(A little different.
Male x male, and not an x reader.)

He'd always had trouble sleeping. That night was no different. Jameson tossed and turned in his king-sized bed for hours, finally looking over at the clock with bleary eyes. Almost two in the morning. He groaned inaudibly, as usual, and sat up, scratching his bare chest in thought. Should he simply get up and make a cup of coffee like it was morning?

This would have been the third time that week that he could not fall to sleep, and it was barely a Wednesday! Jameson yawned wide as he slid out of bed, tugging gently at his moustache as he walked down the stairs into his kitchen. It was spotless, like everything else in his home. Like he was, really. Spotless. Clean as a whistle, without a blemish to his name. Innocent till the very end.

The kitchen's quiet atmosphere was almost soothing; if it were raining it would have been even better. Jameson would have surely fallen asleep if it were.

The strong smell of coffee wafted into the air within minutes, and JJ inhaled deeply. Coffee was a vice, perhaps the only one he truly had. Rubbing his neck in thought, he--

--!! What in the blue blazes...?

There was a string around his neck. Carefully, he unwrapped the thing from his throat and inspected it. Nothing out of the ordinary, except for it's sudden appearance, of course. Jameson frowned a touch, throwing the string away without a second thought.

Pouring his coffee he mulled over the events of the day; nothing special, but he hoped that doing so would wake him up a bit.

No such luck; even the coffee wasn't helping. Jameson sighed heavily and poured the remainder of his precious dirty bean water down the drain; he would try to sleep again. Once more, before truly giving up. The poor man was exhausted, and he trudged his way back up the stairs to his bedroom in silence, yawning wide and shaking his head.

Perhaps the coffee had the opposite effect on him that night, for JJ soon drifted off once he fell into bed again.

~☆~

So precious.

At first he did not stir. He was curled up in the blankets tightly, eyes squeezed shut in his sleep. Was he having some sort of nightmare? It was a possibility.

...... ke up... wake up, precious...

A voice. Somehow familiar and not, all at the same time, strangely. Jameson stirred at long last, opening his eyes slowly and peering into the darkness of his room. His first thought was of simply wanting to go back to sleep. But he secondary thought was much more troubling.

I am not alone in here.

Something was watching him, he was certain of it. Sitting upright, JJ looked carefully at all the shadows being cast in his room; it was very nearly pitch black. Was there something there? Something that was not present when he went to bed for the final time?

Or someone?

In his sleepy daze, he did not notice. It wasn't even felt, not until it was far too late.

The string around his neck tightened, choking him in surprise and making him cough. His hands scrabbled to his neck trying to pull the offending thing off of him, but no such luck. At the rate it tightened, it would soon cut into his skin.

Good. You're awake.

The voice was almost booming in the room, loud and yet soft all at the same time. Almost... gentle. But considering the slow way he was being choked, Jameson could sense the malice in those words. He wanted to speak; oh how badly he wanted to speak! But all he could do was whimper softly, hands still trying to get a good grip on the tight thread around his throat.

Are we having FUN, my precious little puppet?

Puppet?

He had only ever been called that once. Just once. When he was helping a friend create a very special video for the internet; someone had called Jameson a puppet. Their puppet, to be more specific. And JJ had NOT liked that feeling while making that video, of losing total control over his body. Sure, it was just a video, but it had all felt very real to him.

But... it was just a video. Right? Surely the way Jameson had lost control was all for fun, wasn't it? It might not have felt very fun at the time, but...

It was just a video.

The stench hit him first. The smell was acidic, like burning electronics, stinging his nose and making him all the more wary. Jameson was still trying to loosen the string around his throat with minimal success, until all at once it loosened on it's own. He gasped and coughed, trying to stop the burning sensation in his lungs.

You're cute when you struggle.

Swallowing hard, JJ peered harder into the darkness, trying to find the source of the voice. Of that awful, stinging smell.

But... only one person has ever called me a puppet, and he... he is not real.

Trust me, precious, I am vERy real.

Was the voice all in his head? Would that have explained the strange volume? But the string was very real, and it could have been tightened by human hands.

Or demon's.

