Greetings all! This chapter contains naughty naughty! Be warned! I hope you enjoy though! I'm sorry for not posting often. I'm dealing with a lot of personal stuff right now. I am not giving up on any of my stories though! Thank you for reading!

-Wolf

Chapter 3

The hunt went... not as well as they could have hoped. The moment the gnomes decided they wanted to have 'the pretty girl' as their queen they were all over Damien. It ended up with a lot of kicking, and punching, and a gnome in Stan's backpack as they ran all the way back to the cabin, Damien over Stan's shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

They were all panting as they watched the gnome clawing at the tank they put him in, hissing like a wild animal. Damien groaned, sitting on the floor. "You guys owe me BIG!" Stanford already had his notebook out, and was writing in it, but nodded, beaming like a child.

Damien groaned, rubbing at a set of claw marks on his calf. Stan sighed, and moved over, laying his hand over the other's hand, and smiling gently. "Are you alright? You didn't get too clawed up did you?" Damien just shook his head, and looked down.

Stan nodded, and stood. "Would you like to start collecting your payment?" He bowed, and blushed, not believing he was offering himself up like this. "I am at your command"

Damien just stared at him for a moment, then he broke into a fit of laughter, falling back. "Stanny! You crack me up!" He slowly sat up, tears streaming down his face from laughing so hard. He put his hand out, allowing Stan to help him up. "I'm not particularly hungry at the moment, but I guess we can start now."

Stan blinked, trying to pull his hand back, but Damien gripped it, leading him out of the lab. "You two have fun with your gnome. We'll be back later." Fiddleford seemed a bit concerned... though it was hard to tell if it was from the pair of them going off alone, or being left by himself with Ford, and a gnome.

Damien hummed as he leaned against the wall of the elevator from the lab. He just watched Stan, then smirked a bit. "So. Do you think I'm pretty Stan?" He wiggled a bit, making the skirt of the slightly torn dress sway.

Stan blinked, and raised an eyebrow. "Yes. I still say the dress suits you... I have the feeling you're cooking up a plan... Ford gets that same look on his face when he's got an idea for an experiment..." Damien just giggled, silently confirming Stan's suspicions.

As soon as the elevator door opened Damien grabbed Stan's hand, and led him along. "Come on then." He hummed, almost tugging Stan's arm out of socket as he hurried up the stairs. Stan almost ran into him when the boy stopped in the doorway to the attic bedroom, and smiled.

Stan wanted to back out at the look of that smile, but knew he had given his word already. "So... what do you want to do?" He blinked as he was pushed in, and towards the bed, the boy clicking his tongue.

Stan didn't have a moment to ask again before Damien slammed the door behind him, locking it. He chuckled, and moved towards the larger male. "Lay on the bed, and put your arms up above your head."

Stan frowned, but obeyed, knowing he had offered this up. He shifted, laying out a bit, and feeling awkward for it. "Like this?" He put his hands up on the pillow just above his head, and Damien nodded, moving closer.

Damien crawled up onto the bed laying his body over Stan's, and smirked. "Now... bring your arms down to lay on my back." He chuckled, just laying his head on Stan's chest, seeming to be listening to his heart beat.

Stan obeyed, and just waited silently. When there was no further instructions he frowned deeply, and looked down. Damien's eyes were closed, and he had his hands just laying against Stan's chest, almost looking to be asleep.

He had just started to relax when Damien spoke. "Is there a question I sense in that look, or are you just staring?" The boy's eyes hadn't opened, but a small smirk played at the corner of his lip. Stan looked to the side, humming.

After a moment Damien lifted his head, looking at Stan silently. After a moment he chuckled. "Sex isn't the only thing my mind focuses on." He stretched slightly. "I know humans have needs too, and sometimes we like to provide those needs. One that most humans like is affection, right?" He smirked a bit, and winked.

Shifting a bit, Stan shrugged, not able to look at the other. "I guess. It's just that I was expecting you to jump on me the moment we laid down." Damien just chuckled, laying his head down again.

Stan looked up to the ceiling, just staring at it as he let Damien lay on him. He glanced down, then back up as his hand started rubbing gentle circles along the boy's back. Some skin showed around the straps, and he moved his fingers over it.

The silence between them was a comfortable one, and Stan was almost dozing when he felt Damien sit up a bit. He didn't even get a chance to speak before the other climbed out of the bed, and peeked out the window. He stayed low as if he was trying not to be seen.

Stan slowly stood, moving over, and looked out the window. Damien looked at him as if he was stupid for just standing in full view, but no matter how hard he looked, Stan couldn't see anything. He frowned deeply, scanning the trees, but there was no movement, or shadows. It just looked like a lovely spring day.

