrontation. But that would make little progress in the face of getting Two to act normal again. So instead, their tail flicked in annoyance behind them, and he sat on Two's bed.

There was a silence over them for a moment. Four didn't know how to comfort Two, nor did he particularly want to express too much kindness to them. They still stole his show, after all, and they would be holding onto that grudge until the implosion of the universe. Which very nearly did happen, but that means nothing, okay?

Finally, Four found some words. "Would Gaty actually want you to spend all this time sulking? Because I know I don't. And X feels bad about it." Four would add, like making X feel bad is some sort of sin.

"I just don't understand how it happened. I don't understand what it means- or where she is," Two's voice raised, emotions setting into their tone. Four let out a little growl, moving forward and grabbing their chin. Two squawked, trying to pull out of the blue hand's grasp.

Their grasp tightening, Four leaned forward. "It doesn't matter what happened. It did. She might be your favorite human, but she's still just a human. Worry for yourself," he said with a jab to Two's chest. Four was mere inches from Two's face.

Two recoiled, just a hair, but didn't fight the hand that grasped them. Eyes averted, Two sat tense for a moment. "I think I- I think I connected with her," they gave the word emphasis, sheepishly looking back to meet Four's intense stare.

That made Four recoil harder. Their hand dropped. "You can't form a bond with a human," he seethed. "Are you dense? She can't reciprocate a bond!" Their eyes flashing black, they glowered at Two, who remained largely unintimidated.

"I know she can't. Couldn't," Two added, voice cracking slightly. "And I didn't tell her about it. But she's special, Four! I don't know how it would work but it- it doesn't matter now, now does it?" Their tense muscles loosened. "She's gone," they'd add in a whisper.

Jaw clenched for a moment, Four rolled an idea in their head. Their eyes back to a deep gold, they gave a once-over look of Two. Lip pursed, he gave a low sigh. "We're having sex," Four declared.

Two stared at him for a moment, blinking slowly. "No, I don't think we are," they said with a frown. They could feel something prodding at his mind. It was weak- like a breeze passing by, but it was steady, as Four pushed acceptance help relief. Two shot back with a push of grief tired mourning.

Still, Four was undetoured, a scowl on his face as he pushed it from his mind. It was a weak connection, not enough to really do much of anything, but still enough to make their presence and desired emotion known.

After a mental struggle for a moment, Two reached out and swatted at Four's hand. "I didn't even know we were close enough that you could do that," they confessed, surprise in their tone. Four grabbed onto the offending hand, pulling it close enough that he sunk his pointed teeth into it. Two jolted. "Ow! Bad Four!" Their hand wiggled, but they didn't break free of Four's grasp and bite.

Teeth retracting from the flesh, Four gave the bite-shaped mark a quick lap with his tongue, like a cat. They glared at Two. "It's just because of our usual proximity. I don't like you," they'd huff. "But clearly, you need me. We need to get a stronger connection so that I can energize you. Suck it up."

Two blinked, melting into their bed. "I want to mourn, Four," softly they protested. Their hand still hung limp in Four's hold.

Four glared to them. "You can mourn and still get out of bed. Having my energy will help you. The contestants want you. X wants you to stop being miserable. I want to stop hearing the contestants complain," he'd list out, before giving a half-lidded look to Two, unimpressed.

Giving in, Two sighed. "I guess I need to depend on who I have," they muttered. And that was what Four needed to hear before they struck. A hand clamped onto Two's jaw, Four pulled them in, lips meshing together. Two's eyes went wide in surprise, their lips parting as Four suffocated them in attention.

Four didn't quite push into their mouth, but he did suck at Two's bottom lips. Their teeth nipped at the pale green skin, not quite piercing through. Two was leaned forward, the grasp on their jaw tight as Four manhandled them.

Tentatively, Two reached out, their hand tangling around the material of Four's tie, as they gave it a slight tug, just holding on for support. Four offered no visible protest. The material was at least a bit grounding, anchoring them to the reality of the situation as their senses was flooded with Four's. His smell, the feeling of their breath and their lips on theirs.

