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Losing his father only a few months before beginning college was hard on Adam. It was awful, in fact. Seeing his father decay and whither away right in front of him had been awful. They’d moved somewhere quieter once they’d found out quite how sick his father was. Somewhere peaceful, where Allan could enjoy his time a little more, even on those bad days. 

Adam had hoped that his father would be around to see him off to college, and the realisation that he wouldn’t only hit at his fathers funeral. It was a small affair; him, Harlan and Beverly. Beverly was Adam’s oldest and only friend, and they were set to go to school together in the fall that year. Luckily, they’d be able to stay in Adam’s house, their school not too far away. Beverly had a car, Adam had a house. It was pretty much perfect. 

“Goodbye, Dad. Wish me luck.” Adam spoke quietly in his bedroom, looking at himself in the mirror. He often found himself talking to his father. He’d read online that it was quite normal, talking to family members that were no longer there. Forgetting that they were gone. Adam looked over at the picture of his father, framed, on his bedside table. 

A mess of inky hair appeared in his bedroom doorway, Beverly’s face poking around the frame. “You ready to go, Star?” She asked with an excited smile, dressed neatly, a bag hanging off of her shoulder. The nickname was one she had given Adam when they were children. Usually, Adam didn’t like nicknames, but he didn’t mind this one much. Not at all, actually. 

Sighing, Adam nodded. “Yes. I’m ready.” 

“Goodbye, Mr Raki.” Beverly chuckled, nodding at the picture of Adam’s father before turning to head for the front door. 

Adam smiled slightly to himself, taking one last deep breath before following behind Beverly. He grabbed his bag and pulled on his converse, lacing them up, following his friend to the car. He was excited, even if his father wasn’t driving him to his first class. Even if he wouldn’t be able to tell Allan all about it. 

Adam hugged his bag to his chest. 

He could do this. 

—

Their first day went surprisingly well. Both of them had fears of things going wrong; going to the wrong class, getting lost on campus, not liking the course they had picked. However, when they met up for lunch, neither of them had a bad thing to say. 

“There’s not many people in my class,” Adam smiled over his sandwich. They’d decided to sit outside at a picnic table, the weather mild enough to do so. 

Bev hummed happily around a mouthful of pasta salad, hair now tied up in a messy bun, glasses balanced on her nose. “That’s good! Not many in mine, either. Already got friendly with a couple guys…Zeller and Price, I think? Decent professor?” 

Adam shrugged, “He’s okay so far! I haven’t got a reason to dislike him…he doesn’t talk too loud, either, which is quite nice. I can’t wait to tell da-“ Adam cut himself off, frowning softly as he set down his sandwich. It had only been a few months since it happened, and Adam still occasionally found himself openly talking like his father was at home. Alive and well. Again, he’d read that it was completely normal. But part of him still felt stupid for doing so. 

“Hey…” Beverly spoke softly, like a whisper. She didn’t speak to Adam like a child, though. “It’s okay, Star. Your dad would be proud of you for still going through with this…Fuck, most people would’ve crawled into a hole and ignored the world. I know I would’ve.”

“Why would I crawl into a hole?” Adam tilted his head, looking at Beverly seriously. Only for a second, before a small smile crept onto both of their faces. 

After a moment of soft laughter, Adam resumed eating his lunch, his cheeks warm. He’d only briefly debated taking a gap year to return to his right self after his father passed, but he had ultimately decided against it. Adam was glad, he decided. His father would’ve wanted this. Wanted him to go on with his life without letting his death get in the way. Life has to go on, son , he’d say. 

—

That following weekend, Beverly and Adam made a trip to a local thrift store. It was large and in a relatively empty area. The town that they lived in didn’t have many stores, unlike NewYork, where there was a department store or fancy boutique at every turn. Adam liked it, though. He liked secondhand stuff. It had life to it. Character. 

They walked around the store close together, shoulders bumping occasionally as they walked. Beverly had stopped to buy them hot chocolate on the way, something to keep them warm as they moved around the cold store. For a weekend, it was relatively empty. Even though it was cold out, and leaves had long fallen from the trees, many people still ventured out to enjoy the day. 

“Quiet today,” Bev mumbled, looking through a rack of clothing. 

“I like it when it’s quiet…” Adam shrugged, leaning against the small cart they had picked, already lined with a few items of clothing. He looked around, a small frown etching onto his lips. Soft music played over the speakers, but Adam couldn’t quite tell what the lyrics were, holding his breath to strain his ears. 

‘I wanna be adored’ by the Stone Roses played over the speakers, the old electronics crackling slightly. It sounded like a record being played. Adam only knew the song because of his father, having heard the man play it more than a few times as a child. He even remembered the man owning a shirt with the logo on. He never quite understood the lyrics as a child, but the melody itself was enjoyable. 

Pulling himself from the memory, Adam looked around again, blinking. The store was completely empty. Besides them, there was no one else shopping that Saturday afternoon. Adam swallowed, looking around again, following Beverly as she began walking once more. No one . Quite literally, no one. Adam couldn’t even spot a worker. For whatever reason, it unnerved him, the hair on the back of his neck raising as they turned a corner. 

