Dark brown eyes blinked open, looking around the room in confusion. The man sat up, a soft sigh leaving his mouth as he lifted his arms over his head to stretch. His yellow Bannon shirt rode up, exposing his rose tattoo that was directly beside his belly button. A growl resounded in the dark room, making his body freeze up, arms still in the air as he rapidly looked around the room, trying to find the source of the animalistic noise. His eyes met with a pair of blue eyes, the dark concealing the rest of their features. The room was silent, Darry holding his breath so not even the sound of breathing could be heard. Suddenly, he was pushed back onto the mattress, abruptly brought face-to-face with the thing he wanted to see the least: The Creeper.
The creature seemed to be studying him, gazing into the male's eyes with intrigue and awe as it used a rough green hand to caress the smooth pale skin of Darry's face. Darry shuddered, flinching away from the Creeper's touch. The creature looked up at its mate and saw his eyes squeezed shut, jaw clenched in fear. The Creeper took one last deep breath of its mate's scent and then backed away, crawling off Darry and sitting a safe distance away so it didn't scare the brunette anymore than it already had.
Taking a quick look around himself Darry noticed there was one window, a few sizes too small to fit his shoulders through, that shone moonlight into the space, just enough to see the exit. A singular door that had a large filing cabinet and big pieces of scrap metal in front of it was directly across the room. Just by looking at it he could tell he wouldn't be able to move the pile an inch, but he knew he was going to try anyway.
Brown eyes looked over and made eye contact with dark blue, keeping their gazes locked as he slowly crawled from the dingy mattress. His converse made contact with the concrete flooring, the male slowly easing himself up until he was standing on unsteady legs. They shook under his weight, but he refused to break eye contact, forcing himself to maneuver to the door and trying to lift the metal scraps. When that didn't work he moved further back to the filing cabinet, using all his weight to shove at it, desperately hoping it'd move despite knowing he wasn't strong enough to move them. And he knew the Creeper was stronger than him, he didn't need anymore evidence, the day's events being enough proof.
With a deep sigh of defeat he pushed himself off the metal cabinet and walked back over to gracelessly flop back down on the mattress, a sharp pain blooming in his tailbone where the thin material dented in too far under his body, his butt briefly meeting the cement floor and the shot springs. He gave a quiet grunt, followed by a small noise of frustration as he heard and felt his stomach growl.
The Creeper perked up, being able to hear Darry's stomach gurgling with hunger. It stood swiftly, startling Darry who immediately pulled his knees up to his chest and hid the lower half of his face, the only thing visible being his eyes that were curtained by his soft brown hair. The Creeper made a calming gesture with its hands, marching over to the barricaded door, the sound of its boots loud in the silent room. With a light shove of its arm, it was able to push everything out of the way easily, a horrible screeching noise accompanying the movement. It left quickly, shutting the door behind itself, followed by a scrape and then a thud. Darry hurried over, but the door only opened a crack before it was stopped by whatever the Creeper had slid in front of it. He slammed his body into the door a few times as hard as he could in quick succession and was met with disappointment each time.
"Fuck!" he yelled, his voice giving a slight echo before dying out. With no other way out of the room he decided to just sit back down on the mattress, taking care not to hurt his already throbbing tailbone, and try to figure out where to go from here.
He didn't know how long it'd been, but it felt like hours. Just staring at the walls, the ceiling, pacing the room looking for a way out, though he knew he was stuck here. He didn't even know where 'here' was.
While trying to move the cabinet for the millionth time he heard heavy footfalls, growing louder and louder the closer they got. He moved back when he heard the thing that'd been blocking the entrance being roughly thrown aside, the door flying open with enough force for the knob to crack the cement wall. The Creeper ducked down to keep its head from hitting the frame, carrying a sack in one of its hands. It moved the metal cabinet back in front of the door, not bothering with the metal scraps seeing as Darry couldn't make the cabinet budge earlier. Darry tried to backpedal more, but only managed a few steps before the creature grabbed him around the waist and picked him up, gently placing him down on the stained mattress and setting the burlap bag down beside its human.
When Darry didn't make a move to open the sack, The Creeper huffed, squatting down in front of the male to pick up the offering and open it for Darry to see the contents. There were a few apples, some granola bars, a bag of chips and two bottles of water.
