A gay story: Firecracker *Hey y’all. It was nice to have a break with no dangling story threads to worry about.
This story was one I had cooking for the Halloween story contest, but it took me a few extra months to finish it. For anyone who has read my ‘Bottom Tier’ stories, this is more of that format.
This story, as it stands alone, is a complete story with a beginning, a middle, and an end. If I never wrote another chapter of it again, I wouldn’t feel guilty.
That being said, I feel like I’m not quite done with Willem and Isaac.
Please enjoy!
All Characters are 18+*
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“The unfinished house has been reported to be ‘haunted’ because of the abnormally high rate of accidents within. Four men have been injured in the wreckage, which doesn’t seem unusual, but the odd thing is that these only seem to happen at night, when the men weren’t even supposed to be in the building, weren’t even on duty.”
Willem was in a bar, so he watched the scrolling black subtitles under the woman’s earnest face to get the news story. The woman’s face was occasionally replaced with pictures of the building, a derelict old house with peeling blue paint and a sagging roof. And then again to a hospital, showing the four injured men with their faces blurred.
Willem couldn’t be sure without seeing the faces, but he thought he could see some of the telltale signs. He reached for the bowl of pretzels and popped the stale snacks in his mouth, chewing thoughtfully. The screen was reflected in his pale grey eyes.
“The company in charge of construction has told us that there has been some untoward behavior, drinking and partying in the ruins at night, and that any injuries are the fault of this behavior. However, we have testimony from a worker who will be referred to as ‘C’, who states that each of the men was in the building alone, while the injuries occurred. This is Laurie Dhue, from Fox News.”
Willem rolled his eyes. Fox was bound to report it wrong, but it wouldn’t kill him to look. Activity was rare in the small town that he lived in, but Minneapolis was only an hour’s drive away. If it really was something above and beyond human stupidity, maybe Willem could do something to help.
It would only be a little while until the deaths started, if it really was what Willem thought it was.
Willem glanced around the bar. It wasn’t a loud flashy bar, but just a quiet hole in the wall where men could meet and hook up. Willem knew most of the regulars, but there was a sweet young thing at the other end of the bar, looking around nervously and nursing a beer.
He had to be one of the kids from the college, sneaking away to the next town over to avoid being seen. He had shaggy brown hair and slim shoulders. He was dressed in jeans and a button-down shirt and converse sneakers. He seemed to be trying to take in everything at once with his wide green eyes.
Willem moved over and sat next to the young man, who glanced at him, startled. Like a rabbit in a den of weasels.
“Buy you a drink?” Willem said smoothly, gesturing to the beer glass, nearly empty.
“Um, sure?” The kid couldn’t have seemed less sure. He was eyeing Willem warily. Willem just gave his most charming smile and gestured for the barkeeper.
“Top off this young man’s drink, and give me a Cuba Libre.”
The drinks were in front of the pair in less than a minute. Bud Lite, and coke and rum with lime. Willem took a sip of his drink and started to talk to the young man, who loosened up slightly. The young man’s name was Maxwell.
It was getting to be about eleven when Willem put his hand on the young man’s shoulder for the first time. “Tomorrow is a Saturday, do you have any obligations?”
Maxwell glanced at the older man that had approached him in the bar. There was something about Willem that he couldn’t put his finger on. Something frightening. Physically, he was just a tall slim man with dark red hair and a great smile and sexy grey eyes. Good looking, with a nice physique and a touch of chivalry, buying the drinks and acting the gentleman. He should have been all over the guy.
But Max just couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something off about Willem.
“I’m very sorry.” The young man murmured, getting up. “I… I have somewhere I need to be tomorrow. Here.”
Maxwell was fumbling money from his wallet, blushing bright red.
Willem sighed. “You’ve had a bit to drink. Let me call you a cab. No, no keep your money. I had a nice time and a nice talk.”
Willem made sure to see the tipsy boy into a cab and back to the college. He was in a darker mood than he appeared. All he could think about was the stream of handsome faces that had hesitated before coming to his bed, or made sure to get away after they had slept with him once.
He was an attractive man, a kind, intelligent, and successful man. Modesty wasn’t his strong point, but he knew that he was good in bed.
But he always drove them away. They could always sense that something wasn’t quite right.
Willem walked out to his car. He had nursed one drink all night long and wasn’t feeling the effects. He started to drive north to Minneapolis. He was angry, and he hoped that there really was a demon in that house. He wanted to take out his anger on something.
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Eli Burns had shut down the construction site. The injuries were more baffling and complex than anyone knew. He had shut down the construction site after the first two incidents, but another of his men had wandered in late at night, and the most recent attack was on a local homeless man.
Nobody but the police and the contractor knew that they were attacks.
The four men in the hospital had each lost a huge impossible amount of weight in one night. Almost forty pounds on one of them. They all had burn marks around their lips and genitals and eyes. The last man hadn’t yet woken up, and the other three remembered nothing.
Eli Burns knew that it wasn’t his fault. The first had been deemed a freak accident and the entire foundation had been searched, safety and security had been tightened, and hours had been reduced. After the second attack he had stopped the project indefinitely.
He had reacted properly, and yet if the attacks continued, he would turn into the scapegoat. He already knew that the media was trying to pin it on him, making it seem as if construction had continued after the horrible injuries.
He heard a knock on the door of his office and checked the clock. It was after midnight. Who the hell was here after midnight? Burns was here for the overtime himself, knowing that it might be a while before he got paid at all, much less overtime.
“If you’re with the press, television, radio, anything at all, fuck off. No comment, no trespassing.”
He thought that whoever had come knocking had left, but then he heard a soft male voice. “How long did the comas last? It’s hard to get information from the hospital.”
Eli Burns froze.
“I didn’t commit the crimes, if that’s what you’re thinking. But I know that I can stop them.”
“Who are you?” Eli snarled, grasping his company-issued cell phone in his hand, ready to flip it open with his thumb.
“My name is Willem, and I’m afraid you might have an infestation. With creatures like this, it only takes one or two to qualify as an infestation. I’m something of an exterminator.”
Burns wanted to flip open the cell phone and call the police badly. But something in the man’s voice reassured him.
“Trust me. You don’t have to see me, or speak to me again, but I can get rid of your problem. I just need some information.”
“Why should I trust you? You could be the attacker! What do you want, money?”
“I am not the attacker, and no, I do this service for free. Just tell me what you know about the victims so I can know what I’m dealing with. I don’t need to know names or phone numbers. Just the gender, age, and symptoms.”
Eli relaxed slightly, keeping his hand on the phone.
“Three construction workers and one bum. All were men. Forty-year-old hispanic fellow, thirty-eight-year-old white guy, twenty-six-year-old white guy. The bum was black, and they don’t know his age. Each of them was in a coma for three to five days after their attack, and they all had burns on their eyelids, mouths, tongues, and dicks. They don’t remember anything, not even the day before they were attacked, and the bum still hasn’t woken up.”
“Thank you, I’ll take care of your problem now. If you call the authorities, and trust me, I’ll know if you call them. I wont.”
Then the voice was gone.
Eli glanced down at his cell phone. There was no way the guy could know if he called the authorities, was there?
Eli decided to wait one night, then alert building security. He stayed in his office all night though, afraid to walk out before all of the building’s lights were turned on.
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Willem stood in the middle of the empty street, eyeing the sagging yellow police tape that had been strewn over the chain-link fence surrounding the house. Some construction equipment lingered, cinderblocks and plywood, but the vehicles were gone.
Something was in there, and Willem knew what it was almost one hundred percent. He hadn’t had to deal with a succubus in a long while, but at least he knew it would be easy. Most demons were like animals, harmless if left alone. Willem usually only had to deal with the ones that were frightened or crazed by busy cities or humans that could see them. But succubi and incubi were a different story. They were malicious sexual vampires that fed off of living energy.