Jameson's heart sank. No... no, it couldn't be real. His stomach churned in fear, the horror radiating off of his body like a perfume. One that the demon soaked in; he loved the stench of fear.

"How's my precious puppet?" Those words went directly into JJ's ear, so much so that he could feel the hot breath from the lips that grazed the skin. Chills ran down his legs, numbing them thoroughly in a way that... wasn't entirely unpleasant.

But he knew who the soft voice belonged to. Jameson knew very, very well.

Antisepticeye.

No... it was just a video... it was just a video!

"Are you sUrE about that?" Anti smirked, glitching ever so slightly as he spoke, still directly into his puppet's ear. Jameson whimpered again, turning his head away from the demon, but it was brought back to it's original position by one of Anti's hands. The other went around JJ's waist, pulling him closer. "Don't act so innocent, Jackson. You and I both know what you really want."

What he really wanted? What did he want?

Certainly not the tongue in his ear, warm and wet. Tasting his puppet's skin was wonderful, and the demon chuckled as he could sense the goose flesh that his actions had given.

Jameson, in a fit of bad humor, pried himself out of Anti's grip, whipping around to face the green-haired demon. His inky black eyes bored into his very soul, making his heart race. JJ, of course, could not speak, but it seemed like Anti could read his thoughts as it was, so it didn't matter that his tongue felt glued to the roof of his mouth.

What do you want with me? Why are you here?

The demon smirked in the darkness, not answering verbally. Instead he snatched the man by the shoulders and pinned him down onto his bed, hovering over him. Anti leaned down, letting his tongue trace the lines that his string had left behind. "YoU wANt tO KnoW Why I'M hErE? You."

The words were spoken against the tender skin at his neck, and JJ shuddered violently. Anti did not seem to want to kill him, so... was he safe? He wasn't so sure about that.

But what could have possibly possessed the demon to want to come here, into Jameson's home? In the middle of the night, no less? What purpose could he have had?

Oh.

One of the demon's knees went between JJ's legs, rubbing ever so slowly. All the chills that the man had been given was giving the reaction that Anti wanted. Smirking even wider he procured a blade out of thin air, pressing the flat side to JJ's cheek. "Be gOoD AnD gIVe Me wHat I wAnt, aNd MaYBe I Won'T HuRT yOu~"

Jameson swallowed hard, unable to really listen to what the demon was saying. Really, the only thing he could focus on was Anti's knee rubbing him up and down. JJ was a virgin, through and through, and only very rarely did he feel excitement of any kind. His life was a bit of a dull one, truth be told. But here was a good-looking demon, forcing him into arousal.

Wait, did I just think that...?!

"Oh? I'm flattered." Anti removed his knee, but before Jameson could protest the demon replaced it with his hand. JJ let his jaw fall open, and would have moaned if his voice would work properly. Instead a heavy breath came out, and Anti thought that it was better than nothing. He rubbed the human slowly through the pajama bottoms he had worn to bed, smirking wide all the while, letting the knife dissipate again. "Aren't we excited?~" he teased, leaning down once more to press kisses to JJ's bare chest.

Jameson exhaled shakily, unable to really comprehend what was going on. It all felt too surreal to him. Here was the demonic Antisepticeye, feeling him up? What was his deal?

Anti offered no response, still pressing kisses to the man's skin, slowly going lower and lower until he hit the hem of his pants. "Are you gonna fucking take these off or do I have to do everything?" the demon spat.

JJ swallowed hard, his hands shaking terribly as he hooked his thumbs beneath the hem. Here he hesitated; would Anti laugh? There was only one way to find out. He pulled the remainder of his clothing away from his body, lying fully nude for the demon standing there. Watching him with his jet-black eyes in the darkness, barely visible.

"That's more like it." After that, Anti did not speak. More like he wasn't able to; the demon knelt down and slid the human's length down his throat, all in one fluid motion.

Jameson flinched badly, sitting up on his elbows but unable to deny the incredibly pleasurable feeling of what the demon was doing to him. His throat felt hot and slick, coating his length in saliva as Anti began to move his head back and forth. His tongue lapped eagerly at the head, and he sucked as harshly as he pleased.

