「ｎｓｆｗ .... Uhh I haven't ever written anything like this, so if it isn't good... very sorry. 」
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I can't stop thinking. I was so angry. Absolutely livid. I yelled at Blackhat. I lost my temper with him. Should've gotten my face thrown into a wall for being such a stupid fucking asshole that doesn't follow orders. And he should've just fucking done it, so I could be over this shit. But no. He kissed me. Fucking kissed me. And I might've been the first human he's kissed! Ive never been so confused. Ahh.
Flug's hand is under his bag, picking at the only fresh scars on his face. He can feel the warmth of blood under his fingertips. Only just enough to feel. It's quite calming. So is the slight stinging. With a sigh, his knees come closer into his chest. He didn't even react to the feeling of his breath on his face. His eyes close, arms wrapping around his knees, and instantly he's remembering that look... Blackhat's smirk when Flug caught him staring as they were.. ugh. I was so forward, I sucked on his tongue... and I would've gone further. Oh god.
His hand rubs his face harder, trying to get out of his mind. Oh jeez. He's just thinking of how it could've continued. Flug's hands were totally free... he easily could've cupped his jefecito's face, let his hands slide down his dark neck... fumble with buttons... mm what could be under that shirt... "Oh my god, stop stop!" Flug slaps his face with each 'stop,' staring down at his feet.
But. He liked it. He knows he liked it. He's always wanted this to happen. And for whatever miracle of a reason, Blackhat decided to be the one to make the first move. And Flug darted away... jefecito must be terribly confused, he thinks, staring at his bare feet. I have to say sorry.
Glancing up at his digital clock, Flug scrunches up his face. It's 10 and some. Technically he's allowed to go up to Blackhat's floor now... isn't he? He goes to open the closet door in his laboratory, the only place with a mirror. A long one as well. He gives himself a once-over, turning his body. Is it okay to wear this? Not like he didn't wear shorts up there a lot anyways... and he has a lab coat on. Flug touches a bottom corner of his paper bag, crinkling it with his thumb and forefinger. "Wish I could take this off," he says to no one but his past self.
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He's frozen. Glued in place. Flug mentally prepared himself to walk up those stairs. He would intentionally step on the creaky parts, and go through each and every door until he found his boss. But it proved easier than he thought. Well, easier in regards to finding the demon. Not so easy to get himself to inch forwards. A sickly yellow glow is draining from under Blackhat's door. Flug stood there, listening long enough to hear clicking shoes on wood. He wonders if Blackhat knows he's here. He's so close to the door...
And yet he can't quite reach for the knob. Fingers inches closer, his mind racing.
I know I was never attractive, he thinks, but at least I could show my face to people. I can't do that now. Blackhat wouldn't actually want to do anything with me. Let alone be anything with me. He's a demon after all. But that's just one reason. That time he took my bag off he didn't see my face. He couldn't have. Why else would he even think to kiss me? He must just be confused... or using me for some sort of psychological experiment... surely that.
Even if it's true...
Fuck it.
The door flings open. Flug stares in, fist tight on the brass handle. Blackhat has his feet up on his desk. Head tucked behind a newspaper. Completely unfazed. "Black- jefecito sir." No response. "J-jefecito sir!" The paper folds down enough for Flug to see the demon's eyebrow raise inquisitively. Flug's feet are moving on their own. His hands. He grabs his boss's tie, pulling him forwards over his desk enough to stare down at him. "This is just payback, got it??" Flug lifts his bag up, pausing for a moment, before smashing their faces together. He can feel his boss's lips curling. Just like before. Flug quickly pulls away, trying desperately to look serious while readjusting the bag. "T-there! Now we're even!" Blackhat's hand grab's Flug's wrist, not letting the scientist let go of his tie. "Even? Even isn't very chaotic is it. And you know how I love chaos!"
In a moment's notice, Blackhat is around his table, yanking his doctor up to him, arm wrapped around that thin waist. Flug's protest is quickly muffled by the demon's lips on his, tongue licking the inside of his mouth. He's completely melted into the demon's arms, head too fuzzy to think. His jefecito moves them so he's sitting on his desk, Flug bending down as to not break their frenzied kissing. Blackhat encourages the flustered human to trail down his neck.
He tugs Flug by his shirt collar, allowing him to unbutton Blackhat's pristine red button down. Once the demon shrugs out of that, Flug bites on his exposed chest, eliciting an annoyed growl. He licks there in apology. Blackhat shoves him to his knees by the top of his head. Flug's drifting mind comes back when he realizes he's undoing his boss's fly, Blackhat's leg wrapped around his lanky body. "Hmm don't lose your nerve now doctor. You've got me going. Finish the job."