He quickly climbed the chain link fence and landed on the torn-up mud that had once been the yard. He climbed through a smashed window and looked around in the near-darkness, his pale eyes glowing very slightly.
He was surprised to hear a soft mewling sob. “Hello?” Willem murmured, flexing his hands. As long as he could get a hold of a demon, it was as good as dead. “Who’s there?”
Willem moved over the creaking and rotten floorboards, following the sobbing. A quavering voice whispered, and Willem strained his ears to hear.
“Papa?” The voice whispered. “Papa? Is that you?”
Willem felt cold. Had the succubus dragged some little kid in here? The voice sounded older, husky, but even a grown man could be reduced to begging for his mother and father after a succubus was through with him.
Willem turned the corner into some sort of living room. There was no furniture, but something small was huddled in the corner under a pile of stiff canvas drop-sheets, splattered with pale blue paint.
“Papa?” Whispered the pile of drop-sheets.
Then, the creature inside pulled back a sheet to reveal a dark mussed head with a pale heart-shaped face. Dazed glassy eyes peered out into the moonlit room. Willem squinted, and he saw the tiny horns in the messy black hair. They were like sheep horns, ribbed and curled slightly back, but what was unusual was the size. Willem had seen incubi and succubi before, and they had horns as long as a man’s arm. This dazed and confused little creature only had horns the size of a curled finger.
“I’m so hungry, Papa.” The little creature whispered. “So cold… Papa?”
“Yes, I’m here son.” Willem murmured, curious. He paced several yards away, knowing that these demons could be fast if they needed to be. The strange little incubus crawled out of the drop-sheets.
Small and skinny though he was, tufts of dark hair under his arms and between his thighs revealed him to be older than Willem thought. His hair was a tangled rat’s nest and his horns were shiny-black. His eyes were dazed and dark and hungry, and his skin was moon-pale. He lacked the great raven-wings that Willem had seen time and time again, and only had tiny vestigial wings on his shoulder blades.
The boy was crawling to him on his hands and knees, and Willem felt the glammour. The boy was alluring enough, but he felt the attraction that could be used to draw humans in. The boy flopped onto his back, spreading his legs to show the surprisingly large and thick penis that swelled into a powerful erection. Underneath the penis was a set of heavy testes and a small twitching pink hole, lined with crinkly dark hairs.
The eyes were dazed and hungry. Willem could see the little creature’s ribs and hip bones. He was trembling.
“Hungry little incubus… why are you so small? Are you a baby?”
The boy shook his head, even more confused. “Papa?”
Willem shook his head, walking in circles, keeping his distance. His own erection distended the crotch of his jeans, but he kept himself removed, protected from the little incubus’ glammour by his own force. “No, not a baby. Even baby incubi have large horns, and a tail. Do you have a tail? Little one?”
The boy rolled over onto his hands and knees, following him like a stray dog. He could see a long fuzzy tail, like a cat’s tail. Except that it forked at the end into two separate swishing limbs.
“Papa?” The boy mewled.
Willem shook his head slowly and sadly. “I’m not your Papa… You killed him, didn’t you? You’re a halfling. Was it your mother or your father that was human?”
The boy shook his head slowly. The creature was very confused and weak from hunger. Willem knew that he should just swallow the little halfling up, end it’s misery, but he was so curious.
He unbuckled his belt and pushed his underwear down, revealing his angry red cock. “You are a mystery, little one. I’ll feed you, and you can tell me how you came to be.”
The creature’s dull eyes brightened with hunger and he lay on his back, spreading his legs, showing his genitals and that tiny pucker.
Willem got on his hands and knees over the little creature and cradled the large cock of the tiny incubus in his hand. He stroked it, watching precome dribble from the swollen red tip. He had to be a halfling… Incubi and a Succubi were as ethereal as any other demon, only materializing when they felt like it. This boy was very solid, very real. The little halfling mewed when Willem stroked his heavy cock. When Willem let go, the tip of the boy’s massive cock dribbled precome into the boy’s navel.
Willem touched the little dimple in the boy’s stomach. As a rule, if a demon had a navel, it was just stage dressing. Part of a disguise. This navel was real. This child had been born of a human womb. That meant that an Incubus had been the father. Interesting.
Willem was jolted out of his thoughts by the boy squirming under him. Willem watched warily as the boy got on his hands and knees, facing the strange man who had entered the half-made home.
The boy caressed Willem’s cock. His hand was small, the skin white. Willem was shocked by how warm those slim fingers were on his thick cock. Feverish, almost. the boy opened his mouth, but Willem halted him.
“Hold on there, little one. Open your mouth, let me see what you have in there.”
The halfling looked up at him. His dark eyes were round and sleepy and confused. He opened his mouth, sticking out a pink tongue, and showing where his canines came to very slight blunt points. Barely noticeable. More noticeable was the tattoo on the soft pink surface of that tongue. The faded symbols.
Willem put his thumb on the halfling’s pointed chin and held his mouth open a moment longer, to satisfy himself.
“You have sharp little teeth my friend… Do you promise to be careful if I let you suck my cock?” Willem kept his voice gentle. The halfling was weak from hunger, and soothed by Willem’s soft words. He cooed and sucked gently on Willem’s fingertips.
Willem was on his knees, and he leaned back slightly, feeling the floor creak softly under his weight. His cock was thick and angry red. His circumcision scar was uneven, from some minor lapse of attention on the part of some doctor twenty-seven years prior. Twenty seven years of near-constant proximity with demons that gave him his power.
The little demon crawled up, his vestigial black wings trembling. Wisps of black down rained down to the floor. He lowered his head, with the little black horns gleaming like ebony. He stuck out his soft pink tongue and licked his cock hungrily.
“Feed all you like little one… I have a bit too much for you to ever really drain.” Willem murmured. He touched the halfling’s hair, stroking gently as the demon started to suck, his throat bobbing as if he were drinking, though all he did was gently suck Willem’s cock.
The demon was trembling with ecstasy. That fat long cock was throbbing between those slender white thighs as he bowed his head to suck the stranger’s cock. The stranger wasn’t a little man like the others. The stranger was a big man. Full of essence. Full of food. The little demon was starved for it, almost as badly as he craved the gentle touch of the stranger’s hand.
He tried to control himself as he had with the others. He didn’t want to kill the stranger, who stroked his hair and spoke to him kindly. He couldn’t stop sucking. The man was so delicious. The man was going to die. He was going to suck all of his life out of him and then he wouldn’t just sleep, like the others. He would die, like papa.
The demon started to cry, tears dribbling down his cheeks. Slow hot tears.
“Why are you crying, little one?” The Willem whispered. The demon looked up at him, those hungry sleepy eyes full of shock and awe. Willem smiled, showing teeth that also came to very slight points. His grey eyes glowed in the darkness, shedding faint silver light on the halfling’s awed face.
“You and I have a bit in common, little one. You are too hungry to listen now, but I will tell you. Just as soon as you have a nice long feed.”
Willem reached into his shoulder bag and slathered his cock with lube from a small bottle. It was a good thing that he had been at the bar before pursuing this little interloper. The demon was as substantial as he was, and needed the lubricant as a human boy would have.
The boy saw what he was doing, and dropped to his back, spreading and folding his legs to show his asshole. His long cock lay on his belly, leaking precome. The little halfling mewled with hunger as the man got down on his knees and lined up the tip of his lubed cock with the demon’s asshole.
The halfling’s dark muddy eyes opened very wide and his mouth opened and he let out a little shriek of ecstasy and pain. Willem panted. He could feel the halfling feeding, trying to suck out all of his life energy to make it his own. But Willem had more energy than the little halfling had ever experienced before, and the halfling was writhing with ecstasy.
