A/N:
DISCLAIMER: Sexual situations/themes.
If you aren't looking for smut you can read up until they start mining for a conclusion of the last chapter...that is safe. But otherwise, it's the smut chapter. There is biting and scratching involved. Idk what else to tell ya. If you want something tagged that I didn't tag please let me know.
(To any of my IRL friends who may accidentally stumble upon this chapter, please don't read it without my permission)
Guys, please be gentle. It's my first time writing smut. Fun fact, this chapter was finished all the way back in September (I'm releasing it in December, Happy Holidays everyone this is my gift to you lol). Lol I just hope yall don't hate it. It's a very sudden confession but these boys are very much an all or nothing pair I feel. I still have some chapters planned going forward where there is still pining (A Forest part 2, a chapter where I go back and explore their very early days since I didn't cover that, and who knows what else...so don't worry if you like the pining. Because I also like pining and I want more of it) But thankfully, even without pining, there will be fluff. And there will ALWAYS be stupidity.
Okay I've talked long enough. Enjoy 3
See you next year!
The silence was killing them both.
Neither of them really wanted to talk about what had just happened. Both shutting down as soon as they made it back home.
After Steve and him had broken apart from their hug on the summoning totem, they had dramatically been interrupted by the cultists finally breaking down the door.
Herobrine connected the dots immediately as to what Steve and Alex had done to get him back.
The demon was, unsurprisingly, not happy to see cultists. And summoned up his most terrifying voice. Cursing at them to leave and that he was going to destroy the temple in the next five minutes. And how dare they try to rebuild. And etc. Etc.
He had also made the lava behind them flare up with so much smoke and fire that even Steve was intimidated.
These cultists were not as brave as others Herobrine and him had fought in the past. And all of them ran out of the room, screaming.
They gave the cultists time to run while the trio sat in near silence. Steve extinguished one of the redstone torches with his boot and Herobrine was released. Alex walked up and punched Herobrine in the arm. Glad at his return. Herobrine thanked them for helping him escape. And that he couldn't without their help. So he was very grateful. And left it at that. Alex and Steve didn't pressure him further. They all knew that Steve and Herobrine needed to talk about this later. But said miner and demon were already emotionally exhausted enough for one day. There was an unspoken agreement between the trio that this was not the time nor the place for such discussions.
After that, their adventure was very similar to the last time they had been here. Herobrine destroyed the structure. They teleported outside. The temple collapsed. The cultists had booked it out of there. Grabbing whatever supplies they deemed essential before disappearing off to wherever they came from.
Steve and Alex rode Phantom back to Alex's house. Herobrine teleported along slowly. They offered him a spot on the horse but he assured them this was easier. Teleporting wasn't difficult for him. And it would be easier to hide if they ran into anyone on the road.
They dropped her off. Steve gave her a warm hug. She looked ready for bed as much as they were. Steve promised her they would still meet up soon to explore that cave. Alex gave him a look that said 'take your time'
The miner then turned to Brine, explaining that he needed to drop off Phantom on his way home. The sun was rising steadily in the sky at that point. The Spelts would be out farming.
The demon looked hesitant to leave Steve but knew he couldn't be seen around people. The two made a quick decision to meet back up at home.
Steve felt a physical ache when the demon left him again. But he carried on.
He rode to the Spelts'. Dropped off Phantom. Thanking them again and explaining that everything had worked out well. And then trudged back home to find Brine sitting quietly at the table. He had changed into his normal outfit, a green cloak, his shoes and socks, his jeans, and a black shirt he didn't wear very often. Steve would still need to repair his shirt that sat, burnt, in his bag.
The miner didn't know what to say right now. Mind both a buzz and completely silent at the same time. So he removed his armor at the door, walked over to the couch, and flopped down in it, facing away from Herobrine. He was planning on eventually saying something. But dozed off quickly. Comforted by the close proximity of the one he saved. He was barely conscious when the demon silently draped a blanket over him, said an equally silent 'thank you' and went back to sit at the table. But it was okay, he thought as he was drifting into sleep, they could talk later.
And well...it was later. But they still weren't talking.
Steve had tried to discuss what had happened once they abruptly parted ways. Mostly curious about how Herobrine had ended up in the nether in the first place. But he didn't get much further than a couple of one word responses. Not the conversation he was hoping for.
It seemed Herobrine didn't want to think of being locked in the nether again and very much didn't want to discuss it. Steve knew that they would have to talk it through eventually. It wasn't healthy for the demon to hold up his emotions like that.
But he also knew he was being very hypocritical. He was holding up emotions and refusing to release them as well. So he didn't have much energy to scorn Brine for the deed.
This had happened before between the pair. The inability to talk to each other. It only happened after a fight. Usually a fight brought upon by each other's stubbornness. They were both headstrong and hated to admit when they were wrong. Eventually it would pass and they'd get over it and talk it out and usually (Herobrine) would apologize (because it was usually Herobrine doing something stupid.)
But this time was different. They hadn't been in a fight. And they weren't avoiding one another. Yet they still walked on eggshells around each other.
It was that damned night. Steve had wrapped his arms around the demon and pressed their bodies together. And, more importantly, tried to kiss him.
Herobrine had immediately left. Steve could pretend to believe the made up stories of nightmares but he didn't have the energy to do that either. He was disheartened.
He had made things awkward. Very awkward.
It stung. The whole thing he was trying to avoid was happening.
Herobrine was clearly not doing very well. He refused to eat or sleep over the next few days. Which he didn't need to anyways, but it was a good indicator of his mood. He slunk around the house like he had in the beginning. A shadow. He didn't stay in one spot very long. And paged through different books, not reading the words.
Steve just didn't have any energy to help this time. He was feeling just as down.
Typically the way that they got over this silence was through work. But it had been raining since they made it home. An undaunting drizzle through thin clouds. The sun just peeking out but never truly lighting the world below. Meaning anything they did outside was usually grueling and made them cranky. The cold, wet rain did not let up.
Mining was the only sensible thing to do. Since they wouldn't immediately get drenched and it would get them out of the house. Steve would never go mining in this weather. The rain could lead to mudslides and cave-ins. There could be extra mobs down below sheltering from the weather. It was not safe.
But he had Herobrine. So it was...relatively safe.
And they were both going to explode if they had to sit at home another day and shoot glances at each other behind books or side projects. Steve had been sewing some more clothes in preparation for colder weather (fixing the demon's shirt in the process). As well as doing general upkeep on the house.
He could have suggested they go out on a trip; maybe in a desert where it wasn't raining. But Steve very much wanted to stay by his base right now. The thought of a far off adventure exhausted him. It was probably the rain.
