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Flug giving his boss a blow job right in the middle of a call withs frustrating customer. Hearing his boss gasp and stutter while trying to talk every time he swallows around blackhat’s cock has Flug almost cumming in his pants without even being touched.

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Name your price

Summary: Flug is a regular scientist who just can’t seem to get his inventions noticed. So being tired and desperate for results he makes a deal with a demon to grant him his wish of becoming a world famous scientist. What could possibly be the price of fame?

Warnings: NSFW, paperhat, religious themes, mentions of blood, orgasm denial, not edited cuz I had to be faster than my adhd brain before it became uninterested in writing

Word count: 6,105k

Translations: cariño- darling

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Flug stood at a large wooden table he was using as a make shift alter at the center of a huge pentagram he had carved in to the wooden floor boards of an abandoned church. It had once been a place of worship to the early Christians in the 1800s but now lay ruined and decaying: a hollow shell of its former glory. The stained glass windows panes that had once been pristine and gleaming in the sunlight were now broken and caked over with dirt. The whole church seemed to have been swallowed up by the earth as vines covered up most of the inside of the walls and ceiling almost as if it was trying to pull the church down into the earth. Wooden pews having long since rotted away revealing to be infested with termites and other insects. The room was illuminated by the moons light spilling in from the broken windows at the front of the church and the black candles flug had set at the each of the points of the pentagram. He ground a mixture of herbs together with his motar and pestle in a clockwise motion trying not to let his nerves get the best of him. Flug was by no means a religious man by any definition of the word. He was a man of science after all but he was desperate. He had been trying for years to create inventions that would change the world. He did have some good inventions but nothing that would get the recognition he wanted. Something that would be world renowned and have his name echoed on throughout history of time like Einstein or Tesla.

About a year ago he had presented the heroes with weapons and armor that would keep them safe from harm against villains. He demonstrated for them that the armor was A.I. functioning so that it would be able to focus on keeping them safe from harm while the heroes minds were free to concentrate on fighting only. Flug did a quick demonstration showing just how capable his invention was. He looked proudly on his invention as it decimated their targets with quick proficiency and accuracy. He turned back to the heroes and waited for their words of praise. But the heroes were not impressed but horrified at the destruction his weapons had caused. They turned him away saying that his inventions were too dangerous and destructive. They told him that no one but a villain would ever want something like that. So with that verdict being passed they took away his credibility as a scientist and banned him from creating anything else otherwise he’d be arrested on the spot for creating weapons of mass destruction. Well he’d show them. He’d create something so great and so magnificent they’d have no choice but to recognize his genius and innovation.

He poured the mixture in to a stone bowl and drenched it in alcohol. He then lit a match and threw it in to the bowl. The herbs were engulfed in a tall bluish flame that crackled and sputtered. Flug looked to the leather bound book perched up on the alter for consultation.

After his humiliating dismissal by the heroes. Flug had decided that if his dream was ever going to take flight he’d need the help of someone extremely intelligent and powerful. He remembered the old stories from his childhood from his grandmother about beings that could help you if you were willing to pay the right price.

Flug traveled back to his childhood home in Oaxaca, Mexico to seek guidance on the matter from his grandmother. She was the wise woman of the city. Anything of the spiritual nature that the people were suffering from or needed knowledge on she was the one they went to. Of course as a child back then he had thought she was crazy and was just trying to be scary so he would listen to her. But now he wondered. How much truth was there to the demon legends. After all don’t all legends have some shreds of truth to them.

She gave him a worn out black leather bound book with old and browning pages that looked like it had seen better days judging by all the cracks that adorned the skin of the covers. She had instructed him which ritual to perform to summon a demon that would grant him his hearts desire. But to be cautious with what he promised the demon because once the deal was done it would have to be carried out or the demon would take his soul instead as payment. So that’s what led him to be at this abandoned church on a full moon. He wasn’t even sure if the moon needed to be full for this to work but it had felt right at the time. If anything the only bad thing that could happen is that the ritual wouldn’t work and he could add it to the list of disappointing things to happen in his life, so far.

Shadows danced along the walls in the firelight as he chanted the old Latin words; his voice reverberating off the walls making it sound as if there were others chanting in sync with him. At the end of the last verse he picked up a black tourmaline knife; it glinted in the moon light. Flug cut a line across his palm blood dripping from the cut as he squeezed his hand over the fire and in to the bowl. He waited a few moments but nothing happened. Flug felt disappointment and anger gnawing at his chest and a lump forming in his throat. Of course this wasn’t going to work nothing ever went the way Flug wanted it to. Just as he was about to step out of the pentagram the candles all blew out drenching the room in darkness save for the stray rays of moonlight coming from the windows above him.

Flug’s heart beat faster, the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end as the feeling of fear creeped up his spine in the eerily silence of the room. Flugs breathing sounding too loud to his own ears as he strained his eyes watching for any movement in the darkness. He jumped startled by the clapping coming from one of the pews behind him. He turned and saw a shadowy figure sitting in the front row watching him.

“Who’s there show yourself?!”

“You know I’m impressed that you even got it right on the first try. Usually humans need a bit of practice before they summon anything correctly. You must’ve wanted to meet me pretty badly.” said the figure in an old world accent. He stood up from the rotting pew and walked in to the moon light at the edge of the pentagram. He was a handsome tall and thin man with a dark complexion and a wide mouth with two rows of white sharp pointed teeth that showed as he spoke. The figure looked as if he had just stepped out of the 1800s and was ready for a night at a high event party. He had his arms clasped behind his back staring at Flug with intense black eyes as if he could see directly in to Flug’s soul.

“Who are you?”

“I am the one they call blackhat.” He took off his top hat giving Flug a small bow before straitening back up. “Fortunate for you I happened to hear a pathetic and desperate cry for help and felt compelled to answer.”

“It wasn’t pathetic and desperate.” Flug argued back crossing his arms over his chest.

The creatures smile only widened at Flug’s denial. “Of course how rude of me I must be mistaken. It was probably some other humans pathetic cry for help.”

“Look I summoned you here for a reason and it sure as hell was not to make fun of me.” Flug scowled at the smirking demon.

“Well then go on tell me what is it you desire.” He flicked his forked tongue out reminding Flug of a snake.

“I want you to grant my wish of being a world famous inventor. I want everyone to know my name in every corner of the world and recognize my genius for what it is.”

“Ahh vanity my most favorite of sins.“ blackhat chuckled darkly. “But you do understand how big of a request that is don’t you?”

“I was under the impression that you could grant any wish.” Flug hoped the demon could otherwise this was all for nothing and he was back directly where he had started.

“Of course I can. But what I’m asking is, how are you going to pay for my services? I don’t see an offerings laid out anywhere.” Backhat feigned looking around. “No meats or sacrifices of any kind. Not even a damn glass of wine. I’m not doing this for free you know.”

Flug had known this wouldn’t be free. According to the book the more personal the offering the better the results. “I give you myself.”

“What?” Blackhat looked at him with a confused look on his face as if he couldn’t fathom what he just heard.

“I give you my body, it’s all I have of any value.”

