The Possessor

Dominic

I open my eyes, find myself on my bed, sprawled out and staring up at the ceiling. As I shift into consciousness, my Possessor unravels and slides across my skin, making a low, delicate humming sound.

“What the fuck did you do?” I ask it, frowning as it slides along my skin, under the collar of my shirt and across my chest, moving like slow waves, making my flesh tingle and shiver.

“I’m sorry, Dom.” it croons at me, sliding rather purposefully over one nipple, then along my ribcage and lower, caressing against places it knows I like. “I lost my temper. Let me make it up to you.”

“Stop it.” I tell it, closing my eyes, feeling it slide along my hip and dip under the waistband of my jeans, and my cock gets hard even though I’m confused and angry. It brushes against my length, like cool, inquisitive fingers, and I bite my bottom lip to keep from moaning. It knows this game, knows exactly where to touch and know, and within seconds I’m sweating and biting my tongue almost hard enough to draw blood.

The knock on the front door downstairs makes it still for a split second, but it resumes its ministrations before I even have a change to catch my breath. I lose track of the knocking, but when Jake’s voice floats up the stairs I practically choke on my own tongue I’m so startled. I open my mouth to tell him to leave, to just go away, but my Possessor beats me to it and tells him exactly where I am with my own mouth. I can feel it holding my jaw shut for me, and my own hands slide across my thighs to the front of my jeans and snap the button open. Both of my hands join my Possessor inside, one wrapping around the base of my cock, the other sliding lower. I keep my eyes shut, knowing I can’t stop this, knowing how embarrassing for both of us it’s going to be when Jake walks in and finds me like this.

I haven’t been this scared of my Possessor in years.

The way my hand twists on it’s own, the pressing coolness of my Possessor, and my own questing fingers, and suddenly I’m arching my back, not wanting to but unable to help it. I clamp my teeth together tighter than my Possessor is pushing them shut, hissing through them, loving this feeling and hating that I can’t stop this, hating that my body never listens to me anymore.

I hear the soft, startled gasp from the doorway, and you would think that would put an end to this, you’d think my Possessor would stop, or that my body would stop reacting like this. No such thing happens in fact, I realize very quickly that the thought of Jake in the doorway, watching this, makes it even more enjoyable.

My Possessor opens my mouth for me, I and moan quietly before I say, “Jake, come here.” I hear him shift, and everything stills, my hands, my Possessor. “Jake, please.” I whisper, then moan again as my Possessor presses my hand, my own finger sliding into me and pressing directly against my prostate. I open my eyes as Jake slips very slowly into the room, his eyes wide, his lip caught between his teeth.

“Dominic, I don’t understand.” he says quietly, and my Possessor is smart enough to leave me alone for a few seconds. “I thought you were… I mean, why would you…”

“Come here.” I say again, and Jake does as he’s told, as though he can’t help it. He looks worried, confused, but he comes anyway, inching towards the bed. “Jake, I want to do this right now.”

He closes his eyes for a moment, as though collecting himself, then opens them and stares at me. “You want me to have sex with you.” he says, clarifying, and I feel myself nod. “Right now.”

“Yes.” I whisper, my knees pushing apart, and his eyes flicker downwards, toward where both of my hands are crammed down the front of my jeans. “Please.”

He sighs. “You’re sure? I thought you were nervous. I thought you wanted to wait.”

I lick my lips, then slowly shake my head. “I changed my mind.”

His nods his head. “You changed your mind.” he’s watching me carefully, searching my face for something, and when he says softly, “Something’s not right.” I would’ve burst into tears if I’d been the one in control. “You’re not right, Dom.”

I feel my Possessor uncoils, sighing gently, and my jaw unclenches so quickly I feel like someone’s pulled a pin out of it’s hinge. I moan quietly at the lack of pressure, it feels wonderful. My first reaction as soon as my hands are free is to yank the crystal off of my neck and drop it on the bedside table. I sit up, gasping, my pants still unbuttoned, and look at Jake, who’s studying me carefully.

“That was your Possessor.” he says, sitting on the edge of the bed. “That wasn’t you.” he’s not asking, but I nod anyway. “Why did that happen?”

I sigh and push my hands through my hair. “He’s impatient.” I tell him. “He’s angry at me for not letting him mate with you even though you’re willing already.”

He smiles wanly at me and reaches over to run his fingertips along my jaw. “I am, you know. If it makes everything easier, then-”

“No.”

He nods his head. “Has your Possessor ever-”

I shrug. “Sort of. Not really. Not like that.” I sigh.

“Aren’t you angry at it?” he asks me.

I lay back again, buttoning my jeans, and he smirks a little and looks away. “Lay down with me.” I hold out one arm, and he lays down, folding himself against me, his head pillowed on my upper arm and his own arm thrown across my stomach. I rest my hand on his hip and nuzzle my face against his hair; he’s comforting, and I like having him right where he is. “Yes, I’m angry. Sort of.”

