Erotica Harem

Setting: The apartment of the house.

Characters: I can’t remember what Chad looks like. Is there anywhere to add reminders about that?
Some of Chad’s thoughts while making love with Steve almost make me believe that Chad might have self-esteem issues. (Not huge ones…) I never got that before in the story. I could be reading too much into it, too. They just made me pause and wonder for a bit. It could have to do with the house too.

Referencing: I mention in the line by line that I wasn’t sure if they were in the apartment or not. It almost seemed like they were in the actual house. I don’t know if there’s a way for that to come across clearer. It could just be me too.

Plot: Chad and Steve spend their first night at the house. Chad has another freaky dream with the demon.

Grammar: I think really gets repeated a tad to much in the beginning.
The other stuff is minor and I pointed it out in the line by line.

Just my Opinion: Another intense dream sequence. With those, you’re doing a great job of evoking emotion and drawing me in. Freaky, but good.
The contrast between the love scene and dream is interesting. It may make the dream that much more creepy.

Sephina

Line by line:

"I'm bushed." Chad flopped onto the sofa and slipped off his loafers.

"Today was a big day, all right." Steve threaded his way between boxes to the kitchen nook and opened a can of Dr. Pepper. "You want anything?"

"In a minute." He pulled off his socks and rubbed at his feet. "Is the coffee maker rep: unpacked?"

"Yeah, I rep: unpacked it and hooked it up while the cable guy was up here. I figured you'd want it."

"Thanks." He tossed his hair out of his face. "The place really looks good. Helga's crew did a great job with it." He clicked the TV on and surfed through the channels.

"Yeah. And best of all you're not sneezing and coughing any more."

"Nope. Either they cleaned all the dust and crap up, or I breathed enough of it into me that it doesn't bother me any more." He yawned and stretched. "Where's the coffee?"

"In the cabinet to the left of the sink. What's on.?" Steve sat on the sofa, untied his sneakers and stretched his bare feet onto a box. I know this chapter is titled The Apartment, but to me, it sounds like they’re in the house.

"It's a marathon." He had settled on their favorite crime investigation show. "Looks like there's a storm warning tonight too." ooo. Storms The coffee maker whirred and buzzed while it ground the beans and brewed a cup.

"Well, it's that time of year. Any tornado warnings?"

"Nah, just thunderstorms down by Muskogee." He blew on his coffee and took a sip. "Ahhh. I needed that." He plopped on the sofa next to his lover and rested his feet on the box too. He gaped at the TV. "Geeze, look at his hair. How does he do that?"

"We've seen this one. He's gonna do a Carmen Miranda imitation in a minute."

"We've seen 'em all at least four or five times. Hey, that tickles. You'll make me spill my coffee." Chad pulled his feet away from inquiring toes.

"Wow, look at all these boxes. Somehow I forgot that we'd have to unpack all this shit." Steve sighed and looked around the little apartment. "Sure was nice of Wanda to show up and help."

"I called and asked her to sit with me." His fingers toyed with his lover's wiry curls. "Hey, I didn't tell ya what she asked me to do today." hmm….

"What's that? She never asks for anything." He rolled his head under Chad's fingers. "Mmmm. I hope we can help her."

"Well, I said 'yes' but she said I had to discuss it with you first."

"What? She need a loan or something? We can help her out. We'll just make do with our old furniture for a while." He leaned forward. "Lower, get my neck, will ya?"

Chad gulped at his coffee and put the empty mug on the floor. He sat up and kneaded at his back. "Lots of tension here."

"No kidding. God that feels good." He rolled his head in lazy circle. "So what does Wanda want?"

He dug his fingers deeper and felt the muscles uncoil. "She wants me to be the father of her baby."

"Ummm....that feels good." His head shot up and he stared, his mouth agape. "What did you say?"

"She wants a baby and she wants me to be the father."

Steve tipped his head to one side and raised an eyebrow. "Do you have skills you've been hiding from me? I wouldn't have thought that would be exactly possible. If you catch my drift."