Flug timidly presses his palm to that bulge, surprised at his boss's movement. He fumbles with his hands, a bit nervous. That nervousness rockets when he actually sees his jefecito's dick. What the fuck... that's not normal.. he feels eyes baring into the top of his head, and finds himself hoping he can do a good job. Humans are different... He experimentally licks the pointed fleshy tip, egged on by a hand grabbing his bag. "Flug, I'm taking this fucking thing off." His bag is yanked off, and his mouth is suddenly thrust into by the appendage... he's given no time to panic over it. Talons tangle into his hair, bobbing Flug's head onto his dick. His throat stings up from the suddenness of it, and he thinks how grateful he is for sucking cock before.
He swirls his tongue, trying to keep up with Blackhat's tempo. Flug's hands grip onto Blackhat's shoes, eyes lidded. There are little nubs along the appendage, and putting pressure on them with his tongue elicits a grunt from the demon. Flug looks up, embarrassed and turned on by his jefecito staring down at him, green saliva dripping. Blackhat's other hand comes around to scratch Flug's back as he's sucking, digging deep, drawing blood and a cry. Both from his scientist. He licks the sweet substance and flashes teeth. Slys definitely likes pain. Delicious.
Picking up the pace, Flug chokes when he feels the thing moving against his throat, pushing down on its own. He feels like he'll be suffocated. But he loves it. Blackhat's freshly bloodied hand wraps lightly around the thin neck of his slave,— appropriate now — squeezing enough to hear and feel harsh breaths around his cock. "Look like a whore." Flug threateningly grazes his teeth on Blackhat's member. He shouldn't be able to think... let alone say full sentences... so he tries something else.
"H-hmm, not bad..." Flug smirks hearing that stutter from pressing on the underside with his tongue. He presses harder, again and again, finally hearing a moan from his boss. He looks up with surprise, the demon now the one to refuse to look at him. Hah! "Don't get cocky doctor," he whispers, ramming into Flug's mouth. "You're gonna swallow. Verstehst? Understand?" The scientist nods obediently, only momentarily impressed by his boss's German, helping push Blackhat over the edge.
He feels warm slick cum coat the back of his throat. Flug swallows whatever's inside and licks his lips. Mm not salty like a human's... his eyes lazily catch his boss's, all his previous confidence instantly drained. His bare face... Blackhat knows what he looks like now. No if's and's or but's. "Surprisingly. You're pretty cute," The demon muses, fingers holding his own chin in feigned contemplation. "Quite a twink, wouldn't you say?" Flug wants to protest, but just hangs his head in embarrassment. A hand lands there, startling him but just ruffles those curls. Flug finds himself leaning his forehead against Blackhat's knee for a while.
"What a good boy." G..good... boy. Flug suddenly feels sick. That's what that... that bastard called him. During his 'self-experimentations.' When he was forced to do shit like this. He lifts his head from Blackhat's knee, hiding those emotions as best he can. "Don't call me that." His boss's petting turns into tight gripping in his hair. "I call you what I want now. You're mine in all sense of the word." Flug's forced to look up at the demon, unable to hide his fear. "W-what.. what does that mean. You've been saying some weird things..." "Oh, you'll find out. Might as well keep it a surprise since you can't get out of it now." He's gone back to petting. Flug tenses, suddenly remembering that he gave his boss a blowjob... and, well, he's human after all... he needs to get to his bedroom or something.
"Sir I... uhm I'm going to... turn in for the n-night.." Blackhat's hand trails down Flug's bare face, making him jerk his head away. But the demon has a firm grip and doesn't let him. It's making Flug start to panic. "Please please don't..." "Fine, put this thing back on," Blackhat relents, tossing Flug's bag to his lap. The human quickly pulls it over, subsiding his panicked breaking.
"Now come here." He's patting his lap. Uhh.. Uhm. Wait. Flug's just now actually realizing what he did. He just. Gave his boss a blowjob. Right?? Jesus Christ. "No no, I think I need to go to bed. I... I uhh. Well, I told you what I wanted to and now... okay. Goodnight sir!" He pops up, swiveling with the intention of darting off, but his arm is grabbed, yanking him back. He stumbles back between his jefecito's legs and tries to jump away, but arms wrap around and hold him still, his walking turning into kicking. "Let go damnit!" "Oh shush, you're like a child." Flug simmers down and holds onto the demon's arms, pulling at them idly. "Now let me fix your problem."
Before he can deny anything, Blackhat palms the bulge through Flug's pants. Embarrassingly he moans. His hands fly over his mouth through his bag. Fucking hell. Really?? It surprises both himself and Blackhat. Moreso Blackhat. "Wow. Cute..." he breathes, poking teeth against Flug's neck. Flug jerks away, but falls back into the demon's chest when his crotch is groped harshly. "U..hm. Please, let's.. we can't, this isn't a good idea sir..." Humming tickles the human's neck. "Obviously. I don't do anything good."
