That grave Will's dug himself into is getting deeper and deeper by the day. Every day he doesn't try to explain to El why he and her having a sexual relationship is a bad idea, it's another day where he could've solved the problem and chose not to.
In Will's defense… this is the closest he can get to actually being in a relationship with El.
…okay, no matter how he tried to cut that, it sounded bad.
It was selfish, he knew. And cruel in more than a thousand different ways. But he loved being around her, just loved the person she was…
He loved her. He's not so stupid as to think a couple of months being cooped up to the point of boiling sexual tension constitutes love. No, Will felt a different sort of butterflies when she wasn't trying to have her way with him. The sort of butterflies you get when you're always on the exact same page as someone, know them better than you know yourself, and the world just seems to grow brighter in their presence.
And that's why, even though he's told himself time and time again, made promises to himself to stop it in its tracks and explain to her why it's a bad idea, it keeps happening.
Not that excuses it. But Will has to have a reason, otherwise, it's just him being cruel.
That's what Will thinks about when trying to fall asleep, El so far away in the next room, yet still so close.
Which is either a good, or bad, thing when he does finally drift away.
Will's never lucid dreamed. Oh, he's realized he was in a dream before plenty of times, but it usually never lasted beyond that.
Not this time. While he was taking El over the back of the couch in the living room, he suddenly realized that, no, Big Bird was not a member of their household, and even if he was, he was not supposed to be home.
Will suddenly hits the couch cushion, and jumps, El having vanished into nothing along with Big Bird, with Will's clothes making a sudden return.
Will sighed and flopped down on the couch. Wouldn't be long before he woke up now.
"Well, we are in a pickle, aren't we?" A voice, like Will's own and higher pitched, came from his shoulder.
Good thing about dreams, when the angel on his shoulder appeared, it usually wasn't cause to send him to the asylum.
"You've really fucked up now." The tiny reflection of Will, wearing a white suit, berated. "Now you're dreaming about her. You're in deep, kid. You're in deep… which is exactly where you don't wanna be."
"Oh, don't listen to that numpty." The shoulder Devil appeared, looking rather too much like El garbed in those punk clothes she'd shown up wearing around Halloween of '83, 'innocently' kicking her feet. "Of course you wanna be in deep. …DEEP IN THAT PUS-"
"Quiet!" The Angel barked.
"Hm… Make me." The Devil retorted with a salacious grin.
The Angel shook, clenching his fist. "Give me a whip and I will. Oh, wait, you'd be into that, wouldn't you?"
"Oh…" The Devil licked her lips. "That a promise?"
"GUYS, GUYS!" Will shouted, seething angrily. He held up his hands, trying to calm down. "I have problems… and the last thing I want to add to that list is whatever strange flirting-slash-rivalry thing you've got going on here!"
"Oh, right, you do have problems." The Devil rolled onto her back, shaking her head, before standing up. "But don't worry, I have the solution to all your problems."
The Angel snorted. "Don't listen to her. You'll make everything worse, I guarantee it."
"No, do listen to me," The Devil corrected, "In fact, I'll give you a couple of reasons why. One, because shut up. Two, I'm a female, and you're all about those at the moment, aren't you? Alright, listen up, Big Willy." The Devil snapped her fingers, making sure Will's attention was all on her. "Seems to me you don't wanna let a good thing die, and who could blame you? She's pretty, funny once you actually got her to open up, and she knows a lot about sex."
"Yeah," Will hissed in response, "Because of Mike. Her boyfriend. Who she's still in a relationship with!"
"Ah, no, nope!" The Devil laid down the law. "Mike isn't here in this town right now. You are."
Will looked to the Angel. "I don't see what that has to do with-"
"No, no… she's got a point." The tiny reflection of himself pointed at the tiny duplicate of El.
"Boy, you're just full of helpful advice." Will angrily muttered.
