The Possessor

Jake

Dominic’s tongue slides along my jaw, biting softly before his mouth latches onto my pulse. I’m pinned under him on his bed, and somehow he’s managed to get both of my wrists in one of his hands and shove my arms above my head. His other hand is clamped down on my hip, holding me still. My legs are wrapped around his waist and he’s grinding against me, making low, growling moans against my throat. The friction of denim and cotton and whatever the hell his shirt is made out of against my cock is excruciating. I’m pretty sure this is the most turned on I’ve ever been, my cock so hard against the flat of his stomach that it’s almost painful, and the rhythmic, harsh thrusts Dominic has settled into are low enough for me to imagine exactly what it’s going to feel like to have him fuck me.

He lifts his head enough to kiss me, shoving his tongue roughly past my lip, and I suck at the writhing muscle, making him tighten his grip on both my wrists and my hip. He tears his mouth away, panting. “Fuck.” he whispers, resting his forehead against mine. He’s still thrusting. “Jake, I… I can’t…” he winces, as though he’s in pain, and I smirk up at him, realizing just how close he is to climax.

I lift myself up enough to lick at his mouth, and his eyes snap open and meet mine. He groans again, pushing against me hard enough to hurt. Still smirking a little, I arch against him, pretty damn close to coming myself. After a brief struggle, I manage to get my wrists free from his hand, and he grabs me by the hair and jerks my head back painfully, lowering his head and biting down on my shoulder. I whimper, but the pain somehow makes everything feel better. I never marked him as anything near a sadist, so this little force on his part is astounding. I worm my hands between us, practically ripping the front of his jeans open. He stills instantly, lifting his head.

“Jake, what-” I wrap my hands around his cock, squeezing gently before stroking, and he moans loudly and drops his head against my shoulder again. “Oh fuck…” he mumbles, thrusting up against my hand. “Don’t, I can’t… fuck.”

His broken cursing makes me smile, and I duck my head to swipe my tongue along the shell of his ear. I’m trying my hardest to get him to finish, but it feels like every time he’s really close, he mentally shut s himself down. I nip his earlobe with my teeth and whisper, “Come for me, Dom.” and that’s it. His entire body tenses and he yanks my hair hard, covering my hand in warm stickiness. He thrusts two more times against my hand, panting, and then stills. He’s practically crushing me; we’ve got a bit of a height difference and he’s not exactly skinny, but for the moment I don’t mind. My aching, neglected erection minds, but the rest of me doesn’t. I nuzzle against his neck, breathing in the smell of his sweat.

“Goddamn.” he breathes against my shoulder. He shudders, then lifts his head a little and meets my eyes. “That was the best fucking hand job I’ve ever gotten.”

I smile up at him, and he lets go of my hair slowly, uncurling each finger one at a time. “I’m glad you liked it.” I tell him. He shifts, putting pressure on my ignored cock, and I wince at he pleasure/pain of it. He looks confused at my expression, then glances down between up.

“Oh.” he says, rather dumbly actually. He gets up onto his hands and knees, and I pulled my semen slicked hand out of the front of his jeans. “Wow, uh…”

“It’s fine.” I tell him. I half sit up, my cock still feeling somewhere between epic orgasm and fatal agony, but before I can get much farther he grabs my wrist. “Dominic-”

His face is crimson, and he won’t meet my eyes. For a split second he’s completely still, but then he ducks his head and takes one tentative lick at palm of my hand. His tongue comes away coated and his eyes shut, and I have to bite my own bottom lip to keep from moaning at the sight. “Shit, don’t do that.” I mutter at him. He ignores me, swallowing carefully, then lowers his head and takes my middle finger into his mouth. He swirls his tongue across it, collecting the evidence of his orgasm, and I buck my hips at the sight, my free hand sliding up my own leg towards the bulge at the front of my jeans. I fumble my fly open, get my hand inside, and it takes three strokes and one deep, hungry pull at my middle finger from Dominic’s mouth to send me over the edge.

He sits back, licking his lips experimentally, and watches me. “I can’t believe you just did that.” I tell him, and he half smiles. “Whatever latent homosexual tendencies you were harboring, they’re pretty severe.”

He makes a noncommittal sound and sits back. His pants are still undone. “That taste has never bothered me.” he says honestly. “My ex always thought it was gross that I didn’t mind kissing her after she would go down on me.”

I barely hear this, too intent on figuring out how to get off of the bed and wash my hands. Both of them are sticky and I don’t want to use them to hoist my weight up and end up getting stuff all over his comforter. Dominic seems to notice my dilemma, because he stands up, takes hold of my wrists, and pulls me to my feet.

“Bathroom’s there.” he says, pointing to a half open door on the other side of the room. I wash my hands, then my face, noticing the swollen, shiny quality of my lips and the rather large, angry looking bruise on my throat. I half smile, half scow over it; Fox will tease me up and down for this one, and my mother’s going to have something to say.

Which reminds me. I check my phone for the time, then swear under my breath and hurry in the bedroom. “Hey, Dominic, I-” I stop short, my mouth popping open.