Chad grinned. "Relax. We were talking about artificial insemination and she asked if I'd be her donor." He shoved at his back. "Come on. Let me work those back muscles for you."

"Artificial insemination? That'd work, I guess." He relaxed and rolled onto his tummy and buried his face in a pillow. "Scootch over."

Chad knelt on the floor and his fingers worked the muscles lower down. "So what do you think?

"Don't matter what I think, seems to me. Any idea why she chose you?"

"Well, we've been friends forever, and her boyfriends are all losers. I dunno. I didn't ask her that."

Steve shrugged. "It's kind of a big step. For both of you."

"Well, I told her yes, but it's scary. I never really thought I'd have kids like that."

"But no matter how she had a kid, we expected to be part of her life, help her with the little rug rat. So I guess this makes sense, sorta, from our perspective."

"Yeah, there's that." He used the sides of his hands to chop up and down Steve's back. "Geeze, you're all tensed up for some reason. It's just funny, y'know? There'd be a little genetic tidbit of me, crawlin' around on the rug, pullin' Footie's tail. Seems like I'd be more responsible for it, or somethin'."

"I guess. Well, then, don't do it if you don't want to."

"It's not that I don't want to. Move over a bit, you're really tight here and I can't reach."

"Oomph. God you're good. So what, you think you need my permission? Well, ya got that, for what it's worth."

"I know. We don't have to decide right away. She told me she wanted to wait until after she moved in." He stopped the massage and rested his head on his shoulder. "But I think I'll do it. My own little bit of immortality, y'know?"

"I know. I think it's really sweet that she asked you. Says a lot about you, my love." He sat up and looked around. "God, I can't stand all these fuckin' boxes."

"Just leave 'em. In a couple of weeks finals'll be over and then I'll be free to unpack and work around here."

"I don't think I can stand living in this mess that long." He drained his soda, reached out and tore a box open. "This one should have gone in the house, in our office." Ah, they are in the apartment. He turned it around. "See. It says so right there."

"At least it's not in the storage locker. Can't we do this tomorrow?" He cuddled up to his lover, nuzzling into his shoulder. "You did good today." He rolled his head, letting his hair tickle his neck.

"So did you." He traced a lazy line down Chad's neck and side and back up again. "That feels nice. You cuddle good."

"Mmmhmmm." Chad slipped a finger inside Steve's shirt, finding that fine dusting of blond hair once more. He turned his head and burrowed his nose deeply into his neck, inhaling his sweet ambrosia. Bolder now, he undid a button and slipped his hand under his shirt. It lazed over coarse curls, teasing at the steely muscles underneath. He undid more buttons with his other hand, opening the shirt and revealing the flesh. With the barest of touches his fingertips stalked the exposed nipples; they responded by erupting into little pink eraser heads.

"Mmm...that's so nice." Steve's head lolled back and his legs relaxed. His fingers teased at Chad's hair, roaming to that special place just in front of his ear lobes and creeping down his neck.

Chad's tongue caressed his throat and then his mouth strayed lower. Muscles tightened under his lips and probing tongue. His teeth nipped at those little pink erasers and he thrilled at Steve's startled gasp. He looked up and grinned. "Shall we go to bed?"

"I thought you were tired."

Fingers still toyed with his hair. "I'm never too tired for that. Besides, I'll be on my back. You'll be the one doing all the work."

"Whatever you say. You're the boss of me."

"So then, take me, my prince!"

Chad twined his arms about his neck, pulling himself upward as he stood. He eased into a kiss, then opened his mouth and probed with his tongue. Steve's arms rep: hugged him close and he thrilled at the sinew and rippling muscle and blond curls. rep: Hugging arms transformed to eager hands that tore at his pants. Chad pulled his shirt over his head and flung it to the floor. His slacks fell to ankles and he kicked them aside. Hands gripped his butt under his jockey shorts while he melted into hard steel in front of him. His cock fought with the cotton binding it, yearning to be free. He felt the same hard eagerness underneath Steve's dungarees.

