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“Happy six month anniversary, Deano.” He said as he rolled to land a kiss on my still half asleep mouth and lay his head on my chest.
Six months. Had it really been that long? Seth Rollins had officially been the longest steady relationship I'd ever had. Well, that wasn't saying much. Before him, the longest I'd actually dated someone was about three days. Can't say I blame them really, I'm kind of a handful. But Seth? Seth handled me just fine...if you know what I mean.
Guh, gag me. It's bad enough I'm stuck trying to control this demon while you two fuck, you gotta make double entendres on top of it?
Shut up Frank. Wait, do you watch us?
If I told you no, would you believe me?
No.
Than you already know the answer, don't you?
Yeah, he's still here too. I'm kind of stuck with him for the foreseeable future...or forever. Whichever comes first.
Hi readers! I know who comes first!
FRANK!
All I'm saying is a little extra protein…
AS I WAS SAYING, things were good. Granted, I was still wanted for questioning by every major security agency you could think of, the Abnormals were in the open now, and protests had started popping up on both sides of that particular situation, but things were good. Needless to say, the Normals weren't exactly happy to find out all those things that scared them as kids were real and the Abnormals were pissed because they were outed without being consulted.
Oh, and they all blamed me for it. I guess if anyone had to be the scapegoat here, I was as good a guy as any. It made getting work a shit ton tougher, that's for sure.
Whatever, I still had Seth so everything else could fuck off for all I cared. I rolled onto my side and wrapped my arm around him, pulling him closer to me. “Anniversaries are for losers.” I said with a cheeky smile I knew would get a rise out of him.
“Well, I guess I'm just a loser then, aren't I?” He replied without missing a beat and kissed me on the tip of my nose.
That made the warm feeling in the center of my chest spread to my whole body and I sighed, just so happy to be right here in bed, right now, with him. “Yeah, but you're my loser.”
He snuggled closer and I could feel his warm breath against my skin before he kissed me where my collarbone and neck met. “And what's that make you?”
I opened my eyes, feeling the demon shudder beneath my skin at that simple gesture. I'd gotten a lot better at controlling it in every other aspect of my life and our relationship, except when we were having sex. That's when I relied heavily on Seth's ability to take control because if I let the demon loose...well, I didn't want to chance it.
What about me? I help!
Oh yeah, beat it Frank.
You owe me a Julia Roberts movie for this, bucko.
Fine! Scram!
Seth was looking me straight in the eyes, smiling in that way that made the demon shift again. “Oh yeah, that's right.” He said, continuing off his previous question. “You're my demon.”
Just based on the way he said that I knew my eyes had gone black. This was about the point when things could go one of two ways. Seth would take control and keep me from hurting him or anything else, or the demon would get impatient and force Seth's hand. The latter had only happened twice, forcing Seth to literally immobilize me while we had sex. If it weren't for the screaming need to conquer and dominate him, hurt him, make him submit, it might be kinky to be tied to a bed.
But he took it all in stride. Just one more reason we worked so well together. He knew it wasn't me that wanted to do those things, but it made it no less disturbing. I had apologized profusely each time, making sure I held him close and told him how much he meant to me. He would simply kiss me on the nose - something he was very fond of - and say I know.
“Stand up, Dean.” He said in that commanding tone that made the demon squirm, but ultimately obey.
At least we weren't going to have another incident. Seth's downstairs neighbors were scared there was an animal loose up here the first time the demon took over completely. I don't remember much after he tackled me, but I came to growling and tugging at bedsheets he had used as makeshift rope with my arms and legs spread to each corner of the mattress and Seth sucking my dick with a smile on his face. The memory made me moan involuntarily because, damn, that was the best sex I had ever had. Seth had said similar later, once the demon had calmed down.
I obeyed his command, crawling out of bed and stood waiting as the demon curled under my skin in anticipation. My heightened demon senses honed in on him, watching every move he made, noting the subtle changes in his skin as it flushed, the sweet smell of his own arousal, the sound of his heartbeat and breath speeding up. But he was calm when he pulled himself out of bed. I noted somewhere in the back of my head that he was only wearing my boxer shorts, but at this point I really couldn't care. In fact, as far as I was concerned, he was wearing too much clothing.
“Off.” I growled at him, indicating towards the underwear he was wearing in the breathy ethereal tone the demon made when it was fully aroused. And it, and I, we're fully aroused.
I shuddered in anticipation when he shook his head, letting me know I wasn't in control of this situation, he was. “Face the wall, palms flat.” He said instead.
I did as instructed and placed my palms against the wall, waiting for what he might do next. This was how he worked, making me hold something or touch something to ground me until he felt satisfied I wasn't going to hurt him. It was his way of centering me, making me concentrate on something other than the demon fighting for control.
“How you doing, Dean?” He asked at my back, running light touches over the curve of my spine. He was gauging me, seeing if he could continue, making sure I was alright. I sincerely appreciated every time he did this.