The little demon had a hot ass. Willem felt like the hot muscles were softening to accommodate him, opening to his cock like a flower to a bee. He hadn’t meant to really fuck the boy, just to dip the head of his cock in and allow the boy to feed. But now that he realized he would be able to stick his entire manhood in the boy’s excellent little ass, he was starting to have second thoughts.
He put his hands on the boy’s soft stomach. “Are you hungry, little one?”
The boy was feeding. The shadows under his ribs were almost gone, the gaunt look of his hips was softening. His eyes were changing color. But the boy nodded, panting high and hot and soft.
Willem grinned, his pointed teeth clicking together with delight. “Well alright then.”
He put one hand on the boy’s slim thigh and the other on his shoulder and he heaved with his hips. The stroke was enough to move the boy’s entire body and make him wail. His muddy brown eyes were wide with shock, and his back arched high, his little vestigial wings fluttering under the half-moon curve of his spine.
The boy’s eyes had changed. Willem thought, as he moved slowly in and out of the boy’s hot tight little hole. The boy clung to his shoulders, panting quickly, his eyes fluttering with ecstasy. Willem could see the eyes changing. From black, to dark muddy brown, to a deep cherry red.
Willem grinned. “You hungry, boy? Well I can give you a meal that you wont forget.”
The boy glanced up at him. The dull animal-like torpor was dissipating. Willem could see coherent confusion in those dark red eyes, but the boy still nodded enthusiastically, thrusting his hips.
Willem carefully gathered the boy up in his arms and thrust the boy down on his cock all the way to the hilt. The boy’s eyes popped open and he squealed. Willem bounced the boy up and down on his cock. The halfling was like a rag-doll in his arms, pliant and soft and keening for more.
Willem swore and laughed, his shoulder muscles flexing as he moved the boy up and down. The boy was starting to become blearily aware. His feet made contact with the floor, and suddenly those small hands were on his shoulders. Willem tensed, getting ready for the halfling to pull some kind of trick.
Instead, the halfling grabbed his shoulders and started to move up and down himself. Faster, harder, panting in soft gasps. His breath was like the hot dry air from a bed of coals. Those red eyes were getting brighter. Glowing slightly in the darkness. Willem could feel the hot slick sheath of the boy’s rectum getting hotter and hotter. Cradling him in a heat that made his orgasm rush towards him.
Willem whispered a few words in the low tongue. Then the heat on his cock, which had been bordering on painful, became merely pleasant. He could no longer feel the skin of his face and neck tightening with the heat of the boy’s breath. The boy kissed him, mewling. Willem could feel the boy stop feeding. The boy was full.
But the boy was still fucking him, still thrusting himself up and down on Willem’s cock, crying out in a small delirious voice.
The air around them was shimmering with heat. Willem had protected himself, but he saw a corner of the drop-sheets smoldering.
“Come on, firecracker.” Willem murmured, stroking the boy’s sweat-slick hair, feeling the horns just above his temples. The demon was moving up and down entirely by himself. “Come for me baby… Come for me.”
Willem swore as that sweet hot little ass clenched on his cock. The boy plunged down to the hilt and cried out, a small scream into the stranger’s chest. Even with the protection, Willem could sense the searing heat. The drop-sheet caught alight as Willem pumped the strange boy full of semen. The spurt of come on his chest was so hot that he could feel it through his shirt, through his protection.
The Halfling went limp on the floor, panting and crying. Willem stomped out the fire on the drop-sheet and looked down at the small crying boy.
There was something different about him now. Willem pulled up his pants and buckled his belt. When he released the protection, he could feel just how hot it had gotten in the room. The stain on his shirt was so hot… If he had released the protection any earlier, it would have scalded him.
When he had entered, the boy had been all but feral. Not understanding his words, mewling like an animal. Now he was crying weakly. Crying from loss and sorrow and fear.
Willem nudged the boy with his foot and the kid looked up. His eyes were bright ruby-red, but he looked more human than ever. He was crying, but the tears turned to steam very quick. He was crying boiling water.
“Who are you?” The boy whispered, crawling away. Semen was leaking down his legs. Out of his gaping anus. “Wh-Why… Why aren’t you dead?”
Willem crouched down, not getting too close to the distraught boy. “My name is Willem. I could have killed you. But I wanted to give you a chance to speak. A chance to feed, and a chance to tell me your side of things.”
“What is your name?”
The boy looked up at him again. His eyes were surrounded by deep bags. “Isaac.”
“Well Isaac. How did you get to be this way?”
Isaac started to cry harder than ever.
“I didn’t want to kill him.” He whimpered. “I… I was just so hungry. Papa was trying to cure me. Find a way to fix this. I was so hungry.”
Isaac curled up even tighter. “I ran away. I stayed here, so no one could find me. I was too weak to move. I figured I would just starve to death.”
Willem nodded. “But then the construction workers came. You hid during the day, but a few always came back at night. You tried not to kill them like you did to your daddy.”
Isaac nodded. Shaking with grief. But he was exhausted. Weak with it.
Willem made his decision.
He gathered up a drop-sheet and held out his hand. “Come on Isaac.”
The boy looked at his hand, and then back at him. His bright red eyes swam and steamed with tears.
“Follow me. I can take you somewhere safe. You wont hurt anybody again.”
The boy just looked lost. But he was so tired that he listened to the stranger. The stranger that had fucked him, fed him, spoken to him with that soft voice. He stood up, and Willem wrapped him safely in the crumpled drop-sheet.
“Follow me.”
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The boy… Isaac. He was curled up on the backseat. The drop-sheet covered every part of him but the dirty blackened soles of his feet.
Willem drove just a hair under the speed limit. He had a history of speeding tickets, and the last thing he needed was to be stopped by a cop with his strange passenger.
The boy didn’t even stir until Willem stopped the car and cut the engine at a small yellow house at the end of the block.
He moved a little, and let out a small hurt moan.
Willem gently manhandled the boy out of the car and led him to the house. He walked slowly. He was uncoordinated and limping.
Willem led the boy to the kitchen and poured him a tall glass of water. The demon drank thirstily, downing the water in a single long draw. Willem poured him another one.
“You’re very dehydrated. You can stay alive on nothing but living energy, but you’ll need a lot less of it if you take care of yourself in a traditional way. Do you want me to make you something to eat?”
The boy shook his head, and sagged. Willem managed to catch him before his bony little body slipped to the floor. “I’m sorry… You’re so tired little one… I’ll take you to the bed.
Once on the bed in the upper room, the demon’s eyes closed. He didn’t stir again. Willem looked down at his slim form, still covered in the singed drop-sheet. He carefully removed the sheet to replace it with his softer blankets.
He saw the shiny place on the boy’s inner thighs where the come had dripped out of him. He wiped a little at the moisture with the drop sheet.
“If you’re hungry when you wake up… Just find me, okay little one?” He murmured, stroking that soft black hair. Feeling the polished horns.
Isaac was dead to the world.
—
Willem slept on the couch that night, and when he woke up he decided to make breakfast. If Isaac woke up, he’d get something to eat.
He was putting pillsbury oven cinnamon rolls on a cookie sheet when he heard the bed creaking slightly the floor above him. He smiled and continued with his work. Putting the rolls in the oven and digging around in the fridge for grapefruit and yogurt.
He heard the so-soft padding of feet down the stairs, and heard those tiny footsteps come into the dining room. But even though he knew that the boy was watching him, he didn’t turn away from the two large grapefruits he was slicing. He used a knife to make sure that the sweet pink flesh of the fruit would come away in a spoon.
“Who are you?” Those words were as soft as breath.
Willem turned his head slightly and he saw the boy standing in the living room, wearing a shirt of his that fell halfway down his slim thighs. His hair was messier than ever, and those bright red eyes were curious and afraid. They still had bags around them, despite the boy’s long night of sleep.
“My name is Willem. But that’s not what you really want to know. I’ll finish making breakfast, and then we’ll talk. How does that sound?”
