Fiddleford pov:
"Come on fid, quit treating me like a child. I know what im doing, i think ive worked out how to do it." Ford says pointing at the design of a rug in the mess of papers on the table.
"Im just mot convinced its even possible ford." I mumble and pick up the design.
A drawing of a blue eye catches my eye, peeking out from under the layers of paper. I glance up at ford. "Whats that?" I ask reaching to pick up the drawing.
Ford places his hands on the table and leans in to look at me, his yes flash yellow and blue. "Dont ask questions you can't handle the answer to fiddleford." A voice not quite fords says.
"Ive heard that voice before, your not ford anymore are you?" I ask trying to understand as I recall when i heard it before.
"so smart. Oh give the man an award. Of course im not ford, im everything you will never be to him." He says as he tips fords head forward, looking at me over his glasses.
"Wh-what do you mean by that? What have you done to ford?" I ask as the papers fall from my hands.
"Stanford thinks of you as nothing more than a friend. I can alter that reality for you, but it will cost you dearly. All you have to do is shake my hand, and he will wake up soon enough." He says holding out fords hand.
I shake my head in disbelief, as my hand shakily reaches out. "If it brings ford back." I say and his hand touches mine.
"Thanks glasses, i'll be borrowing your body occasionally. I'll be seeing you later." The voice says before fords body goes slack and falls into the table.
"What have i done?" I whisper as i make sure ford is ok. I lean in close and lift one of his eyelids to see if its normal. Brown. I sigh, relieved.
Ford pov:
i wake in my bed. "so you are awake ford, im glad." i startle.
"shit fidd, dont scare me like that." i say as i look at him sitting on the edge of my bed. he laughs, its slightly unsettling.
" me scare you ford?" he says looking me dead in the eyes his voice getting louder. "we were discussing a new experiment and you weren't you anymore! you became something else, then you passed out." he yells then his voice softens after he pauses. " i saw the drawings ford... all of them. i read the notes. you never spelled out what he is though, he could be dangerous ford. such power." he says looking hurt.
"i can explain, fidd just give me a chance. theres more to it than.." i try to explain.
he gets closer to me, trapping me against the headboard. "the things it said through you, the things you wrote, the way you drew him. did it even cross your mind i want that? that attention you give whatever he is, it has never been mine." he says cupping my chin with his left hand.
"..fidd...im sorry i didn't know..." im cut off. HIs lips against mine. i kiss him back and feel tears on my face.
he gets up and wipes at his eyes. "..sorry" he muters and turns to leave. i reach out and grab his arm, and pull him back.
"let me go ford." he whispers. something stirs in my chest. "no" i say getting up on my knees.
"you cant just kiss me and run away, fidd. what if i felt something for you?" i look at him standing at the edge of the bed.
"no ford, you dont." he says looking away. something about his posture changes and he flexes his fingers.
"..ahh fordsy did you miss me?" bills voice comes from fiddleford, and his hair begins to float slightly.
"bill? what happened to-"
"he made a deal, for you. i get his body and you get me." bill interrupts me his glowing eyes looking me over. he pushes me back into the bed. "for as long as i want i can use his body, for you." he says a low growl in his voice.
:we will now refer to bill in whoever's body as just bill (they just feel the same things and share a body) so as to avoid typing confusion:
Fiddleford pov:
im thrust out of my body as he takes over. above i can see ford being pushed into the bed.
"strip." bill says as he removes his shirt and glasses. ford blushes and slowly begins to unbutton his blue shirt.
bill removes his tie and sets it on the bed and waits for ford to finish removing his shirt.
my heart races in my chest, i shouldnt be watching this.
"hands here now." bill says as soon as fords shirt is removed. his chest has a light covering of hair that flows down as if through a funnel. i lean forward unable to look away as bill grabs the tie and binds fords hands.
"dont even think about untying this or there will be consequences, understood?" bill says and fords face turns so red the color begins to travel down his neck as he nods.
a soft blue forms around bill barely noticeable as he takes hold of ford and kisses him. his hands still holding the tie, a chain forms around the middle of it as he moves fords hands above his head to the shelf above the bed. the chain links to the supporting chain of the shelf and bill runs his hands down fords chest.
"say you want me ford, say you want me to fuck you." bill says his lips inches from fords neck.
"bill.. i-i want you... please" ford breathes out his voice low and husky. "please.. bill ..fuck me" he pleads and bill bites fords neck and he gasps.
bills hands slide down fords chest to the top of his pants and with a quick motion unbuttons them before he slides one hand down further.
ford moans slightly as bill kisses him again, a deep bite mark in the crook of his neck. bill tugs fords pants down as he trails kisses down his chest stopping just above fords boxers.
"tell me what you want sixer." bill says a smirk on his face, ford shifts and turns his head. "come on, be as filthy as you want. be graphic or i wont touch you." bill coos as he watches ford squirm.
ford furrows his brows and looks bill in the eyes and slowly he finds his voice. "I want you to take me... t-touch m my c-cock and suck it. i-i want you to-" ford stumbles over his words as he looks away sheepishly.
with one swift tug bill removes fords boxers. "so hard for me already?" bill says as he gives the tip a kiss.
my eyes widen, it was bigger than i thought. does he even know i am watching?
ford arches his back as bill licks the underside of his dick before taking the whole thing in his mouth. bobbing his head slowly bill reaches up and puts a hand around fords throat. "has anyone ever touched you like this?" bill demands before licking the tip again.
ford shakes his head as bill lets go of his neck. he pulls his shirt over his head and smirks. "good you are mine." he says before bending back down to fords dick. ford moans as bill licks and sucks.
"bill... i need more." ford gasps out as bill flicks his tongue across the tip of his cock. fords eyes half shut, breath heavy. "please" he whispers.
bill smirks and sits up. "good using your words." he growls pulling his own pants down.
he gets in fords lap and kisses him while stoking his cock. ford tugs at his arms trying to grab bill. "i saw that." bill says letting ford go. "i told you not to try to get out, now get on your knees and turn around. now." he demands as fords eyes widen. he does as hes told, bill glances at fords lower back.
"what the fuck fordsy, since when do you have a tattoo?" bill laughs admiring it.
i laugh, i nearly forgot the night we got drunk to celebrate our discovery of the ufo. ford had said he was tempted to get ink done but he didnt know what he wanted so he said i could pick something funny.
bill grabs ford by the hips and leans down. ford gasps as bill pulls him back roughly. "tell me you want this cock in your ass, beg for it." bill growls grinding against ford. he slides a hand up fords back and grabs a handful of hair and pulls his head back. "look me in the eyes when you tell me." he demands as his other hand strokes fords cock.
"Please bill... put ur cock in my ass... fuck me please...i need you" ford says pleading.
Bill lets his hair go and grabs fords ass.
Ford pov:
My forearms pressed to the wall, hands tied above my head. Bill biting my neck as he slides his cock in.
"Ahh bill it hurts!" I groan surprised. In response he begins biting at my earlobe and whispering.
"Shh it will only hurt for a moment. its so tight Stanford, were you really waiting for me to fuck you in the ass?" He licks a line up the back of neck before biting me hard.
He thrusts hard and i see stars. "Fuck." I moan and he begins moving at a steady pace. Cold air stings the back of my neck as bill removes his teeth, quick cooling liquid oozes down my back. He reaches down and begins to stroke me to match his thrusts as he licks at my neck.