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If you ask Rell later on how it happened, he would say he had no damn clue. If you asked him if he regretted that it happened, he’d tell you that’s for him to know and for you to never find out. Because how could he regret something he only fuzzily remembers through the haze of lust that the memories are shrouded in. Worse things could have happened when it comes to spirits, something like this he’ll count as a very happy accident. And it had taught him things about both himself and Casper, so overall he counts it as a win.
It started on an ordinary day, like most things that happen to Rell do. His shift had been relatively short, not many funerals happening and few bodies to prepare. He considers it a good thing, the lack of death for the day. He can be busy another time. The spirits around him had been restless all day, flitting around in the edges of his vision. Their voices were indistinct, melding together as background noise. None of them had the energy to do more than complain, despairing over their fates. Rell had ignored them, knowing that they would all cross over when they were buried or cremated. So he hadn't noticed when the presence changed in the room, when the rest of the spirits went quiet and fled, the new pair of eyes watching him.
Nor does he notice the wide berth the random assortment of spirits on the streets give him as he walks home, humming softly to himself and enjoying the cooling night breeze and the rosy glow of the sunset. He takes the steps two at a time when he gets to the lobby of his apartment building, body humming with energy for once. Cheeky is screaming as usual when he walks in, toeing his shoes off and padding to the kitchen to get him set up with his dinner. He frowns when the cat neglects to follow him, instead staring at the body length mirror leaning against the wall, his furry tail puffed to twice its normal size.
“Cheeky? Come have dinner, it’s just your reflection.” He gives the bowl a shake for good measure, watching his cat hesitate before turning and running for him and the food bowl. He sets it down for him, giving his cat a few reassuring scratches behind the ears before standing and leaving him to his dinner. He decides to snag the mirror as he goes by, hefting it in one strong hand and carrying it to the bedroom with him. If Cheeky was bothered by it, he could just move it. It had been a gift from a neighbor, one who had moved away a week prior. He had seemed oddly nervous giving it to him, but then again the man was always nervous around Rell. He tended to have that effect on people.
Once in the bedroom he sits the mirror down leaning against the wall, making sure it’s stable before he steps away. He turns his back to it and begins to undress, stripping off his vest, his lapel pins, his tie, his socks. He’s got his shirt halfway unbuttoned when he finally registers the hum shivering through the room, filling his mind with static. His hands slow in their motions, eyes going blank as he looks towards the mirror. His hands drop as he watches the surface of the mirror ripple like water, his rational self in the back of his mind screaming that he needs to leave. That what is happening is not something he knows what to do with. But he doesn’t want to leave, does he? No, he wants to touch the mirror's surface.
He steps towards it slowly, bare feet clumsy on the soft rug, legs feeling like they’re made of wood. He feels like a puppet with only half its strings, the puppeteer controlling him struggling to make him do what it wants. But make it to the mirror he does, a hand reaching out until he can press his palm to the rippling surface. He stares at his reflection, watching himself smile with teeth sharper than he remembers. Fingers twine through his, clasping their hands together. He needs to pull; his mind whispers to him, the hum rising in the air as he slowly draws back. Power shivers through the room, taut and expecting, a pressure on his mind he can’t fight as he pulls.
The hum rises to an awful crescendo that vibrates in his bones and his teeth as he pulls himself out of the mirror, the hand clasping his burning with cold. The hum abruptly cuts out, leaving Rell feeling like a jar tipped over as whatever power that held him releases him all at once. He sags back against the bed, head swimming as his senses slowly come back to him. The room is abruptly cold, even though the day is warm and his AC is set to a reasonable temperature. As his senses come back to him he realizes something terrible has happened, head jerking up to stare at the copy of himself standing near the mirror.
It stretches its perfect copy of his arms, twisting and bending as joints pop faintly. The voice that comes from it is his but isn’t, overlaid with a humming, otherworldly tone. “That is much better. You wouldn’t believe how long it has been since someone was able to release me. Since there’s been someone like you.”
Rell shudders, the sound of his own voice overlaid by that terrible hum scraping against his hearing with sharp claws. He glares at himself, making to stand from the bed. “I didn’t invite you here, spirit. Leave-”
“Ah, but you did invite me. You pulled me from the mirror, offered me yourself. And I have been inside for a very long time. That last boy kept me covered, the nervous idiot.” Rell feels a squirming cold slide up his legs beneath his pants, coiling up and up, climbing him like vines. He jerks against them, frowning when he’s unable to free himself. The coiling is strong, stronger than he feels like something that has been trapped should be.
They make their way up underneath his shirt, dragging it up as they go. He shudders at the feeling as one slides over a nipple, gritting his teeth. Cold hands pick at the buttons of his shirt, undoing them until those coiling cold masses can slide it off him. “I am so hungry, my friendly host. I have been starving for decades, and here before me stands such a delicious meal.”