Nor did he think was an appropriate time to ask Herobrine to go to the nether right now. And the concept of the end scared him too much for now. Him and bottomless pits didn't mix.
Herobrine had immediately accepted a mining trip. Seeming to perk up at the idea. The ever moving entity was getting stir crazy staying inside. Herobrine had the freedom to leave at any time. Yet the demon didn't seem to want to leave Steve's vicinity...or eyesight even. Just always staying near him. But never getting too close. Steve figured he was just lost on where else to go.
Steve let Herobrine choose the mine that they explored. He went with one that led up into the mountains. Ignoring the abandoned mineshafts that sat lower in the biome.
The demon teleported them up to a cave entrance so they didn't get too soaked by the rain. It was a larger hole in the wall of the mountain that seemed to feed down deep into the cave system. It would easily take all day to explore, if not longer.
Herobrine shook like a wolf when they entered, getting all the rain off. Steve laughed, for the first time in seemingly forever, pushing him away as he shook water onto him. He pulled out a torch which Herobrine instantly lit for him. Still nagging him about not using night vision potions.
There was a lot of rain water rushing through the mines. Dripping from stalactites. Rushing on the side of the caverns. It sounded wonderful. Like they were surrounded by the ocean. But it made Steve a little nervous. He chose his steps very carefully as they walked on the slippery terrain.
They began to unwind. Falling into their natural instincts. Mines were where they felt most comfortable. For Brine it brought a sense of safety without having to be trapped in the nether. For Steve it brought a sense of adventure and freedom that always called to him.
Everything was beginning to feel normal again.
Though Herobrine shot him more glances than usual. It was hard to hide with those bright eyes.
There was still this...tension between the two. Despite the high spirits. It had blossomed the second they had made it home from the incident. And only grew stronger the longer they were in each other's company.
Steve didn't try to analyze it too much. He was afraid that the tension was negative. How long could they avoid conversation? They couldn't mine forever. Something had to give. Steve dreaded coming home to a silent house.
They came to a split in the path. Unsure of which way to go. Steve suggested they split up for a little. Cover more ground. It's what Alex and him would do. Neither seemed happy with the plan. But neither disputed it either.
Steve took the one on the right, leading upwards slightly. He made sure that Herobrine saw he had his sword ready just in case.
And soon enough he was alone with his thoughts. And a roaring torch.
Steve sighed and made his way up the cavern. The terrain was difficult to navigate but he found his feet naturally finding the best holds as he focused.
The cave led into an underground ravine. His footsteps echoed familiarly through the system, mixing wonderfully with the cave water.
He held his torch high, scanning the top level for any mobs first. And any ores second.
"Bingo." Steve saw a good sized pocket of coal close to him. He would just have to walk the small ledge for a few footsteps. They were running out of coal heating the house on these cold days.
His brain thought about how much coal he would save if he just sat closer to Herobrine, basically a furnace himself, but he shook his head and tried to focus more on the task at hand.
Steve shifted, placing his body against the stone wall. He shimmied over to the coal pocket and took out his pickaxe. Balancing his torch in the other hand.
He struck at the stone and a good sized ore came free, he stashed it away in his bag.
This went on for some time. It was repetitive and easy work. So his mind drifted easily to Brine.
Steve didn't notice that with each strike his feet shifted a bit more.
The rainwater had made the ground below him muddy. The movement caused the ledge to shift slightly each time.
Which Steve found out the hard way. As he dug the iron deep into the wall, the pickaxe stuck but he began to move. The ledge he had been standing on collapsed suddenly and he slid, yelling into the ravine below. Thankfully it was a sloped drop and not a straight one.
At the bottom of the ravine was a small hole. Just three or four feet wide. The hole was filled on all sides with mud. Probably created from some unseen water dripping into the cave from the rain. All the mud on the bottom cushioned Steve's landing as he just slipped down into it. His shoes were completely engulfed in a gross squishing sound.
He had lost his torch somewhere in the fall. He sucked in a deep breath, calming down once he realized he was out of danger. No mud was falling on him. So not a true mudslide or a fall, just him slipping down. He immediately moved his feet to test the terrain. Making sure he was on a sturdy platform. He didn't want to sink further. While his feet struggled to get out of the sticky mud, it seemed sturdy enough. He was decently safe.
Ugh. He clawed at his arms, flicking up globs of mud. He was completely covered in it. The cold substance soaked his pants and back.
"Steve!?" A panicked voice called above. Herobrine hadn't seen him fall into the hole. But he had heard the yell and put the rest together.
"It's okay. I'm just down here." Steve struggled a bit. The mud was slippery.
"Where?" The voice called louder.
"Wait, the floor might-" Steve warned, realizing that the demon must be standing where he had been. But it was too late. The sounds of a slip followed by a body falling on top of him "-fall more"
Herobrine was much more graceful. He had ridden down the mudslide with his feet and one hand behind him on the wall to make sure he didn't fall down.
However, he did fall directly onto Steve's chest when he finally got to the hole, not being able to stop his momentum. Steve's back slammed back into the mud.
"Ow." Steve said.
"Woops." Herobrine chuckled. Getting off of Steve but also slipping on the mud. He was a lot cleaner, having not slid down the slope and landing neatly on Steve. Their bodies were pushed into each other, not having a ton of space in the hole.
"You okay?" Herobrine checked. His eyes were the only source of light now. And they weren't enough to light up the entire hole.
"Yeah...you're not very heavy." Steve pushed himself up against the muddy wall, trying to give Herobrine some room to work with. Herobrine did the same. Their legs touched as both struggled to keep their footing. But soon enough they got the hang of it and stood solid. Their knees were touching. "How far down are we?" Steve asked, looking up and seeing only darkness.
"Just a few feet." Herobrine looked up. "Doesn't look like much of a risk of cave in either. Just a mudslide. I'll make sure no mobs come around and fall in."
"A creeper down here would not be fun." Steve agreed. "So...how do we get out? You got any blocks?"
"I could try to teleport us...but I can only see the ceiling from this perspective. And that would only make me fall right back into the hole again if I don't time the teleport right." Herobrine paused. Thinking it through. "We're not that far down. Here. Let me see if I can climb out and then pull you up. Stand still."
Steve felt his face go red as Herobrine placed a hand on both of his shoulders.
"Squat." Herobrine instructed.
Steve did so, putting his hands out and interlocking his fingers so that Herobrine could use it as a foothold. Herobrine plopped his right foot right on top of his hand. Steve giggled a bit. "Gross. You're all muddy."
"You should see yourself." Herobrine chuckled back, pushing himself up. "Your back is totally encased in it."
