Archive of Our Own ^beta

Six shots. Two beers. One mixed drink.

The buzz is floating through Sapnap’s head. He can’t stop giggling, laughing, and joking as he throws himself all over his friends. He’s desperate for their touch and attention, but moves on quickly to his next victim once they’ve given him what he wants. One after another he skips through their little group, tossing himself giddily from the sofa to the chair to the floor just to get closer to whoever he’s set his sights on for the time being.

He’s collapsed onto Karl’s lap when he notices George stepping away, wobbling his way down the hall that leads out of the living room. Sapnap leaps up, following his friend shakily as the need for his gaze grows in him. He smacks into a few walls on the way, but he just keeps going.

George dips into the guest bathroom and Sapnap manages to get between the door and the frame before it can shut, slipping his way in behind George who's already got his pants and underwear pulled down to his mid thigh. Damn, his ass is nicer than some girl’s asses. It looks nice and round and hairy and… Smackable.

Sapnap’s arm reels back before he can think about it, striking George’s bare ass hard. The sound echoes and recoils around them as Sapnap trips over his own feet. He lands against George’s back. George yelps and groans, barely managing to keep his footing as he attempts to start his stream back up. “Did you follow me?”

Sapnap nods against his shoulder, twisting his arms around George’s middle contentedly. This feels so nice. Warmth spreads through him, radiating from his gut until it takes over his entire body. His face finds a spot against the base of George’s neck. He smells like sweat and expensive cologne and liquor. “You smell like ass.”

“Then stop sniffing me, you fucking dog.” George laughs as he yanks his pants up again. Sapnap clings to him as he tries to leave the bathroom.

“Wash your hands, freak.”

“Don’t want to.”

“Don’t care.” Sapnap tugs at George’s waist until they’re both stood in front of the sink. “Wash.”

“You’re an idiot.” George says that, but he still turns on the sink and soaps up his hands thoroughly. His fingers are slim and Sapnap finds himself reaching to interlock his with them. Soap coats his palm, but he doesn’t mind. He just holds George’s hand tighter until it reaches the water and then he starts wiggling his hand to help clear the soap off of their skin. George laughs, gripping Sapnap’s hand in between both of his to rinse it off gently. “There. All clean.”

“Mmm.” Sapnap hums, looking at his reflection over George’s shoulder. His mouth is blocked, but his eyes look big and round in the mirror. His gaze shifts to George. His cheeks are flushed a bright pink and his lips are nearly red. His face is soft and pretty and there’s stubble on his chin that he hasn’t bothered to shave in a few days. Sapnap wants to feel it on his face.

He grips George’s hips, turning him around while wondering what exactly his plan is. Does he have one? He isn’t sure. Sapnap keeps humming softly to himself, closing his eyes and letting his body take over. It knows what to do.

Sapnap’s lips touch something soft and warm and round. George’s lips. He groans, pinning George against the bathroom sink with his hips as his hands come up to dig into his thick head of hair. Their noses bump together and Sapnap finds himself laughing as he drags his mustache against George’s. 

Eager hands grip Sapnap’s cheeks, holding him in place as George’s mouth moves effortlessly against his. Sapnap presses further against him, pushing against the leading that George attempts to do. Their mouths fight and Sapnap finds his teeth hitting George’s repeatedly as their bodies grind together.

“Damn.” George pants out, holding Sapnap’s face in place as he takes a deep breath.

“Fuck.” Sapnap breathes out.

A knocking sound sends him jolting back and Sapnap looks at the door wildly. Karl’s voice calls out from the other side. “George? Are you almost done? I gotta piss.”

“Go use Sapnap’s. Pretty sure he’s blowing mine up right now.” George answers quickly and Sapnap feels his pulse go down a bit. George covered for him. No one knows he’s in here.

“Okay. Don’t drown in there.” Footsteps fade away with Karl’s laughter and Sapnap allows himself to sink fully into the wall behind him.

“Hey.” George steps closer to him, hand outstretched as if to give some form of comfort or solace. Sapnap recoils, squeezing himself into a corner and holding his hands out to keep George from touching him.

“Don’t.” He whispers, clenching his teeth hard enough to bite back how much his mouth hates saying that. Some part of him actually wants George to ignore his words and invade his bubble and kiss him again , but the rest of him feels like it’s a breath away from implosion. His heart is racing and Sapnap can feel his brain pulsing against his skull.

George backs off, watching Sapnap as heavy breaths wrack through his body. He feels like he’s going to shatter. He needs to breathe. He needs to think. He needs to… He needs to get out before he does something stupid again .

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Sapnap sits anxiously in front of his computer, clenching his teeth as he thinks over what happened last night. All those feelings that had bubbled up inside of him… All of those feelings that George had been a catalyst for. His eyes clench shut as he clicks the first link on his screen.

Doing this feels stupid. He knows that he’s straight. He has to be.

And yet…

‘Am I gay?’ The question is sprawled across the top of his monitor in bright, rainbow letters. 

All of the questions are stupid. Or, rather, they make Sapnap feel stupid. ‘Are you attracted to people who share a gender with you?’ His mouse floats over ‘yes’ before quickly shifting over to ‘no’ and hitting it. He goes down the line quickly. ‘Have you ever found people of the same gender attractive?’ He clicks ‘no’ and his knee begins jerking up and down. ‘Have you ever had an intimate relationship with someone of the same gender?’ ‘No’. The fingers on his other hand begin tapping sporadically against the top of his desk. Every question just adds to his jitteriness until he’s trembling in his chair. 

Finally, he reaches the end and a bright screen pops up. ‘You are most likely Straight’. Yes. Yeah. See? He’s straight.

He swallows his own spit angrily. Right. See? Nothing to worry about.

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“You’re acting weird.” George frowns at Sapnap from the other side of the couch, his arms and legs sprawled around himself lazily. He’s got on soft-looking sweat shorts that bunch up around his upper thighs and a t-shirt that fits around his body loosely. 

Sapnap can feel his blood boiling at the visual, lighting up inside of him and pulsing through his veins desperately. He clutches the couch’s throw pillow closer to his body to keep his reaction hidden. “I’m not.”

George rolls his eyes. “Is this because of that kiss? Dude, just forget about it if it bothers you that much. You’re such a bitch.”

“Suck a dick.” Sapnap snaps back without thinking, grinding his teeth together as he imagines George with a dick deep in his stupid fucking mouth. And it’s totally not gay that he can only picture his own cock pushing past those lips. No. That’s just because… Well, he’s most familiar with his own dick, obviously. Yeah… Yeah.

“You’d love that, wouldn’t you?” George taunts, holding up his hands and mimicking pushing a dick into his mouth. Fuck. 

“I hate you.”

“You love me.”

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Sapnap needs something–anything–that can help him. He can’t stand even being around George now. Everything has changed and his body keeps having reactions that make him so angry all the time. He needs a way out of this. Something to fix what he’s feeling.

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He finds himself praying, speaking to a God that must have a hell of a sense of humor to be fucking with him like this. He begs and pleads for something that can help him. 

After a while of waiting, he decides to take matters into his own hands.

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Sapnap’s face flushes as he lights candles around the circle he’s built up. Salt and silver shavings are mixed together and have been placed down in a solid line that loops back to connect the tips. It’s not quite a perfect circle, but Sapnap feels like it’d be a bit silly to make it one. Although, if he’s being honest, all of this is fairly silly as is. 

Who would have ever guessed Sapnap would be summoning a demon? Or… Does a succubus count as a demon? He assumes it must, right? He doesn’t really know much about this kind of stuff. Only what’s in the book that's sitting open on his desk in the corner of the room, instructing him on exactly how to set this whole thing up. He probably wouldn’t have even touched the thing before last month, but after everything with George… He’s just so confused and he had seen some stuff online about succubi being able to… Help in situations like this. They can fix him. She can fix him.

