Warning!: Dirk is an incubus, and this chapter is once again nsfw! Please read with caution.
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Chapter 13: Goodbye
Dirk ==> Wake up
“Hey lil’ man, you can’t go giving up yet.”
You aren’t giving up. You’re just pleasantly unconscious.
Dirk ==> Wake up
“What about Jake? You’ve got to help him right?”
Jake! Yes, you’ve got to help him. He was hurting. Someone captured him.
Dirk ==> Wake up!
“How are you gonna help him if you can’t help yourself first?”
You… don’t know. How are you going to do anything?
Dirk ==> WAKE UP!!!
“Get up, lil’ man. GET UP!!!”
Suddenly, you gasp, and your eyes snap open. You’re lying on the ground in a dark room. And by dark, you mean dark. By nature, you can see quite well without much light, especially after adapting to wearing shades 24/7. But even when you tentatively lift the sunglasses off your eyes, you still have trouble seeing completely clearly.
Wait, you can lift up your shades? That means you can move again.
You bring your hands in front of your face, opening and closing them a few times and you shift your legs a bit from where you are laying on the ground. What appears to be a stone ground, if you had to venture a guess.
Instinctively, you reach behind you for your katana. Shockingly, it’s still there. You thought that the Midnight Crew would have been more careful than that. Or maybe it’s something worse.
Maybe the situation you’re in right now is so bad that they don’t care.
You work yourself up to a sitting position. By now, your body has managed to heal itself, but you’re still cautious about your surroundings.
It doesn’t take you long to realize there isn’t much here. You appear to be sitting in a stone cell. The only light comes from a narrow barred slit in a metal door. You aren’t graced with windows.
You are, however, graced with one thing that makes you extremely happy.
“Jake,” you murmur, shifting over to where he is still lying unconscious on the floor. “Hey, Jake, wake up.”
He murmurs softly and rolls over, his eyes blinking blearily up at you. “—isn’t quite that time of the morning, good sir. No tea, no thank you.”
You’ve spent enough time with half-awake Jake to recognize when he isn’t fully conscious yet. Despite your surroundings, you grin at him and do your best to mimic his accent. “Oh I do say, good sir, it is quite that time.”
Jake wrinkles his nose at you and frowns, “are you from—are you from India?”
“Yes, Jake. I’m from India. How did you guess,” you say flatly, unable to fully hide the amusement from your voice.
“No you’re not, you’re from Brazil,” Jake yawns deeply, snuggling into your thigh.
“China,” you suggest, running your fingers lightly through his fluffy dark hair. You don’t know why, but you find something about touching his hair very soothing. Relaxing. You could sit here and do this all day and not get bored.
When your eyes finally adjust enough to see that the lenses of his glasses are still cracked on his face, you frown. Gently, you remove them, setting them aside.
Jake doesn’t offer you any resistance. He only takes advantage of the lack of obstruction, burying his face deeper into the crevice between your leg and pelvis. He mumbles into your pants, “mmm…Dirk.”
If it were up to Jake, you have no doubt that he would snuggle with you all day. Or night. Whatever it happens to be right now. You don’t really know.
But you know that there are more urgent matters to attend to. You can’t just sit around in a cell all day. Nor do you want to. So, you attempt to gently shake your boyfriend awake again. “Hey, Jake, I need you to wake up. We’re in what you’d call ‘a bit of a pinch.’”
“A bit of a pinch?!” Jake exclaims. He sits up suddenly, wide awake. “Goodness, Strider, why didn’t you say so?!”
You smirk as you watch Jake rub the sleep from his eyes and blink as he glances around. “Got any idea where we are?” you ask.
“Not the foggiest,” he responds, frowning. “How in the blazes did we end up here?”
“The Midnight Crew jumped us,” you answer regretfully. “Jake, I’m sorry. That was my fault. I was so caught up on Bro that I didn’t pay attention to our surroundings and I—”
“Hush, Dirk, I’ll have none of that malarkey,” Jake says, quieting you with a chaste kiss on the lips. Then, he returns to frowning, quietly observing your settings. “Stone floor, stone walls. No window. Steel door. Magic enhanced barrier—”
As he lists things off on his fingers, you realize something. You were right. All those months ago, when you first met Jake, you were right.
He doesn’t actually need his glasses.
Jake seems oblivious to the fact that they aren’t on his face, though, and he turns to you with a serious expression. You will always love the way Jake looks, naked or clothed, glasses or no glasses. But without the spectacles framing his face, you find that his severe countenance actually looks extremely hot on him. “Have you tried to escape?”
“And leave without you?” you ask, shaking your head. “No, I haven’t tried yet.”
“I highly suggest we do, though I’m not entirely certain it will be possible,” Jake murmurs, his frown deepening.
Wait. Not possible? You never considered that you wouldn’t be able to bust out of this joint. Especially when you still have you brokenly powerful katana. You stand up, readying your katana, and prepare to escape.
And you realize, with increasing concern, that Jake was right.
You can’t get out.
Next to you, Jake is creating a myriad of cacophonous sounds, firing every gun in his inventory at the walls and the door, the ceilings and the floor. But nothing does so much as put a small crack in any of the stones.
How is that even possible?
“This is the strongest magic barrier I have ever seen!” Jake grunts beside you, as if he’s answering your question.