Darry snorted. "Did… Did you ransack someone's house?" He asked, slightly amused at the prospect of The Creeper breaking into someone's house to get him food, but also surprised that it didn't bring back a dead animal or worse -- human parts -- for him to consume. He was thankful that the creature kept in mind that he was human.
A grunt was all he got before The Creeper lifted its large hand to brush it through the soft brunette strands, lightly scraping sharp claws against the other's scalp. Darry would deny letting out a pleased sigh at the pleasant feeling.
The Creeper let its hand slide down to cup its human's chin, tilting his head up so its face could fit in the space and nuzzle the smooth skin of his throat, inhaling the sweet smell. Most of the delectable scent was covered by dirt and sweat, but that didn't stop the creature from licking a strip of flesh, collecting sweat onto its tongue. A low growl emitted from its mouth, Darry's hand coming up to gently push it away at the sound. The Creeper understood, backing up to give Darry his space after one more deep huff of his scent. It retreated back to the spot it'd been sitting when the brunette awoke earlier. Darry watched for a moment more before continuing to rummage around in the sack, eventually settling on an apple and a bottle of water. The two stared at each other, The Creeper admiring everything about its future mate while Darry was contemplating what plan would have the highest rate of success. Should he try to escape when the creature lets its guard down? Should he attempt to kill it?
He nearly choked on the bite of apple he was swallowing when that thought crossed his mind. His sister had continuously backed over this thing with her car and it'd gotten up to hunt for humans to heal itself. Whatever Darry could harm it with in this room sure as hell wouldn't be as effective as a fucking car. If he managed to hurt it it'd just find someone to eat, or possibly eat Darry. He knew what The Creeper had said about loving him, but he couldn't fathom the thought. And he really didn't want to stay and find out if it was telling the truth. At this point, what choice did he really have? Whether he liked it or not he was trapped with this creature, so he might as well try to stay on its good side, lest he become its next meal.
As soon as the apple was finished The Creeper took it, shoving the entire core into his mouth and looking right into Darry's shocked eyes as his pointed teeth crushed the apple, chewing a few times before swallowing it.
The human's mouth opened and closed, trying to find words to accompany the movement, but found none. He kept his eyes on the creature for a second more, then sighed and huffed out a quiet laugh. He glanced away, twisting the cap open and sipping at the water.
The Creeper watched Darry's Adam's apple bob with every drink, feeling its mouth fill with saliva at the surfacing images of biting into that pale flesh, marking the young man as its property. It slowly crept forward, dropping to its knees in front of where the brunette sat on the stained mattress, Darry producing a startled noise from the back of his throat before it seized up, the sound getting caught. He watched with weary eyes, wishing he knew what was going through the monster's head. Instead of words, all he got was a warm, rough hand hesitantly slipping against his own. The Creeper looked into his deep eyes for permission, a nod from its human making its chest give a happy purr as their hands locked together. A callused thumb rubbing soothing circles on the back of a pale hand.
A few moments of the two gazing into each other's eyes and the creature decided it couldn't wait any longer, just needing a small taste of its soon-to-be mates lips. The Creeper wouldn't take it too far, still aware of its human's distrust and fear, not wanting to overstep any boundaries that Darry has set. But just remembering the feel of the others lips the last time the creature stole a kiss makes its body tremble in barely restrained want.
It moves closer, settling back on its haunches between Darry's spread legs. The hand that's unoccupied reaches up, grasping the opened water bottle in its hand and setting it aside before hesitantly dropping down to barely brush a jean-clad thigh. A quiet gasp echoes in the otherwise silent room. The Creeper is still holding eye contact, inching its face closer until the two can feel the others breath against their lips, then stops, asking permission to continue without using words. The pale hand that'd been limp beside them touches the dark green skin of the creature's wrist, cautiously continuing upwards until it reaches the rough skin of the other's face, stroking the flesh with his thumb. Darry tips forward, closing that last inch between them and letting their mouths meet. It's tentative at first, just a caress of lips, The Creeper forcing itself to stay still and take it slow. It lets Darry lead, doesn't want to scare him off when it's finally getting the contact it's been so desperately craving since the college student's smell had invaded its senses.