He litters handfuls of roses around the ring once all of the candles have a flame to them. The book said that setting a romantic scene can help with making sure that the user–Sapnap–summons a creature that they will wholly desire. A perfect woman succubus. 

He grabs the book, taking it with him into the circle. He settles down on the throw pillow he’s placed there, chewing on his lip for a solemn minute before taking a deep breath.

The ‘spell’ or whatever it is is in a language that Sapnap can’t speak, but he thinks it might be Latin? It looks familiar enough, he thinks. He closes his eyes before he begins reading the incantation, giving himself a beat to gather all of his courage before his eyes spring open once more. His index finger presses against the page. “Lege desideria mea et invenies viam tuam.” As soon as the words are out Sapnap sets the book in front of him and grabs the small pocket knife from beside him, slicing through the top of his arm before he can think about it too much. 

The pain barely registers as the room around him heats up, steam rising from seemingly nowhere. The fire that lights the top of the candles around him flickers. Left, then right, then up. They all grow, smoke filling the room before collecting together into streams that guide Sapnap’s eyes directly in front of him. A form begins to take place. It’s low to the ground, almost as if the figure being built is crouching. Watching him as if he’s prey to be caught. 

All the hairs on his arms raise at once and the candles flash bright before dimming down suddenly until they’re completely snuffed out. In front of him, the figure solidifies. It has short, wild hair that floats around its head like a halo, but that’s quickly overshadowed by the horns that extend out from its forehead. Her body is slim, yet her shoulders are squared off. Her face is angular, yet still soft and… Familiar. Her face is… 

His. That’s George’s face. And… Sapnap takes a moment to look the creature over again. That’s George’s body. What the fuck?

“Sapnap?” George’s lips form his name so easily as he sits back onto his haunches. His legs are… different than they usually are. Like his ankles have been raised and extended in some fashion. Thick hair–or maybe it’s fur?–covers the long, animal-esque legs. 

“George?” Sapnap can feel himself panicking as he looks George over further. His hands are massive with claws, skin darkening toward his extremities until it reaches a dark, charcoal color at the end of his fingertips. “No. No!” Sapnap grabs the book again, ignoring how blood seeps from his arm as his pulse races. “This isn’t right! It was supposed to…” He rereads the passages on the page, groaning as he finally realizes the non-gendered language that’s used. No gendering… But also no mention of humans becoming succubi. “What the fuck? What did I do? This isn’t right.”

“Sapnap.” George says his name again and Sapnap clenches his jaw as he ignores the call. His entire body jitters under the sharp gaze that’s been set upon him. “Sapnap. Look at me.”

“No.” He snaps back, keeping his eyes on words that he’s not even really reading right now because he can’t see through the tears that are welling up. “This isn’t right. I was trying to… She was supposed to fix me. Where is she?”

George repeats his name and Sapnap forces himself to shut his eyes to keep himself from looking up. His breaths feel too big for his body, never fully leaving him and instead expanding his insides like a balloon that will never pop. “Please. Sapnap, just look at me.” He doesn’t. George sighs and Sapnap hears him shuffling on the floor, probably crushing the rose petals that are scattered between them. Sapnap can feel the heat of his body approaching, but–more than that–he can feel the energy that George emits hitting him from every single angle.

“Stay away.” He warns, panting out stuttered breaths as he shakes his head. 

“It’s not like I can really get any closer with that ring you’ve made around yourself.” George’s voice is cool and calm, just like it always is. It’s infuriating and hot and stupid and Sapnap fucking hates it. He hates that he likes it. “What were you trying to do? Where did you get that book?”

“I bought it online. It had so many good reviews and everyone said…” He shakes his head, wiping at his angry tears as he sniffles. “I was trying to summon a succubus–a girl succubus–so that she could fix me.”

“‘Fix you’? What the hell needs to be fixed about you?” George sounds frustrated and Sapnap has the urge to laugh, but he doesn’t. “Your stupidly thick head or your fucking stubbornness? What could some girl fix about you?”

Sapnap doesn’t even think he can really say it. “You know.”

George’s jaw ticks up a bit. His mouth is set in a straight line. “Say it.”

He doesn’t want to. He can’t . “Why couldn’t you just be a woman?” He laments, angry with George, but also with himself. 

George’s figure glimmers, changing before Sapnap’s eyes. His sharp, masculine features soften, rounding out. His hair meets his shoulders, flowing prettily from his scalp. His body becomes an endless picture of soft curves and round hips. It’s not too different from his regular body, but there’s a new air of femininity around him. He looks… Sapnap wants to say ‘perfect’ or ‘beautiful’ and while both are true, even he knows that he’s just fooling himself at this point. He much prefers George’s old look.

 “What the hell are you? I thought you were…” Sapnap frowns. “I thought you were human. Like me.”

George sighs as his glamour falls and glances away. “I can appear human, for periods of time.” He purses his lips. “I was hoping to explain all of this to you in time. You just had to rush it, didn’t you?”

“I didn’t rush anything. I wasn’t even trying to summon you .” Sapnap sneers, fingers gripping the book so tight that he can see them turning white. He looks at the incantation again. Maybe he just said it wrong last time or something. “Lege desideria mea et invenies viam tuam.” Smoke and lights and… George disappears. “Yes, it-” He flashes back into the same spot. Sapnap groans. He says it again and again and again. Nothing changes. George just keeps appearing in front of him and he wants to scream. “Why? What the hell is happening?”

“Well I could explain it if you would quit fucking with my corporeal form.” George snaps, crawling as close to Sapnap as he physically can. There’s still almost a foot of space between them. Sapnap sets the book down in his lap slowly, awaiting George’s explanation. Maybe it will make this all… No, nothing could make this shit make sense. George sighs quietly, his body glimmering as he readjusts himself. His legs become human-esque again with a pair of tight shorts covering him. Sapnap hates those shorts. “I don’t even really know where to start with this.”

“Are you a demon?” 

George makes a face. “I guess? Technically, I’m a concubus. We’re not really part of that whole ‘demon, God, whatever’ thing. We just kind of… Do our own shit, I guess.”

“A ‘concubus’?” 

George sighs. “I’d have to go into the Latin for you to really explain that. Honestly, the term is really new. Hell, fifteen years ago I would just be called an incubus no matter what. Stuff got updated with the internet.” He laughs a bit. “In the simplest terms possible: succubus is for bottoms, incubus is for tops, and concubus is for us that will play either role. Does that make sense?”

Sapnap nods slowly. “I guess.” He chews on his lip for a moment. “Why did you show up when I tried to summon a… Do I still say succubus because I wanted a woman? Does it matter?”

George just shrugs. “If you were trying for a succubus, then yeah, I guess. But, as for my presence, well…” He pauses, closing his eyes as his thumb and forefinger take hold of the bridge of his nose. “Fuck. Okay, I think I should just say this.”

“Go on.”

That earns Sapnap a sharp glare. “So, you’ll never be able to summon a succubus, incubus, or concubus that isn’t me.”

“Why not?”

A heavy breath leaves George and his body sort of deflates. “Because… Fuck, humans never react well to this shit. I was supposed to have time to ease you into it.”

“Just spit it out!” Sapnap yells, already feeling like he’s about to fly off the pillow he’s sitting on to beat the answer out of George. 

