Demon Dorms
Demon Dorms
Co-Written by Theta Pastry
The cold air of winter seemed to be quite persistant, reaching even the third floor of Lucien hall. Chris had tried to combat the cold as best he could, cranking the heater, but heat rose and there was still a layer of chill along the floor. Recently he seemed to be favoring the heat. He leaned back in his dorm chair, his legs propped up against the counter that his computer sat on, playing music. He was a fairly built college student, six foot one with brown hair and blue eyes. Pictures on his desk betrayed a poster child of mediocrity, short buzzed hair and a clean baby face. The young man sitting in shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt seemd to be anything but, his hair starting to get shaggy, his cheeks dotted with the shadow of lack of shaving. He looked more like a surfer than anything, a strange necklace with an obsidian pendant hanging around his neck. His books sat by his closet unopened, his clothes piled hastily in the hamper.
Nobody knew quite so much about the cold as Ben, who had decided that it was a perfectly good idea to go out for a run at five in the morning in the middle of January. Ben did not have the most common sense of all people in the world. He couldn't say he didn't find it sort of bracing, though. He'd always been a sort of child of nature, the sort who actually /enjoys/ hiking and thinks a day out in the wilds was a day well spent. People thought he was crazy for it, but hey, that was why he was majoring in Geology, right? He himself was on the shorter side at five foot eight, but definitely also leaning towards rugged, with a tan that didn't seem to go away even in the dead of winter (which he counted as a blessing now) and a good amount of muscle on him. He was well-built, though it wasn't hard to tell it wasn't the type of built one got in a gym.
He himself wasn't exactly keen on shaving either, but he couldn't help but notice the sudden and rather inexplicable behavior shown by his normally prim roommate. It looked like he was slacking off in his classes, too, which was a little alarming, given the GPA that had gotten him in. When he opened the door to their dorm room, Ben was greeted with a blast of hot air. Even hotter than most people turned their heaters up to. Chris was reclining at the desk in shorts and a tank top, like it was summer.
"I'm telling you, man, something's up. You're sure nothing happened lately?"
"I think some of the dudes from Alpha Pi chose our bathroom for their puke fest... Other than that it's been pretty quiet, even the RA's out of town." Chris replied, missing Ben's point entirely. To him nothing seemed out of place, if anything the last few weeks had seem more in line than he had ever expected. He glanced over to Ben, looking him over, "Have a good walk?" he asked.
"GREAT walk," he corrected, throwing off his coat onto the bed and following it soon after. He knew something was up with Chris, but he didn't want to seem like he was pushing it, since...well, that would be weird. Ben had a history of being "the really blunt kid" in high school, and he was trying to get rid of that. "Still, I'm surprised. I thought you'd be writing a term paper for something, don't you non-Geo people have lots of papers to write?" Smug.
"Oh har har... We can't all be lucky and get field trips like you geo majors... I saw those pictures, you guys must get all the field trip budget the uni has." Chris smirked, groping himself idly, "And the term paper isn't that important, the prof sucks for the class anyway. He's only there half the time, who wants to learn from a T.A?" Chris shook his head, spreading his legs a bit. The air seemed to get even muskier, the scent of adult male quite strong.
"All the field trip budget AND all the beer money. You think the /frats/ drink a lot? You should see a geo study session." He smirked again, and his nose twitched. He'd lived in a dormitory for a year and a half now, he was used to the smell of a half-naked guy, but...not in his own room. Well, except on the aforementioned field trips, when the guys' rooms got a little...interesting-smelling. Something had been up for a while, but he'd been noticing it more and more the last couple of days. Was Chris high on something? "Still, I remember you freaking out about your term papers this time last year."
"Yeah, but classes don't always line up the same." Chris said, standing up. He flinched a bit, his feet settling into the icy layer of air at the bottom of the room. He moved over and patted Ben on the shoulders, looking directly into his eyes, "It's okay... Things are covered. You should just relax and unwind dude." Chris said, "And... share the beer money. I could take a geo class, you could be my tutor." he smirked.
Ben should have been more worried, he knew he should have been more worried. It was in his nature to worry. But he felt oddly at ease when Chris looked him in the eyes. Chris knew what he was doing with himself, right? He flopped back down onto the bed and faced the ceiling, chest slowly rising up and down. He was still pretty sweaty from his run and smelled accordingly, but it wasn't all that noticeable in the room, so he didn't bother making the effort to shower. He'd shower later, when he was less tired. "Alright, alright. But you don't take Geo for the beer, dude. You take it because you love rocks and stay for the beer."
