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The only thing comforting him was the fact that he wasn't alone. Sam and Colby's presence was calming enough to keep him off the edge, and Jack being here gave it all a sort of funny vibe. He liked that he had someone to joke around with, he couldn't do this video without Jack. But even with all the other boys with him, Tommy was still scared. For a sceptic, he was quite jumpy. What can you do? When you're locked in an old, dark house past midnight, all your senses get heightened and you suddenly get scared by the smallest of movements. You start... imagining things.
Tommy's whole body convulsed when he felt a hot breath on his neck. He slapped a hand over the skin, where it genuinely felt warmer than the rest of his neck. He spun around to look behind him, lighting up the dark hallway with his torch, but he saw nothing.
"Tommy? Are you okay?" Sam asked.
"I think I... nevermind, let's just keep going."
They got to the next room, where they all stood in a little circle, and Tommy felt more at ease with a solid wall behind his back instead of just empty darkness.
"Jesus, which one of you's wearing so much deodorant?" he asked, laughing. "I can smell you over here."
"I'm not wearing anything."
"Me neither."
"I have cologne on, is this what you're smelling?" Colby stepped over to him and raised his wrist to Tommy's nose. Tommy sniffed it, but no, that was not it.
"No, this is deodorant, not cologne. I know this smell."
Jack laughed at him. "Is it your own deodorant?"
"No, dickhead! I don't wear this brand."
"You know what brand it is?"
"Yeah, Wilbur wears this exact deodorant."
Everyone stared at him with confusion, then they dropped the conversation and set up the cameras to film the next bit. The smell slowly subsided, and Tommy forgot about it by the time he sat into Jack's car.
They drove in the darkness all the way back to their hotel, Jack behind the wheel and Tommy next to him, staring out the window.
"I can't believe you actually stole that creeper," Jack said.
Tommy smiled and looked down at his lap, where the creeper plushie he nicked from the house nestled between his legs. "It gives me comfort," he said.
"It gives me great discomfort. We gave that shit to the ghosts and you took it."
"You gave your stone to the ghosts and took that back, too."
"They said they don't want it!"
"Yeah well, what if they didn't want the creeper either?" He laughed. "You're greatly overreacting this situation, man. Ghosts don't exist, and I prefer this creeper in my possession. A stupid old house doesn't need toys."
He turned back to the window to continue gazing out into the dark night, but his eyes caught on the rearview mirror. Specifically, what he saw in the rearview mirror. He yelped and his head snapped over to look at the backseat. There was once again nobody.
"What the fuck was that, man?!" Jack yelled at him and slapped his arm. "I nearly swerved the fucking car, you dumbass!"
"I'm sorry! Fuck I just... I saw something in the mirror and it scared the shit out of me."
"What did you see?"
"It looked like Wilbur... But there's nothing."
"This is the second time tonight that you mentioned Wilbur. You must really miss him if you see him everywhere."
"Shut up and drive, Manifold."
Once they got back to their hotel, they got their keys from the front desk, and walked up to the second floor. They said goodbye in the hallway, since they booked separate rooms. Once Tommy was inside, he locked the door and pulled down all the curtains, making sure no one could come in or see into his room; he was sick of being scared shitless. He threw the creeper onto his bed, then took a shower, changed into pajamas, and passed the fuck out.
He was still sleepy when he opened his eyes in the middle of the night. He was surrounded by darkness, but there was a pair of glowing red eyes gazing down at him. He clutched onto the duvet covers and his breathing became heavy, all the sleepiness fleeing from his body and replaced by fear as he stared into the redness.
"Awww, did I scare you?"
The bedside lamp next to him turned on, and he could now see that the person in his room reached over Tommy's body and flicked it on. The person above him was no stranger. Tommy had stared deeply into these very eyes so many times before, except when he had, they were a comforting chocolate brown, not glowing crimson.
"Wilbur," he breathed. It was the spitting image of his best friend, besides the eyes and the curved horns atop his head.
"Hello, Tommy."
"You're not- you're not Wilbur. No, he's on a different continent, you're not here." Tommy squeezed his eyes shut and pressed the heels of his palm into his sockets.
"Calm down, darling," the thing in front of Tommy wrapped a hand around his wrist and pulled his hands from his eyes. "I'm not Wilbur, no. I just look like him. You know what I am, Tommy? I'm an incubus."
"No. No no no, demons aren't real, you're an intruder, and I'm tired so my eyes are playing tricks on me." Tommy shoved the thing off himself and scrambled out of his bed to get to the door. He jiggled the handle, but it didn't budge. He had locked it when he got inside, and this stranger didn't open it. "Ho- how did you get in here?"
"You brought me here yourself, Tommy." He held up the little stuffed creeper that laid in Tommy's bed. "You took me from the house and brought me here."
He laughed incredulously. "Quit bullshitting."
Wilbur was suddenly in front of him, standing mere inches away when he was previously sitting on the bed. "Take a breath, Tommy. Inhale deep."
Tommy did, and he could smell the spices of the deodorant that filled his lungs and made his knees weak. "You..."