“We’re… I think you might call it ‘mates’. We’re a pair, basically. You can’t summon anyone else for… explicit activities. Just me.” George gives a small shrug before biting his lip. He looks into Sapnap’s eyes for a moment, seemingly sensing his apprehension of the situation that’s befallen him. “Hold on. I’ll prove it.” He takes a breath and closes his eyes as he snaps his fingers. “This,” He starts as a glittering of magical flame appears for a moment around the base of his slender neck before being replaced by thick leather and shiny metal clasps and hooks. Sapnap is near mesmerized by the sheen of it, taking in the showy workmanship of the piece for a long moment before noticing the metal tag hanging off the front. His name is engraved into the plate. A soft smirk plays at Goerge’s lips and then he continues, “This collar is yours and mine, growing ever heavier on my neck the further our souls intertwine. I am yours, a misfit heart adopted by the kindness of your fragile being. Accepted and held in higher regard than a monster like me deserves and so grateful for the chance I’m being presented.”

It all seems so… Rehearsed. Practiced. Like a script he’s reading from or something. George would never say shit like this. He’s a fucking idiot. “And what chance is that?” Sapnap asks with bated breath, nearly entranced by the fanciful words that bubble and pool around them both. He takes a breath in an attempt to pull himself out of it.

“The chance to love you.” George responds, his cool demeanor suddenly growing sheepish and soft in a way Sapnap has never seen him before. It’s beautiful. It’s bullshit .

Sapnap just stares at him for a minute. “You’re such a fucking asshole. Tell me the fucking truth. Was this whole thing a set up?” He stands up, stomping over the book and crossing the salt line angrily. His hands reach to wrap around George’s neck, lifting him up into the air as his nails dig into the skin. “Is this all fucking smoke and mirrors or…” He pauses as a wave of heat hits him. “What the-” His entire body throbs, except for his palms. They’re so cool. George’s skin… Sapnap draws him close, nearly purring at the chill that takes over every inch that their skin meets. 

"Sapnap?" George calls his name almost frantically, touching his cheeks and pressing the back of his hand to Sapnap's forehead carefully. He glances down. "Oh shit. You left the circle! Get back in! We still have so much to talk about before-"

Sapnap resists George as he attempts to shove him back into the ring, pushing at the granules that make it up with his foot until the entire thing is disrupted. He doesn't care about talking right now. All he wants to do is–well– George . “Fuck.” He groans, drawing George closer to him as he settles his face into the crook of his neck. He smells amazing.

“No. No! Sapnap, you need to make the circle again! We’re not done-”

“Shut up.” Sapnap reaches to place a hand over George’s mouth. “Your voice is so fucking annoying. All sexy and stupid and shit. Wish you knew how to keep your mouth fucking shut.” His mouth presses against George’s skin. “You’re such a bitch.”

George grumbles against his hand, gripping his wrist hard as he attempts to wrench it away from his face. He manages to yank it down a bit so that he can speak. “Please. I don’t want you to run away again. I don’t want you to regret this. Please stop and make the circle again.”

“I don’t want to.” Sapnap pulls his hand from George’s grasp, reeling his head back as his fingers slip around the collar that’s been revealed to him. George groans loudly and his knees buckle beneath him before his legs transform into their more animalistic form again. “Fuck.” Sapnap tugs on the collar hard, readying his mouth for George’s and letting out a heady moan when they connect. This feeling… It’s so fucking good. Damn.

The small horns on George’s head extend, curling around behind his ears as his body lengthens. His chest trembles as Sapnap leads him backward to the wall. His body presses between George’s legs and he thinks absently that he wants George’s human legs back. A moment later, they appear. Woah. Did he do that? 

“Don’t do that too much.” George’s voice drops to a quiet mewl. “My body won’t be able to handle so much transformation at once. Especially with you being against me like this. I already feel like I’m overloading.”

“I’ll do whatever I want.” Sapnap finds himself growling with no intentions of going against George’s warning. He doesn’t know what might happen if he overloads George’s body with transformation commands. He releases the collar, sliding his hand down along George’s chest as his tongue traces over the top of the collar on the delicate skin of George’s neck. 

“Sapnap.” Hearing his name on George’s lips drives Sapnap mad. He lifts his face, connecting his lips with George’s. It’s even better than it was before. Without the alcohol in his system Sapanp can feel every minute detail of George’s mouth on his. Sharp fangs slice his lips as George’s forked tongue twists around his.

“You’re mine.” Sapnap groans, sloppily kissing George all over as his hands prance down George’s soft sides. “You’re mine and I’m going to fuck you until we both can feel it inside of us.” He doesn’t know what he’s saying, just that he’s right. He is going to fuck George until they’re both left stupid and knotted together from soul to soul. 

“Yours.” George echoes softly, reaching his hands up to shred Sapnap’s shirt with his claws. Cuts slice across his chest and he doesn’t even acknowledge him, instead just moving his head to kiss and bite at George’s stubbled jaw. 

“Mine.” A growl rumbles through Sapnap’s chest, all his protests already forgotten. His head is full of thoughts of George and he wants George to be full of him. Now. Every instinctual part of him is raised up, perked and ready to go on the attack. He feels animalistic in a sense, like his body knows exactly what to do, even if his mind doesn’t. Sapnap leans into it, allowing his hands and hips and mouth to do whatever they think is right.

His hands grab George’s ass as his mouth sucks a harsh mark under George’s chin. He hoists George up, yanking his legs around his waist without waiting. Their crotches press together tightly and Sapnap grinds himself forward, shoving George harder into the wall. Sapnap’s grip isn’t fought against. Instead, George curls his legs further around Sapnap and glides his hands into Sapnap’s hair to tug on the long, wavy strands. He gives into Sapnap’s touch so easily.

Something thin and smooth encircles one of Sapnap’s arms and he glances down for a moment to find a slender tail curled around his bicep. The tip of it is spiked, resembling a serrated blade knife with the sharp, jagged edges. Barbs dig into his skin, tearing it up and leaving streaks of blood dripping down his arm and off his elbow. He flexes and more soaks out. The bright red tinge of it is only visible for a moment before each heavy droplet stops, fighting gravity and reversing up his arm again to soak deep into George’s tail. He moans loudly, yanking at Sapnap’s hair and moving his head until their mouths can meet. 

Sapnap squeezes his ass, smacking against it hard before pulling them both away from the wall. It’s a bit wobbly, but he manages to stomp toward his bed with George’s tongue deep in his mouth. He knocks over candles and kicks aside the book that’s still sitting on the ground. Everything that’s in his way quickly finds itself knocked over or pushed aside in his quest to get George on his bed. Naked. Yeah, he needs George to be naked now.

He drops George onto his bed, stripping off those stupidly tight shorts in the same movement. Breath catches in his throat as he takes in George’s body. It’s not human. Although, that probably shouldn’t surprise him at this point. 

The dick that points up from George’s body is covered almost completely in a slick fluid with the base encircled by what seems like an opening. Like a hole that his dick hides in when he’s not using it. Sapnap’s fingers reach up to touch it curiously and he gasps as the skin around George’s dick ripples. His cock shrinks back a bit, allowing Sapnap’s fingers access to the space between the opening and his shaft. It’s wet and warm, coating Sapnap’s fingers in slick almost immediately. “Fuck.” He drags his fingers around the circular opening slowly, watching as George’s face erupts in an image of explicit pleasure. His legs tremble and his chest arches upward just slightly. 

Sapnap takes a moment to absently take stock of George’s body while he lazily moves his fingers. A mild dusting of dark hair trails all over each of his limbs and torso, collecting mostly along his crotch, stomach, and chest. Sapnap has seen most of this before–familiar with what George looks like topless and in loungy sweats or athletic shorts–but this extent of nudity is new to him and every single inch that he finds is even better than the last. 

