Date: Sun, 4 Jan 2009 04:01:54 -0500
From: Mark Thompson <craze_writer@live.com>
Subject: Supernatural_101_Part3

Hope you all had a happy winter festivity! I did =0) Thank you to all who
have e-mailed me with comments etc. I try to e-mail everyone back so if you
have a comment, question or anything else, feel free to drop me a
line. I'll respond! Enjoy.

CHANCES ARE this will take place in the same world create by Eric Kripke's
"Supernatural" while there will most likely be no cross over in storyline
or characters. This world was not created by me nor do I claim to have done
so. I however do not like some of the creature features of said world. They
will most likely be changed. Deal with it.

~*~ Supernatural 101 -- Part 3 ~*~

I don't think that anyone is really ready to learn that their parents died
in some horrifying way by what was most likely a terrifying supernatural
force. It's not really the norm either. Not many people can really say,
all-knowingly that this traumatic event occurred in their
life. Fortunately, I am one of them. Fortunate you say? Well the normal
suburban life of a gay man would be nothing compared to killing creatures
from your nightmares, guns, knives, freaky books on demon lore. Add to this
the fact that my parents were going to throw me out and you have the
perfect recipe for a hunter. I also never would have met Desmond...

It had been 36 hours after I walked into the living room of my former house
to find two pools of blood separated by the glass from the coffee table. 36
hours since some... thing... ripped its own wrist apart, just to smear
invisible blood onto my forehead. 36 hours since Desmond put his arm around
me and told me everything was going to be alright despite all that had
happened. It had also been 36 hours since I had a sane enough mind to
speak.

Hey Chapman." Desmond said closing the motel door behind him. It was
raining outside and he was dripping all over the floor. "Brought
food... Hungry?" He thrust the bag of take out in my general direction. I
was sitting in bed with my arms wrapped around my covered knees. "No? Good
I only bought one." He sat at the small table in the room, pulled out the
burger, took a big bite and smiled at me through bulging lips.

He grunted. "But I did..." He lifted a cheek and retrieved some pills from
his back pocket and threw them at me, "raid the
pharmacy. Anti-depressants... Not sure how many to take so... be liberal."

Apparently, this was some form of joke. I threw the bottle back at him. It
hit him square in the head. Holding back a smile, so as not to show
emotion, I laid down and threw the covers over my head.

A few moments later, I felt the side of the bed compress and a hand on my
hip. "Look T... I like to think that I know what you're going through, but
I know that everyone grieves in their own way. And for what it's worth, I'm
sorry. I truly am."

As much as I wanted to have a nice sob fest over the end of not only my
parent's lives, but mine as well, I really just wanted to lash out. And
regrettably, Desmond was the only one in the room.

"How could you even begin to know?!" I threw the covers off of me. Sitting
up I stared directly into those green eyes. "If you hunt things like this
then you see it all the time! Everything I know is gone, I can't go back to
anything remotely familiar ever! EVER! So don't you dare try to patronize
me!"

"Vampires." He looked into his hands.

"Huh?" I put on my `deer caught in the headlights' face. Vampires...?

"We don't know what killed yours... But mine was vampires." He sucked on
his teeth while nodding his head ever so slightly, staring into
nothingness. "I was... 10? Who knows," he gave a nervous laugh, "I... we
were at our cottage. We didn't know anything was out there. If we did we
wouldn't know how to fight them... Late at night I went to the outhouse and
on my way back I heard noises coming from the cottage... Crashes, things
breaking... Screams.  I'll never forget that sound. I was petrified and one
of them came out towards me. It's skin was white, almost waxy, blood
dripping from its mouth. As it came up to me, it turned less pale and
more... human. `Don't be afraid' it said, `I've come to show you
something.' It moved my head slowly to the side and made this hissing
sound." He paused as if recalling it. "Then its hand burned my head and I
stumbled back. Its body fell to the ground and its head soon followed. The
skin burned away leaving only a charred skeleton. The skull had these
fangs... And somehow, the skull had this evil look to it, like it was
angry... But without skin you know? The skeleton soon burned away too, but
much slower. I was saved by a man named David. He was part of a group of
vampire hunters that had been tracking the nest that attacked my
family. But they were too late. They raised me to be a hunter... So yes. In
some way, I can understand. But I wish to god that I couldn't." He looked
me in the eyes. His held all the sadness in the world.

