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Crime of Compassion

Written by Leo_Todrius

Commissioned by Draegon1993

Inspired by artwork by Apollopop

A long, shrill, loud siren was building in the distance, climbing ever higher in pitch before falling back down. It was an old siren, one built to warn of wars or some natural disaster. Its original purpose was unknown by most, but in recent years it had been retrofitted for one specific purpose: to warn of a supernatural event. A hellmouth had opened somewhere near by and residents had to be warned. It was yet another warm spring day. The sun was showering the suburbs with golden light, but the streets were deserted. Blinds were drawn, doors were locked, and one teenager was running down the street with a skateboard tucked under his arm.

Despite the heat, the young man had on a black and white long sleeve t-shirt hoodie, his brownish black bangs spilling out of the hood and hanging down over his eyes. His pointed chin was fair, his skin smooth and unblemished. His black jeans hugged his hips and ass, showing how lean he was. His sneakers gripped the cement beneath him and propelled him forward with soft footsteps. It still wasn't ideal, but it was a lot quieter than using his skateboard.

Brown eyes darted around, looking for danger. It had been ten years since the first hellmouth opened, spilling out monsters and demons beyond description. The humans did the best they could to defend their realm, but it was dangerous for everyone involved. Already Sam heard gunshots in the distance, rustling in the bushes. It was so close. He didn't want to get caught in the crossfire.

Sam could feel his heart racing in his chest, his muscles aching from running for so many blocks. He was almost home, he didn't have far to go. He moved up the hill and the ground evened out in front of him, but something wasn't right... There was something up ahead, on his lawn... Something red and... moving. Sam slowed to a stop, his breath catching in his lungs. Slumped on his front lawn was a figure, a humanoid figure with crimson skin.

For a moment Sam thought about fleeing in another direction, but what if there were more creatures? What if the hunters thought he was the demon from a distance and shot at him? But there was also a degree of curiosity. He'd never seen a demon before, not in person. The demon was curled up into the fetal position on the grass, and something was sticking out of his back. The hunters had already gotten to him, but the demon had managed to break away before collapsing in that spot.

Without realizing it, Sam had taken a step forward, then another. With each advance he could make out the demon better. He was naked, but his rich ruby red skin transitioned to black fur at the knees, trailing down to animalistic legs and black hooves. He had a long prehensile tail that sloped around his legs and ended in a fluffy whip of black fur. The demon's hair was shorn in a black fade like any teenager might have, and there were black tribal tattoos that ran down the back of his neck and wrapped around his throat like a printed collar.

The creature was still, almost motionless other than a shallow breathing. Sam stopped again when he saw the demon's injuries, and felt a wave of painful empathy wash over him. This being that wasn't so different from Sam had been hit with numerous crossbow bolts and at least one bullet. The bolts were stuck in his flesh, moving as he breathed. Black blood leaked out of the wounds, dribbling down into the grass. Sam dropped his skateboard, the object clattering as it hit.

Yellow eyes half-opened, the demon too weak to flee. Red irises met with Sam's, seeing the human youth, but then they slipped shut again. Sam's stomach tightened, so much so that he doubled over to the side and puked into the bark dust, his stomach emptying itself of what little he had for lunch. Sam went pale for a moment, trying to recover himself. He'd never seen anyone hurt like that before, he'd never seen anyone that in pain... and he'd never realized just how inhumane his fellow humans were.

As Sam righted himself, he made a decision. He glanced around and ensured none of the neighbors had their windows open and then he ran around the demon to his house and unlocked the door, opening it up. He moved back and crouched down next to the red skinned creature and took a few long breaths.

"I'm going to help you inside, but I'm sure it's going to hurt. I'm so sorry, please forgive me." Sam said before he slipped his arms under the demon and started to lift. He groaned a bit and started to get him up. The demon's eyes squeezed shut more but he didn't cry out, he didn't struggle or wriggle. He was too tired to fight anymore. Sam groaned, struggling before he stood up, the demon in his arms. He turned and moved to the house, taking slow steps, trying to keep his balance.

It seemed like an eternity to go just a few feet, but he crossed the lawn, then the step up into the house. He kicked the door shut behind him and started moving toward the bathroom. Black blood ran down the demon's arm and fell onto the linoleum by the door, dribbling as he was carried. The pain must have been intense, but the demon's yellow and red eyes had opened again, this time not in pain, but curiosity. He looked up at the human carrying him, surprised by the human's actions.