You close your eyes and attempt to sense the barrier. It’s harder for you to do than simply sensing someone’s presence, but with enough effort, you can feel it. There’s no doubt about it. The Midnight Crew is involved. You can feel the evil energy lacing every stone, every crevice.
Frowning with distaste, you open your eyes again. You’re shocked to find Jake already sitting with his back to one of the walls, his arms wrapped around his knees, which are balled up to his chest. His voice is muffled from having his head in his arms as he says, “this is a very bad situation we are in, Dirk. Very very bad.”
Slowly, you walk over and sit beside him, leaning your back against the wall too. You snake an arm behind his head and grab his shoulder, pulling him to you. Jake leans willingly into you, resting his head against your shoulder. For a minute or so, you simply rub his arm, tasting his concerned energy and frowning.
His unease is palpable. Something is upsetting Jake right now and making him more nervous than you think he has ever felt. Wait. Cancel that. He may have felt about this bad the morning after you had to use your influence on him. The morning he begged you to forgive him with apple and peach French toast.
Not that he needed to beg at all. You weren’t mad at him in the first place.
After a while, you decide to murmur, “Jake, you know something that you’re not telling me, don’t you?”
The typically loquacious Jake is silent. That’s a yes.
You lean into him, resting your cheek against the fluffy mess of his hair. Gently, as if you’re talking to a child, you plead, “Jake, you know I love you, right?”
“Mmhmm,” he hums into your shirt.
“I’ll let you in on a secret about me,” you finally decide to murmur. “I’ve never loved anyone as much as I love you. I didn’t know it was possible. You are everything to me, Jake English. And I will never leave your side.”
Jake stiffens as you say these things to him. “Truly?” he asks in disbelief.
“Truly,” you repeat, hugging him to you even tighter. “So please, if my love means anything to you at all, tell me what’s going on. You don’t need to keep secrets from me. Whatever they are, we can work through them. I really believe that.”
Jake shudders next to you, and he clings to your shirt with his free hand, burying his face deeper in your sleeve. “Dirk—” he murmurs, his voice hoarse and broken.
You don’t know how long you two sit together on that dirty cell floor.
Finally, Jake sits up. He moves out of your grasp and leans his head back against the stone wall. You watch as he takes a deep breath, calming his nerves. He is less agitated than he was before, and finally, he is ready to explain some things to you.
“The Midnight Crew,” he begins. “We have been at each other’s throats for quite some time now. They are similar to Damara, Kurloz, and Meulin, in the respect that they have a bizarre fascination with me.”
He pauses for a moment, then says, “No, I should amend that. They have a bizarre fascination with something that is inside me.”
Jake then stops to take another long and deep breath. You don’t interrupt him.
“It took some time for me to realize it, but their fascination is more than mere curiosity. It is an obsession,” Jake growls. You can feel the anger rising in him as he continues, “they will stop at nothing, and I mean absolutely nothing, to get to me.”
Knowing the Midnight Crew, you don’t doubt it.
“Villages were destroyed, countless innocents slaughtered,” he continues, shaking his head miserably. “I couldn’t let that continue.”
He is silent a little longer, reminiscing about the past. Suddenly, like an old picture film, you begin to see flashes of destruction with no sound. Crying children, homes on fire, cities brought to ruin.
You press your eyes shut, but the images continue to assault you. Destruction and ruin, poverty and desolation.
And in the middle of it all, Jake. Jake standing amongst the ashes, holding a silent litany to the dead around him. Alone. Unable to do a thing.
Why are you seeing these things? What is going on?
“I—gathered a crew of men together once, long ago, to fight against them. They were loyal warriors and sorcerers, each with his own unique ability. There were 15 of them in all,” Jake murmurs. A small smile comes to his face as he says the next words. “We all wore the most dashing hats and suits. We called ourselves The Felt.”
A chill rises through your spine when you hear the name. You’ve heard of The Felt. You know what happened to them, and it wasn’t pretty.
“For quite some time, we held the Midnight Crew off. Neither side could destroy the other, and no more innocents were harmed. It was difficult work, but at long last, we were finally at a standstill. But then, there was—an incident,” Jake’s voice falters at this point. You get the distinct impression that he is withholding something from you as he continues. “Damara and Kurloz came onto the scene. I suppose Meulin did too at this point, though I honestly cannot remember her. And when they joined forces with the Midnight Crew, that tipped the scale.”
“They—did something to me,” Jake murmurs, bowing his head down. He runs his fingers through his dark hair, clutching and pulling at the strands in what can’t be a comfortable way. “I—don’t even know when it happened, or what it was, but when I came to there was only death.”
As clear as the afternoon sun, you see it. Jake, standing alone. The Felt in broken piles at his feet.
“Only one managed to escape,” Jake whispers quietly. “Number 8. The only dame. I haven’t the slightest clue where she may be now, but bless her heart that I never found her body.”
You’re struck with the overwhelming grief pouring off Jake. But you bear it without a sound. Instead, you simply collect him to you again, holding him tightly while he stares blankly off to the other side of the cell.
Jake shakes out of it quickly, though. He murmurs quietly, “I brought all of that up for one reason. This cell was undeniably created by the Midnight Crew. It was created to contain me.”
He turns to you, and you see the hurt in his green eyes as he continues, “Dirk, I’m sorry. I fear I’ve dragged you into something bigger than you realize. Not only is there no way out, but knowing the Midnight Crew, our certain doom is also on the horizon.”
