He felt her lips upon his. Not Emilia-tan's lips, or Rem-rin's. No. They were the lips of Capella-chan. Mama. And he was returning the kiss. Their tongues intertwined, writhing together. Wrapping around one another, swapping spit as drool fell from the lock.

"Such a good boy~" she muttered, a hand gently petting his hair. "A good boy for Mama~"

Those words sent such delightful shivers up his spine. Yes. He was a good boy. He liked being a good boy. Her good boy. Because he belonged to her. He was Subaru-kun, Mama's pet.

Capella-chan pulled away from his lips, eliciting a whine from him, making her giggle. Such a melodic sound. She moved to the bed, spreading her legs for him, revealing her glistening nether lips. Subaru licked his own, making her grin.

"You can drink Mama's juices later, my dear Subaru-kun. For now, you get to take the dive."

He knew what that meant. He moved forward. He angled his hips to hers. He took aim. Before he thrusted inside of her, he looked her in those gorgeous rubies.

"Capella-sama… I lo-"

Subaru's eyes came right open, snapping back to reality. At first he was relieved. He was just in his bed with Beako. Then, horror filled him. If he was in his bed, not with Capella, then that meant…

Barely remembering to keep from waking Beako up, he got out of the bed and went to the bathroom, feeling his stomach churn. Reaching a bucket, he was just in time to vomit the contents of his stomach into it, disgust and self-loathing filling him.

A wet dream. He had a fucking wet dream about her. A-And he was on the verge of saying it… those three words, those eight letters. Meant for someone special to you. And he dreamed of saying them to her.

Still expelling the contents of his stomach into the bucket, tears rolled down his face, a sense of despair engulfing him. His whole body shook. He had to accept the truth.

He lusted for her. He desired her. He hated everything about her, and at the same time, he was filled with a desperate need for her.

Finally done puking his guts out, he was barely thinking as he rolled down one of his sleeves. He was disgusting. He was filth, and he needed to punish himself for that. To punish himself for lusting after such a loathsome being.

Well practiced in this activity, his nails tore through the skin in seconds. He quickly set into the familiar pattern of trailing them up and down his arm, feeling blood begin to trickle out. He dug his nails into his flesh, he bit his lip until it bled. Anything to punish himself for being so disgusting.

Scratch

He didn't know how long he was doing it. A minute, five minutes, ten minutes. He couldn't think, his hand moved automatically.

Scratch

Looking down at his arm, he could see streams of ruby drip down it. Ruby. Crimson. Scarlet. Shades of red. Like her eyes. Her beautiful, captivating eyes.

SCRRRATCH

He dug his nails deeper, he trailed his hand up and down faster. Deep in the back of his mind, he realized he was starting to get close to his veins. Maybe he'd already scratched one. But that was okay. An incompetent, disgusting meatbag like him deserved it. Deserved to suffer, deserved this pain, deserved having her pin him down and take h-

A hand grabbed his own, keeping it in place and sending a jolt of surprise up his spine. Turning his head, he saw the familiar, butterfly-shaped pupils of Beatrice.

She'd known something was wrong when she woke up in the middle of the night, and her Subaru wasn't here. Already knowing just where he would be, she ran as fast as her little legs could carry her to the bathroom.

When she got there, Beatrice came across a painfully familiar sight. Her contractor, her Subaru, on his knees, furiously scratching at his arm, streaks of crimson running down the limb and coating his nails as he stared into space vacantly, teeth biting at his bottom lip.

As always, sadness filled her being. She hated seeing her Subaru like this. She hated even more that she could tell he hadn't done it this badly in a while.

Rushing forward, she grabbed his hand, stopping it in place and causing him to lightly jump, confirming her suspicion he hadn't even noticed her. As his head turned, Beatrice could see faded trails of tears on his cheeks.

Before the spirit could say a single word, Subaru wrapped his arms around her waist, planting his face into her dress as he sobbed. One hand petting his head in an attempt to soothe him, the other healing the self-inflicted lacerations, her nose wrinkled, head turning to follow the smell.

Finding the source, she stared at a bucket filled with vomit and bile. A nightmare. He'd had a nightmare, retreated to the bathroom to expel the contents of his stomach, and after that, had fallen into his horrific habit, she concluded. A sense of guilt and failure filled her. Beatrice knew one of the main reasons, besides Beako cuddles, that he had her sleep beside him was to keep the nightmares away, and she'd failed to do that one task. She quickly squashed it, knowing her Subaru wouldn't want her to feel that way.

She wanted to ask what the nightmare was, but decided against it. It must have been truly horrible, and she didn't want to make her Subaru relive it by recounting its events to her. If he wanted to tell her, he could, but she wouldn't force him.

Feeling his sobs die down, she looked down, meeting his still watery eyes, snot dripping down his nose. Still caressing his scalp, now done healing his injuries, she asked a question.

"Did Betty's Subaru have a nightmare, I suppose?" she asked.

Brief hesitation, then a nod. This was common enough that she knew he wouldn't always be eager to talk afterwards.

"Does he want to talk about it?"

A shake of his head, firm in its refusal.

"Does he need a few more minutes to let it all out, I suppose?"

He thought for a few seconds, then shook his head again.

"Does Betty's Subaru want to go back to our bed?"

A nod.

Helping him back up to his legs, Beatrice began to walk with him back to their bedroom, holding his still shaky hand, ready for him to collapse again at any second. She left the bucket where it was, it could be taken care of later. Her Subaru was more important.

Back at their bed, she pulled the blanket over them, getting into their usual position. He was quick to wrap his arms around her, holding her as close to him as possible. Beatrice didn't allow herself to fall asleep until she heard his soft, steady breaths.

Notes:

Here's the second omake! A few who've paid attention to my reddit account for a while might realize this has similarities to a post about a preview of chapter two I made. I made some adjustments, and omake two was born. Another thing: I am open to suggestions for omakes, and they can either be put in the reviews or PM'd to me. Hope you enjoyed it.