"I'm so sorry..." I gave him a hug and moved over so he could lay down next
to me. I threw the covers over him and snuggled up close. His eyes were
watering and he pressed his forehead up against mine.

"It's fine. I dealt with it a long time ago." He wiped his eyes and pushed
closer to me. Our noses were touching. "You just..." His breath picked up,
"take all the time you need." He moved even closer, our lips brushed
against each other and his hand moved slowly up the back of my head,
stopping me from retreating. He hesitated.

"Well I'd say get a room, but that would be redundant."

In all honesty, I'm not quite sure where the gun was hidden, but in a
fraction of a second it was pointed at the source of the mysterious
voice. His rock-steady arm flexed and finger ready to squeeze the trigger.

The voice came from a pale woman in a white dress, embroidered in gold,
standing in the doorway to the bathroom. Her hair was a find blonde, almost
like silk. Her light brown eyes hid behind large eyelashes. Her face had
very smooth features, but she looked anywhere from 20-40 years old, it was
impossible to tell. She glided across the floor and sat at the table,
crossing her legs and smoothing out her dress. Desmond lowered his gun and
sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed.

"That was nothing." Nothing? "Just, sharing stories." His voice seemed all
the more masculine, like he was trying to reaffirm it not only to the woman
in white, but also himself. He stood up and folded his arms.

"Don't be rude Desmond." She closed her eyes gracefully as if to say `you
know better.'

"Oh... Uhh..." He stumbled. "This is Tim Ketris. He uhh... He had
some... problems..." He gestured to me nervously.

"Cetris..." I corrected him.

"And Tim... This..." He gestured to the woman. "This uhh..."

"I'm Winnie." She stood up very properly. "A pleasure to meet you." She
smiled sweetly and it faded to a stern look when she looked to
Desmond. "Can we talk?" She hastily made for the door to the motel room and
stood there waiting for Desmond to follow her.

He smirked at me and followed, opening the door for her. He let out a large
and audible breath before following her outside and closing the door.

I shifted in the bed to try and hear what they were saying... Hang on, how
the hell did she get in here?

What I heard was only muffles. "What is he doing here?" "Well... he
just..." "Shh! ... don't care... taken care of...?" "What do you mean
`no'?" "We had... it set us back..." "... Luke?" "That's what I thought."
It continued on like this for a few minutes until the door flew open and
Winnie and Desmond walked through.

"So it may be that we got off to a rocky start. I do apologize Timothy."
She smiled at me as Desmond closed the door and came back over to sit on
the bed. With Winnie looking down at us, she seemed somewhat
intimidating. "But you know, it is proper etiquette to clean off one's
face, especially when in the presence of someone you barely know."

Desmond and I looked at each other puzzlingly. "Win, there's nothing on his
face."

"Well of course there is right here..." She licked her thumb and went to
press it against my forehead. As her hand approached, my forehead became
quite cold and then burning hot. "Oh goodness..." She withdrew her hand, it
had turned black. The whole thing seemed to wither up like a spent
match. It cracked and twisted into a shape unrecognizable as a hand.

"Oh my god!" I shouted.

"Oh relax, more of an inconvenience than anything." She shook her twisted,
blackened hand and it seemed to shift, like crossing your eyes and then
uncrossing them. In a flash, it was perfectly fine.

"What the hell?" I stared unbelievingly at the woman in white.

Desmond leaned towards me, "She's a witch." He said matter of factly.

"WHITE witch." Winnie said equally so, giving a little flourish of her
newly re-formed hand. "And besides, I'm not really here anyways."

"Huh...?"

Desmond spoke quietly into my ear. "She's just an apparition, a vision. She
lives way up by Hudson's Bay."

"Thank you Desmond." She said giving him a polite nod. "Well Timothy, it
seems you've been marked." Looking at me quizzically, tilting her head back
and forth, she placed a hand on her chin. "Had anything strange happen to
your forehead recently?"

I paused. Probably should have mentioned this to Desmond. "He didn't say
anything Winnie, leave him alone..."

"Well... When I was in my house..."

"Ok see this is something you need to have said." Desmond blurted out. He
got up and joined Winnie glaring down at me. He folded his arms and shook
his head. "Well?"

"There was this man there... He had red eyes, sharp teeth. He bit his wrist
and pushed it onto my forehead... Then he was gone." I answered meekly.

