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[Fictober Day 7] Spooktober: Bar Crawl & Trick or Treating / Kinktober: Frottage & Angry Sex
So this is going up a couple of days later than I originally intended for a couple of reasons. The biggest reason is that I've spent most of Friday and Saturday sleeping, and whatever time I've been awake I've spent watching the Great British Bake Off (and Coco for the first time on Saturday!) The other is that, while I had drafts of two of these done, I ended up scrapping the last thing I was working on and hammering it out today in the span of about an hour, and then finally proofed all of them last night.
So, yeah, using NaNo to finish old projects really worked for wrapping up the last of Fictober. In the end, I wrote 11 fics across 13 fills, and I'm rather proud of myself for both the sheer volume of that, and for stepping outside my comfort zone in a big way in terms of writing format and the types of stories I've written (even crossing into 'Dead Dove: Do Not Eat' territory a couple of times 0_o).
So without further ado, here are my final three fills:
Title: Feels Like Torture
Fandom: Supernatural
Challenge: Kinktober, Day 16: Frottage
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 1095
Characters/Pairings: Belphegor/Dean Winchester
Notes/Warnings: The same warnings that come with the Belphegor character as he's depicted in canon apply here as well. Also contains spoilers for Season 15, Episode 1, and could be considered canon compliant if you squint.
Summary: Belphegor starts making passes at Dean, which is the last thing he wants to deal with while trying to avert an apocalypse.
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Dean prided himself on knowing what to expect when dealing with demons. He'd been stabbed; attacked, and betrayed by so many he'd long since lost count. He'd even become a demon at one point, so he felt like, of anyone on earth, he knew what to expect whenever he crossed paths with one.
But being kissed by a demon? That was one thing he wasn't expecting. Which, honestly, wasn't ringing endorsement of his instincts considering what had gone down with Sam and Ruby a few years back.
If he were to give himself a modicum of credit, though, the fact that the demon in question was inhabiting the body of someone he'd regarded as a son hadn't really lent itself to that line of thinking.
"Get off," Dean yelled as soon as their lips parted, pushing the creature away from him.
Belphegor mere merely stared at him sheepishly, giving him an exaggerated shrug that was so unlike Jack. "Can't blame a guy for trying to shoot his shot."
"Actually, I can," Dean hissed balling his hand into a fist. "Our deal's off. Get out of here before I beat your ass back down into the ground myself."
"Ya see," Belphegor said, pointing at him in with that detached, exaggerated manner he always seemed to have, "it's words like those that really make a centuries old demon swoon."
Dean reached for his knife.
"Ah, okay, look," Belphegor said, throwing his hands up in the air. "I'm sorry, okay? It's just that I've been a fan for so long, and when I saw how attractive you were… let's call it a moment of temporary weakness."
Dean glared at the demon, drawing his hand away from the knife.
Belphegor slowly lowered his hands back down to his sides. "Listen, we need each other if we're going to solve this little ‘every spirit escaping from hell' thing." He gestured at the dome above him before adding, "You can put up with a schoolboy crush for a little longer, right?"
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Dean should've stabbed Belphegor right then and there.
Hell, if it hadn't meant slicing open Jack's body, he probably would have. That entire conversation had wormed its way under his skin in a way that put him even more on edge the rest of the day. It only got worse when he caught Belphegor not-so-subtly checking him out.
Frankly, the fact that he was inhabiting Jack's body disturbed him more than the fact that he was a demon. Even with the glasses, he could feel the way Belphegor was looking at him. The desire, a kind of lust that felt more depraved than anything he could imagine. And the fact that it was emanating from Jack's body made him feel sick.
He managed to last a whole day before he brought it up again. They were checking the inside of one of the abandoned houses, and Belphegor was staring at his ass so blatantly he felt himself blush. "You need to stop."
"Thought you'd be more used to it," Belphegor shrugged, looking as detached and unconcerned as ever.
"What on earth would make you think that?"
"Guy as hot as you, I'm sure people are checking you everywhere you go," He said. There was nothing teasing or mocking in his tone. It came off completely matter-of-fact, like he was stating the most glaringly obvious thing in the world. "Like, ever since we came into this house, I've been thinking about you nailing me into that couch."
"Shut up!"
"Oh crap, sorry," Belphegor said, holding up his hands. No, Jack's hands. "Are you a bottom? I mean, you do have a really nice ass so I guess that checks out."
In one fluid motion, Dean grabbed Belphegor by the collar of his shirt, throwing him up against the wall and pulling the knife out of his pocket again. "I've had enough of you," he hissed.
"I could use more of you," Belphegor laughed, and Dean leaned closer, only to realize with sickening horror that the demon was very, very turned on by this.
The revelation threw him in a way he wasn't expecting. He knew deep down he couldn't kill Belphegor, at least not yet. As much as he hated to admit it, they still needed him. But threatening him only seemed to make the demon hot and bothered.
Staring up into that shit-eating grin that didn't resemble the Jack he knew at all, Dean felt his stomach twist as a new, terrible sensation overtook him.
Dean leaned over and kissed him.
Every single thing about this that repulsed him boiled to the surface, igniting something within him he hadn't felt sense he was trapped in hell. A depraved need to survive, to take what he wanted in the moment.
He thrust up against Belphegor, the demon whimpering as his jeans became more constricted.
"This what you want?" Dean asked, thrusting harder up against him. Belphegor merely gasped, his body flush against the wall. He didn't reach out for Dean, as if any additional contact would make Dean come to his senses. Instead he stared straight at Dean, the tint of his sunglasses not giving anything away.
Dean growled in frustration, punching the wall next to Belphegor. The demon let out a shrill, nervous laugh, but still stayed in the same position. Still staring at him with that same unreadable expression.
The stalemate continued for a moment longer before Belphegor started to tremble, his breathing hitching as he struggled to maintain eye contact with Dean.
"You gonna cum?" Dean asked, the words dripping off his tongue like acid.
"Yeah," Belphegor murmured, the word ragged in between breaths.
"Too bad," Dean hissed.
He pulled away from the wall quickly. One moment his body was pressed up against Belphegor's, and then the next he was halfway across the living room, staring at the demon as he let out a strangled cry and fell to the floor. Dean stopped for a moment, watching Belphegor curl up on the floor, desperately pawing at himself.
"As soon as we're done here, I'm killing you myself," Dean said, letting all the anger inside him bleed out into his words.
He turned to go, sheathing the knife. But as he took his first step, he heard that familiar, shit-eating giggle ring out behind him.
"It's been an honor to be tortured by you!" Belphegor's laugh suddenly turned into a groan, and Dean knew the demon had finally reached his peak.
He walked out in silence, ignoring the soft laughter behind him, and the tightness in his own jeans.
Title: Get Lucky, Part 2
Fandom: Hetalia: Axis Powers
Challenge:![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
spooktoberchallenge, Day 27: Lock
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 4122
Characters/Pairings: Korea/America, Korea/Taiwan, France, Hong Kong, Vietnam
Notes/Warnings: Continuation of the previous fill here.
Summary: Black cats bring bad luck, or so the superstition goes. But Yong Soo is pretty good at making his own bad luck.
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"This doesn't look anything like me," Yong Soo yawned, glancing up from the card in front of him.
"It doesn't matter," Francis said, gesturing flamboyantly at his own ID. "As long as you're roughly the same ethnicity they don't care. Just don't cause a stir, and you can drink to your heart's content!"
The sing-song tune in his voice only made Yong Soo's frown deepen.
None of this was technically his fault, but Francis leaving the cat and his dorm had set off the chain of events that led to Mei seeing him… seeing him…
"You look like shit by the way," Francis said, and Yong Soo immediately snapped out of his trance.
"Hey, yeah, sorry, I haven't been sleeping well the last couple of weeks," He let out a weak, nervous laugh that almost sounded like a whimper.
Francis stared at him with a puzzled frown. "Has the cat been keeping you up?"
"No nothing like that," Yong Soo said, shaking his head with more force than was probably necessary.
In fact, after the first couple of days, he'd barely noticed the cat when he wasn't feeding it. It spent most of the day asleep, and he was camped out at the library late most nights in order to avoid talking to Alfred.
They'd barely spoken since the incident occurred, though Alfred had tried a couple of times to corner him whenever he stopped by the room to get something. He quickly found ways to worm his way out of it, but not before feeling like complete shit when he saw how hurt Alfred was.
"Hey, uh," Yong Soo stammered. Francis blinked, and he realized that they had probably both zoned out. He glanced around the hallway, making sure no one was in earshot, before leaning forward and whispering, "You're gay right?"
Francis blinked again, his eyes regaining their focus. "Technically no, I like all genders. Why?"
"All?" Yong Soo blinked, the concept not quite landing right in his head.
"I like women, I like men, I like people who aren't either, or both," Francis shrugged. "Why? Do you think you might be gay? Is that why you haven't showered in a week?"