“Certain doom?” you echo.
“Yes,” Jake affirms, closing his eyes and searching inwardly. When he finally senses what he was looking for, he opens his eyes to you again and says, “I thought so. We’re trapped in another dimension. A dimension that is destined to implode within a month’s time.”
Quietly, you assess everything Jake has told you. After a few mental calculations, you say, “maybe if we can break out of this cell, we can find something that will help us get back.”
“You don’t understand. There is nothing else out there.” Slowly, Jake shakes his head and murmurs again, “I’m so sorry Dirk.”
“Two things. First, Jake, none of this was your fault, so stop saying that,” you tell him. “Second, I refuse to believe that there’s no way out of here, and I’m going to keep trying to find a way until it kills me.”
And that is exactly what you do.
For several days, you and Jake try everything you can think of to escape. The slits in the door are a tease. Nothing but darkness is outside of your cell, but you refuse to believe that there is no way out. If Bro taught you anything it’s that nothing is impossible.
Thinking of Bro, you are still worried about the fucker. You’re almost 100% positive it was his voice that woke you up initially, but you’re also almost 100% positive that you hallucinated it. Bro is nowhere to be found.
After the first day, Jake actually seems quite chipper. He’s gone back to his usual self, laughing and making silly quips and lame movie references. It’s strange behavior, and you can’t help thinking that something doesn’t quite match up.
But, if Jake is happy, then you are happy. At least, you tell yourself that. You can think of 1,000 other places you would rather be than here, but if Jake is here, nothing can be so bad.
You tell yourself that for a few days, but soon you realize that you have a bigger problem on your hands. One you aren’t entirely certain you can handle.
* * *
Dirk ==> Starve
Yep. That’s exactly what you’re doing. It’s been 12 days now since you first were placed in this cell. Jake has amazingly not shown any signs of hunger at all. As you still don’t know what he is, you can’t exclude the possibility that he was eating all this time just for fun. It would be an extremely Jake-ish thing to do.
You, however, are not so fortunate. Jake had a box of fruit snacks, a stack of pancakes, and two cans of orange soda stored away wherever he happens to store things. But those disappeared within the first couple days.
Without normal food supplementing your diet, you start to feel the effects of hunger rather quickly. At first, it’s just a dull annoying ache. It’s easy enough to ignore.
But sooner than you would like, your hunger begins to grow, curling within you like a ravenous creature. Jake is constantly on your mind now. Specifically, fucking Jake.
It isn’t as if he hasn’t offered. Jake can tell that you’re in pain now, and he tries several times every day to get you to sleep with him. In a sense, you do sleep with him. You still cuddle and snuggle on the cold stone floor as if you were back at home. But you don’t dare take any of his energy. You can’t rob Jake of that.
You wouldn’t be able to live with yourself if you were the reason he died.
And you tell him that, every time he makes adorably awkward yet horribly tempting advances on you. Each time, Jake insists that he will be fine, that you won’t hurt him.
You don’t sense any dishonesty in his statement, but every time, you can feel that there is more to what he is saying than his words. When he says “I’ll be fine,” it feels like that phrase is missing an ending. “I’ll be fine because—”
Because what? You can’t imagine how to end that sentence. Ok, that’s a lie, you can imagine a million different ways Jake’s phrase ends. None of them are good.
Even though fucking Jake is constantly on your mind now, you’ll be damned if you give in so easily. Every day, you are determined to figure a way out. It isn’t until today, the 12th day, that you finally think to ask, “hey Jake, where do you keep all of your guns?”
Jake blinks at you, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “In my Sylladex, of course.”
That was not what you were expecting. “Jake, what the fuck is a Sylladex?”
Jake continues to blink at you. Slowly, he asks, “wait a moment, Dirk, are you telling me that you don’t have one?”
“No,” you sigh at him. “No I don’t. Care to enlighten me?”
“Of course!” Your boyfriend’s expression brightens, ecstatic to be able to show you something. “It works like this!”
Jake doesn’t do anything. He doesn’t say any magic phrases. He doesn’t even seem to concentrate at all.
Suddenly, a large grenade launcher appears in his hands.
You back away a few centimeters in surprise. You always knew Jake had the ability to make things appear and disappear at will, but you never bothered to watch him actually do it. Seeing him pull a giant thing out of thin air is—disturbing. “The fuck?” you breathe.
Jake looks down at the gun fondly as he murmurs, “I’m actually not surprised you don’t have one. Most people don’t. It was an ability of one of my men—one of The Felt. He gave me one and taught me how to use it before he passed.” After his explanation, Jake lifts the gun into the air and it disappears.
It only takes you a few seconds to assimilate this information and decide how to use it. “Jake, can you put anything in your Sylladex?”
“Hmm, I suppose so,” he murmurs, touching his index finger to his chin in thought. “Why do you ask?”
“Can you put me in your Sylladex?” you ask, watching as his eyebrows lift up far past where the rim of his glasses used to be. “And then materialize me on the other side of the door?”
It takes Jake about a minute to fully process your request, but when he does, his face lights up like a kid watching a fireworks display. “Why, I suppose I could do that!”
Eager as always, Jake wastes no time walking up to you and placing his hands on your arm. “Ready for an adventure, Strider?”
