It was late. Much too late for calls to be made. Tonight was Nikky’s only night off. The lab was eerily quiet with whispers as to why Dr. Fetch hadn’t been in the last few days. Other doctors came to fill in for her, afraid to let the experiments lapse for even a day.
None of the superiors would explain why. Their answers were quick and final. “She’s indisposed.” “She’s under the weather.” “She didn’t want to come.”
Even those answers came with a hint of fear behind them. Maybe they didn’t give the real reasons because what they might mean.
Fetch never missed a day. And now she was out 3.
Nikky’s phone continued to ring. The number started with zeros. It meant the most bottom floors of the complex. The darkest depths were only those with special clearance travelled. Each door was sealed like a vault with a code required to open.
The number was Fetch’s.
The machine picked up at first. Sound buzzing while heavy panting echoed over. It didn’t sound human. An echo groaning behind each breath that most certainly was her voice.
“.... Cookie...” She wheezed. “....P E T... I n̴͚̮e̵̞̣̞̻̞͉̖͜͞e҉̝̟̳ͅd̢̜̲͙̮̳͍̩ ... a̸ssss̢sis͘tan͞c͏e .”
Théo stands outside a Gulfstream Air in rural Arkansas, the only structure signifying human life outside of a semi-dilapidated farmhouse on the property. If he had it his way, he’d never have to ask for help, especially not from complete strangers but he’s running low on gas, completely lost, and the sky was starting to darken with a coming storm. Storms don’t make for good motorcycle travel, ask anyone.
He stares at the door, tries to shake off the discomfort that’s bound to come from a possible social interaction and finally raps on it.
Soris remembered how thrilled he’d been when Archer had suggested they try this. Being bound was something he’d had done to him quite often, and something he very much enjoyed if he was being honest, so the idea of sharing that with Archer was thrilling.
Of course, this was the first time Archer was binding someone, so he expected it to take time. What he hadn’t expected was to be given entertainment for the duration. There was a ring around the base of his cock to keep him from getting too carried away, though he’d been trying to be a good boy. He’d even managed to stay still despite the plug stretching him out and buzzing directly against his prostate. He was hazy eyes and and flushed by the time Archer was finishing, his mouth open in soft pant and needy whimpers.
“Thank you, sir,” he managed, gazing up at him with a potent mixture of lust and adoration. “It feels so good, sir, it’s so good…”
Archer had to hide his grin or ruin the mood. It was too big and goofy and he had to breathe to keep from snorting. He folded his hands together, calmed to put on a more put together look and then turned back to his pet.
One hand laid on Soris’ bare stomach and began to pet him lightly. His touch just soft and gentle against what he knew would be overly sensitive skin.
“That’s on a low setting but I showed you that it had this little... bulb thing?” He mentioned as he picked up the connecting air pump to the plug. He gave it one small squeeze and the vibrating plug inside of him expanded. It stretched comfortably and stayed there. Archer grinning more.
“We could see how big we can make it.” He offered. His hand continued to pet up and down Soris’ stomach, never dipping far enough under where his belly button would be.
Fetch leaned back as they stood, giving them ample room. She was still rolling her eyes over their form. Her lips pursing further and further forward.
“Lunch.” She added with a click of her teeth. “But you’re already eating…” She waved to whatever they were currently snacking on. “Though I wouldn’t mind a trip down to the cafeteria with my mini lambchop.”
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Nikky, in fact, wasn’t all that hungry but, frankly, they wanted to get Fetch real food as quickly as possible. So they just smiled nervously and waved a dismissive hand. “Oh, it’s just a snack - I was craving something hot anyway.”
They shrugged off their lab coat, throwing it over the back of their desk chair. “Besides, it’s Taco Tuesday. Can’t miss Taco Tuesday.”
Fetch’s brows bounced and she nodded side to side. Hot was a good idea. She always preferred food as warm as possible. Nikky might like that too, which would be nice. Someone to discuss internal temperatures of meat with.
She didn’t find any need to change and left on her soiled lab coat. Happily standing closer to Nikky’s back than side. “And here I was thinking it was Monday. Is this a human holiday?” How even cuter that the humans celebrate foods.
Soris whimpered against Archer’s hand, more than happy to have it there. He was trying very hard to be quiet, had been this whole time, but it was hard when it felt so good. Archer’s hard grip on his thigh, his hand against his mouth, how he felt so deep inside him he could feel him in his throat. But he knew he had to be careful, could see strangers forms through frosted glass - but maybe that just made everything feel even more intense.