Isaac just looked back at him, not saying a word.
“Do you want milk, or orange juice?”
“Juice, please.” Isaac whispered, sitting down on one of the chairs. Willem caught a glimpse of the head of his cock as the shirt rode up. He turned back to the grapefruit with a smile on his face.
—
He gave Isaac a plate with two grapefruit halves on it, both dusted with sugar. A cup of strawberry yogurt. Two small cinnamon rolls, and a blob of cottage cheese. As he was pouring a tall glass of orange juice, Isaac devoured one of the cinnamon rolls and managed to spoon about half of the yogurt into his mouth.
“As much as you want, Isaac. There are more rolls, and I have more food after if you’re still hungry. Try to slow down, or you’ll get sick.”
Isaac ignored him. Fair enough.
Willem started on his own breakfast, but by the time he finished his grapefruit halves, Isaac was going to the kitchen to get more rolls. The teen was very hungry.
With good reason. Who knew the last time he had actually consumed food? The lack of food had worsened the deep sexual hunger.
Isaac went back to the table with four cinnamon rolls in his hands. He took a long draught of orange juice and gobbled at the sweet pastries.
Willem patiently finished his breakfast. Soon, Isaac slowed in his frantic eating and wiped his mouth with a napkin, looking up at Willem with those big red eyes.
“My mama was a demon hunter. She found people like you and stole their souls. With weaker demons, or the less substantial ones, it was easier. There needed to be somewhere for those souls to go. So she gave them to me.”
Willem took another bite of cottage cheese, and watched as a million questions crossed the boy’s eyes. He spoke the first one that came to mind.
“Why didn’t you kill me?”
Willem took a sip of milk. “Because… I was curious. I have plenty of questions about you, too. Do you want to trade? One question at a time?”
Isaac nodded slowly, looking down at the plate. He dragged his little finger over the plate, gathering sugar-frosting to bring to his mouth.
“What are those tattoos on your tongue?”
Isaac looked up, his eyes unbearably sad.
“…I looked normal about two months ago. I… I didn’t have these.” He touched his horns. “My eyes were blue. I didn’t have wings, or this fucking tail. My…” He blushed, his eyes dull with fear and pain. “My penis was smaller. Everything changed two months ago. When the tattoos faded away. It just happened, suddenly. I was at home, and all of the changes happened. It was so fucking sc-scary.”
Willem watched, silently. The boy was trembling with distress. The events were still so raw, so fresh in his mind.
“So they were binding tattoos, meant to stop you from showing your true nature. But they didn’t last.”
Isaac looked up at him, tears steaming and gathering on his lids. “My true nature? A monster?”
“Not a monster.” Willem said softly. “Though there will always be those who see us this way.”
Isaac sniffled. “What about you then? Why are you like you are? How come you aren’t dead, after… After what you did?”
“I am like you. A hybrid. I was born to two human parents, but you can’t stay human after being fed the souls of demons from an early age. I am a vessel. And every year, I leak a little more demonic energy into myself.”
Willem grinned. “By the time I’m an old man, I will be more demon than human. But that’s why I didn’t die. You were hungry, and you drained energy from me. But that energy was not mine. It was some demon’s soul. I feel lighter… By an infinitesimal bit.”
“My turn, then… How were you born? A half-incubi?”
“My… My mom. She was raped by a demon when she was young. The demon kept plaguing her throughout the pregnancy. But when I was born, the demon gave me the tattoos.” Isaac looked down. “She… She never told me when she was alive. But she had… Letters addressed to me in her will.”
Isaac scuffed his dirty forearm across his eyes. “You… How did you find me?”
“Demons show up in this world all of the time. It’s my job to get rid of them. I discovered you on the news. I have a few contacts who tell me when and where, but I discovered you on my own. The signs were obvious, for those who know where to look.”
“I know this may be hard for you to say, but I need to know.” Willem leaned closer. Isaac looked up, half-paralyzed by those silvery eyes. “Who was your papa? The man you killed.”
Isaac looked back down at the plate. “My stepdad. He married my mom when I was five. He was my step-father, I just called him papa when I was little. He liked being called that.”
Isaac swiped his arm across his eyes again. Steam rose up from his arm. “Mom must have told him about me. We both knew about my demon father, so when I changed, we tried everything. He found a tattoo artist to try and redo the tattoos. It didn’t work. When I started getting weak and hungry, he thought that I was a vampire. He managed to steal blood from a blood drive. But when I drank it, it just made me feel sick.”
Isaac started to cry. “I just got hungrier and weaker, and the weaker I got, the less human I got. I’m part monster now. I can feel the huger and it makes me a bad person. When I got really hungry, I… I… I lured him in.”
Isaac was crying too hard to talk.
Willem sighed softly and got up. “So then, he did it because of the glammour, and you drained him.
Willem walked around the table, and put a hand on one of those small slumped shoulders. “It wasn’t your fault. Shh…”
Isaac curled up so he was hugging his knees. “Shoulda killed me.” He mumbled. “Shoulda killed me.”
“Don’t say that.” Willem murmured.
Isaac just curled up and took several deep breaths.
“What’s going to happen to me?”
Willem sighed. “You’re going to go upstairs and take a bath. It will make you feel better.”
Isaac looked up. “But… What’s going to happen to me?”
“I don’t know. We’ll work things out. You can’t go outside right now, not looking like that. I know a few demons that might be able to teach you how to disguise yourself. I can find you a home, as long as you promise not to hurt humans.”
Isaac shook his head slowly. “But… I can’t…”
He stood up.
“I’m going to go take that bath.” He whispered. “I have to think.”
—
Willem heard the water running. Then he heard Isaac sloshing around for a few minutes.
Then he was very quiet.
Willem casually knocked a chair over, keeping his ears open. After the clatter of the chair, he heard soft sloshing. He felt better after hearing evidence that the boy had not simply drowned himself.
Willem went about cleaning the small kitchen. Then he went on his laptop. After checking his email, he went about scanning the news. He had a couple dozen news sites. He checked the obituaries of all of them first. Then strange news articles and crime articles. Then just a general scan. Weather was also important.
He never stopped listening.
He wrote down a few possible disturbances. Odd weather systems in New England. A strange murder in Oregon. He would call his contacts in the area.
He perked up slightly when he heard Isaac standing up in the bath. Heard the water draining. Heightened senses was just one of the many trade-offs. A normal human would have heard the water. But would a normal human have heard the minuscule sound of a towel scraping flesh? The sound of hair being combed? A sigh from behind two closed doors and a hallway away?
Willem sent a few emails himself, and waited to see what Isaac would do.
—
He was a little disappointed when Isaac crawled back into bed. But not surprised. He suspected that the young demon hadn’t slept well (or at all) for the last few months of his life. He wrote a note and taped it to the inside of his bedroom door.
Food in the fridge. TV Downstairs. Books on the shelf. I’m out shopping. –Willem
He glanced at the bundle under the blankets. The boy was completely hidden. His breathing slow and rhythmic.
Willem drove to a local Target. He picked up four pairs of jeans, half a dozen t-shirts. A nice warm red sweatshirt. He picked up socks, even though he didn’t know Isaac’s shoe size. And he purchased a dozen pairs of underwear, boxers, briefs, and in two different size ranges.
He also bought hats.
An oversized baseball cap, the kind that was popular with teenagers that Willem saw. A plain black winter hat. A fedora. A regular baseball cap. He made sure that the sweatshirt had a large hood. The horns curled back, so they would be easy to hide, but they did need to be hidden.
He also bought some sunglasses. Mirrored ones, mostly. Or pairs so dark that Willem couldn’t see the color of his own eyes through the lenses.
He took his purchases home, and Isaac was still asleep.
Willem frowned. The boy was so exciting for him. So fascinating.
Willem was bored.