"What if you're just rock hard? Or a stone cold fox?" Chris asked, barraging his roomate with bad puns. He moved over, throwing his blankets back, getting ready for bed. They had both been working fairly hard all term until recently and with various field trips and lectures, this was the first night they'd be able to sleep in as late as they wanted. Chris was looking forward to it a great deal.
"Oh, you slay me. Get out, you belong at open mic night." Ben rolled his eyes so hard the waves of unamusement could be felt a quarter mile away. Rock puns, how /clever/. He hadn't heard any of /those/ from people asking about his major. (Though, really, he shouldn't have been complaining, because mocking English majors in iambic pentameter was a favourite pastime of his.) Ben was looking forward to the shut-eye too, his Astronomy class had him up at ungodly hours of the night for everything from lectures to tests. Tests with real stars. His professor was interesting. He was a bit hot for blankets, though, given that the heater was all the way up, so he contented himself with just the sheets.
Before long the lights were off, the blinds drawn, a soft green glow from Chris' alarm clock fading before illuminating anything. The soft hum of a fan came as usual from next to Chris' bed, circulating the warm musky air around the room, giving the pretense of tolerability to Ben's sleep. Minutes passed, almost an hour. Ben could hear Chris shift in his sleep, wearing nothing but boxers and his new necklace. He heard the barely audible pumping of a fist around a cock, Chris' husky breathing.
Ben listened for a moment. He wanted to be sure he was hearing what he was hearing. Because honestly, he'd known Chris for quite a while, and he always thought he was too modest to do that in the /bathroom/, let alone six feet from his roommate. But it was there, the heavy breathing and the subtle crunching of boxers. He didn't move, but spoke out to the darkness of the room. "Chris, what the hell? Just fucking go to sleep, do that shit when I'm not here." Chris actually growled but soon there was silence in the room, Chris begrudgingly falling asleep a short time later. Ben thought it was a bit odd that his roommate was growling at him of all things, but didn't take much stock of it, falling asleep in the room ventilated with male scent.
That morning, he was up at the usual (ungodly) hour, ready to go out and finish up his mapping of the area west of the university for his assignment. It was the last thing he had to do, and he wanted to get it done with and lazily hang around for the next few days uninterrupted. He pulled on some shorts and started groggily looking around the room for a T-shirt. It was much harder to find things with his roommate's new habits. The room was still quite dim at the early hour, the sun barely giving any color to the sky. There seemed to be a t-shirt draped across the handles of Ben's closet, a simple red shirt with the school logo emblazoned on it.
Ben spied the shirt and hastily pulled it over his head, not minding that it had probably been worn before. He counted himself lucky if he saw a single person out on his mapping treks, anyway. However, before he got out the door, he glanced back at Chris and noticed that something was...off. He couldn't see much of the guy except his head, for it was all covered by the heavy blankets, but his face looked...different. It wasn't just the slightly reddish colour (he attributed that to overheating, the idiot), but the features weren't quite right. Did he just need some coffee? Chris moaned as the door opend, the hall lights coming into the room. He waved his arms out from under the blankets.
"Stay or go... Make up your mind..." He muttered, wondering why he felt such contentment knowing his roommate had been sleeping in the bed right next to his. He didn't like the idea of being alone. It only occurred to Ben at that moment that Chris may have been sick. He seemed somewhat strained, and the red colour may actually have been a fever. Hey, he wasn't pre-med, give him a break. With that in mind, he closed the door and sauntered back over next to his roommate, peering down at him. "What was that? You feeling alright, guy?" Now that he got a closer look, there was something a bit more...off. Chris obviously had stopped shaving for the past while, given his scruffiness, but it was more pronounced, somehow. Maybe a late growth spurt? Extra hormones may have accounted for weird behavior over the last week or two.