"Poltergeist?" Winnie looked to Desmond.

"Could be, but they rarely show themselves... Vampire?"

"In the light? Could be a Obayifo?"

"Is that suppose to be a joke?" Desmond looked sternly at Winnie.

"... I see why you might think so but really I didn't mean it that way."

"Can someone tell me what you're talking about?" I asked in a very
irritated tone.

They both looked at me like I had three heads then back to each
other. "You'll need to come see me." Winnie said quietly but
forcefully. "Until we know what this is, I don't think he should be out in
the open. Whatever did this is probably much more than you can handle
Desmond..." he opened his mouth to say something, "and don't even try to
tell me otherwise." He shut it abruptly. "I'll expect you in a few days."

With that, the vision of Winnie stuttered, collapsed in on itself and was
gone. Desmond sat back down beside me.

"You need to tell me if anything like this happens again." He put an arm
around me.

"I know. Sorry..." I leaned into him, secretly trying to relive our near
kiss.

"Common." He said, slapping my back. "Let's get some sleep." He stood up to
turn the lights off. I heard the slopping of wet clothing and felt him
crawl into bed next to me, though keeping his distance on the other side. I
sighed, rolled over and fell asleep almost instantly.

***


The light poked through the curtains as I squinted through the early
morning fuzziness. My head was resting on Desmond's chest, my hand right
beside it. In my tiredness, I began playing with the fine hair that
speckled his pecks and abs. Smirking briefly, I started to get a little
more courageous and felt my way down his body.

I started breathing heavier and lightly caressed his 6 pack. I reached the
elastic of his underwear and paused. He was still slightly snoring, mouth
slightly open. I let my hand slip underneath, feeling the hair change from
smooth chest hair to coarse pubic hair. I soon met the hard head of his
cock and froze.

I gazed back up at his face. No change. I turned my attention back to his
member and grasped my hand all the way around it. I then slid it all the
way down his full... what had to be at least 8 inches... and all the way
back up. I was harder than I had ever been in my life. More than when I was
being spit roasted by Dean and Terrence.  But then Desmond finally stirred.

My hand shot back up beside my face and my eyes closed instantly. Problem
still was the state of my own dick. It was so hard and pressed right up
against his thigh. I felt him lift his head slightly and look around. He
let his head fall back and he pulled me closer to him.

Huh? I thought, He wasn't being serious last night was he...? His thigh
pushed harder against me and he put his hand on my left shoulder, pulling
me half on top of him. I shifted my arm up and around his huge bicep and
tried to grind my dick against his thigh without it seeming too obvious.

"Hey T..." he whispered. "You awake?"

"Ya." I whispered back.

"How... uh... did you sleep?" I could tell he didn't know what to say. But
neither did I. I'm not sure what I was feeling.

I stretched myself out slightly, grasping his bicep and retracting,
dragging my hand across his hairy pecks. "Good. You?" I began to play with
the silver medallion that sat nestled in his hair.

He grew increasingly uncomfortable. "Pretty good." He said as he casually
took the medallion from my hands and placed it behind his
shoulder. "Mmmh... I could use sommore sleep though."

"Well where are we going to meet Winnie?" I asked, withdrawing my hand
towards my body. If he was uncomfortable, I'm not going to push it. Though
it did make me sad. Maybe he's just one of those straight guys who just
likes to cuddle? Like Ross and Joey.

"We've got a long way to go. Let's put it that way. What time is it?" he
rubbed his eyes.

I looked over to the alarm clock on the night stand and was very
surprised. "It's 5am..."

"Arg!" he rolled over, fiddled with the clock and stayed with his back to
me. "Mhm sleep time is now."

I huffed. "Hm? You alright?" Desmond lifted his head to stare at me with
one eye.

"Ya, I'm totally fine." I too rolled over, my back to him. I don't think
that even he knows what he wants. I fell asleep quickly, not bothering to
think anything else of it.


***


Once again, I awoke with the sun higher in the sky. But this time, I was
not resting on Desmond's glorious chest. I remained with my back to him. I
turned over to see what time it was. 7:25am. And no Desmond.

I shot up in bed. "What the fuck?" I looked around the room. Sitting at the
table was him...