The prodding at Two's senses was growing louder, more cohesive as it pushed calm content lust. Reluctantly, Two allowed the influence. It wasn't a massive shift, but the emotions fed to them chipped away at the grief in their chest, and Two felt a little lighter. Their breath hitched as Four gave one more tug at their lip, before he pulled away, Two loosely letting go of the tie between their hands.

Face flushed a darker blue, an almost purple tone, Four rasped a breath. "Get your gown off. Too much fabric," they growled, before dropping to the floor and undoing their pants. Two complied, riding the flowing fabric up to their waist, before just using their magic to pull it up and over their head, discarding it to the side of the mattress.

With his pants and boxers free, Four dropped his suit jacket to the floor, before getting back on the bed. Four left their button up and tie on, for now, ready to pounce on Two instead. Two was still in their undergarments, but Four would allow it for now. Four's hands squeezed at Two's hips, earning a little squeak, before he pulled at their waist, making them fall on their back, nearly hitting their head on the headboard.

Despite this not being the first time they did this with Four, they were always startled when the other Algebralian lunged for Two's collarbone. Two gasped, jolting as Four sunk their teeth into them. Two writhed beneath them, their arms curling over Four's back as they gripped at the fabric of his shirt.

Four grinded his half-hard cock at the fabric covering Two's crotch, a low growl in their throat as they sunk their teeth into Two's soft skin. Two shuddered, their head leaned to the side to allow more access to them. The blue Algebralian would release the spot, just to move to another, higher on Two's neck. It was less of a bite this time, more so a nip, as he rolled the skin between his teeth. They sucked at the spot, their round ears lowered, as the top of his head brushed against Two's chin.

Heart pounding as their skin was ravaged by Four, Two gave a light gasp, one hand unfurling from the fabric of the shirt. They brought the free hand up to Four's head, a slight shake to to them as they nestled their hand into the top of his head, gently scratching at the base of Four's ears.

Shuddering, Four's tail curled behind them, their bite loosening. Four's thrusts against Two's clothed inner leg and crotch slowed to a rhythm that followed Two's scratches. A rumbly noise skin to a purr emitted from their throat, intermixed with a growl, as he kissed the mark he left and traveled down, working on another.

Two tried to ignore the looming guilt they felt for doing anything other than mourning Gaty. Let alone this, trying to strengthen the loose connection they had with Four. Their guilt was clouded by the impression of emotion Four had passed to them, but it still felt like a rock in their chest.

There wasn't time for Two to feel guilt for long, as Four's hands ghosted up their sides, and to their fairly flat chest. Four gave their nipples a tight squeeze. Two squeaked, their back arching at the sudden pressure, but Four didn't relent. He just possessively continued to bite down.

Breathes hitched, Two's fingers curled at the hair by their fingers, heat pooling between their legs as Four played with the sensitive buds on their chest. "Four," Two strained, a needy little whimper escaping their lips.

Pulling their lips away from Two's skin with a pop, Four grinned. "You're mine right now," they grinned, sharp teeth on display. He was a possessive person, when it came to things and people. And right now, Two was decidedly his.

Leaning back, Four sat between Two's legs, fingers slipping into the waistline of Two's undergarments, Four tugged them down to expose their green partner. Two's dick perked up, free from it's restraint, but Four was more concerned with the cunt below it. Almost as soon as Two was exposed, Four's hands were groping at the folds of Two's pussy, his fingers gracing the entrance that was damp with arousal.

Two's face burned in embarrassment, pleasure bubbling as Four's cool hands prodded at them. They kept their breathes short, in and out their nose as they braced for more prodding from Four. As they thought would happen, Four's fingers plunged in further, two diving into their hole. A noise escaped Two's lips, jolting as Four gave no hesitation.

His fingers curling, Four dragged them in and out, stretching the tight ring of muscles. Every time he moved further in, lewd, wet noises filled the air as Two's wet walls parted, squelching around Four's fingers. They were prideful of how Two was quietly unwinding beneath them. Two's breathes hitched as they tried to push their thighs together, though Four blocked their path.

The pace that Four was setting was burning, and it flooded Two's face with heat. They bit at their lip, watching Four with wide eyes. Four's ears were leaned back, a wild look to their eyes and lips twisted back in a satisfactory, if almost predatory smile as he finger-fucked Two open.