"My temp is all out of whack... I just want to stay here... I don't want to be alone either." He muttered, looking up into Ben's eyes. His gaze, despite just waking up, was practically hypnotic. The musky smell seemed to have changed over night, smelling more intense, almost intoxicating. With the covers pulled back Ben got a brand new whif of it. His first impulse was to go get ahold of a student from the med school who'd know what to do with this, but...he got a whiff of Chris's scent and felt kind of dizzy for a moment, so he sat down on his own bed, still looking down at his roommate. He could look away, he just...he was too considerate to, that was it. It wasn't like he was staring into Chris's eyes or anything, he was just concerned because his buddy was under the weather.
"A-alright, dude, I'm here. Want me to get you some water or something?" God, that smell. It was...it was something. He was about to say it stank, but it was kind of...homey, in a way.
"Can you feel my head? Tell me how hot I am?" Chris asked, looking over to Ben almost pleadingly. He pulled his blankets back, revealing his large sweat soaked body, his bulging underwear. He seemed in pretty good shape other than the heat thing, his muscles well defined. He sat up and turned, facing Ben to make it easier for him to check his temperature. Ben was pretty comfortable around other guys, so it wasn't like he was afraid to admire Chris's body. He could never keep up a gym routine even if he tried, so he figured he was lucky to be so interested in outdoor stuff, and admired people who had the dedication for it. Still, now wasn't the time, and he put out his hand to feel his roommate's forehead.
"Geez, that's incredibly hot! You didn't feel this ye--" He stopped abruptly, having felt something definitely unusual. Two little bumps, just a little bit above and more forward than the temples. Bumps that were not typical on a human skull. "...Uh, Chris, what are these?" Chris seemed to have ignored the question, gazing directly into Ben's eyes. He reached up and grabbed his roomate's head. Soon ben felt lips on his, a tongue pushing into his mouth. The saliva was strong, thick, so smooth and silky as it seemet to glide into his own mouth. Chris' hands held Ben's head strongly, laced through his hair, holding his skull.
In any kind of normal situation, Ben would have made a loud sound and pushed away. However, this was completely different. It was like he'd been transported to a sensual plane completely unlike the one he'd been living in his whole life. The strong smell of Chris's body, coupled with the sensation from the kiss, made him all but melt on the spot. His mind was far too preoccupied with the incredible sensation and the feeling of the saliva-but-not-quite to register that anything was wrong here.
Chris continued to hold Ben's head to his with one hand. The other moved, grabbing the waist band of Ben's pants. Chris leaned back and literally lifted Ben up onto the bed with him. Soon they were laying body to body, groin to groin. Chris' pendant pressed against Ben's chest through his shirt, heat radiating off of Chris. He kissed Ben more wildly, lips tangling with Ben's, tongue slithering around wildly. His hand moved up and down Ben's spine, almost massaging him. Ben moaned and moved his hands up and down Chris's back purely by reflex. He wasn't a sex god or anything, but he'd had sex with some chicks in his day, so he knew how to go about things. Well, rather, his muscles knew how to go about things, because his brain was totally out to lunch. He didn't care what was going on, he wanted more of it. He noticed a distinct heat pressing against his chest, given that it was the only thing happening that wasn't fantastic, but didn't really pay much attention.
Chris reached down and opened Ben's pants, pulling the fly of his underwear open. He moved and soon Ben felt Chris' hot, thick, long cock sliding against his as they kissed. Chris embraced everything that was happening, loving every moment of it. The saliva seemed to grow sweeter, flowing down Ben's throat as he swallowed. There was suddenly a sensation of something being very wrong as Ben felt his cock being exposed to the air, but it was very tiny compared to the veritable pleasured screaming going on in his head. So small, in fact, that he didn't even notice it on a conscious level. Instead, he bucked his hips a bit, feeling that he was drooling precum over both of them. He'd always made a lot for some reason, so thankfully he didn't often need lubrication of any sort. The bed would be a bit wet afterwards, but...he wasn't in any state to be thinking of afterwards, considering he didn't even know or comprehend that he was making out with his male roommate.