Sam had always been a quiet child. His hood had been his sanctuary, his bangs a veil to hide his eyes from the others. He'd been shy, but he'd also been observant. Saving this wounded creature seemed like the only right thing to do. Sam carried his ward into the bathroom and stepped over the lip of the tub before setting the demon down carefully so his back didn't hit the back of the tub. The demon made his first sound, a soft whimper as he settled.

"I'm not the best at medicine, but I did take a CPR and First Aid class..." Sam said. The demon looked up at him wordlessly. Sam took a soft breath and crouched down, examining the crossbow bolts. The teenager bit his lip softly, "They say to isolate these so they don't move, and then take them to a doctor to get removed because when they get pulled out you'll bleed more... But I can't take you to a doctor... I can't let anyone see you or they'll hurt you more." Sam whispered.

The demon youth looked up at the human, that curiosity still lingering. His breathing was increasing, his movements less sluggish. He reached up a hand with black fingernails and rested it on the teenager's hand. Sam's heart skipped a beat at that and he looked at the demon again, trembling a bit.

"Are you sure?" He asked. Despite the pain, despite the suffering, the demon gave a weak smile to Sam. Sam smiled back, blushing a little before nodding, "If you're sure. I guess it couldn't get much worse, right?" he murmured, pausing for a moment before his eyes widened, "Oh, I can get you something for the pain! Stay right here."

Sam propped the demon against the side of the tub and went to get up, but a red hand latched around his wrist. Sam looked back. The demon looked at him, his yellow and red eyes wide and pleading. Sam whimpered gently.

"You don't want me to go? You just want me to do it?" he asked. The demon weakly nodded. Sam swallowed a bit before he lowered back in the tub. He took another breath to brace himself, "Okay, but it's going to hurt bad." he said. The demon nodded again. Sam looked his ward over, trying to decide where to start. Regardless of their differences in anatomy, it did seem that the arrows through the torso were going to be harder, so he brought his hands down to the bolt that had impacted the demon's leg.

Sam got a grip on it, not on the shaft, but right beneath the head. He wrapped a wash cloth around the tip to protect himself from the edges before he applied pressure and snapped off the tip. It clattered to the tub. Sam checked the edges to make sure there were no splinters or arrant shards and then he grabbed on the other side and started pulling it back. The demon started to slip and claw at the tub basin but Sam grunted, using his knee to keep the demon steady. The shaft slipped through the wound and came out and out, dribbling black blood before it came loose. The demon went limp in the tub, Sam nearly fell backwards and he threw the weapon to the floor out of the way.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so very sorry." Sam whispered. The demon opened his yellow and red eyes half way again, looking up at the human before closing them again. Sam looked down at the wound, but to his surprise the blood wasn't leaking out copiously. The edges of the injury looked puffy, swollen even, but the hole was creeping shut. Sam's eyes widened. Perhaps the demon wouldn't be in as much danger as he thought if he could heal that quickly.

Sam moved to repeat the process, breaking off the arrow heads on the other crossbow bolts. The demon was getting weaker and winced less. It was scary to Sam, but at the same time it did make working with him easier. With great care, Sam extracted another bolt shaft, then a second, finally a third. The demon's eyes weren't opening anymore, but Sam took solace in the fact that he was still breathing.

After carelessly tossing the first one, Sam decided to drop the remaining bolts into the small garbage can by the toilet as he got them out. The last injury Sam had to check was the bullet wound in the demon's arm. He leaned in and looked at the entry wound, but it had already started healing up as well. He looked at the back of his arm as much as he could and thought there was an exit wound, but he couldn't tell for sure, and he remembered the stories of the cops at school. Sometimes leaving a bullet in was safer than removing it anyway, as far as it came to causing more damage.

The demon rested on the cold ceramic tub, feeling a great relief at no longer having to support his own weight and keep from touching the crossbow bolts. His arms were spread along the back of the tub rim, but his eyes opened a little as he heard a strange gurgling sound and felt hot water spilling out over his black wooly legs. Sam had turned on the tub spigot and got a washcloth wet enough to wipe up the demon's torso, wiping away the blood he could get to. The black liquid ran down, tingeing the water and making it darker.

