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Risky Business (IT Chapter Two)

Summary: Eddie is a monster hunter, he’s called back to his hometown, there's another man eating monster, he just never realized how fucked this job could be.

Warnings: this story contains soft, safe, G/t vore. if you do not like this, I suggest not reading. this is also not a story for the faint of heart, there is (not super graphic) moments of fatal/hard vore, digestion mention (does not occur), fearplay, and the usual cussing warning.  

Hi guys! its been so long! I’ll be honest, i was not planning on posting this, since this was a WIP discarded back in march, but while watching the movie again, I realized I needed to finish this, I really hope y’all like it!

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Risk analysis? Was that Job invented before fun?

Well, it Depends on what you call ‘fun’

For Eddie Kaspbrak, risk analysis is fun.

He couldn’t remember much of his past, all that he knew was that monsters existed, the ones that hid under your bed, the ones that prey in the night, he didn’t know how he discovered this for the longest time, he just... knew.

He knew he had to have encountered a monster at one point, but he just couldn't remember when.

His first instinct was to kill these monsters, though after further consideration of how the ethics of that worked, plus the morality of him being the judge, jury and executioner was pretty skewed. He decided to analyze these creatures, at least the ones he found. Witches, Vampires, werewolves, ghosts.

So yeah, he was a Risk Analysis, he analyzed creatures that we’re a risk to human kind.

And yes, it was Fun.

Being a part of a small group of people who knew these monster movie critters existed was something he wished he could brag about.

Though everything changed when he got that call from Mike Hanlon, Begging him to come back to Derry to fight that clown. That damned clown.

His memories flooded back, the childhood trauma of that summer, 1989, when everyone they knew started turning up missing, really they were dead, nothing more than food to the demon living in the sewers

It was then, fighting that demon, when he realized that analyzing these monsters wasn’t enough anymore.

They were not a risk, they were a threat.

Once he got back to his home in new york, he began his own business, he tried finding his way into different circles, ones he never thought existed, multiple people with stories of slaying beasts of all shapes and sizes, and he was now one of them.

He got a second phone, one he could use for his side job, he went under an alias, Richie Marsh. Not creative, a little embarrassing,  but it worked.

He would get calls almost daily, he made pretty good money, but he had one rule, only kill if it had harmed first. He always turned the monsters who had done no wrong away, allowed him to get some sleep at night, knowing that he was saving others lives while doing this.

Hell, the first time he met a vampire, the dude just chilled alone in a cabin in the woods. Not bothering anybody.

He began making a name for himself in the business and it had only been a year, it was impressive to all about his knowledge, how much he knew about these creatures, how fearless he could be.

Up to this day, he scribbled down notes about the varying creatures he saw and met. Sitting in his living room, the constant scritch of his pencil was interrupted by a ringing from his pocket.

He took his ‘work’ phone out of his jeans, putting the device to his ear.

“Hello?”

“Is this Richie Marsh?” A familiar voice was heard on the other end, but he couldn’t quite place it.

Eddie ran a hand through his hair, thankful his phone had a voice modifier, just in case he actually knew the person on the other line.. Even though chances of that were slim to none. “Depends who’s asking”

with one hand, he took a sip of water in a glass, while with the other he opened a new page in his notebook, ready to write down this stranger's name.

“My name is Mike Hanlon, I was given this number by a friend, he told me you could help me”

Slim to none huh?

Eddie coughed up the drink back into his cup,“M-Mike Hanlon?”

“Uh...yes, I...I need your help”

Eddie scribbled down the name very quickly, though nothing in the world could make him forget it. “with what? What's going on?” he felt his heart racing, he didn’t want any of his friends to know what kind of danger he was putting himself into, he didn’t want them to know, or even try it themselves.

“Well… I live in Derry, Maine. There was a curse in this town...right? A monster, it killed a lot of people, but me and my friends… we stopped it.” Mike's voice sounded nervous.

“I...see…” Eddie’s voice wavered, hoping that this wouldn’t be another call back to defeat a killer clown “if you stopped it, why are you calling?”

“Because people are going missing again, but I know it's not what we fought, it's something else, nothing is being left behind, they’re just...vanishing.”

Eddie scribbled a few words down, his throat getting dry as he began to sweat nervously “okay...what's the age range of the missing persons?”

Please don't be kids….please don’t be kids.

“All adults, the other creature went for children, and those killings lasted for a year at least. This happens every few weeks, from my calculations, it's once every 3 weeks, and if I'm right, they're supposed to be here by Friday, they start hunting at night.”

Eddie couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief as he wrote what mike was saying down, opening his laptop and began booking a flight for Friday afternoon “okay, got it. have you seen this creature.”

There was an awkward pause, before Mike answered, almost embarrassed, “No.”

“Then how do you know all of this?” He wanted to believe Mike was reading too much into things, that Derry wasn’t being terrorized with another monster.

“Because one of the missing people has come back, and she came to me-- I’m somewhat of a Private eye in this town” Eddie smiled--good for him, making a name for himself in Derry.

“I talked with this one lady, she told me that she didn’t remember much, but whatever was out there, her two friends were killed, she didn’t tell me how they died, or even how she escaped...she just woke up..”

Eddie scribbled some more “do you know how many there are?”

“No. but I believe there's more than one, if you come in the next few days we can meet up and-”

Eddie shot up out of his seat “NO!” he heard mike go silent, before adding “uh...no...i’d rather uh...keep my face a secret”

Mike let out a laugh “of course, of course. We will have to talk more though, I have many notes and things that I’ve observed-”

‘Text me them, I have to go”

“But-”

Eddie hung up before he could hear the rest of that sentence, falling back into his seat. He put both hands on his face and sighed loudly.

He had to go back to Derry, and he had to avoid seeing Mike there too. He let out a groan, sitting up and finishing the booking process, it was only two days away, but that gave him enough time to pack everything he needed.

Those two days went by very fast. Mike tried to pay, but Eddie insisted it be free, not wanting to take money from his friend. Next thing he knew, he was on a plane to Derry, a rental car waiting for him and another traumatic nostalgia trip was in his future.

Once the plane landed, he quickly made his way through the airport, wearing a baseball cap in a poor attempt to hide his face. He got into his rental car, driving as fast as he (legally) could on the roads to his hotel room, texting Mike that he had landed, and was going to scope out the locations where Mike had claimed the creatures were.

As he drove through the streets, he began noticing the missing persons signs, it reminded him of when he was young, and there were people he knew going missing. He shook his head. Whatever those creatures were, He was sure he would stop it.

He parked his car in front of the hotel, getting a room key and making his way up with his bags. He used to be very particular where he stayed, but as the months went on with this job, he would just take what he could get.

As he settled in, he got another call from Mike.

“If you need any help, I’m no stranger to killing monsters, just give me a call” Mike sounded worried, but it also sounded like he wanted Eddie to say yes to him coming along, but the man couldn’t bring himself to ask.

“I’m fine Mr. Hanlon. Thank you.”

“Okay, most of the missing persons were last seen around the woods, be careful, the trees go on and on, outside of the town and basically into the next, which is an hour away when Driving” Mike explained a few more things about the town, which of course, Eddie already knew about.

After speaking for a few more minutes about the plan, Eddie hung up the phone, it felt so awkward to be speaking to him under his alias, it was the most disconnected he had ever felt while on the job.

Once he gets all of his hunting gear in order, he puts it under the bed, just in case housekeeping decides to come in, and promptly leaves the room.

If he had to be here for the next day or so, he could at least go out and get some food.

As he walked down the streets of Derry, he made sure wherever he would go, nobody was following, and that nobody who knew him could recognize him.

He soon settled on a cafe near the hotel, walking into the establishment and ordering coffee with a BUNCH of espresso shots inside, after all, he needed all the energy he could get. He was usually much more healthy, but on jobs, he needed as much caffeine as humanly possible.

Sitting at an empty booth in the cafe, he took his journal out, scribbling a few notes down, his plan, he never really needed a plan, but it was nice to have one. He was sure this was a simple case that would be solved in less than an hour, so he didn’t pay much mind to it.

The barista comes to his table, setting his cup of pure caffeine down. Before she could leave, Eddie pulled out a $20 bill out of his wallet, giving it to her

“Save up every cent, get out of this town, it’ll be good for you” she gave him a confused look, like she was expecting him to pull it away as a joke, but with a look in his eyes, she took the money.

The barista smiled, her eyes bright and much more charismatic than his, “thank you sir.” she pocketed the money in her apron “ and that's the plan, as soon as I have enough money, I’m leaving this hell hole--just me and my shitty van. all the way to broadway”

He nodded as she walked away. He took a sip of his bitter drink, going over his notes a few more times--now should I ambush or wait--

“Eddie?”

His heart stopped dead as he snapped his head up, hearing his name, slamming the book closed.

His eyes met Richie's, who seemed equally as shocked to see him there. They stared at each other for a few moments.

W...why is he here?! He...he can’t be here now...what the fuck?

There was something off in Richie's overall appearance, he looked very sick, malnourished, hunched over and wearing clothes that looked like they hadn’t been washed in weeks, his eyes looked like he was coming straight from the morgue.

Though his face was one of shock and confusion as to why Eddie was in Derry that night, Eddie was almost disappointed Richie was not happy to see him there.

“Holy shit trashmouth” Eddie sat up straight “What the hell are you doing here?” He motioned for Richie to sit down, which the man obliged to very quickly.

“Just passing through, I have to get down to uh… Ludlow, Maine.” to this, Eddie was confused, it sounded like Richie was making things up on the spot “I uh...got a show down there, w-what are you doing in Derry?”

He knew when Richie was lying, he always knew, he never told Richie this, but since they grew up together, he watched the mannerisms he had when lying, and could always tell ever since.

But that's because he didn’t want to look stupid, believing what Richie said. Definitely not because he liked to watch the man, and DEFINITELY not because he admired him for lying with so much ease.

Definitely not.

Eddie nodded, taking a sip of coffee “Just uh…” he quickly thought of a lie, “Visiting Mike, I wanted to surprise him, plus, wanted to get away from New York for a while”

“Interesting.” Richie’s eyes fell to the journal Eddie was desperately trying to keep hidden “Aw, does Eddie have a diary?”

Eddie let his face falter a bit, showing off his worry, pulling his journal “its it’s for work, asshat” he narrowed his eyes.

Richie, one who usually would keep poking at Eddie, slumped back a bit “Well, I gotta get going, Nice seeing you around.” he stood up, ready to walk away.

“Wait, come on.” Eddie looked up at the man, extremely confused “are you okay, man? If I'm honest, you look like shit.”

“Yeah i'm...fine.I just gotta get some...thing to eat” Richie eyed him up and down slowly, before exiting the building without another word.

Eddie just stared at the door as Richie walked away, well, not really walking, he was pretty much stumbling away.

Though as he left, the two men from before waved at Richie, like they knew him...probably just fans, Eddie couldn’t afford to read too much into things.

He shook his head, taking another sip of his coffee and reopening his book once again, Richie was probably drunk, and there was no surprise there. Eddie noticed how much Richie would drink last time they met, and this behavior didn’t surprise him.

But it was strange.

He quickly finished up his cup of coffee, placing his cup at the edge of the table, another waitress quickly coming to pick it up as he left the coffee shop, holding onto his journal tightly as he walked through Derry.

He checked his phone, a few missed messages from Mike, sharing a few more of his findings, but Eddie couldn’t bother to read them, his mind was only on Richie.

Why was he lying? What was he doing here? Questions whizzed around his head. Did Richie know something? Did Mike call him too?

Eddie sighed, he better get back to his hotel room, no use thinking about it now. He had a task at hand, and he had to get ready in the next few hours.

And that he did.

He was prepared for everything, he had a few guesses to what the monster was, a werewolf, a demon? but nothing really fit perfectly. demons kill people, but it's not like they would let people escape. Werewolves fit better, you could escape one, but they were not very...cleanly with their kills.

