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/Aphotic/

For some reason, as he passed the crossroads, he felt as if something was missing.

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The feeling within was not lost. It resonated in the far corners of his mind.

Surrounding.

Engulfing.

The usual quiet of his cognizance was disrupted with thoughts of Eulythies often, or as frequently as the other's presence was indiscernible.

Jirot blinked his tired eyes against the light peeking between the blinds. He'd fallen asleep on the couch instead of his bed once again, and the pictures he'd left strewn across the coffee table were illuminated by the afternoon sunlight. He sat up slowly, sighing deeply as he accounted for everything in the living room, bones popping from the irregular place of sleeping. He turned back to the photos on the table with another grunt, tossing the blanket twisted around his legs into a pile on the other end of the couch.

It had been days since he'd last focused on the anomaly of the cabin in the woods. He'd resumed his immersion in other photography and new creative opportunities had met him on that path, the majority of the jobs had paid quite well. He gazed at the tv across from him, a B-movie playing on the from the evening previous, and now blaring a channel that rambled on incessantly with commercials. He clicked the television off, and the digital clock on the wall caught his eye. It blinked at him uselessly, and he wondered when the power had gone out to reset it. Inwardly, he didn't care what time was on the clock. The outside world was revealing it well enough through the window, as bird harmonies gently sounded, and the rowing of his neighbors resonated loudly in a room nearby.

He reached forward and shuffled the assortment of images on the table into a neat pile, tapping them into alignment as he stared at the first photo.

First photo. A texture shot. Fallen branches and dead leaves.

Second photo. A wide angle. An empty, open clearing, with a distant treeline.

The following photos? More scenery. But visibly there was nothing of noteworthy significance. At least, not to his eyes.

He tapped the power button on his laptop and checked the weather and news forecasts for the area. His brain compiled the data and he rose to his feet, sighing as he adjusted the elastic of his pants and ambled towards the bathroom.

The vintage radio in his kitchen blared to life as he washed his hands, startling him greatly. He rubbed his hands on a towel and stepped outside the bathroom, eyeing the machine with guarded suspicion. It crackled inaudible tunes, as he stared at the cord that wasn't plugged into the wall. He walked over to it after a few more moments and plugged it into the wall to see what would happen. An actual station garbled to life and commercials about nothing of actual substance greeted him again. He turned it off in a snap.

There were better things to do. Like make breakfast.

He went about his day normally, choosing to clean up around the apartment since he'd been neglecting the task for several days while he'd been working. He took a break for lunch and left the radio playing over bluetooth from his phone, while he finished the last of his chores. He tucked the final clean shirt into his dresser and slid the drawer closed with a sigh of finality. The cleanliness of the apartment was certainly mood-boosting, but it took him until early evening every time. He prepared dinner before he sat down, and turned on an old movie from 1957 to watch while he ate. It wasn't particularly engrossing, but he intended to see it through and paused it to take care of his dishes before the movie was over.

When he returned to the couch and dropped back into the cushions, an nearly invisible shadow circled around his shoulders before he could reach the remote, and a hiss of cold breath on his neck alerted him to the presence of his significant other. He didn't speak, an exchange of unmet words nearly unnecessary. Jirot only sighed and closed his eyes, leaning back into the shadows that were now surrounding him. A limb of darkness trailed down his arm and entwined around his fingers, and lips brushed against his ear and along his jawline. He muttered the shadow's name quietly and it halted close to his lips. He watched the abyssal creature slowly, a smirk dwindled on his face as the expressionless creature moved in to finish the kiss. He reached up and caught the creature's chin, their mouths barely pressed together.

“Are we going to be interrupted again?" Jirot asked sincerely.

Eulythies lingered for a moment, unreadable, then his chin shifted left and right after a moment of deliberation. Jirot curled his hand around the back of the creature's neck and pulled it forward, slow kisses exchanged between them as inky tendrils massaged over Jirot's body, wrapping around his waist, and tracing up the curve of his spine. Jirot reached around the shadow, grabbing where he presumed clothing to be and pulling it away from him, then shoving the creature against the back of the couch. He crawled onto its lap, and the shadow's body shifted and its dark limbs whirled about them, welcoming and accommodating his position. Jirot groaned when the obscure tendrils slipped under his waistband, teasing his cockhead as Eulythies watched with nary a movement in any other part of his form.

“Use your hands." Jirot snarled, as the darkness around him trembled at the order. He clutched the back of the sofa as Eulythies' hands crept up his legs, then abdomen, chest, neck, settling on his face for a moment, and running through his hair. Jirot's body flowed with the touch as the black tendrils at his waist freed his stiffened cock. He hissed a breath through his teeth as they wrapped around it, jerking him off with gratifying skill.

Fingers lingered against his cheek and Jirot turned his head slightly to bite one, his fingers tracing against Eulythies' lips in goading. He felt the creature's fangs close gently on one of his fingers, then a cold heave of breath and a wet tongue against it.