He gave a quick, high cry, muffled against his palm, as Archer forced them closer to the desk, their bodies pressed flush now. That would have been enough to take him over but then Archer opened his eyes.
For a moment he felt pinned, as if Archer was seeing him truly bare for the first time. He knew that look, but he’d never expected to see it on this face. Not Archer, soft, wonderful Archer. This was hard, hungry, but as he slapped his hand away Soris found he very much liked how it looked there.
Soris wanted to protest at his order, but didn’t complain, especially not when he took him in hand. Not that he’d try to disobey - he couldn’t, couldn’t deny a direct order. His breath came in quick, shaking gasps, his arms gripping the back of the chair for some kind of stability - and then it quieted.
He was supernaturally silent, his hips still moving at the same pace as before, his body on the edge but unable to go over. It had been so long since someone did this to him, and whether Archer had meant it or not, knowing he’d be like this for as long as he wanted was exhilarating as it was awful. He couldn’t deny a direct order, after all.
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Archer witnessed the change in his lap bunny. The way his eyes burned with excited need and that strange way his breaths turned so silent. He really wasn’t making a single sound but Archer could feel him huffing and puffing against his hand.
He tried to focus on it, debunk the imps abilities, but with the way his hips were rolling and grinding into him it made thinking anything too difficult. He panted, making far too much noise himself as his eyes fluttered again.
If Soris followed those commands so easily, what else was he capable of?
Archer watched the shadows in the door meander back and forth. Waiting for an opportunity to grunt out in a low and dark voice. “Fuck harder.” He squeezed his cock and set the pace with his own strokes.
Archer was growing so close his efforts clouded by his own need for release. Struggling to keep himself quiet he leaned in and bit against Soris’ neck. Kissing, suckling, moaning against him. Watching the door just over his shoulder.
That hand covering Soris’ mouth began to unfurl. Dragging fingers against his lips before teasing their way into his throat. How beautiful it must feel to be stuffed full and not given permission for release. Archer always dreamed of such a thing. Did Soris too? Would there be tears in his eyes if he looked?
He took a harder bite against Soris’ neck and glanced up the imps face. Breathing so close to his ear as Archer was unable to hold back a moan. “I... want to fill you till you can’t... take... anymore...”
As Archer bundled them up Soris shifted closer still, pressed fully now against his side, bold enough to nuzzle against his shoulder. He was so nice and warm compared to the open air around them, and he didn’t try to push him away. Sometimes even his Master would kick him off him, say he was too clingy.
He nodded at his question, fingers tracing lightly over his chest. “The summers are always a little better,” he murmured, “and it won’t hurt me, but this is so nice.”
He paused, stifling a yawn himself, for show more than anything. He didn’t really need to sleep. He glanced up at Archer through his lashes as he cuddled closer, his hand drifting a bit lower each second. “It might be warmer if I was on your lap, sir…”
Archer squirmed slightly as Soris got even closer. So close it felt like their clothes were practically molding together. His core was racing and he was sure he had developed an overly straight spine to make himself seem like he wasn’t as affected as he really was. Overcompensating in an attempt to feel normal.
The hand on his chest startled him at first. His core fluttering before continuing on that rapid pace. He tilted his head to one side, digging his fingers into his scalp to keep himself from saying something stupid. Licking his drying lips as those circles continued in wide bold strokes as they moved lower and lower.
He was sucking in his stomach in an attempt to hide his building interest. If Soris’ hand travelled far enough south he’d feel the tent he was making. With those words Archer’s attention snapped down to him. Staring wide in disbelief as he stopped breathing for a moment.
“It would but-” He stammered and dropped his hand to his side, pushing himself to lay rigid against the back of the couch. “I-... don’t... want to take... advantage I-... don’t even know if we- should... could-...” He swallowed thickly again.
“Is... that what you want to... do?” If Soris felt magically compelled because of something Archer had said innocently or without thinking he might never forgive himself.
Fixing his straw hat Archer gave Mortimer a pleased giggle. He even pulled a blade of grass from the ground and bit it between his teeth. All of which was slightly difficult to see in the dark.
“Thank you for visiting White Farms.” He waved a hand to the pumpkins on the ground. “For you, our special guest, I’ve opened up night visits.” Giggling still to himself as he strutted up to Mortimer and straightened his loves’ shirt.
