because demons dont sleep

BECAUSE DEMONS DON’T SLEEP

The room shifted. Edges of his vision swirled like black smoke, lazy and thick but not threatening. It was always like this, in this room. If you could call it a room. There were no walls, celling, floor or furniture. Nothing. Just that thick mist that was never really there when Jak looked at it. Was it something to be worried about? It should have been. Not standing or floating in what could almost be described as a dark void. But that wasn’t right either. It wasn’t dark but there was defiantly no source of light.

 

Despite all this, Jak felt comfortable. At peace. Nothing bad could, or ever would, happen here. A safe place that neither man nor beast could enter.

But a dark eco demon could.

Just that thought and Dark was standing before Jak. The demon’s features; pale skin, soulless eyes, white hair, ebony horns and curved talons. All this used to scare Jak. Now it was a comforting sight.

 

“It’s been a while.” Dark smiled. Dark didn’t speak in the real world but here, his voice was smooth and purring. “I was beginning to think you’d had enough of me.”

“Never.” Jak breathed.

A flash of fangs is what passed for a smile and Dark closed the distance between them. One arm snaked around the blonde’s waist and held him close to the demon; the other gripped the base of his hair and gently forced his head back to expose the tender flesh of Jak’s neck.

Dark’s tongue, more purple than red, protruded and licked a solid wet line from Jak’s collarbone to chin. Dark nipped at the area where goatee ended and neck began, earning an approved groan from the hero. Aside from using leg muscles to stand, Jak went limp. Dark knew all his buttons and before Jak pulled himself from this meditative state, all those buttons would be pushed.

In the real world, Jak was sitting cross-legged on his bed. Elbows on his knees, head hanging and breathing deep enough to be mistaken for sleep. A year ago Samos had taught him meditation in a bid for Jak to calm his mind and control the murderous dark eco that now flowed through him. He needed it after defeating Kor and sending his younger self into the past.

It worked, but not quite the way anyone had planned. Jak was calmer yes, but he was no closer to controlling the dark creature.

“You’re thinking too much again.” Dark chided softly, using Jak’s hair as a crude handle to bring them back to eye level. “You’re not supposed to think when you’re here.”

 

“New rule?”

“Unspoken.” With a pale hand splayed in the center of Jak’s chest, Dark pushed.

Jak fell backwards without fear and landed on pillows that hadn’t existed a moment before. Dark lay down next to him like a lounging cat. “Speak. Neither of us will find enjoyment until you say what is on your mind.”

Jak considered his next words. How do you ask the dark version of yourself to both go away and never leave? “Dark… when you take over my body, do you have to take over my mind as well?”

Dark raised a white eyebrow.

“What I mean is, I don’t really remember anything when you take over. Just flashes of things.” He sighed. “I want to be aware of I do.”

Dark shifted down and over so his elbows rested on either side of Jak’s hips settled so his chin lay just above Jak’s navel. “You want control, yes?”

“Yeah.”

“There is nothing to stop you gaining control when I surface. Other than your own fears of course. But this is understandable; you’re not ready to take control. Not yet.” While he talked, his hands wandered. And every piece of clothing he touched dissipated into faint wisps of the black fog the room was made of. It wasn’t long before Jak was naked under Dark’s attention.

He didn’t need to look down the length of his body to know that Dark was also naked. Everything that either of them did was mirrored on the other. Every moment of pleasure and pain inflicted by either one would be felt with equal force on the other. It was so intoxicating and addictive that it was the reason Jak meditated into his own mind more and more. He’d given up the moral dilemma of if this was right or wrong. He no longer cared if what he was doing was considered sex or masturbation. All he knew was the mind numbing pleasure and the knowledge that the darkness wanted him as much as he wanted it.

“What do you mean?” he asked, his breath quickening as Dark lightly ran those curved talons down his sides.

“If you wanted control all you would have to do is accept that you are a killer. Accept that you alone have mastered how to channel eco into a weapon.” Dark shifted down, hovering with warm breath over Jak’s cock. “Just accept and embrace that I am a part of you. Know that you are a ruthless killer and the bloodshed brings you joy.” A tongue flicked out and licked at his head. “We are one and the same person Jak, not two separate entities. Accept it and I will fade back into the nothingness.” Another lick, slower this time. “Only then will you be rid of me and have your precious control.”

Jak panted when Dark began sucking the tip of his cock. “No…”

“No?” Dark questioned.

