From the living room came the faint sound of canned laughter. Sitcom reruns were playing for no one. Kyle had been trying to relax after a long week, sipping a beer while staring mindlessly at the TV. Sleep had been about to overtake him when Ryka had decided that ten-thirty was much too early a bedtime. Bleary-eyed, Kyle had watched a hand he could no longer feel set down his drink before unbuttoning his pants.

“The bed’s more comfortable,” he had offered, suddenly far from exhausted. Ten-thirty was definitely too early, especially on a Friday night. Leaving the drink and sitcom behind, Kyle had hustled to the bedroom.

That had been almost an hour earlier. Sleep was now the furthest thing from Kyle’s mind. Actually, most thoughts were well out of reach. The only thing he could focus on was how frustratingly close he was to orgasm, and how badly Ryka was teasing him.

There had been no hesitation on his part getting into his current position. Ass up, and both arms under Ryka’s control. One was aiding his pillows in keeping his head and chest propped up a bit, and the other was … doing nothing. Much to Kyle’s dismay.

It had been busy earlier, that other hand. Ryka had stroked him until he was hovering on edge of climax, then finger-fucked him until he’d begged for something bigger. Ryka was eager to share the toys Kyle had purchased for him. Tonight’s choice: a textured dildo that pulsed and vibrated, and was Kyle’s favorite for doing the former on his prostate.

Decision made, Kyle had gotten comfortable, sighing and moaning as he’d been filled up. Ryka had pushed it in slowly, letting Kyle feel every inch. Comparable in size to their cock - to Ryka’s - Kyle had blissfully sighed out the demon’s name as he’d stretched around the toy.

They could have suctioned it to the headboard, let Kyle move on his own. But that ruined the fantasy that Ryka was behind him, plunging into him. So, foolishly, he now thought, he’d asked Ryka to fuck him with the toy. Ryka had gladly done so, pulling the dildo most of the way out before sinking it quickly back in.

Kyle had moved his hips with the first few thrusts, the head of his cock bouncing against his stomach, leaving sticky strands of precum behind. And just before the toy had hit that sweet spot, Ryka had decided to be mean. Refusing to continue moving the dildo. Refusing to touch him. Or to give any control back to his host.

“Please,” Kyle groaned.

Are you going to cry?

Kyle felt heat spreading behind his eyes, and squeezed them shut. He didn’t want to give Ryka the pleasure, not when he wasn’t getting any in return. “Not if you just let me finish.” His voice was shaking, and there was no way to hide it.

What if I say ‘no?’

“Please.” One small tear rolled down the side of his face.

Shit. Stud, you are too much. I really wish I could fuck you right now.

“I hate you. Ry, please. It hurts.”

You don’t hate me. And you like it.

He briefly heard more laughter from the television, and had a moment in which to wonder what was so damned funny. And then the vibrator turned on. With his teeth clenched, he could feel it rattling him all the way to his skull, though the sensation was much fainter up there.

Sighing, he shifted on the bed, dropping his hips so he could rut against the mattress. The friction felt good, even if it wasn’t exactly what he was aching for. That, he seemed unlikely to get. The vibrator was so close to where he needed it to be. So close. And then it turned off. “Ryka, move it. Please.”

Ass back up.

Assuming this was bargaining, Kyle lifted his hips back up. He’d been close to release, grinding his cock down into the bedding. But he obeyed, hopeful. “Now?”

Cry again and I’ll think about it. This had been going on for thirty minutes. Kyle begging, to no avail. Ryka taunting him in return.

“I mean it, Ryka.”

Ooh, now you’re getting angry. I hope you hurt me when it’s my turn.

“I’m going to try,” Kyle promised. “Please, I want to cum. Put that damn thing in all the way and actually touch me.” There wasn’t an immediate response, and feeling his situation getting even worse, Kyle finally snapped. “You fucking worthless demon. So help me, I’ll -”

You’ll what?

“Cancel cable.”

Threats now? I like it. But you can do better than that.

Maybe if he hadn’t been so focused on how painfully hard he was, he could have. As things stood, he hissed out a frustrated, “I will dump out every last bottle of booze in this house.”

The fuck you will. Too real, then. Try again.

“I’ll call a priest. Have them bless the whole damn water supply and burn you out with holy bathwater.”

Ryka rumbled out a deep laugh, and Kyle felt it in his chest and throat. That’s better. How about a reward?