"I have showered!" Yong Soo snapped. A couple of people walking by glanced at them, and he lowered his voice again. "My sleep patterns are a bit off. And, I dunno. I don't think so? I don't know anything about this stuff so it's confusing. I just know that I really, really like Mei but I also…" Yong Soo threw his hands up in the air and let out a frustrated groan.
Francis shook his head, a smile spreading across his face. "Ah yes, I know that feeling well. We can talk more if you want, but I also think you need to get out of your head for a little while. You're coming to the Halloween event at Kirkland's right?"
"The bar?" Yong Soo asked, "I'm not 21 though."
Francis sighed and pointed to the fake ID Yong Soo was still holding in his hand.
"Oh!" Yong Soo yelped, feeling completely mortified. "Right!"
"Maybe take a nap first," Francis said, giving him a once over. "Though, since it is a Halloween party, you could come dressed as a zombie."
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He was halfway through changing into his outfit when Alfred returned to the room.
He'd given up on getting any sleep, ultimately deciding that any attempt in that room would be pretty restless no matter what he did.
Not that sleeping in an actual bed had helped Alfred. He looked just as wrecked as Yong Soo did, which only made his chest tighten with even more guilt.
"Hey, you're back," Alfred said dully, unceremoniously dropping his bag on the ground before wandering over to his bed.
"Yeah," Yong Soo murmured. "Francis got me a fake ID for this party they're having down at Kirkland's. You going?"
"Maybe?" Yong Soo looked up to see Alfred giving the tail end of a shrug, his eyes downcast. "It's just that with Arthur gone and Francis… being Francis… I don't have anyone to hang out with."
Yong Soo stared at Alfred, his mouth open. His sleep deprived brain felt like it was on fire, and the mix of emotions flooding him made him feel like he was going to throw up. Thankfully he didn't.
Instead he started crying.
He knew Alfred was having some kind of reaction to that, and that he at least jumped up from the bed, but he was too consumed by the feelings overwhelming him to parse it down any further.
After a few minutes, he felt a hand tentatively touch his shoulder. He opened his eyes and wiped away some of the tears, though they continued to fall.
He was cognizant enough of Alfred standing in front of him with wide, scared eyes. "Dude?" He asked in a soft voice, which only made Yong Soo's heart hurt more.
"I'm so sorry," Yong Soo blurted out the words before he could really process them. "I'm sorry I've been such a shitty friend. I've been freaking out and taking all this out on you and that's not fair."
"Hey, hey," Alfred leaned in closer before stopping and jerking back. "I'm the one who messed everything up. I pressured you into doing that stuff and wrecked things for you and Mei. I'm a huge piece of shit."
"No you're not," Yong Soo said, forcing himself to breathe normally. "Well, I haven't talked to Mei since then so I don't know about that part of it, but you didn't pressure me into anything, okay? I wanted it, I just didn't think about what it meant, and I still don't, and... oh my god!"
Alfred lept back, pulling his hand from Yong Soo's shoulder, his expression changing from frightened concern to frightened confusion. "What?"
"I… We..." Yong Soo stammered, staring at Alfred as the wave of shocked realization rolled over him. God, was he seriously this stupid? "I haven't been a virgin for months!"
Alfred's mouth fell open, staring at Yong Soo in complete and utter surprise as his face slowly reddened.
They stayed in that holding pattern for what felt like ages, until Yong Soo felt something soft brush against his ankle, and looked down to see the cat looking up at him expectantly.
"We need to feed him," Alfred said, his voice cracking, before shaking his head, the air suddenly feeling clearer. "I got it, hang on."
Yong Soo watched in silence as Alfred scooped some of the dry food into a large ceramic dish, and by the time he was done Yong Soo felt like his head had grown clearer than it had been in weeks. And it struck him just how ridiculous all of this was.
"I really am sorry," Yong Soo said. "Mostly for ditching you these past couple of weeks, but also, I dunno. I never really thought about what we did as being…"
"I mean, it was just two friends messing around," Alfred said, standing up and looking up at him, his face still flush. "And I'm sorry too. I'd just assumed that you'd already… You know?"
Yong Soo blinked. "This is gonna sound really dumb, but I didn't think it counted since we were both guys."
Alfred was looking at him directly now, "Seriously dude?"
"I know, I'm so stupid!" Yong Soo groaned, flopping back down onto Alfred's bed. "I just… Until I came here I never met anyone who wasn't straight so I'd never really thought about it. And when we hooked up I didn't really think about it then either. And now it's all… I have no idea what I am."
Yong Soo felt the weight shift on the bed, and looked up to see Alfred sitting down next to him, glancing over nervously.
"I should have talked to you about it then," Alfred said, sighing. "I've known I was bi for ages so I just… I dunno, I feel weird asking people. But considering we had sex and everything…"
"Yeah…"
They sat there in silence for a while, letting the sudden calm wash over them. Honestly, Yong Soo was thrilled that he could feel at peace in his own dorm room again, but he was even happier that he and Alfred were talking again.
He opened his mouth to say something, but Alfred ended up speaking first.
"Wait, you haven't talked to Mei at all?"
"It's embarrassing," Yong Soo whined. "She saw me with my tongue down your throat. How do I explain that?"
"Just tell her we were fuck buddies."
"Yeah, girls love hearing that from guys who are confessing to them!"
"You still like her, huh?"
Yong Soo pressed the heels of his wrists into his eyes then pulled them away, looking up sadly at Alfred. "I really messed things up, huh?"
Alfred crossed his arms, a thoughtful expression on his face. "I mean, what happened wasn't great, but I think you'd be surprised. It's college, people are pretty open-minded."
"Really?" Yong Soo asked, making no effort to hide the derision in his voice.
Alfred shrugged, "Hey, for the last few months I thought I'd seduced my straight roommate. You never know."
Yong Soo glanced away from him and back up at the ceiling, letting everything that had happened roll around in his head. Finally, he sat up, brushing cat hair off of his shirt.
"Okay, you know what, you're right!" Yong Soo said, his voice ringing out clearly. "I'm gonna go for it!"
"That's the spirit!" Alfred said, the familiar, warm energy returning to his voice.
"Yeah, well," Yong Soo grinned sheepishly, gesturing towards his dresser, "I need your help first with this costume. I need to be the sexiest Zombie there, like, so sexy you might jump me in the Uber."
Alfred stared at him for a moment before bursting into laughter, and Yong Soo's grin widened.
-----
Yong Soo felt positively euphoric.
It was like experiencing the exact opposite of a caffeine crash. Now that he'd patched things up with Alfred he felt back to his old self. If anything, he felt better than he normally would have. He'd done a great job on his make-up. The blood splatter and dark circles under his eyes made him look sufficiently zombie-like without sacrificing his natural good looks. And of course, this zombie was only wearing designer labels tonight.
It was just the kind of mindset he needed to be in to talk to Mei again.
They hadn't exactly been avoiding each other. Well, maybe they had been at first. But once they were back in class together they were immediately hit by a massive term paper and an insanely difficult midterm. They probably wouldn't have talked all that much even if nothing had happened.
At least, that's what Yong Soo had told himself.
"Well, that was easy," Leon remarked as they made their way into the bar. Francis had been right, the bouncer had barely glanced at them, even with all the makeup and costumes.
"Shots!" Alfred responded pointing to the bar, which was already starting to draw a crowd.
"Yeah, in a minute," Leon waved dismissively before glancing at Yong Soo, who beamed back at him. "God, I can never tell what's up with you. This morning you looked like you could drop dead at any moment."
"Because I'm drop dead gorgeous?" Yong Soo winked, and Leon immediately gagged.
"Tequillllaaaaa," Alfred drolled, pointing at Yong Soo and Leon, "Shots?"
"Absolutely not," Leon said. "You almost killed me last time."
"Shots! Shots! Shots!" Alfred and Yong Soo slowly began chanting.
"You're both sick." Leon said, rolling his head back and letting out a groan. "Fine!"
They made their way over to the bar counter, fighting their way through the small throng of people that had already congregated around it. No one had gone so far as to bring props or wear anything too obtrusive, but Yong Soo could see that a lot of people went more all-out than he had.
"Bonjour," Francis called out in a sing-song voice as he slid in beside them, signaling the bartender, who immediately came over to their group.
"Thanks!" Alfred said once they'd ordered their drinks. In the end, Leon had managed to pawn his shot off onto Francis and ordered a specialty drink for himself instead.
"Happy Halloween!" Yong Soo shouted out, to a few stray cheers from around the bar.
"I mean, it's not Halloween yet, but sure!" Alfred laughed before downing his shot. In lieu of a costume, he'd simply thrown on an old bomber jacket and slicked his hair back, unwilling to put on his actual Halloween costume early.
"Glad to see you're back in good spirits," Francis grinned, clapping him on the back. "I guess you didn't need the party to sort out…" he stopped, casting glances at Alfred and Leon before adding, "...uh, the thing you were confused about."
"Oh, I didn't figure out any of that stuff," Yong Soo shrugged. "I mean, I talked to Alfred and we decided it wasn't a big deal that we hook up, so I'll figure that all out later."