Slowing down the thrusts with their finger, Four shifted gears, plunging themself in further rather than quicker. His lithe fingers as far into Two's hole as he could get, Four's fingers parted. He could feel the arousal and precum between his fingers, clinging to his digits as he spread open Two's walls.

Embarrassment continued to burn at Two as the sound of their now dripping cunt filled the room, their breath stuck in their throat as their hole was worked open. Their arms were limp at their side, but they were now burning with desire, even as Four moved so fast, care to the wind. Snaking a hand towards their cock, Four let out a hiss, his free hand snapping to the offending wrist.

"You're lucky I'm prepping you," Four growled. "Don't push it." Reluctantly, Four released Two's hand, grinding his teeth as he slowly rutted himself against the mattress. The hand inside Two continued it's pace, drawing back and pushing back in as they continued to scissor open their green partner's cunt.

Whine escaping Two's throat, their toes curling as their pussy was ravaged with Four's hand at a speedy pace and a chill running down their spine. "This-" their voice strained, a slight tremble to their words, "feels more like you fucking me with your hand. Rather than prep."

"It's prep," Four said plainly, as their only defense. Experimentally, he curled in the fingers inside Two, scissoring them a few times. Satisfied, Four pulled their hand free, rubbing their dirtied fingers on Two's plump thighs.

Two briefly mourned the absence of something filling them, quivering in anticipation as they watched Four position himself over them. Four sat nearly pressed against Two's crotch, his legs thrown over Two's as he took his hands, parting Two's folds.

In a blink of an eye, Four had thrusted themself forward into Two. Two shuddered, as Four pressed themselves in further, straddling their legs as they pushed themself into Two. Four muttered quiet swears as Two's walls pulsated around him, squeezing his cock. Neither Algebralian was particularly large when it came to what was between their legs, but for what Four lacked in length, he made up for in roughness.

After a heartbeat, Four begun to move, his hands moving to Two's waist, fingers digging into their skin as he begun to move. Rolling his hips, he angled himself, speeding up as he found his pace. His teeth was bared in a satisfactory smirk as he watched Two tremble beneath him.

Their heart fluttering, Two unwinded as Four pounded into them, dragging their hips back with every thrust in. Their sides were beginning to ache, words stuck in their throat as Four pounded themself into them. Two could barely hold still, their thighs shaking. Two's body jiggled with every thrust, their cock bouncing back and forth from Four's stomach to theirs, and the lack of attention on it was starting to drive them batty.

Four was pinned as close to Two as they could possibly be. Their skin, tacky with sweat, clung to Two's as he angled himself further into Two's cunt. Two gave a howl as Four's head struck their g-spot, writhing beneath their blue companion. Four let out an breathy little cackle, looming over Two as he penetrated them in deep, swift strokes in and out.

Two's pussy was soaked with arousal, spilling out from their folds. Every thrust was like a bolt of electricity to their body, striking their senses and screaming for attention. They were physically shaken from the force of Four, their head dizzy. The way Four's hands were pinning their side was a painful sort of pleasure, that demanded their attention.

Just the thought of being used like this made Two's heart jump. Four showed no mercy when it came to this particular partner. He knew that Two could (and would) stop him if they needed to, so he would take and take and take until Two made him stop. Four had a low growl in their throat, eyes fluttering shut as they sought their relief. Something about Two was intoxicating. Maybe it was the aspect that they got to have so much control over them, seeing them so vulnerable. Some satisfaction in getting to take out any grievances he has with Two in a pleasurable manner.

Really, fucking Two was a hell of a power trip. One that Four particularly enjoyed. They got startled as Two, with shaky hands, reached out and grabbed his tie.

Scrambling for words, eyes struggling to focus on Four, Two choked out their words. "Touch me? Touch my dick? Please?" They garbled, pleaded, as they neared their climax with shaking thighs.

"Don't tell me what to do," Four growled between their gritted teeth. They did, however, relent and released one of their hands from Two's hip and wrapped it around their dick. Continuing to pound into Two, their movements getting sloppy as they neared completion, Four squeezed at Two's cock at the base. The action gained a jolt of pleasure and pain from Two.

"Owe! Don't do that, please, move," Two whimpered, their back arched and chest heaving as their stomach coiled. Their foot gave an involuntary kick as Four gave one more tight squeeze to their cock, before releasing it.