He brings his fingers to his mouth, groaning deeply but unwilling to close his eyes and deprive himself of the sight of George’s soaked cock twitching for him. The taste is unlike anything he’s ever had before, not just coating his mouth but soaking into every single crevice between his teeth and tongue and gums. His own dick perks as he drinks the sweet nectar-like fluid down. “This is fucking delicious.”

George licks his lips, seemingly forgetting his own protesting from not too long before as his glazed over gaze weighs on Sapnap. It feels good. “Kiss me more.”

Sapnap scoffs, falling to his knees beside his bed. He spreads George’s thighs further apart and nuzzles his face into the crease of George’s leg where it meets his torso. The scent there is dark and musky, infusing deep into Sapnap’s nose. His tongue snakes out, lapping up more of that addicting slick that’s now full-on leaking from George. It drools down between his legs and over his asshole, making the hair on it glisten when Sapnap tilts his hips upward. His teeth dig into George’s soft inner thigh and he basks in the warm moan that peels out of his mouth. 

One of Sapnap’s hands snakes up George’s chest, dragging his nails gently along his skin until he can manage to wrap his fingers around the collar again. George’s dick shrinks back and he lets out a sharp cry, reaching his hands down to grip at Sapnap’s hair and yank angrily. “Stop doing that. My body was already made to be perfect for you.”

“Shut up.” George’s mouth seals itself shut and Sapnap smirks to himself, pleased. “Fuck, if only I knew I could do that sooner.” An annoyed grumble emanates from George’s throat. He keeps his fingers tightly curled around the collar, afraid that if he loses contact with it that it’ll reverse his progress. He doesn’t know how any of this works and the lust roaring through him has left him too focused on George’s body to care about the logistics of everything. 

His mouth works sloppily from George’s thigh to his hip, nipping slightly at the area where his stomach just slightly rounds out. He’s so soft and gentle looking. Such a direct opposition to his ridiculously vulgar and aggressive personality. Always up for a fight, but Sapnap doubts he’d be able to end one. Well, unless he bit the shit out of the other person. George would do that, to be fair. Would probably tear someone’s ear off or something dumb. Or… Who knows, maybe being a concubine makes him stronger physically somehow? Maybe he could pin Sapnap down and…

No. Not right now. Right now, Sapnap needs to get his face between George’s legs. He noses along, closing his eyes as his tongue trails toward George’s pubes. The tip of George’s wet cock touches Sapnap’s chin and he groans, pushing his head down so that his tongue can swipe through the slit that the cock emerges from. He can already feel the slick pooling on his face and soaking into his beard as he digs in. 

It’s not the same as eating pussy, he notes quickly. There’s a lack of flesh and hole and George’s dick is still way too big to be a clit. Sapnap enjoys it all the same. His lips encircle George’s cock and he clutches the collar, eyes rolling back into his head as the shaft grows. The head presses hard on the back of his throat and he wonders just how far he can push this. How inhuman can George’s body become for his pleasure? Could he…

Sapnap pulls his head back, watching with complete mesmerisation as George’s dick extends to almost a foot long and a thick knot forms at the base. “Fuck. Oh my… Fuck.” Sapnap can’t even think about talking right now, words completely jumbled in his head as he stares at it. He’s so shocked and turned on by the sight that his hand releases George’s collar.

Surprisingly, the cock doesn’t change, staying exactly the way Sapnap wants it to even when George’s mouth opens and he begins whining. “Would you please just allow me to do what you want instead of forcing me to? If you want something specific I can do it myself.”

Green eyes meet dark brown. George’s eyes are so pretty. Sapnap licks his lips and allows his hand to fall further from the collar. His touch finds George’s hips, gripping them tightly and lifting until George’s ass is level with his face. He doesn’t speak, just buries his face against George’s hole and groans as a heavy set of balls spawn seemingly out of nowhere to settle against his face. His hands grip George's hips harder, nails digging into his skin as he devours George's all like it's the last slice of birthday cake in the fridge.

The barbs of George's tail bite at his chin and Sapnap whines just thinking about how messy they're both going to be when they're done. Covered in so many of each other's fluids that they can discern what is whose anymore. He wants to feel their bodies completely intertwining at such a microscopic level that it’s nearly impossible to tell that they occupy different bodies. 

More of that addictive slick pours from George’s hole and onto Sapnap’s tongue. He swears it has to be some sort of aphrodisiac or something. Or maybe it’s ambrosia. The sustenance of the gods. Hell, tasting it makes him feel like a god. 

His nose buries itself against George’s taint. Hair tickles at his face from every angle and Sapnap slides a hand down to press George’s thigh against his face so that he can return a bit of that rug burn. He pulls away just long enough to glance at the pink rash that appears on George’s skin, finding that the image just makes him want to mark George up even more. Everyone that sees him should know that he belongs to Sapnap. 

George’s legs shake around Sapnap’s head, knees locking close together as his ankles cross against Sapnap’s spine. His fingers dig deeply into Sapnap’s hair, clutching at the roots and dragging his claws very carefully across Sapnap’s scalp. “Please. Oh, fuck. Sapnap.”

A grunt emits from Sapnap’s chest as his tongue works against George’s hole vigorously. He releases George from his hold for a moment to shove his shorts down to his knees before allowing his arms to twist around George’s hips, lifting him a bit further up. He shuffles closer to the bed, pressing his dick against the frame and shivering at the coolness of it. 

“Fuck.” George gasps out, rolling his hips against Sapnap’s face as much as his elevated position will allow. Sapnap’s nose crushes against his taint, pressing into the dark coils of hair that burst from his skin. He slurps at the slick, one of his hands coming to wrap around George’s balls. His fingers curl around the top of the sack, squeezing those fat fucking balls taut in the skin as he shakes them. They slap his forehead hard and he groans deep in his chest. “Sapnap. I-”

“Shut up.” Sapnap groans, dragging himself away from George’s ass so that he can stand up. His shorts fall to his ankles and he kicks them off as he shucks his shirt to the side. He digs his knees into the mattress, climbing between George’s legs fully. “I don’t know why you always think you need to talk. Just take what I give you and keep your mouth shut.” He doesn’t bother with letting George think about an answer, just presses his fingers between George’s legs to slide one into his ass. It goes easily, accepted and sucked in by George’s greedy ass. 

He moans, desperately reaching out for any part of Sapnap to hold onto and finding Sapnap’s shoulders. George tugs him down over him. Their bodies collide together and Sapnap groans, curling his finger inside of George as his mouth finds his neck again. His teeth nip at the corner of George’s jaw just below his ear lobe. 

“I fucking hate you sometimes, ya know.” Sapnap finds himself monologuing as he shoves his finger repeatedly into George. “You’re so fucking frustrating and annoying. It drives me fucking insane. I just want to shove you into a wall and… Fuck, sometimes I don’t even know what I want to do. I just want to overpower you or something, just to get you to shut the fuck up.”

“You’re so dumb.” George gasps out at him, clawing down along his back. “You’ve been fighting your attraction to me for so fucking long and you keep trying to act like it doesn’t exist by calling me annoying and shit. It’s stupid.”

“You are annoying.” Sapnap snaps at him. “But it’s fucking hot and I don’t know why. Why do I want to fuck you? Why did I kiss you?” He can hear the broken sound of his own voice, but even the existentialist nature of it becomes lost to him as that fog of lust takes his brain again. “Why didn’t I just fuck you right then? I should have broken your ass right there over that fucking counter.”

“Sapnap?”

He doesn’t even answer, tangling his fingers in George’s hair and twisting his head so that their lips can press together. Thinking about words makes him feel like he’s about to explode and he really just needs this moment. Just George’s mouth on his, drinking in his tongue and slurping at his lips desperately. It’s so much easier to do this when he’s not thinking. Even being drunk wasn’t enough to keep his head empty enough. No, he needed whatever George is doing right now that keeps him brainless. 