Leon choked on his drink, and Francis merely stared at Yong Soo open mouthed. For his part, Alfred started laughing again.
"I know I said it wasn't a big deal dude," he said, trying to compose himself, "But people are still gonna react and shit."
Yong Soo sighed, "There's really only one other person who's reaction I care about right now. I mean, if she'll talk to me."
"If you mean Mei," Leon said, still looking a little bit dazed, "she's here somewhere with Liên, at least according to her Instagram story."
"What! Really?" Yong Soo looked around wildly, pivoting on his feet to try and see over the crowd.
"I saw Liên head over there before," Francis said, gesturing to a corner across from where they were standing. "She has that terrible mask on. Oh, is that your friend with her?"
Yong Soo craned his neck, immediately spotting the woman in the grotesque mask. He cast his gaze around the area surrounding her, "I don't… Oh! There she is!"
The dark brown fabric Mei wore almost made her fade into the background of the room, but he'd recognize that stray strand of hair anywhere. Like Alfred, she had opted for more of a ‘look' rather than wearing a costume.
"Da-ze," Yong Soo smiled, dropping back down on his heels. "She looks so cute."
"Well, go talk to her!" Alfred said, softly nudging him. Yong Soo thought he saw a defeated look flash across Alfred's face, but as soon as he registered it, it was replaced with that same upbeat grin he'd had all night.
Open-minded, huh? He thought to himself, pushing the uneasy feeling in his stomach back down as he turned to Francis and Leon. "Who wants to be my wingman?"
"Oh, absolutely not," Leon said, as Francis and Alfred both shook their heads.
"Ouch," Yong Soo said, clutching his chest in mock despair. "I can't believe my closest friends, my boys, if you will, are abandoning me in my hour of need!"
"Liên's mad at me," Francis said, an embarrassed grin plastered on his face. "I don't think I'd be doing you any favors."
"Oh, I'm an excellent wingman," Leon said, taking a sip of his drink. "I just don't want to."
Alfred merely shrugged, and Yong Soo got the message loud and clear. The guy she caught me making out with would make a crappy wingman.
"Well, guess I'm going in solo!" Yong Soo said, beating his chest. He turned back to the corner where Mei was hanging out. Liên had pulled her mask up over her head and was chatting with a couple of people dressed like Power Rangers, but Mei was quietly staring down at her drink. Really, it couldn't have been a more low-stakes setup than this.
He grabbed the drink out of Leon's hand and quickly downed the rest of it.
"Ahhhh. Flavored vodka, really?" Yong Soo gagged.
"Like, what the actual hell?" Leon said, staring incredulously at his hand that had been holding the glass only moments earlier.
"I'll get you another one later!" Yong Soo waved his hand over his head as he started walking away from them and through the crowd.
He had no idea what he was going to say to her, really. How did someone explain themselves out of a situation like this, and also tack on ‘Oh, by the way, I really like you. Wanna go out with me?' at the end?
By the time he was near her, his anxiety was starting to peak. Maybe this had been a mistake.
But then she looked up. She locked eyes with him right away, and she did the last thing he expected her to do.
She smiled.
It wasn't a polite smile, at least, he didn't think so. No, this felt genuine. She was actually happy to see him. He felt all the tension in his body melt away, and a big, goofy smile spread across his face.
"Looks like someone got into an accident," Mei laughed, gesturing to the blood stain on the side of his head.
"I didn't make it," He said, hanging his head in mock grief. "Now I'm cursed to walk the earth, hungry for brains."
Mei laughed. God, she had such a great laugh. He never thought he'd get to hear it again, much less be the cause of it.
"Listen…" He said, his words suddenly catching in his throat. "I- What you saw… Well…"
"It's okay," Mei said, the smile on her face suddenly feeling very sad. "You don't have to explain. I was just surprised, since you and Alfred-"
"It's not what you think!" Yong Soo blurted out. "I mean, it's college, we were just, you know? At least, I think that's all? I wasn't really taking any of it seriously and I just, I mean, god, I really like you and I'm so mad I messed things up with us. Not that there was an ‘us'. I…"
He trailed off, the entire incomprehensible word jumble he'd just vomited out echoing in his head. Mei simply stared at him, mouth open with shock. The two of them stood there for a moment, neither unable to do or say anything.
"So… uh…."
The new voice in his ear snapped him out of his trance, and he turned to see Liên standing next to them, waves of exhaustion rolling off of her. "I'm not going to pretend I understood any of what that was, and I've had a long week. I'm gonna get another drink. Please be done talking about this when I get back."
Liên turned and walked away, shaking her head. A moment later, Mei burst out into laughter.
Yong Soo shoved his hands in his pockets, looking at her sheepishly. "Sorry to dump all that on you."
"No, no, it's fine," Mei giggled, wiping a tear from her eye. "And you know what, you're right. It's college. Maybe we don't need to take all this quite so seriously just yet."
"Yeah…" Yong Soo said, starting to feel his anxiety spike again.
"Oh, no, I'm not mocking you," She said, smiling up at him with a mischievous glimmer in her eyes, "I just think maybe we're overthinking this, don't you?"
Yong Soo wasn't sure who'd kissed who. Hell, maybe they'd both made their move at the same time. Either way, his mouth was suddenly pressed against Mei's and his arms were wrapped around her body, and his brain felt like it was going to short-circuit.
"Wow." He was unable to stop the word from escaping his lips as soon as they parted from Mei's.
"For what it's worth," She said, brushing her hair out of her face and glancing down, "You make a really handsome zombie."
"Y- you're really pretty!" Yong Soo sputtered.
"You really are new at this huh," Mei giggled, and Yong Soo felt his face flush with embarrassment. "You are a good kisser though."
"I've kissed lots of people before," He said, unable to stop himself from digging himself deeper into this hole. "I mean, not just Alfred."
Mei smiled and tilted her head, and Yong Soo suddenly realized she was looking past him. He turned, and registered that Liên had awkwardly attached herself to his group, and they were all obviously watching them despite a surface level attempt to act casual. Well, Leon might not actually have been watching them, it was hard to tell.
But it was Alfred who immediately drew Yong Soo's eye. He didn't look particularly upset, but there was something decidedly weary in his stance. Like something he had long ago resigned himself to had come to pass. And in a way, it had.
And it made Yong Soo's heart hurt.
"You like him too."
Yong Soo whipped his head back around, immediately caught off guard by Mei's proclamation. "I- No, I mean, maybe, I… I really like you!"
"Oh, I know that," Mei said, reaching out and grabbing his shoulder reassuringly. "I'm not jealous. I was just thinking that, maybe if we really want to figure all this out… we need to be willing to really be open about it."
"What are you saying?" Yong Soo asked, feeling his breathing becoming more shallow.
"I'm saying…" Mei pursed her lips, clearly weighing her words. "It's college. And isn't Halloween the perfect time to be a little bit bad?"
Yong Soo felt like he was going to pass out, but steadied himself. This was not how he pictured this conversation going at all, but he couldn't say he was unhappy with the direction. "Are you sure?"
"Right now I am," She shrugged, "We can figure all this out later, right?"
"Or maybe," Yong Soo said, leaning over, doing his best to sound more teasing than seductive, "You just like watching guys kissing."
"Well…" Mei's voice trailed off, and Yong Soo pulled back to see her desperately avoiding his gaze.
Da-ze, Yong Soo grinned, grabbing Mei's hand. "Do you wanna get out of here and get some air? This is certainly a lot to think about, and I think we might both be a little buzzed."
Mei smiled, looking back up at him. "I'd like that."
Their friends didn't hide the fact that they were watching the couple as they walked past them, hand in hand. Francis and Liên looked positively dumbfounded, while Leon simply stared at them crossly and gestured to the bar.
"Next time," Yong Soo mouthed, and Leon stuck out his tongue and gave him a thumbs down.
His gaze turned to Alfred last, and his friend did look genuinely happy for him, even with that same undercurrent of melancholy as before.
He leaned over to Mei and began whispering in her ear. She stared back up at him, and then glanced back at their friends, before whispering back.
Yong Soo let go of her hand and walked back to the group, heart pounding in his chest.
"Get whatever you want," He said, absentmindedly handing Leon a ten dollar bill without looking at him. Instead he was focused on Alfred, whose expression has shifted to one of confused surprise.
"Listen, this is gonna sound really, really weird, but did you mean what you said about college and being open-minded?" The words spilled out of Yong Soo like a fountain, and he was suddenly worried Alfred wouldn't understand any of it.
The blond furrowed his brow. "I mean, yeah. Why?"
Yong Soo couldn't explain it any more. He'd struggled to string together words all night and he just wanted to get straight to the point.
He leaned over and grabbed Alfred by the collar of his jacket, pulling him into a kiss.
Alfred seemed stunned for a moment, standing stiffly before quickly melting into it. The sensation made Yong Soo grin, which broke the kiss, and he pulled away just in time to see confused wonder spread across his friend's face.