"I told you not to tell me what to do," Four muttered, but was kind enough to move their fist, giving a few slow pumps to Two's length before speeding up, finding a rhythm of strokes and thrusts. Two's hands remained tangled in the fabric of his tie, giving a gentle tug at the fabric as they used it to ground themself.

Loud, broken up moans came from Two, their eyes squeezed shut as their hand recoiled around the tie, before they sputtered. "I'm- I'm cumming," they blurted out. Heat pulled at their stomach, and cotton filled their head as they came undone. Incoherent words sputtered from their lips as they came, Four's movements slowing to even pumps, as they let the tightness of Two's hole curl around them.

Four's teeth gritted, taking hitched breathes as they slowly worked themself against Two's cunt, their walls convulsing and clenching around their dick. He could feel Two's cum squelching inside their hole, dripping out their folds. Four continued to lazily stroke Two's cock which was dribbling with cum as well, albeit not as much as their cunt.

Two sucked in shallow breathes as they calmed themselves, their heart fluttering as their system was hit with a wave of pleasure and relief. The quiet push in their mind from Four was drumming louder with lust lust happy, only feeding into their experience, as they were compelled towards the emotion. For Two, it felt like their whole body was buzzing. Their thighs were trembling fiercely as Four continued to move.

Breath hitching, Four felt his own relief so painfully close, strung out right in front of him. He sped up his pace. Two squealed, their body jolting at the sudden increase in speed and pressure. Between the lustful suggestion pressed to them by Four, and the pressure between their legs, their brain was scrambling to keep up with the sensations that flooded their senses.

Satisfaction bubbled in Four's stomach as Two moaned and writhed beneath him, their back arched and fingers tugging at his tie as they gave a low moan with each thrust. Their dick twitched, balls strained before finally relief reached Four. Four gave a small gasp, burying themself deep into Two, as cum sputtered out in shots. Two's muscles untensed, melting into the bed as Four gradually came to a halt. He gave a few lazy thrusts, milking his cock of the cum left, before they were finally empty. They slumped forward, face flushed a deep purple and ears flopped forward as they stared to Two.

"Happy now?" Four crowed, a proud look on his face as he leered over Two, his cock still hilted into their cunt. He had dropped Two's dick, now rubbing at Two's hips where there were still indents from where he had anchored his nails into them.

Two gave a hum, head foggy. "Yeah," they slurred their words, head lifting slightly as they groggily looked to Four with a dopey smile. Right now, it was easy to just push everything from their mind, and focus on the give-and-take of emotions they were exchanging with Four. For the lust pride happy that Four was now sharing with Two, Two was pushing back with lust giddy content. Even if it was just for the moment, Two felt vaguely at peace.

Pulling out of Two, Four took pleasure in looking at the mess left at Two's hole, sticky wads of cum dripping down their pussy. A rough little rumble of a purr escaped them, as they looked over Two. Cum at their cock and spilling out of their pussy, bright bite marks at their neck and collarbone, Four felt they were well-fucked. Especially for such short notice. "You're a good whore for me," Four said with a toothy smile, straddling one of their plump thighs as his hands roamed up their body.

Laughter bubbled from Two's throat, as they reached for Four's arms. "You're always so cocky after I let you fuck me. I wanna do something to you. We should switch spots," Two slyly grinned, using Four's arm to pull themself up.

Four's jaw fell open. "I did not agree to this," they'd protest verbally, while doing nothing to stop Two as they sat up, grabbed Four, and dropped them to their back on the bed. When he was dropped, he let his displeasure known with a hiss, his hand snapping out and slapping at Two's.

Unphased, Two ran their hands down Four's clothed chest, squeezing his small breasts. "Four, you're always more humbled after I get my way with you. You should let me ride your face." Two fluttered their eyes to Four, who made a low screech.

"No! Your dick makes it weird! I hate eating you out!" Four growled with bared teeth, thrashing on the bed to get up. But Two pinned their wrists down, straddling their small waist.

Two tsked, applying pleasure to the blue Algebralian's limbs. "Just let me have you for a second, then. It's nice to see you under me," and it was true, they did. Four seldomly bottomed for them, but it was always a great experience. One that acts as proof that Four didn't hate them as much as he claims he does.