As Herobrine pushed himself up with his right foot, the left leg dragged a bit, pushing somewhat against the side of Steve's inner thigh. Steve felt the blush instantly darken on his cheeks.
The mud was incredibly slippery. Herobrine leaned heavily against Steve to keep straight up. Steve slowly turned his head to the side to give them some more room.
Herobrine went to push up to see if he could get onto Steve's shoulders but slipped and fell forward onto Steve. "Damnit." Herobrine hissed, his face in Steve's hair. "Sorry. You good?"
"Yep." Steve bit his lip and closed his eyes. Trying to keep his mind from wandering.
"I was really close." The demon insisted in a hurried almost whisper. Right in his ear. "Let me try again."
Steve could only nod as the strong, basically god, climbed up his form once again. Slipping slightly. Herobrine made noises of struggle as he fought with the mud to get a hold. Steve turned his head further, trying not to think about the fact that Herobrine's crotch was basically next to his face.
Herobrine slipped, causing the friction all over again. Steve grit his teeth. Holding back an embarrassing groan.
Herobrine went up to move again, but then held back. "Do you want to try to climb up? I can probably lift you up out of the hole easier."
He realized that may be sort of an issue. Instead, his crotch would be next to Herobrine's face. The thought of that was beginning to make it more of an issue.
"Uh...give me a second." He panted. That's it Steve. Just breathe. Nothing weird going on. Just two dudes in a hole. Oh gods. "Aaaactually. That's okay. Go ahead and give it another go."
Herobrine looked down at him, the beams of light settling on his face. Steve felt a single drop of sweat fall off of his brow. Okay Steve was making it weird. But he wasn't exactly thinking straight right now. But he shook himself mentally and put out his hand again to give him a boost. The sooner they were out, the better.
Herobrine wasted no time. This attempt, going even faster and launching himself up Steve's body. The demon almost grabbed the top of the ledge. He missed it just slightly, sliding down again. His warm breath on the top of Steve's head. He was going to go for a fourth attempt but halted when Steve protested.
"Wait- Brine stop!" Steve cried out. Nope it was too much. He had flown too close to the sun. He dropped his hands, but Herobrine didn't budge. He had found a good position with his hands against Steve's shoulders. If anything it brought their bodies closer together. Herobrine's body was warm and he really could feel all of the strong muscles at work to stay on Steve's form. Steve was screwed. "Let's try something else."
"Why, what's wrong?" Steve could barely hear Herobrine with the roar of blood flowing in his system.
He could hide it. Had been hiding it. There had always been an out. When he woke up in the morning, if Herobrine was there and sleeping, or wasn't there, he could sneak out and take a cold shower. When they had woken up at the same time, Steve would roll over on his side or stomach and pretend to be asleep until the demon left. Other times he usually could calm himself down or excuse himself as almost all people with a penis had learned to cope.
But here. Trapped in the darkness. Rubbing up against Brine in the mud. He had nowhere to run. No way to deny what was happening. What was he going to do? Even if they got out of the hole, there was no way to hide it. His jeans gave away too much now. And he couldn't exactly adjust himself without drawing attention to it. What was he supposed to do? Stay in the hole? Tell the demon 'hey can you just walk away for a second, I think I will stay in this hole for a while. No reason. I'll tell you when I finish-I mean when I'm ready to come out- I mean' ugh.
Steve wasn't able to see anything, apart from Herobrine's face and part of his chest from his glowing eyes. And even that was hard to see because of the sharp glow. But Herobrine had night vision. He could see everything. Surely he could see the way Steve was flustered to no end. He could feel the blushing in his own cheeks. The twinges his face made in effort to make sure he kept control and didn't just reach down and get it over with. The way he bit his lip to keep them off of the demon's own.
There was no way to gauge the demon's reaction to all of this. Surely he would understand? It was friction. Two tight bodies jammed together. And Herobrine's body was hot, temperature wise. So it was hot AND slippery. Steve wished so badly to be able to see Herobrine's face right now as he climbed up. The suspense was killing him worse than the aching in his jeans.
Would he be disgusted...or pleased? Alex had told him: pleased. His brain kept insisting: disgusted. Oh no. He was making this so much more awkward. Why was he so awkward?
While all this internal conflict was going on in his mind. Herobrine had frozen in place and looked at him. Steve winced at the blinding eyes. "Are you okay?" Herobrine asked, voice even. "I didn't hurt you did I?"
Steve's brain took a second to catch up to the question. He was still arguing with it to make sure he didn't rub up on the front of Herobrine's thigh. "N-no. You're okay. It's okay. I'm okay. Toooootally okay."
Herobrine crawled down slowly. The thigh left his groin. Much to his groin's disappointment. The demon stood up straight as his feet touched the floor. He was taller than Steve, but only slightly. He looked down at the miner with questioning eyes.
Steve clung to the wall, holding his breath. His heart felt like it wanted to beat right out of his chest. A reaction he had gotten used to when spending time with the demon.
There was a glint in Herobrine's eyes.
Herobrine pressed his body closer to Steve's. Steve's body pressed further into the mud, crying out in protest at moving away. He let out a low breath, unable to hold it back. And he stopped moving. Letting Herobrine come close. As if he had any other choice. There was nowhere to run. And nowhere else he wanted to be even if there was.
Soon their noses were almost touching. Their breath intertwined. The demon's breath smelled nice. Like a bonfire.
Herobrine's face moved an inch back and he whispered. "Tell me. PLEASE. You need to decide this. I can't...I shouldn't...I'm not..."
Steve didn't hear him well enough to answer. All his body could think about was that Herobrine was whispering to him. Here in the dark. With them so tight against each other. He could feel each letter on his lips. But didn't know what it read.
Steve leaned in, ever so slightly.
And Herobrine closed the distance. Their lips touched. The demon's hands went down, pushing against the wall on either side of Steve's hips, but his body went forward. The leg had returned to where it had been stationed. Steve could have screamed. If he wasn't so busy returning the kiss. His whole body felt like it had melted at first contact. And when the leg found its way to his groin, he went from melted to ridged.
To say their kiss was magical would be an understatement for the miner. It was everything he dreamed about and more. He was instantly addicted. To the way Herobrine tasted. To the way their tongues met, tentatively at first and then eagerly as the kiss deepened.
How was this happening? Now, of all times. Just a random moment. He felt intoxicated. The miner had dreamed about this moment for so long. Late at night. When the demon was away. Whispering his name into pillows and strewn about bedsheets. Imagining the demon had stayed.
Steve pressed forward, no longer able to keep his hands to himself. Wrapping his arms around the demon's hot neck. Like he had done all those nights ago.
