The year is 2019. Exactly two years ago, an event went down in Detroit that is referred to simply as The End. Jake wasn't there, but word spread as quickly as the downfall of government - that is, very. A man known as Caliborn had opened the gate between this world and the one of angels and demons. The bastard had killed his sister as part of the ritual. He had summoned the Big Bad, who took no time in possessing him and bringing an entire demonic army upon the world.
With civilisation crashing, people were left to fend for themselves. Jake had started off the journey alone. He could have stayed just fine on his secluded little island, but his friend Janey was out there somewhere and like hell he was going to leave her silly spoon wielding self alone as well. Along the way, he met Roxy, a young girl with short blonde hair and a excellent aim with a rifle. It was by her that he learned of the demons weakness'. He often weighed the small rock salt bullets in his hands, thinking how lucky he was that no demon had bothered him before Roxy could get to him. It was her exorcism spell and quick thinking that saved his life and he often hoped he could someday repay her.
The latest attack had been three days ago and Roxy was completely bed ridden. He'd done his best to wrap and clean her wound, but without the correct medical supplies, it hadn't been much. A weaker soul would have moved on by now, but Roxy was a tough cookie. He thanked whatever gods out there that she was. Jake was desperate now and he needed to ensure that this would never happen, again.
Jane was also pretty badly wounded, but she hadn't gotten the worse of it like Roxy had. Poor girl'd missed one particular demon coming from behind and as soon as it was on her, Jake knew she would not be getting out of the pile unscathed.
"Jake," Jane stopped him in the hallway, limping over to the wall to lean against it. She took the spray can from his arms, giving him a hard look, "What exactly are you doing?"
"Nothing, Janey," Jake insisted, taking the can back and forcing a smile onto his lips, "Don't you worry your little head. I'm just doing a quick task."
"Jake," Jane warned, "You better not be summoning something."
"What?" Jake demanded, letting hurt flood his face to further convince her,"I'm wounded, Janey! What would make you think I would ever do something so utterly stupid?"
"No, I'm wounded," Jane corrected, "And you've got a hero complex."
"I assure you that's not what I'm doing," Jake replied, "Don't you worry one bit. I may be a bit thick at times, but I'm still not that much so." Janey nodded, uncertainly, but let him be, hobbling off to go care for Roxy. Jake would have liked nothing more than to gun down the bastard who got her leg.
Closing the door and locking it, he looked around, quickly scanning his surroundings for potential weapons, if necessary. Nothing was really going to be very helpful and he left his guns in his room, but there was a metal pole on the ground and he placed it next to the other supplies despite the fact he knew it probably wouldn't do much if the demon he summoned actually did try and attack him.
He quickly painted a pentagram on the stone ground, getting his hands slightly dirty as he knelt on the ground. He wiped them off on his pants and pulled out a slip of paper that had a few lines of Latin scribbled on it. His hand was trembling slightly as he choked out the words. Doubt was beginning to ebb it's way into Jake's mind and he forced himself to just get on with it before he doomed Roxy, and probably Janey as well, to death.
The pentagram began to glow as the last line was uttered and Jake stepped back, warily, pocketing the paper. A figure began to appear in the centre of it. They were tall and lanky. Blonde hair etched back from their head and his face was set in a thin unamused line, like he had just been dragged away from something important to entertain an insect.
"What' you summon me for?" He demanded, stepping from the pentagram and circling Jake, calmly. His voice had a slight southern drawl to it that Jake might have found attractive in any other situation, but now only added to his intimidation.
"I..." Jake could feel his stomach clench, fear boiling just below the surface, but he refused to let it show. He could feel Dirk's eyes burning into his back as he stood perfectly still, trying to form a coherent sentence, "I was looking to make a pact."
"I assumed as much," the demon answered, smoothly, "What were you looking for?"
"I lead a bit of an entourage," Jake explained, "My friends are wounded. I want you to heal them... And protect them from future attacks."