Whatever it was, it was going to be killed, no matter how many there were.

An alarm went off in his phone, letting the man know it was time to leave, get to the woods and start investigating.

He grabbed his bag, filled to the brim with gear, and headed out the door, texting Mike that he was headed out, and that the man needed to refrain from further messages, until Eddie had texted first of course.

He placed his phone back into his pocket, swiftly leaving the building. It was only a twenty minute walk to the forest, but if it felt like forever, his body felt shaky, like he should just turn around.

He never felt like this before, he chalked it up to nerves, with being back in Derry. Something in him still believed it could be IT, but he knew that wasn’t the case. If it was, ‘Richie Marsh’ wouldn’t be out, it would be the losers.

Before he even knew it, he was in the woods, walking down a manmade concrete pathway, exactly where Mike told him to go, trees making it seem like he was walking through a hedge maze.

As he walked down the path, it seemed to get more and more confusing, like he couldn’t even remember where he was going, but thinking it was nerves, he kept going.

His heart stopped as he heard a woman's scream break the cold silence of the night, the sound of heels clicking on the concrete coming closer and closer.

As quick as he could, he bolted towards the sound of the woman, following her voice. He carefully took out a  gun from his bag as he ran down the pathway, his finger on the trigger.

Soon enough, a woman came into his field of vision, she was wearing a black apron, a dirty white shirt caked in blood, and a tattered pair of shorts.

it was the Barista from the coffee shop, She waved her arms wildly as she ran towards him, stumbling around like an animal.

“Please! Please help me! He’s gonna kill me!”

Eddie placed the gun back into his bag, putting it on his back and grabbing onto her as she ran into him.

Her makeup was running down her face, blood all over her skin, her hair was a mess, what once was a perfect simple bun, was now tangled with branches and all kinds of dirt in it.

“Ma’am calm down its okay we just-”

“No you don't understand! We can’t stay here we have to run!” She whisper-yelled at him, grabbing his arm and pulling him into the trees, straying from the pathway. “If they find us they’ll kill us!” she pulled him into a ditch, her breath shaky and tears flooding down her face.

“Okay… Okay take a deep breath, what the hell happened?” Eddie reached into his bag, grabbing his first-aid kit, ready to seal up any wound on her.

She took deep breaths, holding onto her arms as she shivered “these two guys, he… came into the cafe I work in, He was so nice” she let out a laugh, sniffling a sob. “I was so stupid, he asked me and my coworker out, and we said yes, it was supposed to be a walk in the woods, a nice walk… “

“Where’s your coworker now?” Eddie pulled out a cloth to wipe her off with, before he could give it to her, she began sobbing.

“The man…the thing! It ate her!” she said through her sobs. “While we were walking, they… they began saying weird things, like ‘dinner is ready' we didnt know what they meant! They meant us! This man came out of the woods, i called out to him, he just looked away, I think he was one of them.”

As she spoke, he watered down the cloth, giving it to her. “he...ate her?”

She sighed, wiping her face with the cloth, “this is going to sound crazy…”  she hesitated, sniffling again as she looked at him.

“I deal with crazy almost 3 times a week, this is why I’m here, you’re gonna be okay, this is my job.”

She nodded nervously “there was another man there, he was in the trees, before we could even say anything, all three of them...grew..into giants...and… my coworkers date...he picked her up and…”

She suddenly fell into a crying fit once more, falling into eddies lap, he rubbed her back, trying to console her.

“He… he bit her in half!” she screamed through sobs. “I got away, the one in the trees just watched me, who knows how close he is.”

He felt sick as she cried, and Eddie looked away from her… this wasn’t what he expected, no wonder nothing was making sense, there was nobody, because they would eat it.

He was about to say something, as they heard the sound of leaves crunching and branches breaking. “It's not my fault you lost the bitch”

The girl froze, her cries stopping out of fear, she covered her mouth. She shared a terrified look with Eddie, who shared the same look.

“Well it's not mine either, I was in the middle of eating!” the man sounded so nonchalant when talking about murder, but then again, most monsters weren’t remorseful.

“Will both of you shut the fuck up and just get on with it?” the voice sounded eerily familiar, but he couldn’t concentrate on it now.

The three men kept bickering, and the barista nodded to eddie, pointing to the other side of the ditch, mouthing the word “run”

He shook his head wildly, mouthing the word “no” over and over, if she did this, she would be dead.

Either she thought it would work, or she didn’t care if she died, but she ran up the side of the ditch, then began dashing through the woods once again, ignoring Eddie's silent pleas not to.

Instantly two out of the three men yelled, and began running as well, though their footsteps began getting louder and louder, Eddie shrunk back, trying to hide as best as he could.

He watched in horror as one of the giants walked over the ditch, which took them only one step, right above him, then another, then another, it was too dark to get a good look at any of them from his disadvantaged point.

But luckily, with all the noise they were making, he was able to run to the other side of the ditch, running up and hiding behind a large tree, digging through his bag, the best luck he would’ve had with killing these things, was his machete, thanking god that he actually brought it.

Eddie held it tightly to his chest, slowly turning to see what was happening.

“Let me go!” the Barista screamed as she was picked up by the giant, flailing around in his grip.

“Oh I’ll let you go alright,”

She gave him a strange look, before returning to her screams as he lifted her up over his head, his mouth agape.

“I’ll let you go now”

Eddie turned back behind the tree, hearing her screams as she was dropped into the giant's mouth, he wasn’t looking, but his mind pictured it. He felt sick to his stomach, anger bubbling up inside of him

He heard the screams of the woman suddenly stop, and a silence filled the air. Eddie knew what this meant, he felt like he was ready to vomit, his stomach twisting in knots

“Y’know you don't have to drag it out.”

“What? You’re just mad because you got jack shit, maybe you shouldn’t be so picky”

Eddie listened to the three bickers, waiting for the right time to move from tree to tree, making sure they couldn’t see him as he got closer.

In his head he knew this was a bad idea, that he was going to get caught, but this was the first time he had ever actually met a victim, he talked with her, even if it was brief, it pushed him more than anything else did, this wasn’t about money, for the sake of the town, no…

It was for Her.

He took a deep breath as he prepared to move to another tree, planning to climb it and attack in a much better position.

“Ah! I thought I heard something!” Eddie froze, hearing a booming voice behind him.

He. was. Fucked.

He instantly spun around, waving the machete up, he heard the giant let out a yell as the blade bit into its hand, which was about to grab eddie.

shitshitshit

Eddie backed up a bit, before taking off in a run, but it didn’t help, another came barreling in.. barrelling in Eddie's eyes, it was pretty much just a few steps for the giant, the last one just hung out in the back, basically ignoring the interaction.

Eddie prepared to swing again, but the giant in front of him didn’t move, just smirked, catching Eddie off guard, allowing the one behind him to snatch him up.

“Shit!” Eddie yelled as the sneak attack made him drop the machete on the ground.

“You little fucker…” the giant lifted him off the ground at a speed that made Eddie sick, never in his life had he wanted to be on the ground more than he was now, the cold wind made him cringe as he was face to face with the Giant.

Surprisingly, the man looked fairly normal, he wore a plain blue shirt with some black jeans, nothing like any fairy tale would describe it.

His eyes were damn near murderous, he held up his other hand ‘look what you fucking did.” Eddie struggled in the giant's grip, which only made the man laugh, “what? Little hunter doesn’t know what to say?”

Eddie sputtered a bit, how did they know he was a hunter?

“Looks like you got dinner after all, huh Rich?”

“Don’t fucking call me that.”

Rich...Rich...that voice...is that...NO….NONONO

Eddie's head whipped around as the third giant came closer to the other two...those glasses, those clothes...those eyes.

When those eyes met him, they shared the same look, the exact same look that they shared at the coffee shop. Eddie wanted to yell, but it seemed all the sound had left his body.

That's why Richie was in Derry...

“What's the matter?” the giant holding him pulled him closer, “don’t like knowing that you’re dinner?” he chuckled devilishly, Eddie didn’t respond, too horrified at richie to even register what the giant was saying “hey fucko! You listening?”

The giant shook Eddie a bit, still nothing, he gave a look to the other stranger, who just nodded, the same devilish smile pasted onto his face.

Without another word, he let Eddie go, plummeting towards the earth.

Eddie let out a loud yelp, it was almost in slow motion for him, falling through the air, hitting the cold, hard ground, he was sure a rib or two were fractured just by the pain he felt in his chest, but the pounding in his head was much...much worse. He couldn’t move, he could only listen to what they had to say.

“Why the fuck did you do that?” Richie pushed the giant who was holding Eddie, not even caring to remember his name “you could’ve just given him to me.”

Richie's heart sank as he saw the hunter in the giant hand, Eddie, he knew Eddie was lying about why he was in Derry, Eddie was just simply, a bad liar. But he had never expected something like this, he never wanted any of the losers to find out about this. It was bad enough he was hunting in Derry, only a mere half hour from Mike.

“Why not? The little fucker wouldn’t listen, so I gave it what it deserved.”

He felt anger overflow him as the giant talked about Eddie in this way, but he stayed silent, bending down, and picking up Eddie by the collar of his jacket, his body dangling at it rose up.

Eddie could barely move, everything hurt, he knew he was being lifted up once again, but he couldn’t do anything about it, what was he to do, his ribs were broken, he was winded and he was basically a doll to these guys.

He could hear Richie talking to the two, but he couldn’t really understand it, until one sentence was asked.

“So, You gonna chew ‘im?”

This sent Eddie back into his fit of panic, adrenaline coursing through his veins, he began cursing, kicking, wildly flailing. The two giants just laughed.

“Come on richie, you can chew this once, trust me, so much better experience.” Eddie couldn’t tell which of the two giants spoke, but he begged to whatever was out there, that Richie wouldn’t go through with it.

“I’m not a fan of blood, you should know that by now.” Richie rolled his eyes, his gaze back to Eddie, his heart breaking as he watched the man flail around, knowing he was in pain by the look on his face.

“The bitch thought he was going to kill us, he cut my fucking finger! Let him have it!” the giant pushed richie slightly, Richie giving him a glare.

“He's going to die anyways, why can’t I let myself enjoy him squirm?” Richie spoke, monotone. “I like how it feels when they go down.”

It was enough to make Eddie sick.

“It's your last hunt with us, go out with a bang! You got a fucking hunter after all…treat it like it treats our kind!”

“Fuck off, let me do it.'' His tone seemed almost protective, but with Eddie hearing a low gurgle of the man's stomach, Eddie knew it was like an animal protective of its prey.

The two just sighed, watching Richie...just...waiting.

Eddie paused as the giants fell into silence, staring up at Richie with tears in his eyes, his vision was blurry, and his head kept feeling worse and worse. “Please...don’t do this…” he found his voice, only to say that.

What else was he supposed to say? It was rich! The man he grew up with, the man he fought a killer clown demon with….the man...who was about to eat him.

Richie just sighed, lifting Eddie up carefully, much more carefully than the others would even dare, tilting his head up and placing Eddie right on his tongue. Letting go of the man and shutting his mouth.

Eddie's heart dropped at the quick action, Richie not even hesitating before putting Eddie into his mouth.

The heat inside richies mouth was enough to make Eddie let out a yell, going from chilly weather and a biting wind to a human sauna was not the best transition. The sensation of the wet, squishy muscle underneath him giving him a dose of reality-- He pushed against the roof of the mouth, hoping to re-open the mouth, but from the angle he was at, the throat was just becoming him.

He attempted to climb up the tongue, but no matter how close he would get to almost getting out, the saliva around him beckoned him down the tight, hot throat.

“Let me out!” Eddie yelled, but he knew it was no use, that Richie wouldn’t let him go, not after this. “Let me out you...fucking bastard!”

This was it? This is how he would go, he fought almost every dangerous creature in the book and won but he HAD to be eaten by someone he called a friend?