After looking at Sam with some curiosity, the demon closed his eyes again, resting as he was washed. Sam made sure he got as much as he could and grabbed the arrow heads from the tub, throwing them into the garbage can as well. The water was shut off and Sam grabbed a towel, drying his ward as best as he could before nodding with some satisfaction.

"Do you feel well enough to be moved? I've gotta get you into bed so you can heal up." Sam said. The demon opened his eyes again, looking up at the human with consideration before he nodded. The red skinned youth was surprised that any human would go to so much trouble to save one of their kind. It was really shocking, but comforting at the same time. Showing the first effort to save himself since he'd fallen on the grass, the demon raised his muscled red arms upwards. Sam was a bit surprised but got his footing and reached down, scooping the demon up into his arms again.

There was a bit of grunting and a little stumbling, but soon Sam was making progress, trudging out of the bathroom and down the narrow hallway, kicking the door to his room open. He moved across a layer of unwashed laundry and made it as far as the bed until the demon was set less than ceremoniously down. Sam winced, expecting to hurt the demon, but his patient was looking around at the walls covered with posters of skateboarders and musical groups and the strange collection of tiny rectangular boxes that lined the shelves, but he opened his mouth and let out a soft yawn.

"Well... I guess you're a lot tougher than the guys I know." Sam smiled softly, "I should probably go clean up, there's a lot-" Sam stopped as he felt a hand wrap around his wrist, the demon pulling on his arm. He fell forward and the demon pulled him up onto the bed until they were stomach to stomach and groin to groin. Sam blushed a bit since the demon had no clothing, only a layer of black denim separated them. The demon looked into Sam's eyes before he leaned up for a kiss.

Sam's heart fluttered, his shaft swelled, his toes curled and uncurled. He parted his lips and let them play with the demon's, not sure what to do at first, but instinct took over and everything started to feel a lot more natural after a few moments. He began working his lips with the demon's, pressing them together, trying new things, but something changed. The demon started to inhale... but not with his lungs. There was a pressure, a draw, and then Sam's eyes rolled into the back of his head.

It felt like something was pulling at his insides, from his diaphragm up through his stomach and lungs, his throat and his brain all at the same time. An after image of his body, an echo, shuddered in the air just in front of his body as the demon drew in, siphoning off some of Sam's energy, his essence, his soul. It felt like an out of body experience, like his innocence had been sapped. His body felt more solid, more mature, less airy and waifish. His erection swelled to its fullest, then a bit more. Even Sam's eyes changed, the black becoming blacker and the brown taking on a faint reddish tinge. As soon as it started, the demon let loose his hold. Sam went limp against the demon, passing out cold. The demon wrapped his red arms and legs around the human, holding him close, smiling as his yellow eyes slipped shut.

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Somewhere at the far end of the house there was a rustle of metal, a scrape, a thump, then a hesitation. After the silence, there was a deep voice cursing.

"What the hell is this goop? SAMUEL!" The voice echoed through the house. Sam's eyes snapped open and he sprung out of bed, stumbling as everything came racing back to him. He looked at the demon curled up on his bed and moved for the door, scrambling into the living room. His steps were awkward, his pants sagging half way down his ass, his sweatshirt feeling oddly too tight.

"Sorry dad, I must have tracked something in from outside." Sam said, trying to block the hallway with his body, finding it easier than he expected. He knew the arrowheads were still in the bathroom and the tub was full of black blood. He hadn't gotten to clean any of it up yet. He had to figure out some way to buy time, some way to stall... But then what? He had to clean eventually.

"You shouldn't have been outside at all, that hellmouth opened just a few blocks from here. If they hadn't closed the roads I would have picked you up myself." His father said.

"You must be tired after all that... Can I make you some coffee? You should sit down, take a load off!" Sam offered. His father's brow lowered.

"What did you do?" he asked. Sam held up his hands.

"I didn't do anything!" he protested. His father looked at him, his eyes narrowing.

"Did you have another growth spurt? It looks like you shot up a few inches just from this morning." he said. Sam hesitated, looking confused before he looked down. Sure enough, part of his stomach was showing below his shirt and his pants had been tugged down from the lengthening of his inseam. His father started moving toward the hallway, forcing Sam to stop analyzing himself.