He stood up, scarf dangling onto the floor. His mouth still hidden, his
blue eyes gazed into my soul. He tilted his head down then peeked up at
me. His hair was still short, but it had grown since the last time I saw
him. His shirt was still torn, but his pants remained intact. But what I
noticed most was the dark, ash-like spots that crept up his neck.

Before I knew what was happening, I was walking towards him, transfixed by
those eyes. I reached him, never breaking eye contact. Was I hypnotized or
just so transfixed and curious about this stranger that I lost all control?
No, I was thinking clearly, I was able to think for myself. Then again I'd
never been hypnotized before.

"Where's Desmond...?" I asked meekly. He said nothing, but just looked to
the door. "Did he leave?" His eyes returned to me, just starring. "Why
would he..." Was he mad at my comment before we went back to sleep? I
looked to the man again. "What... Are you...?" His hand came up and moved
the scarf away from his mouth. His lips were thin and he had a 5 o'clock
shadow, he was beautiful.

He slid his hand behind my head and pulled me into a kiss. I placed my
hands on his chest and pushed away from him wiping my mouth. "What are
you?" I asked more forcefully. He came towards me again, grabbing the waist
of my pants and pulled it towards him, kissing me again and moving his
hands down the back of my pants, groping my butt. I let out a stifled gasp,
his tongue blocking it from escaping properly.

He smelled like fire. Not strong or overpowering. More like the soft
burning smell of a camp fire. I inhaled deeply through my nose and he
pulled away from me. He was a great kisser, wrapping his tongue around
mine, rubbing against it... I looked back into his eyes, they were
shifting, fading to a soft pink.

"Des..." he thrust his tongue back into my mouth and kissed my lips
softly. His hands worked closer and closer to the crack between my cheeks,
still rubbing softly. He was so gentle, I guess he had to be since it was
clear he was immensely strong.

He released my mouth and smirked at me, flashing pearly white teeth. He
then began to descend my body, taking my pants with him and ended up on his
knees before my throbbing cock.

"Wait, I..." but it was too late, he had already taken my head into his
oddly cool mouth. "Mh" I groaned. He went after my dick like it was the
only thing in the world that mattered, sucking, licking, everything. He
took all of me inside his mouth while still working the base of my head
with his tongue. He was talented...

His hands were free to move about my body, feeling up my ass, to the small
of my back, making me shiver in ecstasy. With his right hand, he began to
massage the underside of my balls, allowing the tips of his fingers to make
it all the way to my hole, grazing it teasingly.

"Ugh that feels to good." I moaned and put both my hands behind his head,
rocking his head forward in a steady pace.

My cock popped out of his mouth just long enough to spit a few times onto
those lovely fingers, only to inhale me once more, sucking with renewed
vigor. I looked down at him and he up at me. From behind my hard cock
thrusting in and out of his mouth I could have sworn I saw a smirk just
before his gooey fingers found their way to my ass. They rubbed around my
hole, lubing it up and started playing with it.

At first, they ran laps around the opening of my ass and I moaned, rocking
back and forth between the mouth and fingers that were making me so
hot. Despite his energy with my back door, his mouth was unrelenting,
basically drooling over my cock. Then, with no effort at all, he pushed
against my asshole and poked a finger inside of me.

"Oh fuck!" I cried out in pleasure. It slowly made its way up inside me,
wiggling ever so slightly then withdrawing. Slowly, moving its way up, then
tugging back out. I was enjoying it so much that I hardly noticed his mouth
had finally let go of me. He shifted around to my back and continued
fingering me with his middle finger. His arm came up across my chest to
stabilize me and there I rocked back and forth on his finger as he twisted
it, sending waves of pleasure up my ass.

I tilted my head to the side and was instantly assaulted by his tongue. We
kissed as best we could at the awkward angle, but somehow, that made it
seem so much hotter.

A second finger brought a gasp out of me and my eyes shut. They stopped
immediately and I opened my eyes, breathing deep and rough. He just looked
at me. This guy was so sensual, so hot and so weird. He kissed my shoulder
lightly, never removing eye contact.

"It's fine..." I said through a deep exhale. The fingers started up again,
twisting and turning while pushing deeper into me. Just when I though I
would hit his knuckles, he would keep going. He moved to the side and I
leaned forward into his strong arm to give a better angle and I was
rewarded with even more pleasure than before. Finding it easier, and
noticing my wild, animalistic reaction to his fingers fucking me, he began
to pick up the pace and grinded his pelvis against my thigh.

