Vibrator

Pestilence is copyrighted to Sallie Drazzi

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Jenii smirked at the box between his hands, the contents hidden from anyone else who might be in the room. Of course no one was in the room, this was his and Pesti's room and few dared to enter here, except an insane cat-demon with intent to pounce Jenii, or a slightly less insane equine of Pestilence's with the same intent for her owner.

Pestilence was the only one who might see, and he was curled up at the head of the bed studying his English book, occasionally asking Jenii to help him figure out a word. He'd long ago given up on asking Jenii what was in that box.

The Shadow slid his eyes over to his little mate, peering at him through a cascade of thin black hair, eyeing him. Those were plotting eyes.

And Jenii was certainly plotting.

Jenii set the box to one side, making sure the contents were still hidden. Then he prowled slowly up the bed like an animal on a hunt. His prey looked up from behind that book, amethyst eye blinking so innocently.

“Was starting to think I’d have to leave you alone with that box.”

“Silly Pestilence…beautiful Pestilence,” Jenii veritably purred just at the scent and heat rising up from his little mate.

“Is probably a little sword… er, knife.”

“We’ve already played that game with the sword, why would I offer you something smaller?”

“New kink or something, without getting sword dirty every time.”

“You talk like me keeping her clean is an obsession or something. What did I do last time? Did I ignore you and go and clean her?”

“No, cuddled me first… then went to clean sword,” Pesti giggled.

“Rarrr, cheeky Pestilence,” Jenii settled down atop him and nuzzled against his neck.

“Not denying it,” the slender Force shifted beneath him, giggling softly again.

“And you’re totally forgetting after that we had sex again,” Jenii nipped.

“Not forgetting… could never forget us together,” Pestilence shivered a little, burying his hands in Jenii’s hair, hands at the back of his head just subtly encouraging.

“So sweet… hmm… sweet to taste,” the big demon licked at Pesti’s dark flesh.

“And you’re ahn… shameless flatterer.”

“Nhnn,” Jenii grunted, too busy to really answer.

He licked again, longer this time, taking in more of that delicious flavour. He thrilled at those little noises Pestilence was uttering, those little shifts of that slender body. His hands wandered up Pesti’s sides, sliding under the netted fabric of his shirt. His thumbs moved in slow circles over those soft and subtle mounds of flesh until the centers pebbled beneath them.

Pesti was arching his chest now, seeking more of that just barely there but hinting at more pleasure. One of those slender, strong legs slid itself against Jenii’s hip, hooking around him and attempting to pull him closer.

“Don’t want to take it slow?” Jenii purred with more than a little teasing in his tone.

“No… no… want you,” Pestilence made his point by arching up more, rocking his hips against Jenii. “Need you.”

“Hn, I didn’t want to take my time anyway,” the demon growled a lustful noise, taking little time in stripping his lover of his jeans.

Jenii slid his hand beneath Pestilence’s thigh, pushing it away from where it kept attempting to mate with his hip. He held it there, Pesti’s leg bent up at the moment just before Pesti would have to raise his hips to keep that from being uncomfortable. He pushed out the other leg, surveying those curves of dark flesh, eyes drinking in every lovely contour. And Pestilence was more than willing to give that extra little bit, lifting his hips anyway, the little show-off.

“Hnn, I see how hot studying English makes you.”

Pestilence giggled, swaying hips, as if tempting Jenii. “Silly Shadow… this is how hot you make me.”

“Only me?”

“Only you,” the Force drew out the words into a lusty little almost-moan.

“Are you sure you wouldn’t prefer your book?” Jenii managed to tear a hand away from Pestilence’s soft flesh so he could lick at his fingers.

“Jenii,” Pestilence really drew that out, adding some begging to that lustfulness.

“Hn, you have no shame, little begging imp.”

The Shadow took two of those licked fingers and slipped them between those finely rounded muscles, pushing slowly and carefully into that tight little opening there. Pestilence rolled his eye closed, arching his spine up off the bed as he tried to move to push that invasion deeper.

“You never just let me handle this, do you?” Jenii smirked, curling his fingers to caress within that heated passage.

“So good… need…”

“I know what you need,” the demon purred, making these certain caresses again in particular so Pestilence would arch again, rolling his hips. It was like making a puppet dance, a very sexy puppet.