Chad's breath heaved and his knees trembled. Strong fingers slipped under his shorts once more and spread his cheeks. Steve's mouth attacked his, and he opened his lips with eager abandon. His lover's tongue probed, wet and hard and soft all at once, and his own tongue swirled in submission. Masterful hands caressed his torso and then slipped under the elastic on his shorts, jerking them downward. His cock sprang free at last. He wiggled his hips and his shorts dropped to the floor, where he kicked them off. He thrust his now naked body against his lover, using his hard cock to caress him. He rubbed against the rough fabric and gloried in the hardness hidden underneath. Fingers fondled his balls and tickled his bush.

Overwhelmed, not wanting to climax just yet, he withdrew. "Wait, God, please, not yet. Come on, let's get in bed." He tugged at Steve's hand and pulled him onto the bed in the alcove. He slipped a pillow under his ass, spread his legs and waited.

Steve knelt between his open legs and stripped off his clothes. First his shirt fell to the bed. Next he unbuckled his jeans and undid the fly, one button at a time. His hard cock slipped out of his boxer shorts, fluids gleaming on its tip. He leaned over and kissed Chad's throat then his lips. His cock nuzzled into his partner's, on top if it, behind it, fluids melting together as hard bodies met. Chad arched his spine and his thrust his head backward. His chest heaved and his breath gasped in shallow bursts.

Steve rose back to his knees and Chad watched as he flung off his jeans and his shorts in one motion. He leaned over, kissed Chad on the neck, and reached into the nightstand. "I planned ahead," he whispered. The odor of vanilla and musk filled the room when he opened the bottle of lube. "Hold out your hands." He poured the clear fluid into Chad's cupped hands and then poured more into his own palm. He put the bottle on the nightstand, careful not to spill the fluid cradled in his hand. With his free hand, he caressed Chad's balls, then pushed his legs further apart. With the lube warmed in his palm, he inserted one slippery finger after another into Chad's hole, until all four glided in and out in easy rhythm.

Chad too warmed the lube in his palms, then slid his hands onto Steve's shaft, letting his natural fluids dissolve in a glistening sheen. His fingers slid up and down and around, sliding across the crown and toying with the piss hole, then slithering back down to the moist hair at the base. He opened his legs and moaned as the fingers penetrated and withdrew. As last he wrapped his ankles about Steve's back and pulled him closer.

Steve grabbed his ankles and lifted them to his shoulders. His hands slipped under Chad's butt and his cock slipped back, behind his balls. It probed and caressed. "Oh god, now, please! I can't hold it much longer!" Chad whispered, his hands drifting lower, guiding his lover's cock into his waiting, pulsing hole. Once penetrated, his hands crept back upward, over his head.

Steve grinned and pinned Chad's wrists over his head with his fists. His cock slipped deeper inside, slow but sure. Chad felt the blessed fullness and relaxed all his inner muscles, melting and exploding at once. Now his lover's cock retreated, so slow, almost but not quite uncoupling. He tipped his hips in response, gripping, every sphincter muscle gripping and asking for more. Faster this time, Steve's cock advanced again and he opened himself yet again, yearning to be one with his lover. Retreating, advancing, accelerating, with each thrust of his lover's cock, his body thrummed to the energy pulsing inside him. This was affirmation! Now, with another man's cock inside him, now he was sure of his worth, now he was certain of his value. Those are interesting thoughts… Steve's head jerked back and his body convulsed in spasms, his breath heaving in short gasps. Chad's soul fled at that wonderful, rapturous moment. Consumed by the hardness within, driven by the thrusting ardor above, bound by the compelling grasp on his wrists, his body overwhelmed his spirit and erupted in paroxysms of pleasure.

The thrusts slowed and then ceased and Chad became once again more than a container for pleasure. Hmm… Steve slipped out of him even as he slipped his legs off his shoulders and wrapped them behind his back, pulling him close. Sweat dripped from his nose as he rested above him, at last releasing his wrists. "That was nice," he whispered. He leaned forward and rep: kissed his eyes. "You have eyes that were meant to be rep: kissed."

Chad grinned at the reference to Fitzgerald. "I guess that inaugurates our new place, huh?"