“Fine.” I breathed out through gritted teeth, still able to keep the fighting demon in check.
“Good.” He laughed and shifted so he was under my arms and between me and the wall. His face was less than an inch from mine and he was watching me with those big brown puppy dog eyes that drew me to him in the first place. The demon surged again and it took all my strength to hold me position, body shaking from the effort. He needed to do something soon or there was going to be a problem.
As if sensing this, He put his hands on either side of my face and lovingly caressed my cheek with his thumbs. “You're beautiful, do you know that?”
“I bet you say that to all the demons.” I managed, though my teeth still remained gritted from effort.
He gave a quick chuckle and pulled my lips to his in a deep kiss. I growled into his mouth as he explored and tasted me at his leisure, his tongue slipping through my clenched teeth and allowing me to relax into the pressure of his lips on mine. My hand that had been against the wall found its way into his hair and pulled, forcing an unexpected hiss from him, though he did moan into the tug.
However he stopped the kiss and looked me right in my black eyes, face stern and tone commanding. “Let go and put your hand back.”
The demon relinquished its hold after a few seconds where I had honestly thought my control was gone completely. I put my hand back against the wall and growled my frustration. I was so unbelievably hard in my pajama pants that it hurt, but oh how it hurt so good.
“Seth, please!” I whined when I felt his hand trail down my bare chest and still at the edge of my pants. I was stuttering incoherently now, trying to keep everything under control, but my senses were in overdrive. The bastard smirked at me. Honest to god smirked at me.
“Don't move your hands. “ he said and I groaned in frustration. He made a move to slip out under my arm, but thought for a second. “Try not to put holes in my wall this time.”
I glanced over to my left at the ten holes in the wall left from the last time we tried this and smiled at the memory. I was going to say something about it but he was already gone and I whimpered. I heard him moving from somewhere behind me, a drawer opening and closing, and clothing shuffling. When he returned, I felt his chest against my back and he kissed between my shoulder blades. I could feel his hardness against my backside and I tensed. I knew he wouldn't do anything, but the thought sent me on edge. He moved to his knees, taking my pants and underwear with him. He bid I step out of them and he tossed them aside.
Again he slipped under my arm and kissed me again. This time his hand found my cock and squeezed, forcing a half gasp half growl at the feeling. He started to stroke me and I could barely breathe through the feeling of his long, nimble fingers working their magic on me. He liked torturing the demon...and subsequently me. “If you don't hurry up, you better tie me down again.”
Another smirk. He had a condom and lube in his other hand and quickly tore the foil pack with his teeth and rolled it onto me. Next came the lube, pouring some into his hands, but rather than lubing me up, he reached behind himself and began preparing himself for me. He was moaning and gasping and I couldn't help myself. I kissed his neck, hands still braced on the wall behind him, and bit his shoulder. He yelped and pushed me back before grabbing my face and kissing me hard.
“Ready?” He asked, breathy and shallow.
The demon was frantically pushing to take over, but I held it back. “Fucking, yes!”
“Hands on the wall.” He instructed and turned around, lining me up and pressing back. I slid in slowly, inch by glorious inch, groaning at the warm tightness of him around me. He stilled for a few seconds, allowing himself to adjust, before telling me to thrust.
I did just that and the demon swelled, growling and snarling into his ear. His hand was on my hip, directing my movements. My arms were tensing and twitching to touch him, but I managed to keep them in place. That didn't mean I couldn't touch him with other parts of my body. I licked his shoulder, tasting the salty sweat on his skin, nibbled on the shell of his ear, and nestled my head on his back.
“SHIT, Dean! My wall!”
I hand even realized my fingers had gone through the surface of his bedroom wall again. At least they matched the other ten. Maybe he could claim it as some sort of performance art, because if what we were doing wasn’t art than I didn't know what was. I might even feel bad about it if I wasn't balls deep in his ass and the demon wasn't frantically pressing me to move faster. I did just that and Seth seemed to forget about the wall too, pressing his face against the surface with his tongue lolling out as I moved. I smirked and kissed the side of his face before biting at the shell of his ear. I loved when I could make him forget his own name.
“You close, Seth?” I growled, my voice calm and ethereal even if my arms strained to touch.
“Fuck, yes...YES…”
He came first - take that Frank - shuddering and moaning some garbled version of my name as he spilled against the wall, adding another element to our performance art masterpiece that was his bedroom wall. A few more thrusts and I came to, the blinding white pleasure of a demonic orgasm taking over and the next thing I knew I was on the floor, sprawled out on top of him, and the both of us laid there for a long time just trying to catch our breaths. The demon, now sated, calmed and relaxed, relinquishing that pressure under my skin and I felt more like myself again.
Once I finally came to my senses, I kissed the side of his smiling mouth. “Happy six month anniversary, Seth.”
Can I come out now?