"See you later!" Yong Soo said, giving him a salute, turning and bounding away, past the shocked faces of his friends and the other bar patrons, toward Mei's outstretched hand. As they barrelled out the door, he could hear Alfred's laugh ring out throughout the bar, all trace of sadness or defeat gone. Instead it had that familiar, uninhibited joy that made his heart race.
Mei was laughing too, their hands entangled as they broke through the crowd at the entrance of the bar and out onto the street.
I don't care what anyone says, Yong Soo thought as he raced off into the night. Black cats are definitely good luck.
Title: Lighting the Jack-o'-lantern
Fandom: Supernatural
Challenge:spooktoberchallenge, Day 3: Trick or Treating / Kinktober, Day 8: Hate-fucking/Angry Sex
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 1644
Characters/Pairings: Belphegor/Dean Winchester, Castiel, Jack Kline (sort of)
Notes/Warnings: Despite the title, there is no fire in this fic. It's there for the pun and nothing more. The same warnings that come with the Belphegor character as he's depicted in canon apply here as well. Also contains vague spoilers for Season 15, Episode 3. Additionally, this fic heavily references the fact that Belphegor is possessing Jack's body and contains several pseudo-incestuous allusions and as a result. Also, some violence. (This warning is probably too long for how mild this fic actually is.)
Summary: On Halloween, Belphegor decides to have some fun with Dean while they're alone in the bunker.
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"Trick or Treat!"
Dean glanced up from the book he was reading, reeling back at the sight. "Fuck, what is wrong with you?"
Bephegor grinned back at him, leaning out across the table further. He wasn't wearing his glasses, leaving the burnt away eyeholes clearly visible for the first time in ages. And it was obvious why, as he'd painted his face to look like carved pumpkin.
"Like my costume?"
"No," Dean said simply, looking back down at his book.
"It's a pun. You know, Jack-o'-lantern?"
Dean paused for a moment before looking back up, frowning at Belphegor, who was sitting up on the table with his arms up in the air in a ‘ta-dah' motion.
"Cas will barbecue your ass if he sees that. Go clean up."
"Ah come on," Belphegor said, placing his hands down on the table and pushing himself up. "I have this hot new body and I don't even get to have fun with my look? I mean come on, you have to admit that was clever."
"Not in the mood."
"Too bad, because I am."
Dean felt the table vibrate and looked up to see Belphegor standing up on it.
"Get down," He said, pushing the chair back and standing up as well.
Belphegor merely gave him that familiar detached smirk, though the pumpkin make-up made it look sinister in a way it didn't normally. "Come on Dean," he said, walking across the table until he was standing at the edge of the table, staring down at him. "It's been ages since we've, how do the kids say it, messed around. Don't you wanna have a little fun?"
Dean glanced at the doorway and hesitated.
"They're gonna be gone for ages. Sam and Rowena are off somewhere collecting herbs by moonlight for some spell, and Castiel's been awol ever since you chewed him out after the thing in Harlan. I mean come on," Belphegor said, reaching for the zipper on his jeans, "it's Halloween!"
Dean leaned over and grabbed Belphegor by the back of the ankles, pulling them out from underneath him and sending the demon crashing down onto the table, scattering a number of papers and the book Dean was reading onto the ground.
"Fuck yes," Belphegor exhaled, staring up at the ceiling with a big goofy grin on his face.
Dean sat back down and pulled the chair closer to the table, positioning himself between Belphegor's sprawled legs, before yanking on the demon's jeans, quickly and roughly pulling them down and off.
"No underwear? Really?" Dean growled. Belphegor raised his head up, still grinning with that dumb pumpkin face. Dean's view of it was partially blocked, however, by Belphegor's cock, which was standing straight up, hard as a rock.
Well, it was Jack's cock, but Dean didn't like thinking about it that way. He didn't like thinking about a lot of things anymore. Instead, he pulled Belphegor's crotch closer to the edge of the table, and bent down to swallow as much of the demon's dick as he could.
"Fuck," He heard Belphegor murmur again.
Dean hadn't sucked many dicks before, but this was one of the nicer ones. It tasted clean, oddly enough, and it was big, but not so big he had trouble taking it in his mouth. Not to mention that Belphegor seemed to get off on him doing all the work, so he didn't have to contend with getting choked halfway through.
What he really liked about it though were the soft moans and grunts that Belphegor made between whatever dumb remark flew out of his mouth. Before Belphegor, he'd been going through a bit of a dry spell, and it felt nice to make someone who liked him feel this good. Even if that someone happened to be a demon who liked him for the wrong reasons.
Hell, maybe that was the selling point here. One didn't have casual sex with the demon possessing the body of your dead adopted son because you were right in the head.
After a few minutes, Belphegor began to lightly thrust upward, the only sign he gave when he was ready to cum. Dean quickly pulled his head up, and Belphegor let out a whine, reaching his hand out to push Dean back down onto his dick before the man smacked it away.
"You wanted a treat right?" Dean said, slightly annoyed that he was playing along with Belphegor's charade.
Belphegor was panting, staring up at Dean as he unzipped his own jeans and took out his cock, pressing it up against his entrance. Dean knew Belphegor liked it more when it hurt, but he suspected that by now his body could probably take all of him easily without much prep.
"Daddy," Belphegor said, and Dean reached down and wrapped his hands around the demon's throat.
"You're not getting this dick if you call me that," he growled.
Belphegor laughed. That same, mocking laugh that all demons seemed to have no matter who they were possessing. Dean clenched his teeth, angry at how much the sound now turned him.
"No problemo Dean," Belphegor choked out. "Just please, Mr. Winchester, I need you to stir up my guts. Make it hurt."
Dean let go of the demon's neck, and immediately thrust his hips forward.
Belphegor let out a groan, arching his back upward as Dean forced inch after inch of cock inside his body. "That's it," he hissed. "Use me like a fleshlight. Break me in half."
Dean looked down at Belphegor's cock, still wet and sticky with his saliva, hard and twitching, lying flat against his t-shirt. Following some instinct, he reached down and grabbed Belphegor by the hips, sliding his hands up under his shirt and pulling it up, revealing his flat stomach, with a light treasure trail leading up to his belly button.
"Like looking at Jack's body, huh?"
Dean's head snapped up, boring more hole into the demon's stupid, painted face. "What the fuck did you just say?"
"Come on Dean," Belphegor said. "You're not fucking me for my winning personality. How long did you wanna fuck this Jack fella?"
"Shut the fuck up," Dean said, involuntarily thrusting forward, sending a shiver of pleasure through the demon's body.
"You never did when he was alive, our first time made that obvious," Belphegor continued, panting, "but you wanted a taste of this forbidden fruit, didn't you? This kid must've reeked with hormones, I'm surprised you were able to keep your hands off of him."
"You don't get to talk about him like that!" Dean yelled, thrusting forward again and again, each time more violently.
"I can talk about him however I want," Belphegor chucked, drool starting to leak out the sides of his mouth as Dean picked up the pace. "We're both inside of him."
Dean smacked him across the face.
"Yeah, there he is," Belphegor yelled out, turning to look back up at him. Dean had smeared the make-up, and combined with the red splotch on his cheek, it made Belphegor look more sinister than he ever had.
Nothing like Jack.
Dean gripped the demon's hips and began plowing into him in earnest, the rage inside him making him want to breed even more. For his part, Belphegor seemed to be done talking, lost in the euphoria of Dean pounding deep into him, rubbing against his prostate with each thrust. He clenched down on Dean's dick, clearly doing his best to milk the man of his seed, and the feeling was driving Dean crazy. In this respect, Belphegor wasn't all talk. He was an excellent cock sleeve, and he clearly loved it when Dean used him like one.
Face aside, Dean had to admit to himself that he did make a pretty picture. He had a lean, muscled stomach and calves, and was easily the best piece of ass he'd ever fucked. Belphegor's enthusiasm certainly helped. Dean got the distinct impression that the demon had died a virgin all those centuries ago, so to get railed by someone like Dean probably felt like winning the lottery.
Dean didn't trust Belphegor with a lot of things, but he believed him when he told Dean how hot he was. Maybe that was the real reason he was doing this, because deep down, Dean didn't doubt how much Belphegor wanted him. It was certainly a more appealing explanation than the alternatives.
It felt nice to be wanted by someone.
Belphegor cried out, arms crashing down into the table as his whole body started to shake, as he reached his peak. Rope after rope of cum shot out, coating his exposed stomach and the bunched up t-shirt at the top of his torso. Hell, a little of it even landed on the demon's face.
The sight of it, hell, the smell of it too, sent Dean over the edge. He pulled Belphegor closer to him, thrusting in as deep as he could as he came - harder than he had in weeks. He let out a strangled cry, looking away from Belphegor and in front of him at-
Fuck.
One moment Castiel was standing there, a look of unbridled horror on his face, and the next he was gone. The sight stayed with Dean as he rode out the rest of his orgasm.
He felt numb, pulling out of the body underneath him. Belphegor looked up at him with what he was pretty sure was a content expression. His cheek was still red, and Dean was pretty sure he could see bruises starting to form on the back on his arms where he'd hit the table. He was still covered in his own cum, with Dean's starting to leak out of his very used hole.