He paced the house. He got back on his laptop and tried to watch an episode of ‘Game of Thrones’. He couldn’t focus.
So he went to the basement. He had a treadmill, and a full weight set. He sighed, and got to work, turning on the radio so he could listen to the news even then.
—
He was listening to a news story about civil unrest in Greece. He never made it much further than the USA, but the story was interesting.
He was on his back on the small half-bench. He had his arms bent, and straining. He waited for a beat to suck in air, so he could hear the radio better. The bar across his chest weighed more than he did.
When his arms straightened, Isaac spoke softly, surprising him.
“You should really have someone spot you.”
He dropped the bar into the cradle and sat up. He had changed into gym shorts and a wife-beater. He knew that he was shiny with sweat. That he stank. He felt a twinge of embarrassment, and at the same time, he wondered if the red-eyed boy found him attractive.
Isaac was still in the baggy shirt. He was standing in the doorway, quiet. He looked so much better than he had this morning. Another five hours of sleep had faded the bags under his eyes. The bath had freshened his skin, and he had spent some time taming his hair. It was curly, but neat.
Willem had his equipment set up in the laundry room. He took off his tank and used it to wipe his sweaty face and hair. “Yeah… But I usually don’t have any company around here. I got you some things.”
He pointed to the target bags.
Isaac dug through them, quiet. He bent over, unthinking, and Willem caught a glimpse of his sweet ass cheeks, before he tugged the hem back down. His tail swished as he looked through the bags. Before, his tail had looked mussed, dirty. Now the fur on it was sleek and shiny. The twin tips curled and beat the air.
He smiled looking at the items, but he didn’t move to put them on. He had a look in his eyes. A look that Willem could not decipher.
“What is it, Isaac?” He asked quietly.
“Thank you, Willem.” It was the first time Isaac spoke his name. “But… I can’t put them on yet.”
Willem stood up. Feeling the glad burn of his muscles. “Why not?”
Isaac sighed long. Willem could see the wings under the surface of the shirt. “I…” After a long pause the boy finally said it. “I’m hungry.” The boy whispered.
Willem’s cock ached. Isaac wasn’t using his Glammour, but as far as he was concerned, the boy didn’t need to use it. Isaac was so fucking sexy. Just the memory of the way Isaac had ridden him…
But Willem didn’t show how glad he was. He was serious.
“I know that it will be strange, but I can feed you. Just tell me how. Tell me how, so I can do it as… Comfortably, as possible.”
Isaac’s cheeks were hot and red. He looked uncomfortable, and ashamed.
Willem leaned back. “You can keep the hunger low by taking care of yourself, eating and drinking. If you had still been in the house, you would be close to starving again. We can keep the hunger down, but don’t be ashamed. I’m here to keep you safe. To keep you from hurting others or yourself.”
Isaac looked at him for a long moment.
Willem expected the boy to be shy. To suck his cock. Even to turn around and refuse until he was really hungry. He wouldn’t have blamed Isaac. Every man he met had been afraid of him because of the traces of demon about him. Having this hungry boy deny him for a few days wouldn’t be any different.
But Isaac didn’t just offer his ass.
He turned around, and got down on his hands and knees. The shirt rode up all the way, above those round little ass cheeks, above the heavy cock that hung between his legs, and the large eggs in their soft sack. The shirt slid down his silky white skin, stopping where the fabric pooled around the bases of his small wings.
Isaac turned around, his tiny pink asshole spasmed. His cheeks and hole and legs were bare. He had shaved in the tub. Even his balls were smooth and pink, freshly bared. His eyes were hot and red with more than hunger. In the first smooth motion, he had dropped to his hands and knees, in the second he lowered himself down so his head was buried in his crossed arms, and he let his knees spread far apart.
“Come here.” Isaac rasped. “Feed me.”
“Please.”
It was all Willem could do not to jump up and fuck the boy as hard as he could. He got up and dropped his pants, letting his own cock jump from his underwear. Ten seconds, and he was nearly all the way hard. Isaac was panting under his breath. His hips were moving so slightly, he was humping the air with eagerness.
Willem had a bottle of hand lotion, to soothe his hands after lifting weights. He took three pumps of it and slicked it on his own cock, getting every inch.
He grabbed a towel from the basement floor and when he knelt behind Isaac, he nudged the fabric under the halfling’s knees. As he did so, he leaned forward and drew his tongue across that tiny clean pink hole.
Isaac whimpered and bucked his hips once. Willem grabbed those young firm buttocks with his lotiony hands and spread them apart so he could bury his face between them. He sucked and licked and lipped that sweet little hole, being as rough as he dared. Isaac yelped and squirmed under his tongue.
Willem reached between and stroked the boy’s huge throbbing cock with his slick hand.
“Gonna feed you good, Isaac.” He panted, lifting his head. He worked two slick fingers in there. The feel of his ass was amazing, instead of clenching, like all of the men he had been with, the muscles loosened, opened, unfolded. The boy’s ass let him in.
“Do it.” Isaac panted. “Do it, Do it, doitdoitdoitdoit!”
Willem raised himself up, and carefully led the tip of his cock to that spasming little hole. Before he thrust in, he leaned over Isaac, and clasped his shoulder with one hand. The other he wrapped around the demon’s chest, holding the boy so close to him. Willem could feel those tiny wings fluttering rapidly, pinned against his chest and Isaac’s back. His face was buried in that silky black hair. He could feel a horn pressed into his temple. He could feel how hot the air was as it puffed from Isaac’s mouth.
Then Willem thrust himself in to the hilt in one stroke. Isaac tensed, every muscle going stony, as he yelped like he had been stung. His yelp melted into a jilted moan as Willem thrust in as fast and hard as he could. He couldn’t help himself. The boy made him mad, like an animal.
He could feel the boy feeding. Isaac wasn’t as starved as he had been. The only change was how hot the air was getting. Willem swore and put a protection on himself. He was afraid, under the lust he knew that he was being so rough with the boy…
Then Isaac spread his kneeling legs even further. The droplets of his precome landing one the towel let out wisps of steam.
“Harder!” He moaned. Isaac was drunk on sex. Wild with it. Needy with it.
Willem grinned, like a wolf. “That’s my firecracker…”
And he did his best to oblige.
When he neared the end, he reached under the boy and stroked that thick obscene cock. He could barely wrap his hand around it all of the way. It was wet with precome that would have burned his hand, had he not been protected.
He felt the boy squeak and squirm under him as he reached a climax. He felt the thick cock spasming. He heard the hiss of steam and smelled burning cloth.
Then he came.
Willem cried out at the top of his lungs as he came. A wild keen of lust and triumph. Uncontrolled.
The boy was limp underneath him, panting. Willem drew his slick cock in and out a few more times, drawing out the glow.
He was about to get up, when Isaac mumbled. “Don’t go.”
He stayed on top of the boy, on his knees, his cock still in the boy’s slick ass. The shirt was ridden up to his neck. Willem stroked those soft black wings, first with a hand, then he kissed them. The edge, the base. He let the tips of the pinions tickle his cheeks, eyelids.
“You’re still hard…” Isaac mumbled.
“I’m sorry.” Willem said quietly.
Isaac crawled from under him. But as Willem sat back on his calves, reaching for the towel that had been under Isaac’s knees, the halfling stepped on his hand.
He looked up, and the small boy took off the shirt. His cock still jutted out in front of him like the figurehead of a ship. The boy was standing, Willem was kneeling. He couldn’t read the look on Isaac’s heart-shaped face. His bright red eyes.
Then Isaac put his hand in Willem’s dark red hair, tightening his fingers into a fist.
“Do you fuck anyone else?” His voice was soft. His body language was anything but.
Willem looked up at Isaac. He leaned forward and kissed the tip of that huge cock.
“No. But I’d like to keep fucking you.”
Isaac swayed slightly.