"Hmm," he considered, stopping in front of Jake, invading his personal bubble a little too much for Jake's comfort, "And what about payment?"
Jake laughed, nervously, "I suppose you won't accept canned goods and wads of soggy money."
"You're funny," the demon stated, unmoved.
"Not much of a laugher, then," Jake looked down at his hands, picking his nails. It was an old nervous habit that he generally tried to stuff down, but the idea to do so didn't even cross his mind at the moment, "I don't suppose there is anything material I can offer you before the obvious exchange?"
"Probably not."
Jake bit his lip, looking back up into the demon's eyes. They were a tangerine colour, serious and annoyed and Jake found himself staring at them a little too long, "There's usually a ten year deal on these soul exchanges, yes? I'd like to make sure my efforts aren't for not."
"You don't only have to give your soul," the demon informed, looking Jake over, "Although that would be ideal."
"What else do you want?" Jake raised an eyebrow.
"Memories or dreams of my choosing," he suggested, "Whatever is particularly important to humans."
"Oh, that sounds much more appealing," Jake's lip quirked up, slightly, "Do I get to know which one you take?"
"If I'm feeling generous."
"Are you... Feeling particularly so?" Jake inquired.
"If you do a favour for me, I could even let you put one or two off limits," Dirk smirked, standing close enough for Jake to feel the warmth radiating off him.
"What kind of favour are we talking about, here?" Jake wondered.
The demon leaned in, brushing his lips past Jake's ear, "Ever fucked a demon?"
"W-what!" Jake demanded. He could feel his ears heat up and presumably turn red, "I'm sorry, mate. I don't think I heard you correctly. Did you just ask if I'd experienced intercourse with a demon?"
"Did the do with a hellion, yes." He placed a hand on Jake's hip. Jake shifted, staring wide-eyed back up at the demon.
"I... Can't say I have," Jake answered. The hands on him were warm and he was repulsed by how much he liked the way the demon's fingers seemed to fit perfectly with his hips, "I... Uh... Assume this isn't just just casual conversation between two newly acquainted chums, then. Is that the favour you are after?"
"Yes," the demon confirmed.
"If I do this, I get to pick which memories are off limits?" Jake confirmed.
"Two memories," the demon corrected.
"And then once you take said memories, you'll help my friends?" Jake continued.
"Yes."
"Well, for the sake of my friends and my sanity..." Jake looked down, "I... Suppose I will agree."
"I'm particularly found of the reactions of humans when they get worked by a demon," the demon smirked, pushing him backwards towards the wall and pinning him there.
"That's, ah..."Jake cringed away from the cold stone wall, pressing against his much warmer body, "Quite concerning, however we have something much more important to focus on that I have completely forgotten. Do you have a name, by any chance?"
"You can call me Dirk."
Jake opened his mouth to comment, but Dirk never gave him the chance, instantly latching onto his lips and forcing his way inside. Jake squeaked, taken by surprise, but he quickly melted into, letting his eyes flutter closed and his hands rest on Dirk's shoulders. He started feeling dizzy and his breathing became erratic and he pulled away, choking out a quick word between breath, "Jake."
Dirk hummed quietly, acknowledging him, and placing kisses down his jawline to his neck. Jake's chin tilted up on its own accord, allowing Dirk better access.
"Quite... Talented m-mouth you've got there," Jake mumbled. Dirk ignored his comment, searching along for Jake's sweet spot and drawing a soft mew out of him upon arrival, "Ah... That's the one you're after, mate." Dirk began sucking and biting the spot, leaving it red. The actions sent blood straight south, and Jake simply curled his fingers into Dirk's shoulder.
"Look at you... All hot, already." Dirk slid a hand under Jake's shirt and brushing against one of the nipples, "Perhaps we can make this a bit better for you, huh? Any kinks or fetishes you'd like me to indulge in?"
