Dreaming of Demons

Kylee: Ehehe. You'll see what Seth got from that ;)

M-K-la: Muhuhuhuhu... Good going. All i can do is get it stuck in my own head :|... :)

SakeMan: Well, i try to get a chapter out at least every day of the weekend fri-sun, and give me the rest of the week to work on other stories, or this one. And...uh.. heh.

Kira Norame: Well, you'll see if he was or not, and more ;)

Itchan: Good. :) It took me a while to write that too. I hope it's real good.

The Grinning Reaper: I plan on it!

MERRY EASTER!!!

Hehe. I don't know why, but whenever i try thinking Happy Easter, it comes out Merry Easter.

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Oh my god.

Oh my god.

I don’t care if I sound a little girly saying this but, shit. Oh my god.

“What are you doing?”

“Uh… I’m… lost…”

Don’t turn the lights on. Don’t turn the lights on. Please don’t turn the lights on.

“Yeah, but what are you doing?”

“I need to use the bathroom.”

“Why?”

…What?

“For whatever reason a bathroom exists in the first place?”

I really probably should have turned the lights on, before I got myself lost. You know, to save me the trouble of getting lost.

“Well, you’re nowhere nearby.”

Hehe.

“And there’s one in my room, too.”

…

What?

Are you fucking kidding me?

All this for fucking nothing?

And I’m still really hard?

Really really happy that I didn’t forget my towel.

“Come here.” Seth said, and I looked around.

“Not sure where here is.”

“Fuck, I’ll turn the light on then.”

“No!”

Well, I don’t think Seth’s planning on doing anything. Cause the lights off and he’s not saying anything.

“It… uh… it’ll hurt my eyes?”

Heh, didn’t mean to come out as a question. In a way, it is-

Oh my god.

Seth has good senses, right?

So what if he can smell it?

Not my problem, but his, which I took care of?

Oh fuck.

He’d say something about it, I know he would. Just don’t freak out.

“Jay?”

“Yeah?”

“Did you do something when I was asleep?”

“…W-what?”

“Never mind then…”

Okay… weird. I guess my surprise was mistaken for something else.

“It’s this way.”

All of a sudden I felt something touch my back, and started pushing me forward.

Of course, I tried pushing back, and only managed to almost fall forward.

“Quit.” Was all Seth said, right by my ear, and that did not work well for me. Or mini me.

That sounds wrong. Not in the dirty sort of way. Just… wrong.

I started walking the way he pushed me, and I was surprised I wasn‘t led to walk into any walls.

Good. Just because I would have done that to him, doesn’t mean he can do it to me.

His hand is really warm… it was the one that was touching me earlier, too…

Shit. I really really want to turn around and jump him.

Fuck, why did I have to already get him off?

Probably could’ve gotten him to fuck me or something. Without breaking the deal, of course. Couldn’t have that, now could we.

God, I’m about to just fucking do it. I’m almost at the point where I couldn’t care less about my manly pride.

I wanted to be fucked, dammit!

Couple seconds later, Seth’s hand left my back, and my feet hit the bathroom tile.

“Bathroom,” Was all Seth said, and I turned around.

“Mind bringing me some clothes?” I asked, and then mentally hit myself, cause that meant that Seth was going to have to come back, and I still had a pretty noticeable problem, that I really really wanted to take care of quickly.

“Be back in a minute.”

Well, I think I can wait for that long, hopefully.

I waited, and soon some soft feeling clothes was being thrust into my hands.

“Pajamas,” Seth said, before I was almost positive that he walked away.

God I feel so awkward, and I have a really weird taste in my mouth that I just noticed was there, cause now I’m thirsty.

I turned the lights on. I wasn’t lying when I said that it would hurt my eyes. Had to blink about a billion times before I could actually see.

And then I had dots in my eyes, and that was annoying too.

I dropped the towel, went to the toilet, and finished myself off, not too loud though.