Rell looks down, eyes widening at the sight of long black tentacles sliding their way across his body. They’re cold, almost burning against his skin, and yet everywhere they touch his skin begins to burn hot. A cold hand presses to his stomach, sliding up slowly, thumb brushing over a nipple and making him jerk against the tentacles restraining him. “You have so much energy to give me sweet one, and I plan to take every drop I can.”
That thumb brushes over his nipple again, making him flinch and bite back a faint noise. The spirit using his form leans forward, lips cold against his skin as it presses feather light kisses to his skin, following the warm rush of blood to his neck. He struggles harder when he feels sharp teeth prick the sensitive skin near his collarbone, arms flexing as he manages to get one free and push at the other figure. More tentacles coil from nowhere, seemingly coming from behind the spirit, lashing out to coil around his arms and press them back to his sides. The spirit clicks his tongue at him as if he’s disappointed, crooning a sweet noise to him.
“Settle now dear. I won’t hurt you, not in a way you won’t enjoy. You can already feel some of the effects, and I only need a little bit from you. Be good, won’t you?”
Rell’s brain races a thousand miles a minute, trying to think of some way out of this. And yet… he finds he doesn’t quite want to, the part of his brain that was screaming to be let go before going quiet. He should see where this goes, shouldn’t he? His mind is accepting it just as he feels the piercing of teeth through his skin, the welling of blood. He shouts, cursing and kicking at the man until he feels warmth spreading through his veins. He feels suction as the heat begins to spread through him, head beginning to get fuzzy as the spirit spends a few long minutes drinking from him. A cold tongue laps at the bite mark on his collar bone, soothing the irritated skin and licking away the blood. Rell hears a groan in that two-toned voice, that hum rising in the room again.
“Oh ho ho, you taste delicious. If you weren’t so useful alive, I would drain you dry.” It sighs, sucking lightly at the bite mark to make it bleed just a bit more, to give it just a little bit more of a taste. The tentacles shiver against his body, flushing with sudden heat as they squirm with renewed vigor against him. He feels his belt being undone, the button and zipper forced open as his pants and underwear are stripped from him. He thinks dimly that at least they didn’t rip his pants, clothing can be expensive.
Rell can’t keep thinking of it as one of the tentacles slides between his legs, questing against the growing wetness building there. He squirms, kicking a bit as the tentacles lift him bodily into the air, leaning him back as if reclining on a lounger. But it's only a token effort, no real force put into the kicks as that tentacle keeps up its exploration, rubbing at the entrance to his pussy. The heat is building higher, the world going fuzzy and overly bright as whatever was in the spirits saliva takes hold. His head is spinning and he groans a faint noise, hips jerking when another tentacle joins the other. It’s thinner, questing higher until it circles his clit and begins to vibrate, pulling a cry from his lips.
At the same time another tentacle slides higher, sliding up his chest and throat until it can push between his lips as they open to cry out. He groans around it as it presses into his mouth, not stopping even as it pushes down into his throat. He chokes around it, body jerking and straining against the tentacles holding him. That two-toned voice croons soothingly in his ear, cold fingers sliding other his overheated skin to tweak a nipple, making him squirm.
“Shh, relax. You can take it, it will make everything feel so much better.”
He tries to shake his head but can’t, head spinning from the effects of the venom and the growing lack of air. He makes a noise around the tentacle in his mouth as he feels it start to pulse, a burning liquid pouring down his throat. He chokes on it, struggling to swallow the sheer volume of it as it pumps more and more into his stomach. He coughs on the sickly sweet liquid as the tentacle pulls out of his mouth, the thick liquid spilling down his chin. His head falls to the side to stare at his doppelganger, eyes unfocused as the heat that had been simple embers before roars into life as a raging blaze. He feels his cunt clench hard around nothing, suddenly aching to be filled. His chest starts to heave as he begins to pant, shifting idly in search of something, anything.
The tentacle that had simply been rubbing against the entrance to his cunt seems to focus now as whatever the one in his mouth pumped into his stomach truly takes hold. It pushes abruptly into his pussy, drawing a loud cry from his throat as his back arches against the tentacles holding him. He’s more sensitive than he’s ever been, every touch of the hot tentacles on his overheated skin making his head spin and his body squirm. The tentacle that had pushed into him doesn’t waste any time in beginning to thrust, starting a rough fast pace as it fucks itself deeper and deeper.
Rell cries out, unable to stop himself as the pleasure crashes over him, every nerve feeling like a live wire. The spirit keeps playing with a nipple, tugging and rubbing until Rell is sobbing. A cold tongue replaces the cold fingers, lips closing around his abused nipple and sucking as teeth sink into the skin around it. He shouts at being bit again, feeling his skin give way easily beneath the spirit's sharp teeth. The spirit doesn’t suck this time, seemingly content just to leave that mark on him.