"Dad, you can't go back yet!" Sam said. His father all but growled.

"I don't have time for this Samuel, I've had a very long drive and I need to use the bathroom." He countered, though both men froze as the toilet flushed. Sam's heart caught in his throat as he turned, seeing the bathroom door crack and light spill out before a well tanned teenager with puffy black hair shaved into a fade emerged, his ears pierced with thick black gauge piercings. He had on a white and silver long sleeved t-shirt and a pair of cargo shorts that revealed his rather hairy legs.

"Sorry about that, it's all yours now Mister Cooper." He said with a smile. Sam's lip twitched. He wasn't sure what to say.

"Sam, you didn't tell me you were inviting company over." his father murmured.

"Well, invite is a strong word. All those sirens going off, all that danger outside? I'm lucky enough Sam invited me in where it was safe. I'm sorry for any inconvenience." The teenager said. His father smiled a bit, relieved. He hadn't seen Sam with many friends, let alone ones with such manners.

"Do your parents know you're here?" Mister Cooper asked.

"They won't have a worry about where I am. Sam always takes great care of me." The teen smiled, his hazel eyes warm and cheerful.

"Well, you can stick around for dinner if you want. It'll be a bit late since I just got back, but I'll whip up something good. I didn't catch your name though." Mister Cooper said. Sam was so shocked by the entire exchange that he was just staring at this relative stranger standing in his home, looking human but bearing the exact same bone structure as the demon.

"Oh, of course! I'm Tommy." He said, offering a hand. Mister Cooper gave it a shake.

"Dinner will be ready around eight. In the mean time, make yourselves comfortable." He said. Sam nodded, moving over, taking the demon's hand.

"Yeah, that's great dad! We'll get out of your hair... We'll just be out back for a while, cooling off." Sam said, pulling the teenager. Tommy waved to Sam's father before they skidded across the kitchen linoleum and out the back door. Sam slid the sliding glass door shut behind them before yanking his guest across the lawn, down a slight slope and to the corner of the yard where a large willow tree stood.

"What was that? What is this? What's going on?" Sam whispered.

"Well, that was you saving my life. This is a useful hex I didn't have the strength for before, and... I guess we're having dinner in a while? When is eight?" he asked. Sam's jaw dropped a bit as he was flummoxed.

"What were you doing in the bathroom?" Sam asked. Tommy reached into his pocket and pulled out the arrowheads.

"I guess you didn't want your dad to see these?" Tommy replied. Sam shook his head.

"No, because if he knew you were a demon, he'd have to turn you in!" Sam said.

"Then I used the hex at just the right time." Tommy replied, looking at Sam, grinning, "You look nice taller." Sam blushed.

"And about that... When we went into my room, my clothes fit." Sam said.

"Sorry about that, it's a byproduct I guess." Tommy shrugged.

"A byproduct... of WHAT?!" Sam asked. Tommy put an arm behind his head, rubbing his shoulders.

"Of feeding on your soul." Tommy replied. Sam went as white as a sheet. Tommy looked at him squarely, "It's not like those old stories... It's like eating part of a plant, the plant keeps living, it can regrow."

"But I did grow, taller!" Sam said. Tommy grinned.

"And you're a handsome beanpole. I like it." he said, licking his lips. Sam blushed.

"That's not the point." He replied. Tommy reached out, cupping Sam's balls in his hand.

"And what is the point?" he asked. Sam moaned softly, getting hard again.

"I... I don't remember." he whispered. Tommy leaned in, his lips brushing against Sam's.

"The problem is that you committed a crime, a crime of compassion. You saved my life, and because I found that incredibly romantic, I fell in love with you... I can't go back to my realm, so I might as well get comfortable in yours." Tommy replied. Sam stared at him in shock for a long moment before summoning enough energy to speak.

"You fell in love... with... me?" He asked. One of Tommy's black eyebrows arched.

"Of course I did... You carried me in, you pulled arrows out of me." Tommy replied.

"But that's just the Nightingale effect." Sam murmured. Tommy reached up and lowered Sam's hood and ran his fingers through the human's brown hair, massaging his scalp, seeing all the different ways the hair fell across his face. Sam's eyes instinctively closed and Tommy stepped forward until they were groin to groin and could feel each other's erections.