Belphegor opened his mouth, and said, with his usual smarmy tone, "Thanks for the treat… My trick was pretty good too, right?"
So, yeah, using NaNo to finish old projects really worked for wrapping up the last of Fictober. In the end, I wrote 11 fics across 13 fills, and I'm rather proud of myself for both the sheer volume of that, and for stepping outside my comfort zone in a big way in terms of writing format and the types of stories I've written (even crossing into 'Dead Dove: Do Not Eat' territory a couple of times 0_o).
So without further ado, here are my final three fills:
Title: Feels Like Torture
Fandom: Supernatural
Challenge: Kinktober, Day 16: Frottage
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 1095
Characters/Pairings: Belphegor/Dean Winchester
Notes/Warnings: The same warnings that come with the Belphegor character as he's depicted in canon apply here as well. Also contains spoilers for Season 15, Episode 1, and could be considered canon compliant if you squint.
Summary: Belphegor starts making passes at Dean, which is the last thing he wants to deal with while trying to avert an apocalypse.
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Dean prided himself on knowing what to expect when dealing with demons. He'd been stabbed; attacked, and betrayed by so many he'd long since lost count. He'd even become a demon at one point, so he felt like, of anyone on earth, he knew what to expect whenever he crossed paths with one.
But being kissed by a demon? That was one thing he wasn't expecting. Which, honestly, wasn't ringing endorsement of his instincts considering what had gone down with Sam and Ruby a few years back.
If he were to give himself a modicum of credit, though, the fact that the demon in question was inhabiting the body of someone he'd regarded as a son hadn't really lent itself to that line of thinking.
"Get off," Dean yelled as soon as their lips parted, pushing the creature away from him.
Belphegor mere merely stared at him sheepishly, giving him an exaggerated shrug that was so unlike Jack. "Can't blame a guy for trying to shoot his shot."
"Actually, I can," Dean hissed balling his hand into a fist. "Our deal's off. Get out of here before I beat your ass back down into the ground myself."
"Ya see," Belphegor said, pointing at him in with that detached, exaggerated manner he always seemed to have, "it's words like those that really make a centuries old demon swoon."
Dean reached for his knife.
"Ah, okay, look," Belphegor said, throwing his hands up in the air. "I'm sorry, okay? It's just that I've been a fan for so long, and when I saw how attractive you were… let's call it a moment of temporary weakness."
Dean glared at the demon, drawing his hand away from the knife.
Belphegor slowly lowered his hands back down to his sides. "Listen, we need each other if we're going to solve this little ‘every spirit escaping from hell' thing." He gestured at the dome above him before adding, "You can put up with a schoolboy crush for a little longer, right?"
-----
Dean should've stabbed Belphegor right then and there.
Hell, if it hadn't meant slicing open Jack's body, he probably would have. That entire conversation had wormed its way under his skin in a way that put him even more on edge the rest of the day. It only got worse when he caught Belphegor not-so-subtly checking him out.
Frankly, the fact that he was inhabiting Jack's body disturbed him more than the fact that he was a demon. Even with the glasses, he could feel the way Belphegor was looking at him. The desire, a kind of lust that felt more depraved than anything he could imagine. And the fact that it was emanating from Jack's body made him feel sick.
He managed to last a whole day before he brought it up again. They were checking the inside of one of the abandoned houses, and Belphegor was staring at his ass so blatantly he felt himself blush. "You need to stop."
"Thought you'd be more used to it," Belphegor shrugged, looking as detached and unconcerned as ever.
"What on earth would make you think that?"
"Guy as hot as you, I'm sure people are checking you everywhere you go," He said. There was nothing teasing or mocking in his tone. It came off completely matter-of-fact, like he was stating the most glaringly obvious thing in the world. "Like, ever since we came into this house, I've been thinking about you nailing me into that couch."
"Shut up!"
"Oh crap, sorry," Belphegor said, holding up his hands. No, Jack's hands. "Are you a bottom? I mean, you do have a really nice ass so I guess that checks out."
In one fluid motion, Dean grabbed Belphegor by the collar of his shirt, throwing him up against the wall and pulling the knife out of his pocket again. "I've had enough of you," he hissed.
"I could use more of you," Belphegor laughed, and Dean leaned closer, only to realize with sickening horror that the demon was very, very turned on by this.
The revelation threw him in a way he wasn't expecting. He knew deep down he couldn't kill Belphegor, at least not yet. As much as he hated to admit it, they still needed him. But threatening him only seemed to make the demon hot and bothered.
Staring up into that shit-eating grin that didn't resemble the Jack he knew at all, Dean felt his stomach twist as a new, terrible sensation overtook him.
Dean leaned over and kissed him.
Every single thing about this that repulsed him boiled to the surface, igniting something within him he hadn't felt sense he was trapped in hell. A depraved need to survive, to take what he wanted in the moment.
He thrust up against Belphegor, the demon whimpering as his jeans became more constricted.
"This what you want?" Dean asked, thrusting harder up against him. Belphegor merely gasped, his body flush against the wall. He didn't reach out for Dean, as if any additional contact would make Dean come to his senses. Instead he stared straight at Dean, the tint of his sunglasses not giving anything away.
Dean growled in frustration, punching the wall next to Belphegor. The demon let out a shrill, nervous laugh, but still stayed in the same position. Still staring at him with that same unreadable expression.
The stalemate continued for a moment longer before Belphegor started to tremble, his breathing hitching as he struggled to maintain eye contact with Dean.
"You gonna cum?" Dean asked, the words dripping off his tongue like acid.
"Yeah," Belphegor murmured, the word ragged in between breaths.
"Too bad," Dean hissed.
He pulled away from the wall quickly. One moment his body was pressed up against Belphegor's, and then the next he was halfway across the living room, staring at the demon as he let out a strangled cry and fell to the floor. Dean stopped for a moment, watching Belphegor curl up on the floor, desperately pawing at himself.
"As soon as we're done here, I'm killing you myself," Dean said, letting all the anger inside him bleed out into his words.
He turned to go, sheathing the knife. But as he took his first step, he heard that familiar, shit-eating giggle ring out behind him.
"It's been an honor to be tortured by you!" Belphegor's laugh suddenly turned into a groan, and Dean knew the demon had finally reached his peak.
He walked out in silence, ignoring the soft laughter behind him, and the tightness in his own jeans.
Title: Get Lucky, Part 2
Fandom: Hetalia: Axis Powers
Challenge:
spooktoberchallenge, Day 27: LockRating: Teen
Word Count: 4122
Characters/Pairings: Korea/America, Korea/Taiwan, France, Hong Kong, Vietnam
Notes/Warnings: Continuation of the previous fill here.
Summary: Black cats bring bad luck, or so the superstition goes. But Yong Soo is pretty good at making his own bad luck.
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"This doesn't look anything like me," Yong Soo yawned, glancing up from the card in front of him.
"It doesn't matter," Francis said, gesturing flamboyantly at his own ID. "As long as you're roughly the same ethnicity they don't care. Just don't cause a stir, and you can drink to your heart's content!"
The sing-song tune in his voice only made Yong Soo's frown deepen.
None of this was technically his fault, but Francis leaving the cat and his dorm had set off the chain of events that led to Mei seeing him… seeing him…
"You look like shit by the way," Francis said, and Yong Soo immediately snapped out of his trance.
"Hey, yeah, sorry, I haven't been sleeping well the last couple of weeks," He let out a weak, nervous laugh that almost sounded like a whimper.
Francis stared at him with a puzzled frown. "Has the cat been keeping you up?"
"No nothing like that," Yong Soo said, shaking his head with more force than was probably necessary.
In fact, after the first couple of days, he'd barely noticed the cat when he wasn't feeding it. It spent most of the day asleep, and he was camped out at the library late most nights in order to avoid talking to Alfred.
They'd barely spoken since the incident occurred, though Alfred had tried a couple of times to corner him whenever he stopped by the room to get something. He quickly found ways to worm his way out of it, but not before feeling like complete shit when he saw how hurt Alfred was.
"Hey, uh," Yong Soo stammered. Francis blinked, and he realized that they had probably both zoned out. He glanced around the hallway, making sure no one was in earshot, before leaning forward and whispering, "You're gay right?"
Francis blinked again, his eyes regaining their focus. "Technically no, I like all genders. Why?"
"All?" Yong Soo blinked, the concept not quite landing right in his head.
"I like women, I like men, I like people who aren't either, or both," Francis shrugged. "Why? Do you think you might be gay? Is that why you haven't showered in a week?"
"I have showered!" Yong Soo snapped. A couple of people walking by glanced at them, and he lowered his voice again. "My sleep patterns are a bit off. And, I dunno. I don't think so? I don't know anything about this stuff so it's confusing. I just know that I really, really like Mei but I also…" Yong Soo threw his hands up in the air and let out a frustrated groan.