Faintly he registers a noise in the background, like something clattering to the floor, but his mind can’t focus on it as a second tentacle presses against his cunt, the tentacle already pounding him pausing in its rhythm just long enough for it to push inside as well. The stretch should hurt without prep, but whatever the spirit has been giving him has his body lax and pliable, sensitive to every touch. His head drops back as the two tentacles in his cunt start to work in opposing rhythms, one drawing back as the other presses forward. It’s too much for his sensitive body to handle and he shudders as he comes around the tentacles, mouth open as he gasps and keens a desperate noise.
“What..? Sunshine, what’s happening?” Casper’s voice registers only faintly, making him turn his head as he squirms from over-sensitivity. The tentacles inside his pussy don’t let up, continuing to drive into him despite the fact he just came. The reaper is blurry in his vision, his glasses having been pulled off and set aside at some point. He squints at him, moaning a weak noise. “Casper… Love…”
“Ah, and here comes the one in your thoughts this entire time. Do take a look, Casper. Isn’t he such a delightful scene, squirming around my tentacles like this?” That awful two-toned voice coos, becoming distant as the spirit leaves his side and lets up on torturing his nipple. He struggles against the tentacles, body wanting to reach out to the other man who just entered. The tentacle around his clit squirms, stroking against it and drawing a hoarse cry from Rell. He can hear the spirit speaking, murmuring to Casper as it circles him.
“Look at how he enjoys himself. I need only energy from him, energy that he’s given so freely to me so far. I can understand why one such as yourself is so enamored with a mortal. He is tight and oh so hot. Come, get closer. You know how he adores your touch.”
A moment later and he feels hands slide over his skin, cooler than his overheated skin but not the awful cold of the spirits hands. With Casper closer now he can see him clearer even as tears spill from the corners of his eyes. His lover's cheeks are bright red, eyes wide as he seems to take in the sight of him like this. Rell sobs a weak noise as he comes around the tentacles using his cunt again, shuddering as his hips bear down against them.
“Casper- Please-” His voice is breathy, low with need.
“I’m here Sunshine. Do you truly want this? Tell me, and I will do what I can to expel the spirit.”
Rell manages a shake of his head, flinching when cold fingers replace the tentacle on his clit, stroking with enough pressure to make him cry out in a moment of sudden clarity. “Just- just help. It w-will leave when it h-has what it needs. Faster, if there’s two of us.”
He watches Casper swallow hard, a shuddering breath leaving him as his hands roam over his body again. “Okay Sunshine. I have you.”
A dark chuckle fills the room as Casper leans to kiss him, licking into his mouth and humming at the taste there. He watches blearily as Casper draws back, eyebrows furrowed as he licks his lips, wondering at the taste. “What..?”
Rell finds he has an arm free suddenly and reaches out, gripping the front of Casper’s tunic and pulling him back in to lick and bite at his neck. Casper jolts as if burned, hands flying up to hold onto Rell. A whine comes from the other man, seemingly startling them. Rell only groans against his skin, feeling the tentacles move him. Casper is struggling a bit as tentacles reach for him as well now, stripping him of his clothes, undoing all the buckles and zippers and clasps more deftly than Rell ever could.
Rell looks down, seeing how hard Casper already is, his cock hard and practically weeping precum. He groans at the sight, squirming against the tentacles. The spirit calls out from behind him, those cold fingers leaving as the spirit steps over to press a hand to Casper’s chest and force him onto his back on the bed.
“You reapers and your healing abilities… Be a good boy and lay down, can’t you see how your mortal aches to feel you inside him?”
The spirit is right. Now that Rell is seeing Casper his body shouts for him, that heat rushing through him intensifying upon seeing his love. Casper shifts up the bed, settling back. Rell whines a long noise when the two tentacles that had been using him this entire time withdraw from his sore pussy. He clenches around nothing, aching to be full again. The tentacles lower him and he hears Casper gasp as one encircles his cock, holding it upright as the others lower Rell onto his waiting cock.
They moan together, Rell’s voice high and hoarse, Casper’s low and throaty. The tentacles stay coiled around Rell’s body, guiding his hips into a steady rise and fall, fucking him on Casper’s cock. The spirit sits on the edge of the bed near Casper’s head, cold fingers tracing the line of his shoulders, playing with his hair.
“Ah, now that is much better. The seer is delicious on his own, but his energy becomes much more satisfying with you here. His body craves you in ways even I with all my tricks cannot give him.”
Rell isn’t really listening to him anymore though, too focused on working with the tentacles moving his body to ride Casper. No matter how sensitive he is he delights in the hot feeling of his lover inside him after the coolness of the tentacles. Casper’s hands are hot on his hips as he holds onto him, hips working as he fucks up into the pliant body being moved above him. Rell can hear Casper’s whimpers, the way his breath shakes as he slowly begins to lose himself to whatever power the spirit is exerting over the room.