The feeling of unease followed Adam to the ‘puzzle and board games’ aisle, goosebumps having bloomed on his covered arms. He paused to look at all the newly put out puzzles, his shoulders relaxing a little once he’d spotted some space themed ones. Galaxies, space scenes, and a pretty cottage scene. They all ended up in the cart, pleading with Adam to just tear them open and do them! 

“Ah, look at that!” Bev gasped, pointing towards an old looking box. 

Adam looked up from his pile of puzzles, brows burrowing together. The box was completely plain besides a capitalised phrase: ‘ OUIJA BOARD’. “What is that?” He asked, for some unknown reason…he was whispering. 

Bev smiled a little, wiggling her brows at Adam. “You’ve seriously never played one of these things? It’s like…it’s like a kids game, yeah? Where you try to talk to ghosts or something. There’s loads of movies about these things. Not to be fucked with, some might say.” She shrugged, reaching out to pick up the box before pausing, pulling her hand back quickly. “Eugh! It’s… leaking ! Gross.” 

“Why would you even want to play with one of these things?” Adam asked, clutching onto his cardboard cup of hot chocolate. 

“I dunno, Star.” Beverly shrugged again. She looked over at her friend with a cheeky smile, “Maybe you should buy it? Tell your Dad about your day?” 

If anyone else had made such a joke, Adam likely would’ve cried. Or shouted. If it had been a few weeks earlier, those things would’ve also likely happened. However, now, he simply smiled flatly and shook his head. “No. It’s all gross…I don’t want to take that thing home. I’m not sure I believe in that kind of thing, anyway.” Adam mumbled, feeling a shiver run down his spine as he spoke. Did he believe it? Adam didn’t even have time to think about it more, pulled back into reality by Beverly asking to go to the checkout. 

Thankfully, someone was waiting for them at the checkout. A blank faced girl greeted them with complete silence. She made no eye contact with either of them as she scanned their items, staring forward, out into the abyss. It was unnerving, even if Adam wasn’t fond of eye contact either. 

“You aren’t taking the board home today? He wants to come home with you, Adam” She spoke, voice flat. Eerie. 

“What?” Adam blinked, voice trembling. 

“Cash or card?” The woman furrowed her brows, emotion now etched in her voice. She sounded confused, making eye contact with the pair. “I just asked if you were paying cash or card?” 

Adam handed over cash without saying anything else, leaving his cold cup of hot chocolate on the counter as the pair, rather hurriedly, walked out. Beverly all but dragged Adam back to the car, clearly unnerved herself. Empty buildings often did that to people. Places that should be bustling with at least a little life. Like an empty airport or a deserted train station. Of course, those places could be empty and quiet, but no matter what…it still felt wrong . 

“Hey, so…” Beverly hummed, tilting her head to look in her mirrors as she pulled out. “The guys in my class invited me out for a drink tonight…They invited you, as well…if you wanna come?” Although she knew the answer already, Beverly thought it polite to ask anyway. She never wanted Adam to feel left out or unwanted. She knew how bad that stings. 

“Brian and Jimmy?” Adam double checked, leaning forward to turn on the heating. “I’m going to stay home, I think. You can invite them over, you know. You just have to let me know…so I can prepare.” 

The young woman smiled over at Adam, her dark eyes creasing with happiness. “Next weekend? Jimmy would like your space stuff…and he loves theatre and plays. You’d get along.” 

At that, Adam smiled brightly. “Oh! Really? Next weekend will be nice…We can make dinner.”

“Sounds good, Star.”

“It does, Bev!” 

— 

Adam and Beverly ate dinner together before she got changed and headed out to get drinks with her new friends. Adam was excited for her, in all honesty. Her future field was hard and competitive, it would be good to have friends going through the same things as her. Whilst Adam’s course was just as difficult, it was different in many ways as well. He’d make a friend eventually, he knew he would. 

After having a shower, Adam got dressed in a pair of cosy pyjamas. The pants were printed with small planets and stars, the long-sleeved shirt a plain blue. His slippers had embroidered stars on; a gift from his Dad. 

Right as Adam was making his way to the sofa, there was a sharp knock on the door. The house was completely silent besides the shuffle of Adam’s feet against the oak flooring. Knock. Knock. Knock. Three sharp and very loud knocks, unmistakable in the quiet of his house. Adam frowned, looking over to the small hooks where they kept the keys. Beverly’s were gone, meaning it wasn’t her at the door. He wasn’t expecting anyone either. Adam was ready to ignore it, until - Knock. Knock. KNOCK . The last one was louder. Firmer. More incessant. 

That same feeling of unease washed over Adam as he stared at the front door, half expecting the doorknob to start rattling. They’d ordered a ring camera recently, and Adam was more than wishing it had come earlier. He swallowed around an unnaturally large lump in his throat as he took a step towards the door, arm covered with goosebumps. As quick as he could, Adam whipped open the front door, gasping softly. 

No one was there. 

The porch light flickered to life, illuminating the drive and the thicket of trees surrounding his house. Adam was just about to head back inside when he froze, his eyes having caught something on the doorstep. A familiar, plain box. The same box that had given him an awful feeling in the thrift store that very day. 