He felt himself getting weaker and weaker, his breath becoming more and more shortened with each breath. He found himself almost allowing his body to be pulled and squished around by the tongue, which happily licked at him.

He yelled as richie rolled him around, coating him in thick saliva in the process, but he really couldn’t do anything about it, the fear and fatigue getting to his head.

As the throat beckoned him down, he clawed at the tongue to keep himself out of the hot, wet esophagus “don’t do this!”

His words were met with no answer, but with a swallow.

Eddie yelled as his lower half was pulled into richies throat, he couldn’t move, which made him flail around even more, this was met with another swallow, thick muscles pulling the rest of him into the hungry throat and down the man's gullet, it was almost second nature to the man.

It must’ve been only a few seconds, but it felt like hours as he slid down the esophagus, unable to move and his Eddies head spinning with anxiety.

The one word spilling into Eddie's mind was only ....”Why?”

He pushed against the esophagus in an attempt to stop himself from sliding down any further, but all the saliva clinging to him and his clothes wouldn’t let him.

Suddenly, Eddie felt his legs slip into the stomach below him, gurgles and growls heard below him. As the rest of him slipped inside the belly, the whole experience became very...very real.

His head was dizzy from the lack of oxygen in the throat, and he couldn’t stop shaking at the thought of this being the final place he would be alive, nobody would know Richie had done it.

And that's the last thing Eddie Kaspbrack remembered, before passing out completely.

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Richie paused as he felt eddie go limp on his tongue for a few moments, he was scared this was too much for the little guy and his heart gave out, but the small man began to thrash around once more, which in a dark way, got him relieved, so he could continue.

This was a disaster, he hated how he had to eat people already, but the fact that it was Eddie made everything so much worse.

Richie should’ve known something was up when he saw Eddie in that cafe, he just couldn’t focus with the hunger eating him up inside.

Now it wasn’t only hunger eating him up...it was guilt.

He rolled Eddie around on his tongue a few more times, capturing the taste of the man.

he hated to admit it, but people tasted so good. It was almost like a drug for him, nothing really could sustain him for long, except for this. The longest he could go without eating a person was three weeks, he would move town to town with his tour, every few weeks swallowing a person to keep his energy up.

He carefully swallowed a few times, his Adam's apple bobbing as he brought his head back down, he could feel Eddie sliding slowly down his gullet, esophagus stretching as he did so it felt so...normal for him, like it was second nature.

One thing he was grateful for, was that he was the only guy that night who didn’t have a meal already lined up.

The past few weeks, meeting up with these guys got worse and worse, they were cruel, but for some reason they liked him, and would not leave him alone no matter how much he demanded them to, but tonight they agreed that tonight could be their last night

They always wanted it to be Derry, maybe because they lived there, maybe because the people tasted better. Richie didn't know, all he did was agree, since he didn't want one of their victims to become someone that he cared about. .

He felt guilty knowing the fates of the other two girls, but he knew he couldn’t stop it, they chose to kill those girls, they could’ve safely eaten them, but they chose to kill, which they thought he chose as well. He couldn’t change this, and it made him sick just to think about it.

As the two other giants shrank back down to their normal height, RIchie didn’t even bother to remember the jackasses names, they looked up at him.

“Sad to see ya go! Maybe we’ll meet up again!” one of them spoke, the other just nodded, before they both walked away.

sickos...

Richie stayed silent and still until they got out of sight, before letting out a deep breath, holding onto his stomach as he felt eddies body slip inside of it, it felt so...good to have someone in there again

But all according to plan,  he felt Eddie pass out, feeling his shallow breaths as he lay unconscious in his belly.

He was going to be okay...

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It's too hot, It feels like I’m melting...I can’t move...I have to get out of here...I have to…

Eddie's eyes snapped open at the sound of a car horn, and a familiar yell, his head throbbing and he almost jumped out of his seat, he would’ve if he didn’t have his seatbelt on…

Seatbelt?!

Eddie's head snapped in every direction as he looked around, he was in a car, a blanket covering him...not where he thought he was...did...did he actually...no...he wasn’t...he couldn’t be… he wasn’t inside of a...

Richie let out a yell as Eddie popped up, making him swerve the car violently into the left lane, then back into the right lane, causing a chorus of more car horns to indicate that what he just did was an asshole move.

“Jesus fucking christ Eddie!” Richie yelled, “you scared the shit out of me!” he kept his eyes on the road, but the shock poured off of him like sweat.

Eddie just stared at richie as he drove, he could feel his body shaking at the sight of the man… he stammered for a moment, but he was only able to get out one word.

“Y-you…” his voice cracked a bit.

He didn’t want to believe it was true, but his clothes and hair being damp pointed out that might be the case, he felt his eyes sting with the threat of tears, never before had he felt this much Terror.

“I what eddie? I saved your life, what the fuck were you doing there?! If I wasn’t there you’d be fucking dead!” Richie turned to Eddie, giving him an angry look.

Richie was angry… at him?!

As Eddie got a good glypse at Richie, he noticed the man's face was red, his eyes a bit puffy, and he was shaking profusely, not to mention the cracks in his voice and the tears rolling down his face.

Richie was crying...Richie never cries…

“You actually...you fucking ate me?!’” Eddie finally worked up the courage to yell “What the fuck man?! I thought we were friends?!” his hand fell to his side, instinctively grabbing his knife holster, though only grabbing nothing, his knife lost in the fight earlier.

Richie didn’t respond, he just kept staring at the road. This just made Eddie angrier.

“You fucking piece of shit!” Eddie pulled the blanket off of him, shivering as his damp clothes absorbed the cold air around him. “You didn’t even tell any of us, you are a fucking m-monster!”

Again, silence, but he could see richie white knuckling the steering wheel.

Eddie could feel hot tears coming down from his eyes, “what's your plan now?” he couldn’t see himself leaving this vehicle alive, unless he hopped out the car door right now, even then he had a higher chance of ending up dead. “you should’ve made it quick like those other two fuckers did” he mumbled quietly.

Suddenly, Richie swerved across a few lanes, making Eddie slam into the car door instantly, which caused another abundance of yelling and anger from the man.

Richie didn’t say a word as he moved off of the highway, onto a local road, close to the treeline of the woods, slamming on the breaks at the closest place he could pull over at.

Eddie couldn’t help but be afraid of Richies silence, his slight shakiness as he held the wheel and the fact that Richie refused to make eye contact as he cried.

“I could’ve killed you.”  Richies voice cracked a slight bit.

Eddies heart sunk hearing those words, he could feel every bit of fear he had felt before hit him once again “R-Richie...I-I-”

“I could have done everything I said I would out there, and you could imagine what they would do if I wasn’t there…”

“Richie...p-please-”

“But I wouldn’t...I...I can’t Ed’s!” Richie lost all of his composure, and began yelling “I couldn’t let anything happen to you! What the hell were you thinking going after us? You could’ve died, Killing IT was one thing, but you’re alone!”

Eddie stared at him with a shocked expression, he felt his face flush, even if he was angry and scared, he was almost embarrassed, he felt like a child being berated by a parent, he frowned.

“You. ate. Me.”  Eddie spoke, emphasizing each word. “You ate me and you’re giving me shit?”

“But you’re still alive, hm?” Richie gestured up and down to Eddie, “nothing Hurt huh? You’re welcome.”

Those words actually got through to Eddie, “how am I...not dead…”

Richie sighed, hearing Eddie's tone, not angry, just...scared. “I’m not like them, Eddie. It's safe, because I’m safe…” Richie pinched the bridge of his nose “fuck that didn’t make sense, I..Its just something I can do.”

Eddie got a good look at Richie at this point, the man was no longer disheveled, he looked like he was good as new, no bags under his eyes, he didn’t look like he was going to pass out anymore...he looked healthy.

Eddie, felt tired, nauseous, and felt like he was about to pass out, they practically switched places. t

“What did you do to me…?” Eddie asked, which richie let out a small chuckle.

“Unlike Them”  he spoke of the two like it was bad luck to even think of them “I can’t digest living things, i uh… do have to eat living creatures though” he looked at Eddie, answering before the man could ask the question “I take energy, that's why you passed out, you came on the right day honestly, i usually wait a while before eating.”

“That's why there were survivors, that's how Mike knew--”

“Mike knows?” it sounded like a stupid question, but it had never crossed his mind. “How much does Mike know?” his voice was desperate, almost terrified.

“Not much… one girl that you...let go...talked to him about what she remembered…”

Richie shook his head “Fuck!” he yelled, slamming his hands on the wheels. “I left her on the pathway, watched her wake up, she shouldn’t have known about what happened.”

Eddie jumped at the slam “She didn’t remember anything, she thought escaped on her own, Mike has no idea what's going on, he...doesn’t even know he sent me here.”

“How the fuck doesnt he know?”

This is where Eddie began to feel nervous again-- what to say?

“A simple alias and a voice modifier did the trick.” Eddie rolled his eyes “and this isn’t my first time doing this.”

The shifter's heart sank.

Richie began piecing it all together, “You’re actually a hunter…?” he asked, “Tell me your joking Ed’s, you’re fucking with me…”

The thought of Eddie being an actual hunter was almost as absurd as knowing richie was a giant. Eddie was pretty fearless, but he didn’t act like the other hunters he’d met, if Eddie was actually a hunter, Richie was most likely a dead man.

“I uh… did tell you that I’m a Risk analyzer, I just didn’t tell you what kind of risks I worked with…” Eddie looked away, almost embarrassed. “I didn’t think I’d even run into you...or any of the losers on the job… Especially if the job is on one of you.”

Richie just stayed silent, Eddie. Eddie fucking Kaspbrack, kills monsters, just like him...all the time? He just silently turned on the car, driving back onto the main road. He felt this...intimidation now, and Richie did not like it at all.

“Richie?” Eddie asked, staring at the man, who just kept his eyes on the road. “Richie what's going on…?”

“I’m going to drop you off at your hotel, and guessing that there’s only one hotel that's not a total shithole, I’m guessing that's where you’re staying.” he spoke fast, like he didn’t want to talk to Eddie, which made the other man frown.

“You’re right...but...you seem...off.”

“Finding out my best friend is a killer isn’t something I really enjoy knowing.”

Holy shit…”Richie, are you...scared of me?” Eddie asked, utterly confused. He got no answer except for Richies face turning a slight red colour.

Eddie turned a bit red, but quickly changed the subject when Richie pulled into the driveway of the hotel, parking. “Are you going to answer me, dickwad” he only added the last part to get a reaction out of the man.

Richie snapped his head over to Eddie,  “we’ll finish this talk in the hotel room, I’m not staying in this car the entire night.”

“In the hotel room? What makes you think I’m letting you up there?”

“Because you can’t fucking walk.” Richie snapped once more, pointing to Eddie's legs, “Just try.”

Eddie just nodded, giving Richie a snarky look, then getting out of the vehicle.

“See!” Eddie spoke as Richie started, just waiting.  “What was that about---!”

Eddie couldn’t finish the sentence of glory as his legs wobbled. Making him fall to the concrete of the parking lot with a painful groan.

Richie got out of the car, a smug look on his face “what was what about?” He stood, hands in his hoodie pockets, holding back a bit of laughter.

Eddie just looked up, about to yell once more, but his own fear silenced him as he had to look up at Richie again, towering over him as he was on the pavement.

Richie frowned, seeing the fear in the hunters eyes, sighing

“Fuck--Here” Richie bent down, grabbing onto eddie, pulling the mans arm over his shoulder as to stablize him and help him move.

At first Eddie pushed back, not wanting Richie to even touch him at the moment, but something made him turn red as he got so close to him.

‘Do. not. Even. think. About. It.’

The walk up to the hotel room was silent, only minor grunts or breaths from either of the men.

