Every End Has A Beginning

"Shadow Milk Cookie." His tone made no place for any type of negation. 

Pure Vanilla was sick of his incorporative partner as he was still needed to know if they heard him doing the thing he did with their clothes. To be honest he was growing extremely restless by how he was practically now towering under a nearly trembling Shadow Milk in his older and way more appetizing  outfit. The tight design must be something the other likes by how he had it in all of them so far but in this one he had put some coverage with robes. 

He looked so vulnerable.

The growing sensation of heat was making him sweat a little as the other was scared and helpless from what he could deduce. His thoughts were spreading into a swirling into a cooler mess of bliss and a considerate amount of the cookie under him in poses and outfits he would be shameful to describe out loud. 

A tight section around his clothing was slowly drenching and to his relief he was wearing so many layers it wouldn't be obvious. Looking down at the other he could see them in pristine latex clothing hands sighed to a pole legs spread. 

Oh how he would beg to see him like that.

He was so lost in the moment he didn't notice his hand losing place and slipping closer to the other as they recoil to only fail by being stopped by the board of the bed. But in all of it Pure Vanilla had fallen to be now closer to the other's face only centimeters away with a small yelp from the other by sudden movement closer. 

"Can you give a cookie some space? I don't need you literally cramping my style." A sneer from the other was only a whim in the back of his ears as the vibrating of his soul jam was way more potent. The need in his eyes must have been so obvious, as when he glanced up to the blue cookie he saw an equal amount of blush spread across their pale dough.

"I won't move until you answer my question." Now slightly back into consciousness it could be bold but his voice was raspy. 

Shadow Milk had muttered something under his breath and Pure Vanilla did not want to be unable to know at this particular moment. 

"What did you say?" It had given the other a spook from his own embarrassment from how close they were. 

"Nothing..." Only slightly louder than the phrase before. 

"I know you said something." He placed his hand in between the slim fit white trousers of the other dragging slightly closer to their crotch.

"I will not ask again. What did you say." Pure Vanilla had decided to take the forceful card and even when he didn't like using it, this was some sort of an exception.

"I said please don't touch me!!" A shrill shriek from the other caused Pure Vanilla to snap out of his trance of pleasure and realize just what he was doing. 

*Oh witches.

What have I done?*

Pure Vanilla had finally cleared his gaze to see the beast under him a deep blue shaking in fear or some other emotion, he couldn't really tell. Backing up and sitting on a small stool by the side as the Master of Deceit watched in surprise and stopped shaking which was some sort of a good start. What stabbed him in his heart was how as soon as he had moved away the other felt considerably calmer which was the opposite of his actual goal of befriending the cookie.

But he could not blame them after what they have seen and heard about some of the many fantasies he has had and if it were switched he would probably melt into a mess. Guilt quickly flashed through all the visions and was changed to how scared they looked by a cookie who was meant to be a friend to all. 

Shadow Milk was now staring in mostly hatred for now very good reason but there was a glimmer of surprise which hurt a lot worse. 

"Im sorry, I am so, so sorry."

Pure Vanilla kept his gaze glued to the floor as he couldn't bring his sinful eyes to look at the victim of his pleasure. Some of the part of him was now in fear of himself and how he was affected by Shadow Milk.

He had promised the kingdom to be a safe place yet here they were on the outskirts and the ruler of said kingdom harassing the blue haired jester. It was humiliating and also so out of character for himself.

"Would you like to left alone?" Pure Vanilla only felt worse being in the presence of the other and now wanted to give them some well deserved space. 

"Yes..." He looked so tired of it all and maybe just needed some time. 

"I understand... I will let you wander through the kingdom and such but I will be back in an hour with food to give you some substance."

The other's eyes were dull and looked like they were about to cry. 

"I want to talk after though when you are comfortable." He ended before he could get an answer even though there probably wasn't one.

Witches how had he screwed up so much? All he wanted to do is become friends and help redeem himself but now had destroyed any type of chances. 

He will see what he can in an hour.