His cock was hard and pulsing, arching to be let out of his pants. In the
midst of my squeals of pleasure, I somehow broke out of the lustful mind
set and slowly moved forward, turning around slightly and feeling his long
fingers slide their way out of my well lubed ass. He was still fully
clothed and I was naked, how selfish of me.

I grabbed at the base of his tattered shirt and pulled it over his head. He
let me, but only so he could steal a kiss from me as soon as the thin
fabric passed his lips. His hands travelled down my arms as I gazed at his
hairless chest. It was as if someone had brought a Roman Discus thrower
statue to life, only there was more. The blackened ash-like spots continued
down and across his chest, looping around to the small of his back and
disappearing again underneath his cargos waist line. They were sporadically
placed, but if I could liken them to anything, it would be an arm of the
Milky Way.

After studying his strange tattoo, I looked up again at him and kissed
him. He engulfed me in his arms as I worked at undoing his fly. Once his
pants dropped to the floor, so did I. The tattoos fell across his ass and
came to an end on his right thigh, I traced it with my hand. I was then
face to face with his cock, I smiled. He'd started by fingering me for a
reason. Though it had softened up after the minute or so I had been
studying his body, it was still a full 7.5 inches, and very thick.

I kissed and licked his balls and all around them while my hand worked his
dick into a full hard on. Once it stood straight out from his perfect body,
I took as much of it as I could into my mouth and tried to copy what he had
done to me to make me moan so loudly. Trying to flick my tongue around his
head, I lunged forward then dragged back, tightening my lips around his
stiff cock. He seemed to be enjoying himself, thrusting slightly with each
time I took more of him into my slobbering mouth. His breathing was deep
and he let out periodic moans that he tried to stifle.

I began sucking harder, faster... Trying to keep up with my own pace, my
tongue slipped around him and I settled on cupping his cock in my
tongue. He loved it, putting his hands on top of my head and guiding
himself into me. I looked up and his eyes were closed, his built chest
heaving in and out as his hard cock fucked my face.

He began shoving more and more of his cock into my mouth until it hit the
back of my throat, I gagged slightly but soon let it in without much
effort. His head tilted to the sky and his mouth opened. He quickly looked
down at me, directly into my eyes. His eyes are red now and he seemed to
snarl lustfully at me, baring his teeth a little.

It all happened so fast, I was lifted up and thrown onto the bed, a good
few feet away. I landed on my back and just after I did, he was between my
legs, dick pointing at me, still slick from all my spit. He lifted my lower
torso up to meet his mouth and gave two big spits to my ass. As they
landed, I could feel them slowly slide down the crack of my ass. My torso
fell and his fingers massaged the spit around my hole while his other hand
gripped his cock impatiently. Finally he thrust forward and fed his thick,
hard cock into my awaiting ass.

"Oh fuck ya!" I shouted as I felt the tip of him pierce my hole. I got a
little worried when he didn't stop and it began to hurt, his girth
stretching my ass to an unexplored limit. "Oooh!" I winced.

But he was done playing nice. My ass was his now and he was going to prove
it to me. He placed my ankles on his shoulders and laid into me. Thrust
after thrust, I could feel the resistance my hole gave to his thickness
giving up to the pleasure.

"Oh fuck, you're so fucking big." I grunted. "Ah! I fucking love it! Fuck
me!" I wiggled my ass around making his thrusts go deeper inside me until I
felt his balls knocking against the spread-wide cheeks of my ass. I looked
down at his pelvis working his cock into me, loving the moments I could
barely see his pubes at the far end of his thrusts.

He began grunting rhythmically with each thrust, opening his mouth then
puckering his lips in pure fuck-obsessed lust. Sweat trickled down his
chest, outlining his ripped, hard muscles, all working hard to fuck my
brains out.

His hands went to my hips and pulled me towards his cock in time with his
fucking. "Ahh..." He moaned, folding my legs over so I was on my side,
fucking me the whole time. A few bucks later and I was forced onto my
back. He pressed his body against my back and looped his arms underneath
mine, pulling himself up my back, sliding on the thick coat of sweat on his
bare chest. His cock glided effortlessly in and out of my stretched ass, so
I flexed my ass muscles and bucked as best I could against him. His mouth
let out another snarl of lust right beside my ear.