Fiddling with the buttons on Four's shirts for a moment, Two quickly gave in to their impatience, and used their powers to loosen the shirt and lose the tie. The fabric dropped loosely, draping over Four's torso, before Two got their hand on his chest.

Four's face continued to burn as Two fondled at his small tits. The mounds on Four's chest were just big enough to be considered feminine by earthly standards, not that Algebralians use such word to define their bodies.

The way that Four writhed, his breath heavy as Two toyed with him was pleasurable enough. Two took their time, fondling Four. Their fingers graced over his nipples, slowly twirling a circle into the buds that were hard beneath their touch. Two could feel Four's pounding heart, and it felt like power. Especially as they watched Four struggle to stiffle their moans.

As Two had their fun with his chest, Four's cheeks were puffed out, glaring daggers at Two as their tail twitched behind them in agitation. Their dick was riding right between Two's ass, and every little jostle was only exciting it further.

It was clear that Two noticed Four's excitement, as they teasingly arched their back, rubbing the erection between their plump cheeks, their two tails curling lowly, the thin fur brushing against his length. The attention finally made moans spill from Four's lips, their eyes squeezed shut, as they tried to work themselves against Two.

With amusement, Two's lips curled into a smile. They built a hair more pressure, allowed themself to arch into Four's dick for just a lingering moment, before sitting up on their knees, taking all of it away.

Four's eyes fluttered open, hands clawing at the comforter beneath them. "Two," they growled. "Two," he'd badger again.

"Oh," Two said casually. "I'm way to tired for more penetrative action. No way you could get off from just grinding, anyway," they said in their usually perfectly innocent tone. Four looked ready to bite their head off. "Oh? Do you want more?" Head tilted, Two raised a brow to Four.

"Do- something," Four grinded out through their teeth.

Mischief in their eyes, Two fluttered their lashes to Four. "I don't think that's how we ask for things, y'know."

With Four's body no longer entirely pinned, as Two was standing on their knees hovering above them, Four would take advantage of this fact. He scrambled up, lunging for a place on Two's body to latch his teeth onto, before Two grabbed them by the hair- narrowly missing their ears- and pulled them back. Four shuddered at the action, pleasure rippling through them with a slight, gaspy moan.

That caught Two's interest. "You like that? You're cute, y'know. I love getting to handle you like this. It's usually only X who gets to see the big scary Four act like this," they smirked, keeping a firm grip on Four's hair.

"Touch me," Four seethed, their eyes narrowed. Still, they were complacent in Two's grasp, like a scruffed cat.

Two was partially in Four's lap. Their genitals were barely apart. Actually, that's unfair, because Two's cock was brushed against Four's. This of course is what sparked Two's inspiration for what to do next. They hummed in mock contemplation, their free hand creeping between their legs.This made Four perk up, as they glanced down to what Two was doing. They inched themselves back, and arched their back until their small cock was nearly aligned with Two's.

Gently wrapping their hands around the two cocks, Two gave a few agonizingly slow pumps, hands just barely ghosting over the lengths that they pressed together. Four shivered, rutting himself against the offered hand and green dick.

After a few moments where the only noise was Four's heavy breathing, Two stilled. Four blinked, looking expectantly to Two, waiting for them to move again. Two offered a crooked little smile. "Don't you want to say something? I'm being really nice here, helping you cum again. Especially after you made such a mess of me," they coyly spoke, readjusting their grip on Four's hair, giving it a tug as they made him look them in the face.

"I hate you," Four seethed, ears leaned back and pupils narrowed.

"I think you said that already," Two said plainly. That did make them think though, did they say that already? They probably did. At least once. Honestly, Two didn't pay that close attention to when Four would say that. That didn't mean much coming from Four, these days. "C'mon, Four, you know what I want to hear." Shaking their head, Two would get back on track.

Four's tail gave a little lash to the side. "Please," he said as dryly as he could muster at the moment.

"Four," Two tsked. "You're going to hurt my feelings. C'mon, be more specific, please?"

A whine escaped from Four's lips. "Please keep touching me," they muttered, face still a bright purple, now in-part to embarrassment.