And suddenly you feel it. A strange pulling sensation that starts from your core and moves out to the rest of your body. It’s as if your soul is being ripped from your body and shoved into a small glass bauble, stored on a shelf in some dusty alchemist’s library, and forgotten for a few hundred years.
And then, the reverse happens. You’re being pushed out through your center, like an inverted vortex, and everything that is you suddenly exists again. When you come to, you realize that you’re staring at Jake’s expectant viridian eyes through a narrow set of bars.
You’re on the other side of the fucking door. Finally.
“Dirk? Are you all right? I suppose I should have warned you, I’ve never tried that with a sentient being before, alive or dead,” Jake decides to tell you now.
“Yeah, I’m in one piece,” you grudgingly admit, feeling your body to make sure you aren’t missing any parts. You don’t think you are.
You glance around, only to realize that you’re in a very small chamber, even smaller than the cell. A ladder is within arm’s reach beside you, leading up into the unknown. You can’t wait to get the hell out of here.
Searching the door, you quickly find the handle. It opens easily from this side.
Immediately, Jake springs out with a look of excitement on his face. “Goodness, it’s about time we made it out of that blasted cell! I can’t wait to explore!” With fervent determination, he begins climbing the ladder. You follow closely behind.
Jake places his hand on the trapdoor above you and says, “this is it, Strider! I can feel it in my adventuring bones!”
Fuck yes. You are finally getting the hell out of here, and it isn’t a moment too soon. Jake opens the hatch, and you feel a rush of cool wind blow in. He disappears up, and you quickly follow.
You aren’t entirely certain what you were expecting outside, but it certainly wasn’t this.
The world above is a wasteland. Sand stretches as far as you can see, and you suddenly have little hope that anything better exists beyond. It’s nighttime, and first quarter half-moon hangs overhead, lighting the way. Soft dunes of sand are illuminated by silvery light, and around you, the sand ripples and continues to blow, stinging your exposed cheeks and hands.
Jake is quick to materialize two fashionable scarves out of his Sylladex. He wraps a green one around his face and offers you a classy orange one. You quirk your eyebrow at him.
He laughs lightly and explains, “It was meant to be a birthday present.”
“Jake, my birthday isn’t for another 8 months,” you say flatly.
He laughs again, and this time you can tell it’s a nervous laughter, “well—I don’t know. You can’t blame a lad for being prepared!”
You think back to what Jake got you on your birthday. “But the Blade Trilogy was so enamoring.”
“And exciting! Yes! I quite agree! Splendid series!” Jake enthusiastically responds. Then, he admits sheepishly, “but after I gave it to you, I could tell that it wasn’t your type of movie. Strider, I can’t always seem to guess your taste in movies. So this year—”
“I get it,” you say, ceasing his self-depreciating rambling. You give him a soft smile before tying the scarf around your face. “It’s a great gift, Jake. Thank you.”
“What do you say, Strider? Are you ready for the next journey?” Jake holds out his hand to you, the sides of his eyes crinkling in a way that you know he’s grinning widely.
You smile back, taking his hand in your own. “Let’s do this.”
* * *
Dirk ==> Striders keep their cool
Yes, they do. And you are determined to keep yours, even though you and Jake have trudged through this desert without shelter for days now.
You are quite thankful that you aren’t a vampire, otherwise you would have burnt to a crisp the first time the sun came out. Your fair skin protests a bit under the scrutiny of the blazing sun, but Jake’s scarf and your shades do a decent job of protecting you.
Speaking of your shades, AR still has yet to come back. You’re starting to miss talking to that fucker, because at least he would be able to provide you with some distraction. Instead, the only things you have to focus on now are your insatiable appetite and Jake.
The sun does nothing to help your hunger, which claws through you now, ripping you to shreds inside. It’s to the point where Jake is the only thing on your mind now.
Jake Jake Jake…
And not really in a good way. You want to take him and pound him hard into the sand, hear the beautiful timber of his voice as he screams for you, feel his arms around you, his pleasure…
Jake Jake Jake…
But you don’t let yourself do that. You are a Strider, and damn it, you are going to keep your cool.
You focus only on Jake, who continues to be quite all right. Chipper even, as you walk day and night with no end in sight. You’ve stopped to sleep only a couple of times, and both times you had to fight off his advances.
You think Jake is worried about you. When he looks at you, his eyes have a soft, sad expression. His voice is tender and full of concern when he pleads with you to have sex with him.
But every time, you refuse. Because even though the incubus inside you has clouded your mind now, you remember that there was a reason you weren’t going to feed off Jake. It was something he said…
“Dirk!” Jake exclaims, pulling you from your thoughts. “Dirk is that a mirage, or do you see it too?!”
Jake’s pointing ahead in the distance, and holy fucking hell, there actually is something out there in the distance.
It’s a tower. It takes you another day to reach it, but it’s now your lifeline. Your way out of this place. Once you’re back home, you can take Jake up on all his offers. You can figure your shit out and Dave’s shit out and Bro’s shit out and Jake’s shit out. You’ll figure all the shit out. The shit will be your little bitch because you’ll be anywhere but in the middle of this fucking desert starving while your boyfriend swings his irresistible ass in front of you.
By the time you reach the tower, you’re really struggling. Your vision is hazy, and your feet give out from underneath you. Reaching the end of your strength, you collapse ever so ungracefully to the sandy floor before the tall metal structure.
Jake is at your side immediately, heaving you up to a sitting position. “Strider! Oh dag nabit! I knew you were feeling worse than you were letting on!”