Herobrine pulled back suddenly, slamming against the other side of the hole. Like he had been burned. Steve forced himself to not rush forward again. His arms were still up, dangling off of Herobrine's shoulders. His lips were tingling. His body was tingling.
"I'm sorry." Herobrine spoke, his mood had changed in an instant. Almost fearful. "I didn't mean-"
Steve felt his stomach begin to drop. Feeling sick. Oh no. This was it. Herobrine was confessing that he got caught up in the moment. And he didn't actually want this. Who could blame him?
But Herobrine continued. "I didn't ask you first. I'm sorry. I just assumed-"
"What?" Steve's head felt light.
"I didn't ask if it was okay to kiss you. Or to...touch you." Herobrine spoke each word pointedly. Slowly. Steve was glad he did. They both needed to hear the sentence slowly. Their brains were not thinking. Their bodies were. "I forgot that...I needed to ask first. We..I...I got lost. In your eyes. I was supposed...to ask."
But Steve didn't let his brain answer first. Slamming their lips together again in a rough kiss. More desperate than before. He craved their contact more than anything in his entire life. Scared that it wouldn't happen again. "Gods yes. It's okay." He breathed out with what little breath he could manage in between.
"...Are you sure?" Herobrine asked with more tact. Steve wanted that leg back. Herobrine had backed completely off. Only allowing their lips to meet. A hand pushed slightly against Steve's chest.
Steve stopped. Looking straight into the eyes of the demon. He didn't care how much it hurt. (Herobrine's eyes were as bright as he'd ever witnessed) "Absolutely."
"And it's not just...situational?" Herobrine looked away. Steve blinked. The outline of his eyes burned into his vision.
"What do you mean?" He frowned. Because they were covered in mud...and so damn close that it made Steve's head spin?
"Well...it's. I don't know. I'm worried I just tried to force you to do something you don't want to do. I wasn't supposed to decide. The monster...I was waiting until you decided for us. To say something. To let us know you were ready. I may have just...made the decision inadvertently because...Ugh I've screwed it all up as fucking usual." Herobrine refused to make eye contact.
"Y-you don't know how long I've wanted this-" Steve started out in a whisper. But doubt inched his way back into his head. Needlessly but it was there regardless. Was Brine giving him an out? "Are you only doing this for me...because of-?" To get rid of the silence? Because of that night? But he didn't want to say that. Didn't want to bring it up. He felt himself back away, body acting on his anxiety. "Do YOU want to do this?"
But Herobrine wouldn't let him move back. Strong arms wrapped around his waist. Keeping him solidly in place. Herobrine's cheeks went completely red then. Steve thought it was a wonderful sight. Having never seen it before. "Yes I want to do this. More than anything." He hissed out. His voice sounded strained. Like he was also trying to keep his composure. The demon swallowed. The muddy hole felt hotter. "I'm ready. I've been ready. I wasn't...in control enough. Before. During that night. But now I am. So I want to."
Steve had basically stopped listening at yes and then said "Are you sure?" with a smile. Now taunting him, somewhat. He had already offered his consent. He wanted to scream his consent. He just needed the demon to believe him. He understood completely. If he was unsure if Herobrine returned the feeling, this foreign feeling that seemed to leave his brain acting like mush...Herobrine must have been thinking the same thing. Frankly, he himself still couldn't believe it. They would have to talk later, sure.
But Steve, for once, didn't want to talk it out.
That was enough for Herobrine to remove the hand and let Steve in closer. And Steve took the inch, wanting the mile. He grabbed at Herobrine's face like he was afraid that Herobrine would disappear. Herobrine's hands fell, hanging uselessly to the side (if Steve would have been paying attention, he would have noticed the way the mud dried as Herobrine pressed his fingers into the walls). But his body pressed forward more.
"So...you really want to do this. Now?" Herobrine asked in total wonder, between breaths. The sentence took a while to get out. As if he still couldn't believe it...and because their kisses were occupying a lot of brain capacity. Steve was just as in awe of it all happening. But didn't want to waste time thinking about it. He just wanted to do. Do so much.
"Yes." He said, practically inside Herobrine's mouth. He wanted to explore it all over. Memorize it like a cave system. "Yes." He breathed out again. "Yes." Believe me. I want this. We want this. Oh gods, we want this.
"Like how much?" The demon stopped again, pulling his head back and breaking the kiss. Steve was about to slap him. Or pounce on him. Maybe both.
How much? Nothing would ever be enough, he thought. Steve had fallen into a metaphorical pit, as well as an actual one. He very much didn't want to stop the momentum, least he hit a painful and jarring rock bottom. He just wanted to keep endlessly falling into this dark abyss. Wanted it more than he wanted his next breath. But Herobrine might not feel the same way. Perhaps they had gone too far already?
"Until you say stop." He decided, trying not to sound too frustrated. "Which you keep doing any-"
Steve's sentence was cut immediately short, dying in his mouth, as the leg moved against his groin. Slowly. A gasp. He sunk into it, convincing himself not to rub against it. He needed to keep some composure and dignity, didn't he?
"...you may regret that last statement." Herobrine's smirk returned, his haunting voice echoed in Steve's ears. "I'm immortal, remember? What if I never stop?"
"Please never stop." Steve growled out, body twitching, grabbing at Herobrine's somewhat muddy hair. "Fuck, never stop."
"My my. Aren't we impatient?" The leg was taken away but a hand rested gently under his chin, forcing it up towards the demon's face. Herobrine gave him a long kiss before pushing back once more. "I presume you have been so patient up to now."
"I swear to your brother if you are just doing this to tease me..." Steve's face fell to the side, resting on Herobrine's chest. He felt Herobrine's heart beating a thousand beats per second it seemed as well under his head. Steve was struggling to keep himself together. It was like waving food in front of a starving animal.
"Sorry." Herobrine cooed. "One more thing."
"Anything." Steve muttered out into his warm shoulder.
Herobrine chuckled sweetly and pushed him back slightly. "If we are doing this...what I think we both want to do...you're going to need to drink this." In Herobrine's hand appeared a bottle filled with orange and yellow swirling liquid. He could just see it glimmer in the faint white light. "Not all of it. Drink half."
Steve would've drank anything Herobrine handed him right then and there, no questions asked, but curiosity got the better of him. And he asked "what's it for" as he opened the bottle and drank it greedily. His mouth had been a bit dry anyways. The liquid was spicy, but didn't taste bad.
"Fire protection." And Herobrine finally took control. Grabbing Steve's hands and shoving them against the end of the other wall. Pinning him up and locking lips in a fierce kiss. He broke the kiss one more time, (this time Steve did not protest...too taken aback at being pinned), and shifted, holding both fists with one hand and with the other, took the bottle and poured it out onto Steve's clothes.