"Oh god you're so fucking hot," I moaned, "I fucking love it..." He licked
my ear and nibbled on its lobe before backing off of me and pulling me to
all fours. His pelvis made circles into me, forcing his entire fuck pole
into me and hitting my prostate. I got lost in his fucking. "Oh fuck
ya... You like that ass don't you? Oh god, fuck me harder!"

He sped up, fucking me straight in and out. Bucking wildly against me, our
balls bashed together, adding to the pleasure. His speed increased to
inhuman levels as the pleasure his huge cock gave me rose. Before too long
he slowed down, bucking more rhythmically, making sure his entire dick was
as deep inside me as possible. Then he pulled out of me with a sticky
sound. He lay down beside me and moved me on top of him. He grabbed my hips
and positioned my hole above his cock, then let me ease myself down onto it
while he stood his hard, wet dick straight up with his one hand.

I sat down slowly until I felt the head go in. Lust took over and I took
him all the way to his sexy abs. I bounced up and down on his cock as mine
slapped against his abs. He was being driven wild; he thrust up inside me
as I moved my ass around, daring and begging him to fuck me more.

I grinded down as hard as I could until I felt close to cumming. "Oh
fuck..." I breathed heavy and fast, sweat dripping down my face. "Oh fuck
I'm gonna cum."

He pushed himself up so I was sitting in his lap. I kept bouncing up and
down until my cock became trapped between his body and mine. He still threw
his cock up inside of me as the feeling built and my ass began to squeeze
him from inside my ass. His cock slipped out and joined mine, trapped
between us as he grinded his against mine.

We both moaned uncontrollably until it was too much for me to handle. I let
out a loud grunt as my cock began pulsing out thick squirts of cum that
coated our chests. Six loads was all I had in me. It seeped down between
us, lubing his against my stomach and cock. With the added lube he grinded
faster and easier against me.

He soon let out a much louder grunt as his cock sent thick ribbons of cum
up between our heaving bodies. I threw my head back in ecstasy as his hips
finally slowed to a halt and I sat in his lap, legs wrapped around him in a
very sticky mess.

I pushed him backwards onto his back. I licked up as much cum as I could
find, taking my time sucking it off of his shrinking cock or his perfect
body. It tasted salty but not altogether terrible. My tongue whipped around
his nipples and traced the definitions in his body. I had to move up to his
collar bone to get the last bit of cum that he had sent up there like a
powerful geyser.

Once he was satisfied, he rolled me over and gave me the same treatment. I
giggled as his tongue tickled my bellybutton and inner thighs. Once he was
finished, he came up between my legs and started making out with me. His
tongue tasted of cum, mine and his, making it all the more desirable to
have inside my mouth. We laid there just kissing for a long while. I played
with his nipples and abs and he ran his fingers ever so slightly across
nearly all of my erogenous zones until I was hard again.

I felt his cock push inside me again, but this time, it was slow and
savourful. He fucked me for the shear enjoyment of it, not to get off, and
it felt better than anything else I'd had to date.

I don't know how long he fucked me for, but at the end, there was another 4
loads of cum seeping out of my ass onto the motel sheets and 2 more in his
stomach. I was in complete bliss when he pulled out of me, a total daze. I
wreathed around on the bed trying to settle my horniness as the mysterious
man put on his clothes.

Finally I sat up as he was wrapping his scarf around his mouth. "Who are
you?" I said again, still slightly out of breath.

He moved closer to me, I could smell the burning scent of his scarf. I
hooked a finger on it hesitantly. When he didn't stop me, I pulled it down
and kissed him again. As he moved away from me, he spoke in a rough voice
that at the same time set my soul at ease: "I cannot say..." He placed
fingers on my eyelids and pulled them down. I heard soft whispers of
hundreds of people and then nothingness...


***


"Hey!"

I awoke with a start. The room slowly came into focus and Desmond stood
there with his had on my shoulder, shaking me. "Wakey wakey..." he cooed.

"Desmond?"

"In the flesh." He tossed off his name like it was nothing.

"Ah..." I put a hand to my forehead.

"What's wrong?" His tone changed. "Is your headache back?"

"No uh... Wh... Where did you go?" I asked lethargically.

"I went out to get coffee and muffins. Common, get up." He walked over to
the little table where he had a package full of muffins and two steaming
coffees. "Now I wasn't sure what you liked so I got a bunch of them and I
didn't know if you even liked coffee so I got a tea bag just in case and a
bunch of milkettes and creamer..."