“I was scared. I hurt people. I wanted to die… But…”
His voice suddenly sounded angry. His voice trembled with emotion. “I can’t stop thinking about you. I don’t want to stop thinking about you. I don’t want you to leave me.” He sounded scared.
Willem leaned forward and took the tip of his cock. He sucked on the tip, feeling how wide it was, feeling the edges of a foreskin at his lips. Tasting sour bitter come. Feeling the way blood throbbed under the surface.
Isaac let his head tilt back, and he whimpered, very soft.
Willem had always pursued, always been on top. He had always had to.
He wrapped his hand around the base. As he ran his soft lips up and down the side of the warm shaft, he whispered.
“If you’ll have me… I’ll be with you. I’ll make you mine. You make me yours.”
Isaac’s eyes burned. “I wont be your toy. I wont just be a… a receptacle.”
His little firecracker was possessive. His little firecracker was hungry.
“Do you see me, Isaac?” Willem whispered. He took the boy’s cock deep. He felt the resistance as the head pushed against the back of his throat. He pressed harder, and the head slipped back. Swallowing the essence of demons for years had destroyed his gag reflex. It was more physical than most people thought.
Isaac’s young white thighs were trembling. Willem could feel, he was holding Isaac’s hip with his left, and his leg with the right.
Willem withdrew with a slight cough. “I can suck your cock. Even take it, if you give me time, and lube. I will fuck you. I will take it from you. I will do everything you want, and some things you haven’t thought of.
“I just needed the chance.”
Isaac answered by pulling on his hair, pulling his head down to take more of his cock. Willem could feel how hard he was. Feel his dominance. Feel the lonely frightened boy gaining confidence by having some power over another human being.
Being on top was just what Isaac needed.
Willem took what Isaac gave him. Even though his jaw ached and his throat throbbed and even his weakened reflex made him cough and choke, he took what the demon boy gave to him.
His protection was helpful. Even when not feeding, the come that Isaac slung down his throat was hot enough to scald human flesh.
Isaac dropped to the cold floor. Shivering.
Willem saw it coming. He edged closer, and put his arms around Isaac’s shoulders just in time for the boy to start trembling.
Isaac never let out a sound, but Willem held him close, and whispered “Shh..”, all the same.
Willem managed to snag the towel between two of his fingers and brought it up around Isaac’s shoulders. He released the protection. It was warm around them, a small bubble of heat from Isaac’s heat, a bubble that would soon disperse.
Isaac was huddled in his arms, in his lap. He could feel Isaac’s limp cock against his. Isaac’s chin was on his shoulder. Willem’s arms were around his slim back. He reached up under the towel to touch one of those small beautiful wings, just to feel the shape, let a silky feather slide between his fingers.
“Do you want to take a shower?” Willem asked quietly.
The demon nodded.
—
In the shower together, Willem didn’t feel awkward. It was the first time he had done something like this. Isaac was quiet again. Deep in thought. He let Willem do whatever he wanted.
So Willem cleaned the small wet young man. He drew a blue loofa over every inch of his smooth young skin. He took a softer washcloth for when he gently squeezed that long dick in his hand, the washcloth between. Isaac shuddered a little and his cock stiffened. Willem slowly stroked, watching Isaac’s face every moment, to make sure the half-demon wanted it.
And he did.
Isaac closed his eyes and breathed in long slow breaths, that shortened and quickened as Willem continued. Making long slow strokes with the washcloth. He reached between Isaac’s legs to fondle that heavy sack of his, to feel the individual testes, to gently squeeze and weigh.
Then he reached between those buttocks. He felt how slick it was, still. With two fingers, he fucked the boy in time with the strokes, entirely focused on his pleasure.
He kissed Isaac’s ear, nibbling on the soft lobe.
He could feel the air getting warmer. He shifted the heat of the water to lukewarm. The water pounded down on the boy, countering the heat.
His lids fluttered, his eyes bright red.
Willem turned the water even colder.
Steam rose up from Isaac’s skin. Willem shivered, but continued his strokes, with fingers and washcloth. He was so hot on the inside, Willem had to remove his hand, but as he did, Isaac shuddered and moaned.
The come didn’t burn anything this time. It dripped to the floor of the shower and steamed, before the cold water washed it away.
Willem turned the water back up. Isaac looked up at him, and Willem finished his cleaning. Isaac squirmed, sensitive, when the older man leaned down to lick come from the tip of his cock, clean him thorough.
“Thank you.” The halfling whispered. Red met silver.
Willem smiled and stood straight. He took a bottle of shampoo from the stainless steel shower rack. “No…” He put a glob in his hand. “You don’t need to thank me. If anything, I should be apologizing.”
Isaac’s forehead wrinkled, his brows drawing together. “What do you mean?”
He closed his eyes when Willem started kneading shampoo into his dark curly hair. He had shampooed his own hair this morning, but it felt good to have the older man’s fingers on his scalp. Willem worked around the small shiny horns.
“I took advantage of this… Situation. I understand that you needed to feed, but I haven’t been feeding you. I’ve been fucking you. How I wanted. I might have hurt you.” His voice stalled for a moment. He sounded miserable. He felt miserable.
“I… I’ve been alone for a while.”
Willem moved him to the spray. Isaac felt the water washing the suds from his hair. “But I shouldn’t have taken it out on you. I promise. I promise that from now on, I’ll only do what you tell me to. If you don’t want to be here, I know a succubus… She can teach you how to get your energy from normal humans. She can take care of you.. and–”
“No.”
Willem stopped talking abruptly. He moved the wet strands of hair off of the young man’s face, and reached for the conditioner. Waiting for the words to continue.
“Willem?”
The older man closed his eyes. He loved to hear his name from another man.
“I don’t want to leave, Willem. I want to stay. If I can.”
Isaac turned around, facing the older man in the shower. The man who had a glob of white conditioner in his open palm. He looked at Willem. Looked him in the eye.
“You gave me a chance. You were going to kill me, but you let me live. I… I trust you. Let me stay here. Please let me stay.”
Isaac closed his eyes as Willem worked the conditioner into his hair. “You can stay here, Isaac. You can stay here as long as you need.”
Willem quickly shampooed his own hair, and when they were both clean, he turned off the water. He took a fresh towel and briskly toweled the younger man off.
—
It was five in the afternoon. They were both starving. Willem offered to go and pick something up, and Isaac wanted to come along.
Isaac had no shoes, so he wore a pair of Willem’s, two sizes too big. He wore jeans and one of his new shirts. He pulled the black wool hat low, over his ears and over those dangerous horns. He wore the red sweatshirt with the hood pulled over his head for extra protection. He wore a pair of mirrored sunglasses.
“I look like an asshole.”
Willem laughed out loud. It was just such a surprise. Isaac smiled back at him. He had such a sweet smile, that it was loathe for Willem to have to say,
“Be careful, when we are out and about. You should smile with your lips closed.”
Isaac looked confused, and then he touched a finger to his canines, remembering his sharpened teeth. Then he frowned.
Willem had his turn to feel like the asshole. But at the same time, he was kind of timid speaking to the younger boy. Sure, they had gone so far sexually, but he had still only known the boy for less than twenty-four hours. He felt like he barely knew what to say to him.
They got into the car, and Willem noticed him looking at the backseat. “What do you feel like? Chinese, fast food, something sit-down…”
“Um… Chinese?”
“Sounds good. Then we can stop and get you some shoes, and anything else you need.”
Isaac smiled at him. “Thanks, for letting me come.” His lips were together this time. He learned fast, but Willem felt kind of sad. There had been something very endearing about that wide toothy smile, even with the elongated tips of his canines.
“I don’t want you to get cooped up. As long as you wear the glasses and hat, no one should need to know that anything is off at all. Now, Lee-an Chin? Or would would you like to stop at the Great Dragon Buffet?”
He chose the buffet.
—
“This is fine.”