JJ's eyes rolled back into his head as he fell back onto his back. The demon pulled away, one hand grasping him tightly, stroking with a rough hand, twisting at the head. Precum began to run down said hand, making the demon smirk again before leaning back down to lap it away. "You're fucking lucky you taste good," he rumbled in a low voice, tongue exploring beneath Jameson's cock with delicate licks.

That nearly did him in. JJ's voice strained to cry out, to make any sort of noise, but nothing but air came out. Still, he was on the verge of climaxing, and had the good sense to warn Anti.

Please... oh good heavens, I'm going to...!

"No you fucking don't." Anti pulled away again, leaving Jameson to squirm and scream internally in protest. "Touch yourself and I cut your throat." JJ frowned deeply, his teeth clamped shut in his efforts not to cum. But why?

Anti was stroking himself through his faded, ripped up jeans. His own excitement was fairly obvious as he watched the human struggling. Pulling away was half the fun, even moreso with his puppet. There was shuffling sounds in the darkness, and the distinct one of a zipper being undone. Still stroking, Anti approached the human again. Did he want to hurt his puppet? Perhaps not for their first time.

For once the demon showed mercy, procuring a bottle of lubricant and coating his length generously with the slimy stuff. He hated using it, but he hated the feeling of going in dry even worse.

JJ's baby blue eyes widened as far as they could go. Was this really happening? Was Antisepticeye really about to--

"Good thing you're a fucking mute," the demon muttered before slowly pushing his way inside of Jameson.

The pain was unimaginable, unlike anything the human had felt before. He was being stretched in a way he hadn't thought possible. Tears stung his eyes as Anti slowly pushed in further and further. Was there blood? Quite possibly. Jameson bit back a sob as the demon's hands took hold of his hips, pulling him in as he pushed deeper and deeper.

Then, at last, he stopped. Panting raggedly, trying not to cry, JJ looked at Anti with pleading in his eyes.

I can't handle this!

"Yes you fucking can. Be glad I'm not fucking going nuts on you." It could be worse? JJ swallowed hard, trying to breathe deeply.

Slowly, terribly slowly, the pain dissipated. Only then did Jameson nod to the demon inside of him, signaling that he could move.

The lube proved to be Jameson's saving grace, as Anti slid incredibly easily, though still slowly. This was, after all, his puppet's first time.

But one thrust in particular had struck something deep, deep inside of JJ, and his jaw fell open once more, producing a strained sort of outcry that only those who have lost their voice could truly make. He saw stars and flowers of all colors blooming in his vision; the demon knew exactly where he had struck him.

"There we fucking go," Anti muttered, gripping the human's hips tightly as he was pulled into every thrust. They quickly grew rougher by the moment, until at last the demon threw JJ's legs onto his shoulders and pumped with reckless abandon. His puppet was warm and tight, and really, Anti couldn't have been happier with the way things had turned out.

Apparently neither could Jameson, whose hands gripped the bedcovers beneath him tightly. His eyes had rolled back again, and there was a sound; a real, actual sound, coming from his throat. It was strained, but it was there, broken in time with Anti's thrusts.

Knowing that the precious mute had found his voice was a hell of a turn-on, somehow, and Anti reached down to grasp his puppet's cock again. He stroked JJ furiously, spitting into his hand and giving the human all the more reason to start really moaning.

And so it had happened. Jameson's first real sound was a whimper, then an outright groan before his mouth worked over itself, trying to form the words he needed to say. "Aaa.... An...ti..." JJ managed, just before his orgasm struck. It blindsided him with the intensity, gushing out in thick ribbons across his stomach and chest, even splashing his neck.

Anti grinned, stroking him with those same rough motions until he could bear no more. Releasing his grip on his puppet's length he pumped harder still, but only for a few moments longer. The demon climaxed deep inside of him, groaning through his teeth with his eyes squeezed shut.

Then, all at once, the demon pulled out and away from JJ, leaving the human with a strangely empty sensation. "Clean yourself up," Anti spat at him, looking down at him with more than a note of disgust. Fixing his own clothing the demon disappeared in a cloud of acrid smoke, the stench of which was like burning electronics.

I'll see you tomorrow, my precious puppet.