#please note how calling him terzo becomes easier for omega with time

[delusionalbitchinthehouse]

Terzo's hands are always cold. I...I put angst in it. Sorry ?

"Your hands are cold, Cardinal," Omega remarks as he helps the man down from a ladder in the Ministry's library. Terzo, gloveless for once, a heavy tome tucked under his arm, glances up at Omega in surprise, then down at where his hand rests in the ghoul's much larger one.

"Ah, yes, poor circulation and all that. I apologize if it bothers you ; I forgot my gloves in my room."

Terzo makes a move to retreat his hand, but Omega holds fast to it. Bother him ? How could the man's touch ever bother him ?

"Not at all, Cardinal. It was merely unexpected."

Terzo's lips quirk up in his trademark insolent grin.

"I am full of surprises. And I told you, it's Terzo."

"Terzo," Omega corrects himself with a hint of smile in his voice.

Though the man cannot see his face behind the mask and hood, he seems to catch Omega's amusement, mismatched eyes glistening with glee at being responsible for the ghoul's pleasant mood.

His hand squeezes Omega's, coolness seeping under the ghoul's skin like a brand.

"I am going to melt my way back into the Pit," Alpha complains, collar obscenely wide open, almost down to his belt, mask long since discarted. Practice is running late, and the suffocating weather is getting to everyone.

Omega can feel his uniform stick uncomfortably to him, even with a few buttons left open - far less than Alpha still. The quint's mask, though, remains on.

"You sure you don't wanna lose the head cooker, 'Megs ? If you get brain-fried, no one's strong enough to carry you back to your room, princess."

Omega huffs and half-heartedly growls at the mouthy fire ghoul.

"I'm fine. And you've carried me before, asshat."

With a snort, Alpha petulantly crosses his arms.

"Yeah, no, not lifting anything in that weather."

Their banter is interrupted by a mildly entertained Papa.

"Enough, enough you two. You do look a bit hot, dear Omega. Are you positive you are feeling alright ?"

There is concern under Terzo's amusement as he steps closer, brow furrowed under the papal paint. He looks majestic, embracing his still relatively new role like this, easily slipping into the authority of his title.

"I promise I am fine, Papa, it is simply a bit warm."

With a sceptical hum, Terzo reaches out to press a bare hand on the side of the quint's clamy neck, gloves forgone in such a weather.

Omega ever so slightly sags into the touch, hoping that his fellow ghouls won't pick up on it. It isn't only the blissful coolness of the man's palm that warrant such a reaction from Omega, but the ghoul is not ready to look too much into it.

"I've been told my hands are cold," Terzo smirks, sparkling eyes crinkling in the corners. "Is it helping ?"

Omega's voice catches in his throat.

"Yes, Papa."

It certainly does send a pleasant shiver down his spine.

"Good. And it's Terzo, for Lucifer's sake," the man huffs, ignoring Delta's grumble about also being cold to the touch.

When Terzo pulls away, knowing smile tugging at the corner of his lips, Omega mourns the contact, eyes straying to the man's hands longingly.

Terzo tastes divine, and Omega is nothing if not a creature of indulgence, licking into the man's mouth like a beast starved for more of this addictive flavor that is so intimately Terzo.

Omega wants to devour him whole.

He paws at the man, blindly gropping his hips, his waist, his shoulders, growling when Terzo is forced to pull away to take a shuddering breath in.

"I've been...wanting to do this...for so long," he pants, paint smudged around his mouth. Omega groans, enamored with the pink the confession brings to Terzo's ears.

If he's being honest, Omega saw it coming. Ever since he started losing the mask in front of him, Terzo had seemed incapable of not staring at the ghoul, eyes lingering on his lips any chance he got.

"Me too," the quint sighs, promptly molding their mouths together again. His tail wags helplessy when Terzo's hands start to roam, deftly unbuttoning his uniform after a pause to ensure Omega would let him. The ghoul burries his nose in Terzo's neck, inhaling his scent, grazing his teeth against the delicate skin.

Terzo pushes the uniform off his shoulders, eager. Omega yelps, back hitting the closed bedroom door.