He’s got his back to me… his bare, well muscled, beautiful back, and he’s in nothing but a pair of rather small blue boxers. He glances over his shoulder, catches me gaping, and grins. “Sorry, I was changing.” he says, unnecessarily, I might add.

How can my dick want to be hard again already?

I can’t make my mouth work until he’s pulled a shirt over his head and gotten a new pair of loose fitting jeans on. When he’s decent again, I mumble something about being late to meet my parents.

“Okay.” he puts his sneakers on, and this is one of those things I’ve never noticed about him before. I’ve seen him boots, and in black skate shoes, but never in high tops. And his high tops are mismatched. One’s green, the other is blue, with alternate colored laces. They’re so endearing I have to walk over and kiss him as soon as he’s finished tying them. He accepts the kiss easily, half smiling against my lips, and rests one hand on my hip. “Come on.” he says after breaking the kiss. He snatches his necklace off the night stand and leads the way downtairs.

I call my mother on the way out the door and tell her we’ll be twenty minutes. She agrees to this, and when I hang up and put my phone in my pocket, Dominic falls in step beside me and very timidly takes my hand. He’s holding it like it might break, so I tighten the grip and flash him a reassuring smile. “Can I ask you something?”

He nods his head. “You can ask me anything. I can’t promise I’ll have an answer, but you can ask.”

I roll my eyes at him. “Funny.” I quip. “Seriously though…” I trail off, curious as to how to word this. After rejecting a few phrasings, I decide to bluntly say it. “You’re kind of rough.”

“What do you-” he stops, catching my meaning, and flushing. “Uh, yea. About that. I’m sorry.” he shrugs, almost helplessly, and glares at his feet. “I’ve never… I mean, I’m not normally like that.”

“Oh, I didn’t mind.” I assure him. “I just didn’t expect it. With how worried you’ve been about this whole guy thing, and after all of this shit today…” I laugh and shake my head. “Pretty crazy.”

“Tell me about it.” he mutters. “Yesterday, hell, when I woke up this morning, I had a very distinct idea about how to handle all of this. How to handle you.”

“I think you’re doing pretty good.”

He half smiles. “Still, this is so far away from what I’d planned.”

“Is that bad?” I ask.

He thinks about this for a while. “No.” he says finally. “I’m beginning to realize that all my hang-ups and fears about being with a guy were pretty superficial. Once the ball got rolling, so to speak…”

“Yea, you seemed to have warmed to the idea pretty well.” he squeeze his hand affectionately. “Maybe there’s hope of making you part of the gay community yet.” I joke.

He looks a little uncomfortable at this. “I’m not gay.” he says. I open my mouth to explain to him just how gay what happened in his bedroom was, but he cuts me off. “I’m not attracted to guys.” he clarifies. “I’m attracted to you.”

“Well, I am a guy.” I point out, and he shoots me a playful glare. “But you’re sure, right? About me? About how you feel?”

He sighs. “Didn’t I just prove that?” he asks.

“I’m not sure. I’m sort of on the fence about it.” he raises an eyebrow. “Well, think about it from my point of view. I know that you’re affected by your Possessor’s emotions. It wants me in a sexual manner in order to procreate. So even though your Possessor was not involved in our little antics upstairs, you were still affected by what it wanted, right?” he shrugs, then thinks about it, and finally nods, looking a little put out. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy as hell that it happened, even though I’m with you on the whole ‘that-isn’t-how-I-planned-that’ thing.” I shake my head and look away, towards anything other than the look on his face. “Today’s just been crazy.” I say again. “Maybe tomorrow you’ll feel differently. Your Possessor might not have gotten it out of it’s system, but maybe you have.”

He stops walking and jerks my hand so hard my shoulder creaks. I wince, stopping, and turn to look at him. “That’s a really fucked up thing to say.” he snaps at me. He looks angry as hell. “I already told you-”

“You haven’t told me anything.” I cut in. “You told me maybes, and could bes, and all of that. You don’t know how you feel, and I’m not faulting you for that, I’m just pointing out the possibility.”

“You’re being a pessimist.” he retorts. “It’s unfair of you.”

“Maybe.” I nod. “But I have every right.”

“How the hell-”

“Listen.” he shuts up again, glaring at me. “Yesterday you were that really hot straight guy I was pining for since middle school who had never even spoken a word to me. Today you tell me I’m supposed to mate with your incorporeal parasite, then tell me you’re still straight after trying to pelvic thrust me through your mattress.” he flushes at this, still looking thunderous, but he says nothing. “Now, maybe letting you do all of these things makes me pretty slutty. I’ll admit I’m having some problems with my conscience about it. But that’s my problem, not yours. What is my problem is what’s going to happen tomorrow, and next week, and next month. I mean, fuck, Dominic, earlier you said you wanted to wait, to go slow, and then your fucking Possessor takes control of you, puts on a pretty fucking weird stroke show for me, and you suddenly can’t wait to have sex with me. You’re kind of all over the place, all right? I’m doing my best to deal with this, so just cut me some fucking slack.”