You grin, feeling your lips crack a bit from the motion. “heh—can’t get anything past you, can I?”
He kisses your forehead, hugging you tightly to him, and you get a tiny teasing taste of his bountiful energy. His beautiful viridian energy.
But Jake is moving away from you all too soon. You want to protest, but nope! Strider cool.
“I need to explore, but I shall be right back, all right?” Jake says. “I know you’re better at this, but perhaps I can figure out what this contraption is and what it’s doing.”
Jake leaves your side.
You watch as the sun slowly crests over the horizon, bringing a fiery glow to the land. A long dark shadow falls over you from the tower, and you wonder what the fuck it could be.
The sun is high in the sky when Jake finally makes his way back over to you. With a defeated sigh, he sits beside you.
“Well?” you ask, your voice hoarse and dry.
“It’s a bomb,” Jake says simply. “I apologize for taking so long, but I wanted to be absolutely certain. It’s Clubs Duce’s handiwork, designed to take out this entire dimension. The dimension the Midnight Crew created just for us. Well, for me.”
“Ok,” you murmur back, because really what the fuck else are you supposed to say? “How long?”
“One day,” he whispers back. “That’s all we have left.”
* * *
Dirk ==> Spend your last day with Jake
You try to push him away, because by this point, you can’t stop yourself from tasting and taking his energy every time his skin touches yours. But Jake adamantly refuses to leave your side. He pulls you underneath the shade of the tower, and you lean against the metal scaffolding as the day rolls by.
Your brain is fucking Alice in Wonderland right now, and Jake is the little white rabbit that you’ve been following across the fucking desert. And if you look above you, you can make out the shape of a giant spikey ball, the bomb that the Queen of Hearts is going to drop on you in less than a day’s time. Off with your head! And Spades Slick with his shit-eating grin is the Cheshire cat. There’s probably a mad hatter reference in here somewhere too.
Fuck Alice in Wonderland. You never liked that movie anyway.
Jake doesn’t say much as the day goes by. He’s content just to hold you, and you are happy closing your eyes, breathing in his scent and feeling his presence. Even though you’re a ball of pain on the inside, you can’t really move anymore anyway, so you don’t have to worry about attacking Jake. It’s kind of a relief, and you can just let your mind wander.
Night falls on the land, but the light of the full moon makes the sandy wasteland around you shine like a million diamonds. Jake’s face is in front of you, smiling. He’s saying your name. He’s beautiful.
You feel a brief smile pass your lips, and you slowly close your eyes.
And then his lips are on you, peppering you with butterfly kisses all over your face. On your cheek, eyebrow, nose. Every kiss is a burst of flavor-licious energy, slowly bringing you back to your senses. You’re kissing him before you realize it, your tongue hungrily caressing his, craving more.
You open your eyes and realize that Jake’s sitting in your lap, his arms wrapped around your neck. He’s lightly moaning, pressing his dick into yours as he dips his tongue into your mouth again and again.
You’re grinding up against him, and oh hey, when did that boner happen? Well, better show Jake how much you appreciate him. As you gain strength, your hands are on him, pulling him to you, drawing him so close that it hurts because fuck you can’t imagine living without this man.
Jake’s moaning softly now, encouraging you to continue. You let your hands slip lower, beneath his shorts. With one hand you start pumping his dick, and with the other you grasp his ass tightly, grinding him into you. Jake gasps from the friction, and he presses into you even harder, his voice a harsh whisper as he murmurs, “Yes—Dirk, that’s right—keep going—please—”
You growl back, your voice deep and guttural as his motions become more frantic, faster. He’s close. He’s close to giving it up to you and filling that hole inside you that desperately craves to be filled.
It’s fucking rainbows and sunshine when he comes. The most beautiful thing you’ve ever felt, and when you kiss him, its ecstasy.
Breathing. Hard labored breathing. Next to your ear.
It smells like Jake. It feels like Jake. It—
—oh shit. What did you just do to Jake?!
Your eyes snap open, and you panic when you feel his limp form in your arms. “Oh fuck! Jake!”
And then he murmurs softly, “shh, no need to shout. We’re the only ones in this bloody dimension. I can hear you just fine.”
“Oh thank fuck you’re ok,” you breathe back, hugging him to you tightly.
Jake hugs you back, then sits up and gives you a sex-satisfied version of his award winning smile. He cocks a grin at you aims one finger at you like a pistol and pretends to shoot. “Told you I’d be ok.”
“You had me worried as hell,” you murmur, withdrawing your hand from his pants. As you bring your semen coated fingers to your lips, Jake quickly smacks it away. You frown at him. “Jake, that felt great, but I’m still kind of starving here. Getting you off fed me enough to get my head back on straight, but your jizz will—”
Jake laughs. “Dirk, don’t you think I know that by now? And I know something that will fill you even more, but you’ll need to save that because—”
You pause, waiting for his response. Does he want to fuck you? Jake should know by now you don’t really need any lube and that—
“—because I’ve never had a penis inside me before,” Jake finishes his sentence quietly.
You gape at him. “You can’t be serious.”
He only continues to gaze at you fondly with his emerald eyes. “Dirk, I want you inside me.”
“Jake, it was lucky that I didn’t kill you already. If I have sex with you, I don’t know if I can control it enough to—” you murmur seriously.
