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CHAPTER 1, PILLOW PALS:
Everest has been haunting apartment 112 for 5 years after he died tragically in the very home. He doesn’t often brag, but he’s successfully scared away all inhabitants across those 5 years, leaving him to the lovely solitude that he relishes in. Now, you may think that in this economy it would be tough getting broke college and university students to give up a cheap apartment, but you’d be wrong. One possession of their most beloved item and they’re screaming bloody murder. Even better; the multitude of rumors stating the apartment is haunted has left it vacant for months recently, and while he would feel bad for the landlord, she was a massive pain in the rear when he was alive, so he doesn’t. Unfortunately, though, it was inevitable that somebody would rent the apartment. After all, when the rent price is so unbelievably low, you can deal with an annoying spirit or two. And so, to Everest’s disappointment, his evening nap in his apartment was interrupted by the sound of the landlord and a strange man talking outside the door. Hearing the click of the lock turning, he already knew what had to be done. Floating out of his bed (a dirty old mattress in the corner of the bedroom), he stretched his incorporeal limbs and dragged his lifeless soul out through the wall of the room. In the main rotunda, he found two individuals. One was the old hag he suspected was outside already, while the other was new, and obviously the new “owner” of the apartment. “Not for long, though.” Everest grinned to himself, adjusting his clouded, and quite frankly useless, golden-rimmed glasses that rested on his nose bridge.
The man being acknowledged glanced his eyes around the area. While a couple pieces of furniture came with the apartment (furniture that Everest didn’t allow to be taken away), there was still work to be done. But it was still neat and tidy, just as Everest liked. “This place looks great. Why hasn’t anyone rented it out yet?” The man spoke, turning towards the landlord. Everest was slightly taken aback by his voice; soft yet deep. He took a moment to study his appearance; dark brown skin and upturned hazel eyes, as well as tight curls long enough to dangle slightly over his eyes. With the addition of his sleeveless turtleneck and excessive amount of ear piercings, he looked…hot. At least, more attractive than the people usually staying in the apartment. But Everest couldn’t let that get to him; he wanted his apartment to himself, and he needed to get the man out of there. Everest just barely registered the name ‘Sonny’ escape the landlord’s mouth and a heavenly laugh coming from a frustratingly handsome man before he left to go wander around for a bit. He’ll come back after sunset; show him who’s boss.
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After a fun run around the apartment building, Everest shuffled his way back home. Looking in the different rooms was always a fun pass time; he wouldn’t admit it, but he liked learning about people, both to run them out of his home, and to simply get to know them better. His favorites were the two residents that he knew before he died, obviously. He wished he could talk to them, tell them that he’s still here, but he can’t. Not without scaring them away like everyone else. With a solemn sigh, he entered the apartment, eyebrows raising at how much decorating had been done. Obviously this ‘Sonny’ guy was productive. Speaking of which, the new resident was, assumedly, in the bathroom, if the light was any indicator. Everest smirked. This was a great opportunity to begin his operation. The ethereal being made his way through the door (literally) and into the bedroom, searching for anything that may be of value. While the room was well-decorated already, similar to the main living area, there were still posters laying on the floor untouched and boxes that weren’t unpacked. Everest had to admit that the guy had good taste, but that didn’t matter now. What the ghost was looking for was anything that had a face on it, which surprisingly, was almost nothing. With the fairy lights strung up and the cat-shaped keychain on his phone, you’d think he’d have stuffed animals or something, but no. The only thing that caught Everest’s eye was a cheap body pillow resting on his bed with some anime guy plastered on the front and back. It looked like it had been thoroughly cuddled, and Everest felt that if it started talking to Sonny, that it would surely drive him out of the apartment (as well as prevent his from ever getting another god awful body pillow, which was a sacrifice Everest was willing to make).
Hearing the bathroom door open in the hall, the spirit quickly made his move; he rested back first onto the pillow, merging his body with the pillow so that he could move and speak through the object. As if on queue, Sonny walked into the room wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. In the glow of the fairy lights, he looked almost angelic, moreso than Everest. The supernatural entity also noted the scars underneath his pectorals and the piercing on his belly button. Before his homosexual mind could point out the trail of hair reaching down under the towel, the man walked over to the bed and sat down, Everest’s non-human body bouncing with the weight. Sonny proceeded to casually check his phone, causing Everest to take the opportunity and slowly rise. Just as he was about to speak, Sonny connected his phone to it’s charger and turned around, the usually light-haired being quickly ragdolling onto the bed. Sonny raised his eyebrow at the pillow, wondering how it had moved, before brushing it off and standing up. Everest once again almost spoke, but got distracted once Sonny dropped the towel, unknowingly flashing the youthful soul his, in Everest’s humble opinion, perfect asscheeks. He felt his ghostly body turn from a frightening blue-ish gray to an embarrassing light pink inside of his temporary physical body. Sonny must’ve known he was here; Everest refused to believe that anybody while alone could look so effortlessly sexy. God, this man made Everest rethink all of his decisions up to this point.