Blackhat’s eyes raked over him from head to toe silently appraising him. “You say that I can have you and yet you hide behind your protection wards. Kind of a mixed signal if you ask me.”

“Well how can I trust that you won’t kill me and eat my soul if I take down my protection circle.”

“A demon’s promise is their word. Can’t go breaking promises to my customers now can I. It’s bad for business.”

“Then swear on it.”

“What?”

“Give me your word or no deal.”

Blackhat rolled his eyes placing his right hand over his heart and said “I swear on my honor as a demon not to kill you and eat your soul if you take down your protections.” He spat out the last word with disgust as if it were a curse.

“Do demons have honor?” Flug said genuinely curious.

“More than you humans will ever know of or have combined.” Blackhat smiled coldly.

Flug picked up the tourmaline knife and walked over to the edge of the pentagram directly in front of blackhat. He bent down and drove it in to one of the sigils carved on to the floor boards at blackhat’s feet officially breaking the wards.

Blackhat stepped in to the circle walking towards Flug who took a step back for each step forward blackhat took till his lower back hit the edge of the alter.

Blackhat bent down caging Flug in with both arms on either side of him bringing his face mere inches from Flug’s. “What was that you said about giving your self to me cariño?” Flug’s breath caught in his throat at the sultry tone the demons voice had take on.

Flug collected himself just enough to barely answer. “I’m yours for the night. Whatever you want me to do I’ll do.”

Blackhat brought one of his hands up behind Flug’s neck sliding it up under his bag to tangle his fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck as he trailed his lips up his throat inhailing his scent as he went. Lavender and rainwater what an intoxicating smell blackhat thought. Flug tilted his head giving blackhat more room. Blackhat’s long smooth tongue licking a hot strip up Flug’s neck tasting the salt and sweat on his skin. Flug gasped as blackhat gently bit down on his jugular before releasing it and placing a soft kiss there. He went further up and placed his mouth against Flug’s covered ear. “You will address me as sir or lord do you understand.” Flug nodded not trusting his voice at the moment.

Blackhat’s hand released his hair and slid down around Flug’s throat in a lose but firm hold. “Say it. I want to hear you say it.” His voice low and demanding left no room for argument.

Flug looked blackhat in those intense eyes as he spoke his voice barely above a whisper. “Yes sir lord blackhat.”

“Good now kneel for your new lord why don’t you.” Flug got on his knees not needing to be told twice excitement swirled in his belly from being ordered around. He watched as blackhat unbuckled his belt and slowly unzipped his pants. Blackhat hooked his thumbs on the top of his boxers and slid them down just enough to release his half hard length. It was a good 9 inches and a thick girth. Flug’s mouth watered at the sight of it alone. He fleetingly wondered how he’d fit it inside of him.

Blackhat slid his hand up under Flug’s bag slowly lifting it up a silent question of permission. Flug nodded letting blackhat take off his paper bag revealing short messy jet black hair and light green eyes with a wide thick jagged scar that ran across his face from his right temple to the left side of his jaw. It had been so long since he’d let anyone touch let alone see his face.

Flug shuddered feeling the cool leather of blackhat’s finger tips gently gliding over his scar. “It’s truly a shame you wear that bag over your head when your this pretty.” He slid his hand down to Flug’s cheek rubbing the smoth material of his gloved thumb across Flug’s pink pouty lips watching as his face blushed a pretty shade of pink. He can’t be more than 25 thought blackhat. “So young and pretty aren’t you.”

“You don’t have to lie I’m already going to do whatever you want so cut it out.” Flug pushed blackhats hand away. “And I’m not pretty can’t you see the huge ugly scar on my face.” Flug gestured with his hand feeling very naked and exposed. He knew the demon was lying. Nobody had ever called him handsome or pretty in all his life. Flug knew what he was and how he looked. Why did the demon have to rub salt on the wound like this?

He doesn’t even know why he wanted blackhat to see his face. No that wasn’t true and he knew it. He wanted to be seen for once. Usually people never questioned the bag and were happy to fuck him and then ditch him. Not so much as a good bye or an offer to help clean him up. But this was different. He wanted to know blackhat was looking at him really looking at him and only him with that lustful expression and to know without a doubt that he wasn’t seeing anyone else but Flug even if it was just for this fleeting moment. Flug wanted to feel what it was to be truly desired and wanted.

“Oh I see it but I still think your very pretty mi cariño.” He tilted Flug’s chin up as he bent down placing a soft kiss on his lips. Flug gasped at the tenderness the demon was showing him. He had expected blackhat to just to be a selfish brute that was going to be rough and cruel taking what he wanted. But this was unexpected to say the least. Blackhat took advantage of Flug’s startled state to deepen the kiss letting his tongue explore every inch of Flug’s mouth weaving his fingers in flugs hair angling him the way he wanted him. Flug moaned in to blackhat’s mouth as he felt blackhat run his forked tongue over his teeth and the roof of his mouth. Flug want so badly to touch blackhat but he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to. Blackhat must’ve sensed his dilemma because the next thing Flug knew the demon broke away from the kiss to grab both his hands and place them on his shoulders.

“You want to touch me don’t you? You can touch me I don’t mind.” Blackhat said against Flug’s lips a sly smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. How could he resist such a tempting offer like that. Flug leaned forward this time initiating the kiss slipping his tongue in between the seam of the demons lips asking for entrance. Blackhat opened his mouth reciprocating the kiss letting Flug take the lead. Flug ran his tongue over blackhat’s sharp teeth and shivered as he felt Blackhat’s tongue brush up against his. He wondered just how sensitive the snake like tongue was as he sucked on it. Flug heard blackhat release a deep growl breaking away from the kiss.

Blackhat was loving how Flug tried to chase after his lips whining as he straightened up. His cock now fully hard was more impressive than before.

“Here cariño since your so eager to suck on something.” Blackhat held his cock up with one hand rubbing the tip against Flug’s now puffy wet lips getting pre all over his mouth and placing the other hand on the top of Flug’s head. It looked so erotic the white contrasting against the dark pink. Blackhat had to hold himself back from just shoving his cock all the way down Flug’s throat.

Flug gazed up at blackhat through his lashes as he kissed the tip and gave it soft kitten licks lifting his hand to replace blackhat’s hand with his own lazily stroking the demons shaft.

“I wish you could see your self right now. Ohh yes, what a sinful expression you have on. Does It really excite you so much to suck on my cock?”

Yes thought Flug already almost fully hard in his own pants without even being touched.

Flug slowly swirled his tongue around the tip before taking it in to his mouth sucking on it before releasing it with a wet pop. Blackhat hissed tightening his hands on Flug’s head as Flug kept bobbing and sucking only on the tip occasionally licking up the underside teasing the sensitive glands under the tip.

“Such an attentive human aren’t you are.” Blackhat smiled a cocky smile but his voice was tight and hoarse as he looked down at Flug with half lidded eyes filled with desire. “Show me how much you can really handle.”

