Error watched as the door was quietly shut behind the figure who entered the dark room, being frozen in fear. There was only one person this could be, and yet, he was still holding onto the hope that it wasn't him. He watched as the dark figure walked to the side of his bed, and climbed onto it. Error backed away, shutting his eyes and whimpered right as a bright flash suddenly lit up the room for only a split second. When his eyes opened it was pitch black again, like before, but his eyes could still make out shapes. And from his scarf alone, he knew it was Ink. "No... nO PLeASe... pLEasE DoN't..." He began to shake, his breathing already heavy as tears pricked his eyes. He felt Ink climb on top of him and it sent him into silent hysterics. He was internally terrified, his mind screaming that Ink HAD to get off him right that second. He began crying harder.

"N-nO, nO, NO, p-PlEASe InK, D-d-D-doN'T..." Error cried harder, feeling Ink's hard wrap around his throat, squeezing as a warning before just resting there, "Quiet Error. I warned you before we got here what would happen if you told or let on what we did." He glared but Error couldn't really tell. Error looked to the door, silently begging that Dream would feel his energy and come to rescue him before Ink could ruin this new, safe place for him. Ink squeezed his neck to get his attention back. "Don't think he's coming to save you. Even if he could, why would he want to? You're nothing but a disgusting murderer who destroys innocent AUs and kills thousands of people." Ink scowled, and to Error, it sounded like he was just trying to justify it to himself. But his words still dug deep into Error. Ink never saw his side... he never even tried...

"I DiDn'T! I diDn'T mEAn To! PlEaSe! DoN'T rApE Me, PLEASE!! I'm sORrY! I'm sO SO SoRrY!!" Error was terrified. Ink smirked, letting go of Error's neck and backing up a bit, "I won't. If you pleasure yourself for me~" He purred. Error felt disgust and fear fill his being, "WhAt...?" He quietly whimpered. "You heard me. Strip, spread your legs, and start making yourself cum. If you don't, I'll make sure you limp tomorrow~" Ink's instructions didn't make Error feel any better, but he knew he had no choice. He slowly nodded, and he felt Ink slide off him. What was strange to Error, but he didn't dare bring it up, was the way Ink didn't turn any lights on. How would he see him? He had no idea, but he didn't care. He hesitantly removed his pants, placing them to the side. He saw the faint glow of his ecto, but the soft light was barely enough to illuminate anything. He still couldn't see Ink, but Ink could probably make out his body. Though that still didn't explain the lack of light.

But Error knew Ink would still be able to make out actions, and he knew he'd never get away with pretending to do it, and so he spread his legs a bit further and lowered a hand. The humiliation was quick to spread through his entire body. He felt tears welling in his eyes as a shameful, disgusting feeling began to form in his chest. He whimpered quietly as he used his hand to start rubbing. The small gasps and hiccups he was making caused Ink to shiver as he soaked up the arousal it created in him. Error whimpered and squeezed his eyes shut, trying to stop crying, trying to make it any less humiliating and dehumanizing. He rubbed faster, just wanting it over with. Ink watched the movement in the dark, licking his teeth as he saw the glow of his ecto body get brighter as he also got more aroused. This arousal caused Error more shame, and much more disgust with himself.

After a minute or so of rubbing himself, he was getting close to his peak, and Ink could tell, recognizing the jerky movements and noises Error was making. Error rubbed a bit faster, feeling a bit of relief that this would be over soon. But he was wrong. Suddenly, right before he could finish, Ink's cock slammed right into him. His eyes widened and he screamed, absolutely destroyed in that moment. All his previous hope, all the happiness he was sure he'd get to experience here, the feeling of safety, all of it was ripped away from him, and torn to shreds. "Don't stop rubbing. If you do, even for a second, I'm taking your ass tonight~" Ink warned. Error began bawling, but did as Ink instructed. He didn't want to take it there. He wasn't ready, he was terrified. He knew Ink had... put something there before... but he didn't want Ink's cock in there, and he certainly didn't want it unprepared.