Jenii settled himself down on the bed, his hardening arousal half protesting and half thrilling at the pressure and friction. He bowed his head, just barely grazing the tip of his tongue over the head of Pestilence’s hard length, just getting a little taste of his flavour.

His plan had just been to prep Pesti and get down to the game, not excite himself. Of course, this worked just as well, and who was he to turn down an opportunity to be with his mate?

The Shadow demon curled his tongue around that engorged head, drawing it into his mouth, nice and slow. Pestilence couldn’t resist, arching up and driving more of his sex into his Shadow’s mouth before realizing it. Jenii didn’t care, he took it all easily, sucking with a tender, almost loving pressure.

He could feel Pestilence’s fingers tangling in his hair, spilling thin strands in random directions. Jenii took that length as deeply as he could, withdrawing it slowly, moving his tongue in random patterns against that hot flesh. At the same time he shifted the caresses and motions his fingers were making.

Jenii couldn’t help but smirk with satisfaction as he heard Pesti’s breath catch, finally escaping with broken little moans. He was trying desperately to catch his breath, gather up enough for coherent words. Jenii contemplated it a moment, then let up on the attentions, giving his little lover a moment of repose.

“Ah… ah… Jenii… please,” Pestilence finally managed to pant.

“Please what?” Jenii purred.

“Need you… please… need you inside me…”

“Hmm, inside you?”

“Yes… please… need you now…”

Jenii pulled back a little further, surveying this slender, dark form in front of him. All it took was a moment of watching Pestilence squirming a little, desperately seeking for those lost attentions.

The Shadow pushed his pants down just enough to free his length from the cloth confines, grabbing Pestilence roughly by his hips and shoving into him. Pestilence cried out, arching his back up off the bed, fists gripping at the sheets. Those strong legs wrapped around Jenii’s hips, almost too tightly for Jenii to move.

Jenii managed to find a rhythm anyway, just barely moving, teasing little strokes. He closed his eyes, focusing on the scents and sounds and sensations. He angled his stroke, seeking for that place of highest pleasure he knew so well. It was easier to feel out with fingers of course, but after this long of studying how that felt and precisely how to best please Pestilence, Jenii didn’t have much problem.

The hot little Force managed to arch up more, Jenii could feel that from how tense and shivering Pestilence became, crying out again as Jenii pushed against that spot. It was too much too soon, Pesti was already threatening to come.

He backed off from that intensely pleasurable sensation, returning to those teasing little thrusts. Pestilence whimpered little begging noises, hands unclenching from the sheets to blindly fumble over Jenii’s stomach, desperate for release.

Jenii was not so desperate, nor so ready to end this. He ignored the begging, focusing again on the feelings surrounding his length, the way the lovely body shuddered around him, letting the pleasure build slowly.

“Jenii… I… I can’t… I’m going to… ah… aaahh,” Pesti’s nails scratched at Jenii’s abdomen.

Jenii purred, loving when Pestilence attempting to talk through moaning. He wrapped his hand around Pesti’s length, encouraging, pumping it strongly in time with his thrusts.

Pesti cried out, shuddering into orgasm, the entire room shuddering a moment later at the intense pulse of power he released. Between that tight heat, Pestilence’s noises and the destruction of the room, Jenii managed to hit his own climax, shuddering his release deep into his lover.

“Ahh… Jenii,” Pestilence panted, shakily playing his fingers as far up Jenii’s abdomen as he could reach.

Jenii purred and lowered himself down atop his mate, nuzzling over his chest and up against his neck, licking affectionately. Pestilence made a soft, breathy almost-giggle, tangling his fingers in Jenii’s hair.

“So cute… right after…”

“Hn, you always think I’m cute. Strange, beautiful Pestilence.”

“You always say I’m beautiful.”

“Nhnn, you are.”

“And you’re always cute.”

“Hn,” Jenii grunted an amused noise, taking just another moment to enjoy this sedated, content feeling. Even his fun game could wait just a little bit.

“Can’t tell me this purr isn’t cute.”

“Not purring,” Jenii denied it, knowing full-well he was purring. There was just something about Pestilence running his fingers through those thin black strands of hair that made Jenii’s eyes close, his muscles relax, and cause that purr to rise from his chest.

“Mhmm, I believe you,” Pestilence replied cheerfully.

“Good,” Jenii nipped at Pesti’s neck, pushing himself up from that warm body.