Richie was practically going nuts with Eddie so close again--He would never admit it, but having eddie so close to his nose, he couldn’t help but smell him once again, and he smelled so...delicious, and the fact that he was able to taste him once meant that he knew that eddie was delicious.

‘Stop it….fucking stop.’

As they reached Eddie's door, the man tried to get the keys out of his pocket, only for Richie to just grab it out of his pocket himself, unlocking the door.

“T...thanks”

“Get in.”

Eddie sighed as they both walked in, the door shutting behind them. Eddie turned red as his luggage bag was sprawled on the bed, knives visible.

Richie groaned, seeing the blades, setting Eddie onto the bed, “Have enough fucking Knives man?”

“What? Scared?”

Richie said nothing, but looked away.

“The man who Eats people alive, is afraid of me?” Eddie couldn’t help but laugh, dry and sarcastic, “and I’m not a killer…”

Richie gave him a disbelieving look, eddies laugh faded

“Well I am a killer, but it's not like that...I researched creatures like you for a while, I made like four journals just observing you guys…”

“Wow, a nerd in literally everything. Even murder” richie rolled his eyes, but it was very noticeable when his shoulders relaxed slightly, though still seemed on guard as Eddie spoke, his eyes narrow and hesitant.

“After IT,” Eddie turned away. “I realized that some of these creatures, they just want to Hurt people… and...I just can’t let that happen. So I became a hunter… it was tough at first, but i’ve gotten better.” Eddie rubbed the back of his neck nervously “B-but I don’t kill people who are just trying to live their lives, only the ones who are killing people...which doesn’t make me that popular.”

Richie gave Eddie a look, not disproving, but just...intrigued, “Damn, a hunter with a moral backbone? Where have you been all my life”

Eddie paused, “I’ve been in your fucking life” He almost felt offended “suddenly I haven’t been with you because of my fucking career choice? Newsflash fuckface, I’m still fucking eddie kaspbrack”

Richie’s eyes widened “I didn't mean it--”

“You fucking EAT people. And I still see you as my...friend” Eddies voice lowered, looking away, “trust me, if I didn’t you’d be dead.”

Richie fell silent, somehow the word ‘friend’ still hurt him. Eddie could see the hurt on his face, looking away as well.

“All the other hunters i’ve known never gave me a chance to explain” Richie finally spoke after a few minutes, “They just see me as a monster.”

“i-I’m sorry.” Eddie responded “I didn’t mean--”

“Oh shut up.” Richie flashed a smile “You get a pass, I fucking ate you. I didn’t get a chance with any others.”

Eddie couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle at the comment, something so absurd about the situation allowed him to. He was a hunter, who had been eaten, and is now talking to the person who had eaten him.

“So...the other losers?” Eddie fake coughed, trying to change the subject “Do any of them know”

“FUCK no.” Richie shook his head loudly, “If they knew that I’ve wanted--” Richie paused mid sentence, sputtering, clearly not wanting that to come out.

Eddie's eyes widened, “No no no, you don't get to say that shit and NOT finish the sentence, dickweed.”

“I-I..er--” Richie couldn’t form a coherent sentence, too busy turning redder than a tomato.

“Richie...Have you thought about...Eating us...like all of us? The losers?”

At first, Richie resisted, sputtering out a shaky ‘no!’, but Eddie just stared at the man, his expression not changing, it was a trick he would use when they were kids, Richie would always break.

“Fuck you Kaspbrak!” Richie finally broke, throwing his hands in the air “what do you want me to say? There's not one goddamn day that goes by since the reunion where i don’t think about it! There! Judge me all you fucking want! It's not gonna change the fact that I wanted to Eat you!”

Richie turned red again as eddie just stared “forget it”

“Did you ever try?”

It was richie's turn to look offended “you think im fucking stupid? If I tried anything on that trip, you’d think i was IT, I wasn’t about to be killed by my friends!”

Eddie put his hands up defensively “Okay okay! Don’t get your panties in a twist! It was a fucking question!”

Richie slumped back, defeated “I’ve thought about it sure---I never planned to though!” Richie almost sounded like he was trying to promise Eddie this, rather than convince him “I never planned on telling you guys, not that you’d believe me if I did.”

“Well you didn’t exactly tell me...so you kept your plan?”

Richie gave him a ‘are you kidding me’ expression

“I will eat you again”

“Don’t make me pull out the Knives, Tozier.”

Before Richie could even say another word, a loud ringing came from the luggage bag. It was his backup phone, Eddie reached for it, Richie first shook his head not to answer, but Eddie did anyway.

“Mr Marsh? Oh thank god you answered, it's been so long I thought the worst? What happened?” Richie tensed up, hearing Mike's voice on the other end of the phone, Eddie looked at the frightened predator and shook his head, mouthing the words ‘voice modifier’ which made Richie calm down slightly, still uncomfortable to hear Mike's voice.

Though on the other hand, Richie couldn’t help but laugh at the ‘Mr. Marsh’ mouthing to Eddie ‘are you fucking serious?’

Eddie shook his head, trying to wave the man off “Sorry Mr Hanlon, I understand your concern, everything is--”

“Ed’s?”

Eddie's sentence came to a full stop as Mike said his name, and so did his heart “w-what?”

“i-I” Mike stammered on the phone for a second “Eddie is that you?”

Richie, in an act of pure instinct, snatched the phone away from Eddie, who yelled out a quick “wait!” Before Richie hung up, turning the phone off.

There were a few moments of silence, you could practically hear the two’s hearts pumping loudly and full of anxiety.

“Shit.” they both said in unison.

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its good to be back...again!

[vorish-musing]

One Last Job (Part 2/2)

I wanted to get this out to you guys so badly, I worked non stop on it!

Warning #1: this has spoilers for the show Barry on HBO, this is your official spoiler warning. this show deals with graphic violence (the main character being a hitman) and if you are not okay with the talk of murder/death, do not read this fic. 

Warning #2: this story features soft, safe, unwilling vore, with this comes fearplay, digestion mention, fatal vore (mentioned but not graphic) if any of this isn’t your thing, feel free to not read, I won’t get mad :) there’s also a bit of cursing involved 

Without further ado, here’s part two!

“Help!” he yelled loudly, louder than Barry expected, making him grab his stomach, where hank was, and turn a bright red, luckily he was out of the house, and nobody was there to hear it. 

Hank quickly backed away from the stomach wall, feeling Barry's hand on the other side. His heart stopped for a few seconds. “Someone help me! Please!” 

Barry began to speed walk to his car, trying to draw the least amount of attention to himself. “Hank just please be quiet until we get into the car, then you can scream your lungs out” he mumbled to himself. 

Hank heard the words, but chose to ignore them, going back to flailing about, now turning his attention to Barry “Let me out!” 

Barry opened his car door, quickly getting in and letting out a deep sigh, hoping Hank would stop kicking soon, it didn't hurt, it was more of a nuisance. He turned to the dashboard, looking at his phone, then a lightbulb hit him. 

“Barry I swear to god if you don’t let me out all of my men will know about this” of course, hank had no idea how he was going to tell his men about this, but threats were threats.

“Yeah I get it, give me a moment.” Barry spoke, not intimidated at all by Hanks words, concentrating on turning his phone on, he went to his contacts and phoned the same number he called Fuches on before, putting it on speaker. 

Hank had a sinking feeling as Barry disregarded him, he had never seen Barry like this before, it was like it was a different person. Anger bubbled up inside of him, he realized that Barry wouldn’t care, but he cared, it was his life dammit!

A few rings passed, before Fuches answered “Barry?” the man sounded surprised to hear from him already, or maybe it was hearing from him at all.

“Here’s your proof.” Barry placed the phone at his stomach, a few gurgles we’re heard, before Hank made some noise so Fuches could listen in.

“Fuck you Barry! Fuck you! Let me out of here you fucking bastard!” 

Barry heard Fuches laugh maniacally on the other end of the phone, his gut twisting at the sound “Ha! How's it going in there Hank? Having fun, I presume?” 

“...Fuches?” Hank froze, making him pause his tirade dead in its tracks, remembering what Barry had said before “you can’t just let this happen, Barry ATE me! Do you really want someone to go that way?!” 

“Absolutely! I asked for it after all, surprised he even took the job!” every word that Fuches spoke drained any energy Hank had, it was hopeless “ Anyways, I now have a mafia to run, so enjoy your meal Barry!” and with that, the phone call disconnected. 

Hank was stunned, not even he would want someone to suffer like this. 

Well, they weren’t his men anymore, Fuches was taking over. 

Barry then turned off his phone again, letting out a sigh “Fuck!” he yelled, hitting his hands on the wheel,  laughing out of pure anxiety. “It fucking worked…. Hank? Hank listen to me I-” 

“You hated Fuches... Why would you let him do this, why would you do this for him?” hanks words were quieter, he was in shock, it was like everything hit him all at once. Its scared Barry how his demeanor changed dramatically

“Hank hear me out, I do hate him and you’re going to be fine, this was all for show. If you calm down I can explain, you aren’t going to be digested, and you aren’t going to die.” 

It took a few moments for Hank to register what Barry was saying, but one he had, the man was speechless, he couldn’t even understand what Barry was saying, “I...How?-” he didn’t know if this was a game, or if he was telling the truth

“Trust me, I don’t get it either, I can just...do this,” Barry turned a bright red, realizing that his answers wouldn’t help hank all that much “ Fuches wanted you dead, and wanted me to...do this… I decided to play along, I can’t let him run your men, he’d go ape-shit”

“Why...Why didn’t you tell me?” Hank yelled, trying to poke holes in Barry’s story. 

“The fucker wanted proof that I did the job, so I couldn’t avoid it. I used to use this ability on jobs all the time.” 

Hanks stomach dropped “people have died in here?!” somehow that never crossed his mind, of course it had happened before, Barry seemed like he was an expert.. 

Barry’s eyes widened “NO!” he yelled, his heart beating wildly as another painful memory was shoved into his head. He could feel Hank stop moving, probably shocked at the volume. “no...It was when I needed to transport someone somewhere without people knowing. They’d usually be gagged so nobody could hear them. I wouldn't… do this to kill someone.”

There was an awkward silence.

Hank slumped back in the stomach, feeling it gurgle around him, making him flinch “what's going to happen with Fuches. He’s going to know I’m alive sooner or later” 

“We can expose him, you’re alive and he tried to get you killed, you just need to lay low for at least a day. Which means you’ll be in there for the rest of the day, and tomorrow.” 

He was ready for backlash once more, and he wouldn’t blame Hank for being angry, but he was thoroughly surprised when hank pressed on the stomach wall, not angrily this time, but a soft touch.

“You… did this all to save me?” hank’s voice changed “I knew you we’re my friend!” hank punched the wall of Barry’s stomach, this time in a more friendly gesture. “I’m sorry I fought so much, must’ve done a number on you”

“Not really, I’ve been through worse”

 “How come you didn’t tell me before, you scared the shit out of me, you could have told me and then did it!” hank let out a laugh, more out of pure shock than happiness

Barry sighed, relieved he and Hank we’re on the same page “because he wouldn’t believe it, you aren’t that good at acting scared yakow” 

“Fuck you! I’m a fantastic actor!”

Barry just laughed, pulling onto the street, ready to get home and away from this mess. 

“So how did you find out you could do this?” 

“Not important” Barry sighed, rolling his eyes. 

Hank pushed on his stomach wall, then pushed again, clearly not planning to drop the situation any time soon, and with each push it was getting more bothersome.

Barry gave in.  it was no use keeping secrets anymore “back in Afghanistan, one of my mates were fucking around, it was just us on patrol that night, he was making a shit ton of noise, which was pretty much the only thing that would get us killed, I just snapped and….yeah, I don’t really remember much except for after it happened.” 

Barry felt hanks laughter inside, it almost tickled “you maniac! What happened? Did he tell?” 

“He tried saying I did something, nobody believed him, and the situation was dropped, he never really spoke to me after that, transferred to a different group.” 

