Dreaming of Demons

jazz: Well, i plan on taking this somewhere, don't worry. It just kind of gets fun writing things from Jay's POV, and I start trying to draw things out too much. Heh...

Itchan: Actually, I already had a plan on saying what I was planning on doing. It's this:

For all you out there wishing for demon babies from Seth and Jay, I got something planned out for that. It’s going to be a sequel, probably after a oneshot or twoshot or something. Already got the summary down too, and for some reason, it kind of reminds of Jay. You might see what I mean when I come out with it.

Thanks for the reviews!!!


--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“You are very demanding when it comes to sex, aren’t you?” Was the very first thing out of my mouth when Seth moved us back to the bedroom, after our second shower.

Actually, the first thing I said was, ‘I’m pruning.” It’s his fault though.

Just wait till I’m old enough to actually pass for a prune. Ugh. I am not going to want to look in the mirror for that.

Seth better stay young looking for a while. Well, I don’t really think I’m going to have to worry about that, since he looks like he’s twenty, but he’s actually around sixty.

You know this though…

Ignore my peacefully insane ramblings, for I have nothing else to think about.

Well, maybe that I’m Seth’s mate.

For all my life… huh… nothing to make you feel sorry for me or anything.

Truth is, I kind of like Seth, though I’m not sure if I’d be able to stand being around him, if he starts acting like a bastard to me or something.

Or if he takes up drinking. I’m not sure if he does already or not, but if he does, and if he doesn’t, and if he even thinks about it, well, no. No. no. no.

Never.

Ever.

Ever. Ever. Ever.

And if he does? Well, I guess he’d be happy going sex deprived.

I’d do it, too. I mean yeah, I sort of liked it, and I’d end up being sexually frustrated, but he owes me for doing this to me, so the least he could do was stay clean.

STDs included. There is no fucking way that I’d be happy getting that from him. That’s were I draw the line…

…Which covers all the other ones. Little farther back each time.

Want to know what’s weird? Every time I think of ‘crossing the line,’ I think of Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.

You know, the part were they have a line to keep underage wizards from putting their names or anyone else’s or whoever into the goblet? And the Weasely twins try to pass it, but end up getting a spell backfired on them?

Hey, it was one of the few books that I actually liked, don’t even think about dissing it.

HOW COULD YOU!!!

I know that right when I said that, you thought about it!

And just because you only thought about it because I brought it up has nothing to do with anything.

I wish I had a ferret. They’re stinky, but cute. They almost rival cats for me.

But I no longer wish I was one, cause that’d be weird, and I won’t allow bestiality in Seth’s household.

“Do I live here now?” I asked, turning to my side to look at Seth. Who looked at me. Who looked at him. As we looked at each other.

I had to work real hard not to make faces at him.

Stupid… childish… tendencies…

I was playing a game once. Well, many times, but this one game, I can’t remember what it was called, borrowed it from a friend.

Anyway, you rode this motorcycle or some kind of vehicle through an obstacle course. When you got through it, the shape of your vehicle decided your score.

I got ‘suicidal maniac’ on my first try.

Then I had to do the boring shit, and actually play the game right.

“Jay.” I shifted a bit, and winced. Fuck my ass hurt.

“You are very demanding when it comes to sex, aren’t you?” I feel like I’ve asked this before…

“I just…” Seth looked away from me, and rubbed his face with his free hand, which was connected to his free arm, cause his other arm currently had my head on it.

I hope I make it fall asleep. I don’t know why, but I really really do.

“You just…?” Have the urge to just jump me whenever you find the chance? “And don’t expect me to stay here 24/7. I get bored.”

Easily.

“I don’t expect you to,” Hmm…

Seth’s avoiding my question, is he?

What to do, what to do.

Well, I could just keep repeating my question enough times to annoy the shit out of him.

And I was just about to do that, when Seth put a hand over my mouth.

Stupid… pyshic…bastard…

Oh no, don’t tell me it’s starting already. The bastard thing.

“Mmphaawt?” It was supposed to be ‘what?’ I don’t know how it turned into that.

“Look, you’re going to be living here, if you want, and I’m sorry about earlier.”

Seth had the stones to look guilty when he said that.

And…

He still hadn’t removed his hand.

“It’s just,” he went on, and he’d better be quick, cause I’m tempted to lick his hand. “Well, what would you do if you were my age and still a virgin, around someone who got you so excited? Along with being your mate?”

I had a feeling it was a rhetorical question, cause Seth still had his hand over my mouth.

Must… not… lick…

I don’t know where it’s been.

Is what I want to say, but I do. Many places it has been and/or touched, actually.

Hehe…

I wonder what Greggy would think if he found that me and him probably wouldn’t have even mated if it wasn’t for him?

I’m still not sure if I should thank him for that or not.

I guess I really should be going crazy or something, cause now I don’t really have a choice of who I want to fuck me anymore.

But… I can’t really bring myself to care.

As long as he provides me with sex, food, beverages, sleep, a bed to sleep on, a chance to talk to my sister, some clothes, video games, someone to rant to, someone to ignore as I so please, sex, sleep, games, food… I don’t know if I’m missing anything or not.

Hand… not… gone…

Sort of annoying.

“Ley meh speck.”

“Hm? Oh.” Seth said. Thanks a lot, you know that? “What do you want to say?”

“…Nothing at the moment.” I seriously can’t remember if there was anything I was planning on saying.

