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Casper said it was his Day 665. In reality, if he could call it that, he had no idea.
Based on the vague notion of a circadian rhythm he still had, it was probably close enough. He doesn’t remember exactly how he found the recording equipment, maybe it came over with him from the Hedron incident? That was his strongest theory; the empty black void of wherever he was didn’t seem to have a knock-off Radio Shack anywhere. He looked back to the camera, his brain rapid-firing potential ideas. “This isn’t a place for a scientist. This is a place for an artist.” he concluded to the lens.
He overheard someone to his right, turning to come face to face with an incredibly pretty man, looking straight off the poster of a 70s rock band. He was tall, just a bit taller than Casper, with striking blue eyes and a strong jawline. Casper’s gaze trailed down the man’s body, widening as he took in the lack of shirt exposing his bare chest and leather pants that hugged every inch of his waist and legs.
He gulped and quickly looked back up, reaching out to shake the man’s hand excitedly while hoping his ogling went unnoticed. “Darling, Dr. Casper Darling. It is so good to meet you.” he introduced himself, actually grateful to see another human being here. “Well hello Darling,” the other man said, his voice dripping around the scientist’s name, “I’m Tom, Tom Zane.”
Tom Zane. That name sounded familiar. Why was it familiar? His attention was pulled away as Tom let go of his hands, reaching out to squeeze Casper’s shoulders, “Hold on, you work out a lot don’t you? I mean look at you, you’re swole.” The touch brought a brighter flush to the doctor’s face, turning to the camera, “well I am active.”
“Say you wouldn’t happen to know a way out of here, would you?” He asked, hopeful that if there was another human, they had to have come in from somewhere. The other man sighed and held up two glasses, where did those even come from, and asked, “a drink?” Confused but not one to turn down the offer, Casper clinked the glass handed to him with a small “cheers”. Tom’s response drawling over the slight accent the doctor picked up on, “kippis.” The gaze from those blue eyes held him in place as they sipped.
“You know what?” the other man questioned, pointing at Darling, “You and I, we should join forces. Come up with a plan for escape! Art, and science, combined to form an unstoppable force.” The doctor briefly got distracted as Tom’s hands played with the lapels of his lab coat. He was a very touchy man.
Still, the potential to leave this dark void had him excited. Combining science and art in this place could definitely do it. At the very least, get them to where they needed to be. He rambled out the start of his ideas, Tom pulling him away from the random equipment he found with an arm over his shoulder.
Casper couldn’t remember how he ended up in this hotel room. The neon sign outside read “Oceanview”, just like the motel in the Oldest House…right? He shook his head, trying to clear it before turning back to the room. Too many things running through his brain, overwhelming connections that he needed to plot out.
First, talk with Zane.
The other man was pouring some type of alcohol into a glass, almost seeming to jump through space to hand it over. “Ok so we have many many options here, and you said you exhausted every scientific theory you know for this place, right?” Tom asked, his blue eyes wild.
The doctor took a sip of his drink, mulling over his mental notes then glancing back at the glass in his hand. Damn, that was actually pretty good. “Yes I did, and I can’t go too far into them without a looping portion of time making it interfere with my next one.” he rattled off, making a circular motion in the air with a finger.
“Ok I see. So there needs to be a new theory for this place, one because of its existence and not building too heavily on the existence of a different theory…” Zane mused out loud, taking his own drink in hand and downing half in one gulp. Casper quickly averted his eyes down, trying to will away the flush crawling up his neck.
“I’ve got it!” the other man exclaimed, startling the doctor into looking back up, “Keep it simple: A film about a scientist creating new theories, starting with what you’ve been doing already and moving from there!”
Once again, it was like Zane skipped through space but dragged Casper along with him. They were on the other side of the room, several more glasses of finished drinks laying around them. Darling tried keeping up but knew he’d be swept away by the whirlwind of an artist with a vision, simply following what Tom directed.
It was honestly nice, to be told what to do for the camera instead of trying to figure it out on his own. Or with the minimal help of his assistants.