Flug put his hand down letting blackhat push the tip back in to his mouth as he slowly thrust in and out. Flug could feel blackhats cock throbbing on his tongue as he hollowed his cheeks with every slow drag out. There was almost this sweet and unique flavor to the demons pre. Flug sucked harder tightening his lips making lewd slurping sounds as drool dripped down his chin wanting nothing more than to taste more of it on his tongue. Blackhat began to pick up the pace thrusting in a little faster till he hit the back of Flug’s throat. Flug gaged around the tip making Blackhat let out a choked out moan through clenched teeth; his fingers tightening almost painfully in Flug’s hair. Flug pulled off the demons cock turning his head coughing and needing air.

“Are you alright?” He said sounding winded himself. “Forgive my enthusiasm. It has been a while since I’ve done this sort of thing. I had forgotten just how pleasurable company can be.”

“I’m fine.”Flug said coughing as he wiped the spit from his chin. “Your just too big sir.”

“Nonsense you can take me can’t you Flug?” Flug shuddered at the way his name fell from blackhat’s lips with such lust in his voice. He’d never heard his name said in such away by anyone before. Blackhat put his hands on flugs face gently wiping away the tears from his eyes with his thumbs. “You’ve been so good for me. I know you can take me cariño. Just give my hand a squeeze if you need some air alright?” Flug nodded letting blackhat guide his he’d back down to his cock. Blackhat slowly slid his cock back in to his mouth not stopping till the tip was at the back of Flug’s throat again. Flug took a deep breath and relaxed his throat letting the head slip in. Tears streamed down his face as he concentrated on relaxing his throat letting blackhat fully sheath himself in his mouth. He swore he could feel every ridge and vein on the demons cock as he gagged around it. Blackhat’s thighs tense and tremble under Flug’s palms. It made his confidence skyrocket knowing he could wring such a reaction from the cocky demon with only his mouth. Flug moaned around blackhat as he felt the demons claws gently scraped his scalp. A deep distorted growl came from above him. Flug took a hand off blackhat’s thighs and tried to palm himself through his jeans wanting to relieve some of the pressure on himself but a couple of tentacles wrapped around his wrists and secured his arms behind his back.

“You’ll come when I tell you to understand?” Flug let out a whine as he could only nod seeing as his mouth was currently occupied.

Flug hollowed his cheeks as he felt Blackhat pull back till only the head of his cock was left inside his mouth. Flug took a breath just as blackhat thrust back in to the hilt. He started a fast pace practically fucking Flug’s face. It made Flug dizzy and hot all over to be used this way by the demon; his cock twitching in his jeans. As if he was blackhats own personal flesh light. He supposed he was just that at the moment. Not that he was complaining.

Blackhat’s eyes were screwed shut, panting and growling as his thrusts startes to become uneven and sloppy. How could this feel so good? Blackhat had been with countless partners but never had anyone made him this dizzy with want. He wanted to claim and mark this human as his own. Blackhat could feel himself nearing his end. His cock feeling as though it was melting in the soft wet cavern of the scientist’s throat as he swallowed him down each time just sitting there and taking it as he stared up at blackhat with those big doe green eyes. Flugs pretty lips stretched around his cock looking as though he could barely fit it in at all. It was the sexiest fucking thing blackhat had ever seen.

Flug could sense blackhat was nearing his end by the way his cock was twitching. A few thrusts later and he was coming down Flug’s throat letting out a loud distorted cry as he held flugs head down in place. Flug swallowed down every last drop. He felt blackhat’s legs tremble every time he swallowed. It was cute.

Blackhat relaxed his grip letting Flug pull back some keeping the tip in his mouth, still sucking trying to catch the last weak spurts of blackhat’s come on his tongue.

“You like how I taste?” Blackhat smirked. His eyes glowing bright red in the dark like coals that had been raked over an open flame.

“You taste good sir.” Flug said in a low raspy voice looking up at blackhat his eyes dark with arousal as he licked his lips.

In a flash Blackhat pulled him up roughly by the front of his shirt and turned him around as he knocked everything off the alter with a swipe of his tentacle bending Flug face first over the table; Flugs wrists restrained above his head with blackhat’s tentacles.

“Ow! You don’t have to be so rough! Just ask me you ass.” Flug threw him annoyed look over his shoulder.

“Oh you think that was rough.” Blackhat whispered in to Flug’s ear as he leaned over him unbuttoning his jeans. “I haven’t even begun to show you just how rough I can be.” He pulled Flug’s pants and underwear down in one go to mid thigh exposing his ass.

He pulled apart Flug’s cheeks and licked a strip up his balls to his hole. Flug gasped and thrust back against blackhat’s face trying to more of that warm appendage. Blackhat pressed the tip of his tongue against Flug’s hole feeling the resistance give after a few tries. Flug rested his forehead against the table his arms having given out as blackhat’s wonderful tongue started to thrust in and out of him. Eating him out with such vigor as if he had never had something so delicious in his entire life.

“Please, please, just put your cock in already!” Flug was almost there just a little more and he’d be coming before they had gotten to the best part.

Flug let out an embarrassingly loud moan as Blackhat withdrew his tongue. “No no no don’t stop.” Flug pleaded his cock leaking pre on to the floor so close to coming.

“Your more needy than I thought you’d be doctor.” He rubbed his fingers over Flug’s hole before pressing in to the knuckle. Blackhat groaned at the tightness.

Flug moaned loving how far in blackhat’s long talented fingers reached inside him stretching him open with scissoring motions. Blackhat nipped gently at flugs sensitive ears as he thrust his fingers in and out of him. “Your clamping down so hard and it’s just my fingers. I’m going mad just imaging how I’m about to bury myself in you over and over again filling you up with my cum. You’d like that wouldn’t you cariño?” Blackhat’s filthy words making Flug blush harder than ever.

“Then do it already. What are you waiting for damn it?” Flug hissed as a hard smack landed on his ass.

“Manners.” Blackhat bared his teeth as he leveled Flug with a hard glare.

Not wanting to really anger the demon Flug held the curses on the tip of his tongue in. He looked over his shoulder giving blackhat his best impression of a sultry stare hoping he looked sexy and not stupid. “I’m sorry sir. Please sir give me your cock. Make me feel good. Please I really need you. I can’t stand it anymore. I wanna come on your cock. Please.”

“That’s better.” Flug groaned as blackhat withdrew his fingers completely.

Blackhat spit on his hand lubing up his cock. He lined himself up with Flug and began to press in. Flug felt the tip of blackhat’s cock enter him. He hissed at the uncomfortable stretch and just closed his eyes concentrating on breathing. Blackhats thrusts were slow and controlled going deeper a little more each time till he bottomed out inside of Flug. Blackhat held still letting Flug adjust to him. He groaned feeling the velvety soft walls massaging him trying to pull him in deeper. Eventually Flug felt the burning stretch subside. He wiggled his hips trying to test it.

“Don’t move unless you want me to hurt you fool.” Blackhat rasped as he held Flug’s hips

hard enough that he was sure it was gonna leave bruises.

“It’s alright I’m ok honest. You can move now.”