Steve felt the potion take effect immediately. He felt cooler. He hadn't realized how much he had been sweating before. The hole was very warm and had only grown hotter the more they touched each other. The rest of the potion on him absorbed quickly into his shirt and his jeans.
"Sorry about the splash." Herobrine leaned in close to Steve's ear, whispering. He dropped the empty bottle on the ground. "I figured you would be mad if I burned all your clothes off. I'm not sure how much control I have. You make control VERY difficult."
Not right now he wouldn't. He wanted to escape his too tight jeans as fast as possible. But Steve didn't get the chance to say it as Herobrine kissed his neck and ran the hand that he wasn't using to pin him up the base of his shirt. Touching his chest lightly.
"You-you just carry that around with you?" Steve stumbled on his words. A huge smile plastered on his face. Had Herobrine been planning for this to happen eventually? He felt giddy.
Herobrine smirked into a neck kiss, Steve tilted his head to give him better access. "I have other stuff too...if you need it." The demon's voice felt good against his skin.
"Like what?" Steve panted. He wanted to run his hands over the demon. But he still had him pinned. Steve didn't want to admit what being pinned was doing for him. The sheer strength of the demon. The power. Steve wanted it all. He was already imagining all the things that he had dreamed previously about happening. And was excited.
"Like healing potions." Herobrine took the opportunity to bite hard into Steve's neck. The hand found its way up his chest, caressing his too sensitive nipple.
Steve felt a white hot flash of desire settle into his stomach at the action. His back curved forward. The demon continued, sucking at skin. Hand grabbing at his upper chest.
"I-I knew you were undead but I never knew you were a zombie." Steve struggled to say. "Eating my neck like-ah"
"You talk too much." Herobrine hummed against his skin. "I love the way you talk too much." He bit in a different spot. Hard enough to bruise.
Steve writhed, trying to get his body closer to the demon. Herobrine's hand continued to rub at his chest. At his sides. At his waist. The contact sent waves of need all the way down to the tips of his toes.
Finally the tugs of Steve's hands signalled to Herobrine that he wanted to not be pinned anymore. So Herobrine released his grip, instead letting his hands wander along the curves of Steve's back.
Steve grabbed at Herobrine's shirt, bringing them closer. His hands travelled down to the edge of his shirt, starting to pull it off. Herobrine helped him immediately, grabbing the shirt too, rather forcefully, and tearing it off over his head. They had to break apart then to complete the action. He threw the shirt to the ground into the mud. Probably a good thing, it hadn't been fireproofed like Steve's.
Steve took a second to admire Herobrine's bare chest (what he could see at least in the dark). He had seen it a couple of times before, but never up close. Never THIS close. There was a large scar off to the side of his stomach. A scar that would never heal from the past. It just made him look even more stunning. The way it curved with his abs. The chest rose and fell quickly. But strong.
"You're so beautiful." Steve touched his stomach lightly in amazement as the demon watched on. Catching his own breath.
Herobrine smiled, his blush deepened. "No one's ever said that to me."
"Probably not to your face." Steve leaned forward to press kisses on Herobrine's chest. "I can't believe no one has thought about it before though. You really are."
"I want to see you." Herobrine's voice sounded rougher with this statement. A bit more...sinister.
Herobrine didn't go for Steve's shirt though. His hands went straight to his buckle and Steve was so grateful he didn't have to ask. He was practically leaking in preparation. He was sort of afraid he would finish before Herobrine even touched him. The thought of Herobrine's leg rubbing against him was enough. The light pressure and the attention was enough.
"This okay?" Herobrine asked softer in his ear. Still with hesitation.
"More than okay." Get them off he wanted to scream. He could feel a smile form on Herobrine's lips as if understanding the urgency without hearing it.
There should be nervousness. Both of them should be nervous about this. This was new. This was different. But no. The metaphoric butterflies in Steve's stomach weren't from nerves. They were from anticipation. He wanted Herobrine to see him. Wanted to see Herobrine as well. Wanted everything. Wanted him.
"Good. I don't know what I was going to do if you said no." The roughness was back in Herobrine's voice. "I would've had to teleport myself away to calm down. You're so tempting."
Steve had to giggle as Herobrine unbuckled his belt, undid his buttons, and unzipped his zipper. "Hey...now might be a good time to tell you that I have a crush on you." He had finally said it. It hardly mattered now. "For a while now actually."
"M-me as well." Herobrine now peppered kisses under his neck. It felt good after being already so brutalized.
"Alex tried to make me tell you but I was worried-" Steve was cut off by a harsh kiss on his lips that had him melting once again. He found himself moaning out softly. Whimpering. It was just...so...amazing.
"I get it." Herobrine said back once they broke. His eyes were practically lighting up the room now and Steve had to close his eyes to make sure he wasn't blinded. The demon turned his attention down to removing Steve's clothes once again, letting Steve look at his cute face. Herobrine had a knowing smile and the blush had only grown larger. "Don't worry, I didn't listen to Alex either."
"Let's listen to her from now on."
"Agreed."
He had undid the pants and folded open the fabric. Steve's hands went down to help Brine get his clothes off.
But Brine held onto the fabric. His head rested on the top of Steve's chest. Looking down and savoring every second.
"Hero come on." Steve fought, pushing their hands down so the fabric moved just slightly against him. He moved his waist up to get more momentum. Wanting. Needing friction.
"Patience my dear." The dark voice sweetly sounded. "I need to remain in control."
Pants were pulled down to Steve's ankles in a swift movement.
Herobrine took his full hand and cupped it against Steve. While at the same time moving his head to kiss sweetly at his lips.
"Oh." Steve whispered as Herobrine began to move his hands. Touching him all over.
Herobrine did a wonderful job of multitasking. Kissing at his lips. Letting his tongue run all over Steve's mouth. Swallowing the moans from the miner's throat. One hand going from softly caressing his chest, flicking sensitive nipples, to playing with his hair and ear. To running up and down his sides. The other hand searched for a good rhythm as he jerked. Steve was in bliss. Everything just felt right. And so so good.
It almost became too much, too fast. He was already groaning and twitching and gasping. Moving his body to Herobrine's own movements. Loving every second.
Steve wanted to touch Herobrine too. Desire clawing at him and making him move his hands all over the demon's body. Boldly, in as fluid of a motion as the clumsy miner could muster, he jammed his hand down Herobrine's looser fitting jeans. He didn't manage to get under his undergarments so instead he squeezed against the bulge that had formed underneath it.
Fire absolutely erupted from Herobrine's hands. Steve faltered, forgetting he had fire resistance. He jolted, hand ripping back. They blinked at each other for a second. He let out a laugh, falling into Herobrine's chest. His heart was beating even faster. He peaked at Brine who had gone bright red and had let go. Hands instead going onto Steve's shoulder as if trying to get a grip.