He doesn’t even know what he’s doing right now. Fucking George open on his fingers while he drips thick slick all over both of them and their spit mixes between their mouths, staining their chins and cheeks as it splatters from their sloppy kisses. Their tongues tangle angrily and Sapnap can feel himself growing more and more viscous with the way he moves his finger. 

He shoves another in sooner than he probably should. George just moans, so Sapnap doesn’t ask if he’s okay. It’s like his entire body is working automatically. It knows what to do and he trusts it not to hurt George. At least, not to hurt him more than either of them can handle.

The room around them feels hot, washing over Sapnap’s back and his naked legs. Usually his room is nice and chilly, but right now he feels like his body is boiling everywhere that he isn’t touching George. He wants to roll around in his presence to cool down. He needs to fuck him soon or he might just fucking melt from the heat of it all. 

His dick won’t stop jerking against his own thigh miserably. The kissing and George’s body and the fucking overwhelming heat just seeps through him and his body reacts in kind, bucking and screaming at him to do something . His nails scratch at George’s scalp for a moment before he yanks his hands away from George’s body.

That heat sweeps over him with a deep hostility and he finds that it drives him as he lifts himself up. His hands take hold of George’s hips and he is quick to flip him over. George’s body falls exactly the way that Sapnap wants it to, but he still slides one hand along George’s spine as the other slots two fingers into his ass again. 

He gets a better look at George’s tail from this angle, watching avidly as it twists around his forearm and locks in with the barbs that cover the entire slim surface of it. The entire thing is so dark that it’s nearly black, only lightening at the very base where it blends smoothly into George’s natural skin tone. The spikes are smaller toward the base, but they’re still sharp as shown by the scrapes all over Sapnap’s chin now. Blood seeps from his arm. It’s nothing major, but he does notice that all of it just trails down his arm and around his wrist instead of dripping onto his bed. Weird. Even weirder is when all of it starts just crawling back up his skin for George’s tail to slurp up. George moans.

“Are you drinking my fucking blood?” Sapnap groans as the thought of that occurs to him.

“I’m sorry.” George moans out. 

“Don’t be.” Sapnap slides his hand up to the back of George’s neck, pinning him down to the bed as he thrusts his fingers into him hard. “It’s kind of fucking hot. Just don’t drain me dry.”

A soft whine breaks from George’s lips. “Don’t tempt me.”

The challenging words hit Sapnap and he shoves in a third finger, grinding them down until he finds George’s prostate. His fingers are long and he has to crook them a bit to hit his target, but he finds it and George’s entire body shudders in an almost glitch-like manner. His tail unfurls from Sapnap’s arm and trembles high in the air, razor sharp tip whipping around wildly above Sapnap’s head. He hadn’t realized until now just how long it is. The thing has got to be at least two meters long. What the hell?

He releases George’s neck in favor of curling his fingers around George’s tail. The spikes dig into his palm and he winces, but holds on nonetheless. George whimpers so loudly that Sapnap can feel the sound shaking the room around them. “What is this for?” The heat leaves him just long enough for the single inquisitive question.

For a moment, George visibly hesitates. His body freezes and he shakes with heavy breaths. He digs his face against his arms and his legs flex with discomfort. “It’s for mating.”

“Like, having sex?” Sapnap doesn’t think he wants that thing going inside of him. He shudders at the thought.

“No.” George is quick to deny the idea. “Well, you have to have sex during the ritual, but it doesn’t… like, do anything sexual. It…” He groans as Sapnap’s fingers dig deeper into his ass. “Can we talk about this outside of your haze? I don’t think either of us will be able to concentrate on the logistics of shit like that right now.”

Sapnap isn’t even able to argue as another wave knocks his body around. He releases George’s tail in favor of steadying himself by smashing his hand against George’s lower back. His head drops and his chin presses against his chest as his fingers fuck into George’s ass hard. 

His own hips hump against the air and he struggles to not just shove his dick in beside his fingers with how desperate he feels. He knows that wouldn’t be smart. Plus, he likes watching George squirm and whine on just his fucking fingers. It makes him feel powerful. Like he can do anything.

“I’m going to fuck you stupid and brand your insides with my cum. Mark you from the inside out.” Sapnap groans, curling and twisting his fingers as vigorously as he can manage. His forearm cramps a bit, but he ignores it. His discomfort means nothing in the wake of George’s pleasure.

George cries out, hips bucking wildly as he screams into his arms. Sapnap can’t do anything other than observe, just taking in the sight before him as massive amounts of slick pour out and gush around his fingers. It pools on Sapnap’s sheets, soaking into his mattress and then still flooding around both of their knees. He hears it begin dripping onto the floor and yet it only stops when Sapnap’s fingers ease away from George’s prostate. Even then, it only returns to the steady slick production that George already had going. His body continues to tremble even after Sapnap tugs his fingers out completely.

“Damn.” Sapnap’s slick soaked hand grips George’s ass and his other hand moves to do the same. His thumbs pull at the skin of George’s hairy ass, yanking his cheeks further apart so that his glistening hole is just staring up at him. “Fuck.” He manages to sputter out a few more curses as his dick lines itself up. Almost like… Like it knows exactly where it belongs. “I hope you’re ready.”

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this.” George whispers quietly into the crease of his elbow. His hips tilt up greedily, hole accepting Sapnap’s tip with such ease and then nearly yanking in the rest of his dick until their hips are settled so closely together that Sapnap has to move his hands out of the way. They follow a mirrored trail up along George’s back, gripping at the tops of his shoulders hard as he draws his hips back to fuck into him. 

Sapnap’s body drops and his arms twist around George’s neck, hammocking his throat as his face buries itself against George’s shoulder. His hips drill down against George’s ass, smacking down hard enough that Sapnap can feel the recoil of each thrust even when he’s moving onto the next one. They moan in unison, a harmonious melody of lustful noise. 

“You’re mine.” Sapnap finds the words spilling from his lips before he even thinks them, bubbling and popping around them. Heat still licks at his body, leaving him feeling warm and melty over George. “My own toy. Made for my dick. Every inch of you…” He groans, pressing the inside of his elbow against George’s collar. “All mine.”

“Forever.” George adds quietly. Sapnap might have missed it if he was any further from George’s head.

“And ever.” Sapnap offers back, tugging one arm from around George’s neck. He glides it along George’s chest and stomach exploratively. His other arm squeezes tightly around George’s throat, digging his elbow into the bed as his hand clasps tightly on George’s trapezius muscle. “I’m going to cling to you for the rest of time like a fucking parasite and you’re going to love every second of it, aren’t you?”

“Yes.” George just barely manages to pant out. 

“‘Yes’, what?” Sapnap prompts, unsure what exactly he wants George to say, but knowing that he wants to hear whatever pops into that pretty head. 

“Yes, Alpha.” He doesn’t even stumble over the words, seemingly already knowing exactly what he’s supposed to say. They seem to come naturally to him.

Sapnap flexes his entire body, chest surging happily against George’s back. “I guess that makes you my needy fucking Omega, huh? I kind of like that.” He slows his thrusts against George’s ass, grinding deeply into him before drawing back slowly and doing it all over again. His mouth makes marks over George’s skin, sucking and biting as meticulously as he possibly can. He leaves only mere millimeters between each mark as he places them. When he runs out of space he moves to the other shoulder. “Mine.”

“Yours, Alpha.” George gives it over so easily, floaty and soft in a way that Sapnap can’t say he ever expected of him. He’s always so brash and whimsical and crude, but now… It’s almost like he’s a different person. Maybe this is some kind of prank. Sapnap lets out a soft chuckle to himself. If it is a prank, he’s definitely getting more out of it than George is.