He was determining more and more about the form of this creature with every meeting.

His eyes flickered at the sensations enveloping his body, until the shadows on his cock stopped moving, a question rising apparent on his face. Jirot started to speak, but Eulythies gripped his waist and pushed him back onto the couch, and held his legs apart, kneeling between them before any protest left the boy's mouth. The shadow's head dipped onto Jirot's cock, engulfing it in the blackness of his being, and teasing it with the chill of his otherworldly tongue.

Jirot's abdominal muscles tightened and his neck tensed as he clenched his teeth against on the onslaught of ministrations and pleasurable investments of mouth and tendrils. His hands gripped tightly to the couch as he tilted his head back in ecstasy, and let himself be manipulated by the abyss swallowing him. This urged Eulythies faster, the shadows around him shuddering in carnal joy, as the heat between Jirot's thighs was lured out with absolute dedication. Eulythies didn't flinch when Jirot's hips jolted in its grip, and the boy's release was one of silent exhilaration.

“Yes, how I've missed you." Jirot huffed out the sentence, heaving a breath along with it. His hips twitched when Eulythies' leaned back in acknowledgement, cold tongue licking up the last of the human's climax.

Jirot suspected that words could still work as some form of provocation, and he was pleasantly correct when the shadow leaned up to his face and crept onto his lap. He was surprised when he felt a rise in his nethers, despite just finishing.

His heart skipped a beat. “You can do that too, hm?" He felt a little in over his head.

Shadows underneath Eulythies' form adjusted Jirot's cock, and he sucked in a breath as he gazed at the beast before him, and the creature curved into his shoulder and lowered its hips; Jirot's cock plunging deep inside its body, and rode him at a rhythmic pace. The boy's teeth clenched as he felt his lower body almost melding into the creature's shifting form. Jirot hooked an arm over Eulythies' shoulder, and gripped its back tightly as he was unfurled by the dark creature, spirals of darkness wound around them both until the pace between them grew ragged and wild. Jirot clutched at the shadow's thighs, his thrusts unpredictable, nearing completion. Eulythies knew this well, clenching its body around the cock driven by lust, and Jirot moaned as they darkness sucked in every pulse of cum he gave. He felt himself being pumped dry as Eulythies hands brought its cock to Jirot's stomach as it finished. Jirot stroked his hand down the creature's member as the last vestiges of orgasm ebbed. He let his head fall against the back of the couch and arm lax as he groused quietly about feeling exhausted.

Eulythies rose from Jirot's body, and traced its fingertips up the human's torso, stroking across his chest, and up to the boy's lolling head. Jirot looked back up at the beast with eyes mildly glazed. Eyes drifting away from it in distraction, and in a slight judgemental stare at the pulsing branches of shadows that had extended around his apartment. Eulythies' hands massaged Jirot's shoulders and he flicked his gaze back to the creature as it lifted itself from his lap and stood in front of him inexpressively. A human-like shape of darkness, and a black aura swirling about it that never really left.

Jirot stood up after an allowed bit of shameless ogling, and fixed his rumpled attire, though he removed his shirt to take care of Eulythies' gift across his stomach. He rose to his feet, a little below the creature's height, but stood tiptoe for a moment so their noses brushed. There was hardly a reaction from the shade, but Jirot directed his gaze to the photos on the table, and the shadow's movement followed.

The room hummed with the beast's flicker of curiosity. Jirot wagered the possibility of information he might be able to gain about this creature, if it was able to explain something through the images he'd captured. He side-eyed the dark silhouette as he walked over to the other end of the coffee table, and was pleased when it followed suit. Jirot took mental note of the fact that this was the longest it had maintained it's form in his presence. He turned the stack of photos over as Eulythies' neared and raised them to the creature's line of sight. It didn't react until he laid out the second picture. It recoiled completely, the tendrils lining the walls twitching in repulsion, and drawing sharply back into Eulythies, until Jirot flipped the photo over. The shudder in his gut and the rise of fright up his spine told him not to look at it again.

He stood and quickly navigated to the paper shredder he had by his desk, hacking the image to pieces both ways in the machine. Eulythies' appeared to calm down, but only once the shreds were out of sight. Jirot stared at the bin, his desire to know what was there simmering until a shifting noise behind him alerted him of Eulythies' close proximity. Shadowy arms encircled his waist in a protective gesture that surprised Jirot a little, and he sighed, resting a hand against a dark arm as the shadow nuzzled against his neck. The black limbs slowly dissipated as the shadow faded back to its own realm of existence, and Jirot retained nothing but the lingering sense of the other. He clenched his fist, and closed his eyes resolutely.

Words are meaningless when anything can be easily misconstrued, and it seemed a clear path was now set before him. If he truly desired to know more, there was no way other way to go about it. He would have go to the field that had been locked in the photo and now, locked in his memory.