"Sh-hut up." Herobrine looked down with a smile, clearly embarrassed.
"I guess you liked that?" Steve choked a bit on his laughter.
"Yes. Y-you should continue that." A dark, echoing voice. Herobrine was shaking. His nails were beginning to dig into Steve's skin. Even though Steve still had his shirt on. The cloth did not provide enough of a buffer from the sharp pain.
"What's the magic word?" He teased playfully. Adding the banter back.
Herobrine's eyes narrowed.
Steve was slammed into the mud wall faster than he could even think. He sunk in quite a bit. He let out a shocked gasp but didn't get the chance to suck in much air as the demon covered his lips with his own.
Herobrine had him pinned up against the wall. His elbow was at his chest, knees at his knees. Steve wasn't touching the ground anymore. But it didn't even feel like Herobrine was using any effort. As if Steve was as light as a feather.
There was a warm hand wrapped carefully around his length.
It wasn't supposed to be warm. The fire protection should be preventing that. Mud sizzled around them. It applied no pressure. Just simply held it. Steve ached.
"It's adorable you think you are the one in control here." The dark voice echoed deep into his core. Sending shivers all up and down his spine.
Steve had never felt this way before. Desire so hard that it pained him.
"Need I remind you of who exactly you're dealing with?"
"Brine please" he whispered out, begging at this point. He tried to move his hips. His fingers. Anything. How was he even doing this?
Herobrine laughed low in his chest. A shake of his head. "Don't worry. I would never keep you waiting long my dear."
It felt like the very atmosphere had shifted. From exploration and experimentation to serious desire from the both of them. Want. Need. Hunger.
Herobrine dropped his elbow and their foreheads touched perfectly. Like they were made for each other. They were both breathing too heavy to kiss.
Steve was able to move his hands once again and they worked their way onto Herobrine's shoulders. Just uselessly draped around his neck. Completely submitting.
His back was still pressed against the wall and their knees were locked against each other. So Steve stayed up in the air.
Herobrine's extra hand made its way around to Steve's back, slipping through the mud, and travelled down its crease.
A finger wandered around his backside, pressing softly but not enough to go in, as the hand in front started a deep rolling motion.
The only thing Steve could feel in his entire body was pleasure then. Muddied hands made sloshing sounds as Herobrine pumped Steve. Hard and quickly. It should have hurt. But it just hurt in a different way.
An itch was forming inside of him. And it was like Herobrine knew exactly what to do to scratch it. Exactly what stroke to do. Exactly what angle to do it in and the speed.
"More." Steve found himself saying. And the demon shifted. To press against his skin. To go harder and faster.
Before had felt so good. Now he felt overwhelmed with the feeling. He let it overwhelm him. He couldn't talk or think. He just moved his body with the demon. Trying to get as much friction as possible.
Herobrine hit a certain spot and Steve jerked his whole body forward with a loud "AH~" The demon replicated the motion perfectly, immediately. Steve's legs twitched, mouth hung open wide. He stopped breathing. All of him focused on the feeling. He couldn't hear the harsh pumps or his own breathing. He only felt. "FUCK" His head fell back. "Yess."
His body shuddered. The itch faded slowly turning into something else. A feeling that started low and came up. He moved his hips eagerly. Feeling it all well up within him.
"Steve my dear." Herobrine could sense it too. He whispered the sentence softly. But Steve could still hear it. It was the only thing he could hear. And he loved it.
Herobrine increased the speed, just hitting the same spot each time, and that was all it took. The feeling spilling over as he climaxed.
"Ah!" He grunted out as he came, spilling onto the demon's hot arm. The clear substance smoked, caking on instantly. Herobrine slowed now, gently holding him as he rode out the remainder of his orgasm.
He gasped, finally sucking in warm air. Herobrine held him close, kissing softly at his sweaty neck. His hearing had returned. He was relaxed. A big smile found its way onto his face. He could have squealed if that wouldn't immediately ruin the mood.
He pushed off of Herobrine's knees and used the wall to support himself. He was a bit shaky but he could stand up easy enough. He held onto Herobrine still to not slip and fall into the mud.
"Wow." Steve blinked up at Herobrine, who had moved back to give him some room. Well, what little could be given in the restrictive space.
"Yeah." Herobrine smirked back, he caressed Steve's cheek with his clean...or relatively clean...it was still muddy...hand, eyes sparkling. "Wow."
Steve now wanted to go take a warm shower...preferably with the demon, and then cuddle in bed until the rain stopped.
But every other part of him. Was ready to repay the demon.
He was very much confused when Herobrine started to pull back, going to pick up his shirt.
"Uh. We are NOT done." Steve insisted, going to grab for Herobrine's belt.
Herobrine jerked back slightly. Steve instantly stopped. Confused even more so.
The demon's eyes were still bright but looked troubled.
"I don't think we should push it." Herobrine put a hand to Steve's back. It stung. He was pretty scratched up. Even with the cloth buffer. "I already got carried away."
Steve looked over his shoulder, pulling down his collar. He had cuts, bruises, and burns on his skin. He didn't care.
"Hero, I have to take care of you too." He wanted to. Needed to. There were no more boundaries for him. No more excuses. They were committing.
"I just don't want to hurt you." His voice was soft. In control now. "More." He added angrily. "It's hard to fight back the monster and you're giving it exactly what it wants."
"You wanted me to make the decisions, remember?" He grabbed Herobrine, stopping him from moving away further. "I'm choosing this. And I will always choose this." He felt a bit silly considering he was giving a heartfelt speech with his pants down and his dick out but what in his life was normal anymore.
"You're playing with litteral fire Steve. I don't want you to get burned."
Steve didn't respond. He didn't have to in his mind. He would show Brine that this would be okay. That it was okay. He wasn't the monster he kept telling himself he was.
He brought Herobrine closer. So that the demon was above him. And kissed him slow. Herobrine relaxed into the kiss. The demon held his face softly.
They stood there together for some time. Just pressing their lips together. Steve nipped softly at the demon's lips every once in a while. Then he pressed his tongue back into Herobrine's mouth. The demon opened it, allowing the miner immediate access. He explored it more thoroughly. Less desperately. And more lovingly. Finding those sharp teeth that were usually just out of sight until the demon smiled or smirked. A trait that fascinated the miner. Something so almost human and yet held an air of uniqueness. He ran his tongue over them: slowly as not to cut himself. Feeling the demon shudder at the contact. And Steve shuddered right back when the demon's tongue wrapped softly around his own.