"Shit, fuck, sorry, are you okay ?" Terzo mumbles, eyes searching, hands stilling where they're splayed over his chest.

"Yes, fine. Hands. Cold. Surprised me," Omega chuckles, pressing a soft kiss under Terzo's ear. The man hums.

"Do you want me to stop ?" he teases, still tortuously unmoving. Omega grunts, letting his lips peal back in a playful snarl, thick fangs scraping more insistantly against Terzo's neck.

"If you stop, I might bite, Terzo Emeritus," he warns. Unbothered, the man tangles his hand in Omega's hair.

"Oof, the governement name. Please do, my dear Omega, I fear that sounded more arousing than you planed it to."

Groaning, Omega presses his forehead to Terzo's.

"You're impossible."

A sparkling, hungry grin as hands start to explore once again.

"That I am."

It's late, and there isn't enough light in Terzo's bedroom to see much more than vague shapes, yet he still traces Omega's scars and tattoos with perfect accuracy, raising goosebumps on his skin.

"Ah, I forget," Terzo whispers in the dark, head resting on Omega's chest, "cold hands. You're shivering, my love."

The quint grabs Terzo's wrist before he can withdraw his hand.

"I don't mind, Terzo, you know it."

With a content sound, Terzo keeps going, fingers skimming over the burn on his side, the latin sentence on his hip, the stretch marks on his belly, touch light and reverent. Omega exhales a pleased sigh, tugging Terzo closer until he can kiss him slow and soft, gasping when another cool palm comes to hold his face with a tenderness that could make his ghoulish heart burst.

"How did I get so lucky ?" the quint whispers in what very little space he finds between the both of them. "You are a dream come true, love."

Terzo huffs, white eye stark against the general darkness.

"I'd argue I'm the lucky one, my dear Omega."

Those careful fingers glide over his features, leaving cold trails of worship, and Omega closes his eyes.

"Not like this. Not like this, please," Omega whispers, voice hoarse, clutching Terzo's hand. Even through the leather of the glove covering it, it's so cold.

With a sob, Omega bows his head, forehead thumping against marble.

"Please, Terzo, don't do this to me, please."

But there is no answer, and the hand in his is cold in a way that means something far too catastrophic for Omega's brain to wrap around it.

See, this is nowhere near the usual chill of Terzo's perpetually cool fingers, the gentle coldness of his palm teasing aginst Omega's skin. No, this is a frigidity that speaks of absence.

Absence of life.

On his knees before his lover's body, Omega finally understands that he never knew real cold before this moment.

[erin-writes-ghost-fluff]

Like the old days part 2

A/N: sequel to this, so read part one, for context! No minors! This one is a little shorter.

Fandom: Ghost

Characters: Terzo, and Secondo

Warnings: Tickles, swearing

Summary: With Copia taken care of, Secondo sets his sights on his smallest brother...

Note: Using the fanon idea that Primo, Secondo, and Terzo are just code names. The brothers have actual names that are used with each other and ghouls they are close to. My bf chose these names and they're so pretty ;;

Alessandro- Terzo

Armani- Secondo

Italian translation: Stronzo- asshole

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Copia decided to resume his duties and go about the rest of his day, acting like his older brother didn't nearly just murder him. If Secondo ever did that again, he swore he'd die on the spot.

Secondo was now making his way down the hall, towards Terzo's dorm. He was the little shit that rigged the sink, after all. Terzo was panicking, hearing footsteps heading in his direction. Those most certainly weren't Omega's...

"Alessandro...." Secondo was calling, as he closed the distance between himself and the door.

Terzo leapt from his desk, pausing his work to hurry and lock the door. He knew he was in deep shit, whenever one of his brothers used his birth name. Only trouble was, Secondo was already halfway in his room now.

"Fuck you!!" He cried, a note of fear in his voice as he forced the door shut, holding it.

Secondo grunted as he was pushed out, a growl emitting from his throat. Terzo's hand fumbled with the lock, as he tried to hold the door shut.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, please-" He chanted, gasping when Secondo pushed back, the door opening effortlessly.

Terzo didn't have much strength, after all, being so short. He yelped, losing balance and landing on his rear, gazing fearfully up at his older brother.