He focused back to Zane, several sheets of graphs and notes clutched in his hand. “Ok so I’ve run these different tests, each flying back at me like the world’s most improbable boomerang” he was saying, gesturing wildly for effect. He clocked Tom’s smile behind the camera, something in his chest warming at the sight.
The filmmaker set down his camera and walked confidently up to the doctor. “Ok we’ll move onto the next part of this scene, sopiiko?” he said, his voice dipping into a lower register. “We’re going for a more manic, mad scientist. So let's get you roughed up.”
With the other man so close, Casper could pick up more features of his face. He had soft wrinkles around his eyes, like someone who spent many of their days smiling. His jaw was covered by a five o’clock shadow of stubble. His lips were full, plush, revealing sharp teeth that glinted when he grinned. Casper found himself captivated, letting Tom push him around and pull at his clothes.
“We gotta get this more wrinkled, maybe a few spills of this here and there,” the director was saying, grabbing at the doctor’s lapels with fervor, leaving them askew and creased. Casper blinked back and jumped to help. He took the drink set off to the side and spilled it down the arm of his lab coat. Not very sterile but this was a film, he could suspend his disbelief. He went so far as to tear a few buttons off the front.
Tom was grinning something dangerous, his eyes tracking every move of Casper’s. The scientist kept himself from looking up, trying to accomplish the ‘manic’ look that was asked of him. He didn’t notice Zane had moved in closer until he was staring at the bare chest in front of him. “The clothes are perfect, but you need a little something extra,” the other man murmured, his hands coming up into Darling’s hair, “something more like this.” Casper bit back a noise quickly as Tom ruffled his hands through the graying strands, attempting to get it stuck up at odd angles. “Man what do you use in here? How is it so soft yet always in place?” the director mused, continuing his ministrations.
“Oh well I really pref-” his response was cut short by Tom yanking on a section of his hair, a whine escaping his throat. The tug sent electricity down his spine, heating his core in a sudden spark of arousal.
He could feel his cheeks redden, realizing what had just occurred. “I…I’m so sorry, I can- oh ” he was cut off again, Tom pulling on his hair and wringing a soft moan out of him. The other man was smirking deviously, those sharp teeth on display. “Well well doctor, seems like there’s more to this theory we need to explore…” he growled, the sound rumbling through his chest. Casper’s eyes slid shut when Zane tugged one more time, allowing the noise to spill freely from him.
The law of three apparently counted here too.
The filmmaker used the strands between his fingers to pull the doctor forward, crashing their lips together. Darling’s hands dropped the prop papers and immediately came to Zane’s waist, sliding under the black blazer and pulling him tighter. Soft gasps were shared between each kiss, increasing in desperation. Tom licked into Darling’s mouth, exploring eagerly.
It wasn’t until this man’s hands were all over him that the doctor realized how touch-starved he had actually been. Every brush of Zane’s fingers, his lips, the skin of his hips under Casper’s hands, it was addicting. He wanted more, needed more. Connection, real human connection.
Zane swung the two of them around, walking backward until he could push on Casper’s shoulders to get him sitting on the bed. Darling relished in the sight, being put at eye level with the growing bulge Zane’s pants were doing nothing to hide. He looked back up to the filmmaker, holding his gaze as he leaned forward and mouthed over the hard length under the leather. It had been so long since he’d done this, hopefully the other man didn’t mind giving a refresher course.
Casper held Tom by the hips as he kissed his lower belly, nipping a bite into the flesh here and there. He wrestled with the zipper of the pants, unsure how Zane even got himself in them, finally shoving the leather down. He was face to face with the filmmaker's cock; apparently he forwent underwear. He could hear noises muffled in Tom’s throat as he kissed and licked everywhere but at the dick between his legs. He looked up, blood running hot when he made eye contact with Zane above him. His eyes were watching with burning intensity.
Casper leaned in and licked a long stripe from base to tip of the other man’s length, the resounding groan echoing in his ears. He did it again, this time focusing on slowing down. He kissed the head reverently, smirking when Zane’s hips rolled into the touch. The doctor was hard as a rock, his own teasing getting not just to Tom but also himself.
He took Zane’s cock into his mouth, sucking on the head before dipping further down. His eyes rolled back in his head as Tom moaned loudly, his own whine bubbling up around the length he wanted stuffed down his throat.