Blackhat not needing to be told twice pulled out half way and thrust back in. He watched Flug for any signs of discomfort as he kept moving but saw none. He sped up his thrusts loving the erotic sounds of skin slapping against skin. The smell of sweat and sex in the air mingling with Flug’s scent was driving him wild. Blackhat bit down on Flug’s shoulder drawing blood needing desperately to touch and taste more of him.

Flug was in complete ecstasy moaning shamelessly at how the demon cock filled him up completely. Feeling as though he was losing his god damned mind with how rough and fast Blackhat’s thrusts were becoming. The table shook with each thrust sounding as though it might break at any moment with the rough treatment it was enduring. Flug wailed as blackhat changed the angle of his thrusts hitting his prostate with dead accuracy.

“Oh fuck! Again please again.” Blackhat stopped and raised a brow at him holding still and waiting.

“Again please lord blackhat.”

“Your learning, good.” He kissed the top of Flug’s bitten shoulder. Tiny droplets of blood leaked down Flug’s chest from the bite. “Let us sully this place of worship with our lust and debachery shall we.” Whatever Flug had been about to say was forgotten as blackhat drove in to him again and again hitting his prostate with spot on accuracy. His nails digging in to the tentacles and holding on for dear life as blackhat set up a punishing pace. Flug could feel himself drooling eyes closed, his mouth hanging open and keening with every thrust. It was too much and not enough at the same time. He widened his legs and arched his back meeting blackhat thrust for thrust feeling his mind going hazy and blank. Never ever in his whole entire life did he ever think he would be in an abandoned church getting his brains fucked out by a demon at the foot of the cross with Jesus looking down at him with an expression that said ‘really? Unbelievable.’” He wasn’t going to last he could already feel the taught string in his belly start to unravel.

Blackhat could feel how close Flug was as his walls clenched down every now and then sending spikes of pleasure up his spine. The scientist really was too cute though. He was just so react full and his expressions were so sinful. He couldn’t help but tease him. He pulled out completely loving how needy Flug sounded.

“No no please don’t slow down. Keep going keep going.” Flug tried to thrust back only to have his hips held down in a steel grip. Tears of frustration pooled at the corner of Flug’s eyes as he looked over his shoulder at blackhat fully pouting.

“Tell me. The need to be needed festers in your heart doesn’t it?” Blackhat said in a breathy whisper against the shell of Flug’s ear as he gently thrust his cock against Flug’s opening giving the smallest amount of pressure but never entering just teasing. “Give yourself to me completely Flug and I will sooth the ache deep in your heart. Never again will you be alone. I swear it to you. Be mine and I will make your wildest dreams come true and more.”

“Yes, yes! oh my god! Im all yours. I don’t care. Please, please, just make me come already! I’m begging you lord blackhat.”

Blackhat huffed out a laugh. “You humans are so easy to please. Remember, you begged me for this.” Flug would’ve agreed to anything in that moment so long as the demon started fucking him again. Blackhat entered him roughly in one go hitting the bundle of nerves making Flug’s eyes flutter closed. He pulled back out slowly his whole body shivering at the feeling of Flug clenching around his length in an attempt to keep him inside. Oh what slutty little human this was. He thrust back in again roughly only to pull out slowly again. This human was perfect taking his cock so wonderfully and still begging for more. Begging for him to be rougher faster to use him as if he was a cheap toy. Blackhat was beside himself. Never had a human been so willing and so completely unafraid of him. They always coward and sniveled at his feet. But this one. This one was different. Right from the moment Flug broke the protection circle he knew. It wasn’t as if he’d let Flug know he was the first human blackhat had ever slept with. He had a reputation to uphold after all.

Flug flinched as he felt something warm and wet circling his cock. Oh fuck. Flug knew he’d never see heaven but this is what it must’ve felt like. Blackhat had made a tentacle with a mouth and said mouth was currently lapping at his slit and giving the underside of his cock a good tongue lashing. He strained against the tentacles holding his wrists. Flug let out a frustrated whine. He just wanted to touch blackhat; run his hands over every inch of him. To worship his body make him feel just as good as blackhat was making him feel. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to thrust forward more in to the tentacle mouth or blackhat’s cock pistoning in and out of him. The tentamouth made the decision for him as it sucked him down to the root in one go encasing Flug in its deliciously tight warm wet heat mimicking swallowing around him. Flug tried to thrust forward but blackhat held his hips down in an iron grip wanting Flug to just take the pleasure just as it was being given.

The tentamouth bobbed on flugs length matching the speed of blackhat’s thrusts. He felt more tentamouths laving at his balls. Alternating on sucking on them softly or roughly. That was it. It was too much stimulation for Flug to handle. He felt the taught string inside him snap as he seized up clamping down on blackhat and cumming with a loud scream as if he were in pain instead of mind numbing pleasure. Blackhat kept going working him through his release. The tentacle sucking out every last drop of cum Flug had.

“That’s it doctor scream for me.” He picked up Flug’s head from the table making him look at the cross where Jesus hung. “Let your old god know that you have a new one.”

He kept thrusting in to Flug’s now pliant body curses falling from his lips as Flug’s walled twitched everyone and then. A few more hard thrusts and blackhat was coming deep inside Flug with a distorted shriek that shook the church. He barely caught himself on his forearms to stop himself from crushing Flug under his weight. He rested his forehead against Flug’s back. Blackhat released Flug’s wrists bringing them up to his mouth and placing soft kisses on each one. He checked them for unwanted marks or if there wa any discomfort. With none to be found he placed them down gently at Flug’s sides.

The demon pulled out his softened length leaving Flug gaping as come dribbled out of his hole down his legs. There was so much of it. Blackhat snapped his fingers so that he was fully clothed and proper looking as if he hadn’t just given Flug the best sex of his life.

Flug pulled his pants up trying not to show how shaky his legs were; hating the wet and cold sticky feeling of cum drying on his skin. Though the demon seemed to like it judging by the possessive glint in his eyes as he watched Flug redress. He looked around and found his paperbag on the ground and was about to put it back on when Blackhat stopped him. Blackhat bent down and kissed him. The kiss was gentle and unhurried but more passionate than before. Flug’s heart did mini somersaults in his chest as blackhat pulled him close molding their bodies against one another. Flug couldn’t understand why the demon was still being nice to him when he had already finished with him but he wasn’t going to question it. He’d take what was being offered so long as blackhat didn’t hurt him. Blackhat pulled away putting Flug’s mask back on for him. He didn’t like the bag but so long as it made Flug feel comfortable that was all that mattered.

“What now?”

“Now that the contract is complete, I expect nothing less than perfection from you doctor.”

“So that’s it? I don’t have to sign anything?”

“You already did.” Blackhat snaped his fingers. A golden scroll appearing in his hand. He unraveled it showing that Flug had indeed signed it but not in a signature form. It was signed on the dotted line in his cum.

“Gross.” Flug made a face. “You could’ve just asked me to sign it you know.”

“Blood works best but any body fluid will do and you just happened to be giving your cum out to me so generously. How could I refuse.” He smirked devilishly. Flug could feel his face heating up eternally grateful for the bag on his head so not to give away how blackhat was affecting him.

