fiddleford pov:
i wake in the hospital. my mind feels numb to emotions i know i should be feeling after bill tried drowning me.
ford isn't here. the doctors tell me i cant leave yet. the ask if ford is hurting me. they tell me im lucky to be alive, a minute longer and i would have died. they tell me how ford had pulled me from the bath, unconscious and started cpr before calling an ambulance.
due to the marks on his arms and the bruising on my throat, they didn't let him see me. they ask if I'm afraid of ford, if he has hurt me in the past.
they wouldn't understand that the demon wears his flesh, makes his body do these things. i stay quiet. they make sure I'm not in the danger zone from my near drowning, before discharging me.
i call ford, he doesn't answer the phone and my hands start shaking.
ford pov:
fiddleford walks through the front door and i look up from writing. "you didnt pick up the phone, i called." he says and rushes over to me. throwing his arms around my neck after checking that my eyes are normal.
"the phone lines were cut, bill did it the first night you were in the hospital." i say as i wrap my arms around my precious fiddle.
"they wouldn't let me see you, they wouldn't tell me anything. i- i didn't even know if you were going to live.." i mumble, my tears starting to fall.
he slides his fingers under my chin and looks me in the eyes, his eyes not as bright as they were before all of this. "but i did live ford, i could have died. i could have gone, i could see it. i chose not to go, i chose you." he says his voice soft, and his lips meet mine.
my tears stop as he deepens the kiss. pulling back i see he's on the verge of breaking down himself.
"please..." tears streaming down his face suddenly he cries. "please i need to feel something, anything." his voice shaking as he kisses me again.
"is this what you want?" i ask after a minute, and fidd nods.
standing up from the couch i pull fiddleford to the bedroom.
he pulls off his shirt before he kisses me again, his hands moving to unbutton my pants. i unbutton my shirt and pull it off as my pants drop to the floor.
images of fidd underwater flash in my mind. my hands shaking i pull him closer kissing him desperately.
his cold hands on my chest, my left hand making quick work of his pants. his tears falling from his chin and hitting my chest. i break the kiss and hold him close for a moment.
"are you sure?" i ask quietly and i feel him nod.
i kiss his neck, images of my teeth sunk into his flesh burn behind my eyes. i trail kisses down his chest, the taste of blood fills my mouth. taking a deep breath, i open my eyes and the taste fades, its not my reality.
i pull his boxers down and kiss the tip of his cock before taking it into my mouth.
images of my cock being forced down the back of his throat, tears streaming down his face.
i move my head back and fourth gently and the image fades from my mind. sucking on his hard length, his hands ball up in my hair. i push him gently so he is against the bed. he moans out softly. i reach down and stroke myself as i listen to his moaning.
moving my mouth from around his cock i stand up to give him a kiss. i feel a slap on my cheek as his arms are pulling me closer.
i guide fidd onto the bed, kissing him the whole time.
"please ford, i need you." he moans out, tears still streaming down his cheeks. he flinches as i slip a finger into his ass. "d-dont stop.." he whispers, his voice shaky.
"please stop!" i hear him yell in the back of my mind as i see him bent over his bed.
gently i add a second finger, carefully spreading him open. i bite my lip as my hands shake violently.
fiddleford moans, his face flushed with a beautiful pink. i kiss his chest as i add a third finger. blood dripping down his chest as i carve into it.
his cold hand on my shoulders, the image gone. "more" he begs as i add a fourth finger, his breath hitches for a moment.
"you are stunning." i say softly looking into his eyes. his face under water, as his eyes are fluttering shut. i feel something drip from my chin as i remove my fingers.
when had i started crying again?
i kiss his lips and he pulls me closer, deeper into his embrace as he deepens the kiss. i press my cock slowly into him as his shaky hands hold the side of my face. his tongue slips into my mouth as i thrust cautiously.
fiddleford pinned to the front door looking at me from the corner of his eye, my cock buried in him.
"mm faster." he cries out as the image fades, bringing me back to reality.
i kiss his neck and begin to thrust into him faster. "such a beautiful voice." i say, my lips still on his neck as he moans again. his legs wrapping around me as i fuck him.
his hand slips in between our bodies, grabbing his cock he strokes it twice as fast as my hips. his breath short and fast, silent tears still occasionally falling from his eyes. thrusting into him faster i feel him tighten, me moans out my name, his cum covering his hand and stomach.
the sight makes me thrust harder cumming inside him as i kiss him, our tongues desperate for the others.