“Th-This isn’t funny, Bev!” Adam called into the nothingness. Beverly’s car was gone. No one was around. And it was dark. Terrifying. “I don’t find it funny!” 

Adam looked around again, met with nothing but silence. Heavy, thick silence that made him shiver. He went to shut the door, but something stopped him. Not a hand or something caught in the door…but…a feeling. Adam barely had a second to think before he was snatching up the box from his doorstep and slamming the front door. He locked it, hurrying off to drop the box onto the coffee table. Adam took a deep breath as he rushed off to wash his hands and make himself a drink, having to do his breathing exercises to calm down. 

The kettle boiled. Adam jumped. He took a deep breath. Breathed out. He made his cup of tea and sat back down at the sofa, ignoring the box as he reached for the TV remote, turning the box on. Usually, on a Saturday, Adam and Beverly would watch a horror movie. Adam decided on something a little more mild. 

He settled on the sofa as the movie he’d chosen started, feet pulled up on the sofa, a blanket draped over his legs. He nursed his cup of tea as he watched, his eyes only drifting back to the box once or twice. During a commercial break, Adam got up to use the bathroom, disappearing for only a minute. Maybe not even a minute. Fifty-two seconds, if he were to be exact. 

Fifty-two seconds, and Adam noticed the change instantly. 

The goddamn box. 

It was open, the contents decorating the coffee table. Really, it was only the board and a planchette. The box was neatly put to the side, as if someone had meticulously set the thing up. Adam blinked, and then checked the time on his phone. It was only nine, nowhere near late enough for Adam to be seeing things due to sleepiness. 

Suddenly, the room was very chilly, and Adam found himself rushing back to the sofa to be under his blanket. The board stared at him. It felt like it was, anyway. Adam had never felt such an intense feeling of being watched, and certainly not by an inanimate object. By now, the movie had resumed and Adam had lost any interest he’d had in it. His gaze was completely focused on the planchette. It practically called for him. 

Before touching it, Adam looked up the rules online. He frowned at all of the ominous articles that promised Adam a lifetime of haunting if he played with one. Again, Adam wasn’t too sure if he believed in that sort of thing or not. 

And, maybe, just maybe, Beverly’s little joke might be true. It may very well give Adam a little closer to ‘ talk ’ to his father this way. So, without further ado, Adam reached for the planchette. 

“H. E. L. L. O.” Adam spelt out carefully, moving the wooden piece against the board, the scratching sound surprising soothing. He took a deep breath. Was he actually doing this? From what he had seen online, people either believed this to be a stupid sleepover party game…or a one way ticket to Hell. Sleepover. Or eternal damnation. Why was there no in between? 

With his fingers placed on the wood, Adam spoke into the open, empty space around him. “Hello? Dad?” His throat felt tight as he spoke, like it had always done when he gave class presentations. “Dad…It’s Adam. Are you th-“ 

Adam was interrupted by his own gasp, watching with wide eyes as his fingers glided across the board, spelling something out. ‘ Hello .’ Adam couldn’t believe it. He truly hadn’t moved it. And even if it was just a slip of his fingers, could his fingers slip like that. He wasn’t sure anymore. 

“Dad?” Adam smiled a little, leaning down towards the board. “If you’re there…can you give me a sign? Maybe you could…change the channel.” He suggested softly, brows furrowed so hard that it hurt. He waited almost a full minute before scoffing, only to look up and see the movie flicker to the news channel, forcing a loud gasp from him. Something his father very often watched. But, Adam reasoned that most middle aged American men watched the news. He reasoned that most people did, no matter age nor sex. The televisions flickered again, changing briefly to the music channel, before flicking back to the news. It flickered once more before turning off with a comical ‘zip’ sound, making Adam jump a little. He wanted to reach for the remote to turn it back on, but he quickly decided against it. 

He sighed, ready to say goodbye, when the planchette started moving again. ‘ Gorgeous’. Adam’s frown deepened, not at all relaxed now. 

“Hello…Gorgeous?” Adam had laughed at that, running one hand through his messy curls, the other remaining on the wooden piece. What was going on? How had that box gotten on his front door step? How did he not see someone driving away? He took a deep breath, looking around the living room again. He half expected Beverly to jump out from behind something and reveal it was all a prank. A distasteful and mean prank, but a prank nonetheless. 

A cold gust of air rushed through the living room, making Adam audibly shiver. He’d closed all the windows, he was sure. Before Adam could look around again, the planchette began moving once again. 

‘A.L.O.N.E’

“Yes, I’m alone…” Adam replied without really thinking. Was he really that sad about his father that he was making things like this up? He’d only read a few stories like that, but he was sure that it wasn't happening to him. He knew that his father was going to die. His illness had been terminal and they’d discussed it at length before Allan got too sick. “B-But my friend will be home soon. Is this real?” He asked because…what else could he ask?

“As real as you or me, Gorgeous.” a deep, accented voice appeared at Adam’s side on the sofa, the weight of something making the cushion next to him dip. Adam froze, his eyes going wide as he stared straight ahead. The room suddenly felt freezing, his skin erupting into goosebumps, the hair on his arms and neck standing straight up. The fingers resting on the planchette began to shake, moving the piece of wood around this time. Adam could tell the difference now. He took a shuddering breath, the scent of rich aftershave and cigarettes filled his lungs, so strong that he could taste it on his tongue. 