“This way.” Blackhat opened up a glowing green portal gesturing Flug to go through. He didn’t know where this portal led but he trusted the demon to keep up his end of the bargain. So with a deep breath and his head held high Flug steeped in to the portal behind blackhat ready for whatever came next.

[ghost-spooktacular-nsfw]

A/N: Sorry for the long wait I wanted to capture the characters personalities and I think I did that. Also Spanish isn’t my first language but I currently learning it cuz I love it. If you mistakes, no you don’t!

Word count: 3364k

Warnings 18+, masturbation, Flug’s a peeping Tom

Translations:

Desculpa me - forgive me

Gracias pansonchito - thank you my little chubby boy

Jefe - boss

Perdon - sorry

¿Por qué huyes de mi amor? ¿No ves cuanto te necesito?” - why do you run from me my love? Can’t you see I need you

And as always minors not allowed

Idk how to add small neat links pls share if you can

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“No please don’t do this.” The hero struggled in vain against the metal bars of the operating table.

“He’s making you I know it. You have to fight it Flug. Let me out and I promise to save you from his evil clutches. Come back to the side of justice and good where you belong.”

Flug sighed in exasperation. Why was it that all the heroes said the same lines like mindless drones. Couldn’t they at least be a little more creative with their persuasion. No flug would never go back. Not after what they did to him. If people knew what their heroes were really like behind closed doors when no one was looking those adoring fans of theirs would quickly turn in to angry mobs. Flug could feel his anger grow. Boiling in his belly at the memories of how he’d wanted to grow up to be just like them. Even going as far to be an intern for the hero agency as a teenager. What a fool. Slaving away and busting his back just for a crumb of recognition. Never again. That was before. Before he found out how corrupt and cruel hero society really was. Flugs grip tightened on the syringe.

<p>“The only evil clutches I needed escaping from was from heroes like you.” He jabbed the syringe a little harder than needed in to the man’s arm almost bending the needle.

“You heroes just can’t seem to get it through your thick skulls can you. You guys are the real monsters. Well no point in trying to explain myself since you wont be able to understand anything I say in a few minutes.” Flug had been working nonstop these past few days barely eating or sleeping and so far all the experiments had been failures. Well not complete failures but nothing he could report. The test subjects either turned partly in to the desired animal or liquified from the inside out. But this last batch of serum had to be the one. Flug had altered it one last time and was feeling very positive about its results.

<p>“What do you mean? What was that? What did you inject me with?!” said the hero panic setting in as Flug stood there in silence with a pen and clipboard in hand.

“Dr. Flug please I can help you just -“

The hero’s body began to shake uncontrollably his muscles twitching and spasming. Flug could hear the poping and breaking of the hero’s bones as they began to contort, shrinking and growing bristles all over his body. Flug watched with rapt attention as the transformation ended. Before him strapped to the table no longer a man but a great big pig. The experiments success had Flug jumping for joy. He transferred the good batch into small nine dart like bullets before loading them in to a a small protective durable black case. Finally he could present a fully functioning serum to Blackhat on time.

Speaking of blackhat, Flug hadn’t seen his boss anywhere since he was given the deadline. He wasn’t too worried but it was weird that he hadn’t come down to the lab recently. Blackhat usually liked to stay on top of Flug’s progress. But more than that he just really wanted to see blackhat despite knowing his boss was most likely going to verbally assault him. As embarrassing as it was Flug missed him.He knew he was acting like a love sick fool but these passed few days. All he could think about was blackhat. How his eyes as black as a new moon sky would arrest Flug on the spot with just a glance or how his voice was sensual and gravely, usually the main star in all his fantasies. Flug knew blackhat would never look at him like a lover would but it made his heart skip a beat to imagine it.

Suddenly a pain flared up in flugs right leg as he grabbed on to his work desk narrowly avoiding falling to the ground. His soul mark prickled and throbbed as if someone was poking his mark with a sharp needle. Flug wobbled to his chair needing to sit down as the pain started to get real bad. He put his head down on the desk and took deep calming breaths as he clutched his leg trying to will the pain away. He could hear some one screaming but who? It sounded like a wounded animal. His breathing coming out as small choked sobs. After some time the pain subsided. The cool metal desk a welcome reprieve on his soaked forehead. His chest ached as if someone had ripped out his insides. He needed someone but didn’t know who. Flug could feel the call deep in his soul. The need was so great that he felt as if he might die with out them.

A memory swam across his vision. Blackhat leaning against his desk with his arms folded across his chest laughing at a younger version of himself petulantly.

“I know doctor. I’ve known it since the moment you came here. You think I’m a fool! You think I don’t know everything that happens in my own home.”

Flug watched his younger self stood there in shock of blackhat’s words.”So you knew it was me the whole time and you let me suffer. Why? You hurt when I hurt. I know you do!” Yelled younger Flug hurt and anger marring his voice.

Blackhat walked over to younger Flug, who stood his ground fists clenched head held high, and towered over him in his full height. “Get this through your head human because I’m only going to say it once. There are only two things in this world that I can say without a doubt that I love. Money and power. That will never change. It will never be you. How could I want someone as weak and fragile as you.” He said as he leveled Flug with a look of disdain.

He sat up bringing up his hand and touched his forehead. His head felt fuzzy and light like it might just float away at any second. He slipped his hand under his paper bag. His cheeks were stained with tear streaks. What the heck was that? That conversation never happened. He’d remember if he got humiliatingly rejected by his boss. That’s not just something you just forget. The pain must have been making him hallucinate. Yeah the pain. The pain had never been this bad before. Sure there were flare ups every now and then but nothing that couldn’t be fixed with a little ibuprofen. This was different, more intense. Something had changed he knew it. But what could it have been? He hoped his soulmate wasn’t in any danger or pain wherever they were.

Flug’s train of thought was interrupted by a loud knocking on the lab door. He stood up slowly taking some baby steps just to make sure he was ok before walking over and looking through the peephole. He was met with a wet black nose sniffing the door. Flug righted his paper bag and coat before unlocking the door. He was greeted with a plate of meatloaf and potatoes piled high enough to feed a small family. It smelled wonderful but Flug wasn’t in the mood for food right now. “Desculpa me I guess I must’ve missed dinner again huh?” He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. The bear gave him a concerning look as he tried to hand Flug his dinner. Flug shook his head and stepped back. “Gracias pansonchito. But I can’t. You know how I feel about cross contamination.” 505 put on his best puppy eyes trying to get him to give in. “Look I know I haven’t been eating right these past couple of days but I’m finished now and I promise I will eat as soon as I show jefecito the finished serum.” 505 didn’t look convinced but didn’t push. He gave Flug a small smile as he exited the lab taking the plate back to the kitchen. Flug hoped 505 wouldn’t wait up for him again. The poor thing would often like to wait up so they could fall asleep together. Flug often felt guilty for not having enough time for the bear so he vowed to make up for it with presents and handmade treats accompanied by an apology of course. He was evil not made of stone.