“Well that's not fun.” Hank slumped down into the squishy stomach wall, he wanted to hear an entertaining story like what happened to him, call it masochistic, but if he knew none of this and told him what happened to him, he would pitch it as a movie. 

“Not every story is. Its mostly the same pattern” Barry turned into his apartment complexes parking garage “Do...this, go to a remote location, get them out, take out the hit. We didn’t tell the buyer what we did, we just charged them more when they wanted a kidnapping. If you think you did some damage today, these guys did so much worse.”

Hank nodded, wishing he could see inside Barry’s stomach. Wondering what it really looked like, if what he was saying was true, he might have some scar tissue or healed wounds from when it happened.

“How did Fuches not realize you could keep me in here without dying?” 

“He thinks there’s a time limit on how long someone can stay in there for.” Barry turned into a parking spot, turning off his car, then sitting back “there isn’t- if you’re worried about that. I mean if I really wanted to I could do it, but that’s just....cruel.” 

Hanks heart spiked for a second, “Barry-” he laughed, a nervous twinge in his voice.

“I won’t.” Barry cut him off “I’d have to be dying for that to happen, and I’m not dying any time soon.”

Hank patted the stomach wall “I know… its just…” hank sighed, “it fucked up that I’m even in here, allow me to be a little nervous?” 

Barry awkwardly patted his stomach, turning a bit red, he never had genuine conversations about this “yeah… I’m going out of the car now; I need you to be quiet for a few minutes so I can get to my apartment.” 

Hank hesitates, not really wanting to be left in silence. “Fine. be quick.” 

Barry got out of the car, walking out of the parking garage and up to the main floor of the building, hank was still and silent for this time. Barry was impressed, until hank began moving, he wouldn’t mind as much, but the man was basically investigating his stomach. 

Hank couldn’t help himself, he had to explore if he couldn’t ask anything at the moment, hank pushed against the walls gently, moving his hands across the squishy flesh. He moved around the entire stomach doing this. 

Barry began walking faster to the elevators, “Hank calm down” he muttered to himself, hoping the man would hear it too. 

Unfortunately, Hank heard no such thing. He began moving around more, pushing upwards on the top of the stomach, feeling the opening of the esophagus, he gave it a slight push, causing Barry to make a shocked noise, grabbing his stomach out of instinct and stopping dead in his tracks. 

A few stragglers by the elevators gave him a strange look as he turned bright red, looking down and walking over to press the ‘up’ button. 

Hank turned red as well, not expecting that reaction. He chuckled a bit, before doing it once again. 

Barry twitched instinctively, pushing onto his stomach as a silent warning towards Hank to not do it again. He could feel hank laughing, making him roll his eyes. 

Finally, he made his way up to the apartment, ignoring his theatre acquaintances/roommates, who ignored him as well, heading straight to his room, closing and locking the door. 

“I told you to not do anything.” Barry sighed, sitting on his bed. 

Hank couldn’t help it anymore, he burst out laughing “you told me to stay silent” 

‘Whatever” Barry opened his laptop, sighing as he saw his Facebook page, a photo of Sally and him as his header. 

Hank picked up on the sigh, patting the stomach wall “Okay, I won’t do it again, no need to get all upset.” 

“Its not you… its my girlfriend.” Barry pinched the bridge of his nose, “she walked in on me when my ability was going uh… haywire, I was giant, she got scared, and wouldn't talk to me, then I had to leave.”

“You can be a GIANT?!” Hank yelled out, completely missing the other things Barry had said. 

“Not the point Hank” 

“Right right… I’ll ask later” Hank nodded, pushing on the stomach wall jokingly, the organ gurgling back in response “what are you going to do”

“I don’t know, I’m going to talk to her tomorrow at class, you better not say a word tomorrow, I don’t need a bunch of theatre adults trying to gut me.” 

“Got it got it…. So about being giant?” 

Barry sighed; this was going to be a long night. 

It was, mostly answering Hanks questions, Hank messing around with his organs, and at one point, having to cut up pieces of food and swallow them down so hank wouldn’t starve. 

When the time came for the men to sleep, Barry found himself just staring at the wall, he couldn’t fall asleep, his thoughts on sally. 

He kept thinking of ideas on what to say to her, and hoping she would listen, he took a moment to turn his phone back on, hoping to see a message from sally, but there was nothing. 

He considered writing her a text explaining everything, or at least some of the things, but he decided not to, he’d give her the space she needed, and he would talk to her tomorrow. 

He placed his hand on his stomach, feeling hank asleep inside, he smiled a bit, he had never realized how good it felt for someone to be inside, it was always sharp pain and annoying struggles, but this was actually pretty great. 

Finally, sleep took over him. 

The next morning was awkward, hank waking up in complete darkness, forgetting where he was, pounding on the stomach walls to be let out, which in turn woke up Barry, who just sighed and had to calm the man down. 

“I’m sorry Barry I forgot” 

“Well if you fall asleep today you better not forget while I’m out”

“Barry I told you I won’t!” hank hit the stomach wall “you make one mistake and you get attacked nonstop” 

“Listen it could be my life at stake if Fuches hears anything about you being alive, if one of the actors finds out where you are and spreads it, it's your life too.”

Hank just huffed, sliding down against the side of the organ 

Barry quickly made his way to the building where the class was, about an hour and a half earlier, he knew she was always that early. As he parked,  he scanned the lot for Sally, noticing her at the doors. 

“Shit!” Barry whispered, he realized he never really practiced what to say to her. “What do I do” 

“Tell her the truth Barry” Hank spoke “minus the cannibalism part...is this cannibalism?”

“I don’t think about it often enough to answer that” Barry patted his stomach “fuck it, I’ll just wing it. Stay quiet” Barry got out of his car making his way to the building.” 

“Good luck, Barry!” Hank spoke, patting back before quieting down, letting himself sink into the stomach wall, wanting to hear the conversation as much as possible.

Barry let out a deep breath, “Hey sally?” he called gently to her as she was about to open the door. 

Sally froze in place, hearing Barry’s voice, she turned around, putting on an awkward smile “hey Barry!” 

He was taken aback at her enthusiasm, not even expecting her to say anything “are...are you okay?” 

She laughed awkwardly “what do you mean?” she stared at him before her eyes lit up “Oh! You mean yesterday! I’m fine, I think I got a second hand high from my roommate hotboxing while I was in the room, I was seeing things...marijuana sucks” 

Barry stared at her for a moment, “uh… Weed isn’t a hallucinogen…” he saw Sally’s face turn a bit red, her smile faltering a bit. 

“Well, I was seeing things, right?” she asked, not to him, but to herself. It broke Barry’s heart to hear her question herself. 

He thought of agreeing with her, saying that everything was fine, that nothing happened yesterday, but he lied to her enough, and she clearly didn’t believe herself either. 

“We need to talk” Barry spoke, Sally’s smile gone, a fearful look replacing it. Barry continued, “please just sit at the stairs with me” 

Sally, her heart pounding in her chest, silently moving to the outside stairs, sitting quietly. Barry followed her, sitting down. 

“Listen, Sally?” Barry looked into her eyes, she looked into his, the man sighed, butterflies in his stomach… actually it was Hank moving. “Yesterday, everything you saw was real.” 

Sally paused for a few moments before laughing “Barry what are you talking about?”

“Sally you know it's true.” she looked for anything other than seriousness in him, but his eyes didn’t waver for a second

She shook her head a few times, looking down at the ground, almost embarrassed at what she was saying “No I don’t, because if you actually knew what I was seeing you wouldn’t be saying this-”

“I was giant, Sally”  Barry winced internally, he just had to rip it off like a band-aid. “I was giant in one of the back rooms, you walked in and ran away.” 

Her brain processed what he was saying to her, before her face contorted into a look of fear, she wanted to believe she wasn’t thinking right, but she just had to face the music. 

“W-what?” she tried to scoot back on the stairs, but the wall of the building hitting her back stopped her from doing so. 

“Sally,  I’m not going to hurt you, I’ve never wanted to hurt you before, it isn't different now.” Barry put a hand on her shoulder. 

She flinched away at first, until she looked into his eyes, those were the eyes she fell in love with, the eyes she knew well, she felt safe with. “H-how?”

“I...fuck” Barry looked down, distracted by hank moving around, it seemed like he too was nervous and moving around as a result. 

Sally gave him a strange look “are you okay?” she tried coming closer to him, noticing he was focused on his stomach for a few moments “do you feel sick?” 

Barry pulled back, making her jump at how fast he was “I’m good…” he trailed off awkwardly, she nodded, backing up as well. “I just… don’t want you to be afraid of me, I...I’m not going to hurt you Sally, I love you” 

Hank sat in almost disbelief, he hadn't seen or heard Barry express...normal emotions before. He almost thought the man couldn’t express anything other than Annoyed. 

“Barry I…” Sally paused, worried to say the wrong thing “I overreacted, I shouldn’t have run away I should’ve let you--” 

“No” Barry put his hands on her shoulders, looking her dead in the eyes “you reacted how everyone would react to...that. I’m not mad at you, I just want to help you understand so you’re okay.” 

To this, he noticed Sally get a bit misty eyed, whenever he would show her any affection like this, she would always cry, and he was okay with that, he didn’t want her to be afraid to react to anything he did, she’d been badly hurt before, but he would never let that happen. 

She wiped her eyes, smiling softly “about that explanation?” 

Barry smiled, letting her go, and explained everything. 

Well, not everything. 

He told her everything she needed to know, he could shrink and grow, shrink other people and objects, to prove this to her, he took a pen out of her purse, and proceeded to shrink it, then resize it. 

She was absolutely amazed at what she was seeing before her eyes, they were lit up like the stars. 

He could feel hank getting more and more restless inside though, maybe it was the environment around the shrunken man, maybe he was bored, maybe he just wanted to cause trouble and piss Barry off, who knows. 

“So, it just… is apart of you? Do you know anyone like this too?” 

“Basically, its just something I have to live with, and no, there’s not really a place I could go looking for people like me” Barry shrugged.

“That’s… interesting” she laughed as he finished his explanation, all of her worry and fear melted away, and it was back to just same old Sally Reid. “In a good way, I mean you could probably make an entire play out of this” 

Barry Laughed softly “I guess so.” 

Then… it happened. 

Hank didn’t mean to laugh out loud, and definitely didn't mean for it to be that loud.  He just simply found it funny that out of anything out of his life, this would be the thing that would be perfect for a play. 

A PLAY of all things, not a movie or even a short film, but a play. 

Barry turned a dark red, grabbing onto his stomach, there was no way that she couldn’t have heard it. It may have been muffled, but there was no playing off what that sound was. 

Sally looked back and forth for a second “did you hear that? Sounded like someone was laughing.” 

He couldn’t play it off as a passerby, there was practically nobody around, hell, Gene wasn’t even there yet, she had to bring her own set of keys so she could get in when he was gone!

“I uh..I-” 

“Barry are you okay? Your face is really red” she looked him up and down as he panicked, his face giving everything away “Barry, you can talk to me” 

He had to think of a lie. He had to think of something so he could change the subject. He couldn’t let her know about this. “Its just...fuck…-”

“Okay okay Barry the Jig is up!”

Hank fucked this up, so he put it upon himself to fix it as well.

Barry tightened his grip on his stomach. Horrified enough to lose all use of his voice. He was stunned.

Sally whipped her head around “okay Barry what the fuck is going on?” she spoke, her tone much less concerned and much more upset. “Who’s there” 

“In here Miss Sally Reid!” 

“Hank shut the fuck up” Barry spoke extremely quickly, the panic and anger in his voice rising with each word. 

Her eyes trailed down to Barry stomach, which he was holding onto for dear life. She was about to say another thing, before she heard the voice again.

“No, I won’t shut the fuck up, she heard and now she knows!” 

Sally let out a small squeak in shock, there was no way that voice was actually coming from inside of Barry, but the sound was in that area. 