"I've tasted your soul. I know how sweet... and how savory it is. You are an amazing person, and I am in love with you." Tommy replied, reaching down to unzip Sam's pants and then his own shorts, letting his oddly canine phallus emerge from his fly, sliding it into Sam's, holding their waists together. Sam shuddered, drooling a bit. Sam held their bodies together for a moment, grinning as Sam shuddered and a hot wetness blossomed between them. He put his head against Sam's, letting both of their eyes shut as they shared that intimate moment.

---

The sound of silverware clinking against dinner plates echoed through the dining room, some fast and some slow. Mister Cooper looked across the table at Tommy. While Sam had eaten about half his food, Tommy had barely dug into his.

"I apologize if it isn't up to snuff, I'm still trying to learn how to broaden my seasonings." The father offered. Tommy looked up with a soft smile.

"Oh, no, it's delicious. I just had a really big meal earlier and its hard to make room." Tommy chuckled. Sam blanched a bit at that, realizing that he had been the meal.

"Well, if you want there are some Rubbermaid containers under the microwave for left-overs." Mister Cooper replied, seeming satisfied that his meal wasn't in question.

"That sounds great... Thank you so much mister Cooper." Tommy smiled, showing off his oddly sharp canine teeth.

"Oh, no need to be so formal. You can call me Dean." Sam's Father said, turning to his son, "So, Sam, you never told me about your friend." Sam blushed a bit at that.

"I don't tell you about all my friends, dad..." Sam murmured.

"Well, it's good to hear about any of them. Tommy, how did you meet?" Dean asked.

"Actually it's a pretty interesting story; your son is a bit of a hero." Tommy said. Sam's eyes went even wider. Tommy reached under the table to rub his leg and try to calm him down, "I was beat up by some bullies at school... I wasn't in that great of shape. Sam found me and got me some first aid and made sure I was safe." he said. Sam's look of shock melted a little.

"Really? Sam, that's... that's great. This world has gotten so tough and so sharp that those little moments of compassion can really make a difference." Dean said.

"It means a lot to me. Your son is truly a great person." Tommy said, looking at Sam with doe eyes. Dean looked at Tommy and then Sam and then sighed a little wistfully.

"Oh son, you're in for it now." Dean chuckled, standing up, "I'll take care of the dishes if you two want to... hang out." he said. Sam's jaw dropped so fast it nearly hit the table.

"Wh... What? Dad, what do you mean?" Sam asked. Tommy sprung to his feet and took Sam's hand, yanking him up.

"Thank you Mister Cooper, I mean Dean!" Tommy exclaimed, tugging Sam down the hall and pushing him into his room. Sam sputtered, blinking fast.

"What was that? What does... Oh my god, did my dad just?" Sam muttered. Tommy pushed Sam onto the bed and jumped onto him, straddling him until they were groin to groin.

"He remembers young love too, and there's no risk of having babies if we're both boys, right?" Tommy asked, leaning down. He brushed his lips against Sam's and started to kiss him. Sam tried to ask more questions, but the fight drained out of him as he started to hump up against his demon... His demon? When did he start thinking of him that way? Sam shivered as Tommy's hand slid up his stomach and found his nipple, starting to twist and tug and pinch at it.

The pale color drained away from Tommy's arm, then his chest and face until his horns reappeared, his legs covered with fur, his eyes a brilliant yellow. Tommy kissed Sam and began to draw in again, the after image of Sam stretching up out of his body. Tommy inhaled, drawing in the energy. Sam shuddered, his cock going rock hard. He felt all the instances in his life where he was naughty, where he gave into impulse, where he indulged his lusty sides... but he also felt the times he was heroic, when he was valiant. Tommy broke the kiss and panted, moaning.

"Fuck, you taste so good." Tommy moaned, "I need to fuck you so bad."

"What? We can't, my dad's doing dishes..." Sam panted, still humping his demon boyfriend. Tommy smirked and snapped his clawed fingers. An intricate red symbol appeared over the door before spreading across the walls.