Pestilence blinked that big purple eye, a little confused or curious, hands attempting to hold onto Jenii for as long as possible before falling back onto the bed. Jenii smirked, affording the abandoned little Force a few caresses as he retrieved the box.

“I have a new game.”

“That wasn’t a game?” Pestilence giggled softly.

“Hn, no.”

“What’s the game?”

Jenii drew Pesti’s leg over his lap, sliding his hand up under his thigh. “A game that I want to win.”

“You never win,” Pestilence teased, wriggling playfully.

“I’m going to win this one,” Jenii took the object from the box without letting Pestilence have a look at it.

The Shadow placed the object where he had been a moment before, pushing between those firm, round muscles. Pestilence made a surprised little noise, gripping the sheets and tensing up. Jenii paused there, caressing those lovely thighs and up Pesti’s side with a loving touch.

“Relax.”

“What… Jenii,” Pestilence blinked.

“It’s not near as large as I am, I made sure,” Jenii pushed it a little bit further, making way easily in the already prepped and slicked passage.

“Still… feels strange… not like you…”

“I’d imagine not,” the demon finished the insertion, reaching for Pestilence’s jeans and sliding them back onto the slender form – even as much as it hurt him to cover up all that raw beauty.

“Jenii?” Pesti wriggled a little.

“This is the game. This remains inside you and you must ignore it, going as you usually do, pretending it is not there. You lose if you become aroused.”

Jenii prowled up Pestilence’s body, fixing his shirt, nuzzling and kissing.

Pesti wrapped his arms around Jenii, still looking a little uncomfortable at this invading object, “Okay… for how long?”

“Hnn… it’s midday now, let us say midnight, half a day shouldn’t be too difficult.”

“Okay,” the Force smiled, nuzzling and kissing Jenii’s cheek.

“Good. Now, don’t you have scythe training?” Jenii smirked a little.

“With…” Pestilence started to object, then remembered he was supposed to ignore this, nodding. “Right, scythe training.”

“Get to it,” Jenii nipped at Pesti’s lip, drawing himself back and watching the Force as he pushed himself up off the bed. He studied the slightly uncomfortable gait as he tied his hair back, following Pestilence to the training room – but not before grabbing something else from the box.

Pestilence seemed to have adjusted to the strange thing inside him by the time he reached the training room, slipping his shirt off with a graceful motion. He stretched out his hands, his scythe appearing there from nowhere.

Jenii prowled himself against the wall, settling down to watch. Pestilence moved the way he always moved, swinging too hard so the weight of the scythe slung him around, jerky near-falling movements, dramatic direction changes brought on by imbalance. There were only a few instances of a sudden stop and a bit of discomfort on Pestilence’s face, but then he continued on.

The Shadow grinned, peering down at the little object in his hands. He titled his head, turning it the correct way, thumb playing over the sliding button, eyeing those notches at each of five numbers. He glanced up, unable to stop himself from grinning, sliding the button to the first notch.

Pestilence cried out, more surprised than anything, clinging to his scythe to stay on his feet. His slender body was shivering, and it took him a moment to focus past that, blinking at Jenii.

Jenii slid the control back down, feigning ignorance, “What?”

“That was…” once again the ignoring realization slipped back into place. Pesti sighed and shook his head, attempting to get back to training.

The demon went back to smirking to himself, watching his lover and letting him alone for a long while. He waited until he could hear Pestilence’s heart beating faster, the blood rush hitting him, sweat glistening over that slender form. That was exciting enough by itself.

Jenii couldn’t resist, he wanted to win this, he wanted to see Pestilence lose in this way, that would be even more thrilling. He slid the button up to the first notch again, catching himself purring to himself as Pesti just nearly hit the floor. Not quite enough, Pesti had learned how to cope with that. So Jenii hit it up another notch.

“Ah!” Pestilence cried out again, less surprised and more heated this time.

The added pleasure moving through him caused Pestilence to lose his footing, bringing him down to one knee. He clung to his scythe, eye sliding shut, panting and whimpering. Jenii let it back down to the first level, watching Pesti just barely getting his control back before pushing it back up, several times, tormenting Pestilence in a very good way – from his point of view.

“This… isn’t fair…”

“Hn, how many times has this phrase come up in our games?” Jenii draped his arms over his knees, tilting his head to match Pesti’s angle.

“Jenii,” Pestilence moaned as Jenii pushed the control not just up to the second level, but the third.