With that, he bites down on the fleshy skin of Flug's neck, drawing blood. Flug what's to cry out, but forces himself to swallow the scream, hands staying firm over his mouth. He's shaking his head. A tongue licks at the little cuts. "You like pain don't you." Blackhat tugs at his scientist's shirt, pulling it to expose his shoulder. "Perfect for me. Sadist's dream." His teeth press down on Flug's shoulder, piercing that delicate skin again. "Mmph— ah, stop stop! Someone's g-gonna hear..." he begs, trying hard to mask this sick pleasure. Blackhat sucks a hickey on the wound, the hand on Flug's pants tucking in. Breath hitching, Flug's hips jut up. God so embarrassing.
"F-fick mich..." he blurts out, grabbing at that hand and pulling it out. "Ah no. I can't... I seriously can't, I'm sorry..." Dropping to the ground, Flug manages to get out of Blackhat's now lax arms and sprints to the door. He pauses there, only briefly, before slipping out, leaving the demon behind, as if it was all a figment of his imagination.
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Minor problems. Blackhat just can't comprehend the hinderances of the weak and fragile human mind. Obviously Flug enjoyed that. And now his interested boss has a taste for that sweet blood. To top it all off, his esclavo likes pain. He's claimed a good toy. But there are still those minor problems.
Perhaps they're bigger than he thinks. Looking back over these last few weeks, a memory sticks out like a sore thumb. His doctor mentioned other things that happened when those experiments were performed on him. And Blackhat always had a sense the human had been abused sexually. Something related happened there.
However, I am not that grimy human, he thinks, feeling sick over the idea he could be compared. If I'm going to fully claim, I'll need to be... considerate. Disgusting.
For a long while, the demon thinks. Chin resting on steepled hands, eyes lidded, burning holes into his double doors with his gaze. Oh. Oh no, that's not a figure of speech. There are holes in those office doors now. Not like he can't get Flug to mend it. He leans back, hands clasping behind his head, his feet perching back on his desk. He's staring into his thoughts. Wondering whether his desires are worth getting mixed up with that mess of a human his doctor is. Wondering why, why his demonic tendencies latched onto such a meek form that is deteriorating with time, albeit slower than most of his species. What are his subconscious thoughts? What's the logic? Surely there's a reason. But he just can't find one.
Dementia is somewhat similar, he realizes, scowling. Somewhat. There's no reason for her to be infatuated with myself. In fact, she's a fool for it. So is Slys. How in the hell did I manage to amass such a worthless group of dedicated members...
Figuring he won't be able to decipher his emotions, Blackhat gives up. He pushes his chair away from his desk and opens the middle drawer. It will only open if Blackhat has mental and conscious intentions of opening it. The design was thought up by his scientist; very secure. Blackhat might have become a bit more lenient over the past year (especially past weeks), but he was different in the past. Perfection meant survival, not just 'you get to keep your job.' He would've slit open that man's stomach and drawn out his intestines while he was still conscious if he as much as back-talked or fucked up without fair reason.
Obviously that's changed now.
Inside that drawer are tons of information on secretive clients. Potential blackmail. But he's not looking for that. He shifts through some files, finding the one he needs. From the Self-Experimentation series. The one he confiscated. It is still a mystery as to how the scientist managed to get a hold of it. In retrospect, he thinks, it isn't impossible. After all, Slys has created every security measure in the area. Perhaps he knows things he shouldn't. Blackhat growls at the thought.
He pulls out the file, opening it back up. The paper-clipped black-and-white image of his scientist molds a frown on his face. This younger Flug's face isn't as scarred as his current doctor's. Not that Blackhat considers his scarred face less attractive. He quite likes scars actually. Blackhat flips through the file, thankful he recovered it and decided to get it translated to Spanish. He hadn't read it in great detail before, because he didn't care. But he does now.
A particular page catches his interest.
"A Record on Psychological Misconduct:
Subject SLYS, FLUG (24 yr.) — performance in previously easily accomplished tasks become challenge. Observed distancing, continue fatigue and faint at social interaction. General instability. Growing belief in divine intervention that will "save him." Extra measure to be taken for suppression of emotional outburst.
APPROVED Brain rework, subliminal message trial and error test run, set for 04/13/36.
XANDERS, WILHELM, PhD.
Hm. An idiot would be able to tell those letters were underlined long after the document was typed up. That same fresh ink writes out:
《GVAVAFAAFDAGFFGVFFFXGAAVAFFFFFFGAVFX. 》abc123.
Whoever took the time to do this wanted this message to be solved. Everything needed is basically there, from what Blackhat can tell at a glance. He wonders whether his doctor loses his mind in times of extreme anxiety and made this while he had access to the document. But he cannot be sure. He pulls out a paper and pen, wetting the tip with his slightly numb tongue, hoping this will be as easy as he anticipates.
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「I'm going to give some time for anyone that wants to try to solve this Cipher. Just in case, I'll post the next chapter in four to five days. I'll write the answer next chapter of course. Out of my love for mysteries, if you figure it out, please don't post the answer in the comments. And if you want more hints, message me. Thanks very much!」