Ink began to thrust harder, groaning as he felt Error spasming around him as he orgasmed. Error gripped the sheets with his free hand, and even as he was overwhelmed, he continued rubbing, even though his hand was getting tired, he would never let himself stop as long as Ink was threatening. "Tell me~ Hgh~ Tell me how I feel inside you~" Ink's order broke Error. The humiliation just the words alone made him feel was so strong he wanted to puke. He knew better than to not answer, knowing what happened all the other times he chose silence or to insult him instead. He began to visibly shake as his tears got heavier. "P-pLeAsE... PLeaSe DoN'T m-mAke Me..." He quietly begged. Ink suddenly pulled out, and lifted Error's legs, pressing his tip against Error's back entrance. Error screamed in pure fear, quickly forcing himself to sit up and cling to Ink.

"NO! No PLEAsE!! I-I'Ll bE GoOD!! I PRoMiSe! I'll TELl YoU, PlEAsE!! I-iT FeLt GOoD! A-ANd WARm AnD HaRd!!" Error's words proved to work out for him when Ink slipped right back inside him. Hearing Error say all of that turned him on way too much to bother with Error's ass anyways. He wrapped his arms around Error's waist and started fucking up into him, roughly and haphazardly pulling and lifting Error with his thrust. Error cried out, Ink's cock hitting somewhere special and deep inside him. "Help me move you on my cock if it really feels so good~" Ink moved faster. Error was disgusted with himself as he followed his order, beginning to move up and down, grinding down a lot, trying anything to get back on Ink's "good" side, though it wasn't like he had one.

Ink pulled Error's face down and kissed him, being rough as he pushed his tongue deep into his mouth. Error whimpered, but didn't dare try to fight or stop him. Error was suddenly pushed down onto the bed again, and Ink's thrusting got fast and very very rough right before he came. He continued fucking into Error, a few, hard thrust, to finish completely. Error could feel his cum deep inside himself as Ink pulled out. But Ink wasn't about to let it drip onto the bed, and quickly he leaned down and licked up what was about to drip out. Error cried out, his body overstimulated and tried as Ink started sucking and licking the cum out of him, his tongue going deep. Error was shaking as he came again, crying out and sobbing hysterically. Ink finally decided he was done, pulling away from Error and patting his head.

"You did good today~ I'll almost forgive you, but just know, if you fuck up again, you're going to deeply, regret it." Ink gave him a kiss to seal his threat. Error sniffled, nodding, "I unDErStAnd..." He whimpered out. Ink smiled, "Good~ Now get some rest, you'll need it~" Error couldn't tell if that was a threat, or if he was making fun of him for what just happened. Error nodded either way and slowly crawled into bed, pulling the blankets up over his shaking, aching body. Ink smiled again, getting up and leaving the room, shutting the door quietly behind him. Error suddenly became aware of what Ink had done when a sudden shimmer of rainbow appeared on the walls, only to fade, and suddenly Error knew. No one would know what happened to him. Ink had put up a magic barrier, preventing his energy and his screams from leaving the room. He cuddled into his pillows, pulling one down to hug close and hide his face in, wrapping his legs around it, again pretending it was Dream as he listened closely to the sound of the soft blowing sound coming from the heater.

When he woke the next morning, it was to the sound of a knock on his door, and Blue falling through that breakfast was ready. He gave a "okay" in response, and slowly sat up. His body was sore, and his head was still reeling from all the emotions he had felt the night before. He looked over the bed, feeling like it was tarnished. Like him. He no longer felt safe and comfortable in it the way he had before. It felt just as disgusting and terrifying as being back in the dungeon Ink had created for him. He got up shakily, almost falling to the floor. Which didn't matter, as he purposely allowed himself to as he threw up. He hadn't eaten much of anything lately, so after he had thrown up four or five times, nothing else would come up. He felt terrible and sick, keeling over on himself, his arms wrapped around his stomach.

His stomach.

The words suddenly made his eyes shoot open and he forced himself to sit up. He knew he could just be throwing up from the disgust and many other emotions he was feeling right now, but as he lifted his shirt, he realized he wasn't that lucky. After all the times Ink had came inside of him, they didn't get lucky this time. Inside his stomach, was a small, baby soul. He cried out in grief, but made sure to muffle it by biting into his arm. Ink's baby was inside of him. He had thought it was impossible for him to get pregnant, what with his fucked up code and his need to destroy and lack of any ability to create anything. And he had been hoping that was true. But it wasn't. And the baby inside of him could testify to that. He began sobbing, pulling his shirt down as he kept his mouth covered. What was he going to do? Ink would be furious with him. And what would happen if the others found out?