“Sally I can explain-”

“What is going on!?” she yelled, silencing Barry “you need to tell me right now if this is a joke, right fucking now!” 

“Listen Sally its not a Joke its just…. Dammit thanks Hank, couldn’t keep quiet?” he took his hand off of his stomach, taking a deep breath in attempt to calm his scattered brain. “Its not a joke sally, I’m sorry I didn’t say anything.”

“So, you’re telling me that someone is… in there? Like you...you…” she couldn’t say the word, it made her nauseous to even think about. 

“Yeah I uh...I had to do it… he needed a place to go, he’s in a bad crowd, and they’re not that uh… pleased with him right now.”

“But he’s… he’s dying?” it was more of a question than a statement, he didn’t seem scared. 

“I’m okay” hank chimed in, “Barry is a great guy, he wouldn't hurt anyone” hank poked the wall of the stomach as a sort of inside joke between the two of them. 

“Hanks safe, its like, my own personal space for anyone who needs it.” Barry spoke “its okay, I just...didn’t want to tell you, this is much worse than just growing and shrinking things.” 

“Yeah… a lot different.” she nodded “are you sure its safe? You wouldn’t be able to actually hurt someone in there, right?”

Hank heard Barry’s heart pick up when she asked this, he was nervous about...something, hank didn’t know what.

“No… I’d have to be dying for that to happen” he answered, saying the same thing he said to hank, to her. 

He hated telling lies to her, but if he was honest with her, or even with Hank, they’d both never speak to him again. 

It was an accident really, he didn’t want to kill the guy, but as he was leaving the warehouse where he had swallowed the man, he failed to notice the other man hiding in the corner who had saw the whole thing. 

The stranger stabbed him in the gut in an attempt to kill the hitman, and then bolted to let him bleed out, unfortunately as he struggled to keep himself alive, his focus wasn’t really on the person inside of him… and when he remembered, it was too late. 

Fuches wasn’t bothered by it, he couldn't have cared less. It destroyed Barry though, he almost quit being a hitman right there and then as he was being stitched up. 

That was the last time he had ever swallowed someone, until now. 

So, he was technically not telling a lie...He’d have to be dying for it to happen. 

“Oh, my fucking god...my boyfriend can eat people” she spoke out loud, taking Barry out of his heavy thoughts. “Oh my god!” all she could do was laugh, it was such an unbelievable concept, but she couldn’t deny what was right in front of her.

Barry quickly hushed her, “you need to keep this quiet though, I can’t risk this getting out to anybody.”

“Got it!” she answered quickly “you have no idea how many secrets I’m keeping in this class alone, I basically know everyone’s secrets, so yours is safe with me” she smiled proudly at him, and he returned it. 

“So, Barry! Everything worked out in the end! Win for Hank?” the man interrupted, making the normal sized humans laugh together. 

“You did exactly what I didn't want you to do, Hank.” Barry spoke, poking at his stomach “if you do that while the class is going on I swear you’re going to stay there for a whole week”

“Yes, yes Barry, I know,” Hank trailed off, before pushing on the stomach wall, making the skin bulge so the two could see “I’m not trapped in here with you, you’re trapped out there with ME” Hank chuckled. 

Sally’s gaze couldn’t move from his stomach as the shirt barely covered the moving person inside, Barry telling hank to knock it off while also chuckling “that is honestly terrifying” 

“Hopefully you won’t have to see it again.” Barry gave her a smile, which she returned with a soft kiss. 

He melted into it, feeling all of her energy enter him, making him feel better every second the kiss lasted. 

“Good Morning love birds” the two pulled apart to see Gene, walking up to the front doors of the building “Sally, I thought you’d be inside by now. I forgot my keys.” 

Sally turned a slight pink “oh uh, sorry Gene! I just got caught up talking with Barry.” she quickly got up giving Barry a wink before grabbing her keys out of her purse, opening the door for Gene” 

“Barry, you look better today, you ready to perform?” Gene asked as Sally unlocked the door. Barry just nodded in response “good, I want you to go first since you’re Mr. Early today.” 

Before Barry could answer, Gene already went inside, Sally motioned for him to join, “come on!” 

He smiled at her, holding up his hand “Give me a sec!” She nodded, holding the door for him as she waited. 

“No fucking around Hank.” Barry patted his stomach, the man only replied with a pat back, most likely getting ready to take a nap for the next few hours. 

Barry stood up, walking into the building with sally, not another word spoken. 

he always thought his ability could only be used for bad things, but now, he realized that he could do a lot more than use this on Jobs, hell, he could probably get someone to help him explore it. 

It could be used as a blessing now, not just his curse.

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and Done! I hope you guys enjoyed this, i wanted to try something new and please let me know if you liked it or not! should I have more multiple chapter stories? let me know!

Have a good day and remember that y’all are fantastic! be good people!

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One Last Job (Part 1/2)

its been awhile! sorry its been while, my passion has been killed for a while, but it has come back with a vengeance! thought it would be fun to split this monster of a fic into two parts so you don’t have to wait as long for content. 

Warnings #1: this has spoilers for the show Barry on HBO, if you do not want to be spoiled then you have been warned. this show deals with graphic violence (the main character is a hitman) and if you are not okay with the talk of murder do not read this fic. 

Warning #2: this is a story that features Soft, Safe, unwilling vore. with this comes talk of digestion, death, murder, none of this actually happens if none of these are what you like, I advise you to move on. this also features cursing, and a bit of violence

“Fuches, I told you I’m done.” Barry spoke over the phone to his former partner, his voice on the verge of yelling, but he was trying to keep his voice down; he didn’t want any of his friends to hear. 

He sat on the steps near the theatre building, script in one hand, phone in the other. He was supposed to be memorizing his lines, but a certain someone from his past had other plans. He kept looking around frantically, just to make sure nobody was watching or listening in. so far, he was in the clear.

“Just one more! Come on Barry it’ll be simple, you don’t even need to do the dirty work!”  

Barry didn’t answer, his face contorting into a look of confusion “then what do you need me for? You can get anyone to do your dirty work” 

He looked around once again, left… then right…. Still in the clear, his voice stayed monotone to Fuches, but the man was shaky on the inside, he and Fuches haven’t spoken for a few weeks, and their last confrontation wasn’t exactly pleasant. 

“Well, none of them have your talent, come on Barry, the price is high, I’ll pay you--” 

“No” Barry’s eyes bulged as Fuches words, getting a bit flustered. 

He didn’t get to hear the price; he had already hung up. His heart pounded, why would Fuches mention that? Barry had long since retired that ability when it came to jobs. He had used his...talent before, but not to finish a job.

He sat there for a few moments, before grabbing his script, trying to ignore the sinking feeling in his gut. 

“Fuches hasn’t mentioned it ever since that last time I did it. Why now? We only did it when we needed to transport a hit somewhere…” 

Barry’s mind spun as he tried to read the script, but he just couldn’t. He almost felt sick at the idea of him using his… abilities again. 

He liked to use it sparingly, only for the highest payer, and made sure nobody but Fuches and Him would know about it.

He closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down, but when he had opened them, his script was much smaller, like the page had shrunk in his hands. Or maybe….

“Shit!” Barry looked down at himself, he must’ve grown a foot or two taller, he tensed his body, focusing back on shrinking to normal size, which was fairly quick. The man frantically looked around, trying to see if anyone was there to witness him. 

Left? clear...Right?.....Clear. 

He let out a sigh of relief, his powers were acting up, great. He forgot they existed for a while, which was nice. Perhaps they were coming back with a vengeance since he hadn’t even thought about them for a while. 

“Barry! Gene told me to come get you.” Sally opened the door at the top of the steps, making Barry frantically turn around, bringing his hand to his hip, where his gun used to be, one of the many bad habits he needed to get over. 

Sally gave him a strange look, still smiling “you okay?” 

Barry cringed a bit, “Uh yeah, sorry. I just don’t feel that good” he walked up the stairs, meeting her, she just nodded, giving him a small kiss on the cheek. This made him smile as well, but the sinking feeling inside of him soon took over once again. 

“One lie after another, good job Berkman... “ he just sighed, following her footsteps, she then turned around, about to say something else to him, but paused, looking up at him. 

“Have you always been this tall? I feel like I have to look higher up when talking.” She laughed, looking down at his shoes, checking to see if they were elevating him more, nope. “okay I must be going crazy because you definitely look taller than normal” She laughed. 

Barry just looked down at himself, “yeah uh, would you give me a moment to look over my lines again? Just briefly, I wanna make sure this is good” 

That look came back onto Sally's face, she cocked her head to the side slightly, “okay, just no more than two minutes. Not even two minutes, one. Okay?” 

Barry nodded quickly, watching as Sally walked to the main area of the building, once she was out of sight, he bolted to one of the costume mirrors. He sighed in relief. It had only been a few inches of height added, but it was enough to make Sally notice, he quickly shrunk back down, spending the next few moments calming himself down. 

He then walked to the main area quickly, sitting right next to sally, he looked stone faced, but deep down he was terrified, what if he couldn’t control it next time? What if it was more than a few inches, what if he just turned giant? 

He couldn’t think of that now. It would only make it worse. 

“Barry, Nice of you to join us.” Gene spoke, a little sour tone in his voice, “are you ready to perform tomorrow?” 

Barry Blinked “Tomorrow?” he had thought it was today. His heart slowed with the anxiety of performing lowering. 

“Too much wind outside making you fucking deaf? Yes tomorrow.” gene threw his hands in the air in a defeated gesture. 

Barry just shook his head “sorry Mr. Cousineau. I am ready” 

Gene just gave him a look, the same look sally gave him at the steps, it made his stomach drop. Gene then turned back, beginning to teach once again.

Barry couldn’t pay attention, his focus was all on not growing again, his leg was bobbing up and down, and it felt like he was holding his breath. 

It hurt to hold his abilities back like this, he never had to before, whenever he would use them, usually he didn’t need to hold them back from anybody because they would end up…

Dead…. 

‘Deep breath, stay normal….’

Suddenly, his phone began buzzing once again, making him jump, turning the attention of the class to him. He looked around nervously, then down at his phone.

The number had no ID, but he knew exactly who it was. 

“Do you want to take that, Barry?” Gene asked, genuinely, seeing the look on Barry’s face. 

He just nodded, apologizing quickly before walking backstage into one of the empty rooms, closing the door and answering the call quickly. 

“I said no.” 

“Hear me out, Barry.” Fuches spoke, sounding desperate “I need you to do it, if anyone knows what I’m planning I’m dead. If anyone catches wind of this phone call I’m dead”

“Get one of the Chechens to do it. I’m done.'' Barry spat into the phone, just wanting to be over this already “why does it have to be me. There’s easier ways to kidnap a person” 

“I fucking can’t” Fuches sighed loudly “it’s Hank” 

Barry paused, “What?” something told him that he wouldn’t like the next sentence out of Fuches mouth

“The Chechens need a real leader, not some bald guy floundering around. If he’s gone I can lead the empire of Chechens in America. I know you don’t like him either so its a win win” 

“You don't mean… you want me to eat him? And not…”

Barry’s heart sunk, sure he didn’t see eye to eye with Hank, only because he was part of his secret hitman life, but he didn’t want the man dead. Especially not that way. 

“I need you to eat him, you get a meal, I get an army, win win?”

His mind was spinning, he could hear Fuches speaking, but couldn’t register a thing. He hung up the phone, dropping it on the ground, he could feel all of his composure breaking apart. 

He could feel memories of past trauma swarm him all over, the guilt, the regret, the pain of what being a hitman did to him, he had never wanted to kill anyone using his abilities, he never would do that on purpose.

He slammed his hand on a nearby desk, falling to the ground on his knees and letting out a yell he couldn’t control himself, anger was bubbling up inside of him. 