Jake cuts you off again with a quick kiss. “It wasn’t luck. I already told you, you won’t hurt me. But if that’s not reason enough, the explosive above us should be. We’re dead in a few hours anyway, right?”
You actually aren’t inclined to agree with him anymore. You’re fairly certain that you could stop whatever bomb the Midnight Crew set up. And then, you might be able to find a way out of here, and—
But suddenly Jake has your full attention. He’s standing up and slipping off his shorts. You can see his still semi-erect dick, dripping with cum that you are craving to lick off. He chuckles as he takes off his shirt. “I knew you couldn’t resist.”
You can’t. You want to, but you can’t. As Jake takes off your boots and pants for you, you let it happen. He slides your shades off your face and removes your shirt, baring your skin to the night sky above. You feel his warm thighs press against yours as he digs his knees into the sand beside you, facing you with his legs spread around yours. Slowly, he dips his head down and captures your lips in a gentle kiss that makes you crave him more than ever.
When he backs away to look at you, a slight flush dusts his cheeks. “I—don’t really know what to do from here,” he admits shyly.
Jake English? Shy? You never thought you’d see the day. Or night, in this case.
“Three months of sex and you don’t know what to do from here?” As he flushes even deeper, you smile lightly at him and pull him tenderly to you. Quietly, you murmur into his ear, “just hug me and do your best to relax. I won’t hurt you. I promise.”
You make good on your promise. Before you even think of touching him back there, you coax his balls into giving up a bit more of his cum, watching hungrily as it slides down his cock. You have to restrain yourself from doing anything else with that tasty morsel, because you will need it for Jake’s comfort soon. Amicably, you pull him by the waist so that your dicks are touching again, and you gingerly begin to finger them together, knowing he’s probably sensitive after just releasing.
Once he seems distracted enough by the attention to his dick, you slowly and gently begin working first one and then two of your semen-slicked fingers into your boyfriend. You force yourself to take it slow, because hurting Jake is absolutely the last thing you want to do. His grip around your shoulders tightens when you push the first digit into him, but Jake continues to be remarkably adaptable.
When you think he is ready, you nimbly begin to brush the tips of your fingers along his prostate, knowing from far too much experience exactly where that should be. Jake inhales a shaky breath, and when his eyes lock with yours, they are full of questions. He leans back in, resting his chin on your shoulder and burying his face into the crook of your neck.
What is that delightful feeling? Does this happen to everyone when they have sex? Is this what it feels like when I fuck you? Please don’t stop Dirk. Touch me there again. Oh… oh God!
That—was weird. Jake must be whispering in your ear or something. It’s strange that he would say those things out-loud, but sex does tend to make people do unusual things.
But you give him what he asks for, and you lovingly dote attention on both his dick and his prostate, earning yourself a pile of sexually aroused Jake in your arms. He’s breathing hard against your neck, and he’s murmuring expletives when you touch him that only encourage you to touch him more.
And fuck does his energy taste good. You’d be lying if you said you were doing this just for his pleasure, because feeling the ecstasy rolling off him is arousing and feeding you so well.
Jake is one of the most compliant lovers you’ve ever had. You wish you had more than a few hours to appreciate him, but you’ll take what you can get.
Since you didn’t come with Jake, your boner never went away, and after working his ass and dick enough, Jake’s erection is back, tall and proud. You continue to caress Jake’s sex and your own, pressing and sliding them together. The leftover of Jake’s cum spreads along your dick, lubricating it nicely.
Damn. Jake came a lot. You guess you have been making him wait for it for quite a while.
It isn’t long before he gives you a lust-laden look and murmurs, “Dirk, I think I’m ready.”
You spread your fingers inside him, gauging the compliance of his muscles, and you decide that he should be prepared enough. As you’ve noted, Jake is remarkably adaptable, after all.
Gently, you remove your fingers and guide him by the hips until he’s positioned above your dick. Tenderly, you whisper, “take your time with this Jake. Don’t feel like you have to go fast. I want you to be comfortable—”
But before you can even get that last sentence out, Jake has already slid all the way down onto you, sitting on you so fast that you actually hear the smack of his ass hitting your thighs. He hisses lightly and presses his eyelids shut for a couple moments.
“Jake!” You gasp, instinctively clutching his hips tighter with concern. “Fuck! Are you ok?”
“I—think so. That went a lot deeper than your fingers, Strider!” Jake opens one eye first, hesitantly, and then the other. He looks up and off to the distance as he thinks about it, wiggling his butt on you to gauge it. “It doesn’t hurt. It just feels a little different. I’ve never put anything up there before!”
In your time, you’ve had more lovers than you care to count. You have never had one look so adorable while wiggling his ass on you.
And fuckdoes he feel good surrounding you.
“Do I start moving now?” Jake asks, completely in earnest. He flushes slightly and stammers, “I’ve umm—never done this before. And you probably have so perhaps you could give me an inkling? A clue?”
You smile softly, realizing that Jake is just fine. No longer worried, you allow yourself to relax, leaning back against the metal infrastructure of the tower. “Give you an inkling?” you repeat the odd Jake-ish phrase fondly.
He sees your grin and flushes even deeper. “N-now see here! Not all of us have the skills of an incubus! So—” Jake pauses.
Don’t make fun of me, ok?
