Between Us

BY : Oneida
Category: Comics > Squee!
Dragon prints: 2633
Disclaimer: I do not own Squee!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Between Us

Todd stared, eyes half open, and all he could see was darkness. But he could feel everything else. The hands that wouldn't let him go no matter how much he tried, the body that pressed closer and a tongue that slid into his mouth. He squirmed and writhed trying to pull this nearly invisible person closer even as he attempted to unlock strong hands from his wrists.
Why was it so hot? His mind tried to comprehend why he was wrapped in sweat soaked sheets fighting for sexual dominance with someone he couldn't see. Though however he got there he didn't care, strong fingers had just wrapped their way around him giving a slight tug.
"God." He barely registered his own voice. But it sounded forced and weak.
The sudden sensation of a fang sinking into his earlobe made him jerk into a sitting position.
His head felt clouded. What the fuck had just happened? It took him half a minuet to realize the hot, sweaty action he'd just been entangled in had been a dream. A half awake hallucination of him in the middle of almost too much heat about to fuck like a mad rabbit.
The worst thing was, he knew who the other person had been. It had become a thing he'd been forced to endure for over a week now. Wet dreams that left him just that, wet, hot and wanting.
"Fuck you Pepito." He said rubbing at his eyes furiously trying to force images of the Anti-Christ from his mind.
A low and decidedly evil laugh echoed from an impossibly dark corner. "Actually, the idea is to fuck you."
Todd groaned and lay back rolling to his side. "Go away, I'm tired." He clenched his teeth against the feeling of a hand slipping up the underside of his leg. He knew it was trick, Pepito was still standing on the other side of the room putting ideas in his head.
"Doesn't help to lie like that." The silky voice of the Anti-Christ said. He had become something more resembling his father over the years. Taller, skinnier, the horns on his head were still small points but with a wicked gleam to them. "I've been watching. You want it or else that dream wouldn't have been inserted so easily." He paused; Todd could almost hear the smirk on his face. "You sound so beautiful when you're all hot and bothered, did you know that? When you're half asleep and I can feel the throb of your need from where I stand just a few feet away." He grinned running his tongue over his fangs. "So damn good."
When he got no response he narrowed his eyes intensifying the illusion of a hand doing indecent things to the mortal before him. By his own fathers name Todd was a hard one bed, regardless of how many times he was coerced it was a new struggle to get him again. He presented an endless challenge for the more grown son of the Devil.
Pepito slid his way into the bed holding Todd tightly. "You know it's true." He said catching the other boys' earlobe between his teeth tempted to pierce it with his fang.
Todd licked his lips. God damn Pepito and his restlessness. He felt those hands tracing up his hips, digging in a nail when he didn't react. "Ow, damn it." He rolled over to his back making sure not to present himself as a willing subject. "Please, I'm tired." He tilted his head enough so that he could just make out the others face. He could see right away there was no way he was getting out of this.
"Todd, you're not tired, you're just stubborn." Pepito pulled in closer his wandering hands slowly relieving his prey of the small amount of clothing he wore to bed. "And you're wearing down." He licked Todd's neck both hearing and feeling his pulse skyrocket.
Todd held his breath, why him? Why now? Why...
He broke off his mental questioning and rolled to his other side and faced Pepito. In that instant the poor boy was mauled. He was pushed back, a familiar tongue all but forced down his throat. He'd held Pepito off for a good solid week, he had expected the reaction to submission to be violent.
Pepito growled into Todds' mouth taking less care to undress himself. The shorts he'd arrived at the house in were shredded in an instant and shortly after his hands were busied with fondling his mortal lover. His fangs practically ached to be buried in the boys' neck when a moan escaped him. Why did Todd have to sound so god damn sexy?
The kiss was forced to an end by Todd throwing his head back with a gasp. With that activity broken Pepito dug his claws into Todds' hips and nearly pulled him off the bed. He made a low animalistic sound. "That's much better." He hissed running one hand up Todd's length to his own grinning like the devil-spawn he was.