"Good Girl," Two mumbled, earning a shudder from Four. Still, Four was mostly quiet outside of a light moan as Two continued to stroke both cocks in their hand, their grasp tightened slightly. Four leaned forward, pressing themself against Two's chest as they heaved shallow breathes, balls strained as they grew close to their second orgasm. Two's arm was wrapped loosely around Four's back, hand in his hair as they embraced him.

Four slowly rubbed himself into Two, both their cock and hand, rolling his hips against them. Low noises escaped Two's lips, heart fluttering as they increased their speed. "You make pretty noises, Four. I like seeing you like this. I can take care of you too, y'know," Two purred, a low rumble in their throat.

Face still burning in embarrassment, Four's hands gripped onto Two's shoulders as they pressed themself against them. "No you can't. I hate you," Four let the hollow words linger. Both of their breathes were beginning to become ragged, as Two moved their hand with more desperation, the pair of green tails behind them intertwining and flickering.

Two hummed in acknowledgement, a smidge amused, as the hand at Four's hair gave a light tug to their scalp, claws scraping at the surface, inching closer to the base of Four's ears. Four's breath hitched, head leaning back against their touch. Two gave a smirk, satisfied, as they worked at the base of Four's ears. Four gave a little jolt, their thigh trembling at the sensations striking them.

Sunk against Two's chest, Four breathed in raggedly, before sinking their teeth into Two's shoulders. Their body trembled as they gnawed at Two's soft skin, rutting himself against Two. Two jolted at the sudden pressure at the skin of their shoulders, their tails standing on end behind them. Still, they knew that Four was into it, so they decidedly allowed it to continue. Their nails raked at the base of Four's velvety ears, hands nearly cramping from the repetitive, small scritches.

It was Four who came first. He had bit down harder on Two's flesh, eyes squeezed as he rocked himself against Two- before cum gave a quick shot from their cock, more pooling down their length. It only added as lubricant as Two continued, chasing their own relief.

A low growl escaped Four, clawing at Two's chest, desperate to grab something as they teetered towards being overstimulated. "Two," Four pulled their face out of Two's shoulders. "Two!" Growling, they thrashed on Two's lap.

"I'm almost done. If you need me to stop, use your words," Two managed to get out, voice strained with a slight tremble to it. They were thrusting into their hand and against the bottom of Four's cock with more urgency.

Regardless of how Four was feeling, they were far to stubborn to actually call it quits with Two. Because how embarrassing would it be to safeword-out for someone as soft as Two? Instead, Four was melting against Two's chest, trembling fiercely, as he gnawed lightly at any skin he could grasp beneath his teeth.

Breath hitching, Two's fingers curled at Four's hair, giving a tug. To their pleasure, it gave a sharp, loud moan from Four, who was tense atop of them. The blue Algebralian's noises only egged them on more, and as Four continued to squirm on their nap, Two's cock finally gave them some release. Cum sputtered from their tip, their movements drifting to a halt as they moaned, eyes wide and pupils dilated, as their cum sloppily mixed with Four's.

Two's hands was a slightly tacky, but mostly slippery mess. As was their dick, and folds, which were now slick with more cum. Their head felt light, and the touch of Four's body on theirs was intoxicating. It was hard to tell which emotion was theirs, and which was a push from Four's own state.

The both of them were sat curled together for a few moments, catching their breath. The hand that Two had in Four's hair had drifted down to the dip in his back, were they held Four's body loosely. Four's face was pressed into the crook of Two's neck, their palms resting lightly on Two's small but plump chest.

Sucking in a breath, Two pulled away, looking expectantly to Four. "I have some wipes. We can take care of the worst of this, and then get a shower?" They'd suggest, a hopeful tilt to their voice. Right now, Two can't have the person they really want. But having the other Algebralians lightened the load. Right now, having at least one of them in close proximity sounded really appealing.

It was clear that Four was picking up on Two's desperation for companionship. He scowled, slouched as they crossed their arms. "Fine," they relented. "But I will not be by your side everyday, all day. I'm just too tired to teleport myself back to my own room."