What the fuck. You’re certain you just heard Jake’s voice, but you know his lips didn’t move. What’s—
Jake looks at you sheepishly. “I-I’ll try my best, Dirk. But—” Again, he closes his mouth, ceasing to talk.
Please don’t be mad if I’m not good at this.
Fuck, it happened again. You furrow your brows slightly. It’s almost as if—
As if you were—
Looks like you’re a budding telepath.
Thinking back on it now, it makes sense. All those times you responded to Jake and he looked confused, you wrote it off as a lack of understanding on his part. But what if it wasn’t that? What if you were just rudely plucking the thoughts from his head and responding to them?
You’re following in Bro’s footsteps. Great. Just fucking great.
But you don’t really have time to be thinking about all of these things right now. Already, the few seconds you’ve devoted to this line of thought has Jake frowning, doubting himself. You definitely don’t want that. So, your voice is calm, and you rub his thigh soothingly as you reassure him lovingly, “Jake, you’re doing great. You have no idea how fucking happy I am that we’ve made it this far. Just let me know when you’re ready.”
Jake seems a little relieved by your words. Then, he gives you a look that makes your cock twitch in expectation. “I’m ready, Dirk.”
You circle both your arms around him, grabbing two handfuls of his plush rump. You sigh softly, letting them slide between your fingers once before getting a more firm handle on them. Then, you carefully guide him an inch or two up your dick, and then back down again.
Jake gasps softly as his bottom makes contact with your thighs again. You don’t feel any pain coming off him, but you do feel a soft wave of pleasure. Eager for more, you coax him up and back down again.
Jake is a fast learner when it comes to physical activities. Sex is no exception. It doesn’t take him long to develop a rhythm, leaning into you, pushing out his ass, and then curling his abs in, bringing himself back down on you. And slowly, you begin to reciprocate, undulating your hips and pushing your dick up into him in time with his movements.
Jake is so warm. So real. Every time he surrounds you, you fall in love with him all over again. You don’t ever want to stop having sex with him.
His energy is so alluring, peaking in delightful waves of pleasure as the head of your dick rubs against his prostate. Of course, you’ve felt this pattern with other lovers that you’ve taken, but somehow, like everything else, this is different with Jake.
Because you love him, you somehow feel like you’re even more in-tune with Jake, both physically and mentally. You wonder if you’re somehow swapping your energy, fueling each other in some fantastically orchestrated play, building up towards what is certain to be an exquisite climax.
I love you I love you I love you…
You hear him repeating it over and over in his head. Every time his hips snap back, there’s the light smacking of skin on skin, soft gasps coaxed from Jake’s mouth, and occasionally deep moans that he doesn’t even try to hold back anymore.
It’s perfect. Jake is perfect.
You are so in love.
You feel it when he starts getting close. His grip tightens on you, and his movements become more frantic, his breathing more erratic, his energy surrounds you in staccato peaks of titillation.
You’re trembling now too, because what Jake feels you feel. And because Jake’s this close you are too. And when a pleading cry leaves his lips, full of want and desire, it sends shivers down your spine. You hear your own mirroring growl, deep and needy.
He loves you. He wants you. He needs you.
You love him. You want him. You need him.
It’s so bright, so beautiful. So full of raw pleasure and happiness that is like a waterfall erupting from the side of a mountain. Jake holds you tightly as he comes, and you don’t even try to hold anything back.
You fill him with your love. You fill him with your heart. You fill him with everything you have.
He shudders, grinding himself onto you a couple more times as he finishes. You hold him closely through it, never wanting this moment to end.
Slowly, his breathing returns to normal. Jake leans back up enough to capture your lips in a sweet kiss. It lasts for such a long time, but it isn’t enough. You can never get enough of him.
At first, his kiss is filled with the brightest happiness imaginable. Jake’s love for you is a shining beacon, and he shares that love so freely with your lips and tongue. And then, his kiss begins to grow a bit more desperate. His lips quiver, and you feel the change in his disposition.
And then you remember.
Fuck. It is the night of the full moon. Of all the nights, why did you let him have sex with you tonight?
Concerned, you pull away, and look into his eyes. They’re still his usual beautiful emerald color, but you don’t allow yourself to relax yet.
He’s crying. Oh shit, Jake’s crying.
“I didn’t hurt you did I?” you ask with concern.
“No, no it’s not that,” Jake murmurs, wiping the tears away and giving you the saddest smile you think you’ve ever seen. “That was fantastic, Dirk. Absolutely fantastic. I wish we had tried that sooner. The problem is—”
You furrow your brows. What could possibly be wrong now? Other than your limited lifespan, of course. There is still a bomb hanging over your heads, which you had honestly put out of your mind until just now.
“The problem is that I care so much about you, Dirk,” Jake says, looking at you with the most conflicted green eyes ever. A part of him looks immeasurably happy, and another part looks immensely sad.
“Are you sad because we only have a few hours left to live?” you ask. “Because, I’m actually ok with it. As long as I get to spend my last few hours with you—”
“No no, don’t even say things like that,” Jake shakes his head. He kisses you again and slowly moves off you. Dutifully, he brings you your clothes.
Now that you’re fully fed, you have more than enough strength to put them on yourself. You clip your shades to your shirt, watching Jake closely as he slowly and sorrowfully puts his own clothes back on. “Jake, I’m only telling you the truth. If I can’t figure out how to disarm this bomb, we’re both toast.”