Francis shook his head, a smile spreading across his face. "Ah yes, I know that feeling well. We can talk more if you want, but I also think you need to get out of your head for a little while. You're coming to the Halloween event at Kirkland's right?"
"The bar?" Yong Soo asked, "I'm not 21 though."
Francis sighed and pointed to the fake ID Yong Soo was still holding in his hand.
"Oh!" Yong Soo yelped, feeling completely mortified. "Right!"
"Maybe take a nap first," Francis said, giving him a once over. "Though, since it is a Halloween party, you could come dressed as a zombie."
-----
He was halfway through changing into his outfit when Alfred returned to the room.
He'd given up on getting any sleep, ultimately deciding that any attempt in that room would be pretty restless no matter what he did.
Not that sleeping in an actual bed had helped Alfred. He looked just as wrecked as Yong Soo did, which only made his chest tighten with even more guilt.
"Hey, you're back," Alfred said dully, unceremoniously dropping his bag on the ground before wandering over to his bed.
"Yeah," Yong Soo murmured. "Francis got me a fake ID for this party they're having down at Kirkland's. You going?"
"Maybe?" Yong Soo looked up to see Alfred giving the tail end of a shrug, his eyes downcast. "It's just that with Arthur gone and Francis… being Francis… I don't have anyone to hang out with."
Yong Soo stared at Alfred, his mouth open. His sleep deprived brain felt like it was on fire, and the mix of emotions flooding him made him feel like he was going to throw up. Thankfully he didn't.
Instead he started crying.
He knew Alfred was having some kind of reaction to that, and that he at least jumped up from the bed, but he was too consumed by the feelings overwhelming him to parse it down any further.
After a few minutes, he felt a hand tentatively touch his shoulder. He opened his eyes and wiped away some of the tears, though they continued to fall.
He was cognizant enough of Alfred standing in front of him with wide, scared eyes. "Dude?" He asked in a soft voice, which only made Yong Soo's heart hurt more.
"I'm so sorry," Yong Soo blurted out the words before he could really process them. "I'm sorry I've been such a shitty friend. I've been freaking out and taking all this out on you and that's not fair."
"Hey, hey," Alfred leaned in closer before stopping and jerking back. "I'm the one who messed everything up. I pressured you into doing that stuff and wrecked things for you and Mei. I'm a huge piece of shit."
"No you're not," Yong Soo said, forcing himself to breathe normally. "Well, I haven't talked to Mei since then so I don't know about that part of it, but you didn't pressure me into anything, okay? I wanted it, I just didn't think about what it meant, and I still don't, and... oh my god!"
Alfred lept back, pulling his hand from Yong Soo's shoulder, his expression changing from frightened concern to frightened confusion. "What?"
"I… We..." Yong Soo stammered, staring at Alfred as the wave of shocked realization rolled over him. God, was he seriously this stupid? "I haven't been a virgin for months!"
Alfred's mouth fell open, staring at Yong Soo in complete and utter surprise as his face slowly reddened.
They stayed in that holding pattern for what felt like ages, until Yong Soo felt something soft brush against his ankle, and looked down to see the cat looking up at him expectantly.
"We need to feed him," Alfred said, his voice cracking, before shaking his head, the air suddenly feeling clearer. "I got it, hang on."
Yong Soo watched in silence as Alfred scooped some of the dry food into a large ceramic dish, and by the time he was done Yong Soo felt like his head had grown clearer than it had been in weeks. And it struck him just how ridiculous all of this was.
"I really am sorry," Yong Soo said. "Mostly for ditching you these past couple of weeks, but also, I dunno. I never really thought about what we did as being…"
"I mean, it was just two friends messing around," Alfred said, standing up and looking up at him, his face still flush. "And I'm sorry too. I'd just assumed that you'd already… You know?"
Yong Soo blinked. "This is gonna sound really dumb, but I didn't think it counted since we were both guys."
Alfred was looking at him directly now, "Seriously dude?"
"I know, I'm so stupid!" Yong Soo groaned, flopping back down onto Alfred's bed. "I just… Until I came here I never met anyone who wasn't straight so I'd never really thought about it. And when we hooked up I didn't really think about it then either. And now it's all… I have no idea what I am."
Yong Soo felt the weight shift on the bed, and looked up to see Alfred sitting down next to him, glancing over nervously.
"I should have talked to you about it then," Alfred said, sighing. "I've known I was bi for ages so I just… I dunno, I feel weird asking people. But considering we had sex and everything…"
"Yeah…"
They sat there in silence for a while, letting the sudden calm wash over them. Honestly, Yong Soo was thrilled that he could feel at peace in his own dorm room again, but he was even happier that he and Alfred were talking again.
He opened his mouth to say something, but Alfred ended up speaking first.
"Wait, you haven't talked to Mei at all?"
"It's embarrassing," Yong Soo whined. "She saw me with my tongue down your throat. How do I explain that?"
"Just tell her we were fuck buddies."
"Yeah, girls love hearing that from guys who are confessing to them!"
"You still like her, huh?"
Yong Soo pressed the heels of his wrists into his eyes then pulled them away, looking up sadly at Alfred. "I really messed things up, huh?"
Alfred crossed his arms, a thoughtful expression on his face. "I mean, what happened wasn't great, but I think you'd be surprised. It's college, people are pretty open-minded."
"Really?" Yong Soo asked, making no effort to hide the derision in his voice.
Alfred shrugged, "Hey, for the last few months I thought I'd seduced my straight roommate. You never know."
Yong Soo glanced away from him and back up at the ceiling, letting everything that had happened roll around in his head. Finally, he sat up, brushing cat hair off of his shirt.
"Okay, you know what, you're right!" Yong Soo said, his voice ringing out clearly. "I'm gonna go for it!"
"That's the spirit!" Alfred said, the familiar, warm energy returning to his voice.
"Yeah, well," Yong Soo grinned sheepishly, gesturing towards his dresser, "I need your help first with this costume. I need to be the sexiest Zombie there, like, so sexy you might jump me in the Uber."
Alfred stared at him for a moment before bursting into laughter, and Yong Soo's grin widened.
-----
Yong Soo felt positively euphoric.
It was like experiencing the exact opposite of a caffeine crash. Now that he'd patched things up with Alfred he felt back to his old self. If anything, he felt better than he normally would have. He'd done a great job on his make-up. The blood splatter and dark circles under his eyes made him look sufficiently zombie-like without sacrificing his natural good looks. And of course, this zombie was only wearing designer labels tonight.
It was just the kind of mindset he needed to be in to talk to Mei again.
They hadn't exactly been avoiding each other. Well, maybe they had been at first. But once they were back in class together they were immediately hit by a massive term paper and an insanely difficult midterm. They probably wouldn't have talked all that much even if nothing had happened.
At least, that's what Yong Soo had told himself.
"Well, that was easy," Leon remarked as they made their way into the bar. Francis had been right, the bouncer had barely glanced at them, even with all the makeup and costumes.
"Shots!" Alfred responded pointing to the bar, which was already starting to draw a crowd.
"Yeah, in a minute," Leon waved dismissively before glancing at Yong Soo, who beamed back at him. "God, I can never tell what's up with you. This morning you looked like you could drop dead at any moment."
"Because I'm drop dead gorgeous?" Yong Soo winked, and Leon immediately gagged.
"Tequillllaaaaa," Alfred drolled, pointing at Yong Soo and Leon, "Shots?"
"Absolutely not," Leon said. "You almost killed me last time."
"Shots! Shots! Shots!" Alfred and Yong Soo slowly began chanting.
"You're both sick." Leon said, rolling his head back and letting out a groan. "Fine!"
They made their way over to the bar counter, fighting their way through the small throng of people that had already congregated around it. No one had gone so far as to bring props or wear anything too obtrusive, but Yong Soo could see that a lot of people went more all-out than he had.
"Bonjour," Francis called out in a sing-song voice as he slid in beside them, signaling the bartender, who immediately came over to their group.
"Thanks!" Alfred said once they'd ordered their drinks. In the end, Leon had managed to pawn his shot off onto Francis and ordered a specialty drink for himself instead.
"Happy Halloween!" Yong Soo shouted out, to a few stray cheers from around the bar.
"I mean, it's not Halloween yet, but sure!" Alfred laughed before downing his shot. In lieu of a costume, he'd simply thrown on an old bomber jacket and slicked his hair back, unwilling to put on his actual Halloween costume early.
"Glad to see you're back in good spirits," Francis grinned, clapping him on the back. "I guess you didn't need the party to sort out…" he stopped, casting glances at Alfred and Leon before adding, "...uh, the thing you were confused about."
"Oh, I didn't figure out any of that stuff," Yong Soo shrugged. "I mean, I talked to Alfred and we decided it wasn't a big deal that we hook up, so I'll figure that all out later."
Leon choked on his drink, and Francis merely stared at Yong Soo open mouthed. For his part, Alfred started laughing again.
"I know I said it wasn't a big deal dude," he said, trying to compose himself, "But people are still gonna react and shit."
Yong Soo sighed, "There's really only one other person who's reaction I care about right now. I mean, if she'll talk to me."