"There, now he won't hear us." Tommy said, kneeling up, grabbing Sam before flipping him over. He grabbed a hold of Sam's pants and tore at it, splitting out the fabric, revealing his pert, muscled ass. Tommy reached down and grabbed his red, pepper shaped canine dick and began rubbing it across Sam's ass cheeks before he closed his eyes and let out a thick, syrupy load of yellowed demonic semen. It ran down the crease of his ass, tingling and warm. With that much lube, he tipped his hips forward and brought the pointed, tapered tip to the human's pucker and began to push in.

There was resistance at first, both from the flesh and the human, but as the pucker opened up and the shaft pushed in, Sam let out a long, deep moan. Tommy bit his lip and then thrust, pushing in inch after inch of demonic dick. He bore down, sliding into Sam before he ground, rotating his hips, making little circles. Sam dug into his mattress with his fingers, biting his pillow, trying to muffle his moan. Tommy grinned and pulled back before he thrust again, sliding in deep and fast. Sam grunted at that.

Tommy grinned wider as he started to draw back and forth, building up his thrusts, picking up speed and depth. Sam panted and moaned, humping into his bed as he was fucked. He was vaguely aware of the clawed hands on his shoulders and the fuzzy legs on either side of his own, but as he thrust his ass up to meet that beautiful, amazing cock, he was surprised to feel that his lover was getting heavier and heavier against him. Sam moaned hard and tipped his head back to look at his demon lover... only to see a muzzle.

Sam's eyes went wide as he looked up, seeing a furry black and red muzzle of a horned dog. His chest was impossibly furry, and the paws on his shoulders were gigantic. Sam half moaned and half screamed as he felt the cock growing bigger inside him, stretching longer and wider, bloating out, elongating. The hellhound drooled thick globs of saliva onto Sam as he fucked the human, digging his claws in, his paws getting even larger.

The fucking was amazing, and the forbidden heat of being fucked by a demon dog? There was something about that that made Sam feel hornier than ever. His ass quivered against the intrusion, pulsating and throbbing, almost like it was trying to milk the shaft inside of him. As his ass clamped down, the canine cock seemed to grow larger – in a very particular way. The base expanded, swelling wider, bulging outward until the cock was firmly lodged in Sam. The human wanted to be shocked, he wanted to be afraid, but all he was was horny... and then a brilliant heat washed over his body, blossoming from inside his stomach. He wasn't sure what it was at first until his stomach started to feel so full, so over full. His belly started to round and distend, stretching and growing and growing. The demon dog had cum...

Sam let out a long, rising moan as he felt his body stretch around the load. It filled his stomach, his intestines, his very essence. It felt like it had nowhere else to go, until it found other channels, filling his being. Sam's cock was so hard it hurt, and then... his balls were too. His sack grew tight, his human balls starting to expand. They grew bigger, rounder, heavier. They stretched out in the sack and then the sack grew to accommodate them. They were so plump and firm and full, so impossibly full... until the release came.

Like a cork being popped, that massive collection of fluid started to move. Sam could feel it funnel and shift, coursing through his balls, up his shaft and then into his sheets. A huge, heavy squirt, then a heavier one, and then an unending stream. Sam let out a scream that would have rattled the windows if the soundproofing hadn't been applied. It sprayed up his bloated stomach, his chest, his pillows and hit his face. The last of his pearly human seed was sprayed out until thicker, hotter, stickier demon seed erupted from his shaft... but connected to demonic balls, his cock started to change as well.

What had been a modest six inches before was stretching longer and longer, reaching to eight inches, then ten, then twelve. The mushroom shaped head began to engorge, tapering, coming to a point. His pulsing, cum spewing urethra widened, letting out even more cum at a time as it came to a canine point. Sam opened his mouth and caught some of his excessive cum in his mouth, moaning as it blossomed in salty, musky flavors. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he passed out, going limp in a pool of his own seed, mounted by a huge, heavy, very happy hell hound.

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Ache... Pleasurable ache? Sam's head was heavy, his mind groggy. He shifted slightly in bed, realizing he had passed out again. As he swam back to consciousness, Sam realized certain things weren't adding up right. His feet had nothing under them, they were sticking out past the end of his bed but his head was against the headboard. His face was covered in more hair than it should have, and his cock was... warm, wet, and in something. Sam sat upright and looked down, seeing Tommy curled up on his legs, his mouth around Sam's shaft - asleep.