Darling lost himself in the feeling, sucking down Zane’s dick like his life depended on it. Like a man possessed, started to rock Tom’s hips, urging him to move. He whined again when familiar fingers wound in his hair and pulled him closer. Casper let his hands drop, one coming to cup his own cock for some sense of relief. “Don’t you dare, Darling,” Zane breathed out, causing the doctor to look back to the other man’s face, “That’s for me.”
It was like he was laying claim to Casper, making him his in this moment. Once again, his hand dropped away. Tom paused, his dick fully in the doctor’s throat.
“Good boy”
The praise shot arousal straight through Casper, his eyes fluttering shut. He swallowed around Zane, spurring the other man into action and picking up the pace.
Darling moaned around the cock in his mouth, his brain quieting into simplicity. He feels so good. I hope I’m doing good. Does he think I’m doing good? God I want him inside me.
Almost like he could sense the doctor’s thoughts, Zane reached a hand down from gripping the gray strands. He cupped Casper’s face with a thumb running along the edge of the mouth stretched around him. “You’re so perfect, Darling. Look at you, taking me so well. So good for me, Casper,” the other man groaned out between thrusts. It took everything in the doctor’s power to not simply rut his dick against the man’s leg, desperate for relief.
He whined when Tom slowed down, pulling out of his mouth with an obscene wet pop. “Come now, Darling,” he purred, “I want to fuck you, take you apart.” Casper nodded, almost like a bobble head. He didn’t care. Whatever Tom wanted to do, right now he would do it without question. The other man pulled him back to standing, frantically stripping him of his clothing. The doctor attempted to help, getting caught at one point in his vest before managing to exit the knitwear.
Tom got him down to his white boxers and Coke-bottle glasses, throwing his clothes somewhere over his shoulder. He pushed and pulled Casper around, his chest to the doctor’s back. Casper leaned into the embrace, body lighting up in sparks when Zane dragged his lips down the column of his throat. He cried out when those sharp teeth sank into his skin, Tom’s hard length pulsing at the cleft of his ass from the sound. He reached back and started rocking them in a mimicry of what he actually wanted. The filmmaker’s voice was a growl against his neck as he spoke, “So good, gonna make sure you can’t walk straight when I’m done with you.”
He was pushed down to the sheets by Tom’s hand between his shoulder blades. He went willingly, shifting onto his hands and knees. Tom kissed down his spine, his long fingers firm on Casper’s hips and rubbing circles into them. His grip was tight; Darling hoped it’d bruise.
Zane got to his lower back and took the elastic of his boxers in his teeth, dragging them down to expose the doctor fully. He awkwardly wiggled them off his legs as best he could in his current position. While he briefly struggled, the click of a cap opening and the telltale sound of lube being squirted out of the bottle reached his ears.
He hadn’t felt Tom move to get any. Did he just have it on him? At least it existed here. Maybe he wouldn’t do anything Tom asked without question.
It took everything in the doctor to not move when he felt the other man’s finger trace around his hole. It had been even longer since he was fucked, the fond memory of him and Trench leaning over the Director’s desk flitting through his mind. They almost broke the desk that day. He could feel a hint of sadness emerge before he shooed it away.
Tom slid his finger into the doctor with ease, managing to get up to his second knuckle. “God you’re so tight,” he murmured, Casper preening at the praise, “I can’t wait to get inside you. I bet you’re like a fucking vice.” He thrust the finger back in, working to slowly open him up. A second finger joined the first, Casper trying not to rock back. He attempted once and Zane had pulled out completely. “I’ve got you, Darling. Relax, let me do this,” he said, other hand firm on his hip and ignoring the whines of loss falling out of the doctor’s mouth. Once he stilled, Tom entered him again.
His fingertips brushed against the bundle of nerves inside Casper, causing him to cry out. It’s been so long, it feels so good. He better be careful, I don’t want this over yet. He couldn’t form the words, reduced to a whimpering mess as Tom fucked his fingers in faster, spreading them wider. “That’s it baby, gotta make sure you’re actually ready to take me...”