I’d set the clothes Seth gave me on the counter, which turned out to just be a pair of pants and underwear.

Damn, I was hoping to be able to go commando.

Not.

Well, then again, Seth would know that I wasn’t wearing any underwear. He could very well use it to his advantage, because it would be one less obstacle in the way of a nice fuck.

Just imagine, Seth buying underwear for me.

Kind of embarrassing.

I left the bathroom and-

“Son of a bitch!”

Seth was there.

I didn’t turn the light off, so he looked about as surprised as I did.

After finishing looking scared shitless.

Fuck, he didn’t hear, did he?

Shit shit shit.

Déjà vu.

Wonder what the hell that even means. I’m serious. I mean, I know what it means, but… just… like is English or something? Seems French to me.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I asked, and Seth reached towards me.

And then behind me, to turn off the bathroom light.

I’m sorry that I have a habit of leaving it on. At least I’m not as bad as Blue, who leaves just about every cabinet in the kitchen she gets into wide open. Fucking annoying is what it is.

“Wanted to make sure you got back to the bed alright.” Seth sounded sort of sheepish.

Fuck, whatever. I don’t care if he heard me, I wanted him to.

“Fine…” I muttered, before he grabbed onto my hand, and led me to his bed.

Fuck, if only it was because of what I wanted it to be for.

But no, no sexing happened when we got there. Seth fell asleep really quickly, before wrapping a hand around my waist and tugging me against him as if I was his oversized teddy bear.

Action figure, if you want to be manly about it.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, if you’re me, there were no more sexual escapades in our sleep.

When I woke up, however, and the digital clock said it was around ten a.m., Seth was nowhere to be seen.

I got up, stretched, scratched, and walked out of the door. Not out the door… Fuck, I’m practically still asleep.

I walked down the hallway, then walked back again, cause I hit a dead end.

Took me a while, but I eventually found the kitchen, with a big fridge that I was planning on raiding, if it had anything good.

Seth was there too. Man, I’m seeing him everywhere, now aren’t I?

Guess that’s a bit of a ‘duh,’ since this is his house, and it’s not like its fucking huge.

Just sort of big, with a few places that people would gather. Bed, bathroom, living room, and kitchen. Can’t forget the entertainment center.

I really hate snooty people. Whenever I think of snooty, or snotty, I think of blond spoiled rich kids, and sluts.

Not saying snooty people are sluts, just the first thing that comes to mind. I’ve been to school before. I have reason to believe so.

“Jay?”

“Hm?”

“Something you want to eat?”

Was he going to get it for me?

“Sure.”

“What do you want?”

I thought for a moment.

“Food.”

“No shit.”

“No.”

“What?”

“Never mind.” He obviously doesn’t get it. “What do you have?”

I went to the fridge, and he followed, leaning over me as I went through it, and then the freezer. Not that much.

“I’m not usually here, so there probably isn’t much.”

“Didn’t you go shopping yesterday?” I asked, and Seth looked down at me where I was squatting on the floor to look through the bottom shelves of the freezer.

“Yeah?”

“Why didn’t you get something then?”

By the silence, I’m sure that he didn’t even think about it.

Don’t worry Seth, I wouldn’t have either.

“Got any pizza?” I asked. Hey, I’m still technically a teenager, which we’ve established. I’m free to ask for junk food for breakfast without being expected of a logical answer. Or even questioned about it at all.

God I’m going to hate being twenty.

I’ll have to be a responsible adult.

Unless I go to college.

Went to college. Unless I went to college.

But I didn’t, and I didn’t want to. Blue’s the smarty of the family.

I really want to eat some smarties right now. Especially the really big ones that hurt your tongue if you eat them all, since they have a bigger width than my tongue.

Also hurt your teeth, though I’m not surprised.

I wonder if he has any ice cream?

We’d better get some eventually.

“I’ll go shopping later.” He told me.

“Can I come?” I asked, but was disappointed when he shook his head. “Why not?”