Steve played with Herobrine's hair, bunching it in his hands and rubbing fingers through it. He was just so glad he could touch the demon. He had waited so long to touch him.
Herobrine kept his hands on Steve's waist, gripping him tightly but not hard. As if using it as a grounding force.
Eventually Steve's hands travelled downwards. Slowly. He rubbed at strong shoulders, and a defined chest. He spent a little more time on the abs, enjoying himself probably more than Herobrine. Damn this demon was shredded. He would try to get Herobrine to wear shirts less. He knew the scar made Herobrine uncomfortable but come ON.
He then went down to the pants line. And Herobrine reacted immediately. Deepening the kiss. Grabbing Steve's hips tighter and drawing them closer. Steve couldn't see anything as the demon had shut his eyes tight. Not allowing any light to escape. But he could feel the way he moved. His chest movements from breathing heavily rocked both of them. Though Steve didn't hear his breathing increase. Herobrine was good at hiding it.
He didn't immediately go to remove the pants. Wanting to move slowly up to it. It seemed like Herobrine needed it to be slow. All at once and he might lash out. Steve knew if he had the strength to, he would have done the same thing. They both wanted each other so badly it was hard to stop. Steve had to keep himself in check. And he was doing pretty well mentally. So he couldn't imagine just how much control the demon was displaying. Though Steve knew it would be alright. He trusted Brine.
Instead he played with the bulge his hand found in the dark that was clearly there hidden in jeans. He rubbed slowly. Pressing hard. Met with small grunts and bucks of hips. The hands tightened on his waist. Rocking Steve forward slowly with him.
Though there was no pain. No heat. Just slight breath hitching against his lips as they struggled to keep kissing. Both focusing on the friction instead.
When Steve felt comfortable enough, his hands went to Herobrine's belt. He undid them quickly.
Steve only removed the pants and underwear so that the demon was exposed. He didn't pull them all the way down. He figured it would provide some comfort. He couldn't see down there but if the jeans had any indication, Herobrine was a lot bigger than he had dreamed. Which only added to the difficulty of control for himself.
Steve broke the kiss. He stared into those blinking bright eyes. "May I?" He asked.
Herobrine took a deep breath and nodded.
"Yes?" Steve confirmed.
"Yes."
"I want this to be your decision." He insisted. Not moving. "Not mine."
Despite what he said earlier about making the decisions, he actually wanted to discourage that behavior. He wanted Herobrine to have free will. To make his own decisions. He didn't want to rule over the demon's life like his past family had. He added that to the list of topics for discussion when they talked all of this out afterwards. Not knowing the demon relied on his input to that extent. To this extent.
"I trust your judgement." Herobrine moved his body closer. "And TRUST me, I want this." He breathed out. "I want you to do this." Almost as if moaning. "But if I start hurting you, stop. And I'll stop me."
Before Herobrine could close his eyes again, Steve snuck a peak. Blushing.
Herobrine snickered at that but brought them close again together. He moved his hands up to Steve's shoulders.
Steve grabbed Herobrine's bare skin. And the two gasped at the electricity between them.
He started off slow as before. Herobrine made soft noises. Steve instantly fell in love with them. And worked harder to find the best spots to hear them. It was hard to restrain himself to go slow once he heard what he was doing to the demon.
A grab at his shoulder. Hand instantly moved over to the wall as fire sparked. It dug into the mud instead. Trying not to further injure Steve. A growl. His hips jerking forward to meet Steve's motions every once in a while. The other hand held Steve's hair lightly.
A certain jerk had Herobrine's lips crashing into Steve's forcefully. With a groan. There was enough force that Steve's lip split open immediately on the demon's sharper teeth. A tongue swiped at the blood. But the kissing didn't last long as Steve increased his pace. Feeling the rhythm. Feeling the veins move. The heat. The delicious heat.
The demon's head fell, sweaty hair on his chest. Herobrine began to pump his hips forward into Steve. The hand on his hair tightened. Refusing to let the two separate. He wondered just how much the monster was in control right now. And how much it wanted to do to Steve. Gods Steve was hot all over again. In a good way.
Steve seemed to hit a good spot as a moan escaped the demon. Followed by a growl of desire for it to happen again. Herobrine moved his body, hands grabbing at anything they could get a hold on.
Steve often forgot just how strong the demon was. It hurt as he was slammed against the wall once more. The panting demon on top of him. Pumping his body into his hand. Steve fought to keep pace. He used his other hand to keep his arm steady. Gritting his teeth. Determined.
It was rougher. And yet just as desperate as Steve. In an entirely different way.
More pain followed quickly as the lowered head reached up to bite at the base of Steve's neck, closer to his shoulder blade. But this time it was true biting. He could feel his skin break at the sharper canines and molars. Where the teeth were human (the incisors), the skin did not break but it did sting. And blood and saliva dripped off of him. He grit his own teeth, breathing in through them. But in an odd way it felt good. Like touching a bruise. And he had plenty of those already.
A hand wandered down to Steve's exposed penis. And started grabbing and beginning to pump back.
"Ah, Brine. Don't." Steve stopped his movements completely. That was too much. He was already sore from the rough treatment. Not that he regretted it. But he would need at least a little break before the pain turned back into pleasure.
And Herobrine obeyed. Also stopping his biting. His head was still hung. Eyes definitely closed as it was still pitch black in the hole. His body continued to twitch forward, almost as if he was imagining Steve was still pumping. But he slowly stopped all movements and removed the hand wrapped around Steve, placing it back on the wall. The mud sizzled. "S-sssorry." He hissed out so quietly. His body was twitching and shuddering.
"You're okay." Steve promised. He was doing fine. They would have to do it together next time. Gods next time. What a wonderful two words. Next time. And the time after that and the time after that. Next time. There would be a next time. Forever. Always. A next time.
"Gah!" Herobrine gasped out.
Steve hadn't noticed he had been thinking aloud, nor had he noticed he absentmindedly had grabbed Herobrine again and began to move his hand naturally. He had been wrapped in his own fantasies. Getting lost in the future.
"You like when I talk, huh?" Steve whispered confidently. The demon almost fell forward into the motion of his hand.
"Steveeeeee." An unfamiliar voice. But not dangerous.
"Was it killing you that we barely talked all week?" The first sentence that entered into his head. He had to keep talking. Had to keep getting the reaction. He felt the demon swell underneath him.
"Yessss." A hiss again. Rough. The demon's head came up, Steve could feel the movement on his chest. "Your voice is like music."
"Music?" He noticed a particular pump that the demon jerked forward to quickly and deeply. He replicated it the best he could. And they fell into an intoxicating rhythm. A music of their own.