Whatever was next to him shifted. Adam could hear the rustling of fabric. “It’s rude to ignore guests, Adam.” the voice invaded Adam’s ears again, the sound of a rumbling chuckle making him whimper softly. 

Everything in him was screaming at him to not look. To jump up and run out of the house. He was a fast runner, but he wasn’t sure he’d be too fast in the dark. So, ignoring every flashing sign in his mind, Adam slowly turned his head. Before his mind could catch up to his body, Adam was letting out a loud shriek, scrambling as far away as he could from the…the man? The thing? Adam wasn’t sure. He looked like a man. 

At the other end of the sofa, an older man was smiling at Adam, ashen hair falling into his face. He was dressed in all black, all the way down to his shiny shoes. His skin was tanned and his eyes were dark, almost an inky black in the dim light of Adam’s living room. When he smiled, his thin lips pulled back to reveal sharp teeth, jagged and pointed. Like illustrations of vampires that Adam had seen in story books. Though, this man wasn’t pale like a vampire. And he hadn’t asked to be let inside. The…man… leant forward, his elbows perched on his knees as he looked Adam up and down. 

“Yo-You’re not my Dad!” was the first thing that Adam could think to say. His heart was thundering in his chest. It was so loud, he wondered if the thing in front of him could hear it, too. He knew he’d be able to hear his panting, that was for sure. 

Again, the thing chuckled, reaching a hand out to gently pluck the planchette from Adam’s hand. It was only then that Adam noticed his pointed nails, the tips black. They weren’t too long. Did…creatures get manicures? “No, Darling. I’m not your father. Your Daddy don’t live in the same pace I do, trust me. He’s somewhere nice, though. Allan, right?”

Adam felt tears spring in his eyes, his legs pulled up onto the sofa, knees pulled as close as he could get them, making himself small and closed off. “You…You’ve seen him? That’s impossible! He’s dead and has been for weeks!” he shot back instantly, shaking his head. This was too much. It was too wrong. Too awful. Whoever was doing his to him was mean and cruel. Would Beverly really do this to him? 

As if reading the shaking darling's mind, the thing leant forward and smiled toothily again. “Your friend had nothing to do with this. It’s all you, baby. You took that silly thing into your home and played with it…now look what's happened. You have a nasty ol’ demon in your house.”

“I-It showed up on my doorstep!” Adam defended himself, his eyes glued to the things mouth, watching his teeth. “It was stupid! This isn’t real!”

“It is!” The thing was louder this time as he spoke, leaning into Adam’s personal space completely, like an all consuming cloud of smoke. “It’s real, Adam. What are you going to do about it?” 

Adam whimpered softly, flinching at the sound of the things raised voice. He was so pretty. So vulnerable and sweet. He smelt good too, perhaps he would taste just as good. “Do…Do you have a name?” he spoke after a long stretch of silence, his gaze a little less terrified now. 

“You can call me Nigel, Darling.” The thing, Nigel, purred lowly. 

“N-Nigel? But that’s a normal name? You aren’t normal!” 

Nigel’s hand moved to cover where his heart used to be, making a wounded expression. “Ouch, doll. What did I ever do to you?” He chuckled, long fingers reaching out once again to hook under Adam’s chin, thumb brushing over his trembling lip. 

Adam whimpered softly, his brows knitted together, face flushed. He wanted so badly to run away and lock himself in his bedroom, but he wasn’t sure that a locked door would stop Nigel. Did closed doors stop demons? Adam didn’t know much about them, it wasn’t his interest. He wanted so badly to move away, regardless, but he felt himself leaning into Nigel’s touch slowly. His lashes fluttered, mind racing until he managed to slow it back down to a single thought. His father. 

“Please…Please tell me he’s okay.” Adam whimpered once again, the sound sadder than before. It hurt Nigel. A pretty thing like him shouldn’t have to feel sadness. 

The thing leant in closer, his soft lips brushing over Adam’s jaw, making the boy's breath hitch. “He’s okay…” Nigel whispered, and for whatever reason…Adam believed him. “He’s not in pain, sweetheart. I’m sorry that you are.” 

Again, for whatever reason, Adam believed Nigel. He believed that he truly felt sorry for him. Adam felt sorry for himself, too. Children weren’t supposed to outlive their parents. Parents were supposed to see their children off for college, be there to guide them through life, a shoulder to cry on. Beverly was there for him, but it wasn’t the same. She knew how to calm him down and bring him off the edge, but it wasn’t the same as when his father had done so. When his father had held him through the night, bandaged him up, kissed his forehead. 

Adam hadn’t realised that he’d been crying, until Nigel wiped the tears from his cheeks. His fingers were warm, surprisingly. He was dead, right? Weren’t dead people supposed to be cold? The brush of Nigel’s lips on his cheek brought him back, lashes fluttering again. 

“Let me make you feel better, Darling. A pretty thing like you shouldn’t be crying…not out of sadness, anyway.” Nigel chuckled softly, pulling back only slightly, their faces inches apart. 

“H-How?” Adam found himself replying instantly. 