“Fuck if I’m letting you out.” I’m not the only one who doesn’t know grammar, apparently. And he calls himself a demon…

“You think you can actually keep me here while your not?” Well, he could if he had some mind controlling abilities or something. So far, I haven’t seen even a hint of him having that sort of capability. He might have someone watch me though.

“I’ll just wait till you fall asleep then.”

“Oh, yeah, do that, and if Gregory comes, I’m wide open for a molesting.” Just like he was last night.

“Fuck, Jay, can’t you just be a little helpful?”

I mumbled incoherent words that didn’t mean anything at all unless it was another language under my breath.

I hate being told what to do. Another reason why I was on this trip…

I need to call Blue…

I think I saw a phone. I got a perfect plan. Seth leaves, I call Blue, and everyone’s happy!

Except for me cause I’d be locked in.

“Fine.” I told him. I might as well, and then figure out another way to get him to go out again. Could probably find a way to hide in his trunk.

Wait, he doesn’t have a car. Scratch that plan then.

“Good, I’ll leave later then. I have a few things to make for breakfast then.”

“I’m not hungry.”

“Then why are you…? You’re going to eat something.” Seth practically ordered. Of course, that made me mad. So I stood up. My legs were starting to hurt anyway.

“What are you going to do, stuff it down my throat?”

I shouldn’t have said anything, because it led to me thinking of what I did to Seth.

Seth was quiet too, and he was looking off into space. I don’t know what he was thinking about, but now I was curious.

“What?” I asked, and Seth looked at me, before looking away, almost as if he was ashamed for something.

“Nothing,” He told me. But no, now I knew there was something, and I was determined to figure it out.

“What?” I asked again, and he sighed, before walking away, and leaning against a counter nearby.

“Like I said, nothing. Just thinking about something.” While he said this, he looked at me. My mouth, to be exact, before looking away again.

Oh fuck, he was awake!

“What?” I said again. Apparently I thought that it would be annoying enough to make him tell me what the hell he knows.

“It’s just… nothing.”

“Seeeeeth…” I whined, and he sighed again.

“Just a weird dream, alright?” He finally relented.

Hm… a dream, huh?

“What kind of dream? Scary? Freaky? Fracky? Erotic?” Probably shouldn’t have said that last one, but Seth didn’t say or notice or something.

“Just… weird.”

“Tell me…” Should I tell him I’m good at telling the meaning behind dreams? I mean, I’m not, but that might make him want to tell me a little more.

“It’s just... It felt real, you know?” Again, he looked at my mouth, and then farther down. I raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to actually look me in the face.

When he noticed what I was doing, he looked away again. Apparently he really isn’t good at looking people in the face.

“What was it about?” I asked, a little happy that he thought it was just a dream. And that he was looking at me like a piece of eye candy.

Hehe, I’m eye candy.

“It… nothing.” Oh, you’re going to do this now, are you? I have the odd urge to laugh maniacally.

“Tell me?” I asked again, and walked a little closer, just enough to breach his personal space, cocked my head to the side, and gave him my winning smile.

It got the desired reaction, it seemed, cause his face got redder.

“You were just… Look, it was nothing.” Oh, like I can believe that.

“What was I doing?” I asked. I’m not letting this go anytime soon. Mwhahaha.

“You were…” I raised an eyebrow as he stared at my mouth again. Oh yeah, I know what he’s thinking about.

I sighed, before looking down dejectedly.

And then looked up with another raised eyebrow.

“What was I doing, exactly?” Especially to get this reaction?

Fuck, he’s really got one hell of a sex drive.

“Fuck…” I heard him mutter, before pushing himself off the counter.

Problem is, remember how I said that I was breaching his personal space?

Well, it definitely wasn’t a breach anymore.

Fucking good job, Seth.

“Shit…” He said this time, clutching onto my arms, while he pressed his body against mine.

Shit was right.