“Sunshine, you- Nine hells, you feel so good around me.”
Rell makes a thin noise, shivering as pleasure rushes through him at what Casper says. He always enjoys when Casper talks like this, but the effect on him seems to be greater. His mind is beginning to clear now, the effects of the spirit beginning to wane as he seems to be reaching the level of energy he was searching for. Some of the tentacles around his chest let him go, letting him sag down against Casper’s chest. The ones around his hips keep him moving, helping the weakened man keep moving. He can’t take much more, body overwrought with sensation.
He can feel Casper twitching inside him, knows the signs of his approaching orgasm. Casper usually lasts longer but the spirit is growing impatient, that terrible hum filling the room again as the tentacles around his hips make him move faster. The bond crackles like static between them, half crushed beneath the spirits' influence, pleasure still managing to circle between the two of them somehow. Rell bites wetly against Casper’s throat, licking at his pulse and sucking a mark into his skin that disappears almost as soon as it appears. He feels Casper’s whining groan against his lips, feels the way his hips are beginning to stutter. He shifts enough to whisper to him, voice soft.
“Come my love. Fill me and release us.”
Casper cries out as he does, hips bucking up into him as his hands flex and clench on his hips, pulling him down flush against his hips as he comes inside him, hot seed filling his pussy and womb. Rell sighs out a sweet sound, body trembling as he comes around him. That growing hum around them snaps, leaving the room feeling off kilter and too quiet. Rell sits up as the tentacles slide away from him, leaving him under his own power once more. He looks at the spirit where it sits at the head of the bed next to Casper’s head, noting the sated smug look reflected back at him from the copy of him the spirit wears. The spirit moves, standing and leaning forward on a knee to push into a rough kiss with Rell. His lips are cold and claiming as the spirits tongue invades his mouth, the flavor that same sickly sweet of before. It kisses him until he’s dizzy from lack of oxygen before drawing back, leaning down to sink its teeth into the bite on his collarbone from before.
It takes a bit more blood from him before licking over the bite again, groaning a faint noise. Then it’s standing, straightening the lapels of its copied shirt and tugging its copied vest into place.
“A very filling meal. Cover the mirror or get rid of it if you wish, but know that it makes no difference. When I want you, I will have you. You and your little reaper. My, but he is a fine specimen, isn’t he?”
Rell pushes at it, teeth bared in a grimace. “Leave. You’ve had your fill.”
The spirit laughs, its two toned laughter filling the room before the room abruptly goes quiet. Cold lips press a kiss to his ear, murmuring a few last words just for him.
“I’ll see you when next I need a meal, little seer.”
Then the energy in the room is gone, the spirit leaving as quickly as it came. Sage sags down against Casper, the last vestiges of the spirit's power leaving him. Casper rubs a warm hand against his back, looking up at him where he still sits astride him. Rell raises an eyebrow at him, feeling how he remains hard inside him.
“Really Casper?”
Casper gives a sheepish look, face flushed red as his hips rock up into him a bit. “Sorry Sunshine. You just looked so incredibly good. You still do, above me, like this. I cannot help the effect you have on me.”
Rell sighs, shaking his head even as a smile makes his lips curl and his hips rock to meet him.
“At least let me lay down. Then you can fuck me as much as you want.”
Casper smiles sweetly at him, sitting up to push into a gentle kiss, the hand still on his back rubbing gently. Casper is gentle when he draws out of him, twisting both of them to lay Rell back against the bed. He’s almost devastatingly gentle as he pushes back into his cunt, sighing a sweet sound as he kisses him again. Rell merely moans into the kiss and curls his arms around his neck, their bond back to full strength, the pleasure roaring between them.
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Later that night, laying in the bathtub soaking in the hot water after Casper had cleaned him up, Rell has a sudden thought that makes him sit up and growl.
“That jerk! He knew what the mirror was!”
Casper hums behind him, kissing his shoulder and mouthing at the skin there as his hands fold over his belly and draw him to lay back against him again. “Who, Sunshine?”
Rell grumbles as he lays back, wincing at the twinge in his back. The tentacles hadn’t been particularly rough, but Casper had still been energetic afterwards and always seemed to delight in pushing his body to its limits. “My old neighbor, the one who gave me that mirror when he moved away.”
Casper is quiet for a moment before laughing, giving him a gentle squeeze. “Would you rather one of your other neighbors was fucked silly by something they couldn’t see?”
Rell huffs, turning to glare playfully at Casper. “You have a point, but do you have to be right all the time?”
“Of course, it is one of my many, many talents for which you love me.”
Rell groans, shaking his head even as he smiles and relaxes against the warm body behind him. No, he couldn’t truly say he regretted how this night had turned out.