Two beamed with enthusiasm, craning their neck over Four's shoulders and using their abilities to open a bedside drawer, pulling out a small bag of wetwipes. Four dismounting from Two's lap, the pair were fairly quite as they worked on wiping off the worse of their mess, with Two grimacing at the sizable damp spot on their comforter. "Man. I really have to clean my bed now, don't I?" 

Four scoffed. "You say that like it's hard," rolling their eyes, Four dragged their fingers over his wipe a few more times, before running his hand through his hair, untangling large but loose knots from Two's pulling. Two had gotten some of the cum and arousal from between their legs and folds, but they'd have to wait for the nozzle of the shower to do the heavy lifting.

Eventually, the duo would be in the shower, washing away the sweat and cum. The shower was a bit of a tight fit for the two, but they made it work. Even if Four snapped his jaws like a dog anytime Two came to close to him. Two was left with a fair amount of bite marks, all over their upper body. Still, they felt no shame in carrying the reminder with them, especially with how proud Four was to mark others when they could.

When everything was done, and the two had shuffled out of the shower and patted themselves down with towels, Four gave a look to Two. "I'm going to spend time with X. You, find something something to do other than lurk in these rooms," they said with a scowl. They didn't give Two much of a chance to respond, before they were gone in a snap.

Two's mouth was open, having been ready to respond. "...You took my towel."

Snapped back into their room, Four looked around. It seemed that they had missed X leaving. They scowled. Still, he had enough decency to not go into lobby area of the hotel without dressing. With their hair still wet and cold on their back, they shuffled on something slightly more casual, dark gray slacks and a thick, pale blue sweater. Rifling around their drawers, and in a trinket box, they came away with a few yellow, and some yellow-and-blue friendship bracelets to satisfy their need to keep something reminiscent of X close to them.

For a few moments, Four's hand lingered at the rim of the trinket box. Their tail flicked behind them, and hastily, they slipped their hand back in, coming away with a gold ring with a green gem as the focal point. Four slipped it uneasily onto their other hand, looking at it for a moment with conflicted emotions, before grunting. He snapped his fingers and appeared in the kitchen, where X was splattered with pancake batter, stirring a bowl.

X's head perked up at the slight thump noise from Four landing. They spun around, nearly pulling the bowl of batter off the counter before catching themself. "Four!" They cheered. They jolted a little, like they were ready to lunge forward to embrace their blue partner, before looking down at their batter-covered overalls. "Oh," added X.

Lip quirking up, Four's magic brushed against the surface of X's clothes, making the messy batter splatter to the ground in a few small globs. X gave a cheer, once they were in the clear, and embraced Four. "I didn't know where you went!" They gasped, chin pressed against Four's collarbone as they looked up to him. "And then I was feeling all funny, and figured you had to have gone to Two!"

Four hummed, craning their neck to kiss X on the nose. "I was getting Two out of their depression," tail flicking, Four huffed, and fidgeted with the hand that had the ring. With the physical distance between them, the feedback loop of emotions from Two was weakened, but there was still a wave of calm calm contentment thrumming at the back of his mind that was distinctly not his. "I decided I was going to strengthen our bond so they could feed off my emotions. They needed something to get them acting like their annoying self again. Before these contestants revolt!"

X gasped in delight, pulling back. "I want to watch next time!" They exclaimed. Already, they could feel slight nervousness from Four. Still, they pushed it further, "or join."

Tail standing up, Four gave a little growl as soon as X mentioned the idea of joining. "I don't like sharing you!"

Cheeks puffed out, X stared defiantly at Four. "You get to sleep with them, I want to sleep with both of you! I like Two, and besides, if I join you, then they can feed off both of our emotions to stay positive! And aren't I happier than you are?"

"I'm very happy," Four said resentfully. "Why wouldn't I be?"

X blinked at him. "I know that you are most of the time, but it really doesn't come across. Even in our link, it feels like you're suppressing it," shrugging, X moved back to the pancakes, lifting the whisk and checking the consistency of the batter.

Four scowled, dragging his feet towards the fridge and getting out some packets of bacon to get started on cooking. "I'm a normal level of happy. Besides, it was enough to get Two moving."

Able to quite literally feel Four's discomfort on the subject, X switched gears. "And think about how much more happy we can make Two if it's both of us! Besides, they're Two. Shouldn't they get two people?"