"Just for that... You're getting it worse than Copia."

The third Emeritus scooted backwards, trying to scramble to his feet, but his legs became tangled up in each other, causing him to trip and fall again.

Secondo actually barked a laugh at this, his job now much easier. He knelt down next to Terzo, rolling him on his back.

"Didn't expect you to eat shit but this works."

"What are you doing?" Terzo asked, still trying to get to his feet.

Secondo used one hand to pin the younger's arms above his head.

"You'll find out. Any blood?"

Terzo's brows furrowed. "...What?"

Secondo rolled his eyes. "Did you break your nose, chip a tooth? Any of that?"

"....Since when did you give a shit about any of us?"

That was his cue. His fingers poked and prodded against Terzo's ribs, causing yelps and snickers.

"Just shut up and be thankful I'm not throwing you off the roof of The Ministry, you little shit."

Terzo laughed harder at this, as well as Secondo now scratching at his ribs, instead of just prodding.

"Haha, you love me!" He taunted through giggles, before Secondo switched to squeezing his hips, causing him to shriek with laughter.

"You should have shut your mouth when I said to!" He grumbled, though he smirked at how frantic and desperate the other's laughter had become.

Terzo's spots hadn't changed with age either, Secondo noted mentally. He still lost his shit when someone got his hips.

"St- stop!!" The younger one cried, through his borderline hysteria, letting out a cackle that sounded almost like a witch.

Secondo couldn't help but snort at this, admittedly finding Terzo's laughter contagious. Particularly when the current frontman started making funny noises.

"ARMANI!" Terzo squealed, "YOU FUCKING BASTARD!"

Ok, maybe it was time to switch spots. After all, Terzo could never handle being tickled for long. Especially on his worst spots. Secondo smirked, continuing to hold up his brother's wrists with one hand, while the other scratched and scribbled around under his defenseless arm.

"Any better?" Secondo snickered, knowing full well what the answer would be.

He was answered by belly laughter and swears in Italian.

"No? What about here?"

He left Terzo's underarms to scratch under his knee. Admittedly, a shared spot between the two. The pope star squeaked, his laughter dying down just a bit, thrashing his legs and bucking, trying to throw his brother off.

"Stronzo!!" The singer giggled, his laughter high pitched and bubbly. "Let me go, please!"

The elder of the two found himself laughing along. It had been too long since he'd had a moment like this with Terzo as well. That was when he wasn't trying to kill the little shit, growing up. He may have locked his younger brother in a walk in freezer, when they were seven.

"Fine. I'll let you go, Alessandro. I think you've learned your lesson. But not before one last thing..."

Both hands now slid a little ways past behind Terzo's knees. The smaller man immediately went into a giggle filled panic.

"No! No, no, not there, mercy! Mercy!"

Secondo had none to give. Without another word, he began to lightly squeeze and pinch at Terzo's calves, causing him to explode back into belly laughter. He squirmed, trying to dislodge the offending, rude fingers. But no matter what, they followed.

When Secondo began using his thumbs to rub circles into the spot, his brother's laughter grew louder and higher. The second Emeritus found himself nearly bucked off this time. Terzo swore he was fighting for his life.

After what seemed an eternity, Secondo removed his hands and got off of his exhausted brother.

"Are you dead?"

"Fuck you, yes. Yes I am."

Secondo snickered. "You look alive to me. I think you'll be fine.

Terzo grumbled, getting to his feet glaring daggers at the taller of the two.

"What the fuck, Armani? That was just sadistic!"

"Yeah? You should have remembered that I don't play fair. Now, get back to work. I don't want Sister on your ass."

Some muttering in Italian was all he got in response. With that, Secondo took his leave. Terzo sat at his desk, trying to fix his hair and make sense of what just happened. His brother hasn't been that playful in a rather long time. And when he thought about it, he found himself almost missing it.

Their childhoods hadn't been the best, but there were still light moments despite the pain. They had each other at least. Terzo soon found himself smiling at the memories that had resurfaced.

As soon as the day was done, he decided he was going to short sheet Copia's bed, just for the hell of it.