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Chapter 10: Reactions

Grunting in pain, Alfred did his very best not to make much noise as he clambered in through his window, the tree branches leaving scratches along his arms. The heat had gotten to him after he ran home, trembling and flustered and feeling so… Thank God for screened windows that could be opened from the outside!

He tumbled through the frame and bounced for a moment on his old spring mattress, wincing at how much his bed squeaked. Seconds ticked on for what felt like minutes as he listened in for any sign of either of his parents being home… and thank goodness they weren't! Cranking the windows shut again, he wriggled on his sheets for a moment to get comfortable, so glad to be somewhere safe…

He felt like he was burning.

Everywhere Ivan's hands had brushed even for the slightest fraction of a second ached with an insatiable desire for touch, all of the hair on Alfred's body standing on end as if he had been jolted with a shock of electricity. He groaned pitifully as he turned his face into his pillow and arched off of the sheets, hands gripping the blankets to relieve the building tension. He was so hot, so very, very hot…

"F-fuck," he breathed, and whether he was cursing or begging he couldn't really tell, and truthfully he didn't really care. The heat made his head throb and ache, senses on overload as his body writhed in an attempt to seduce his empty bedroom. Tingles shuddered up his spine in waves, making him twitch and spasm every few seconds as his cock demanded attention. How had he even let himself get to this point? Yeah, hanging around Ivan never not made him horny, but normally he was much better at controlling himself… Or so he liked to believe, anyway.

Cursing his biology for the billionth time that week, Alfred feverishly attempted to get undressed, the scratchy material of his clothing only irritating his sensitive skin. With a sickened shudder he mentally pushed aside the visions flooding his head, refusing to let his mind wonder how nice it'd feel to have Ivan's hands be the one undressing him. To have his hands roaming up and down the length of his body, to have Ivan stop his squirming long enough to trail kisses along the curves of his chest and down to-

Groaning at the imagined sensations, Alfred hurriedly jerked his hands away from where they had started pinching and teasing his nipples, rolling himself over onto his belly. He grabbed his pillow and hugged it hard, curling up around the soft and squishy sack as heat melted away his inhibitions… It wouldn't be too bad, right? Just enough to get off… The shower was so far away, and he knew that even a blast of cold water would do nothing for him at this point. Resigning himself to his fate, Alfred curled up a little bit more before rolling his hips against his pillow, eventually fitting it between his trembling and clenched legs.

Oooooh, that feels nice, his delirious mind told him as he continued to rock his hips against the soft fabric, creating wonderful friction for his heated flesh. But it wasn't enough. Trembling with a desire for more, he gripped his pillow and pulled it taut, thrusting shallow little ruts into it as he built up a rhythm. Eventually he couldn't take it anymore, rolling on top of the cushioned sack for a better angle as he humped it repeatedly, anything to relieve the unbearable pressure.

"Not enough," he growled after a moment, flattening himself to the mattress as best he could, hips angled up with the help of his pillow. He could smell himself now, but not even his own disgust could stem his arousal. He wiggled and hurriedly undid his pants, dragging them down along with his boxers until his cock sprang free. The gust of cool air made him tremble and mewl, but still he was left unsatisfied. He continued to rut his now bare cock against his pillow, resting the majority of his weight on his forearms for balance as he moved. The heat flushed through his whole body, heightening every sensation and making every part of him feel warm…

Still not enough! He took a hold of himself and arched his spine as much as he could, pumping himself as he pretended someone was at his slickened backside. The idea honestly made him cringe with disgust, but even then the disgust only aroused him more. He hated how much he loved the thought of getting fucked by someone, letting someone dominate him and use his body for their own pleasure… All of the guilty emotions he had long ago tried to suffocate and forget consumed his mind in a foggy wave of bliss, and he trembled at the pleasure the fantasies gave him.

"F-fuck me," he moaned weakly into his sheets, rocking his hips back against his imaginary lover, picturing himself stretched wide for them. He could almost hear the slap of their skin against his, could almost feel the weight of someone bent over him, could almost shiver when they breathed into his ear… "Ivan!"

The name tasted so sinfully delicious in his mouth, so naughty and yet so perfect, that he found himself chanting it over and over again, thrusting his hips into his hand and then back onto Ivan's dick. He could hardly breathe and he could hardly control himself as he spasmed, spilling himself into his hand.