His face goes from looking like he’s ready to punch my teeth out to looking like he’s going to cry in a split second. His shoulders sag a little and he pulls me by the hand I didn’t notice until now he was still holding. I step forward without thinking and let him hug me. He pushes his face against my neck and sighs. “You’re right.” he mumbles. “I’m sorry.”

I put my arms around him in return. “Listen, I know you’re just as confused as I am.” I assure him, rubbing the small of his back. “So let’s not get all upset at each other for crap we can’t know yet, okay?”

“I do know.” he insists, and I pull back to look at him. “I know already.”

“Know what?” I ask, confused.

“Whether or not I’m going to feel differently tomorrow.” he reaches up with one hand and touches my bottom. “I’ll feel very different.”

This makes my stomach flip in a way that makes me wonder if I’m about to vomit. I can’t think of anything to say, so I just stare at him.

He half smiles at me. “I’m going to wake up tomorrow, and know that when I get to school, you’ll be there, and I’ll get to do this.” he kisses me softly, just the softest brush of his mouth against mine. “That’s very different from how I felt this morning. That’s a hundred times better.”

“You’re talking about being together in public.”

He looks around. “This is public.” he points out. “Jake, listen. I know you’re worried. I am, too, especially since you’re right about what you said. This morning I was pretty sure about who I was. Now I’m realizing I really have no idea. A lot of that has to do with how I feel about you. And I’m standing firm in my belief that if how I feel is only because of my Possessor, then I wouldn’t care about how it made you feel in return.”

I lean up and kiss him then, and after a long moment we start walking again. This time, I’m smiling stupidly, and I know he’s watching me out of the corner of his eye.


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Dominic

I collapse face first on my bed, letting out a loud, contented sigh. What a crazy, roller coaster day. What a long, stressful, great day. I take a deep breath, smell Jake on my blankets, and smile to myself. If you had asked me even when I woke up this morning if I thought I’d feel this way, I’d tell you that you were nuts.

Dinner with Jake’s parents had been pleasant, a little awkward, and really funny. His mother actually got sort of teary eyes when Jake introduced me and she saw that we were holding hands. She had hugged me, almost hard enough to cut off my windpipe. She had asked questions nonstop through dinner, until her husband had shushed her and told her to let me eat. After dinner, Jake’s parents had gone to their room, and Jake and I had sat on the porch swing out front and just talked. We talked about a lot of things; movies, books and comics, people we both knew. He had a thing about astronomy, and I told him about physics until he looked like he had a headache.

Fox had come over around eleven, looking pleased with himself, and had offered to drive me home. It was silent in the car, pretty weird honestly, but when I got inside my pleasure over the general end of the day’s events was too overwhelming.

Now, I roll over onto my back and smiled up at the ceiling, and when my Possessor slithers out of it’s crystal and around my bicep, humming curiously, I’m not even displeased with it.

“I can see you had a good day after you removed me.” it mumbles, and I nod. “You smell like him.”

“I know.” I say, and laugh quietly. “Are you upset?”

“No.” it says. “Confused, perhaps. I wonder why you’re not upset. I’ve had time to ponder my actions, and see now why you and my mate would be angry with me over them. I wanted to apologize.”

“Really?” I watch the displacement of the air above my face curiously. “You’re sorry?”

“No.” it says, and I snort. “I do not think my actions were incorrect. I am simply stating that I apologize for any discomfort I may have put you or my mate in.”

“Accepted.” I say, and it caresses the side of my face. “Can you wait a little longer? To mate, I mean. Jake and I agreed that when we finally get horizontal without clothing, I’m going to top first. You said I had to be the one on bottom in order for the mating to occur.”

It sighs and for a moment stills against my skin. “I will wait.” it says finally. “As long as I can, I will wait. But you must understand, Dominic, that the longer I wait, the harder it will be for me to control myself.”

“I understand that. I’m just asking for a little more time.” it consents to this, then curls lovingly around my throat and settles down. I reach over, turning off my bedside lamp, and then wriggle out of my clothes. I burrow under the covers, comforted by Jake’s smell in my bed, the lingering taste of him on my tongue, and the weight against my neck. I close my eyes and drift.

The next morning, as I’m eating breakfast, my mother comes into the kitchen, looking a little confused. “Dominic?” she says my name, and I look up from my toast and coffee. “You have a visitor.”

My heart leaps. I stand up, grabbing my coffee cup and heading out into the living room. “Jake, I thought we agreed to-” I stop midsentence. The boy standing in my living room is not Jake. “Quinn?” I ask stupidly. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

He looks at me carefully, and I notice how tired he looks. “Dominic, can we talk?” he asks, his voice timid, careful. “I think something’s happening, and I just… I need your advice.”

I frown. What the hell would he need my advice about? I ask him this, and after a long, tense hesitation, he reaches into his collar and lifts the telltale four pointed crystal pendant from his shirt.