They stood like that for a few minutes before Damien moved to stand, and headed over to the bed. He sat on the end, seeming to be deep in thought, and Stan could swear he saw him shiver. Stan watched him for a moment, then moved closer. "You alright there kid?"

Damien winced, and looked at Stan, then stretched. "Yeah. I'm fine." He looked up, smirking. "Are you worried about me Stanny?" He glanced to the window, then back to Stan, putting his arms out. "Come here."

Stan blinked, then leaned down, looking him in the face. He didn't even have a chance to ask what Damien wanted before the boy grabbed him, and pulled him down on top of himself. He shivered, and moved to try to kiss him, but Damien ducked away and buried his face in Stan's throat.

Stan hummed, and pulled back a bit to look at him, but didn't question it. He wasn't sure what Damien wanted, since the boy wasn't trying to undress him. He let Damien just keep him in that position before leaning back a bit. "Are you still wanting to collect your payment, or did you just want to...uh.. talk?"

Damien didn't speak for a moment, then looked up at him. "Do you think this bed can support both of us? I mean I don't know your style, but you have the build that would be a bit more rough, but your personality is actually very gentle." He smiled at Stan. "But then again you fucked my throat like you were trying to rip it apart."

Stan blushed slightly, staring at the other, then shifted. "I don't think I'm going to break your hands on the headboard, but it all depends on what you want." He shrugged, looking at Damien make a face, then smirk.

Wiggling away, Damien tugged at the dress, and tossed it to the side. "Well then lets have a party!" He sat at the head of the bed, wiggling a bit. "I want you to show me what you enjoy." He put his arms out, and hummed. "So then. Take me Stanny!" He grinned, wiggling a bit.

Stan shifted, and gulped, moving towards the bed. "You just don't play around, do you?" He moved to tug his shirt off, and tossed it to the floor. He blushed, and looked at Damien, who's legs were spread, and he was doing his best to make it obvious he was ready.

Stan rolled his eyes, and crawled over him, , and swatted his hip hard. "Roll onto your stomach, and raise your hips." He smirked, sitting up a bit to watch Damien roll quickly as he lifted his hips high.

Looking over his shoulder, Damien wiggled excitedly before Stan put his hand on his lower back. "Stay still, and just let me work." Damien blinked, looking confused, but did as told, letting Stan take control. Stan moved his hands to slowly wander over Damien's body, feeling a bit nervous. He had no idea how well he would compare to some others he might have had.

As if sensing his nervousness, Damien arched into his touch, humming happily. He looked at Stan, smiling gently. He didn't speak, but something in his face made Stan fear he could hear his every insecurity.

Stan paused for a moment, taking a deep breath, then jumped when Damien spoke. "You know you're the second person in over a century to take your time to explore?" Stan only had a moment to wonder before the boy chuckled. "Fiddleford was the first."

Stan smiled slightly, moving his hands again, and noticing Damien was relaxing under his touch, seeming to enjoy the slow pace. Stan's hands moved down, and Damien moaned. Arching a bit into Stan's touches, Damien looked at him, and a shudder ran down Stan's spine. That look seemed to be begging for something, but Stan couldn't tell if he wanted him to go farther, or keep up what he was doing.

As if sensing his debate, Damien moaned out, pressing back against him. He ground his ass against Stan, whimpering. "Please Stan." He turned his head as much as he could, his whole body seeming to surge back at Stan. There were no other words he could say, and he really didn't have to.

Stan shivered, looking around for some kind of lube. He groaned, moving back a bit. He didn't want to admit how much he was enjoying having Damien under him. Damien leaned away, and Stan was going to ask what he was doing, but blushed as the other fished a tube of lube out of the bedside drawer. He smiled, and held it out to Stan as he got back into position.

Stan took the tube, just staring at it for a moment, then blinked, chuckling. "You were planning this, huh?" He chuckled as he uncapped the tube, and poured a bit onto his hand. Damien just wiggled his hips in response, smirking. Stan rolled his eyes, slicking his fingers up.

Damien shivered as Stan draped his body over him again. He peeked back, but he couldn't see his hand, or what he was doing. He frowned, about to ask what was taking so long when a finger slipped into him. He shivered, groaning as he pressed his back to Stan's chest. He whimpered, and Stan chuckled in his ear. "I honestly wasn't expecting you to be so responsive."

Damien huffed, and pressed back on Stan's finger as he started to thrust it. He groaned as a second finger was added, and Stan was curious as to how much he could take. He was opening up easily, and he wasn't sure if it was from how often he... fed, or if it was just because of what he was.