"Uh..." Jake had his head thrown back, mouth gaping in a slightly elliptical 'o' shape, "N-none that I'm both aware of and willing to entrust with you. How about you, then? T-this is your... Ah... favour, after all."
"Long as I'm not being subjected to submission, we'll get along just fine," Dirk promised, placing his leg between Jake's, resting his knee just barely against Jake's crotch.
"Oh gosh." Jake rutted his hips into Dirk's leg, searching for much needed contact. Dirk smirked, brushing his lips against Jake's neck, again.
"Enjoying ourselves, are we?"
"Yes, because nothing screams enjoyment like a slowly building erection and a flipping tease," Jake mumbled, sarcastically, burying his face into Dirk's shoulder. The demon chuckled, rubbing his knee against Jake's crotch, which Jake met with equal fever, groaning.
"Find us a bed and I'll fuck you into the mattress." Dirk's voice was barely audible, but Jake responded passionately to it, anyways, nodding his head several times in succession.
"Yes. Yes. Yes. Uh, bedroom... Third door... To the right."
"Show me," Dirk commanded, releasing him and stepping back. Jake whined a bit at the loss of contact, but peeled himself from the wall, striding towards the hallway. In the back of his mind, Jake knew letting the demon out of this room could be terribly detrimental to his friends' safety, but as he fumbled with the lock, Dirk pressed against his back, fingers splayed across his hips and all those thoughts left him. He glanced around quickly, making sure the coast was clear and was thrilled to find neither Jane nor Roxy were anywhere to be found, specifically Jane.
Jake pushed open the door to the bedroom down the hallway, walking the distance to the bed and sitting in the centre of it. The room was a relatively plain one, containing nothing but the bed, an empty dresser and a clear desk.
"It's an spare guest room," Jake explained, quietly, "I hope it'll do."
Dirk nodded, crossing the room to climb on the bed as well, pushing Jake down on the mattress and hovering just inches above him. Jake gave him an impatient look, wrapping his arms around the demon's neck.
"Hmm?" He smirked, his voice laced in a teasing tone.
"Is that some indication you want me to beg for it?" Jake demanded, planting little kisses along his jawline.
"Perhaps," Dirk purred.
"Oh, Dirk," Jake dragged out his vowels, dramatically. His eyes rolled in compliment to the sarcasm, "I cannot bear all this incessant teasing. Take me, now."
"Convincing," Dirk frowned, unamused.
"I am excellent at this, I know," Jake snipped. He may have agreed to sex, but he certainly wasn't desperate enough to make this easy for him, "Did I forget the please? My bad."
"You should get serious," Dirk brushed a few fingertips against Jake's crotch.
"Ah," Jake lifted his hips slightly, but Dirk simply pushed them back down, "Dirk..."
"Beg."
"Please..." Jake mumbled, still trying to hold onto his slipping pride.
"Come now. You can do better than that," Dirk palmed him roughly, once, keeping his hips secure against the mattress.
Jake moaned, loudly, "Please! Dirk..."
"Better, but not quite," he chuckled, lightly rubbing his thigh, but purposefully ignoring his member.
"Oh gosh," Jake whined, squeezing his eyes shut, "What do you want? I'll do anything, just... Please."
"Please what? Be specific."
"I'm not going to say it," Jake refused.
"I'll leave," Dirk warned, removing his hands from Jake's body, altogether.
"Nonono," Jake's eyes shot open in panic and he grabbed Dirk's wrist, "Don't flipping go... Bloody heck."
"Then say it," Dirk instructed.
Jake huffed and turned his head to the side, "Dirk... I need you to... Copulate with me."
"Too much of a gentleman," Dirk turned him back to face him, orange eyes burning into Jake's emerald ones, "Try it dirtier."
Jake furrowed his brow, biting his lip and muttered, just above a whisper, "Please fuck me."
"Louder," Dirk pulled the buttons to Jake's pants. He licked his lips at the sound of the zipper being undone.
"F-fuck me," Jake stammered, desperation obvious in his eyes.