“Don’t know what you’re complaining about,” Jenii feigned ignorance again. What vibration running through Pestilence that he was controlling? There was no controller in his hand, there was nothing inside Pestilence to even vibrate, not a thing. He turned the vibration off again to make this point, there was nothing at all.

Pestilence took a moment to attempt to get up, failing and giving up, crawling over to Jenii instead, abandoning his scythe where it had fallen.

“What’s wrong? Had enough training?”

“Jenii,” Pestilence drawled out again, reaching toward Jenii.

Jenii pushed the control straight up to that third level. Pesti cried out, shuddering a great deal, drawing his hand back and curling up on his side. Both hands moved downward, gripping and tugging at his jeans at the bulge rapidly forming there, desperate to release that growing pressure.

The Shadow purred softly to himself, playing up and down through the controls, first moving slowly back down through the levels, and then quickly back up to the third level, pushing it to the fourth.

Pestilence’s back arched up off the floor, body tense and straining. He attempted to gasp out words between all the moans, but he just couldn’t manage them. Then even those attempts were silenced, nothing but Pesti’s heated moans rising up and filling the training room. Jenii let that go on for another moment, then shut off the vibration.

The Force writhed, one hand pinching at his own nipple and the other stroking at his length now free from denim confines. For all intensive purposes, Jenii had won this game, but it wasn’t quite enough, not yet. Jenii wanted just a little something else.

Pesti managed to gather a few shreds of coherency, forcing his eye open, focusing on Jenii through the haze of pleasure. Pesti hated to bring himself to orgasm without Jenii at least touching him, it just seemed somehow… wrong to the little Force.

“Jenii… please Jenii…”

“What?” Jenii tilted his head, pushing the vibration back to the first setting, just a teasing sensation for the poor strung-out Force.

“Touch me… want you… not… not this… isn’t you… it isn’t you,” Pestilence tried desperately to make his point.

“This isn’t a fun game?”

Pesti’s amethyst eye had fallen closed again, mouth open, breaths shallow and panted. He was trying to calm himself, but he couldn’t stop his hands from desperately attempting to release that intense pleasure.

“It’s good… not as… good as… my Shadow… my bad Shadow,” Pestilence gasped, his words cut off by a long moan. He was so close to coming, but please not without his Shadow.

“Your what Shadow?” Jenii growled lustfully, prowling forward and around Pestilence, having abandoned the vibrator control. It could stay there and do it’s job continuing to torment Pestilence.

Pesti opened his eye and fixed his lusty gaze on Jenii, moaning out the words, “My bad Shadow… who can… get me this hot… not even touching me… please don’t… make me come… without you… you win…”

Lucky for Pestilence, Jenii had been ignoring his own excitement for long enough by this point, he was more than ready to finish this game as well. He’d gotten what he’d wanted, admittance he’d won by turning Pesti on, and doing so without even touching him.

Jenii ran his hands up and down Pesti’s sides, savouring the feel of the smooth skin against his calloused hands. Then he made short work of Pestilence’s jeans, those horrible jeans that covered his beautiful lover. Those smooth thighs rubbed against his hips and sides just the way he loved as he settled down between them.

“Please… Jenii… touch me…” Pesti begged, nearly silent in his breathlessness.

The demon freed his own heavy arousal, sliding it against the tumescent length of his lover, heat to heat. Pestilence gasped, wrapping his hand around both their erections, continuing his desperate stroke. Jenii let his head fall back and moaned quietly, rocking his hips into that rubbing.

“Come with me… my Shadow… my bad Shadow,” Pestilence moaned.

Jenii wrapped his hand over Pestilence’s, squeezing it and the lengths it confined. That added pleasure was too much for poor, strung-out Pesti. His back arched hard up off the floor, arousal jerking between their hands and spilling its seed over Pesti’s belly.

The pulse of power wrecked the training room not half a moment later, thrilling Jenii and pushing him over into his own orgasm, seed spurting to mingle with his lover’s over that dark flesh. Once he’d gathered his senses he would settle down and lick his little mate clean, carefully caress the poor tormented being all over to ease him down from all that intense pleasure. They’d cuddle and kiss for a long, lazy moment before drifting back to their bedroom to cuddle in a content, afterglow-induced daze.

And Jenii would put that vibrator back in the box, and put it away. After all, it wasn’t needed.





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