His hand grips George’s hip, digging into the softness of his stomach and rolling his thumb over the top of his ass delicately. The touch is almost deceptively gentle, but a moment later Sapnap’s nails scratch at George’s skin at the same time that his teeth dig deep into his shoulder. George groans, body arching into Sapnap’s touch and back against his chest. “Mine.”

“Yours.”

“Mine.”

“Yours.”

“Mine!” Sapnap screams it, taking his arm from George’s neck to grip his hair tightly as he lifts himself up. He pins his head down, watching as George’s body ripples from his suddenly harsh thrusts.

“Yours!” George sobs back to him, hands clutching at the sheets and Sapnap’s pillow. Fluff spills out from the fabric where George’s claws have torn it up. Sapnap’s going to have to replace his entire fucking bed when they’re done. Part of him wants to see just how much he can ruin it before all of this is over.

Sapnap presses his hips close to George’s, gripping his body hard as he shuffles them around on the bed. He twists their bodies together until they’re facing the headboard together and he’s able to grip the slats. George’s face finds another of Sapnap’s pillows as Sapnap begins drilling down into him again. The whole bed shakes under them. He begins the mantra over. “Mine!”

“Yours!” George’s responding call is so sweet, dipping into Sapnap’s soul and pulling out all the most protective and viscous parts of him until they’re simmering on the surface of his skin. He can feel the sparks breaking, lighting up the room as he pounds into George without mercy. 

He feels stronger, a malicious strength pulsing through him until the wooden slats in his hands are nothing but powder on his palms. Sapnap moves his hands to the top of the headboard, already feeling the ash form on his hands. 

The two of them cry out to each other repeatedly, screaming their respective lines until their lungs hurt and their vocal chords begin to fail them. Sweat pours off of both of them, heat pulsing along their skin and making their pleasure tenfold. Sapnap almost feels as if their bodies have merged, becoming one being that moves and thinks all on its own with no conflict. 

“Alpha!” George breaks their pattern as his body trembles, ass lifting higher to chase Sapnap’s hips. 

Sapnap groans, dropping his head and straining his shoulders because he refuses to release the bed from his grasp. He can feel his balls tightening and lifting close to his body. His dick twitches inside of George and Sapnap grinds down against him hard, pumping shallowly so that he can repeatedly hit George’s prostate. Every shake and tremble just urges him forward and a sharp whimper breaks from his own lips as the pit in his stomach grows tighter and tighter. He yells out and cum spills from his dick. He doesn’t stop moving.

George growls out exhaustedly, hole clenching around Sapnap as fluid spews from it again. Sapnap drops one hand to stroke George’s cock, milking him as he writhes and screeches desperately. It only takes a few strokes before Sapnap can feel cum spilling over his fingers and onto the bed. 

With that, he collapses on top of George. Their panting syncs quickly and Sapnap shivers as the rush of heat that’s been cocooning him for so long seeps away, retreating as quickly as it appeared. A rush of cool air races across his skin and with that comes his clarity of mind.

He scrambles away from George, sitting at the foot of his bed and he looks himself over. He’s covered in cum and slick and ash and spit. He just… But… 

Tears streak down his cheeks before he can even think about trying to stop them. He doesn’t bother wiping them away as he curls his legs up to his chest, opening sobbing as he does his best not to stare at George’s prone body. If anyone should be crying it should be George with his ass wrecked the way it is and leaking slick and Sapnap’s cum still. He hasn’t moved, except for his tail that’s whipping around from left to right. Almost like… Is he wagging his tail?

Sapnap hiccups out a small laugh at the image in front of him. It's ridiculous.

“What the fuck are you laughing at?” George doesn’t even raise his head or turn over as he snaps out the question. His tail stops waving.

“Everything.” Sapnap answers quietly, dropping his chin to rest on his knees and crossing his ankles together. His arms twist around his legs. “I can’t believe I just did that. I’m not gay.”

George sighs and Sapnap watches as his tail retracts all the way into his back until it disappears. He shuffles around, sitting up to face Sapnap from across the ruined bed. He’s frowning. It looks so unusual on him. “I’m not going to try to convince you that you like me. If you’re just going to act like you didn’t just rail me like that with all of those possessive words and touches, then I’m not going to bother. Soulmate or not, it’s not worth it for me to lose my sanity for a closet case that is going to act like he’s not into me after we fuck. I’m not going to torture myself.”

Sapnap’s chest feels like it’s been torn apart and he can’t understand why. He doesn’t like George. Sex doesn’t mean anything, especially since his head was so floaty that whole time. It almost felt like… “What was that? The heat. It made me do that.”

George just looks at him for a moment before running his hand over his face. “The heat didn’t make you do anything. If you had stayed in your circle so we could talk you wouldn’t even have to worry about it. But you never fucking listen to me. Why would you? It’s not like I know anything.” George huffs and shakes his head, making his way to the side of the bed and stepping off. His body shimmers like it did before and clothes appear, covering all of Sapnap’s marks. His collar disappears.

An ache creeps through him, from his chest and all the way down to his stomach. He watches as George pads across the room toward his door. His teeth grind together as more tears fall, wet and hot and angry. “Wait!” Sapnap scrambles from his bed, falling to his knees and half-crawling toward George to take his wrist in his hands. He feels a bit ridiculous, but even just touching George soothes that somehow. George doesn’t look at him. “George, I…” He can’t speak. He doesn’t know what to say. 

George shrugs out of his grasp and opens the door, not bothering to say anything as he closes it behind himself.

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Sapnap can’t sleep. He can’t think. He can’t do anything . His room has become a prison of his very own making. 

Sticky pools of George’s slick still marr his floor and his entire bed. There’s a mess of salt and rose petals scattered about and from his place on the floor Sapnap can see that one of the candles has rolled under his bed. It’s been over a week and he can’t bring himself to clean any of it. A slightly rancid odor emanates from it now, but if Sapnap focuses he can still catch George’s scent under it. Sometimes he just holds those stupid little shorts that he despised so much just so that he can sniff the whiff of George that’s left on the fabric.

A few times a day Dream brings him food, but each offering has just been piling up on his desk. A precarious stack of plates sits there, ready to fall at any moment and Sapnap couldn’t care less. He’s barely moved from his floor in days, only getting up to use the restroom and to throw on a pair of shorts on the first day. It’s like he can’t even do basic functions now. 

“Sapnap?” There’s a gentle knock at his door along with Dream’s voice before it swings in slightly. Dream’s head pokes around into the room and he sighs as he takes Sapnap in. “What the hell is going on with you? Your room is fucking disgusting, you haven’t eaten anything thing I’ve brought you, and you look like you’re basically integrated into your floor at the moment. Did something happen?”

His eyes never leave the ceiling. He just shrugs. 

“No, you don’t get to do that.” Dream says, stepping into Sapnap’s room with a quiet trepidation. “George is acting fucking weird too and I can’t deal with both of you idiots being out of commission. Did you guys have a fight or something?”

Another half-hearted shrug. “It doesn’t matter.”

“No. You’re not getting away with that. Just-” Dream pauses as his foot lands in the sticky puddle that is spread along the floor. “What the fuck is this? Did you spill fucking lube everywhere?”

A sharp spike of anger washes over him and Sapnap snaps up, eyes taking Dream in harshly as he bites at him. He can’t even find it in himself to be embarrassed about his behavior. “Get away from it! Don’t touch it!” All he cares about right now is preserving what he’s got left of George and their time together.