An almost cheeky smile crossed Nigel’s face. Almost in a blink of an eye, their positions had changed completely. Nigel was now sitting with his back against the sofa normally, Adam straddling his lap, the things large hands on Adam’s thighs. The sweet thing was barely a noticeable weight in his lap. His weight was nice, but the shocked expression on his blushing face was even better. 

The boy floundered, unable to form words for a few moments, before blurting: “I’m a virgin!” 

It pulled a laugh from Nigel. A loud, rumbling thing that made the creature's head fall back and his eyes crease in the corners. His hands travelled up to Adam’s slim hips, squeezing gently. “I know…I can smell it.” Nigel purred, one hand drifting to Adam’s stomach, sharp fingernail hooking into the waistband of his space pyjamas. “Smells so sweet.” 

Nigel licked his lips, and Adam suddenly spotted his tongue. It was sharp and long looking, but not forked like he’d imagined. He made a soft mewling noise, his hips twitching automatically. “You…Can smell it?” 

“Mmh…” Nigel nodded, looking up at the boy. “I want to taste it.” He chuckled, pulling Adam into a messy, passion fueled kiss. Adam squeaked in surprise, eyes wide for a moment before they fluttered closed and he all but melted into the kiss, parting his lips to welcome Nigel’s tongue. It was hot and smooth, the feeling forcing a moan from Adam. It wasn’t quite as sharp as it looked, instead it was velvety. The sweet boy wanted more. 

Their kiss was severed when Adam could no longer hold his breath, lungs aching, lips swollen and pretty. He pulled back with a little whimper, his lashes fluttering as he opened his eyes to look at Nigel. Adam gasped, looking around the room. His bedroom . How had they gotten there? Had Nigel picked him up and he hadn’t felt it? Adam felt dizzy with the thought of it. 

Another sound of surprise escaped the boy when he realised that they were both very naked. He hadn’t realised until Nigel’s hand travelled up to his pale chest, pinching a nipple between pointed nails. “A-Ah! H-How?” Adam squeaked, back arching, automatically reaching into the creature's touch. He’d never been touched this way, not by anyone other than himself. “How did you do that?” 

Nigel laughed huskily against Adam’s neck, long tongue licking overheated flesh. “Such a silly question, Doll. How did I do any of this?” He suddenly flipped them over, Adam on his back, Nigel leaning over him. 

Like this, Adam was able to take in Nigel’s nude form for the first time. He was covered in hair, all the way from his chest, growing thicker and darker as it reached his cock. He was broad, shoulders spanning wide enough to cover the boy's body, like a shield. There was a scar that covered most of Nigel’s side, messily stitched up. Adam found that odd…he’d always imagined Angels and Demons to be free from mortal wounds or scars. Though, Adam didn’t hate it, tracing his fingers over the raised flesh. The area seemed to be sensitive for Nigel, pulling a broken moan from his plush lips. 

“Angel…” Nigel panted, dark eyes glued to Adam’s flushed face. 

Adam didn’t look up. His eyes continued moving down, cheeks darkening when he finally looked at the creature’s cock; long and thick, hanging heavy between toned thighs. It was bigger than anything Adam had seen in pornography, thicker, too. Different, all together. Adam’s brows furrowed a little as he noticed the knot around the base of Nigel’s cock, and the bumps that ran down the side. The tip was slightly pointed, but not terrifyingly so, slit drooling with pearly precome. He’d seen such  things on fantasy dildos before, but he’d never imagined seeing such a thing in real life. 

“See something you like?” Nigel purred, a large hand wrapping around his own cock, stroking slowly. “Looks different to your little cock, hm? Bet yours isn’t even half the size, Darling, is it?” Although Nigel’s words were teasing and cruel, he delivered them in such a way that made Adam tremble all over. His little cock twitched, and he felt pre dribble from the red tip. 

“N-No…” Adam shook his head, his small, soft hand drifting down to inspect the creature’s cock properly, fingers running over the bumps. Nigel groaned, hips bucking. “I’m so much smaller than this…I-It’s really impressive…!”

The touch made Nigel grunt, his cock leaking obscenely onto Adam’s own little cock. He pressed his hips down, pressing their cocks together, comparing their sizes. The sight alone made Nigel moan, “Look at that, hm. Look at your little cock…Please tell me you touch this pretty cock?” 

The boy managed to nod after a few moments, too distracted by the feel of the things cock against his own. So big. So…so abnormal. “Y-Yes! I do…but…but I want you to touch it, now.” Adam demanded shyly, looking up at Nigel through his lashes. 

Despite all the movies he’d watched with Bev, about monsters and demonic spirits, Adam felt no fear. He figured the creature could do something to him. Could’ve killed Adam and made it look like an accident. Could’ve scratched him and torn him apart like he’d seen in movies. He didn’t believe that Nigel would hurt him. He wanted the thing to touch him. To take him apart in filthy ways. Adam spread his legs, hot with lust. 

The creature took Adam’s gesture and ran with it, pushing two fingers into the boy's mouth, past his parted lips. Adam mewled, tongue instantly swirling around his fingers, suckling gently. He mourned the kiss with a whimper when Nigel pulled them out, hand drifting between milky thighs, pushing against Adam’s tight hole. The boy gasped, head lolling to the side, brows creasing. 