"I guess." He rolled over onto his side. With one hand he toyed with the hairs on Chad's chest, with the other he caressed his brow. "I guess that's our little piece of immortality."

"That's sure how it feels to me." He ran his fingers through those springy golden curls, now soaked with sweat. "We should take a shower."

"No shower. No hot water." He reached into the magic nightstand and pulled out a canister of towelettes. He took one and wiped the sweat from his lover's brow. With another he wiped the detritus of their love making from his stomach. "I love that you come when I screw you."

"It's the prostate, y'know? It's more responsive than the cock, and you massage it good."

"You're so romantic." He kissed him again and sighed. "And I'm so tired."

"Me too." They cuddled together and soon were asleep. The CSI marathon continued in the other room. The Who sang "Who Are You" in muted tones as another episode began.

The dream stalked his sleep again that night.

Darkness chilled his bones. Though quicksand smothered his steps, he slogged forward. Impulses at once pitiless and beguiling lashed his soul. Dread and desire conspired to drive him onward into darkness and oblivion.

A fog shuddered about him. Ahead a glimmer of red light, dreary and incarnadine, struggled with the impenetrable gloom. Chill waters flooded under his feet and lapped at his ankles. He scuttled ahead but the elusive glow fled away faster, growing ever more distant, ever more tenebrous. His chest constricted and his breath rasped in his throat. He fell to his knees and crawled onward in the redolent glow.

Blood thudded in his veins while teardrops turned to raindrops murmuring in his ears. He lifted his head and beheld clawed feet scurrying away through runnels of foul water. His upraised eyes peered into the gloom. The ancient tub from the house coalesced out of the shadows, come alive, breathing and baleful. Water spouted from its corrupt faucets and cascaded in sheets over its edge. It splashed to the floor and streamed away to eternity. He lifted himself up and clung to the edge of the tub. He gazed upon the rippling surface, glimmering in the red light. A fog of blood billowed through the waters, polluting his vision and his hopes.

rep:Red gloom penetrated his eyes and his soul andrep: red liquid bathed his body. He leaned back against the cold porcelain of the tub while clawed feet dug into his back. Paralysis seized his body and the blood-rep: red waters closed over his head. Not moving, not breathing, not thinking, he stared skyward through swirling fluids and saw a stairway leading down to infinity.

The stairs wound downward through a stony tunnel that spiraled to the depths.. extra period, or one more for an ellipsis? The stairs plunged and coiled in a hellish descent to a nightmare of desire and fear. The doorway at the bottom beckoned, light streaming outward in motes of dust and webs of foreboding. He knew that fate and destiny compelled him to transit that passage, to enter that room. Male voices jittered in faint refrain and the clangor of chains reverberated on the stone walls. Hushed screams wafted upwards and drifted into memory. Heavy wings gusted through the air, rushing to meet him, calling to him.

Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled. He stood once more in the basement of their house, in that room so sublime and so sordid. Torches blazed and incandescent flashes jetted outward like lasers through the dank room, splashing in inchoate patterns before finally converging on the cross. He reclined against those harsh timbers, relinquishing his body in a halo of flickering illumination.

From the shadows, from nowhere, from within himself, the dark one appeared, naked and menacing, his red eyes aglow and his malignant cock erect and pulsing. Hooves clopped on the stone floor and transformed to footfalls. "You are back, my beloved." His voice caressed his ears and tore at his heart. Giant fleshy wings gusted behind him then vanished as he folded his arms, whether in prayer or potency, who could say?

Chad's chest heaved and his heart exploded. His arms writhed but chains bound them, his legs wrenched but shackles restrained them. Only his cock, rigid and yearning, stood free and exposed. A chill breeze gusted between his legs and his balls contracted in fear.

That degenerate crimson fingernail crept from hiding and circled about him. "You are so lovely, almost as lovely as I." The nail grazed his throat and withdrew while he leaned close and inhaled Chad's breath. "So sweet, so strong, so virile," he whispered.

Chad smothered as the dark one took his breath away. He gasped and choked out, "Evil. Go way. You're evil."