Todd bit his lip knowing he was unable to do anything about this. He squirmed uncomfortably when Pepito pulled him farther to the side of the bed making him lay on it side to side. He propped himself up on his elbows and looked up. He knew for a complete fact that Pepito could literally have anyone he wanted. And he had, but Todd was the only one he'd ever returned to.
He felt a hand slip down and hook under his left knee lifting his leg. He let himself back down on the bed letting his eyes close as he was moved into position. That mouth was back again taking him over as he was slid still farther off the bed until the small of his back rested on the edge. He used his right leg to steady himself as he complied with what Pepito wanted. His arms wrapped around Pepitos' neck holding him and slowly rocking his hips up against the other boy.
Todd already was slick with sweat from the effect of the dreams and he positively reeked of desire. Pepito buried his face in Todd's neck nibbling here and there threatening to draw blood if he had to. He was almost disappointed when he felt the body under him twist into an accepting position.
"That's right. That's a good boy." He lifted his mouth from the neck long enough to mummer things aloud as he slid himself slowly into the only person he had ever called friend.
Todds' eyes shut tight and probably crossed under those closed lids. "Mother fuck of Christ." He gasped feeling teeth slide from his neck and over his collarbone. This time the fangs did pierce the skin, Pepito loved it when Todd was blasphemous during sex.
Pepito licked at the blood he'd drawn setting up a slow rhythm intoxicated by sight of the boy beneath him. Tossing his head, hair wet and soaked nearly through with sweat, almost to the point of screaming in painful ecstasy. And that's what he wanted, he wanted Todd to half scream his name and let the rest just be a scream.
He sped up his pace finally hearing another set of gasped curses. Oh it was beautiful, Todd struggling for balance on the edge of the bed, one of his legs held up the other about to give. Pepito prized this, being responsible for locking the other boy in a world of pleasure he had to fight to hold on to.
"Oh, shit, Pe..Pepito, fuck." Todd groaned unable to form a proper sentence in his mind much less voice it. Beautiful.
Pepito braced one arm on his lovers shoulder pinning him down as much as possible trying to keep the rhythm as his other hand stroked Todd. He wanted that scream and there was only one way to get it.
To Todd the world had become a blur of blackened sight and extreme sensations. His right leg burned with strain, he had to struggle to keep from falling over. But by god it was good. Pepitos' hand pulled him farther along making him gasp and moan under him.
The thrusts became slower but sharper. Pushing and forcing Pepito deeper almost pulling the guttural sounds from Todd.
Todds' head rolled back. He knew why this happened to him. He was a friend to Pepito rather than a follower. He had resisted the Devil when asked for his soul. Though in the end, while he hadn't sold his soul to Satan, he'd given it to Satan's son.
Suddenly that train of thought was shattered as Todds' left hand reached out grabbing his lovers' neck tightly. His eyes rolled back and his back arched announcing his orgasm with the first half of Pepitos' name and ending it with an uncontrolled scream.
That was what it took, somewhere in the middle of that one last call of pleasure Pepito came hard. It took time for his euphoria to fade, when it did his head lolled forward, scraggly hair dripping with sweat.
Todd blinked up at him, hips still moving reflexively in the aftermath. "God."
Pepito smirked. "Not quite." He pulled himself loose slowly and helped Todd back up on the bed. "Now, you're tired." He said wiping his hand in the scraps of the shorts he'd torn from himself.
Todd nodded and simply lay there slowly rolling to his side to climb back into his original position.
Pepito knew the boy needed a shower but that could wait. He would bring a new set of sheets to appease Todds' sense of cleanliness. He waited until Todd was asleep and decently covered before leaving the room. He'd return around morning and begin the process again.
He ran his tongue over his fangs as he strolled down the hall. Maybe this time he'd let Todd drag it out longer than a week see if his little lover could take it as well as he could.


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