“S that good, baby?” Nigel’s voice was right by Adam’s ear, his breath hot, voice deep. As he spoke, he pushed a finger slowly inside of the darling creature, grunting at the tight heat as Adam’s hole sucked him in. It was just a finger, but both of them were reacting like it was so much more. Nigel’s sharp nails didn’t hurt at all. There was no sting or blood. 

It only felt…amazing. Adam’s back arched from the bed as a second finger was pushed into his tight hole. It felt so good, so good that Adam didn’t even notice as Nigel shifted down the bed, his head between Adam’s legs. His free hand pushed Adam’s legs apart, making room for himself, for his tongue, slowly licking around his fingers. Nigel’s pointed tongue on the boy's stretched rim was enough to pull a sweet cry from Adam. “A-Ah!” He gasped, eyes rolling back. “Wh-What…!?” 

“Tastin’ that pretty hole…” the demon flicked his tongue out again, slowly moving his fingers as his tongue prodded and dragged. “Take my fingers so fuckin’ well, boy. Pretty little Angel…so full of sin.” 

The combination of Nigel’s fingers, tongue and words made Adam squirm, moans pouring from his kiss-bitten lips. He was distantly very happy that his friend wasn’t at home, unsure if he’d be able to hold back his noises. He certainly couldn’t, now. Adam cried out again, his legs spreading wider, feet leaving the bed. His fingers tangled in Nigel’s messy hair, brushing over bumps on his head. Horns. Had they always been there? Adam wasn’t sure, in all honesty. He wasn’t sure he cared, either. 

No, he didn’t care. Couldn’t care. Not when pleasure was winding so white hot in his stomach that his vision felt blurry. 

“N-No! Gonna-!” Adam was cut off by a desperate whine, his whole body spasming when Nigel pulled away quickly, leaving his body aching for the pleasure that had just been there. The boy panted, looking up at the creature through heavy lashes. 

“Not yet.” Nigel growled, lips pulled back to reveal threateningly sharp teeth. His eyes had darkened, almost completely black in the dim lights of Adam’s bedroom. “You’ll be coming on my cock or not at all, Angel boy. I’m gonna breed that tight hole, you’ll belong to me.”  

Adam found himself nodding without really thinking, wrapping his legs around Nigel’s middle, trapping the creature in place. Though, there was no place Nigel would rather be. He whined, “Yes. Yes. Yours. Please.” Adam found himself babbling…? No, pleading. He pleaded for the creature to touch him. To make him feel good in whatever way he saw fit. 

A virgin soul. Nigel couldn’t wait to sink his teeth into the meaty flesh of Adam’s virginity, to taste it on his tongue as he tore it away from the bones of his soul. Nothing tasted better than an untouched meal. Shifting, Nigel placed his large hands on the back of Adam’s thighs, pushing them, practically folding the pretty little thing in half. 

“I promise it won’t hurt, baby.” The creature purred, pressing soft kisses against Adam’s ankles and the sole of his foot. Adam moaned softly. So sensitive. So reactive, and it was all for Nigel. He already felt so full, but Nigel was a greedy thing. He always had been. 

Carefully, Nigel lined the pointed tip of his cock up with Adam’s fluttering hole, slick and puffy. Nigel was obscenely wet, more so than any human was, Adam could feel it dripping into his hole. “ Please. ” Adam whined, his small hands coming to rest on Nigel’s broad shoulders, squeezing tightly. 

Soft pants and strained moans filled the space between them as Nigel pushed his hips forward, slowly sinking into the boy. They both cried out when the creature’s cockhead popped inside, stretching Adam out. It burnt a little, but no more than Nigel’s fingers. It was pleasant. Better than pleasant. Adam was seeing stars, and it only felt better when he felt the first bump on Nigel’s cock slip into him. 

“O-Oh!” Adam gasped, eyes snapping down between their bodies, staring at the place they met. His toes curled, mouth hung open. “More. More. Please.” 

God. Adam was such a desperate thing. He smelt beautiful. Sweet and needy, like cinnamon sugar and freshly baked cakes. Nigel wanted to sink his teeth into it. He happily obliged to Adam’s endless stream of pleas, pushing his cock all the way to the already forming knot as the base. Each time a bump pushed into Adam’s hot little hole, the boy cried out in unashamed pleasure. His head was already thrown back, body arched into Nigel’s touch. The demon groaned loudly as he leant down to press kisses to Adam’s chest, hot tongue flicking out to drag over stiff nipples. 

“Oh! God!” Adam gasped, hole clenching. 

Nigel growled, pulling back suddenly, grabbing Adam by his face. He forced the boy to look at him as he slowly pulled his hips back, almost pulling out completely. “Keep his fuckin’ name outta your mouth. He’s not here.” Nigel ground out, punctuating the last word with a hard, firm thrust, grinding his hips against Adam’s ass. Adam couldn’t reply or apologise, all the thought punched out of him, a loud moan escaping him instead. His blunt nails dug into Nigel’s shoulders, toes curled tightly. 