His body clenched with the pleasure his orgasm brought him, trembling with so much ecstasy he even felt a little bit of his natural lubricant dribble free from his tight ass… With a gleeful, almost drugged smile, he wondered how much Ivan would mind him getting the sheets so dirty every time they fucked.

He smeared the evidence of his first orgasm into his sheets, the black cum sticky and hot in his hand. He usually needed at least three or more rounds to purge himself of his Pitch, the sterile cum demons were trademarked for. It wouldn't do to have swarms of hellspawn after all, and with how much sex demons were expected to have, they were lucky their biology let them get a few rounds in before having to worry about reproductive issues.

Not that Alfred cared about that, really. He was hard as a rock and as empty as a bag of air, and no matter how much he touched and played with himself, nothing was terribly satisfying for him. Orgasm after orgasm gushed through his body, but it just wasn't...

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"Father?" Ivan's voice echoed through the empty halls, his mansion estate as deserted as he had hoped it would be. The walk home had been even more of a struggle than he could ever want, the sunlight and the heat within him cooking him through to his core. But once he hit the cool interior of his home, new energy coursed within his veins, spurring him to hurry up to his room for guaranteed privacy.

Shedding his backpack and clothing at the door the moment he entered his room, Ivan made a beeline for his coffin, nude except for his socks and underwear which he figured he'd take off in a minute anyway. Lowering himself into his coffin, Ivan carefully slipped a hand down the front of his boxers and groaned, pretending it was Alfred's awkward yet confident hand. With a shudder, he carefully gripped his hardening shaft, gnawing on his lower lip with a weak little noise.

He had promised himself he wouldn't do this anymore… He and Alfred were friends, best friends at that, and Alfred trusted him and Ivan truly didn't want to be friends with benefits with Alfred, but…

They had kissed. That had to mean something, right? Shivering slightly, Ivan leaned back and looked at his free hand before carefully pressing his pointer and middle finger together. He brought his hand to his lips and pressed his fingers against his waiting mouth, letting his eyes slip shut as he pretended Alfred was truly there, kissing him again and again until his lips were swollen and Alfred's were swollen and-

"Nn-gh," he groaned pitifully, even being bold enough to push his tongue between his fingers, fantasizing that behind the skin was Alfred's hot mouth working against his own, that they were together in Ivan's coffin and… And it didn't matter if the kisses meant anything, because they felt good. Wonderful, even.

Hand dragging up and down himself, he eventually had to take a small break, feeling dizzy and faint from the heat. Lust boiled through him and made his blood pool in his groin, leaving him woozy and aroused and…

Thirsty. Ivan rolled his head back as he lay down, neck elongated and exposed to the chilly air in his room. He forced himself to pull his hands away from his cock, draping them over the lip of his coffin while he reclaimed his breath. Carefully pulling himself upright into a sitting position again, he waited for the nauseating dizziness to pass before getting up to get his last emergency blood packet, knowing he'd need it in just a minute or two.

Retreating from his backpack, he lowered himself into his coffin and pulled his blanket into his arms, hugging it close before breathing through the comforting cloth. He had had his blanket for years and years, as long as he could remember, even back before… It soothed him, but the memory that Alfred had sat with him on that blanket made it so much more…

"Alfred," he moaned into it, trembling and hard and… desperate. Fingers stroked up and down his length, and he couldn't stop himself from shivering at the ticklish pleasure and pulsing heat. Tingles trembled up the back of his neck, and he could feel the muscles responsible for sheathing his fangs push until they pricked through their slits, sharp and ready to bite. With a soft sigh he curled his fingers around himself, dizzy and weakened from the arousal.

As one hand pumped, he used the other to stroke over the surface of his fangs, feeling the uneven gashes left in his virginal coating, as if even the enamel on his fangs had been etched into. He felt terrible, remembering the degrading and traumatizing nights in the wolves' basement, remembering his father's wrath, remembering Alfred's fear…

His fangs ached, his heart ached, and his cock pulsed for the attention of another. Groaning with the pleasure, Ivan pumped and worked himself, watching his foreskin drag up and down lewdly with his hand. He felt so... so dirty. For picturing his friend, his only friend, doing such a thing to him like that, it was just so horrible of him to want Alfred and yet he just couldn't stop himself. He yearned for him. Ached for him. Lost himself in his desires for Alfred, Alfred, Alfred

He was close, so close… Trembles wracked up and down his spine as he shook, jaw opening as he prepared himself for release. One hand fumbled off the drinking nozzle on his blood bag, pushing it into his mouth before focusing on his leaking cock, shutting his eyes tightly. He bucked his hips every so often, lying flat on his bed and arching, panting from the exertion of working himself to the brink.