"Yes. Smelled this in the house, too, didn't you? What did you say it was? Wilbur's deodorant, right?"
Fucking hell. "You're a demon."
"Indeed. An incubus, to be specific."
"What are you going to do to me? Suck my soul out, kill me?"
"Nah, that would be such an awful waste." Wilbur's fingers stroked Tommy's cheek, then they hooked under his chin to tilt his head upwards. "I'm going to take you apart, inflict pleasure like you've never felt before. You're going to be begging for me by the end of the night."
"You're going to rape me?"
"Don't be silly, darling, I know how badly you want me to fuck you. I won't be forcing you at all."
"I don't. I have a girlfriend, I don't want you."
The demon leaned even closer, so his lips were right next to Tommy's ear, and whispered, "If you've got a girlfriend, then why do I look like this?" He started kissing Tommy's neck, making goosebumps rise along his skin. "I always take the form of what you most desire. Tell me why I don't look like her."
Tommy gritted his teeth, willing every sound of pleasure that wished to escape to stay down. He knew very well why the demon looked like Wilbur instead of anyone else, but saying it would be embarrassing. He had never admitted out loud how much he loves his best friend, he didn't want to first tell it to a fucking demon.
"You know you want me, Tommy. You don't have to resist." He left one last kiss on Tommy's neck, then pulled away to look him in the eye. The redness still scared Tommy. "I'm here for sex. So if you're willing to have sex with me, get on that bed. And if you're not, you better take that fucking creeper back to the house, or else I'm staying with you."
Tommy weighed up his choices. It should've been an instant no, he had a girlfriend and the idea of inviting something unknown and supernatural to touch him intimidated him. Yet when he looked at this near-perfect image of Wilbur that stood before him, he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like. He'd wanted Wilbur for as long as he could remember, for fuck's sake, sometimes he thought about Wilbur while he had sex with his girlfriend. And no, this being in front of him was not Wilbur. But maybe this is the closest he would ever get to having sex with Wilbur.
He grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head, leaving him in just his pyjama bottoms, then headed over to the bed, where he sat down. He looked at Wilbur, waiting for him to make the next move. The demon just smiled.
"I knew you'd crack easily."
As the demon approached–this time with normal, human-like steps–Tommy's heart started beating quicker. The situation had began to feel real and Tommy was about to not only get fucked, but get fucked by a sex demon.
He watched as Wilbur undressed, taking off his sweater, then slowly unbuttoning the shirt underneath. In the middle of his chest, from underneath the hair peeked out a tattoo of some sort of runes that were etched into his skin with blood-red ink. Another thing that did not belong to Wilbur, but the demon itself. Everything else was spot on, even down to the tiniest little moles. That was Wilbur standing before Tommy. So then that was Wilbur's dick...
Tommy couldn't stop staring at it when he finally saw it, for which, in classic fashion, Wilbur made fun of him. "I have eyes, too, you know."
"Shut up," Tommy fired back instantly.
"It's okay, darling. I know you've never seen it before and you're excited for it."
"I want-"
Before he could've finished his sentence, Wilbur kissed him. Tommy's eyes opened wide in surprise before he shut them, and gave himself over to the kiss completely. It's not like he had anything to lose anyway, he already asked the demon to fuck him, a kiss couldn't hurt. And wow, Wilbur was a good kisser. Tommy was already moaning from just a tongue exploring his mouth, he couldn't even imagine how the sex would feel.
Once Wilbur pushed Tommy further up the bed so that his legs weren't hanging off the side, he pulled the pyjama bottoms off the boy. Now both of them were naked. And Wilbur crawled on top of him. Oh god.
"So what happens now?" Tommy asked the demon, whose face was hovering just inches above his.
Wilbur didn't reply, he simply acted. He roughly flipped Tommy onto his stomach and straddled his thighs. Two big, warm hands spread Tommy's cheeks, and the hard cock he had his eyes on moments ago now pushed against his rim.
Now, Tommy was no saint, okay? He had seen gay porn before, he may or may not have done some research on how the stuff actually works. And he knew for a fact that just putting it in like this would hurt like hell. So what on earth was Wilbur doing?
"Wait, hold on, don't we need like, preparation and stuff?" Tommy pushed himself up on his elbows, trying to turn his head so he could look at Wilbur.
"I'm a sex demon, sweetheart," he said simply, and then he was pushing inside. To Tommy's biggest surprise, it didn't hurt one bit, but the pleasure felt way too intense to be normal. "I was designed for this, you don't have to waste time with such stupid activities. We're here to have fun."
As he pushed all the way in, Tommy's hand gave out from underneath him, and he crumbled onto the mattress again. He bit the bedsheets to muffle his moans, but his efforts weren't as effective as he had hoped. Wilbur grabbed a pillow from the side and gave it to him so he could squish his face into it.
It just became even more overwhelmingly good as Wilbur started moving. Slow, deep thrusts dragging over every sensitive spot inside of Tommy, making him whine and moan and cry out. He never was very local in bed, he always managed to hold himself back, but something about the way Wilbur fucked him brought something out of him. It felt like his senses were heightened to an abnormal level.