He closed the lab door and took a couple of calming breaths before cleaning up. The mess in his lab was starting to drive him crazy. Flug grabbed an ax from the supply closet in the corner of the lab and started chopping up the bodies of the failed experiments in to small pieces. He would’ve liked to ask demencia to throw the bodies into the incinerator for him seeing as he wasn’t strong enough but, that would mean letting her in to the lab which a no. He didn’t need more precious experiments destroyed. Flug threw the severed parts into the incinerator gagging at the putrid smell of burning flesh. He activated the air vents hoping the smell would air out by the morning. Lastly he mopped up the liquified heroes in to a biohazard bin bag and threw them in to the incinerator as well before starting in his own personal lab hygiene for the night.

Flug made his way up to blackhat’s office. It was already pretty late but he knew blackhat would want to know right away. He knocked and waited to be let in. No answer. “Jefe I’ve come with the fully functioning serum ready for distribution.” Still no answer. “Boss?” Flug took it upon himself to just let himself in. The room was empty and no sign of blackhat. It looked as if blackhat hadn’t been in here in a while judging by the mountain of paperwork left undone. Never had Flug seen blackhat neglect business work in all the time he’d been working for him. He just didn’t take days off, didn’t believe in them. The only other place to check would be his room.

Now here was the issue with that. When Flug had started working here blackhat had made it a point of telling him that if he had ever so much as thought Flug had been snooping around in there that he’d eat Flug slow and painfully while he was still living. Flug shuddered at the memory but the deadline still stood and if he disobeyed orders there would be worse consequences than death.

With his mind made up Flug climbed the stairs to the top floor of hat manor. The entire top floor was blackhat’s private chambers. He’d always been curious what the rooms up there contained. What kinds of things did blackhat like to collect? Maybe beautiful and expensive art pieces or books from ancient times with secret knowledge.

Now that Flug thought about it he didn’t really know what kinds of things blackhat liked? Blackhat being a very private person in general never talked about himself just his evil accomplishments. However by just observing him there were something’s he shared without meaning to. Like Flug knew he liked early Jazz from the 1890’s and had no love for sugary things. But not much more than that. A sad pang went through Flug’s chest. How is it that he was in love with a man that he barely even knew despite working with him for so many years?

By the time he reached the top he was trying to breath through his nose as not to alert anyone that he was fighting for his life to not pass out. Exercise had never been Flug’s strength despite being good at running from danger. Why did the manor even have stairs when it was more convenient to have an elevator. Flug figured the stairs were supposed to be more for aesthetic purposes than use since his boss didn’t really need them when he could phase through walls and fly.

This floor of the house was strange to say the least. It looked like he had just walked in to a mirror maze. There were tall black obsidian mirrors lined on the walls in place of where doors should have been. There was markings etched in to the edges of the mirrors in a language Flug couldn’t understand. He could’ve sworn he saw undefined swirling shapes and faces swimming in them. The walls were painted a dark green that had a black marbling pattern on it. As he passed them going forward he tried not to look directly at mirrors afraid that something might just be looking back at him or worse, that something might try to pull him in to the mirror trapping him in there forever. Being the house of a demon Flug didn’t doubt that the mirrors were portals to other dimensions like in the old stories his mother would tell him as a child.

Flug kept walking till he came to a red double door at the end of the hallway. He didn’t know how he knew this was blackhat’s room but he did. Flug steeled his nerves as he brought his hand up to knock when a shouting cry came from inside the room. It sounded like blackhat was in pain. Flug burst through the doors forgoing formalities as he pushed a button on his watch and it transformed in to a tranquilizer gun with bullets so potent they’d knock out and elephant in 15 seconds flat. If there was someone in here they were sure to be flugs next testing subject. But as he looked around there didn’t seem to be any danger from what he could see. Granted he could see very little with the only light being from the hallway. There was a deliciously sweet smell coming from the room. It smelled unlike any pastry he’d ever had before. It was making Flug salivate. The wail came again. It was coming from the bed in the far right corner of the room. He could hear wet slapping sounds as he got closer. The room was so dark that he didn’t see what was happening at first but as his eyes adjusted he could only watch in shock.

Blackhat on his side facing away from Flug as he used both hands to stroke two cocks. His chest and hands were covered in come. Flug quickly tried to back track out of the room quietly but ended up tripping on a discarded shoe on the floor. He fell with a grunt landing on his back.

The room went deadly silent nothing could be heard except for the fast beating of Flug’s heart in his own ears. He had even stopped breathing hoping blackhat would dismiss the noise. Blackhat sat up slowly and looked over his shoulder at Flug. His eyes were an illuminous red like two brightly burning coals raked over an open flame. “Flug?” He said with a confused sort of look. Like he couldn’t be sure if Flug was really their or not. It disturbed Flug a little.

“Perdon boss I was just coming to tell you I completed the serum” blackhat got up from the bed and started walking twords Flug his movements purposeful and unhurried. “but I can see your busy so I’ll just leave.” Flug made a dash for the door barely getting through it when two tentacles wrapped around his stomach pulling him back in to the room so that his back slammed against blackhat’s chest knocking the breath out of him for a second.

“Blackhat I’m sorry I didn’t mean to come up here I was looking for you but couldn’t find you so I thought I’d check your room. Please don’t eat me!” Flug said thrashing to get away and talking so fast as if these might be his last words. Considering the situation they very well just might be. Blackhat brought his hand up to flugs chest the sleek material of his leather gloves feeling warm to the touch as his hand slid up to flugs neck enclosing it in a lose grip. His other arm wrapped around Flugs waist. Flug went still and waited trembling and afraid for blackhat to dish out his punishment. But the harsh words didn’t come and neither did the rough maltreatment.

Blackhat nuzzled the back of his head making soft trilling and purring noises like a cat. What. “Sir? Are you ok?”

Soft lips trailed up the side of Flug’s neck to his ear making his knees almost go weak. Blackhat kissed Flug’s ear through the bag“¿Por qué huyes de mi amor? ¿No ves cuanto te necesito?” he whispered. Flug's whole body shivered.

“Sir I think somethings wrong with you. You don’t seem yourself.” He said only half heartedly trying to get away now.

Blackhat unwound his arm from flugs waist and slid it down to massage the growing bulge in Flug’s pants. Flug gripped blackhat’s wrist more for purchase than to stop him. It felt so good to finally be touched like this by the person he loved most. But he knew this wasn’t right no matter how good it felt.

“Sir please,” he gasped as he tried to pry blackhat’s hand off his crotch. “I really think we should take a look at you. Somethings obviously not right!”

“Don’t worry Flug I’ll make it right this time” blackhat said in a breathy whisper as the hand on his neck slid up under the bag so he could stroke Flug's lips with his thumb.

Flug began to panic not wanting blackhat to see his face. He started to thrash even harder than before but blackhat held him fast. He could feel tentacles already working on taking off his pants. In a last attempt he pressed the button on his watch and shot all the darts into the tentacle wrapped around his waist. He wasn’t sure if it would work but it was the only thing he could think to do. Blackhat hissed as the darts sunk in to his flesh, biting Flug on the shoulder in retaliation to the stinging from the needles. Flug could feel the grip blackhat had on him loosen till he was able to pry himself away and watch as his boss tried to take wobbly steps towards him. A hand outstretched mumbling don’t leave me as legs gave out and he fell. Flug waited a few seconds before checking to see if blackhat was completely out.