“But you like the black shoes, you don’t have to wear those shoes if you don’t want…”
“But…” Isaac looked uneasy. “The black shoes are almost seventy dollars.”
Willem smiled. “That’s not a problem. You need shoes. And you like the black shoes.”
“How…” Isaac put the shoes back in a box and tucked it under his arm. “How do you even get money? You were in the house all day…” He shook his head. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t bother you about money.”
Willem put his hand on Isaac’s shoulder. “There isn’t anything you ‘shouldn’t’ bother me about. We are living together. And more.” Isaac flushed slightly. Willem wished that he could see his eyes, his expression. “I make money off my, ability. I get a paycheck every month. A sizable one. As long as I keep up my efforts, it keeps coming.”
Isaac looked startled. They were walking to the cashier. “Who pays the check?”
Willem shrugged. “My mom worked for them. She got the same paycheck. She trained me to hunt and eat demons, so I wouldn’t be the next one on their list. I’ve only ever seen a representative once or twice.”
Isaac looked thoughtful.
Willem bought the shoes.
—
It was late when they got back. Isaac was tired, despite his overload of sleep. Willem checked his email and news sites. Isaac checked out the exercise equipment in the basement.
A new assignment. Something about a demon trapped in a vase. They just needed him for ‘disposal’.
Willem listened carefully. Isaac was messing with the treadmill. He made up his mind.
“Isaac? Are you tired?”
“Um…” The half-demon was walking up the stairs. “Not really.”
“Would you like to come with me on an assignment. It’s just a little one. It’s in Iowa, so a few hours of driving. You can nap on the way, if you’re tired. We can get a little motel room down there. You can see what I do.”
Isaac smiled, this time as toothily as he liked. It was an adorable smile. Animalistic, in a way. “That would be fun… Let me get some of my clothes.”
Isaac packed a spare t-shirt, pair of underwear, and his toothbrush into a plastic grocery bag. Willem had a duffel. He also brought his laptop, as well as a book he was working on.
He didn’t expect this to take very long.
—
Snow started to fall. Willem drove slow and careful (for a change) so he wouldn’t startle Isaac. They were quiet at first. Then they talked for a bit about movies. A satisfyingly neutral subject.
Then it was politics, then the education system. Willem stopped at a gas station to pick up donuts and a big gulp. And for a while after that, it was just a comfortable silence. The darkness of the car, the pale blue light from the dashboard and radio. The sight of snow falling in the headlights. The soft winding tunnel of the road, broken up by oncoming headlights.
“Isaac?”
“Hm?”
“We’re nearly there. I want you to keep your sunglasses on. Don’t show your teeth. I’m just going to go in and finish it. It wont take very long… but you might want to stay out in the car.”
Isaac sat upright. “No… I want to come in with you!”
“Okay, okay, it’s not a big deal. I… I just thought you might not want to see this.”
Isaac took a deep breath as they pulled into a long dirt driveway. The farmhouse was down about a quarter of a mile of unplowed road. The car slowly shuffled through it.
The windbreak trees bent and bent backwards, slowly. Creaking like giants.
Outside the small garage, another car was parked. A car that looked supremely out of place. A long black Crown Victoria. Willem could see the cigarette ember glowing. An agent had showed up. This demon had either been under surveillance, or this house had.
“Are you sure you want to come?”
Isaac nodded.
Willem parked and got out of the car. Isaac straightened his sunglasses. The Crown Vic’s door opened.
Willem had never worked with this woman before. She was in her late thirties, he guessed. A bit heavy. She had a round face with slightly tilted black eyes.
“I’m Elizabeth Nguyen. It’s nice to finally meet you Mr. Carter. Who is this?” Her voice was nothing but polite, but her eyes followed the slight teenager bundled in hood and sunglasses.
“This is my young friend Isaac. He was having a little trouble adjusting, so I have him on parole. Do you have an idea what kind this is?”
A Dreamer. This house has had thirty-four occupants since the nineteen seventies, which brought our attention. Every house or apartment with an abnormal rate gets a citation on our database. So the woman here called the police saying that there was a haunted vase. They thought she was delusional, headquarters sent me right away.”
They walked up to the porch. “I am almost completely sure that it is a Dreamer, however, I do not have your abilities. We should–”
“Proceed with caution. I understand. Where is the woman?”
“At her sister’s house. She left last evening, and I made a duplicate key when I came to speak to her.”
She put the dupe into the door, jiggled it, and after a few stubborn clicks, the lock finally gave. The woman had turned off the heat when she left, so Willem’s breath frosted in front of him as Elizabeth Nguyen flicked on the light. It was a very nice living room, with a flatscreen television, and two older couches.
Willem could see through to the kitchen, and he made note of the pictures on the ottoman. A middle aged woman, painfully thin, but pretty, smiling a bright somewhat horsey smile. While standing with some horsey-faced kids, while standing next to a horsey-faced brother, while riding a horsey-faced horse.
The vase was on the table. A pretty thing, but supremely out of place. A monster of green ceramic and faded markings. Markings that looked like pretty flowers at one moment… And like binding runes the next.
He put his hand on the vase, the back of his hand. He had gotten shocks from possessed artifacts before, better to touch them with the back of his hand. A shock to the back of the hand would make him jerk away, a shock onto the palm of the hand could make that hand clamp down all the harder.
No shock, but it was warm. Very warm for a piece of old ceramic that had been in an unheated house for twenty-four hours.
Willem closed his eyes, and Felt, with a tendril of the demon energy locked in his core.
Like responded to Like, the demon within stirred. A Dreamer.
“Is this it?”
Elizabeth was cool and professional, but both Willem and Isaac could hear the inexperience. Could hear the fear. Willem knew that she did not do this full time. That she was new. Demon-hunting was only a full-time job for the ones who did the grudge work.
“No. You’ll know when it happens.”
He closed his eyes, and took a piece of white chalk from his pocket. As well as a long piece of string and a wooden golf-tee.
“Step back please.”
He put the tee on the ground, and using the taut string, he drew a perfect circle, using the tee as a focal point. He quickly scrawled a few runes on the inside.
“This circle is simple. I don’t expect trouble, but the two of you should get in it anyway. Okay? Don’t smudge the chalk or the runes. Do not put one finger or fold of clothing outside.”
Once they were inside, the act itself was blindingly fast.
He turned and with a single sweep of his hand he cast the vase to the floor. As it fell he shouted a single word. It was too low, too twisted for Isaac or Elizabeth to hear.
The vase shattered and a THING was in the room. Not a shadow, the air did not ripple, no distortions or physical weight, no sound. But at the same time, Nguyen gasped and felt the skin of her back and arms crawl. Isaac was more sensitive. He could feel it. He could feel how Angry it was. How Hungry it was.
Willem was smiling. Standing there and smiling. He reached out and his hand wrapped around something about as thick as a wrist.
Suddenly it was there. Even Elizabeth saw it, vaguely. But Isaac froze and watched as the gigantic shape became visible. Colorless, shadowy. A great long snake-thing. It was slick and lithe as a worm, as an eel. It had wide fleshy wings like a manta ray. A wicked stinger slung low under it’s abdomen. A hideous blind bullet-head. A horrible groping tentacle sliding from a fat genital slit above the stinger.
Willem opened his mouth. Unhinged his jaw, it seemed. There was no way that his mouth could open wide enough to accommodate the demon, and no way that the demon could shrink to fit into his mouth. Neither happened, and yet Isaac watched as both happened. Some dimension was being crossed. Some boundary was being tested.
The head slid past Willem’s jaws. He snatched at the writhing six-foot body. The wings flailed at his head. The tentacle tried to grab his wrist. The stinger jabbed at him. He grabbed the abdomen, his fingers sinking into the not-flesh.
He laughed. It was a horrible sound. A choked gurgling. His mouth was full, obscenely wide as he forced the demon past his teeth. His eyes were alive, glowing a hot no-color.