What Kyle hoped for and what he received were two very different things. When Ryka’s free hand caressed up the inside of his thigh before cupping his balls, he was confident he was about to get what he wanted. But Ryka wasn’t that nice. Instead, the hand closed tightly around the base of his cock.

“You’re a bastard.”

I’m worse than that.

“At least you know it.”

With his own low growl, Kyle opened his eyes and turned his head so he could see his reflection in the mirror. He was panting, hair falling into his face. He tried for a menacing scowl, but with his eyes glazed over as they were, he didn’t quite manage it.

Something else to say?

“I order you to let me cum. Now, Ryka!”

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He practically choked when the vibrator was inserted the rest of the way, buzzing and pulsing at its highest setting, and right on his prostate. It had happened so fast, he’d hardly had time to register Ryka’s hand leaving his dick. But he certainly noticed its return, closing around his cock so he could fuck into it, something he did with great enthusiasm. And no shortage of moaning. Hearing how loudly he was calling out, Kyle bit his lip hard enough to draw blood and tried to listen for more sitcom laughter. His focus on this new task was extremely short-lived. After all Ryka’s teasing, Kyle climaxed quickly.

“Don’t stop, Ry,” he ordered, trying to sound stern and achieving delighted breathlessness.

I won’t.

Now obedient, Ryka kept it up until Kyle shuddered through a dry orgasm minutes later. And only when Kyle slumped over and curled up on his side did Ryka finally cease his attentions. Hands now back under his control, Kyle covered his face. “I can’t feel my legs.”

Good. Now let’s see if I can end up in even worse shape than you.

“Yeah. Just let me get this thing out and -”

Not necessary.

Kyle desperately wanted to argue that removing the vibrator was entirely necessary, but Ryka wasn’t in the mood to let him have his way. It started humming again, but Kyle could only feel it for a moment before he was a mere passenger in their body.

“Ooh, that was a good idea,” Ryka purred, pushing himself to kneeling and sitting back on his heels. This forced the toy even deeper, and his eyelids fluttered closed. “Very good idea.”

Want some help? Kyle offered. Though it seemed Ryka was impatient, already stroking himself.

“So you can fuck with me like I did with you?” Kyle couldn’t deny that being his hope. “Maybe later. This one’s gonna be quick.”

Only five minutes later, Ryka was enjoying a cigarette break, watching himself in the mirror so Kyle could enjoy the view. Still hard, reclined on his side with one knee up, he was idly touching himself, pads of his fingers running up and down the length of his cock. That must be some kind of record for you.

“Shut up.” He stretched for the ashtray, depositing the filter there before resettling himself. “Teasing you was just too much fun. And this thing’s not too bad, either,” he continued, using his tail to flick the toy off the bed. It landed on the carpet with a jarring “thud.” “You could kill somebody with that thing. I bet you could still go bigger, though”

How about we leave it at that for now? And you’re done with it already?

“Yeah. I think I just want some help this time.”

Sure.

“Not from you.”

Excuse me? Who the f- Kyle’s tirade was cut short when Ryka glanced away from the mirror and toward the wall at the foot of the bed. The shadow was there, watching its host with a rather lascivious smile. How long has he been watching?

“Since we got in here.”

Kyle felt he couldn’t be blamed for not noticing. He’d had other concerns. But it made him wonder. Is this the first time?

“No. He gets bored, too, you know. He doesn’t do this often, so don’t freak out.” Ryka sat and turned to face the wall completely. “You want to just keep watching, or do you want to help? You can’t hurt us like this.”

Kyle knew that for anyone else, himself included, the portal’s touch was numbing at the least, and excruciatingly painful at the worst. Even other demons avoided its grasp. But his host was immune to that. Which wasn’t to say there was no effect if the shadow touched him.

“Come on. I’ll let you. As long as Master agrees. So whaddya say? Please?” This with an imploring glance back at the mirror.

Well, I mean …

“This isn’t cheating, stud. I’m his host, and you’re mine. It’s more like a three-way. And now it’ll be your turn to watch. So, want a show?”

There was no argument Kyle could make at this point, and once the shadow started moving, he was too fascinated to even try. One inky hand slid across the floor and up the side of the bed before appearing on the crumpled bedspread. And it only hesitated a moment before starting up Ryka’s right leg. Sighing, Ryka leaned forward, and when he straightened back up, the hand went with him, now covering half his chest in shadow. The second hand quickly followed suit.