“What’s all this sort of?” he asks, tracing a little spiral pattern around my belly button through my shirt. “You’re either angry or you’re not.”

“Not exactly. I’m affected by it’s emotions. It felt perfectly justified to take matters into it’s own hands, so to speak. My Possessor is older than I am, did you know that?” he shook his head. “Not much older, but older enough. When I received it, like I said, I was three. It was almost ten. Where I’m eighteen, it’s in it’s mid twenties… it’s perfect mating age. They’re not humans, Jake. They don’t have the same sense of morality, of right and wrong. They’re primal in a lot of ways. With mating, I’m astounded it’s waited as long as it has, that it’s allowed me all of this pretense and indecision.”

“But it’s getting impatient?”

“Yes.” I pause here, and he tilts his head up to look at me. Our faces are barely inches apart, and he leans up and rubs his nose against mine, an affectionate gesture that makes me smile.

“You took your necklace off.” he says. I nod. “Why?”

“The crystal is the only tangible part of a Possessor. All of them are four pointed like mine. They’re created during mating, I don’t know how. I do know they’re tiny at first, and grow as the Possessor matures. A Possessor is in sort of a… I don’t know, like a larval stage, I guess?… for it’s first two years of life. It stays in the crystal, like a cocoon.”

“All this bug talk kind of grosses me out.” Jake admits softly.

I nod. “I don’t know how else to explain it.” I tell him. “The crystal reaches a certain size and stops. Mine won’t get any bigger than that. The crystal is like an anchor for the Possessor. It can’t ever actually leave the crystal entirely, it’s always tethered to it. It’s not really a crystal… I’ve looked it up, and apparently no one can figure out what it’s actually made out of.”

Jake half sits up and stares at me. “Dominic, as fascinating as all of this is, and it really is, I don’t see how this has anything to do with your Possessor trying to seduce me without your consent.”

“I’m getting there.” I assure him, and he lays back down with a tiny sigh. “The possessors can live without a host, but they cannot function outside of their crystal without a host. They feed off of brain waves, body heat, that sort of stuff, to have enough energy to move outside. They can be felt, you know that.” Jake nodded. “They can also move their hosts in two different ways. One is actually why people call us Puppets. It works a little like a marionette. They can use their almost physical form like hands to move us, like when you bend a doll’s arms or legs.”

“Okay, really creepy.” Jake mumbles against my shoulder.

“I guess it is.” I agree after a moment of thought. “The other way they can move us is by actually taking control of our brains.”

He twitches in my arms, then sits up slowly. “It can what?” he asks, scowling. “Are you serious?”

I nod slowly. “I can give up control of my body and allow my Possessor to move me, to make me speak, things like that.” I smile at him. “Actually, it kissed you at school today, not me.”

He seems a little hurt by this, but doesn’t say anything. Instead he asks, “Aren’t you scared that it won’t let you take control again? That it’ll… I don’t know, take over completely?”

I shake my head. “The only it’s in control, the less body heat and brain function I put out, which means it weakens and eventually has to return to the crystal. I can kill me that way, but holding on too long, if it really wants to.” I sigh. “That’s happened once. A Possessor killed it’s host.”

“What happened?”

I stare at him for a moment. “The man’s wife threw the crystal into a lake. That’s like a permanent prison sentence. A possessor feels confined in it’s crystal. It’s a safe place, sure, but it’s also like a very small, empty room. With no host, a possessor has no way of getting out.”

“Wow.” I watch him turn and look at the crystal. “So… why aren’t you that mad at it?”

“Because I understand.” I tell him, and he gives me a curious look. “It’s in his nature. When a host cannot provide properly for a Possessor, the Possessor’s natural instinct is to take over long enough to get what it requires, then relinquish control again. To my Possessor, that’s all it was doing. As far as it’s concerned, you’re it’s mate, and I’m just… bait.”

Jake scowls. “That’s fucked up.”

“No, it’s nature.” I insist. “I told you, they aren’t human. They don’t think like us. It’s intelligent, sure, but it doesn’t see the world the way we do. I mean…” I grin a little. “I don’t see the world the way you do. I’m less human than you are because of my attachment to my Possessor.”

“Example.” he says, and I pause to think.

“My senses are different. There are physical things I notice with my senses. The smell of your laundry detergent, the taste of your tooth paste. The color of your eyes.” he smiles a little. “But there are other things that aren’t physical that I can smell, and taste, and see. Like how you smell like sex to me because I want to mate with you. How I can taste your virginity when we kiss.” I smile a little. “You’re emotions are hard to see, you don’t project very well. Fox does.”

“Does he?”

I nod. “Fox’s emotions are right on the surface, hidden but huge. He’s like a walking loud speaker, if you’re like me. He’s not really racist. He’s just scared. You…” I study him carefully. “You are so into me that it’s tinged like love, Jake.” I tell him softly, and he flushes and looks away. “It doesn’t bother me.” I assure him. “It’s sweet.”