He wasn’t just asked to kill again, no… he was asked to murder a friend so his enemy could rule a whole mafia. The sheer audacity of the matter made his heart pound, he didn’t even notice how much he had grown in a matter of seconds. 

What would happen if he didn’t take the job? He changed his position, his knees at his chest holding his head, would he tell? Nobody would believe him. But if they did… he didn’t want to know what would happen. 

He only snapped out of it when he felt his head hit the ceiling, dust from floating down as he did so. He looked around, letting out a sigh, holding his face. This was getting out of hand.  He was a giant. No way he could hide this for long.

“Why am I doing this?” he muttered to himself “I used to be so much better at this” 

Well, he was out of practice, he didn’t have a need to size shift for a few years. He used to be an expert on it. 

Then all of a sudden there was a knock at the door, his heart stopped. 

“Barry? Is everything okay?” 

Sally….Shitshitshit!

He was trying to think of something to say, but it was too late. The knob twisted the door open, and all he could do was blurt out “wait!’, covering his mouth at the volume.

Sally looked slightly around, walking into the room, letting the door creak shut, before her eyes snapped over to Barry, who had shuffled to the other side of the room, away from her. 

She dropped her phone in complete shock, her hand was visibly shaking, her mouth a little agape at the sight. She wanted to believe she was seeing things, but he was truly there.

“Sally” Barry spoke quietly, his eyes wide and terrified, he probably looked crazy to her ‘’Let me explain…” 

Before he could get another word out, she turned around, running to the door, pulling it open in a hurry, then closing it as she escaped, he could hear the sound of her shoes running down the hallway. 

“Fuck…” he ran his hands through his hair, pulling it slightly. He quickly made himself shrink back down. The dizzying effect of the shrinking caused His head felt as if it was going to explode. 

He stood there for a few seconds, wobbling back and forth, letting the dizzying feeling leave, before grabbing Sally’s phone, then leaving the room. He held his breath; she could’ve told the class already. What if they believed her? It was even worse to think that they wouldn’t and would just think she’s crazy. 

As he came back into the main area, everyone was normal, acting the same way as if he had left. His eyes met Sally's, and she gave him a horrified look, which made his heart shatter. He could almost start crying right there. 

He shamefully walked to his seat beside her, her spine instantly tensed, like she was ready for anything, but he just sat there, pretending to listen to Gene drone on. 

He could tell she wasn’t listening either. Her brain was most likely full of questions and panicked thoughts too. 

Now his problems kept doubling, first Fuches now this? How was he going to get out of this, he can’t just let the Chechens be run by Fuches, and while he didn't always like Hank, he was a good leader, he didn’t deserve to die.

Then a lightbulb hit his head. 

He could take the job and expose Fuches to Hank without him knowing until its too late. It would be perfect. He would just have to shrink the man, hide him for a few days, make Fuches think he’s won, then bring him back to normal. 

“Alright, that's enough for today” Gene sighed, snapping Barry out of his scheming “I’ll be in my office, see you tomorrow” he waved the class goodbye, going into the back without another word. 

Barry immediately turned to Sally, she flinched, but didn’t turn his way. 

“Sally, please.” Barry spoke softly “Can I explain?” 

She pretended to ignore him, going for her phone that was supposed to be in her sweater pocket, he watched for a few moments as she searched for it, he then pulled it out of his pocket 

“You dropped this when you...left” He handed it to her, it was then when she turned, grabbing her phone carefully, staring at him as she did this. 

She reminded him of a deer in the headlights of a car, fearful of any move she would make. 

“You can’t say anything to anyone about this, please.” he pleaded with her, desperate to keep this a secret. 

She looked away, but nodded her head, maybe afraid of what would happen if she didn’t agree with him. 

“I have to go, we can talk tomorrow?” he looked around, then back at her, no eye contact. There was hesitation, but a slight nod. 

Without another word, Barry stood up, and quickly walked out, pulling his phone out, dialing one of Fuches multiple numbers. 

‘God… I hope this works’

As soon as he pressed the call button, the phone was answered “Barry?” Fuches seemed shocked to hear back from the man after being hung up on for the second time that day. 

“I’ll do it”

“What? You will?!” he cringed, hearing the delight in Fuches’ voice. He hated making that slimeball happy “fuck yeah. I knew you would. We can meet up and I’ll give you the details.” 

No. no meeting up. Fuches would see right through him. He quickly thought of a plan, “I’m doing it now, give me the cliff notes” Barry unlocked his car, getting into it, turning the engine on. He couldn’t believe he was doing this. 

It almost gave him a rush. He missed this part about being a hitman, being one step ahead...but of course it ended with murder, it felt nice there was really no murder this time. 

Fuches stammered on the other end of the phone, surprised at his sudden eagerness “oh, I guess that works too…. I was thinking maybe ten...no twenty thousand” 

“Its free. This is my fucking last job. Think of it like I’m paying you that money to leave me alone” 

Silence. 

“Okay, sounds like a plan. Hank’s at home. Have fun”  Barry made a noise in slight agreement “make it look like he disappeared, no body, you keep that.” Barry felt nauseous at the words Fuches spoke, it was almost like the man wasn’t talking about a living, breathing person. “oh. And one more thing…Once it done, I’m going to need proof, just so you don’t flake out on me.”

 Barry blinked “how am I supposed to show you proof?” 

“I don’t know, send a video of him struggling in there, or just kill him first I really don’t care, just do it so I can get what I want, and you could get what you want”

Before Barry could say another word, the call disconnected. He let out a huge sigh, turning his phone off quickly, just to be extra careful, he didn’t know if it was bugged and he couldn’t let Fuches know anything. 

Barry drove out of the parking lot, the whole trip in silence, no music, no talking to himself, just thinking. 

He didn’t know why he was doing this; he didn’t want another person knowing about his power, it could just be another person who would try to exploit him like this. but he couldn’t just tell Hank to lay low, Fuches wanted proof and he wanted Hank dead. There was no getting out of this. His plan had to work. 

As he drove, his mind wandered back to Sally, his chest tightened. He didn’t know what to say to her, he couldn’t tell her the truth, not the whole truth. He could just tell her the basics. 

Would she listen? Maybe so, maybe not. He had to try anyways. It would be her choice to listen.

As he got closer and closer to Hank's location, Barry felt his heart sink lower. He never felt this way before, this wasn’t as bad as killing someone, why is he more nervous about this than that? 

As he finally got to the location, He parked his car a few houses away, but didn’t get out of the car just yet. He sat there for a few moments, thinking about what to do, if he was really going to do this.  He could just turn the car around, go talk to Sally, go home, sleep, literally anything would be better than doing this.

Barry took a deep breath in and out, then opened the car door. He walked down the street, looking around carefully, he had a bad feeling, but at this point, it could mean anything. 

As Barry moved closer to the house, he paused. Seeing Hank in the front lawn, talking on the phone to someone. Barry's spine straightened, he tried to hide his look of surprise, and relaxed once more. 

“Oh yeah, well I’m excited to see him, can’t wait to catch up.” Hank spoke happily into the phone, unaware of the danger he was in. “bye-bye!” he waved to nothing as he hung up the phone, strange man. Barry was impressed that he ran an entire mafia group with that attitude. 

Hank turned around, head down, placing his phone in his pocket. As he looked up, his eyes met Barry’s, his demeanor immediately lit up. 

“Hey man! What a coincidence! Fuches just called saying you 're coming over to talk business.” Hank walked to the door,  motioning for Barry to come in. 

Fuches called to make sure Barry would do the job, great. Sometimes he would forget that Fuches was as smart as he is. 

Barry Nodded, walking up the steps, meeting Hank at the door. 

“I thought you quit?” Hank opened the door, walking into the building. 

“So, did I, there's uh...one job I need done. Then I’m out.” Barry almost felt evil, Hank wouldn’t suspect a thing, if it we’re like the old times, this would’ve been the easiest Hit to date. “Do you want to go somewhere more private? 

Hank turned around, intrigued “oh so secretive, I like it.” they moved through the kitchen “there's water, booze, methamphetamine, go crazy” hank waved over to the fridge and cabinets. 

“Yeah....no.” Barry just followed Hank, mostly silent, he was half paying attention to what the man was saying, it was just small talk things. Through the kitchen, the two went to the basement of the house, Barry looked around cautiously, making sure nobody was there, nobody was hiding. 

It was small, not many places for a person to hide, all there was, was a tv, a few couches, a bed, and a mini fridge. 

Hank practically bounced onto the couch “this is where we keep our hostages” he put his arm out, as if to show off the room “well, we haven’t had any hostages yet, so I just use it as my bedroom, its pretty good, soundproof too ” 

Barry moved in front of the couch, not sitting down. “Hank we need to talk”

“Absolutely, ugh, it sucks we only get to hang out when there's business involved, we need to go for brunch or something one day.” 

“Turn off your phone”

“Why would I do tha-”  Barry cut Hank off, giving him a stern gaze 

“It could be bugged, turn it off.”  Hank rolled his eyes, taking his phone out, shutting it down, then put it face up on the table. 

“Okay, now what is this business?”  Hank threw his hands into the air, annoyed at Barry bossing him around. 

Barry didn’t want to tiptoe around the issue anymore, there was no better plan in sight, he was going to do it. 

“This job that I’m doing...it’s on you.” 

Barry watched as Hanks mildly annoyed expression turned to confusion, a hint of fear joining the mix “what?” 

“You’re the fucking hit, man.” Barry put a hand on his head, “I can’t tell you who, yet. But if you let me-” 

In a flash, Hank was up, and he had a gun in his hand, pointed at Barry, who immediately put his hands up. “You are not killing me Barry. You are my friend, but I won’t let my men run without a leader.” 

“Hank, drop the gun, make this easy, nobody gets hurt.” Barry shook his head, seeing Hank's expression of confusion. 

“You’re going to kill me what the fuck do you mean ‘it won’t hurt’ “ he yelled, doing a bed American accent to imitate Barry for the last bit.

 “Fuck I didn’t mean it in that way” Barry rolled his eyes. 

He couldn’t wait, Hank would shoot him any second, he ran towards the man, pushing the gun out of his hand, right onto the couch. 

Hank let out a yell as this happened, trying to fight Barry off of him, but as he did so, his movement began getting weaker, and he noticed Barry was getting much bigger. 

No… he was getting smaller. 

Barry just watched as Hank shrunk letting go of him, it always amazed him. He didn’t know how he had this power, he just had it. He wasn’t proud of what he used to use it for, but maybe today it would be for some good. 

Hank scrambled away, backing up on the couch, but it never seemed to end. He was four, five inches tall, his head was spinning, he backed up and away as much as he could, until his back met one of the couch pillows. He looked back up to Barry, who just sat with an almost- guilty look on his face. 

Hank let out an uncomfortable and scared laugh, one that was often heard when one was begging for their life “ Barry, we’re friends, remember… you can’t--”

“I have to-” Hank cut him off in a frantic move, Barry just rolled his eyes.

no-NO! No, you don’t. No matter what they are paying I can double it...t-triple it actually!” he hoped to strike a deal, maybe he would take it? Hank had never felt so afraid in his entire life, if it wasn’t Barry who was going to kill him, it would be his heart pounding out of his chest.

“Hank, the person who wants you dead is Fuches.” Barry pinched the bridge of his nose. Just had to rip it off like a band-aid. 

He could practically see the cogs turning in Hanks head at this news, his eyes filled with betrayal and disbelief, he had just talked with Fuches a few moments before. Hank was frozen, which gave Barry the perfect time to grab the man and lift him up to eye level. 

Hank squirmed in Barry’s grip, pushing against his fingers, but Barry held on tightly, but not enough to cause any harm, this wasn’t his first time after all. 

He always felt the need to hold them carefully, any pain that was caused when they were small was self inflicted, he refused to hurt them in this state, it was just unfair.