It didn’t stop there, though. Nigel set a rough pace right off the bat, slamming his hips, fucking into the boy’s hole almost desperately. A wet squelching sound filled the room, obscene and filthy, making Adam whine out loudly. His head dropped to the side, eyes squeezing closed. 

“Don’t be embarrassed,” Nigel chuckled, his hand still holding Adam’s face, but loosely now. He rubbed his thumb against Adam’s bottom lip, delivering a series of particularly rough and deep thrusts. He could feel his knot growing. He wasn’t going to last long, but he was sure Adam was on the same pathway. “Look at me. Look at me, boy.” 

Adam let out another embarrassed whine, but his head moved nonetheless, pleasure-lidded eyes fluttering to Nigel’s dark set. Not fond of eye contact, unless he was being fucked brainless. His little cock went completely ignored, leaking onto his bulging belly. 

His bulging belly. 

The boy whimpered as his hand moved to his stomach, letting out a shocked noise as the feeling of Nigel’s cock shifting inside of him. Rearranging his insides, building a space for himself. It drove Adam crazy, alongside the endless pounding against his prostate. Adam could barely think, or form words, his mouth hung open in an endless stream of whorish noises. 

“You like that, baby?” Nigel chuckled, his voice more ragged now. He was covered in a thin sheen of sweat…and Adam swore that he’d sprouted horns. They were dark and curled, much like rams. But Adam honestly wasn’t sure if it was real. He couldn’t focus long enough to find out. “Like that monster cock, hm? Fuck. Gonna make me knot that little ass…breed you so deep. I’ve ruined you, baby. You ain’t gonna want anyone else after this,” the creature leant down, properly folding Adam in half now. He nipped at the boy's bottom lip, sharp tongue flicking out to lick at the blood that beaded there. 

“Pl…P…” Adam began, voice slurred, completely fucked out. He was sweaty, flushed all the way to his nipples, dark curls sticking to his skin. He looked completely drunk on Nigel’s cock, almost drooling…definitely drooling. . Adam didn’t know what he was begging for. He didn’t know what it meant to share blood and lust with a creature like Nigel, perhaps if he did…he wouldn’t have opened himself up so easily. Would've asked more questions. Nigel wasn’t too sure if Adam’s brain was any more than a pile of mush now. 

Nigel’s tongue invaded the sweet things' mouth, forcing him to taste his own blood, surprised by the desperate moan that Adam let out. The boy bucked his hips, little cock jumping. Instead of paying attention to it, Nigel pressed his hand against Adam’s stomach instead, right over the bulge of his thrusting cock. Nigel was…he was stroking himself from the outside in. Clearly, it drove Adam mad. He threw his head back with a scream, his hands flying to fist at the pillow under his head. Nigel felt that little hole clench violently around him, hips stuttering for a moment. 

“Oh? You like that, little angel? Like when I ignore that little cock? Want me to stroke your fat clit?” His hot tongue dragged over Adam’s ear as he spoke, making the boy shiver. He didn’t wait for a response, pinching Adam’s cock between pointed fingers, stroking slow despite his punishing thrusts. Pleasure bolted through Adam’s entire body, eyes rolling back completely, as if he were possessed by the feeling. His little cock drooled obscenely onto Nigel’s fingers and down onto his stomach. It felt good. It felt too good. Adam wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold it. It felt so much different from his usual orgasms. The feeling of Nigel’s knot pushing into him was maddening, making his toes spread and curl painfully. Nigel thrusted harder, faster, deeper, forcing his knot inside. 

It popped in with a lewd squelch, locking Nigel in that molton heat. He wasn’t sure who came first. Or who came more. Nigel watched Adam spasm and tremble as his orgasm absolutely shattered him, tearing him apart like a rabid animal. Rope after rope of milky, thick come shot up his trembling body, hitting his chin, splashing across his parted lips. It was fucking obscene. Just when Nigel thought it was over, more continued to paint Adam’s body, with his body folded in half, most of his mess ended up on his chest and on his face or neck. Nigel watched it all, his cock throbbing inside the sloppy boy’s hole. He was barely focusing on his own mind-numbing orgasm. He didn’t want to miss a second, especially not when Adam stuck out his tongue to catch the last few spurts of his own fucking come. 

“Ye-Yes!” Adam wailed, screamed. He swallowed his own come, looking up at the creature through heavy eyes, whining loudly. “Yes. Breed me. Please. It… It feels so good!”

Nigel groaned, sharp teeth running over Adam’s neck, tongue lolling out to lick at the mess there. His teeth itched to bite. His gums almost felt like they were burning. He had to do something about it. Without much thought, Nigel sunk his teeth into the pale flesh there, unmarked and beautiful all for him. Adam screamed. He screamed loud enough to spook the deer that was outside his house. The owl that had taken up watch in a tree by the window. Hell, Nigel even wondered if it had scared the moon and the stars away. Nigel would gladly replace them for Adam. Blood bloomed hot and sweet on his tongue, the endless stream of come sputtering off to an end, flooding Adam completely. 

It took a handful of minutes before either of them returned to their bodies, panting into one another's spaces. Adam’s eyes were still mostly closed, his body completely limp, only held in place by Nigel’s trembling hands. He whined when he felt Nigel’s teeth remove themselves from his flesh. Though, no blood gushed out like he had expected, and when he reached up to touch it, the wound felt more like a scar than anything else. No blood lingered on his fingers, for which Adam was glad.  