Isaac trembled.
The wings rolled up feebly and went down his throbbing gullet. The remaining four feet of body and tail twitched with less and less strength. The tentacle wrapped around his throat, but Willem continued to laugh, he ignored it, using both hands to keep that stinger as far from his face as he could.
Isaac grabbed for Nguyen’s hand. The woman squeezed back hard. Her skin was slick with sweat, cold.
Willem grabbed the stinger itself, and pulled it out, the muscles on his arms defining, flexing rippling with effort. The tendons on his wrist like cables. His fist quickly closed, the stinger dissolving to nothing. The demon went limp, except for feeble twitches of the tip of it’s tail.
It still took Willem another two minutes and sixteen seconds to finish swallowing that long thick tail.
His brow was wet with sweat. He looked like he had just woken up from a long fever. He did not smile, though he had laughed during the act. He glanced at Isaac. And he wondered if he had dome something irreversible.
“Miz Nguyen?”
“Yes?” The woman asked breathlessly.
“Do you have a broom?”
—
Isaac said nothing until they got to the motel. He stepped in and looked around. It was a small room, plain, but neat. A TV, a single queen-sized bed. A chair and desk. A bathroom with a shower stall and tub.
Willem got in and sat on the bed. He picked up the remote, looked at it, and then tossed it aside, laying back.
Isaac thought that the older man looked exhausted, despite all of his insistences that it had been easy.
Isaac sat on the floor at the foot of the bed where Isaac’s feet hung down. He unlaced Willem’s shoes. Pulled off his socks. Willem’s feet were large and white and long. The toenails clipped. Isaac started to rub.
“Hmm…” I thought you said you weren’t going to do this.” Willem’s voice was sleepy. He was so tired. It made Isaac feel better. Relax. He wouldn’t be able to just get over what he had seen, but he couldn’t deny that the red-haired, silver-eyed man made him feel safe. And something about that laugh…
Isaac had been scared. But he had also been rock-hard.
“I never said that.” Isaac murmured softly. “I said I wouldn’t be your receptacle. I wanted to know that you would take care of me. I don’t care if I do this, as long as you do it sometime as well.”
Willem moaned as Isaac stretched back his toes, making a slight crackling sound. “Mmm, yeah. I’ll rub your feet if you want baby. Just… I’m so tired now.”
He really was. He was drifting away. Isaac couldn’t let him do that.
He crawled on top of the bed. Peeling away his layers first. The red-haired demoneater looked up at him through lidded eyes. At first Isaac had just been stripping, but when he saw that look, he went a little slower He took the hem of his t-shirt, sliding his fingers up his flat stomach, up up, stroking his nipples through the fabric, before stripping the fabric completely off.
He unbuttoned his jeans. “Unzip me, Willem.”
Willem reached, but he slapped that hand away. “With your teeth.”
Isaac straddled Willem’s throat, pinning his hands. Isaac was panting. His cock was so hard. And Willem was so dangerous.
Something about knowing that Willem could kill him. Knowing how strong that Willem was, knowing that Willem could have swallowed him up… it made the act just that much more erotic when he forced the older man to take his zipper between his teeth and pull it down. Seeing the submissive cast to his silvery eyes. Seeing those full soft lips gently nudge at his package through the black fabric of his boxers.
“Not yet.” Isaac panted. The air was getting hot. He could tell. Willem was whispering those words again. The words that kept him from burning up when they fucked.
Isaac slipped out of his pants, feeling his cock slap up against his belly. He undressed the older man. Willem seemed to enjoy the act. Going limp, and letting Isaac growl at him in frustration and arousal when he wouldn’t lift a finger to help.
Willem was naked, his cock red and oozing. His pubic hair was dark red and coarse. Shining like a tangle of copper wire around the base of his cock.
Isaac didn’t want to straddle his throat. He got up and pushed Willem. The older man moved complacently, glancing at the younger man, who was frustrated to the point of being adorable.
Then Willem smiled up at him. “You really want my ass one of these days, don’t you?”
“I’ll get to that.” Isaac said, smiling wickedly. “But for now, open up.”
Willem was on his back, his head hanging over the side of the bed. He opened his mouth, to receive the fat blunt head of Isaac’s cock. Isaac moaned. Willem’s mouth was wet and hot. This position was new for him. Before he had changed, he had been a virgin, and everything he had done to his stepfather, and to those men, it had been in a haze.
Isaac pushed in past the gag reflex. He saw his cock go all the way down, saw the outline in his throat. He pulled in and out three times, slow, to make sure he wasn’t hurting or suffocating Willem. The older man snatched Isaac’s ass and buried a finger deep in his ass, making Isaac squeal.
Isaac bent down, kissing Willem’s hard stomach. Taking that cock into his own mouth. He was distracted, flinching and dancing and gasping from the sensations in his crotch. He was barely able to concentrate on Willem’s cock. He tried to do the same to the older man, reaching around to finger him.
He wet two fingers with saliva, and pried open the taut little hole. Willem’s rhythm became staggered, uneven.
Isaac giggled around the sweet-bitter taste of the precome, and the fleshy cone of the head.
He was still giggling when he tasted the come. It was so bitter, so much of it, that it dribbled out. He stood up and pulled his cock out. Willem only smiled upside-down at him. “I couldn’t resist… I like having my ass played with.”
Isaac flushed and pushed his cock back in. Three strokes later he muffled his cry into Willem’s stomach.
—
After they both cleaned up and brushed their teeth, they crawled into bed. Willem turned off the lamp. He was nearly asleep when Isaac asked him.
“Why were you laughing?”
“It’s a powerful feeling. Like fucking. But more intense.”
After a moment of silence, Willem mused. “Of course, I prefer fucking. Eating a demon hurts. When I say intense, I mean it. It hurts so bad during, but at the same time it’s like a drug. If there wasn’t that feeling, I would have killed myself a long time ago. Back when my dear sweet mother was cramming the Succubi and the Dreamers and the Afreet right down my throat.”
Isaac’s hair smelled sweet. It was soft against Willem’s cheek. He had the young man curled into the shape of his body. He could feel the soft small wings against his chest. He could feel the tail, warm and furry curled around one of his legs.
“How old were you?”
“Hm?”
“When… When your mother fed you your first.”
“Five. Five is an important number in this business. You had five symbols on your tongue. Each rune is made from five lines. Protective circles have no lines, but binding circles need a pentagram. My mother fed me half a dozen innocent Immolation Mites. They cause the occasional forest fire, or spontaneous combustion, but mostly they are like sparrows, live and let live. She needed to feed them to me so that when she fed me my first Imp, he wouldn’t tear me apart from the inside.”
“Oh.”
Quiet.
“I’m sorry if I frightened you. That Dreamer was insane. She couldn’t leave the vase, and she hated humans for trapping her. If we had simply freed her, she wouldn’t have been content with feeding on nightmares, like they are supposed to. She would have killed people.
“Dreamers are simple. Like dogs. That one was driven insane by her hatred. Killing her was the only option. She punished all of those people in that house by feeding on their good dreams. All they had were the nightmares.”
“You didn’t scare me.” Isaac lied.
“Isaac, I can feed you. I can keep you safe. I can keep you from hurting others, so I will. I hope that you trust me.”
Isaac sighed. Willem could feel the breath leaving his body, and then expanding his ribcage again.
“I trust you.” The half-demon whispered. “Good night Willem.”
“Goodnight Firecracker.”
By the time the clock said midnight, the two of them were fast asleep.
*
*Hey again! It wont be nearly as long until the next stories. I am in the end stages of my story ‘Cat and Dog’ which will be another one of these not-quite-episodic thingys. (someone should really come up with a name for that.)
All other stories are in the twilight zone, so no promises.
Kisses and Spanks,
–Cruel*