"Think about it." The Devil pulled the conversation along. "She's in the same boat you are. Full of all those troublesome urges with no outlet to work them out. Then you came along and all that was solved. If you stop now, where's she gonna go to get her fix? Jonathan? Some rando on the street?"
"It should be Mike." Will insisted. "We could call him out here when-"
"Mike is hours away." The Devil spoke slowly and succinctly, like she was speaking to a toddler. "He's not going to be able to make that trip every time, and even if he could, El wouldn't be able to contain herself long enough for that, and you certainly wouldn't be able to!"
"We could…" Will stammered. "Get her a dildo?"
The Devil rolled her eyes. "Sure. Because any sex shop would allow a sixteen-year old to walk right in and just buy stuff off the shelf. Or, you could get your mom or Jonathan to buy you one, OH WAIT! If you do that, you have to explain why you need a dildo in the first place, and at that point, you might as well just out yourself! Think, what would be the bigger shock for dear mother?" She looked at each hand. "Finding out her son likes shoving things up his ass, or that he's been banging his sort-of-not-but-legally sister?"
Will, at a loss for words, looked to the Angel.
"I…" The Angel resignedly began. "I have no idea where she learned that sort of language."
"I learned it because I'm a part of him," The Devil pointed to Will, "Moron. We both are." She huffed, looking to Will properly. "Look, think about it… You'll be doing Mike a favor by keeping his girlfriend happy while he's away, you'll be doing El a favor by being her boy toy, and you'll be doing yourself a favor by not bottling up your urges until they reach the point of exploding."
Will looked to the Angel for guidance.
The tiny version of Will shrugged, wings flapping as he did so. "All these are very good points."
The Devil placed her head on her hand, looking all innocent like she couldn't do anything wrong. "Come on, Will. You've been so focused on making sure others don't get hurt for so long… isn't it time you did something for yourself for a change?"
Will remained frozen for a moment. "…I mean… It has been a long time since anything just went my way." He admitted.
The Devil smiled. "Exactly." She vanished in a puff of smoke, before a set of hands wrapped around Will's torso, and a set of lips approached his ear. "Besides…" She continued, hot breath tickling Will's neck. "You can't hide anything from me. I know exactly what you really want… subconscious, remember?"
"…yeah." Will forced out.
"And think of it this way." The Devil gently brushed the Angel away altogether, leaving just her and Will. "It's the ultimate payback."
"P-Payback?" Will repeated.
"You remember…" The Devil teasingly replied. "Mike threw your oldest and deepest insecurity back in your face, just when you were starting to get over it." She rubbed a finger up and down Will's chest. "Fucking his girlfriend behind his back really outta show him, won't it?"
"…I forgave him." Will hoarsely replied.
"Did you, Will?" The Devil asked, her fingers slinking down to his pants. "Did you really?"
Will gulped, as the odd amalgam of the darker sides of his subconscious spun him around, pressing her lips to his, before pushing him onto the couch.
His pants and underwear were gone. No clue how that had happened.
The Devil slinked over to Will like a cat, her own pants having suddenly vanished, as she climbed onto Will.
"Now…" The Devil huskily whispered, lowering herself onto Will's stiff rod.
Will shook and spasmed, grabbing onto her to try to keep himself steady, as her hips began to rock back and forth.
"Mmm…" The Devil licked her lips, before slowly licking the corner of Will's jaw. "You're a much better lay than that pitiable excuse for an Angel."
Will blinked. Was this what was actually happening?
…No, wait, he was dreaming. That was an excuse, he supposed. Well, if it was a dream, he could throw caution to the wind, he supposed.
His hands flew down to her thighs, and he began to push up, in sync with the movement of her hips.
The Devil panted, grip on Will's shoulders tightening as they both sped up.
"Very good…" The Devil breathlessly complimented, pressing her lips to Will's once she felt herself begin to come.
Will returned it by slipping his tongue past her blood-red lips, as he filled her for all she was worth.
The Devil chuckled, pulling away. "Now… go get her, tiger."