Jak grabbed Dark by the horns and pulled him up for a kiss. Teeth clicked together and Jak slipped a tongue past shape incisors. Long ago had he mastered the art of kissing someone with fangs. “I don’t want to be rid of you.” Jak felt his heart hurt at the thought of Dark disappearing.

Dark returned the kiss with vivacity. “Then I will stay. If you can accept that I will do what is necessary for you.”

“I’ll still black out, wont I?” Jak asked as Dark lowered himself to take Jak into his mouth again.

“Yes.” Dark answered between licks and sucks. “I am the evil the world needs. So it is better you think of us as two different beings.” A strong hand encircled his shaft. “I know there is still a lot on your mind, but perhaps I could distract you for a time? I have missed you these last few weeks.”

“Yeah. Torn’s been running me raggard lately. Haven’t had much time for myself.” Jak smiled.

Rather than answer the blonde, Dark went back to work. Most of Jak’s friends knew to leave the hero alone during his meditation times. All believing he was searching for a way to control the eco when the truth was much more sexually gratifying. And until Jak found himself a mate in the real world, Dark would continue to indulge in the raw pleasure so willingly offered to him.

Oral sex was something Dark loved to indulge in. The hard yet silky flesh sliding between his fangs and over his tongue was only second to the noises he could draw from Jak. The lower he licked, the deeper Jak groaned and when Dark added his teeth into the mix, biting down with the utmost care, Jak lashed out and gripped Dark by the horns. He wasn’t trying to stop Dark, he just needed something to hold onto as his release came closer.

Dark didn’t mind the crushing grip. His horns were designed to handle tremendous forces so Jak’s grip went almost unnoticed by the dark one. Jak was only holding on, he wasn’t trying to stop or direct Dark’s actions. So now Dark was faced with the decision; did he continue and let Jak come? Or stop and tease the hero some more?

Dark made him decision when Jak whole body began to twitch with pleasure. He growled deeply, sending vibrations through Jak’s cock and smirked inwardly as Jak almost screamed. He continued to growl, softer then louder to send different waves of vibrations though Jak’s swollen member.

“ahh… y-y…. fuck!” Jak tensed as he came, shooting his scalding hot load down Dark’s throat.

Dark drank it down without thought, just continued to growl softy around sensitive skin until Jak couldn’t take anymore. A tug on Dark’s horns and the demon let him go and settled to lie down more comfortably against Jak’s side.  His own erection left unattended. It would take a few minutes for the blonde to recover and then he would receive the attention his dick was aching for.

“You’re too good at that.” Jak stated breathily.

“Indeed.” Dark agreed. “It is my duty after all.”

Jak threaded his fingers though white hair and rubbed at Dark’s scalp in an appreciative gesture. “It’s not really your duty. Aren’t we equal?”

Dark purred. He loved having his scalp massaged like that. “Of course we’re not equal. I am far more powerful then you could ever be on your own. But I am bound to use that power to protect you.” He sighed and curled an arm around Jak’s waist. “When you accept me, that power will be yours to use as you see fit. But I will not be there to protect you anymore. I will die because you no longer need me.”

Jak sat up quickly enough to jostle Dark off him. “Fuck it! Why do you have to say shit like that?” he frowned down at Dark who merely stared back up at him with those soulless eyes, clawed hands resting on his naked abdomen. With anyone else it might have looked cute, but everything about Dark screamed power and danger. “Well?” Jak prompted.

“Do not upset yourself Jak. The truth is what it is. The day will come when you no longer need me and I will fade back into the eco I was born from. In a sense, I will die and you will control all my powers without ever the need to transform. Isn’t that what you want?”

Jak’s eyes downcast. “Yes…. But I don’t want you to die. I don’t want you to leave me alone. You promised.”

Dark knew the promise Jak was referring to. When Dark was first pulled into existence by the dark eco treatments, he’d spoken to Jak. Then, he could only whisper through the youths mind or visit him in his dreams. He was there, but not. He had vowed to always be there for Jak and help him extract his revenge on those who had dared to harm him. Jak was alone for two years and Dark promised he would never be alone again.

Dark sat up and kissed Jak, nibbling at his lower lip. “You don’t need me as much as you used to. You have friends now, friends that will not leave you to suffer. Daxter is even more determined to stay by your side. He alone you can trust more than anyone. It’s the reason I don’t attack him. I can feel his soul resonate with yours. In here.” He placed a hand over his own heart. “Daxter will be there for you Jak, even if he never regains his humanity. He will always stand by your side. You’ll never be alone.” Dark smiled. Inwardly, it was sad but he wouldn’t let Jak see that.

