The Demon Virus

Chapter Three

The sound of my phone vibrating eventually pulls me back to consciousness.

I'm exhausted and feel completely drained. The world is spinning strangely, almost like I'm drunk. My room feels too bright when I finally open my eyes. I groan, my phone again vibrating from where I left it on my desk. Guarantee it's Will looking for a ride to school.

I'm on the floor. I don't know why I'm on the floor, but it's not comfortable. I'm also naked, coated in something that's pulling at the fine hairs on my body, making my skin prickle at the sensation. I start to become aware of other things wrong with my body. My aching thighs and abs, my sore throat, the way my ass is burning and feels raw.

I try to get up, my arms shaking from the exertion as I roll to my side and let the room spin. Swallowing hard, I feel something slick and wet slip between my thighs, coating over the dry, caked on substance already there as I carefully probe the area with my fingers.

Last night starts trickling in through my dazed mind; small, disjointed moments starting with my computer screen view of a slender blond boy that quickly morphs into the sight of me stretched out over my desk with a demon shoving his obscenely long tongue up my ass.

"Oh, fuck," I croak, wincing at how dry and sore my throat is. I force myself to my knees, crawling up the side of my bed and leaning over it as I sway. Incubus... I'm covered inside and out in fucking incubus splooge. I know my mind isn't fully working just yet, but I push myself towards my bedroom door, ignoring the fact that I'm nude and dripping down my cheeks with each step I take.

The hallway is empty, the house quiet. My parents are already at work and I realize I'm late for school. I stop at the bathroom, then force my legs to keep walking, stepping into the kitchen and opening up the refrigerator. I don't notice what I'm eating, just start stuffing food in my mouth as my stomach makes an angry growl. I am so impossibly hungry.

I'm chugging down what's left of the gallon of milk in the fridge when there's a rapping at the kitchen door, followed by a shout. "Mikey, come on! Mr. Little is going to eat me alive if I don't get that paper in today!"

Will. Still drinking the milk, I cross the kitchen long enough to unlock the door, then return to ripping through the deli meat wrappers to see if I missed anything.

"Shit, what is that smell... Mike? Dude, where the fuck are your clothes, man?"

Right, clothes. I pull a block of goat cheese free, hoping my mom won't be too disappointed that it's about to disappear.

"Seriously, are you okay?" Will grabs me by the shoulder, pulling me sideways. The cheese is in my other hand, so I just look at him blankly while eating large bites. Will looks different today. I mean, he still has the same white blond hair trimmed short, thin narrow glasses covering his sharp blue eyes currently wide in concern. His skin is flawless...

Did Will always have such soft looking skin? And his lips... dark pink... nearly red. I follow the line of his neck, taking in his Adam's apple and flared shoulders, the way his hoodie clings just right to his chest and hips. He looks good.

"Mike, say something. What the hell are you covered in? Why are you... What's wrong with your eyes, man?" He's in my face, glaring right into my eyes, head tilted slightly. Will looks really good. Smells good. Very... very sexy.

"Will..."

"Your eyes are fucked up, man. Like really weird." He grabs my arm again, pulling me down the hall while my feet slap on the floor. I let him, my eyes stuck on the back of his neck and the way I can see the muscles of the top of his shoulders. I blink out of my study of his back when he pushes me in front of the bathroom mirror, my face streaked in dry cum and... wrong. Different.