Again, what in the hell was that?! Flug looked back on the week to see what could’ve caused such a reaction from his boss. Nothing coming to mind except, except the whole tube of animal changing serum he dumped on him a couple of days ago. But that was supposed to turn you into an animal not alter your brain to being in love with someone you hated. Flug figures he’d have to do some testing on his boss to get to the bottom of this.

He righted blackhat’s pants and shirt before dragging him by the ankles out of the room. Not that there was anyone who would dare comment on the situation but still Flug felt it was the right thing to do.

As he passed the obsidian mirrors flug heard soft laughing and cackling.

“Oh my and he said he’d never complete the bond.”

“Yeah looks like the kid finally remembered how fun!”

“Well the next meeting is sure to be quite enjoyable.”

“Who’s there?”Flug said turning to face the hall of mirrors but saw nothing but only dozens of his own reflection. He turned back around and pulled a little faster not really wanting to find out who was there.

Looking down the stair case Flug had two options. Try to carry blackhat and definitely break his body in the process or an alternative solution.

“Oh well” thought Flug it not like his boss was gonna die from a little fall down the stairs.

[ghost-spooktacular-nsfw]

Loving you shouldn’t be this easy part 1

Ship: Blackhat x Flug

Warnings: 18+ smut, oral(receiving)

Length: 2760K

A/N: Just getting back into writing positive criticisms welcome❤️This a bilingual fic cuz we all know villainous is a Spanish crime family so glossary here:

Quantos veses- how many times

Sí jefe - yes boss

Dezculpa me jefe - forgive me boss

Me caí peseta cuando no puedes haser los simplemente de cosas. Eres un humano o un pinche animal- I cant stand it when you can’t even do the simplest things right. Are you a human or a fucking animal?

Entendido - understood

Tan sensible aqui mi amor- how sensitive you are here my love

mi amor - my love

Te amo- I love you

Ya me vengo- I’m coming

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“There finally finished” flug announces to himself feeling proud of his latest invention. Black hat had ordered him to come up with a serum that would turn heroes into animals. Flug figured a client wanted to eat their nemesis but was squeamish about cannibalism. He had only been given a week to complete the weapon so human trials still had to be done but that part would be easy enough with dimencia’s help.

“What’cha doin nerd?” Speak of the devil. Feelings of annoyance crept up his chest dampening his good mood. He had forgotten to lock the lab door, again.

”Dimencia” he said in a tired and monotone voice, “quantos veses am I going to have to tell you to stay out of my lab.” Dimencia was more the embodiment of a bratty younger sister he never wanted than a professional assassin when she became bored which was not good for anyone in close proximity.

”Hmmm” She feigned thinking and began rubbing her chin with her thumb and pointer finger as if stroking an invisible goatee. “At least a thousand more.” She said as she lept on to the desk with a maniacal laugh and began ripping up precious notes and throwing viles and containers of future experiments on to the ground where they broke upon impact.

“Dimencia no!” Flug quickly opened up a drawer with a secret compartment in it and placed the serum in there for safe keeping.

When the serum was safe Flug ran and tackled dimencia off his desk. She was stunned for a moment but recovered and began wrestling him.

Flug rolled them so he was on top and held dimencia’s arms down. “What do you want from me!” He said in a winded and angry tone. Not wanting to let on just how much the wrestling match was tiring him out but with the sweat dripping down his neck anyone could tell just by looking.

She shrugged her shoulders but was lookin all too pleased with herself

“I was just-“

“You had better be finished with your work if you have time to roll around on the ground like pigs doctor.” Blackhat said softly with a bored expression on his face. But Flug wasn’t fooled for a second. He had worked for Blackhat long enough to know when his boss was pissed. Dimencia and Flug broke apart and quickly got to their feet. “Si jefe all done with the latest invention.” Flug said as he righted his lab coat and paper bag.

Dimencia ran up to blackhat and threw her arms around him locking him in a bear hug. “Ahh my love it’s only been 5 hours and 32 mins since I last saw you but i swear it feels like it’s been years.” She said with a dreamy far off look.

“Get off of me you insufferable and foolish girl!” Blackhat said as he conjured up tentacles to pry her off of him. “How many times have I told you not to touch me with your filthy hands!” He screeched in her face almost deafening her as he summoned up a glowing green portal and flung her in it.

“Uhh where exactly did you send her boss?” Flug said still looking curiously at the spot where the portal had just been.

“To the nightmare dimension. If we’re lucky once she comes out of there she’ll be so traumatized she won’t even dare to look in my direction with out cowering in fear.” Blackhat said rubbing his hands with a fiendish smile as if he could already imagine the exact scenario playing out in his head. Flug on the other hand seriously doubted this. If anything at worst, dimencia had just gotten an unpaid vacation. But for fear of his life Flug decided to keep that last bit of information to himself.

He walked back to the cabinet and retrieved the serum. “It is finished correct.” Blackhat said over his shoulder practically whispering in to his ear. Flug would never understand why blackhat did this. Even when he started working here this sort of thing happened. What was the point of sneaking up on him? Was he trying to fluster or intimidate him? This. This right here is the real reason Flug was so nervous and fidgety around his boss. Most people would’ve chalked it up to fear or anxiety and while they wouldn’t be necessarily wrong, they were only half right. If Blackhat ever found out just how much Flug was attracted to him he was sure that ridicule and pain would follow. Mostly in the form of reveling in the scientists unrequited feelings. Flug had hoped when he realized his feelings for blackhat his soulmark would’ve made some sort of indication. He knew it was different for everyone. Some people’s glowed while others heard music like angel choir when they met their soulmate. But at this point it just seems like a fantastical dream of a demented fan like dimencia. He could almost empathize with her. Plus it’s not like the organization left him even a little time to date. Blackhat had some new task for him everyday and with all the deadlines there was just no room for anyone else in his life.

Flug took a deep breath and turned around expecting blackhat to be behind him but he was over by his desk looking nonchalant and expecting as if he hadn’t just sent Flug’s head and heart through a mental obstacle course. Flug walked over to him still thinking of his bosses behavior when a piece of the bottom half of a beaker tripped him up causing him to stumble and fall right in front of Blackhat’s feet.

“Desculpa me jeffe. I didn’t see the glass on the floor.” Flug said hurriedly trying not to panic and failing when he picked up the vile and saw most of it was gone. He looked to his boss and saw that he had managed to spill most of it on blackhat.

“You clumsy imbecile. Can’t you even walk properly. Me caí peseta cuando no puedes haser los simplemente de cosas. Eres un humano o un pinche animal.” Blackhat said rolling as he stared down at Flug as if he had just stepped in to something nasty. Now this behavior Flug recognized. As much as he hated to admit it blackhat’s words hurt the most. Most of the time he could brush off or just ignore the insults and degrading comments but it seemed the more he accepted his feelings for blackhat the harder it was for him to disregard the hurtful words. Even if for a crazy second he confessed his feelings there was no way blackhat would reciprocate said feelings. Flug wasn’t even sure blackhat was capable of love. Could demons even love. Let alone love in the same in the same way humans could.

