The Torn Weft ~ COMPLET

Interrogations

Misery followed Gwen as he returned home. His large paws made no noise on the floor. Gwen was so used to his presence that he did not notice. Misery orbited around him. The large creature crept into the young man's flat. He muttered to himself, his thoughts once again turned to his research. Misery was reacting with his animal instincts. The instinct of the pack. The one that told him to look after his people and his partner. His reactions were at their peak. Despite this, the more "human" part of him was still presently asleep. He wanted to react, to speak, to interact but it was, for the moment, impossible. He could only emit ideas/words through the link and in a limited way. So when Misery saw Gwen undress, he froze. The young man had his back to him and was taking off his clothes one by one without really looking at where he was dropping them. The taps landed in a cluster near the door. Gwen took off his shirt. Misery saw the young man's back become bare, his back muscles contracting in a delicious way. The Cerberus' throat went dry. The garment landed on the sofa as the young man pushed open the bathroom door. The Cerberus took a few steps forward to keep him in his sights. His onyx eyes burned as he saw him grab the edge of his boxers, and gradually pull them down. He saw the young man bend down, arching his back to accompany the garment to the ground. It was the first time he had seen him naked. His buttocks were a call to carnal pleasure. The creature growled in anticipation but did not move. Gwen stepped into the shower and the lifted glass door blurred at the waist. Steam from the hot water invaded the upper part and the water ran down his matte skin. He offered himself to the caress of the rain with a sigh. These two days had been hard... very hard. The marks on his body were still visible and painful. The water was slowly washing away the tension from his shoulders.

Suddenly, as his mind cleared and relaxed, he was seized by a sudden rush of raw desire. It took his breath away. His libido was rather passive, overwhelmed by Griffin's presence. But the desire that was beginning to twist his stomach and inflame his blood was not the demon's, not entirely. It wasn't really his either...well...he couldn't really think anymore as he groaned with desire as his body awoke. His skin felt hot and sensitive as ever. Images followed one another in his mind. Hands joining, skin brushing against skin, the sound of ragged breathing in his ear, fingers brushing against him, kneading him, penetrating him...a dull gasp escaped him. This was too much. Too much stimulation. His bandaged sex was pressed against his belly. His hand trembled as he reached for him. It wasn't that he didn't want to or didn't know, just that he was afraid of cumming as soon as he touched himself. Another burst of erotic imagery made him stagger and hold himself on the tile floor across the street. He took his penis in his hand and moaned. That alone and he was on the verge of exploding.

— What's happening to me...

He began to stroke himself, his eyes tightly shut as a pornographic film of him assailed him. He could see himself moaning and writhing in pleasure under the hands of his tormentor, the echoes of his own voice ringing in his ears, sometimes the image changed and he could see the demon through him, undergoing the touching in his place and moaning just as loudly. The long, supple fingers tortured him deliciously...too much...He let out a cry and came hard. It left him breathless. He slammed his fist into the blue earthenware.

— Damn it!

As he began to wash himself in nervous movements, Misery turned his back on the bathroom door. It was when he sat down on the couch that he realised he had left his primary form for his human body. His body was tense with desire. He rubbed his face with his hands and pinched his nose to try to calm himself. It was him. When he'd seen Gwen's naked body, his desire had overridden his animal side. What he felt, what he wanted, was something other than a bestial relationship and he'd forced the beast back to keep control. He wanted Gwen. He wanted them both completely, willingly, demanding... The images, the very film they had shared, were powered by the three of them. He'd made the first move and Gwen had set himself on fire completely while Griffin had let his carnal appetite show. It was just a projection of their shared desire but, damn it...Misery took a deep breath. If Gwen saw him as human again now, it would be particularly awkward for him. He reverted to his primary form.