“I didn’t forget you, stud,” Ryka gasped, directing his gaze back toward the mirror. “Is it better teasing me yourself, or watching someone else do it?” If he tried to say anything else, his words were lost in moans as the shadow continued to tease Ryka’s chest, long fingers flitting over his nipples. One hand moved up to his face, and Ryka leaned into it, purring.

Keep your eyes open, Ryka.

“Yes, Master.” He pivoted back toward the mirror, ensuring his host got a good view. “And now you can touch me front and back. So, how about it?”

The shadow shook its head, eyes narrowed. Its hands didn’t stray, and even covered in gloom, it was easy enough for Kyle to watch Ryka’s nipples becoming more and more erect. And swollen. The shadow wasn’t playing nice, either, and Ryka was hissing out sharp breaths through clenched teeth with every pinch and twist.

“Come on. They’re hard already, and so is this.” He attempted to reach down between his legs, and was promptly growled at. Laughing, he held his hands up in surrender. “Are you getting revenge for Kyle?” A quick nod. “He likes you, stud.”

I owe him one. Whatever he wants in the house, he can have.

“Hear that? Lucky you.” The shadow’s deep laugh followed, and it smiled proudly before refocusing on Ryka. Satisfied with the work it had just done, it turned its attention higher, crowning Ryka’s head in darkness with one hand, collaring his throat with the other.

If not for the sheer volume of precum leaking from the tip of Ryka’s cock, Kyle would have been worried when, a moment later, Ryka’s head was yanked back and he let out a surprised yelp. A raspy snarl followed as the shadow tightened its grip on his neck.

How had he forgotten that conversation? Kyle wondered. More than once on a Prom night, Ryka had told him he’d wanted to be choked. But he’d never brought it up again. Maybe because it wouldn’t be so easy to accomplish in their current situation.

If Ryka noticed Kyle’s sudden guilt, he ignored it. “Tighter.”

Ryka’s wings quivered as the shadow granted his wish. Then it was an effort for Ryka to keep his gaze fixed on his reflection. He could tilt his chin forward just enough to see himself, but the difficult part was keeping his eyes open. It was nearly as much of a challenge as keeping his hands off his dick. Hoping his friend was too preoccupied, he tried again, and quickly found himself wrapped in an inky embrace, arms and wings pinned.

“Sorry,” he wheezed, just barely getting the word out before his airway was completely cut off. The room was going dark, his breath growing shallow. “Almost.” Even in the same body, it was hard for Kyle to hear him. But the shadow heard that, and Ryka’s whispered plea a moment later to let go. When the pressure released, Ryka did the same. And Kyle recognized the shadow’s name as the thing Ryka growled out when he came. “Don’t stop.”

Finally, the darkness crept lower, sliding back down Ryka’s chest and over his stomach. “Yeah, yeah. Lower. It feels incredible.”

Kyle thought the shadow might actually comply. But it instead settled its hands on the insides of Ryka’s thighs. It had granted enough of Ryka’s wishes. “You’re a bastard, you know that?” Another nod. “I’m not going to beg for it, though.” Even with his eyes half-lidded in ecstasy, Kyle thought Ryka did a fair job looking fierce. The shadow growled again. “Go on, do your worst.”

If it was torture, it certainly didn’t sound like it to Kyle. Ryka’s delighted sighs were quickly escalating into hisses and growls, even though the portal was carefully avoiding touching the one place Ryka most wanted it to.

It kneaded his ass, spreading Ryka and allowing him to insert his tail. It trailed long fingers up and down his hips and thighs, always evading Ryka’s attempts to get it to touch his cock.

Though as Ryka neared orgasm for a second time, the shadow finally gave in. Covered in darkness from head to toe, Ryka doubled over and climaxed.

And suddenly the room seemed much brighter. Ryka looked from the mirror to the wall and back again, mostly for Kyle’s benefit. He’s gone?

“Tired.”

And what about you?

“Not yet.”

I hope you don’t think you’re getting off easy because of what just happened.

Eyes flashing, Ryka opened his arms and wings. Kyle knew he wouldn’t have to do more than ask to get him to spread his legs, too. “Get me off as hard as you want, stud. I’m all yours.”