Elongating their nails until they were sharp enough to cut through the plastic of the bacon packaging, Four huffed. "Technically it would make three. Two thinks they were starting to form some sort of bond with Gaty!"

X continued to messily give a few stirs to the pancake batter, which was just half an inch away from spilling out of the bowl. "It's not nice to talk about people behind their backs. Besides, Gaty isn't here, so Two needs us. Can we at least see if Two would let me join in sometimes?"

The thing is, that Four knew that their possessiveness and protectiveness towards X wasn't great, even if X happily rolled with the punches most of the time. But it was still hard to push it down enough so that X could be their own person. Teeth grinding like nails on a chalkboard, Four clicked their jaw. "I've used Two for sex because they don't mind me being rougher with them, and they feel comfortable getting rough with me sometimes. I don't want us to get carried away." The words felt like sand on their tongue, having to put their emotions to words, and express themself. Still, there's no person he's more vulnerable with than X. His other half.

Rocking on his heels, X looked towards Four. "I know you two would never ever hurt me on purpose! It doesn't have to be every time you want to have sex with Two. I just want a few chances, too. And we can expand our bond with them in other ways, too!"

Four groaned, laying bacon out on a tray to cook in the oven. "Maybe. To both," they gritted out.

Smiling brightly, X bobbed his head. "I'm taking that as a yes! Can we invite Two to help us cook? I bet they'd be really good at flipping the pancakes," he said eagerly, bouncing on their heels.

"And what will you be doing?" Four raised a brow. Decidedly not a no on the idea.

X pulled open the fridge door, peaking in. "I'll cut up the fruit! We have strawberries I can slice up. And I can wash the blueberries!"

And, well, Four didn't get to give X an answer, because Two appeared in the kitchen. With the high of their orgasm riding down, their happiness was a bit curbed again. A lot more subsided than what they were before Gaty's disappearance. But still, they had a nervous little smile to them and were dressed and groomed again. They had a flowy forest green skirt that went down to their knees, and a white sleeveless top that hugged their plump frame. It was the first time they put on real clothes in a while.

A bit nervously, Two looked at the pair. "Hey, guys," they waved with a subdued smile. "Can I join you? Maybe? I just got my blankets in the washing machine and uh, hiding out in here and doing some good, to feed us and the contestants sounds... Pretty good," they finished lamely. And really, they just needed somebody right now.

X gave their largest puppy-dog eyes to Four, who relented almost immediately, with a quiet confirmation through their link. X gave a cheer. "Yes! Of course, Two! I was just thinking about seeing if you wanted to join us!"

Almost instantly, Two's expression melted. "Really? That's so nice of you guys," they blinked, their expression shifting to something a bit brighter.

"You'll probably make the pancakes better than me, anyway! I already made the batter. I hope it's alright," they shimmied in place, looking hopefully to Two. Two blinked, turning to inspect the counter where the big bowl of batter was. They took the whisk lightly in their hand, the handle covered in batter, and gave it a few stirs, checking the consistency. They looked back to X, bobbing their head.

"Yeah, X, I think this looks fine!" Two reassured. Even if it was messy, and a bit watery, it should work just fine. "Oh, and you know the fridge is open, right?"

Lips forming an 'o', X spun around, moving to grab the containers of fruit so they could quickly close the door.

Four huffed, continuing his work on separating the bacon onto a tray with parchment paper. Their hands felt gross. Once the first tray was full, they refused to touch the next one until they at least wiped down their hand. Reaching over the counter, closer to where Two and the batter was, they saw from the corner of their eye Two going suspiciously still. Four raised a brow, glancing to them, before he realized what it was Two saw. The ring, and the green gem at it's center.

Two had slowly turned their head to Four, jaw slack and a mystified expression. Four's jaw clicked, as they scowled. "I still don't like you," they said stiffly, before snapping at the paper towels and wiping their hands. Eager to move on from the incident.

Still, Two's heart fluttered. Neither Four or X were a replacement for Gaty. But, Algebralians always tended to love and share relations more freely than earthlings. And Two needed companionship more now than ever.

Despite grumblings, Four would join Two the next day, to host the competition. And the quiet drumming of calm calm happy that Four tried his best to keep radiating for Two was enough to get them through the day.