Damien whimpered again, and it pulled Stan back to reality. He thrust his fingers deeper, and hummed. "I'd say you're ready." Damien nodded eagerly, pushing back on Stan's fingers to push them deeper. He whined as the fingers were pulled back slowly, but Stan put his hand on his lower back. "Just relax. I told you... let me take care of it."

Looking around, Stan soon had the lube in his hand again, and slicked his cock up with a groan. He looked back to Damien, blinking when he noticed the boy watching him with blown pupils. He chuckled. "Like what you see kid?" Damien nodded immediatly, and shifted to lift his hips higher.

Stan moved to hover over him again, slowly positioning himself. He chuckled at the tiny twitches, and impatient whines coming from Damien. "Calm down. And Ford says I'm impatient." He chuckled again at the glare Damien shot him, and moved to press the head to the smaller man's hole. "Ready?"

Damien just whined, and pushed his hips back, causing the head of Stan's dick to slip into him. Stan shivered, taking that as a sign to hurry up, and slowly pushed in. He groaned, soon settling all the way in. He bit his lip, trying to take a moment to calm himself down, but Damien didn't seem interested in letting him.

Stan groaned as Damien moved forward, and back slightly, just hardly fucking himself on Stan. Smirking, Stan moved to grab his hips, and hold him still. "Needy, aren't you?" He blinked at the smirk Damien shot him.

Damien shrugged his shoulders just slightly, a small shiver going down his spine. "Well I was promised a good feeding, and so far you're not even moving." He looked back. "Certainly not what I'm used to." Stan frowned, and Damien could almost feel his confidence faltering. "It's not bad. It's kinda nice to have someone go easy on me. I'm just not used to it."

Damien yelped when Stan pushed in deep, just holding him there for a moment before his hands moved to rub at his side. "Then how about you just relax, and let me work on it then?" Damien could hear the smirk in Stan's voice, and he just chuckled, lowering his chest to the bed, and groaning as Stan started to thrust.

The movements were gentle at first, almost testing. Stan was watching every reaction as he pushed into the other. He was curious as to what the other enjoyed, but just the heat, and tightness were already overwhelming him. He pulled Damien up to his chest, speeding up his thrusts when Damien moaned out.

Stan groaned in Damien's ear, his hand roaming across his chest while the other gripped his hip. He pushed in harder, making Damien moan louder. He was soon slamming all the way with every thrust, and having trouble focusing. His hand moved from Damien's hip to rub his cock.

As soon as Stan's fingers touched Damien's prick he gasped, and Stan was worried he had hurt him. He whimpered, arching a bit, and Stan slowed a bit. He didn't even have a chance to ask if Damien was alright before he spoke. "Please don't stop. K-keep going." He looked back, and Stan felt like he would fall into Damien's eyes. He looked so desperate, and Stan felt he couldn't deny him anything.

Stan groaned as he went back to pounding into Damien, and shivered as the smaller body below him arched hard. He wasn't going to last long, and he moaned out loudly. He opened his mouth to warn Damien, but the other spoke first again. "Inside. Don't pull out." He groaned, gritting his teeth as he pushed in deep, his body seeming to respond to the demand.

Stan thought he was going to black out from his orgasm, and he thought he might have. He opened his eyes, not even remembering closing them as he looked at Damien, who was just grinning. He frowned, realizing he was practically crushing Damien to the mattress, and lifted himself up as he pulled out of him.

Damien peeked his own eye open, looking at Stan with a small smile, shifting to lift up on his elbow. "You did good." He stretched, slowly moving to the edge of the bed, and sighed happily. He looked back at Stan. "You'll need to change the sheets though." He seemed to shift, and almost seemed bashful.

Stan blinked, and raised an eyebrow. He looked down, seeing fluids splattered on the bed. He frowned, then looked at Damien. "I thought you said you absorb that..." He frowned, wondering if something was wrong.

Damien cleared his throat, and shifted. "I did. I absorbed YOURS." He blushed just slightly, and shifted again. "I'll go get you those sheets, and we can get these in the wash. Stains, and all." He stretched, seeming to relax again.

Stan shifted, standing to take the sheets off. "If that's from you, then I actually did do a good job i guess." He looked Damien over. "You alright, hun?" Damien tensed as soon as the pet name left Stan's lips. He just stared at the man before gathering his dress up, and hurryin for the door.

Stan stared after him, blinking slowly, and wondering if he said something that might have upset him. That kid was a weird one, and he wasn't sure what offended an incubus.