A breathy chuckle oozed from the dark one's lips. "Evil, you say? If evil I am, then so are you, for we are now the same flesh and the same spirit." He leaned close and inhaled once more, then gusted foul breath in Chad's face. "See, you breathe me in once more."

Chad's soul yearned to hack the foulness from his lungs, to expel the other's corrupt scent, but his body would not comply. Hmm… the reason for the coughing up to this point? "Why are you doing this?" His voice was a wheeze, a whisper, a whimper.

"Destiny joins us, my beloved. We have no choices, you and I. Soon enough you will seek me out with abandon."

The dark one pressed against him, his cock icy cold against Chad's loins. That nail, so beguiling, kissed his balls, coursed up his shaft, toyed with its crown and penetrated the piss hole. Chad's hips threshed and thrust and his legs opened with lust.

"Yesss, so good. You see, you are eager for my gifts."

Chad lurched when his enormous phallus thrust inside him. Ice cold and yet overwhelming him with erotic power, it attacked and tore at him. His hole expanded and contracted, wanting more and fearing more. "Yesss, you want it, you can feel our power." The nail traced paths on his rippling abdomen, then up his chest where it found his throat once more. The thrusts deepened and quickened, drawing him further into an eternity of loathing and lust.

The dark one pressed close and his mouth caressed his neck. His head withdrew and Chad again saw those fang-like teeth dripping with green ichor. Then the dark one bent in impossible ways. Even while he penetrated Chad's hole, his mouth opened and consumed his cock. That nail, depraved and nefarious, traced scarlet paths across his torso. That cock, mammoth and implacable, tore into his bowels. And that mouth, macabre and menacing, suckled at his groin.

Thousands of red eyes cascaded above him. Thousands of voices chanted, "Fortuna plango vulnera." That’s not a good sign… His body thrummed with the rising rhythm of the chant. He quivered with the torrent of sensations tearing at him, searing his loins and splitting him in two. His soul vaporized with the tumult of insensate passion and he fled upward, joining those red eyes watching and that heady chorus chanting. "Miser, miser! modo niger et ustus fortiter!"

"So good it is." The voice bubbled up to his ears and he gasped to find himself back in his body. His arms strained and his legs twisted against their bonds. "Ah, you struggle. But soon, soon, you will enter a new dimension." Chad wanted to scream but no sound would come. He wanted to writhe, but he could not move. "Soon, soon, you will see. Soon you will enter my dimension, a dimension of sight and sound." I’m not sure that last part is necessary. Isn’t that that part from the Twilight Zone?

Chad's eyes jerked open. Sweat drenched his body and panic clenched his soul. A dim light flickered in the strange room and the late-night re-run murmured in his ears. The theme song rippled while he lay there trembling. Steve snored gently beside him. Thunder growled outside and rain pelted the windows. Memory flickered back and his panic abated.

"Fuck," he breathed. Sheets snagged about his legs and his arms somehow had gotten twisted behind the headboard. He freed himself, careful not to wake his lover. He expected to have a mess of come to clean up, but was surprised to find no residue from his dream. Could have sworn I came. More than once, in fact. Shit. I must be more freaked out about this house thing than I thought. He sat on the edge of the bed for a moment, then he rose wound his way through boxes. He opened a box labeled "CD's", pulled out "Carmina Burana" and peered at the case in the light from the TV. Now how the fuck would that get into my nightmare? This is weirder than shit. He read from the translation on the case, "'I bemoan the wounds of fortune. Misery me, black, and roasting fiercely.' Sure is fuckin' appropriate for that bat shit crazy dream." He clicked off the TV and sat for a moment longer, head in his hands.

He dug through a box in the bathroom until he found sleeping pills. He gulped down two without water and walked to the window to look out at the storm. Puddles glittered in the back yard and lightning prowled on the horizon. A car whooshed through the street and tail lights cast weird reflections through the raindrops. For just a moment red eyes seemed to stare at him from the back door of the house. He shuddered and crawled back into bed, cuddling close to Steve's sleeping form.


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