“What are you doing?!” Hank felt the space between him and the ground separate, making his heart go into his throat, it gave him that last bit of realization of how small and fragile he really was.” “Barry! You can have anything you want, my men, my money, anything! Just put me down, and we can forget all about this.”

“If you fucking let me do this, everything will work out.” Barry snapped back, making Hank stop his rambling, staring wide eyed at him. 

He could feel the guilt inside of him growing, but a familiar feeling inside dominated that, he wouldn’t call it hunger, but just a feeling in his stomach that made him want to swallow hank without hesitation. 

Barry sighed, “Hank, what I’m going to do will fucking scare you, but you’ll be fine, I know you won’t believe me, but don’t say I never said anything.” 

Hank’s whole world fell into slow motion as he was pulled closer to Barry “what do you mea-HEY!?”

Barry brought Hank closer, way to close for the man to feel comfortable, he could feel Barry’s breath, nervous and shallow, the way the man was looking at him sent an eerie feeling up his spine. 

Thoughts raced through the man’s head, his mind went to a dark, uncomfortable place, what was Barry going to do with him? 

He soon found out. 

Barry opened his mouth carefully, his head lifting up as he also brought hank up, just enough so the man would slide in feet first, which seemed to be the easiest way when doing this. 

Hank froze for a few moments as he watched his legs enter Barry’s mouth, out of everything, this was not one of the ideas in his head, it seemed like his brain had short circuited as this happened. 

Barry was relieved in the few moments of silence and no struggle, until Hank began to kick and yell, Barry just rolled his eyes. 

He had dealt with fighting before, every mission he did this there was a struggle, it didn’t hurt him anymore, his body had just got used to it. 

He had also forgotten how good it felt, as horrific as it sounded to him, people tasted pretty good. 

Hank cringed, feeling the spongy tongue beneath him, he yelled out once more “Barry what the Fuck?!” he felt sick to his stomach, it was then it dawned on him, Barry was…

“Barry.... Don’t...Barry don’t eat me!” Hank yelled, it sounded crazy to even say, if it wasn’t happening right now he would have thought he had gone mad! “I’ll go easy! Any other way, bullet, hanging, a fucking bomb I don’t care! Anything but this!”

These words actually shocked Barry, sure, people had begged for their life before, but none ever gave him suggestions on how he should do it. 

He looked hank in the eyes, hank staring back, he was mortified, but he looked dead serious. 

There it was. That feeling….the guilt, he didn’t want to do this, he just wanted to be done with his assassin days, he would hope that he could calm Hank down enough for him to stay there for a day or so. 

Hank noticed the regret in Barry’s eyes, and he smiled ever so slightly, he was getting through to the man, sure, still meant he was dead, but better than dying that way.

His smile soon faded as Barry swallowed, hanks torso now engulfed into Barry’s mouth, he let out another yell, this time, using his hands to push and Barry’s lips, trying to pry them open. This was met by another swallow. 

“Barry don’t do this, you’re a good guy you don’t want to eat me!” Hank held his arms up, keeping his only defense out of Barry’s mouth. He could feel Barry’s tongue wrap around his chest. The man was tasting him, he felt like crying. 

Barry couldn’t see hanks face anymore, but that one look he was given was enough to know that hank was scared, he thought it was going to end in...death. 

‘I should’ve explained better….but if one of the crew came down here… I did what I had to do...He’ll be calm soon enough”

It wasn’t like he was being rough with the man; he hadn’t been this careful with anyone before, he had to be careful 

Hank gasped as his head was pulled into Barry’s mouth, he was planning on stirring up more of a fuss, until he realized how close the man’s teeth we’re to him, which instantly made him freeze, it really made him realize that he wasn’t getting out of this. 

The only thing that was outside of Barry’s mouth, was his arms, which we’re bound to follow the rest of him.

Barry’s heart pumped faster, feeling Hank stop moving, he worried that the man had passed out, until he felt the man's shallow breaths and slow movements, making him sigh in relief. 

Hank flinched at the squelching sound that Barry’s throat created, beckoning him to slide down the red cave. He tried once again to pull himself out, using his hands to push against Barry’s lips in an attempt to hoist himself out. 

This, of course, only lead to him sliding down further into the throat. 

Barry then moved his tongue over Hank's arms, pulling them in with a soft swallow, allowing more room.

With a few more shallow swallows, Hank was finally on his way down, kicking and screaming. He was calling Barry an insane amount of cuss words, mixing Russian, Chechen and English together in a strange blend Barry couldn't understand. 

Hank could hardly breath in Barry’s esophagus, his panicked breathing didn’t help much either, he would hope that he would pass out before the digestion started. 

Barry sat back on the couch for a second, taking deep breaths. He had forgotten how it felt to do this. In a weird way he missed it, he missed the feeling of swallowing someone. Something about it was so fascinating, he could eat people, without killing them!

All the better things he could have done with this power, and he had to use it during missions, what a waste. He could’ve been saving lives, but instead, he was transporting people to their doom. 

Well, this time he was saving a life, at least he had that. 

When Hank spilled into Barry's stomach, the man stopped moving, he was ready to be hit with the smell of digested food and stomach acid, but there was nothing in there. But to him that just meant he had to wait longer for his demise. 

He couldn't see his surroundings, but he could feel them. It was hot, squishy, and surprisingly roomy, he thought it would be more like the esophagus, but it wasn’t.

Barry then got up, shaking the chamber Hank was in, and began walking out of the building, quickly, so if Hank began yelling, nobody would hear it. 

Hank tried to stabilize as much as he could as Barry left the house, but it was no use, he was left for dead. He was going to be eaten and that's it. The only thing he could really do, was yell, and hope someone would hear him. 

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and there we go! I hope you enjoyed part one of this, hopefully in the next week or so I’ll get the next part out, which will be fluffier and more comedic.

if you haven’t checked out Barry on HBO i promise you its amazing and you should watch it!

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You're the reason I binge watched Barry in two days. Thank you for introducing me to the show.

I’m so glad people are giving it a watch, it’s honestly one of my favourite shows

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Would Richie or Barry have a preference of prey? Squirmy or not, large or small, etc?

Richie loves squirmy prey, he used to be freaked out by it, but now he absolutely loves it, as long as they aren’t hitting any of his insides too hard

Barry doesn’t really notice too much, but he prefers his prey to be still.

Size doesn’t matter to either ;)

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I was mostly curious if you just enjoyed the idea of preds struggling in discomfort

I wouldn’t say that I like it? I just feel like it works with most of the scenarios in my stories, I do a lot of unwilling stories and I’m planning if I’m doing more willing, it’s probably going to be different.

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Why is painful/uncomfortable swallowing such a common occurrence for preds in your writing?

I feel like it would be more “”realistic”” in a sense, a lot of my stories are unwilling, so my idea is that if someone is kicking and fighting against being swallowed, it wouldn’t be all that comfortable.

When it is willing though, I wouldn’t say it’s uncomfortable, but it’s like swallowing a big mouthful, not excruciatingly painful but also not super easy. Hope this helps you understand!

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9 and 10?

9. Do you like being surprised upon slarps or do you like a warning beforehand?

A warning would be nice!

10. Foodplay or nah

I don’t really do foodplay? Never really tried it out

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5??

5. What’s your ideal stomach (super slimy, soft and pillow-y, etc.)?

Kinda a mix of things? I don’t like stomachs super slimy,,, but I guess the right word would be moist? (Ew lol) but I definitely like soft stomach textures

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Hope you don't mind me joining in on this but, 2!

2. What’s your favorite kind of pred? The sweet, caring kind or the sassy, I-do-this-because-I-want, or some other kind?

I love caring pred’s with all of my heart, but there is something about scary preds that intregue me lol

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7!!

7. Who’s the person you let eat you most (S.O., family, friend, etc.)?

If fictional characters are left out of the answer, it’s just be my girlfriend tbh “^-^

Don’t really know anyone else who’s chill with vore haha

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16. Pre-play (tum squishing, letting the prey “listen in”, etc.) yes, or no?

I haven’t written it in a story (yet!) but I absolutely love pre-play! It’s such a fun scenario and you can do almost anything with it

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11?

11) Fearplay or Nah?

Fearplay all the way! I love it so much, it’s almost out of hand lol!

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Big list of vore asks!

To ask a question, just type out who you’re asking and the number of the question you want to ask! (examples: Prey, prey’s name, 1; Pred, pred’s name, 5, Creator, 10; etc.)

Asks for prey~

1. Tell us a little bit about yourself!

2. What’s your favorite kind of pred? The sweet, caring kind or the sassy, I-do-this-because-I-want, or some other kind?

3. What’s your motivation for being a prey? Is it a security mindset or do you just enjoy the ride?

4. Are you a rubber, scratcher, or tickler (do you give the pred rubs, scratches or tickles)?

5. What’s your ideal stomach (super slimy, soft and pillow-y, etc.)?

6. Glow in the dark gut, blackout bowels or BYO flashlight?

7. Who’s the person you let eat you most (S.O., family, friend, etc.)?

8. Post nom naps or no?

9. Do you like being surprised upon slarps or do you like a warning beforehand?

10. Foodplay or nah?

11. Fearplay or nah?

12. What’s your favorite part of being nommed?

13. What’s your least favorite part of being nommed?

14. Do you ever ask to be nommed? Why/why not?

15. Thoughts on drool?

16. Do you ever play a game with your pred to mess around (i.e. hide-and-eat)?

17. How do you feel about company after being nompfed?

Asks for pred~

1. Alright, pred, tell us a little bit about yourself!

2. Alrighty! What’s your favorite kind of prey? The squirming, unhappy kind or the willing, rubs-all-the-way-down kind?

3. Are you a willing pred, an accidental, or an I-only-eat-people-when-asked pred?

4. What’s your motivation for being a pred? Do you eat people just because you’re bored, or for another reason?

5. Any particular place you like to get rubs?

6. Is there anyone in particular you love to make a snack of? What’s their relationship to you (S.O., family, friend, etc.)?

7. How does your favorite prey react to being eaten?

8. Post nom naps or no?

9. Do you like prey that are surprised upon slarping, or do you like giving them a heads up?

10. Prey on a plate?

11. Taste test first, or downright devour?

12. Do you swallow prey/upper body first or feet/lower body first? Reasoning for this?

13. Do you enjoy the thrill of the hunt? Why/why not?

14. When being a pred, do you take your time? Or do you like to hurry the process along?

15. Favorite place to slurp your prey of choice?

16. Pre-play (tum squishing, letting the prey “listen in”, etc.) yes, or no?

17. Any way you like to…flavor a prey?

18. Do you usually eat your prey alone or do you give them company?

19. Could you/would you be a prey? Why/why not?

20. Do you have a size preference for prey (same size, smaller than, bigger than, etc.)?

21. Have you/would you ever use your tongue to grab a prey?

22. Have you/would you ever wrap a prey up inside/smoosh a prey with your tongue?

23. Do you have one stomach or multiple? If multiple, how does this affect your noms game?

Asks for the creator~

1. Tell us a little bit about you!

2. Who’re your favorite pred characters? Why are they your favorite?

3. Who’re your favorite prey characters? Why are they your favorite?

4. Do you have a select type of pred you like (human/oid, kemo, anthro, feral/other)?

5. Do you have a select type of prey you like (human/oid, kemo, anthro, feral/other)?

6. Do you prefer drawing your daily dose of vore or writing it out?

7. What’s your role in vore (pred, prey, observer, etc.)?

8. Size preference (same-size, g/t, etc.)

9. What’s your stance on teeth (fangs, flat-chompers, no teeth, etc.)?

10. What’s your favorite part of vore? Why do you think that is?

11. One stomach, crops, or multiple stomachs?

12. What do you like about the vore community?

13. What do you dislike about the vore community?

14. What’s your favorite kind of vore in the media?

15. What helps get you ready to create something vore-related?

16. Favorite aspects of any pred/prey?

17. Least favorite aspects of any pred/prey?

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