"If you mean Mei," Leon said, still looking a little bit dazed, "she's here somewhere with Liên, at least according to her Instagram story."
"What! Really?" Yong Soo looked around wildly, pivoting on his feet to try and see over the crowd.
"I saw Liên head over there before," Francis said, gesturing to a corner across from where they were standing. "She has that terrible mask on. Oh, is that your friend with her?"
Yong Soo craned his neck, immediately spotting the woman in the grotesque mask. He cast his gaze around the area surrounding her, "I don't… Oh! There she is!"
The dark brown fabric Mei wore almost made her fade into the background of the room, but he'd recognize that stray strand of hair anywhere. Like Alfred, she had opted for more of a ‘look' rather than wearing a costume.
"Da-ze," Yong Soo smiled, dropping back down on his heels. "She looks so cute."
"Well, go talk to her!" Alfred said, softly nudging him. Yong Soo thought he saw a defeated look flash across Alfred's face, but as soon as he registered it, it was replaced with that same upbeat grin he'd had all night.
Open-minded, huh? He thought to himself, pushing the uneasy feeling in his stomach back down as he turned to Francis and Leon. "Who wants to be my wingman?"
"Oh, absolutely not," Leon said, as Francis and Alfred both shook their heads.
"Ouch," Yong Soo said, clutching his chest in mock despair. "I can't believe my closest friends, my boys, if you will, are abandoning me in my hour of need!"
"Liên's mad at me," Francis said, an embarrassed grin plastered on his face. "I don't think I'd be doing you any favors."
"Oh, I'm an excellent wingman," Leon said, taking a sip of his drink. "I just don't want to."
Alfred merely shrugged, and Yong Soo got the message loud and clear. The guy she caught me making out with would make a crappy wingman.
"Well, guess I'm going in solo!" Yong Soo said, beating his chest. He turned back to the corner where Mei was hanging out. Liên had pulled her mask up over her head and was chatting with a couple of people dressed like Power Rangers, but Mei was quietly staring down at her drink. Really, it couldn't have been a more low-stakes setup than this.
He grabbed the drink out of Leon's hand and quickly downed the rest of it.
"Ahhhh. Flavored vodka, really?" Yong Soo gagged.
"Like, what the actual hell?" Leon said, staring incredulously at his hand that had been holding the glass only moments earlier.
"I'll get you another one later!" Yong Soo waved his hand over his head as he started walking away from them and through the crowd.
He had no idea what he was going to say to her, really. How did someone explain themselves out of a situation like this, and also tack on ‘Oh, by the way, I really like you. Wanna go out with me?' at the end?
By the time he was near her, his anxiety was starting to peak. Maybe this had been a mistake.
But then she looked up. She locked eyes with him right away, and she did the last thing he expected her to do.
She smiled.
It wasn't a polite smile, at least, he didn't think so. No, this felt genuine. She was actually happy to see him. He felt all the tension in his body melt away, and a big, goofy smile spread across his face.
"Looks like someone got into an accident," Mei laughed, gesturing to the blood stain on the side of his head.
"I didn't make it," He said, hanging his head in mock grief. "Now I'm cursed to walk the earth, hungry for brains."
Mei laughed. God, she had such a great laugh. He never thought he'd get to hear it again, much less be the cause of it.
"Listen…" He said, his words suddenly catching in his throat. "I- What you saw… Well…"
"It's okay," Mei said, the smile on her face suddenly feeling very sad. "You don't have to explain. I was just surprised, since you and Alfred-"
"It's not what you think!" Yong Soo blurted out. "I mean, it's college, we were just, you know? At least, I think that's all? I wasn't really taking any of it seriously and I just, I mean, god, I really like you and I'm so mad I messed things up with us. Not that there was an ‘us'. I…"
He trailed off, the entire incomprehensible word jumble he'd just vomited out echoing in his head. Mei simply stared at him, mouth open with shock. The two of them stood there for a moment, neither unable to do or say anything.
"So… uh…."
The new voice in his ear snapped him out of his trance, and he turned to see Liên standing next to them, waves of exhaustion rolling off of her. "I'm not going to pretend I understood any of what that was, and I've had a long week. I'm gonna get another drink. Please be done talking about this when I get back."
Liên turned and walked away, shaking her head. A moment later, Mei burst out into laughter.
Yong Soo shoved his hands in his pockets, looking at her sheepishly. "Sorry to dump all that on you."
"No, no, it's fine," Mei giggled, wiping a tear from her eye. "And you know what, you're right. It's college. Maybe we don't need to take all this quite so seriously just yet."
"Yeah…" Yong Soo said, starting to feel his anxiety spike again.
"Oh, no, I'm not mocking you," She said, smiling up at him with a mischievous glimmer in her eyes, "I just think maybe we're overthinking this, don't you?"
Yong Soo wasn't sure who'd kissed who. Hell, maybe they'd both made their move at the same time. Either way, his mouth was suddenly pressed against Mei's and his arms were wrapped around her body, and his brain felt like it was going to short-circuit.
"Wow." He was unable to stop the word from escaping his lips as soon as they parted from Mei's.
"For what it's worth," She said, brushing her hair out of her face and glancing down, "You make a really handsome zombie."
"Y- you're really pretty!" Yong Soo sputtered.
"You really are new at this huh," Mei giggled, and Yong Soo felt his face flush with embarrassment. "You are a good kisser though."
"I've kissed lots of people before," He said, unable to stop himself from digging himself deeper into this hole. "I mean, not just Alfred."
Mei smiled and tilted her head, and Yong Soo suddenly realized she was looking past him. He turned, and registered that Liên had awkwardly attached herself to his group, and they were all obviously watching them despite a surface level attempt to act casual. Well, Leon might not actually have been watching them, it was hard to tell.
But it was Alfred who immediately drew Yong Soo's eye. He didn't look particularly upset, but there was something decidedly weary in his stance. Like something he had long ago resigned himself to had come to pass. And in a way, it had.
And it made Yong Soo's heart hurt.
"You like him too."
Yong Soo whipped his head back around, immediately caught off guard by Mei's proclamation. "I- No, I mean, maybe, I… I really like you!"
"Oh, I know that," Mei said, reaching out and grabbing his shoulder reassuringly. "I'm not jealous. I was just thinking that, maybe if we really want to figure all this out… we need to be willing to really be open about it."
"What are you saying?" Yong Soo asked, feeling his breathing becoming more shallow.
"I'm saying…" Mei pursed her lips, clearly weighing her words. "It's college. And isn't Halloween the perfect time to be a little bit bad?"
Yong Soo felt like he was going to pass out, but steadied himself. This was not how he pictured this conversation going at all, but he couldn't say he was unhappy with the direction. "Are you sure?"
"Right now I am," She shrugged, "We can figure all this out later, right?"
"Or maybe," Yong Soo said, leaning over, doing his best to sound more teasing than seductive, "You just like watching guys kissing."
"Well…" Mei's voice trailed off, and Yong Soo pulled back to see her desperately avoiding his gaze.
Da-ze, Yong Soo grinned, grabbing Mei's hand. "Do you wanna get out of here and get some air? This is certainly a lot to think about, and I think we might both be a little buzzed."
Mei smiled, looking back up at him. "I'd like that."
Their friends didn't hide the fact that they were watching the couple as they walked past them, hand in hand. Francis and Liên looked positively dumbfounded, while Leon simply stared at them crossly and gestured to the bar.
"Next time," Yong Soo mouthed, and Leon stuck out his tongue and gave him a thumbs down.
His gaze turned to Alfred last, and his friend did look genuinely happy for him, even with that same undercurrent of melancholy as before.
He leaned over to Mei and began whispering in her ear. She stared back up at him, and then glanced back at their friends, before whispering back.
Yong Soo let go of her hand and walked back to the group, heart pounding in his chest.
"Get whatever you want," He said, absentmindedly handing Leon a ten dollar bill without looking at him. Instead he was focused on Alfred, whose expression has shifted to one of confused surprise.
"Listen, this is gonna sound really, really weird, but did you mean what you said about college and being open-minded?" The words spilled out of Yong Soo like a fountain, and he was suddenly worried Alfred wouldn't understand any of it.
The blond furrowed his brow. "I mean, yeah. Why?"
Yong Soo couldn't explain it any more. He'd struggled to string together words all night and he just wanted to get straight to the point.
He leaned over and grabbed Alfred by the collar of his jacket, pulling him into a kiss.
Alfred seemed stunned for a moment, standing stiffly before quickly melting into it. The sensation made Yong Soo grin, which broke the kiss, and he pulled away just in time to see confused wonder spread across his friend's face.
"See you later!" Yong Soo said, giving him a salute, turning and bounding away, past the shocked faces of his friends and the other bar patrons, toward Mei's outstretched hand. As they barrelled out the door, he could hear Alfred's laugh ring out throughout the bar, all trace of sadness or defeat gone. Instead it had that familiar, uninhibited joy that made his heart race.