"Good boy," Dirk slipped his hand into Jake's boxers and taking ahold of his dick, pumping up an already partially hard erection. Jake moaned out some garbled nonsense, digging his fingers into Dirk's back.
"Undress," Dirk commanded, still pumping. Jake tossed aside his glasses, first, and them proceeded to remove his shirt. His pants were kicked away just as Dirk removed his hand from Jake.
"No, wait," Jake mumbled, fumbling for Dirk with his eyes hooded, "Don't stop, I'm-"
"I'm not going anywhere," Dirk chuckled, removing his shirt and pants, leaving them both in nothing but a pair of boxers, "You're a desperate little slut, aren't you? When's the last time you had a proper bang?"
"Months ago," Jake admitted, tugging Dirk's hand down to rub against his crotch.
"Mm. Poor baby," Dirk laughed, pulling his and Jake's boxers off and tossing them to the ever-growing pile on the floor, "You do have lube, I hope." Jake nodded, pointing to the desk across the room.
"Top drawer."
Dirk stood to retrieve the lube, taking his time getting it. Jake snuck his hand to his member, impatiently, trying to coax it over the edge.
"Don't you dare," Dirk slapped his hand away and pulled Jake's legs up over his shoulder. A glob of lube was splashed against Dirk's fingers.
"Ah! Flipping heck!" Jake gasped as a finger was pressed into him. Dirk hummed, calmly, pressing in a second before Jake was really a costumed to the first, "Ah... H-hurts..."
"Shhh," Dirk pressed a few kisses to Jake's thigh, scissoring his fingers. He brushed lightly against Jake's prostate, pulling a moan out of him. The third finger was added and Jake shifted.
"That spot," he breathed, "Hit it again."
"Is that a command?" Dirk asked, pulling his fingers out.
"Nonono shit!" Jake whined, feeling suddenly empty, "Please... I need it... Dirk..." Dirk watched him as he pleaded, spreading lubricant on his dick and giving it a few strokes to get it up a bit more. It didn't take long, as it was already well past half erect - he simply just had much more practice hiding them, after all.
Dirk pressed the head to Jake entrance, to which he cringed, his nails digging into the mattress so much his knuckles had turned white. Once he was far enough in, Dirk thrust his hip forward, sending electricity across Jake's body. He screamed out Dirk's name.
The demon set up a nice rhythm fairly quickly, leaving Jake's throbbing cock between them and smacking his hand away the few times he tried to be inconspicuous and failed.
"Touch me," Jake begged, leaking precum. Dirk's fingers ghosted over him, and he hissed, trying to move his hips up to them.
"You like me balls deep in your ass, don't you," he grinned, moving his fingers away until Jake settled back down.
"Y-yes," he managed.
"Tell me."
"I like..." Jake trailed off, breathing heavily.
"Don't stop now, babe," Dirk cooed.
Jake moaned loudly, "I... Ah... Like... You... Inside of me."
"Thatta boy," Dirk approved, pumping Jake's erection. Both of them were so close, but he'd be damned if he came first, "We'll have to do this again sometime. I rather find that British..." He paused momentarily, Jake's ass tightening around him, "...Accent incredibly hot."
"Y-yes," Jake couldn't form many coherent words at the moment, but he still tried, "Dirk... Gonna..."
"Do it."
Jake gave one last throaty moan and then came, spreading the white across Dirk and his bear chests. The demon was more than ready to follow suit, filling Jake up with his cum. They road out their orgasms, silently, breathing heavily.
"Mm... Ready for round two?" Dirk pulled out of him, whipping his hands on his legs.
"I don't think so," Jake turned to bury his face in the mattress, muffling his already exhausted words. Dirk chuckled, patting Jake's ass and standing.
"You go get cleaned up," Dirk suggested, "We'll discuss business next time."
"Wait, but I-" Jake turned to face him, but stopped abruptly. He found himself alone, the slight burning in his legs the only evidence anyone had been there at all.