Heat began spreading through Ben's body, but it didn't feel bad. If anything he craved it, the room feeling so much more comfortable and inviting... Let alone Chris' body which felt as if it was the physical embodiment of heaven. Ben's cock throbbed, growing longer and thicker, drooling heavier amounts of fluid. Chris sucked on Ben's tongue before he broke the kiss, moving to suck on Ben's neck. Ben couldn't put words to what he was feeling. Well, that wasn't saying much, because he couldn't put words to much of /anything/ at the moment, but it was definitely different. There was a sort of power going through him, and he could feel it radiating from the body he was entangled with. They were essentially a sticky mess after not long, given that his now more impressive tool was letting out gobs of liquid, and there was a good chance they were stinking up the hallway, even with the door closed and locked. If anyone were to open the door to the two's room, he would probably faint from the sheer degree of sweaty stink. Ben, however, was enjoying it more, and brought his hands up to find the face sucking on his neck, put them on its sides...and noticed that the bristles had come to be a bit more than bristles.
His companion was sporting a pretty slick, devilish beard, though Ben didn't really comprehend it. The pendandt shimmered and a tingling spread into both men's chests. Chris tugged at Ben's shirt, tossing it aside, revealing his flesh. He reached down, tugging at his legs. Ben seemed to be catching up to Chris' state fast, his cock throbbing harder than it ever had, his skin getting redder. His forehead felt tight, the skin deforming over bumps. His stomach rumbled gently, as if it was hungry for something that was close at hand. Ben had a bit of a moment of lucidity, and felt like he knew what he was supposed to do. He knew exactly what he was supposed to do! He was still awash in a sea of pleasure, but he took a bit more of the control now, nipping and biting his way down the other man's torso until he reached the protruding cock. It was an angry red already, slightly more red than even the rest of the other young man (though hardly human anymore), and Ben's stomach churned at the sight of it, not to mention the sheer musky scent wafting from Chris's noticeable balls. Without a thought, he took it into his mouth, performing upon it by instinct and making the other man writhe. He'd never done it before, he had a faint recollection. But...he had, hadn't he?
Chris groaned in delight, putting a large hand over the back of Ben's head, holding him to his demonic cock. His precum flowed into Ben's mouth and throat, soothing his stomach, feeling as if he was getting the first true meal after a long, long fast. ben's hair grew darker, points of blood appeared as the horns emerged from his forehead, his own cock incredibly red. Ben's fingernails began growing longer, sharper. With that feeling, Ben abandoned tenderness, choosing instead to suck hungrily at what was in front of him. He'd been hungry before, sure, but this was the sort of hunger that couldn't be solved by bacon, eggs, and toast. It was a feeling he'd never have thought he had before, but he definitely couldn't deny it now. As he worked at the cock, his now clawed hands squeezed and clenched at Chris's red ass, his own midsection bucking forward in arousal. He could feel the instrument becoming longer and thicker inside of his mouth, and that gave him a charge. And this room...this room was cold. Didn't they know to turn up the heater?
Chris growled in lust and delight, thrusting his hips up into Ben's face, fucking him without restraint or mercy. He kept his pace up, sliding deeper and deeper. He moaned sharply, watching Ben's horns darken and curve. Ben's spine throbbed, his tailbone stretching longer slowly, giving him new sensations. The bed squeaked, a delightful sound, the sound of true lust realized and made manifest. Chris reached down, kneeding at ben's red ass. While the cold was there outside of him, Ben was feeling more and more of the flame inside of him keeping him going, his head bobbing back and forth. His slick, long, jet black hair moved with it. Wait, he was a brunette, right? And didn't he keep his hair short? Why did he think that? For as long as he could remember it had been this black, and he kept it long because of the contrast to his muscular body. While he hungrily sucked at Chris's cock, his kneading turned more forceful, and his hands moved closer to the center until, eventually, one finger was poised at Chris's entrance. His incredibly hot entrance. It felt like it contained heated coals, but somehow that made Ben even more curious to see what it felt like. So he slowly pushed the finger inside, only slightly conscious of the pain while his horns grew out from little stubs to powerful expressions of dark masculinity.
A thick, pointed tail slithered down before it curled between Ben's legs, the flared point curling into a vaguelly cone shape before it plunged itself into Ben's ass, sliding deeper and deeper, unfolding inside of him as it moved back and forth, pumping at his insides. Chris growled deeply in pleasure as Ben sucked him, writhing and fucking hard. He reached down to fondle Ben's cock as it thrust into the moist matress, rubbing his manly slime all over his shaft. At the sensation of the pointed tail pushing its way into his ass, Ben thrust /hard/ into the mattress, going so deep he felt the cloth was almost in danger of ripping. He couldn't stop himself from a moan in an incredibly deep and somehow unfamiliar voice, but as his mouth was still on Chris's cock, it came out as huge amounts of vibration traveling along the other man's body. He shoved his finger deeper into Chris's ass, adding another and making a "scissor" motion with them. Without much probing he found something that he instinctively knew to be the prostate, and gave it a good few pokes.