"Desmond!" I cut him off. He was rambling nervously. "You were gone for
ever... Where did you go?"

He looked at his watch. "Dude it's 7:30... I went to get breakfast..."

7:30?? I spun to look at the alarm clock. 7:31am. I spun back to look at
Desmond with a baffled look.

"Ok one minute off isn't that bad. Geeze... Bite my head off..."

"Bu... hang on what?" I got out of bed and looked myself over. I was
wearing what I had on the night before. "No no no..." I started freaking
out. "No no it was real." I ran to the window, looking to see if it was
raining up or there were seven moons, something strange to prove this was
the dream, not the best sex ever.

"Woah woah, what was?" Desmond took a few steps towards me and I pushed
past him to the bathroom. I don't know what I was looking for but when I
came back out, Desmond was blocking my path so I pushed him aside. "T!" I
froze impulsively. He walked over to me and turned me around with a hand
and pushed my back to the wall. "What are you talking about?"

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. "That guy that I saw in my house
and in the pool... I saw him here too. And... We had sex..."

He smashed his fist into the wall beside my head. My eyes shot open to look
upon the angriest face I had ever seen. His jaw jutted out, giving a slight
under-bite in an otherwise flawless dental structure. His eyebrows bent
downwards and his eyes seemed to darken. He pushed away from the wall and
rubbed his mouth with a firm hand. He turned to face me, pointing at me
with a bloodied hand. "And you didn't feel this was necessary for me to
know? Why didn't you tell me?!" He boomed.

"I just did. And it just happened... I think..." That was something he
could say tomorrow or next week, not the phrase that one would use for an
event that happened not 5 minutes ago... Or did it? "Oh god are you ok?" I
asked looking at his hand.

He stormed past me into the bathroom. "Eat your fucking muffin." The wall
beside the bathroom door had a huge hole in it and the rest of the wood
panel was decimated.

I wandered back defeated to the small table and began to pick at a
cranberry muffin. It was awful.

About 10 minutes later I heard Desmond's heavy boots clunking towards me
from the bathroom. In the short distance many things went through my
head. Was he going to kill me out of rage? He seemed so excited when he
woke me up... Fuck I'm going to die. He's going to shoot me, or choke me,
or...

"Incubus." He sat down in the other chair. His hand was covered in poorly
applied band-aids and his silver medallion was hanging on the outside of
his shirt and old corduroy jacket.

"The band?" I was relieved that he had calmed down... Probably regressed
those feelings and would explode one day, but...

"No it's a type of demon..." A few minutes later and a trip out to his car
and Desmond was back with three books. "An Incubus is the male equivalent
of a Succubus." He opened one book to a page in a strange language. On one
page was a nude female with large bat wings hovering over a sleeping body,
the other was the same but was a nude male. "They come to you in your
sleep," he slammed the book shut and opened another one. This one had two
male bodies grasping each other with stiff penises pointing up. It looked
almost Sumerian. One of the men had an evil look on his grinning face while
the other seemed to be having an orgasm. "And they fuck your brains
out. Best sex you'll have." He slammed it shut and opened the last book to
a page with a clearly male specter hovering over a pile of nude male and
female bodies. Its penis was absolutely enormous and seemed to be seeping
cum onto the pile, but where it touched, the bodies had turned to
skeletons. "They are allegedly bisexual and sleeping with one on one or
multiple occasions can lead to sickness, disease, possession and death." He
slammed the final book closed and stared at me with an angry and slightly
smug look.

I was dumbfounded. I slept with a demon? A bisexual demon??
GROSS. "I... had no..."

"No idea. Right." He cut me off. "Next time, try to keep the cocks out of
your ass long enough to get an idea." He stared angrily at me, though
significantly less so than before.

My mouth dropped open and my eyes bulged outwards. "Wha-..." No. He didn't
deserve it, how fucking dare he. I grinded my teeth and stood up. "Well
then make up your fucking mind." I sneered at him.  "And the muffins were
shit."

His hand tensed into a sort of claw-like grip and he grunted as he
swallowed his anger and formed his hand it into a fist. I walked outside
mildly happy with myself but also dying inside from what he said.

Desmond sniffed once rather loudly from behind me. As I reached the door to
the car, I turned around. He was still in the doorway.

"Did it smell like fire in there to you?"