With a guttural noise he finally threw himself off the edge and into the waves of pleasure coursing through him, his fangs biting down hard as he curled up, spilling himself into his hand. He shuddered and groaned lewdly at himself, cheeks hot and flushed slightly as he finally was able to relax. Taking his time uncurling and sagging onto his cushioned bedding, he suckled his pack hungrily, drinking down mouthful after mouthful of the preserved blood. The ecstasy definitely outweighed the foul taste of the lower grade blood, and he could finally relax now that his carnal desires had be sated.

Satisfied and sleepy, he couldn't help himself from holding his hand over his face, blushing at the milky cream between his fingers. He should be ashamed… But it wasn't that bad, right…? He had kissed Alfred. That had to mean something… So maybe, just maybe it wouldn't be too much of a big deal…

He lay still for a few minutes and let his body completely adjust before he managed to get himself to his feet, feeling weird and almost bloated in a way from having consumed so much blood in barely an hour after not having any for a while. He stumbled over to his desk and cleaned himself up with a few tissues… every so often glancing towards the backpack pocket he kept his phone in.

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"Fuuuuck," Alfred mewled deliriously, eyes rolled back and body twitching from overstimulation. He was so fucking horny he couldn't even think straight, laying face-down in a puddle of his own cum on his bed. Everything felt so nice and warm and mmm, maybe one more round…

He crammed two fingers back into his ass and moaned at how wonderful it felt to satisfy himself, his hand already covered in the slick he'd been producing at an almost alarming rate for the past hour. If it was his own fingers, it didn't really count as losing his virginity, right? Fuck, he was just too horny to care at the moment anyway, his other hand aching from pumping himself for so long. He had given up on any modesty or shame long ago, too consumed with pleasure to bother with such petty emotions.

He curled his fingers and mewled into his pillow as he abused his sensitive inner walls, spasming out another climax when he brushed against his prostate. "Ivaaaaaahhn!" he cried out in ecstasy, muscles twitching as he struggled to lift his ass even higher. He clenched down around his fingers and rode them wildly, even letting his tongue loll out of his mouth from the overwhelming sensations.

Wasn't he finished yet? His mind wandered senselessly as he sagged into the sheets again, drool leaking from the edge of his mouth as he gently touched himself, wiping his cum up into his hand. Mmmm, I bet Ivan's cum would be sooo yummyyy! His pleasure-high mind wistfully prayed for the opportunity to try it, to get drugged on it, to let Ivan cum all over him and in him and satisfy him thoroughly…!

He gladly licked his hand clean, moaning around the digits as he sucked them dry, giggling at the thought of blowing Ivan's fingers until Ivan couldn't take it anymore and just had to give Alfred his cock again! I'm such a slut, he thought with a happy noise, flustered and loving the perverted thoughts, feeling himself want to get aroused just from his own mental dirty talk.

"F-fuck," he gasped suddenly, reality crashing in on him as he recoiled from himself, scrambling until his back hit the wall. He curled up, twitching and splattered all over with his own cum and Pitch, his hole leaking slick and his eyes leaking tears. What the hell had come over him just now? He'd never felt so- so-

Disgusting. Filthy. Satisfied…

He sniffled, wiping his hand clean on his soiled sheets before scrubbing at his eyes, ashamed of himself for acting in such a way. To think, he had gotten off a record of seven times, to the thought of his friend! Sure, he knew Ivan wanted him but… but… That didn't make it okay! He had made it so far! He hadn't given in! He refused to give in! Life had more for him than just sex and a handsome vampire boyfriend that read him books about the stars and sat with him during lunch and cut class just to spend a few more minutes with him… kissed him…

"I'm so fucked," Alfred cursed weakly, having to scoff inwardly at the irony of the comment as he ran his fingers through his hair, feeling the patches of skin where his horns should have been. He wondered briefly if Ivan would still even be his friend if he had been an incubus instead. If they would have kissed if he was an incubus.

Wallowing in his sudden depression and shame, Alfred glanced nervously towards his phone, and then slowly crawled across his bed to it. He picked it up from the table and settled down under his sheets, holding the speed dial button down before pressing the phone to his ear.

"Ivan? Hey, it's me. So, about the costumes…"


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