Chris let out a low rumble that practically shook the room. Ben could hear moans and pants coming from the rooms around them, even from neighbors that never woke up early. Chris pushed his ass back against the clawed fingers before he roared again. His huge cock pulsed and throbbed in Ben's mouth before hot, thick, sticky dark cum filled his mouth and flowed down his throat, pumping in at incredible speeds, flowing into ben's stomach. His muscles pulsed, throbbing as they grew thicker, more defined. Ben felt an incredible strength through his body, his balls seemed to refill faster than he drooled out. Ben attempted to keep up with the torrent going down his throat, but even though he was pretty damn skilled, it was a lot. So once he felt the flow dying down a bit, he removed his mouth from Ben's cock and turned himself around, reconnecting himself for a kiss between the two of them and sharing the dark, purplish-black substance between their mouths. It didn't taste like much, but at the same time tasted like pure satisfaction, filling the hunger he'd nursed for who knew how long. The kiss also triggered Ben's own cock, which began pumping out the same thick, dark, stinking cum all over their stomachs and chests, which pressed against each other and spread it around themselves and the bed.
Chris moved and suddenly Ben felt Chris' searing hot, huge cock pushing into his ass, thrusting up hard, drooling the dark liquid into him as they kissed. Chris moaned into the kiss intently, gulping down his own juices, the two getting covered in the dark juice that soaked into their red skin. Ben's cheeks tingled before dark black hair pushed out, stretching down. More hair from his chin emerged, meeting the sides, growing into an extremely masculine beard. His chest felt softer, the slime soaking into hair there, the man an embodiment of masculinity. Ben felt it too, the dark liquid leaking out of their mouths and down their throats. It settled on his cheeks and suddenly sprouted into thick, black hair, a beard to match Chris' at the same time, accompanied by considerable body hair. He moaned loudly at being penetrated again, this time by something much thicker (and yet somehow more slick), grinding down on it with an ass that was much more dextrous and strong than it had been perhaps an hour earlier. As he was fucked, his own muscles swelled, making his previously already athletic body match the manly hair now covering it.
The bed groaned before it gave out, falling to the floor. The sudden movement dropped Ben directly onto Chris' shaft which speared up impossibly deep into Ben. His internal organs had apparently shifted to make room. Chris roared and moved, kissing Ben wildly, clinging to his lover in mad passion. Everything felt so right, so perfect, so true. The rising sunlight filtered into the room, glistening on the dark tattoo both men had on their chests, a tribal pattern that matched the pendant exactly. The spearing feeling, by all laws of physics and biology combined, should have been incredibly painful and probably fatal. However, it only felt to Ben like what he had been missing his entire life, the puzzle piece to fill the hole he hadn't even known was there. He leaned in closer to Chris, but their horns knocked together, sending an incredible sexual charge through both. He remained leaning toward the other demonic man, exhaling what may as well have been flame, horns together, and ran one hand through Chris' beard and the other through his chest hair. Though he was still in incredible passion, they were cooling down, reaching the point where they were becoming lucid again.
Chris shuddered and moaned as if another orgasm swept through him as the hand moved through his beard and hair and a huge, searing wave of cum pumped deep into Ben's ass, filling him up steadily and quickly from the other end. Chris moaned deeply, tracing claws through Ben's chest hair, grinning an evil fanged grin at everything that had happened to them. He shuddered in delight, gazing into Ben's eyes. Ben felt conflict for a moment. He saw Chris in front of him, but at the same time, it wasn't Chris at all. Chris didn't have red skin or a beard or huge horns...but he did. As he returned to being able to consciously think, he continually saw more wrong. However, once Chris spouted more dark liquid inside of him, the massive volumes of it seemed to seep up into his brain, for all memories of studying and hanging out with Chris were suddenly replaced with recollections of sneaking up and playfully violating him, or finding him after class and fucking him raw against a building. Those eyes. Those eyes were what made the incredible lust rise in him. He stared back into them and gave a grin, still panting too hard to speak.