“Even worse your little experiment doesn’t seem to be working.” Flug swallowed down his pain and got up. “Maybe the serum has no effect on you given your demonic nature but it should work on heroes.” He hopes anyway.

“What do you mean should.” Blackhat hissed at Flug. “I gave you ample time to come up with a fully functional serum.” The anger barely contained in his voice.

“Well sir it’s just that you didn’t exactly give me enough time for human trials.” Flug congratulated himself for keeping eye contact and not stuttering even if he was so nervous he might throw up.

“Fine. I will retrieve dimencia from the nightmare dimension and have her fetch you some qualifying humans. Tomorrow maybe. And I had better have a finished product in my hands in half the time I gave you to make it.”

“But sir that’s-“

“Unless you aren’t the prodigal genius I had believed you were in which case I see no reason to keep you around here any longer.” Blackhat said with a haughty smile knowing he had won.

“Entendido.” Flug said resigned to the fact that he wouldn’t be sleeping for the next 3 days.

“Excellent.” Blackhat transformed in to a formless Spector and phased through the ceiling leaving a bright green plasma sludge mark. Flug was officially done with the day and just wanted to sleep but not before a bath. Flug had always been big on hygiene even before he became a scientist. Something about being clean and neat just made everything feel right in his world. He discarded the lab coat in to a bin by the door labeled bio hazard, that led to an incinerator, as he locked up for the night. They were always burned and never to be worn twice just incase the coat might have become contaminated with whatever experiments that had been worked on that particular day.

Flug made a bee line for his room that had graciously been equipped with a bathroom. When he had first started at blackhat organization he had been deathly afraid of sharing a bathroom with others he didn’t want for others to see his face. Hell blackhat didn’t even know what he looked like. Flug had never shown anybody. The only people who knew were his parents but they were dead Flug had seen to it personally. But blackhat had been quick to inform him that he would have his own bed and bathroom. A small mercy really.

Flug reached the bathroom and made quick work of his clothes and paper bag making sure to throw it before setting out a new one. He then went to the shower and turned on the water. The water ran a good 5 minutes giving it enough time to warm up before he got in. The hot water on flugs back felt heavenly. Most of the tension in his body completely melting away by the second.

Flug washed himself from head to toe making sure to be extra careful around his soulmark. A soulmark could appear anywhere on a persons body he knew it just so happened that flug’s was on his inner thigh on the right leg. It looked like an ink blot from one of those warshack tests. To him it looked like a huge black monster with many tentacles and eyes. That’s what made him hope ithat his soulmate was blackhat. At the time he had been so sure but now he felt he was connecting dots that weren’t actually there. Maybe his soulmate was goth or something. Not that he would mind in fact he hoped it would be another villain or at least someone who appreciated the villain lifestyle. Though he had to admit their marks wouldn’t be the typical matching set some people got. He could only wonder what his soulmates mark looked like if his looked like this.

That wasn’t the issue though. The issue was That his soulmark had become more sensitive the older he was getting. It wasn’t nearly as sensitive when he was younger but he had read research papers saying the older one got the more sensation you could feel from your mark or some people just stop feeling it all together. Did this mean his soulmate was close by or was his body urging him to find them? Either way it was driving him crazy.

He had been making sure to wrap his mark in gauze everyday just incase his thighs touched so he wouldn’t give himself a boner during the day.

He gently grazed the mark with his finger tips feeling a tingling go up his spine and his cock slowly start to get hard. Thoughts of blackhat were supplied to him by his treacherous mind. Well there’s no better sleep than after sex sleep. Flug slowly stroked his cock and imagined blackhat on his knees with his arms wrapped around his thighs as he kiss up and down them.

“Tan sensible aqui mi amor. I wonder how sensitive you are here.” Flug strokes a little faster as he imagines blackhat laving up and down the underside of his cock and around the head with his soft and wet snake like tongue. Even going as far to tease the slit of Flugs cock. The mental image alone was enough to almost make him come.

Precome starting to fall from the tip making for better strokes. “Tell me doctor.” blackhat said giving Flug a salacious grin. “Have you ever had someone make you come so hard you couldve sworn your heart stopped beating.” No he really hadn’t but dear god was Flug ready too. Blackhat took the head of flugs cock in to his mouth and began bobbing his head slowly taking more and more of Flug in to his mouth with each downward motion. Flug matched fantasy blackhat’s tempo and worked himself up torn desperately by wanting to go faster but not wanting to disrupt the fantasy. “Please sir more I need, I need-“ Flug could hardly believe how needy his voice and body had become just from imagining his boss giving him a blowjob.

Blackhat stopped his ministrations altogether. “Tell me mi amor what do you need.” Blackhat said letting his warm breath fan on flugs cock making it twitch. Flug needed blackhat’s mouth back on his cock or he felt he might just die from how bad he needed to come at this point. Flug closed his eyes trying to power through the embarrassment.

“I want you to-“

“Look at me when you speak doctor. I want to see the unbridled lust i your eyes when you beg.” Flug did as blackhat requested and imagined holdin blackhat’s face with both hands and looking straight into his eyes. “I want you to finish sucking my cock. I want you to make me come so hard like you said. Please, I need it. I need you. Te amo.”!The words just wouldn’t stop coming once Flug opened his mouth. The intensity behind them shocking even him.

“Well said doctor if that’s what you want who am I to with hold such pleasure.” Blackhat took flugs cock back in to his mouth this time sucking in earnest.” But Flug was too worked up to keep the fantasy. He speed up his stroking till he was practically just jumping his hand at this point. “Oh I’m, I’m, ya me vengo. I’m, oh, I’m coming yes yes.” Flug came all around very his hand with a loud moan. He was left with a tingling sensation starting from his scalp and all the way down to his toes incomplete euphoric bliss letting his brain slowly come back online. All that could be heard in the restroom now was the running shower and flugs heavy breathing.

The it hit him. Did he really, did he really just admit to himself that he was in love with blackhat?! Flug could feel his face heat up again with a vengeance. Did his feelings go deeper than just a crush on his boss?! That would’ve been great if, blackhat ever even thought he was good enough for him. By the looks of their work relationship He knew he was only tolerated at best and a clumsy nuisance at worst to his boss. Feelings of shame and self loathing clawed at flugs chest leaving a lump in his throat that made him feel like crying. He knew blackhat would never love him and wasn’t his soulmate but he hated that he couldn’t stomp out the small flicker of hope he kept inside himself. Even if it was just fools gold if you will. Flug knew that he would never give up on his feelings for blackhat until he met his soulmate for real. This solution was probably very unhealthy but he would cross that emotional bridge and everything that comes with it when he got there. For now he was exhausted and just wanted to sleep. He got out and toweled off and put on a T-shirt with an airplane on it with a fresh new paper bag in place. As Flug was on the half way point of being awake and drifted off to sleep he didn’t quite know why but he couldn’t help feeling that he was being watched. But before he could question it sleep dug it’s claws in and pulled him under in to the realm of sleep.

[ghost-spooktacular-nsfw]

Time for some demon milk.~