He wished he could exist as a separate being from Jak. He wished he could stand by him and be a friend, not a monster and a weapon. But that was never going to happen. Jak will one day accept what he is and Dark will die. He was not afraid of death. If that is what it could be called, he would dissolve back into the eco and exist only as a form of power.

He was jealous of Daxter. Jealous the ottsel could offer Jak what he could not. Daxter could be there for the hero and keep him sane. Dark knew that. He also knew the time would come when Dark would have to force Jak into hating him again. When the demon first came into existence, he’d scared the youth. Now it resembled love and because of that, Jak would never try to take control. He would try to keep Dark with him. But dark eco was not so kind; it would eventually tear Jak apart unless that power was diluted.

Dark knew that soon, he would have to break Jak’s trust in him. He would have to force him into hating the demon and fight for control once again. The effects of the dark eco would lesson with Dark’s death and effectively save Jak.

 

But Jak wasn’t ready for Dark to die, not yet. So for now he would do what he could to make Jak happy. And right now that meant pulling the blonde on top of him and doubling his efforts of distraction.

The kiss deepened and hands roamed across backs and down sides, both males grinding into each other with zest. Dark mewled wantonly and thrust into Jak’s hand as his engorged member was finally given the attention it sort for. They were pressed close enough together that Dark didn’t have to make much of an effort to break the kiss and bite at Jak’s neck, just below the adam’s apple where he knew he could get some wonderful sounds out of the blonde man.

Jak was going to go mad if he didn’t get to that mouth again. But for the moment he let Dark nip and lick at his neck because the actions sent waves of pleasurable shivers through his body. He squeezed Dark’s cock tighter to show his appreciation and moved so he was straddling the others hips without breaking any contact.

 

Dark carefully raked his claws down the others back, grabbing that wonderfully tight ass, and began sliding his finger in and out between said ass’s cheeks. He could feel the others entrance tighten and twitch with every pass he made over it. He growled; the sound resonating deep in his chest when Jak shifted and pressed them together, gripping both their cocks and pumping them even harder. Dark couldn’t help put press his finger into the warm twitching hole.

Jak’s eyes shot wide at the feeling of being penetrated by the demon’s clawed finger. It was always a strange feeling. Dark was always careful, he knew the right amount of pressure and direction needed from the claws to inflict pleasure rather than tear flesh from bone. It was a lot of trust to put in someone designed for flesh-tearing.

Jak was about to say something but forgot what it was when that finger slipped in and out again, going deeper and making his body feel weak. Rather than fight it, Jak allowed himself to collapse on top of Dark.

Dark smirked to himself as he continued to press inside Jak’s warm cavern. He loved the feel of the other collapsing on him and the noises he was making were intoxicating. Pressing his middle finger all the way in he watched as Jak’s eyes shot open again. He said something that could have been in another language with the way it tumbled incoherently from his lips.

Jak’s shoulders tensed, muscles in his back dancing as he writhed and panted with Dark’s actions. The demon had quickly found his sweet spot and was teasing it mercilessly. Dark nibbled along his shoulder as he pushed his digit in farther. He could feel Jak’s labored breath against his neck, and smiled, pushing in a second finger.

 

Jak let out a hiss then moaned immediately after when his sweet spot was hit again. Feeling those two clawed fingers moving inside him as Dark pumped him with his other hand was such a surreal feeling, he wanted more, and voiced that insane craving.

“More.” He panted. “Please more.” Jak wasn’t ashamed of begging. Not to Dark.

Dark twisted and pulled his fingers out, letting them circle around the other man’s entrance, barely touching the skin. Dark propped himself up on his right elbow, letting go of Jak’s cock in favor of grabbing the youth by the back of the neck to attack at his mouth again.

 

“Please.” Jak begged again, breaking the kiss.

This time Dark complied with those words. It didn’t take much effort to switch their positions so Jak was laid out underneath him. Dark could lift and throw a family sized zoomer over his head, compared to that; a seventeen-year-old twice world savior was nothing.

Kneeling in between the others thighs, Dark raised his partner’s hips and aligned himself. With an almost crushing grip on Jak’s ass, he pushed himself in. Not as slowly as he should have but not as fast or rough as he wanted to.