Its chest gives a happy rumble when Darry shyly parts his full lips, allowing the monstrous being to slip its hot tongue into his awaiting mouth. Darry whimpers, releasing The Creeper's hand and throwing both his arms around its neck to pull him closer until their chests are touching. An aroused growl leaves the creature's mouth, the only sound that can be heard is Darry's restrained moans and whimpers and the wet noises their mouths were making, tongues sliding together. Drool started to drip from the corner of Darry's mouth and down his chin.
The Creeper was in shock and unbelievably turned on, its length beginning to stain its pants with precum. It had expected Darry to possibly give its mouth a small peck, if that, but the immortal being wasn't about to complain, thoroughly enjoying the taste of the moist cavern its long tongue was exploring. Darry wraps his legs around the creature's waist, rutting his hard cock into the solid stomach of his lover, moaning uninhibited into the kiss. The Creeper's patience that'd previously been hanging on by a thread snapped and it shoved Darry down onto the mattress, hungrily ravaging his mouth and reaching both of its hands down to roughly grab at his ass through his threadbare jeans. With a gentle nip to Darry's lower lip, The Creeper pulled away, watching its mate struggle to gather air into his lungs, hair disheveled. Its breath stuttered in its chest when Darry's brown eyes stared into his blue ones while sliding his hand down his body to grind the palm of his hand into the obvious erection tenting his pants, panting and moaning as he started rocking his hips up to try to get more friction. Though, the creature doubted it was all pleasurable friction with how the rough denim was rubbing. But, it seemed his little human was desperate enough to ignore the slightly pained friction in favor of achieving release. Wanting to make its mate feel good, prove it's worthy of having a mate as perfect as Darry, it batted his hand away and tore the jeans open, the button flying somewhere in the dim light. Neither paid it any mind as The Creeper hurriedly pulled the others' pants off and tossed them aside, running his callused hands up the smooth pale thighs until they touched the edge of Darry's briefs, thumbing at the material. Not being able to contain itself, it leaned down and licked up one thigh, groaning at the taste of sweat. Its' human was delicious. Darry grips the lapels of The Creeper's trench coat to pull him up and smash his mouth back to the creature -- man if the large bulge that was rubbing against his own hard cock was anything to go by. The college student felt a hand slide around his back and reach underneath him, easily slipping into his underwear and groping at his ass. He felt wary of the hand exploring him, but let it continue when he found it felt good; he humped up into the other, wrapping his legs around The Creeper's wide torso. The feeling of euphoria dissipated in an instant and was replaced by panic when a finger delved between his cheeks and cautiously swiped against his hole.
"W-Wait! Stop, don't-" Darry gasped out, willing his hips that'd been roughly grinding into the creature's own to stop, though they desperately wanted to keep going until his dick found release. The Creeper immediately stopped its roaming hands and rotating hips, hurriedly removing its hand from the back of Darrys briefs. The creature moved back enough to give its human some breathing room, but not being able to force itself to separate from between Darrys thighs. A shaky sigh escaped full lips and Darry placed a hand on The Creeper's chest, feeling his regrown heart beat a little faster at the action. "I'm not… I'm not ready for… that." His face flushed red as he struggled to make eye contact, fearing what the creature might do to him. Would he kill him? Torture him? Eat him? Rape him?
The Creeper understood, internally screaming at itself for taking things too far without its future mates explicit consent; it answered Darry's worries by wrapping its strong arms around his slighter body, smoothing massive hands down the others back, trying to sooth the college students mind. The creature's chest almost started rumbling in satisfaction when it felt Darry's body sag, relaxing into The Creeper's gentle hold. The Creeper moved its hands down to Darry's thighs, curling its hands around the skin underneath so it could pick him up and place him fully on the mattress. The being hovered above Darry for a moment, just staring at the beautiful man, before giving a small kiss to pink lips. Darry smiled into the small kiss, watching the creature strip off its trench coat and lay it over Darry's half naked form, settling down beside him a second later and pulling Darry's goosebump-covered body into its side. A small sigh of content was heard as Darry was snuggled into the warm body beside him, being surrounded by heat from the firm body and the worn trench coat that covered him fully.
The creature lay there, one arm wrapped around Darry to ensure his warmth while the other played in soft strands of chocolate colored hair. In all its years of life this is the happiest it's been; because The Creeper knows it'll never have to be alone again. It has its funny, gorgeous, caring, perfect mate. Its' Darry.