Mei was laughing too, their hands entangled as they broke through the crowd at the entrance of the bar and out onto the street.
I don't care what anyone says, Yong Soo thought as he raced off into the night. Black cats are definitely good luck.
Title: Lighting the Jack-o'-lantern
Fandom: Supernatural
Challenge:
spooktoberchallenge, Day 3: Trick or Treating / Kinktober, Day 8: Hate-fucking/Angry SexRating: Explicit
Word Count: 1644
Characters/Pairings: Belphegor/Dean Winchester, Castiel, Jack Kline (sort of)
Notes/Warnings: Despite the title, there is no fire in this fic. It's there for the pun and nothing more. The same warnings that come with the Belphegor character as he's depicted in canon apply here as well. Also contains vague spoilers for Season 15, Episode 3. Additionally, this fic heavily references the fact that Belphegor is possessing Jack's body and contains several pseudo-incestuous allusions and as a result. Also, some violence. (This warning is probably too long for how mild this fic actually is.)
Summary: On Halloween, Belphegor decides to have some fun with Dean while they're alone in the bunker.
Read @ AO3
"Trick or Treat!"
Dean glanced up from the book he was reading, reeling back at the sight. "Fuck, what is wrong with you?"
Bephegor grinned back at him, leaning out across the table further. He wasn't wearing his glasses, leaving the burnt away eyeholes clearly visible for the first time in ages. And it was obvious why, as he'd painted his face to look like carved pumpkin.
"Like my costume?"
"No," Dean said simply, looking back down at his book.
"It's a pun. You know, Jack-o'-lantern?"
Dean paused for a moment before looking back up, frowning at Belphegor, who was sitting up on the table with his arms up in the air in a ‘ta-dah' motion.
"Cas will barbecue your ass if he sees that. Go clean up."
"Ah come on," Belphegor said, placing his hands down on the table and pushing himself up. "I have this hot new body and I don't even get to have fun with my look? I mean come on, you have to admit that was clever."
"Not in the mood."
"Too bad, because I am."
Dean felt the table vibrate and looked up to see Belphegor standing up on it.
"Get down," He said, pushing the chair back and standing up as well.
Belphegor merely gave him that familiar detached smirk, though the pumpkin make-up made it look sinister in a way it didn't normally. "Come on Dean," he said, walking across the table until he was standing at the edge of the table, staring down at him. "It's been ages since we've, how do the kids say it, messed around. Don't you wanna have a little fun?"
Dean glanced at the doorway and hesitated.
"They're gonna be gone for ages. Sam and Rowena are off somewhere collecting herbs by moonlight for some spell, and Castiel's been awol ever since you chewed him out after the thing in Harlan. I mean come on," Belphegor said, reaching for the zipper on his jeans, "it's Halloween!"
Dean leaned over and grabbed Belphegor by the back of the ankles, pulling them out from underneath him and sending the demon crashing down onto the table, scattering a number of papers and the book Dean was reading onto the ground.
"Fuck yes," Belphegor exhaled, staring up at the ceiling with a big goofy grin on his face.
Dean sat back down and pulled the chair closer to the table, positioning himself between Belphegor's sprawled legs, before yanking on the demon's jeans, quickly and roughly pulling them down and off.
"No underwear? Really?" Dean growled. Belphegor raised his head up, still grinning with that dumb pumpkin face. Dean's view of it was partially blocked, however, by Belphegor's cock, which was standing straight up, hard as a rock.
Well, it was Jack's cock, but Dean didn't like thinking about it that way. He didn't like thinking about a lot of things anymore. Instead, he pulled Belphegor's crotch closer to the edge of the table, and bent down to swallow as much of the demon's dick as he could.
"Fuck," He heard Belphegor murmur again.
Dean hadn't sucked many dicks before, but this was one of the nicer ones. It tasted clean, oddly enough, and it was big, but not so big he had trouble taking it in his mouth. Not to mention that Belphegor seemed to get off on him doing all the work, so he didn't have to contend with getting choked halfway through.
What he really liked about it though were the soft moans and grunts that Belphegor made between whatever dumb remark flew out of his mouth. Before Belphegor, he'd been going through a bit of a dry spell, and it felt nice to make someone who liked him feel this good. Even if that someone happened to be a demon who liked him for the wrong reasons.
Hell, maybe that was the selling point here. One didn't have casual sex with the demon possessing the body of your dead adopted son because you were right in the head.
After a few minutes, Belphegor began to lightly thrust upward, the only sign he gave when he was ready to cum. Dean quickly pulled his head up, and Belphegor let out a whine, reaching his hand out to push Dean back down onto his dick before the man smacked it away.
"You wanted a treat right?" Dean said, slightly annoyed that he was playing along with Belphegor's charade.
Belphegor was panting, staring up at Dean as he unzipped his own jeans and took out his cock, pressing it up against his entrance. Dean knew Belphegor liked it more when it hurt, but he suspected that by now his body could probably take all of him easily without much prep.
"Daddy," Belphegor said, and Dean reached down and wrapped his hands around the demon's throat.
"You're not getting this dick if you call me that," he growled.
Belphegor laughed. That same, mocking laugh that all demons seemed to have no matter who they were possessing. Dean clenched his teeth, angry at how much the sound now turned him.
"No problemo Dean," Belphegor choked out. "Just please, Mr. Winchester, I need you to stir up my guts. Make it hurt."
Dean let go of the demon's neck, and immediately thrust his hips forward.
Belphegor let out a groan, arching his back upward as Dean forced inch after inch of cock inside his body. "That's it," he hissed. "Use me like a fleshlight. Break me in half."
Dean looked down at Belphegor's cock, still wet and sticky with his saliva, hard and twitching, lying flat against his t-shirt. Following some instinct, he reached down and grabbed Belphegor by the hips, sliding his hands up under his shirt and pulling it up, revealing his flat stomach, with a light treasure trail leading up to his belly button.
"Like looking at Jack's body, huh?"
Dean's head snapped up, boring more hole into the demon's stupid, painted face. "What the fuck did you just say?"
"Come on Dean," Belphegor said. "You're not fucking me for my winning personality. How long did you wanna fuck this Jack fella?"
"Shut the fuck up," Dean said, involuntarily thrusting forward, sending a shiver of pleasure through the demon's body.
"You never did when he was alive, our first time made that obvious," Belphegor continued, panting, "but you wanted a taste of this forbidden fruit, didn't you? This kid must've reeked with hormones, I'm surprised you were able to keep your hands off of him."
"You don't get to talk about him like that!" Dean yelled, thrusting forward again and again, each time more violently.
"I can talk about him however I want," Belphegor chucked, drool starting to leak out the sides of his mouth as Dean picked up the pace. "We're both inside of him."
Dean smacked him across the face.
"Yeah, there he is," Belphegor yelled out, turning to look back up at him. Dean had smeared the make-up, and combined with the red splotch on his cheek, it made Belphegor look more sinister than he ever had.
Nothing like Jack.
Dean gripped the demon's hips and began plowing into him in earnest, the rage inside him making him want to breed even more. For his part, Belphegor seemed to be done talking, lost in the euphoria of Dean pounding deep into him, rubbing against his prostate with each thrust. He clenched down on Dean's dick, clearly doing his best to milk the man of his seed, and the feeling was driving Dean crazy. In this respect, Belphegor wasn't all talk. He was an excellent cock sleeve, and he clearly loved it when Dean used him like one.
Face aside, Dean had to admit to himself that he did make a pretty picture. He had a lean, muscled stomach and calves, and was easily the best piece of ass he'd ever fucked. Belphegor's enthusiasm certainly helped. Dean got the distinct impression that the demon had died a virgin all those centuries ago, so to get railed by someone like Dean probably felt like winning the lottery.
Dean didn't trust Belphegor with a lot of things, but he believed him when he told Dean how hot he was. Maybe that was the real reason he was doing this, because deep down, Dean didn't doubt how much Belphegor wanted him. It was certainly a more appealing explanation than the alternatives.
It felt nice to be wanted by someone.
Belphegor cried out, arms crashing down into the table as his whole body started to shake, as he reached his peak. Rope after rope of cum shot out, coating his exposed stomach and the bunched up t-shirt at the top of his torso. Hell, a little of it even landed on the demon's face.
The sight of it, hell, the smell of it too, sent Dean over the edge. He pulled Belphegor closer to him, thrusting in as deep as he could as he came - harder than he had in weeks. He let out a strangled cry, looking away from Belphegor and in front of him at-
Fuck.
One moment Castiel was standing there, a look of unbridled horror on his face, and the next he was gone. The sight stayed with Dean as he rode out the rest of his orgasm.
He felt numb, pulling out of the body underneath him. Belphegor looked up at him with what he was pretty sure was a content expression. His cheek was still red, and Dean was pretty sure he could see bruises starting to form on the back on his arms where he'd hit the table. He was still covered in his own cum, with Dean's starting to leak out of his very used hole.
Belphegor opened his mouth, and said, with his usual smarmy tone, "Thanks for the treat… My trick was pretty good too, right?"