He sighs and moves away, but I catch his arm. “Listen, this has been really weird, and you’re taking it a little too well-”

“What do you want me to do?” I ask him, a little angry. “Get pissed off and never wear the crystal again? Rage about it, throw a fit?”

“I’d like you to care about it.” he says to me, frowning. “You’re acting like it spilled something, not like it used you like a trap to get me into bed.”

“It’s only-”

“-in it’s nature, I know.” he sighs and shakes his head. “Still, Dom, it’s kind of scary, okay? Just… give me a little time to internalize of all of this, please.”

I nod my head. “Okay.” there is an awkward pause. “Are you leaving?”

He looks at me and sighs. “Do you want me to?”

“No.”

He lays back down, and when I pull him up so I can kiss him he comes easily. “I like this.” I tell him, running my fingers through his hair. “I like you.”

“I hope so.” he remarks with a little smile.

I kiss the corner of his mouth. “I can’t stop touching you.” I tell him. “Even without my Possessor, I want to touch you, to taste you and figure out how you feel under all of your clothes.” I slide my hands under his shirt and along his back, making him press against me. “It feel so strange, not having it on.”

“Is it okay?” he asks, running his fingertips along my throat, where the chain would normally be.

I nod. “I haven’t taken it off in years.” I admit. “I’d like to enjoy this before I have to put it back on.”

He grins a little. “You know, I was thinking on the way here. I think maybe I’ve come up with a way for you to get over that fear of yours.”

“What fear?” I ask.

“The whole letting me have sex with you thing.” I sigh, a little annoyed that he picked up on just how scared I am of that.

“What’s the plan?” I ask him.

“Well, how about you top first?” he suggests, grinning. “That way, your first experience with a guy is with you in control, and you’ll be less nervous.”

“I will, huh?” I arch my eyebrow. “What if I said I was nervous about hurting you?”

He smiles softly at me. “I think I’ll be okay. I mean, it’s not like you’re freakishly huge or anything, right? And you understand that there’s preparation involved?”

I nod. “But Jake…” I stop, frowning. “In my head, I’ve never… I mean, I can’t even imagine what to do.”

He laughs. “You’ve been with a girl before, right?” I tell him yes. “Well, it’s kind of the same concept… only more careful, because girls are built to take that, where guys just sort of… figure out how to deal with it.”

I consider this for a very long time. When I look at him again, he seem both hopeful and wary. “Okay.” I say softly, and he looked surprised before bursting into a huge, happy grin. “Now?”

He opens his mouth, but before he can say anything, I grab him by the shoulder sand press my mouth to his taking advantage of his parted lips and sliding my tongue inside, stroking at the inside of his mouth and making him arch up against me. I like when he does that, when he presses himself along my body like that. His hand slide up my sides to my shoulders and he wrestles his mouth away gasping. This annoys me a little, but I just lower my head and lick at his pulse, which makes him whimper and squirm.

I want his clothes off, now. He’s offered me this, and for some reason my brain is convinced I should accept his offer before he takes it away again. I’m pushing his shirt up, trying to get him to take it off, when his cell phone rings. He stills, panting, and I growl in frustration.

“Sorry.” he whispers, digging his phone out of his pocket and flipping open. “Hello?” I tuck my head against his shoulder and sigh softly, waiting for him to be done. “Yea, sure.” he says, then laughs softly. “I take it you talked to Fox already.” he paused, then ran his hand through my hair as he said, “Can I bring company?” another pause, and then, “Okay, I love you too.” he snapped the phone shut and sighed again.

“Who was that?” I asked, lifting my head up. “Am I company?”

“My mother, and yes.” he kisses me gently. “Will you come and meet her tonight?” he asks me.

I nod. “Sure, if you want.” he smiles. “On one condition.”

“What’s that?” he asks.

“You remember how I said I wanted to just see how things went with us?” he nods. “That was bullshit.” he raises his eyebrows at me. “I don’t know if I’m ready for the mating part yet, but I don’t get you naked and under me really fucking soon, I’m going to go insane.”

He looks flushed, then nervous, then he nods slowly. “For a straight guy, you really cannot wait, huh?”

I shrug my shoulders. “It’s you.” I tell him. “I don’t know why. Does it matter why?”

“No.” he says softly, pulling me close again, his mouth finding mine. He kisses me, his tongue pushing into my mouth this time, swirling and thrusting, making me shudder, and when he pulls away he whispers, “I don’t think anything matters right now.”

I grin at him, glad we’re on the same page. “How long until we have to go see your mother?”

He glances at the clock on my bedside table. “A little over an hour.” he says. “Not enough time.”

I sigh. “Well, we can find something else to do, right?” I ask, and he smiles and nods. “Good.”