Dream’s eyes go wide for a moment before his eyebrows turn down angrily. “Absolutely not. You don’t get to act like a feral fucking dog just because you’re upset about something. Tell me what the fuck is going on before I drag you out of here and make you fucking eat and shower. You smell like a used gym sock that hasn’t been washed in a year.”

Sapnap just stares up at him from his crouched place on the floor for a moment. He can’t deny that he smells like shit right now, but he doesn’t want to talk about anything. He just wants everyone to let him wither away. It would be better than having to admit that he actually misses George. They’re so close to each other and yet… He feels like George is across the world in England again. His body aches at the thought and he crumbles into himself, dropping to his side on the puddle of congealed slick without a care. “I can’t.”

“Sapnap.” Dream crouches down and reaches out, touching his fingers to Sapnap’s grime-covered shoulder. He manages to only slightly wince at it. “Just tell me what’s wrong. I’m your best friend, remember? Whatever is going on, I can help you. No judgment.”

‘ No judgment ’. Sapnap could almost laugh at that statement. He doesn’t, but he does slowly turn his gaze up to Dream’s face. He looks really worried. “I think I’m gay.” The words feel so unnatural on his tongue and he wants to scrape them off the second he tastes them. 

A dumbfounded expression crosses Dream’s face. “Okay?” He pauses for a moment, looking over Sapnap’s disheveled room again. “Is that it?”

Sapnap lightly shakes his head. “I fucked things up with George. He hates me.” He sniffles, forcing tears back from his eyes as he thinks about his own idiocy. “I ruined everything.”

Dream just stares down at him. “Is this about you guys hooking up at that get together last month? I thought you guys were cool about that?”

“What?” Sapnap snaps up, nearly knocking his head against Dream’s. “Who told you that?”

Dream rolls his eyes. “Karl heard you guys fooling around in the bathroom or something. Not that anyone was surprised since you sprinted after George like a fucking dog. We all knew what you were doing.” He lets out a soft laugh. “I figured you were too wasted to sneak off or something.” His face sobers a bit as he takes Sapnap in again, clasping his hands over both of his shoulders. “But that was forever ago. What’s happening now?”

Sapnap looks away. He can’t face Dream like this right now. “We only kissed that night. It was the first time and I… I freaked out and ran.” He licks his lips and shakes his head. “We slept together last week, but I ruined everything. Because I…” He closes his eyes. This all feels so fucking dramatic and he hates it. “There was a lot going through my head and I couldn’t process it so I… I don’t even think I can explain it without sounding fucking insane.”

“Then don’t.” Dream says sternly. “Don’t explain it to me. Go talk to George. It’s fucking weird having both of you acting like your life is over.” He releases Sapnap’s shoulders to grab his wrists, standing up and dragging Sapnap with him. Sapnap finally looks at him again to find a disgusted sneer taking over his face as he takes stock of Sapnap’s body. “Maybe take a shower first. You look fucking gross right now, dude.” Apparently, the shower isn’t just a suggestion. Dream yanks him toward his bathroom, shoving him in and holding the door as he yells through the wood. “Wash up. I’m going to get rid of these nasty plates. Did you even eat any of this?”

Sapnap doesn’t bother answering him, but he does strip off the pair of basketball shorts he managed to put on a few days before. They fall to the floor, wet and covered in sticky grime. He steps past them to the shower, not even bothering to allow it to warm up before stepping under the stream as it shoots out. The water turns brown quickly, washing away the surface level dirt and sweat from his skin. 

He takes his time in washing off his body. George’s scent drifts away, leaving Sapnap with nothing but soap before it swirls down the drain. He scrubs his skin until it becomes bright red and then he scrubs some more. 

Dream is right. He should talk to George. If only to apologize and maybe get some fucking answers. Hell, maybe he’ll be able to get George’s forgiveness if he grovels hard enough. As much as he hates to admit it, Sapnap misses George. He needs him.

Once all of the water is running clean and Sapnap has washed his hair, he shuts off the shower. For a moment, he just stands in the stall as water drips from him. When he does grab a towel it’s just to pat himself dry and ruffle his hair a bit. Even that feels like too much.

He steps out, opening the bathroom door and glancing around his room to make sure Dream is gone before he makes his way to his dresser. He grabs a big t-shirt and some shorts. Part of him considers putting in more effort, but he finds that he’s already nearly exhausted himself just from the shower. At least he doesn’t stink anymore.

Sapnap peeks out of his room, finding the hallway empty. He pads out, hesitantly making his way to George’s door. It’s slightly ajar and Sapnap finds himself standing in front of it for a long decisive moment. What if George doesn’t want to talk to him? What if he blew it for good? What if-

“Would you just get in here instead of shuffling around in the hall like an idiot?” George’s voice calls out to him and Sapnap feels a sense of contentment settle over him at just that small amount of interaction. He presses his hand against the door and takes a step in.

George’s room is in slightly better condition than Sapnap’s, if only because it’s not covered in week-old slick and cum. There’s clothes everywhere and the trash can by his desk is overflowing onto the floor. George is on his bed, naked from the waist up with his face covered in stubble that looks like it’s been growing out since he left Sapnap’s room. Maybe it has. 

“George?” Sapnap says his name softly. There are dark circles under the eyes that turn to greet him. Sapnap stops in his tracks. “George?”

Brown eyes flash bright and George’s body lifts from the bed snappily. He strides up to Sapnap, reaching behind him to shut the door harshly. He smells like himself. Sapnap has to resist the urge to drink it in openly. “What do you want?”

‘ You ’. He thinks the word, but he doesn’t say it. He doesn’t think that’s what George wants to hear right now. Instead, Sapnap shuffles a bit closer to George and inhales his deeply musky scent. “I’m sorry.”

George’s face shatters for a moment before he builds his wall back up. “What?”

“I’m sorry.” Sapnap repeats himself, nudging his toes against George’s and easing a hand out to touch George’s hip gently. “I should have listened to you instead of freaking out. I’m ready to listen now, if you’re still willing to talk.”

George just stares at him. He doesn’t say a word or move or anything. Sapnap waits. If George rejects him right now… Well, he might just have to move out or something. He’s not going to be able to get himself out of bed living with George like this. He’s already spent a week hiding away. He can’t do that forever. Although, he doesn’t know that he’ll have much quality of life even if he moves away. Even just a few doors down Sapnap felt like his entire being was aching without George. What if he was a whole city or state away? 

“Please.” Sapnap finds himself begging again, ready to drop to his knees if George requires it. His fingers stroke appreciatively across the waistband of George’s sweats. The fabric is so soft.

Another moment of silence and then George is letting loose a quiet sigh as his hand meets Sapnap’s. “Come here.” He guides Sapnap to his bed and the two of them sit beside each other on the edge of it. Their knees touch gently, tapping each other rhythmically. George lets out another heavy breath. “You’re actually going to listen this time?” 

Sapnap nods, leaning into George’s bubble a bit more. “I want to know.”

Their eyes lock and then George looks away quickly. “I’ll answer whatever questions you have. I can’t claim to have all the answers you’re looking for though.”

“When did you know?” Sapnap is a bit surprised that that’s the question that comes from his mouth and he licks his lips nervously as he reaches to hold both of George’s hands in his own. “Like, when did you know that I was…” He thinks about his wording for a moment. “That I’m yours?”

George’s lips twitch up for a moment and he lets out a small chuckle. “I had my suspicions, but I couldn’t prove anything until we met. All it took was seeing your face in real life and I felt it. Your collar formed on my neck at that moment.”

A breath shudders through Sapnap. “Were you ever going to tell me?”