The demon left soft little kisses down his neck and his shoulder blades as he fucked him slow and gentle, and his lips left a trail of warmth behind themselves. Wilbur’s entire body was so warm. "You're so fucking cute," Wilbur whispered, then licked over the shell of Tommy's ear. His hot breath was exactly like what Tommy had felt in that house. "We've just started and you already sound like you're going to cum in any second."
"Because-" Tommy said, slightly pulling back from the pillow so he could be audible for the demon. "Because it. Feels too good."
"That's very flattering, sunshine ."
The nickname punched Tommy in the gut. It was delivered with a tone of intention, as if it wasn’t just a random endearment, but a deliberate choice of words. Wilbur's voice crooning his favourite nickname in his ear like that made Tommy go cross-eyed. A few more particularly well-timed thrusts and Tommy was cumming all over his bedding. Wilbur fucked him through his orgasm, milking him of every last drop. But then he didn't stop.
"Will- Wilby! That's enough, too much!"
"Shh, it's okay. You taste amazing, sunshine. Keep calling me Wilby, be good for me, come on."
Wilbur didn't just not stop, his pace quickened. Thrusts grew harsher as Tommy grew more used to the intense overstimulation. He whined and whimpered and squirmed underneath Wilbur, but to no avail. The demon just kept fucking him. And it somehow still felt so good.
Tommy was sure if he could ever experience a heat, it would be something similar to this.
He hugged the pillow to his face tightly, and let Wilbur fuck him like this is what they were meant to be doing forever. At some point, Tommy began pushing his hips back into Wilbur's each movement. They worked in tandem, and Wilbur always went so deep inside him, he could feel the stretch of his cock all the way in his stomach.
"So good for me, sunshine. You're so eager for it. Fuck, which one of us is the sex demon again?" Wilbur laughed behind him. "Look at you, you're fucking needy, aren't you, darling? You want it so bad."
"I've wanted this for so long," Tommy replied, though his words were muffled by the pillow, inaudible for the demon to hear.
"You're so fucking sexy, I can't even believe the subject of your lust doesn't want you. Look at you, sunshine. Look at what a pretty slut you are, fucking yourself on my dick."
Wilbur suddenly pulled one of Tommy's arms out from underneath him and used it to make Tommy twist himself around and look at Wilbur. The demon attacked Tommy's lips immediately and started kissing him so feverishly, Tommy was afraid he would leave bruises on his lips. But he couldn't argue, didn't want to when Wilbur's lips were on him like that. He kissed back just as passionately, moaned into the demon's mouth as he fucked him to another mind-shattering orgasm.
It happened two more times after that. Wilbur pushed Tommy down on his back and sucked hickeys onto his neck and collarbones while he fucked the boy so hard the bed shook underneath them.
Then, Wilbur pulled out of him, leaving him feeling more empty than ever. He replaced his dick with his fingers, though much smaller, they were very good at finding Tommy's most sensitive spot. Tommy held onto the demon’s horns for dear life as Wilbur sucked his dick so good it felt like he wanted to suck his fucking soul out of him, and simultaneously massaged his prostate with unrelenting fingers. He blacked out when he reached his fourth orgasm of the night.
When he woke up next, it was already morning. He was so exhausted he could barely open his eyes, and his chest felt heavy, as if something was on top of him. When he finally managed to sit up after a few failed attempts, he found that none of his muscles hurt. He was clean and dressed in his pyjamas. The sheets around him were also clean, not a cum stain to be found anywhere, even though he was sure he made at least two last night.
He rushed over to his door, as quickly as he could move on shaky legs, and jiggled the handle again. Locked. The maids or Jack could not have come in here, let alone dress him and clean his sheets.
Could it... Could it have been just a dream?
Ah yes! That's the only logical explanation to all of this! It was all just a fucked up dream, a mish-mash of the night's events and his secret desires for his friend. There were no demons, that's so fucking ridiculous. Tommy wanted to laugh at even believing for a second.
Tommy got dressed, packed his stuff that he brought with himself to the hotel, and left. His muscles still trembled from exhaustion as he made his way to the elevator.
In the lobby, he found Jack with all his luggage, ready to leave. His friend looked up from his phone and smiled when he saw him. "Hey mate, ready to go?"
"Yes, I'm all ready," Tommy replied cheerily.
"What's with your neck?"
"What do you mean?"
"You have bruises on your neck, brother." Jack laughed, "Did the succubus pay you a visit last night?"
It was a joke, obviously. Neither of them believed in such things, or at least Tommy didn’t until last night. But the joke seemed too real, and Tommy tried to hide the panic on his face as he slapped a hand over the place where he remembered Wilbur sucking hickeys. He laughed nervously. "Yeah, sure man. N-no I just. Walked into something in the dark last night. It's all good."
The two of them got into the car. Jack had to carry Tommy's bags there, because he was so exhausted his limbs couldn't carry the weight anymore. Tommy sat on the passenger seat next to Jack on the ride home, and just watched the creeper plushie still in his lap.
He put it in his office once they got back home.