It could’ve been five hours or five minutes. Casper couldn’t tell how long it took, too immersed in the pure pleasure he was receiving. At some point Tom had added a third finger which made the doctor break.
“Please,” he begged, looking over his shoulder to the man behind him, “Please please I’m ready…” His cries were met with a wicked grin and a cocky response, “Are you sure?” He nodded frantically, “ Tom please , I need you inside me…plea- AHH.” He didn’t notice the filmmaker had lined himself up until the heat of his cock was pushed inside slowly. Finally.
“I was right -perkele- you’re so fucking tight, wrapped around me perfectly…” Tom choked out, unable to mask his own desperation any longer. Casper moaned loudly as he felt every inch start to move inside him.
Zane was about halfway and paused, the heavy panting of both of them reaching the doctor’s ears. He knew it was so he could adjust slowly, but he was impatient. Casper rocked back, causing Zane to slide fully in with a groan. “Vittu, Darling,” came the response, “I’m trying not to break here…god you feel so good, just…give me a moment…” Dr. Darling acquiesced, stilling as Tom got himself under some semblance of control.
The man slid back out, nearly fully leaving Casper’s body, before pushing himself forward again. The force knocked Darling down to his elbows with a cry. He gripped at the sheets below him as Tom moved, each thrust punching out noises from the doctor’s chest. The hands on his hips began yanking him back onto the cock inside him, the other man’s moans singing to something in Casper’s blood. He wanted more, needed more, needed Zane unraveling just as much as he was.
Somehow, he found his voice when Tom pulled him up by the shoulder against his chest. The new angle was so close to what he wanted but it wasn’t enough. “Turn me over,” Casper gasped out, head lolling back onto Zane’s shoulder, “I want to see your face when- hah - you come.”
The words must’ve done something to Tom, his thrusts stilling and hands shaking as he barely staved off his orgasm. Casper grinned, happy to know he could drive this man just as insane. “Fuck…Casper…” came the response, Tom slowly pulling out before manhandling the doctor, spreading him out on his back on the bed. He thrust back into Darling’s waiting entrance; no time to even mourn the loss.
At this angle, Tom’s cock brushed against Casper’s prostate with every move. He didn’t hold back, fucking into the doctor wildly as he cried out. He leaned over Darling, an elbow to balance next to his head while their other hands intertwined.
“Olet niin täydellinen,” Tom ground out, “You’re taking me so well, jumala it’s like you were made for this…made for me…”
Casper couldn’t do anything but moan in response and claw at the filmmaker’s back, the praise sending him barreling towards climax. “That’s it, you’ve been so good for me…” was growled into his neck, teeth biting at his throat in a way that had Casper understand why people were very attracted to vampires. “Tom… Tom please… I’m so close …” Darling moaned out the words, the man’s name like a prayer on his tongue.
“Good boy…come for me Casper ”
His vision whited out, his own cry ringing in his ears. Nothing but pure hot pleasure coursed through his body as he came untouched, his spend shooting up from his cock to cover his own belly. He vaguely heard Tom chant “yes yes yes ” before crying out as he followed the doctor over the edge. Casper’s relaxed back, enjoying the warm feeling of the other man’s come inside him. Tom collapsed on his chest, the two men breathing heavily. Darling stroked up and down the other man’s spine while turning to press kisses into his shoulder.
It took a few minutes, but eventually Zane slid out of the doctor. Casper whimpered in overstimulation as the filmmaker scooped up the come leaking out of him and gently shoved it back in with a chuckle. He rolled to Darling’s left side, reaching down to grab a shirt Casper didn’t recognize from the floor to wipe them off.
For the first time in his supposed 665 days, his brain was quiet. He wrapped an arm around Zane’s shoulders, pulling him in tight while the other man’s arm was flung across his belly. They shared a contented sigh, soaking in the afterglow. Darling felt his eyelids droop, actually tired for once. Tom nuzzled his face into the crook of Casper’s neck, his steady heartbeat against his chest.
“We’ll get back to it soon,” the other man murmured, his breath tickling the doctor’s skin, “Sleep, Darling. We’ve got a lot of testing to do.”