"Tommy..." Sam whispered. Tommy didn't move other than to gently suck the cock in his mouth. Sam moaned, getting hard again, "Tommy, wake up!" Sam said, leaning forward until a cascade of brownish black hair fell across his face. Sam reached up and ran his fingers through it, brushing it back, his eyes wide. His hair had been shaggy before, but it'd never been long. Tommy moaned happily, stretching and yawning, letting Sam's newly minted red canine cock pop out of his mouth.

"Good morning lover." Tommy murmured.

"Oh my god, my cock..." Sam whispered. Tommy grinned.

"I know, it's perfect, isn't it?" Tommy asked.

"I..." Sam hesitated before he blushed, "It really is, isn't it?" he whispered. Tommy grinned and sprung up to his feet.

"So, I have to learn about school today?" He asked. Sam blinked more.

"Oh shit..." He whispered, climbing out of bed, smacking his heels into the floor. He winced and cursed again, standing upright, rising well higher than he should have, "What the fuck?!" Sam cursed. Tommy held a clawed finger to his lips.

"Shhh, I haven't re-done the noise canceling hex." Tommy grinned.

"I'm too big!" Sam whispered. Tommy shook his head.

"Nuh-uh, if you ask me you could still stand to put on a few pounds. You're my big, strong, amazing boyfriend hero." Tommy said, moving up to press their cocks together and start humping. Sam's fear melted again as he started humping back, moaning. Tommy reached up, trailing claws through Sam's long hair, pulling it back and weaving a strand of metal around to tie it into a ponytail. He leaned up and licked at Sam's chin, slurping with a rough cat like tongue until tiny black hairs pushed out from the skin, forming a patch of stubble on the tip.

"Tommy... I love this, I love this so much, but... if I take you to school, you can't change me... in front of people. They'll... oh god-" Sam moaned as he started to cum again, his red cock suddenly unleashing a huge torrent of thick demon seed. Tommy yelped and dropped do his furry knees, opening wide, collecting it in his mouth. He slurped and gulped at it, panting, his long demon tail wrapping around Sam’s leg. Seeing him like that only made Sam cum harder, spraying his seed for almost a minute before it tapered off.

"Best part of waking up." Tommy murmured, licking his lips clean.

"I don't know how we're going to pull this off..." Sam panted.

"We're going to pull it off with style, my love." Tommy said with a grin, petting Sam's cheek, gazing into his eyes.

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The doors to the school swung open, the morning light spilling in in a sharp arc, illuminating Sam and Tommy as they walked in. Sam stood above the crowd now at six foot two, his long brownish black hair in a loose ponytail, the scruff of black on his chin. He had on a red and black leather jacket and a tight t-shirt that showed off his belly button. He'd managed to find baggy pants to try and hide how huge his balls had gotten, but they were barely concealing anything.

Eyes also drifted to Tommy, looking at the new boy with the fringe of black hair and the shaved sides, his lithe body and his color blocked silver and white outfit. Even more glances were cast as people noticed the new kid's hand on Sam's hip as they walked. There were murmurs of awe, of surprise at the new boyfriend Sam had landed.

There was something almost infectious about the attention. Sam had gone from a nobody to someone everyone was looking at, and he liked it. He grabbed Tommy and pushed him against the lockers before leaning down to give him a long, sloppy kiss. Tommy grinned, returning the affection, smiling happily. He loved to see his human so happy, so prideful, so glad to be with him. The human world was going to be amazing.

---

"Fuck, I hate math!" Tommy groaned, throwing his head back as he held his textbook to his stomach, "This is worse than hell." he whimpered.

"No one likes math, it'll be okay." Sam said, rubbing Tommy's shoulders as they headed down the steps into the cafeteria.

"Why can't we just stay at home and have fun?" Tommy asked.

"Because all young people are required to attend school, and if we didn't we'd get in trouble." Sam replied, moving to sit at one of the tables. Rather than taking a chair himself, Tommy sat down in Sam's lap and turned to straddle him. Tommy blushed and moaned softly.

"I guess you have a point." he said, starting to hump his boyfriend. Sam looked around nervously.

"We can't fool around here, we'll get in huge trouble!" Sam whispered. Tommy considered for a moment before he started muttering under his breath. Red crystals started to build around them into a lattice before flashing bright red and then fading. Sam's eyebrow arched at that.