To add insult to injury, when Sonny laid himself onto the bed, the new angle provided Everest with a view of pubic hair leading down into what he assumed was a clitoris, however it was so much more massive than anything Everest had seen that he could barely describe it as one. Everest felt his body get sweaty, even though that isn’t possible. He wanted to adjust his non-existent pants but when he reached downwards, the pillow jolted up as well. Panicking, the boy dropped his arm quicker than ever before, although it was no use.
“Huh?” Sonny questioned, his voice just deep enough to drive the invisible disaster gay insane. God, Everest knew this whole ghost thing was punishment for his past deeds, but did the man upstairs really need to torture him this much? Never in the deceased blond’s life had he wanted to be alive so badly, to drag his finger across chestnut skin and, more importantly, the wet folds between Sonny’s legs. But he couldn’t. He fucking couldn’t and that’s painful. Sonny stared at his pillow form, causing Everest to feel nervous. The man slowly smiled a sweet grin and scuttled closer to the object, running a hand down the top of the pillow. Everest had never been so happy to be physically connected with a pillow, as the calloused hands were felt on his incorporeal skin as well. He pursed his lips, not wanting to give away both his existence and his enjoyment. “Mmm, you wanna participate, huh?” Everest breathed shakily. ‘Yes, please.’ He thought to himself, with the living man’s hand rubbing up and down on his front, just barely missing where his crotch would be. Sonny had to be a spirit whisperer or something.
“Well, Mr. Katsuki,–” Everest forgot that, to Sonny, he was a poorly drawn anime boy, and was taken aback for a few seconds. “–I’ll let you pleasure me tonight.” He chuckled lightly at his strange little roleplay, not knowing he was causing a man to die for a second time. Sonny raised himself up onto his knees, positioning the pillow to be in the middle of the bed before straddling it, coincidentally right on Everest’s hard and transparent cock, restrained and unable to be freed without consequence. Everest finally got a good view of the man’s dripping entrance. It was hypnotizing; Everest had almost completely forgot why he was here in the first place. Sonny reached his long, shaking fingers down to his cunt, scratching a trimmed and red-painted nail on his twitching dick, groaning lowly in pleasure. Everest forced himself to hold his own moan in. After a few torturous moments of Sonny rubbing his clit on top of his apparition roommate, the dark haired male leans down and grips the top of the pillow, Everest shivering in anticipation of his next move. To the specter’s delight, he begins to hump against the pillow, providing slight relief onto Everest’s straining erection. Sonny throws his head backwards and moans beautifully, hair falling onto his face in an unreal way.
“Ahh fuck– yeah, you like that? Shit…” Sonny begins to babble to himself, unable to stop himself from voicing out the fantasy he’s imagining in his head to tell himself complete. Unbeknownst to him, there’s a spirit beneath him that’s holding back his whimpers of pleasure. He can’t continue doing this; Sonny’s rough voice talking to him like that makes it near impossible to hold back. Finally, Everest comes to the decision to reveal himself to Sonny, but not for the reason he was going to initially.
“Sonny.” He speaks, his voice sounding so quiet compared to Sonny, yet deafening. When hearing his name spoken from his pillow, the man in question leaps backwards in shock, staring bug-eyed around his room.
“He-hello??” He shakily speaks out. Everest immediately starts to regret his decision; the last thing he wants is for Sonny to leave like all the others, even though that statement is polar opposite of his original plan.
“Please don’t be frightened; I don’t want to hurt you.” Sonny’s face softens slightly, seeming to empathize with Everest’s tone of voice. “I am Everest. I’m possessing your pillow right now, and I just wanted to say that I think…” The boy paused, feeling bashful suddenly. “...I think you’re very hot.” Sonny sat there for what felt like hours to Everest, face showing he was trying to process the fact his pillow has sentience. After way too long, Sonny blinks and clears his throat.
“Uh…thanks? Have you…been watching me this whole time?” He instinctively covers his crotch with his hands.
“Yes, I…I couldn’t bring myself to leave. You just looked so…yeah..” Everest admitted quietly. Sonny noted how he very much sounded like a stereotypical ghost; his voice sounded quiet and raspy and…
“...Cute.” Sonny couldn’t help the smile that came to his face. While he still needed to come to terms with the idea that he is living with a ghost, he couldn’t help but find the ghost’s awkwardness endearing. He heard a short squawk, confirming his earlier statement more.
“I’m not..cute…” Everest muttered. Nobody had ever told him he was cute before. Sonny chuckled, keeping his eyes locked on the pillow, albeit reluctantly, as he felt he was going crazy.
“Aw, don’t be shy. If you want me, just tell me to my face.” The sentence started with a playful tone, but very quickly faded into seductive, reminding Everest that he was harder than diamond at that moment.
“I want you.” Everest replied almost immediately, causing Sonny to raise his eyebrows in surprise before regaining his composure. He began rocking his hips against the pillow once again, causing a sigh out of Everest.