“You’re not going to die, Dirk,” Jake responds quickly. “But you’re not going to disarm the bomb either. It’s impossible to disarm, because it’s not really a bomb. It’s a timer, counting down to the end of this dimension’s lifespan.”
You must be giving him an incredulous look, because he chuckles and continues, “yes, dimensions, like creatures, have a lifespan. Did you realize that?”
“No, I didn’t,” you respond honestly.
“Well, lifespan or not, it is no matter,” Jake says sadly. “I can’t let you die, and bloody fucking damn it, the Midnight Crew knew that when they put us here!”
“Jake, you’re starting to confuse me a little,” you admit.
“Do you remember what your friend Roxy told us all those months ago?” Jake asks slowly, averting his gaze as he does. “About how all of the angels are waging a holy war against all demons, searching for one demon in particular?”
Your stomach drops down to the sand beneath you. You have a very bad feeling about where this is going. Silently, you nod.
“Dirk,” Jake whispers, his voice almost inaudible despite the silent night air around you. Slowly, he drags his gaze back up to you. “I am that demon. Rather, the monster inside me is.”
This is the secret Jane was talking about. The thing she couldn’t tell you. You’re 100% certain of it, and you’re frozen. Unable to say anything back to him. Unable to move your lips.
“I was a guardian once, long ago, when our universe was still new. The first. Before any of the angels of Prospit even existed. It is my duty to protect our world and its beings. It always has been, and it always will be,” Jake says quietly.
“Wait you—just how old are you?” You ask again. You’re having trouble wrapping your brain around Jake’s words, because has he really existed since the beginning of creation? Is that even possible?
“I told you, Dirk, I’ve been around forever. So has he. He came into existence around the same time I did. The world destroyer. The bane of all,” Jake pauses, swallowing uncomfortably before continuing. “Lord English.”
Oh fuck. You’ve definitely heard that name before. It’s the name that conjures nightmares in all the demon children. Everyone in Derse knows his name. The name of the biggest most powerful evil being in existence.
Honestly, you had hoped that Lord English was just a myth.
“To save everyone, I found a way to trap him inside my body. It takes most of my strength to maintain it, but for the sake of our universe and all others, it must be done. Safe within the confines of my soul, Lord English is unable to do a thing, but there are times when he is stronger,” Jake explains, giving a brief glance at the full moon above. “You’re a smart lad, I think you can figure it out.”
“The full moon,” you murmur. “Fuck, Jake, I didn’t know. I’m so sorry I made you—”
“Think nothing of it,” he says quickly. Then he continues, “I can usually control him. Lord English has only fully surfaced from within me once in the past. He was the reason my men died, The Felt. He killed… everyone.”
You are suddenly assaulted with an infinite barrage of images. Death, destruction, pain. Burning, screaming, crying. And Jake. Alone in it all.
“Truly, I should stay in this dimension and let myself and Lord English die. It’s what’s best for the universe. For everyone. But—” Jake smiles sadly at you. You know what’s coming next, and it’s already breaking your heart. He pulls you into a tight hug and says, “I love you, Dirk. I love you and I can’t let you die.”
He finally said it. He said it out loud, and you want nothing more than to keep hugging the shit out of him and to tell him you love him back. But you get the terrible feeling that Jake is about to do something you will hate.
“I can’t lose you,” he continues, whispering fiercely into your ear. “So you have to promise me—”
“Jake, no, I don’t know what you’re fucking thinking but stop it right now,” you demand, the words tumbling out of your mouth before you can make sure that they even make sense. “I love you too, I’d die for you, so fucking hell, Jake, don’t even think of—”
“Dirk you have to stop me,” Jake says gravely, ignoring your plead and pulling away. “He won’t want to die, so he’ll find a way out of here. Follow him to safety and then kill him. Kill me.”
He materializes from his Sylladex a deadly looking gleaming iridescent gun, engraved with symbols that you don’t recognize, and places it in your hands. “One shot, through the heart. That’s all it will take.”
You’re ashamed to say you don’t figure out what he’s planning until it’s a little too late. He’s taken a few steps away, walking into the light of the full moon before you’re on your feet, reaching for him. “Wait, Jake!!”
With a sad smile, he turns back around and murmurs, “goodbye, Dirk.”
Before you can do anything, a bright light surrounds him. Electric sparks of vivid green spread across his body like lightning. Suddenly, a darkness pulses around him. Darker and more evil than even that of the Midnight Crew. It’s the deepest and most demonic of blacks. You get the feeling that this is the evil from whence all others sprung.
You hear a strangled cry, and you know your beautiful lover is in pain. Jake, your dorky boyfriend who loves terrible movies, who sucks at Halo but plays with you anyway, who never hesitates to wake up early every morning and make you breakfast, who always has your back on every mission, who smiles at you softly and cuddles affectionately, who loves you as much as you love him.
“Jake, I can’t lose you either,” you whisper, but you know it’s already too late.
The dark pulsing light fades, and your boyfriend is gone. In his place is a towering green scaled demon, with flashing multicolored eyes, a gaudy regal green robe, and a wicked looking gun. Even if Jake hadn’t told you everything, you would have recognized him from the horrifying burdensome dark aura alone.
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LateNiteSlacker’s Notes: I love putting songs to everything. Especially DirkJake. The song below is “Monster” by Imagine Dragons, and it fits this moment perfectly. Check it out. =)