"What did you do, what hex was that?" Sam asked. Tommy grinned.

"Now we can have sex right here and no one will notice us." Tommy said.

"In public?" Sam asked, "I don't know if-" he trailed off, realizing that his cock was rock hard again, but more than that his asshole was already starting to relax, preparing for the thing it craved most. Sam blushed even more, "I guess I can after all." he murmured. Tommy grinned at that and slid off of his boyfriend, letting his guise fall. His clothes disappeared, replaced by his naked, furry, tattooed body. He snapped his fingers and Sam's clothes disappeared too, though Sam was distracted by another change. His formerly smooth chest now had a downy coating of black fuzz that ran down his stomach and stretched out into his bush and much hairier legs.

"Oh, what a nice surprise!" Tommy said. Sam tilted his head.

"You didn't do this?" Sam asked. Tommy shrugged.

"Well, not directly, I mean, all those hormones of my big boyfriend have to do something, right?" He asked with a grin. Sam smirked softly and stretched before he bent over a table, exposing his fuzzy, muscled ass. Tommy squealed with delight and ran before he pounced, landing on his boyfriend, taking only one attempt to line up before spearing into him.

In moments the demon was frantically thrusting against Sam's ass, clinging onto the bigger boy, pummeling his rear with that demonic shaft. Sam hated to admit it, but he loved to have Tommy riding him. Being a huge bottom to a smaller top was a weird turn on, and he loved it so much. He moaned and bucked, panting, groaning, his nipples so hard and his cock practically on fire before it started letting out jet after jet of yellowed demon spooge.

While the hex had worked to mask their sight and sounds, they were having sex in the middle of a cafeteria. The scent of sex was wafting through the air, smelling manly and virile, salty and musky, spicy and woody. The other teenagers were starting to adjust themselves, taking on different positions, rearranging their packages. Tommy looked around with his yellowed eyes, impressed by the impact they were having, but right now he just wanted to have the best impact on his lover.

"Look at it Sam, you're the biggest man here... with the hottest boyfriend, getting fucked in front of everyone." Tommy whispered into Sam's ear, licking it as it stretched ever so slightly into a point. He leaned over to the other side to do the same, "The biggest man with the hottest boyfriend." he repeated, licking his other ear. Sam threw his head back and howled, letting out an even heavier load of cum just as Tommy moaned, cumming into him again and again, the two bound in blessed heat.

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The warm day had given into a quiet night, the stars sparkling against a veil of violet. Sam laid on the grass next to Tommy, gazing up at the stars. His hand rested on Tommy's groin, fondling and massaging his package. Tommy was moaning, back arched, his hooves digging into the grass and the dirt.

"I've never had so many people talk to me before." Sam said softly, "Congratulating me, complimenting me..."

"And you liked it?" Tommy asked hopefully.

"Well, yeah, but... I guess I also felt guilty. I don't really deserve any of the credit. You made me popular." Sam said. Tommy slowly sat up.

"No... I brought out the you that was in there." Tommy smiled, "You are a hero, a lover, a good son for the most part." he smirked.

"But you could turn me into anything, right?" he asked. Tommy grinned and shook his head before reaching up to rub at the scruff on Sam's chin.

"No, I could only enhance what you were already meant to be." Tommy said, "Besides, those people talked to you because you had confidence. You knew you wee big and strong and you had a boyfriend. You had nothing to prove, you didn't owe them anything, and they respected that."

"Everyone was just so cool with... me having a boyfriend." Sam said.

"Well, I can't take credit for that either. Your kind may be hunting demons left and right, but it looks like they're getting tired of hunting their own." Tommy said. Sam smiled softly at that.

"Well good, because I want to do all sorts of unsavory things to you." Sam grinned. Tommy moaned at that.

"I can't wait to see you try." he chuckled happily, sliding over to lean back against Sam's chest. Sam wrapped his muscled arms around his boyfriend and held him. Looking up at the stars, Sam realized how lucky he was. A hell mouth had opened, but it let out an angel for him - someone that changed his life for the better, set him on a happier path. If his crime was compassion, his punishment had been equally suited to fit. It wouldn't be an easy life, but Sam knew he'd protect Tommy as much as he could. He'd strive to bring him joy, safety, and a meaningful life. Their future was going to be very bright.