“So desperate for me, huh? What a little slut you are.” Sonny muttered before beginning to slow down his movement, realizing what he just said. Was he stupid? You can’t just force your kinks onto people– or pillows– that you’ve just met! He was just about to apologize for being inconsiderate when–
“Sonny..– ah– please..” Whimpered the entity laying on the bed, jolting his hips upward for friction, moving the pillow along the way. When he opened his eyes he noticed the reluctance in Sonny’s eyes, seemingly wary of continuing being so vulgar. Everest breathed in deeply, wanting to get Sonny moving as quickly as possible. “Please, um–..daddy?” He begged nervously, watching as Sonny’s eyes darkened with lust. Obviously he did the right thing. His suspicion was proven correct when the man above him began to hump against the pillow even more aggressively than before.
“Fuck yeah– you like getting pleasured by daddy, hm? Want me to wreck you?” Everest let out a loud moan in response– one that could quite possibly be labeled as the most whore-ish sound that has ever left Everest’s mouth. God, if only his exes made him feel this good while he was alive; he felt as though he was going to cum any minute despite not removing any of his phantom outerwear. Sonny groaned loudly and leaned forward to rest his forehead against the pillow. Everest yearned to touch his hair, but he couldn’t. At least not with Sonny enjoying it. Panting in unison, the two got each other off through the strangest medium possible– well, mostly. Everest still had his existent-yet-non-existent trousers holding him back from ecstasy.
“Mmh– ah, daddy please, I need to– I need to take off my pants, can I? Please?” The submissive poltergeist begged, causing Sonny to chuckle shakily, nearing closer to his end faster than expected due to a certain being beneath him, puppeteering the pillow to thrust up into Sonny’s aching dick in sync with his own hips slamming down.
“God, you sound so good. How could I say no to you, baby?” Everest sighed in thank you, momentarily halting his thrusting to pull down his loose, transparent sailor pants, causing the pillow to awkwardly fold in on itself as he stretched downwards. Sonny grinned a little in amusement, but quickly went back to grinding on the now slick-soaked body pillow once Everest laid back down. With his phantom cock now out, he began stroking it quickly, along with Sonny’s movement against his physical form. “Ah– fuck, I’m almost…” His moans began rising in volume, followed by Everest, who hadn’t felt this good in years. He stared down at his new roommates’ pussy, getting wetter and wetter by the minute, and he couldn’t help but wish he could thrust his dick into his soft hole, bringing him to completion through his cock alone. With consent, of course. With that thought moving around his barely-functional, and barely-real brain, he arched his back as his orgasm came over him in a rush. He felt a tear leave one of his eye sockets at the sheer strength.
“Ahh-! Fuck, Sonny–” He couldn’t help but moan as he slowly came down from his high. Sonny looked like he was on the edge as well.
“Fuck– did you come?” Everest nodded his head before remembering that he wasn’t able to be seen
“Y-yes.” Everest sighed. Sonny groaned at the thought and began moving faster. The poltergeist reached his arms outside of the pillow and grasped the man’s hips, even though he couldn’t feel it. “Come on, daddy. Cum on me.” The tired yet still relatively horny ghost murmured as encouragement. His words seemed to do the trick as Sonny let out a worryingly loud moan considering the walls aren’t very thin, as his entire body shook in ecstasy. Everest groaned in response, feeling the bottom area of the pillow get wetter and wetter as the ebony haired man rode out his orgasm. A couple of finishing thrusts later and the boy collapsed onto his pillow, sighing in relief.
“God, that was great. You must get so many ghost bitches.” He mumbled tiredly, causing Everest to chuckle.
“Surprisingly, I don’t get much bitches.” He replied awkwardly. What does he do now? Does he just…leave? Has he been bested by some hot dude with terrible anime taste and now he has to just haunt somewhere else? He should be asking those questions, but he instead decides to focus on Sonny’s fittingly bright laugh.
“Damn, okay. At least you admit it.” Sonny rolls onto his side, cuddling into the side of the pillow, and in turn, the side of Everest. The paranormal being can’t help but feel a little warm inside at the affection. “So, I’m gonna assume this is your little haunting place, right?”
“You’d be correct.”
“Hm…” The gorgeous person beside him looked upwards in thought. “Well, you aren’t killing me, or smashing my plates, so I think I can deal with you being around here.” He gave a wicked grin. “Besides, if having a ghost roomie equals great masturbation material, then I’m in.” Everest chuckled.
“That’s fair. Although I’m sorry if the limitations of my current state of life causes sex to be difficult.” Sonny shrugged, nuzzling his head farther into the pillow, even curling his legs around the soft object.
“Nah, it’s chill. I’ll get you your own pillow if you’d like?” Sonny raised open one of his eyes, looking at Everest in such a nice way that he couldn’t help but wish for different circumstances. The ghost, now full of a comforting yet solemn mix of blue and purple, decides he’d like to do much more than sleep around with this sweet man, and rolls over as well to wrap his transparent arms back around Sonny.
“I’d like that.”