The hands in his give a small squeeze. “I was going to wait until you figured out your attraction more. I could see your struggle and I didn’t want to put more pressure on you.” George frowns. “You started getting a bit more comfortable with touch and everything and I thought maybe… I thought you were getting closer, but that kiss just reset all of your progress. I was just going to let you get through it on your own and then…”

“I summoned a succubus.” Sapnap finishes for him. The realization of that decision being stupid as fuck had hit him days ago and he feels his face light up with shame. “I’m sorry. I just…” He doesn’t even know what to say. ‘ I wasn’t ready to be gay’ ? That sounds dumb as hell. He decides to move on from that. “What part of the ‘mating process’ or whatever does the spike tail serve?”

George purses his lips, clearly a bit perturbed that they’re skipping over what Sapnap was about to say. “We're coming back to that." He sighs. "Basically, in order to complete the mating bond, the succubus or incubus or… Yeah, anyways, they have to be physically intimate with the other half of their pair and…” He pauses curling his fingers against Sapnap’s palms as he chews his lips. “Basically, it’s for slicing their partner’s throat open and bleeding them out, then returning the blood into circulation to simulate a physical death. The time away from the body allows for pairing to link together at the soul level, essentially.”

“You’d have to kill me?” Sapnap feels himself jolt, but he doesn’t take his hands from George’s. If anything, he clings to him harder. 

A look of mild guilt crosses George’s face. “You wouldn’t really die. It would be more like being unconscious for a few minutes, but you’d be entirely lucid from what I’ve heard.”

Sapnap just gives a soft nod in response. A thought occurs to him and he can feel himself shrinking back with it. “Do you only like me because of the ‘pair’ thing or whatever?” 

“What?” George guffaws at him. “No, that’s not…” He shakes his head and shuffles closer to Sapnap on the bed. “Sapnap, I had to like you to create the beginning of the bond. This isn’t some predestined bullshit, okay? It’s a choice that we both make.” He grips Sapnap’s hands hard. “Before we kissed that first time, had you ever thought about me as anything other than a friend?”

“George.” Sapnap attempts to guide them away from this conversation, but he can see on George’s face the resolve he’s masked himself with. He sighs. “Not seriously. Obviously we had all the shipping jokes and shit, but I hadn’t really put much thought into it before that. I mean…” He feels so dumb admitting this, but he feels like the vulnerability is needed. “I thought you were hot, but that was it. I never let my mind wander farther than that.”

George nods. “And when did that change?”

“After that kiss.” Sapnap answers softly. A wave of realization hits him. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you afterward. I wanted you so bad and I couldn’t handle it.”

“That’s when your decision was made.” George says quietly. “That kiss sealed your fate as my other half. I’m sorry. I know that’s not what you wanted.”

Sapnap looks George over for a moment and frowns. “No. It wasn’t.” He catches George’s eyes, knowing that his next words are another step forward in a process that he wasn’t even aware of until last week. “But I do now. I’ve been aching without you, George.”

“I have too.” One of George’s hands tugs away to rub across his chest. Sapnap licks his lips as his chest hair shifts around against his skin. “You don’t have to. We could sever the tie. Break it until you can be free from me, if you’d like.” His voice breaks as he says it and his neck strains. “You could find a nice girl and forget about me.”

“No!” Sapnap yells, shocking both of them as he steals George’s hand back. Their thighs press together tightly and Sapnap leans closer to George, fanning his breath across George’s cheeks. “I don’t want that anymore. I want…” He’s barely even admitted this to himself yet, but… “I want you, George.”

Silence hangs between them for a moment. “Sapnap… This isn’t a decision that you can make rashly. The pairing ritual is forever. Even if one of us dies, the other will never be able to move on. Physically or otherwise.”

“You can die?” Shock races through Sapnap. “I thought demons were, like, immortal or something.”

George sighs. “I tried to tell you this, but I am not a biblical demon. I have a natural lifespan in the same way humans do. It’s a bit longer and I age a bit slower, but still. I’m not immortal and mating with me won’t make you immortal, either.”

“Will my lifespan be affected?”

George pauses. “I don’t know.”

“Oh.” Sapnap licks his lips. 

“We could check the archives.” He takes a deep breath. “That is, if you really want this. If not, I can look into a severing ritual instead.”

Sapnap doesn’t even have to think about it as he stares into George’s dark eyes. “I want this. I want you. I don’t care what I have to do.” One more question occurs to him. “What happened when I stepped out of that circle? Why did I lose control like that?”

George looks at him softly for a moment. “When you summon a being like me there is an energy that comes with that. It surges through the room and the only thing really keeping it from affecting a human immediately is barriers. Walls, doors, and the spiritual barrier of salt and silver. You broke that barrier and went into a sort of heat or rut cycle, I suppose.”

“Like an aphrodisiac, but it’s just energy?” Sapnap doesn’t think he can wrap his mind around that thought.

“Yeah. I guess.” George shrugs. “I’d have to look into it more.”

Sapnap nods. “Let’s look into it, then.”

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“Okay, go ahead.” Sapnap pants out, hands clutching at George’s thighs as the dick inside of him grows and locks against his hole with a thick knot. They both groan together and Sapnap finds himself tipping forward so that his hands can steady himself against George’s chest instead of his legs. He whines as George’s dick shifts inside of him. “Fuck.”

George lets out a soft laugh. “Are you ready for this?”

Sapnap nods. “Yeah. I’m ready. Please.”

“Here we go.” George’s hands stroke Sapnap’s hips gently as his tail snakes up. The end traces lines along Sapnap’s body, already accepting some of his blood on its way up to his throat. Sapnap takes a deep breath and the sharpest part of Goerge’s tail slices his throat before he can release it. For a moment, he can taste the blood that begins to bubble into his mouth, but it quickly fades away.

His senses change and Sapnap can feel a wave of nausea come over him. He closes his eyes and when they open again he is staring at his own body, propped up by nothing other than George’s hands and the tail that’s wrapped tightly around his neck. It almost looks like a leash. It’s fitting.

He draws closer, drifting down to lay beside George. Those dark brown eyes turn to him and a bright smile lights up George’s face. “Hey.” He offers his hand and Sapnap takes it with a grin.

“Hey.” He rolls against George’s side, pressing their lips together for a gentle moment before he’s ripped away. A heavy breath shudders out of his lungs and he cries out loudly as George’s barbed tail scrapes down his body. He coughs, dipping over George further as he sputters against his chest. His lungs are screaming at him, fighting for breath that can’t seem to fill them quickly enough. Tears build in his eyes and spill down his cheeks. Whether it’s from joy or pain from the contractions in his lungs, Sapnap can’t be totally sure. “Fuck. That was… Fast.”

“Yeah.” George nods, twisting his arms around Sapnap’s back to hold him down fully against his chest. “That’s good. It means we were ready.”

A weight appears on Sapnap’s neck and he lets out a soft sound, tugging himself up so that he can inspect his new jewelry. The collar on his neck is solid and thick, matching George’s almost perfectly from what Sapnap can feel. He touches it carefully, finding a large nameplate that’s engraved–he assumes with George’s name–and a small D-ring with a chain that leads from it. Sapnap’s fingers follow the links of the chain away from his neck. George mirrors him and their fingers meet in the center. “Woah. It really worked.” Sapnap has to admit that a small part of him didn’t think this would really do anything. Even after months of research and talking to other paired mates, he couldn’t be sure. But it worked. They’re paired forever now.

“You said you wouldn’t cry.” George laughs, tugging Sapnap down again and kissing his cheek gently.

“I know.” Sapnap sniffles.

“Come here.” George coos, gripping Sapnap’s jaw and guiding his face to the side so that their lips can meet. They both smile simultaneously into the kiss, laughing and giggling as their lips move and they whisper stupid stuff back and forth. Warmth grows in Sapnap’s chest. This time, it’s comforting and light. He loves it. He loves…

George .