Jak bowed his back at the feeling of the penetration, letting out a small cry. The feeling of Dark penetrating him always stung but was quickly replaced with the throbbing pleasure. Clenching his muscle, Jak heard Dark give a heated groan, said groan grew into another resonating growl of pleasure. Jak swore to himself as Dark shifted and his cock hit that wonderfully sweet spot. Any discomfort was forgotten in that moment.

Dark took in a deep hissing breath through clenched fangs at the feeling at how tight those flesh walls were. He loved how warm it was inside, and it was just as silky inside as his skin was on the outside. The growling continued as he pulled out to his head and then shoved quickly back in. He felt Jak twitch and writhe beneath him as he hit that little bundle of nerves again, and then again, and again, and again. Dark growled a little deeper each time he thrust inside, and beneath him Jak made deep moans and groans between labored panting.

Both men were now breathing and sweating hard, meeting each other with rocking hips and thrusts. Jak moaned deeply when Dark took a hold of his shaft again. The demon pumped him with a sporadic rhythm that caused Jak to moan like a wonton whore and jerk sharply beneath him. It was mind blowing and addicting. He wasn’t going to last much and it was getting even harder now that he had those strong fingers on his member.

Dark snarled viciously as his thrusts became erratic as his body began to lose rhythm in search of release. He hoisted one of Jak’s legs up and over his shoulder to deepen his thrusts. The moaning and mewling noises beneath him helped to push him over that edge and his release came hard. He shoved himself in as deep as possible and held himself there, claws digging into the soft flesh of Jak’s ass, enough to pierce and bleed but somehow he held back from raking those claws through meat and into bone as his savage nature so wanted to. He roared and emptied himself into the man below him. His mind barely registered the sounds of gasps and heat as Jak came, spilling his seed over his own abdomen. With one last full-body shudder, Dark collapsed on top of the hero, still imbedded inside him.

Jak’s leg fell from the demon’s shoulder with the movement and winced as Dark removed his claws. It hadn’t hurt at the time, still didn’t, but when the euphoric high wore off it was sure to hurt like a bitch. But at least ten puncher marks was better than having his inside ripped out. A favorite killing method from the dark eco creature. He buried a hand in Dark’s snowy hair and patted him like he knew Dark loved.

After a few minutes, Dark lifted himself, ignoring the squelching of fluids as he moved and placed a quick kiss on abused lips. “I am sorry about this.” He apologized, running a hand over the wounds on Jak’s ass and lifting the bloody hand back up to his own face. He sniffed at the blood before his tongue darted out and he licked the red liquid from it on impulse.

“Dark…” Jak was tired and Dark was too preoccupied with cleaning up the blood on his hand. “Dark.” Jak tried again, swatting at Dark’s hand to get his attention. The demon looked up at him with the tip of his tongue still protruding from pale lips. “Please get off me, my joints are locking up.”

Dark obeyed and pulled out of Jak with a wet sound. He fell to Jak’s side as the blonde winced when he stretched his legs out to work out the stiffness that had settled in his joints from being bent in such a position for too long. There was still blood lingering on his claws and Dark couldn’t help himself but try to get all of it cleaned up. He did feel bad for hurting Jak and felt he had to make up for it. Jak wouldn’t have any of these injuries in the real world, aside from breathing he hadn’t moved a single muscle since he first began his meditation. But Dark treated this place as though it was all real. If they could inflict both pleasure and pain in this place, then Dark felt obligated to correct the mistake he made.

So Dark waited and let the comfortable silence surround them as both their hearts and breathing returned to its normal state. He quietly watched Jak as his eyes got heavier and the youth began to drift to sleep. Dark knew if Jak fell asleep here, he would return to the real world and leave Dark alone once again. So he propped himself up on one elbow and cupped the side of Jak’s cheek tenderly.

“Remember what I told you. Trust your friends and know that I’ll be there whenever you need me.”

Jak smiled sleepily and lent into the touch. “okay.”

It didn’t take long for Jak to fade into the black mist and leave Dark alone once again. The place that couldn’t be called a room dissolved as well so not even the swirling haze existed anymore, leaving the demon suspended in a void of nothingness. He lifted his hand and sniffed at it. Even the scent of blood was gone.

He sighed and stared out into the nothingness, the hollowness settling into his chest like it did every time Jak left him. He closed his eyes, for the good it would do him when the thought of sleep was a fools dream.

Because demons don’t sleep.