"It cuts through all the bad and only-" A shuddering gasp. Eyes fluttering. "Only leaves good."
"You just said I talk too much." Steve joked, just to keep the conversation up. His mind was very distracted. Focused on the task.
"I can't live without your voice." The pumps from Herobrine's hips began to get sloppy as the peak grew. "Too much is not enough." He let Steve pump him more, stopping the jerks of his own. "It could never be enough."
"I'll have to remember that Brine"
"Ahhh fuck." He swore to the sky. "I lose myself in your voice."
"Hero." Steve whined. He couldn't think of anything to say. Anything else he would want to say.
"Ah Steve." Herobrine said strained, head jerking up again. Eyes opening just into slits. "Im so..."
"Herobrine~" he moaned right back.
The demon gasped. A steady grunt with the pumps from Steve. They were deep. Steve squeezed, pushing hard against him.
And with a few breathless pumps more, Herobrine gasped loudly. Spilling all over Steve's chest and stomach and arms. His body glitched slightly in Steve's hands. It lit up the hole. But quickly faded with a sigh from the demon.
They collapsed on each other, both panting. Well Herobrine fell forward. And Steve couldn't support the falling body, very much spent himself. But it was fine. And they smiled at each other. Blushed faces. But finally at peace. The tension had dissolved. Covered in mud. And sweat. And...
They kissed again. And again. Over and over. Letting the last of the adrenaline flood from their bodies.
Finally Steve needed to breathe. His head fell back into the soft mud. He didn't care at this point about being clean.
"Oh man Brine. I don't know how we are ever going to stop doing that." Steve gasped.
"You'll need to sleep and eat at some point." The demon quipped back, still kissing Steve's face. Their individual beards scratching against each other wonderfully.
"Nuh huh I'm done with that. I'm just gonna eat you for breakfast." It was Steve's turn to growl. He nipped playfully at Herobrine's skin.
"I hope that's a promise." A smirk.
"It's a threat." A mimicked smirk. Steve kissed him again. He really wasn't sure how he was going to stop. Now that he was allowed to.
"Mmm." Herobrine hummed pleasantly. But when they broke he licked his lip and realized Steve's was bleeding. His face was pained. A soft hand wiped blood away. "...I am really sorry I got a bit carried away there. Though I'm honestly glad I didn't fry you to a crisp."
"S'all good. Really. Wouldn't be you if you didn't. Just means we have to practice. And I'll need those healing potions if the breakfast offer still stands" He did ache all over. And the cuts were starting to sting. And the bruises. And the burns. It should have been a deterrence. But the small wounds would heal easily. And Steve had a feeling that they would only perfect this dance more. So if this was the worst it could be? Bring it. And...he did...like the bitting...not that he would ever admit it. Maybe just not that much biting. It felt as if Herobrine had tore a few holes into his skin...still worth it.
"I can do that." Herobrine promised. But then he chuckled, holding Steve closer and nuzzling right back. "I don't know if I'll make it to breakfast. That's a long time to wait."
"You'll have to let me grab a nap. That was a bit exhausting." Steve responded truthfully.
"See. Told you you'd need to rest at some point."
"Ah. Woe is me and my mortal body."
"Don't worry. I think I actually need a break too. Fire aspect was being a bitch to control." He paused, thinking. "I was being a bitch to control."
"Yeah you were." Steve teased.
"No not like that." Herobrine countered. But then he chuckled. "Okay maybe a bit."
Steve sighed. It felt like every muscle in his entire body was relaxed. There was no more anxiety or fear. "Why did we wait so long to do that?"
"I don't know. Gods, I'm an idiot. I should've just kissed you days ago. We could have avoided all of that craziness. This went a lot better than I expected." Herobrine chuckled. "I swore I was going to tear you to shreds."
"Please do." Steve suggested playfully and then kissed him long and hard. Before breaking away again to catch his breath. "I hate my lungs." Steve gasped out. It didn't help that Herobrine was crushing him into the mud.
Herobrine chuckled on top of him, his whole body shook Steve's. "All that teleporting with me should build up your endurance, human."
Steve hummed in agreement. He shifted, realizing there was something hard underneath him. He placed his hand into the mud and pulled out the empty bottle that Herobrine had tossed aside. He smirked, wiggling it. "So fire protection potion, eh? How long have you had that on you?"
Steve watched Herobrine's ears go a shade redder. "It...has other uses. Like what if I had to take you into the nether in an emergency or you walk around any lava because you're a disaster or-"
"That?"
"Yeah mostly that." Herobrine admitted. He rubbed his hands over Steve.
"How did you know I would need it?" He added sleepily, head lulling back at the sensation of hands rubbing under his wet shirt. It was a question that should be saved for their talk later but Steve was too curious.
"Well...I didn't know we were going to do all of that." Herobrine admitted. "But honestly...sometimes I almost flare up just looking at you." He said rather sheepishly.
"If I had fire powers, I'd probably be on fire all of the time looking at you." He quipped. It sounded dumb but Herobrine blushed and let out a 'snrk' of laughter.
There were so many questions on his tongue. How long had Herobrine wanted to do that? Because Steve couldn't remember the first time he had personally started dreaming for it. How long had it been since Herobrine had done something like that? Had there been others before him? He hadn't even been certain if the demon could have these desires. Brine had never talked about it. Had never shown any signs of it...Steve had to admit to sneaking a few glances to see when Herobrine left his room in the morning. But he had blamed it on curiosity. For research purposes. Was the demon serious when he said he would never stop? Because Steve was certain he would never get his fill. Were they now...like...official?
But he knew he shouldn't ruin the mood. Herobrine looked so peaceful. It was a rare moment. To see pure happiness on his face. Not the worry lines that always seemed to plague him.
Steve leaned up, taking Herobrine with him. Put a hand under his chin as Herobrine watched in wonder. And kissed him properly. Not desperately. Sweetly. And softly. It was how their first kiss should have been.
Herobrine relaxed even further against him. And Steve could hear the sizzling of mud around them. It seemed like Herobrine was actually literally melting at the kiss.
When Steve broke again, hot, musty air not filling his lungs fast enough, he smiled at Herobrine's half lidded eyes. Sparkling brightly in the dark.
"Wow." Herobrine breathed.
"Yeah." Steve repeated Herobrine's sentiments. "Wow."
They both sat up. Lost in thought. Lips still tingling from the kiss they had just shared. Heads still buzzing from the memory they had just made.
Eventually Herobrine pulled them from the spell. "Why don't we get you home so we can clean those wounds and heal them? I hate seeing your blood."
"Brine." Steve giggled.
"Yes Stevie?"
"We still have to get out of this hole."
"Oh...Right...Fuck."
"Fuck indeed."