“You should probably sleep then, the ritual drains both our energy.”

Huh, so in the end, I did end up in some kind of sex ritual.

Holy shit.

Wait a minute…

“Is this the reason I’ve been so tired lately?” Although he only said that the act of lovemaking was what sealed the deal.

That or I just like coming up with random excuses because I forgot what I was talking about, about halfway through.

“If I’d marked you, then yes.” Oh. Well.

“Then wouldn’t you have been tired?”

“I was.”

“And you didn’t think it was a little weird?” Seriously?

“Well, I kind of thought it had to do with dealing with you.”

“And deal with me you did.” It was sort of mumbled, cause I was halfway asleep.

If he answered, I didn’t hear, cause I fell asleep.

And had a dream that involved a blue dinosaur, trying to eat my kindergarten teacher. Freakin weird was what it was.

When I woke up, I was happy to find that Seth was still there, and neither of us had wood. I’m not sure I should have been happy about that, but I’ll take what I get for now, and no, I don’t plan on molesting Seth right now, cause he’s asleep. I’ll leave that for another time.

I was still sore as hell, I noticed, but not as bad as earlier.

Shit, I didn’t even know what day it was. But then again, that’s nothing new. There has been a time when I guess, and was seven days off the mark.

I really really want a cheeseburger right now. Or maybe a double cheeseburger, with just ketchup.

I just hate how there’s usually something wrong, like there’s mustard, or pickles, or tomatoes, or onions. Disgusting.

And what’s up with putting corn in mash potatoes?

I can barely even eat mash potatoes to begin with.

Ever choked on them before?

I have. Many times.

Eventually I just stopped trying.

Hey, it’s my choice, don’t butt in.

Great, now I have the image of the auntie robot from Robots, the one with the big back end, and has to back up before she can turn around.

Blue made me watch it with her once, otherwise I wouldn’t ever have even heard of it.

The one game I will never play, ever again, is one of those Resident Evil games. Can’t remember which one I didn’t like, but it’s annoying.

Listen to this, you have to choose to be one of two characters, go into a mansion, into this room, meet a zombie and then run.

Well, I didn’t know you were supposed to run.

So I tried to kill it.

And used up all my ammo, and my knife.

So that meant, when I finally did run, and the other person killed it, and I was supposed to go exploring, I had absolutely nothing to defend myself with.

And then I picked up another knife, and you know what happens to it? Gets stuck in another zombie’s head. And is the zombie dead after that? Nope.

And has the zombie got me at a dead end hallway? Yep.

And can I get around it without dying? Nope.

Fucking annoying game is what it is.

Useless, useless, useless.

Now that I think about it, I kind of want to play that game again.

“Jay?” I heard Seth say, and I moved up a bit so I could look at him. His voice sounded a bit gruff, like he just woken up.

Well, he did, but what, can’t I explain things a little?

“What?” I asked, and he moved around to look at me too.

“You hungry?” My stomach answered that question for him. I don’t even remember the last time I ate.

Or the last time I brushed my teeth. I hope he has some extra toothbrushes…

What time is it…?

Seth moved, and I realized I was still partly on his arm.

He stood up, shaking his arm a bit, before pulling a pair of pajama pants on, and walked out the door, saying he was going to make me something to eat.

I could get used to him doing something like that.

I contemplated getting up, but I really really didn’t want to.

But I shouldn’t be lazy.

Did you know there was a window here? I didn’t.

Sat up, winced, laid back down for a few minutes, almost fell asleep, and then got back up.

I found the pants that I was wearing earlier, and put them on. It’s not like they were really all that dirty.

I walked over to the window, and went to open.

Yeah… about that…

Didn’t work as planned. The damn thing was stuck.

That might because it’s locked, and I don’t feel like unlocking it.

It was then I figured out how fucking hot I was.

I leaned on the window seal, and pressed my face against the window.

I had to keep myself from making weird faces on it, cause it’d be weird, you know?

From here, you could see the woods. Well, I guess that’s a duh, cause the house is surrounded by trees.

Anyway, I was looking out at the woods. And there was something glinting. I don’t know what it was, and I was curious.

Seth wasn’t here either, so I couldn’t ask him what it was.

Fuck, now I’m fucking curious about it.

I want to know what it is…

I looked around, but that was a bit stupid, cause the door hadn’t opened since Seth went through it again.

And besides, I have to look around when I get out the door. That’s the only way it works, you know what I mean?

Of course not, and don’t worry, I didn’t expect you too.

And I did what I said I was going to do. Look outside the door I mean, cause I’m pretty sure Seth wouldn’t let me outside, at least right now. Well, I don’t care right now, cause you know how I said I didn’t want to be cooped up?

It might have not been in those exact words, but close enough.

I walked down the hallway, miraculously finding my way to the front door without running into Seth.

I found a pair of shoes that I realized were mine. Weird…

I was out the door, and walking towards the woods.

Now I just had to figure out where I saw the blinking thing at.

It didn’t take me long, to find it, I mean. the blinking thing.

It was a piece of metal. Looked like copper or something, cause it was reddish.

And it was on a tree.

And you know what was on it?

Absolutely nothing.

It was just nailed to the tree.

What the fuck was up with that?

“Figured you wouldn’t be able to resist. You humans like shiny things, right?” Hmm, sounds like Greggy.

I turned around, and guess what? I was right! Do I get a prize?

Yes, please?