“You should see yourself, Baby.” The thing on top of him chuckled, bloodied lips spread wide around the sound. 

Adam made an embarrassed sound, sheepish. “I…I should’ve told you that I make a mess like that…It happens every time.” 

As Adam spoke, Nigel slowly lowered his legs back to the bed, unfolding him gently. His joints and thighs ached, dull and burning almost. But it was a satisfying type of pain, one that Adam welcomed. “Messy little thing. Do you have a bath, darling?”

The only response he got was a gentle nod. It seemed that Adam didn’t yet have it in him to talk. Without waiting much longer, Nigel slowly scooped Adam up and carried him off to the bathroom, smiling at the sight of a rather large bath. 

–

When Adam fully returned to the real world, he was submerged in a sea of bubbles, the scent of bath salts floating in the air around him. It was good. He felt entirely weightless, a bone deep sense of satisfaction dwelling in him. He half expected to be alone. That what had happened had been some sort of fever, grief induced dream. However, when he shifted, he felt soft hair and muscle against his back, strong arms wrapped around his body. 

“Welcome back, Star.” Nigel whispered, his touch much more gentle now. Adam couldn’t feel any dried come on his body or face, assuming that the creature must have wiped him clean whilst he was drifting between worlds. 

Adam hummed, “How do you know that name?”

The creature made a soft cooing sound, warm water sloshing around them. “I know everything. I know all about your love for space…and your friend…and how you belong to just me, now. Though, I’ll share you with Beverly Katz. She’s a good friend, isn’t she, Adam?” 

“Yeah…” The boy nodded, tilting his head back to look at the creature. “Is she safe…? Am I safe?” Adam asked quietly, too relaxed to speak much louder than a whisper. 

“Of course.” Nigel promised. And once again, Adam found himself believing the creature entirely. He felt no reason not to. “She’ll be home soon…Why don’t you let me clean your hair, hm?” 

Adam thought about it for a moment, his eyes fluttering closed as he tilted his head back to let Nigel wash his hair. Despite his sharp nails, Nigel’s hands felt like heaven in his hair, scrubbing and massaging with tenderness. He shielded Adam’s eyes from the shampoo as he rinsed it out, adding in sweet smelling conditioner into the ends of his curls. “You’re beautiful.” Nigel whispered, tracing a finger over the scar on Adam’s neck. “All mine.’Till death do us fucking part. I can’t wait to see what your little horns look like…” 

“Hm?” Adam hummed, turning his head to sleepily look at Nigel. 

“Nothing, my love. Let’s get you out.” 

And, as if Adam had simply blinked, they were back in his bedroom, curled up on the bed. He was dressed in clean pyjamas and the sheets had been changed. He still felt completely boneless, like he could sleep for a thousand years, so full of love he could burst. Nigel was dressed, too. Adam wondered how, but realised that it likely didn’t matter. He was dressed in a pair of black pyjama bottoms and a T-shirt, standing at the foot of the bed. He looked normal, now, his horns tucked away, teeth somehow less sharp than they had been only a handful of minutes ago. 

“I’ll go make you some food. You’ll need it.” Nigel chuckled, turning on the lamp before he switched off the main light. He disappeared into the kitchen just as Beverly was opening the front door. 

By now, the Ouija board had disappeared. The living room looked exactly the same as it had done before, tidy and neat, the television turned off. The hallway was filled with a soft hum as Beverly entered, the jangling of keys joining the gentle sound. The hairs on the back of her neck didn’t rise. She’d had a beer or two, courtesy of the bar that didn’t ID.   

After hanging up her keys and jacket, Beverly turned around. She made her way into the kitchen, following the scent of Mac and cheese, stomach rumbling. Why didn’t bars serve more than fries and chips? 

“Heya, St-“ Beverly gasped, grabbing her chest in surprise. “Fucking Christ! Who the hell are you?!” 

Nigel looked over his shoulder and smiled charmingly, slowly stirring the food in the pot. “Nigel. Who the fuck are you?” He chuckled. 

The young woman, no older than Adam, looked Nigel up and down. She noticed his wet hair and bare feet. His pyjamas. She quickly decided that this man hadn’t broken in. Who breaks in just to make packet Mac and cheese? Well, plenty of people break in to steal food, though Beverly was sure that this wasn’t the case. 

“Beverly Katz.” She tossed her back onto the dining table, opening up the fridge to grab herself and Adam a soda. She looked over at the man again, spotting the marks on his neck. Beverly smirked. “I take it you know Adam?” 

He laughed this time, nodding. “Yeah…You could say that.” 

Again, Beverly smiled. She’d been waiting for Adam to meet someone romantically. He deserved it. He had so much love to give, in his own special ways. Nigel wasn’t bad looking, either, despite being visibly older than Adam. “I was only gone for a couple of hours…that boy works fast.” She chuckled, cracking open a Coke. “Maybe I’ll see you at breakfast? Pancakes on a Sunday.” 

“Mmh,” Nigel nodded, grabbing a bowl. “I think you will.”