Trigger Warning: Snowballing (oral exchange of semen)

Isaac

I was trapped, ensnared by a beast. My logical thoughts had vanished, replaced by something darker, and my body had surrendered completely. The walls were crumbling again, but this time, I wasn’t even trying to claw my way out. I didn’t want to escape the falling debris.

I shouldn’t have wanted this. This was dangerous. But there was no running from it. The moment I accepted it—accepted him—the fever, the pain dulled to a distant hum. I felt weightless, suspended, consumed. And somehow, it thrilled me. There was a flicker, a strange blip of something… nostalgic. Like being wrapped in a cocoon of warmth, a sensation I couldn’t quite place.

Then came the pressure, the bruising grip on my hardened length. My pulse stuttered, my breath catching as a moan slipped free.

I tilted my head back, giving in to the sensation. My cock throbbed under the fierce hold. The touch was rough, almost too rough, but I didn’t want to pull away. My mind went blank, neck slack, surrendering to the weight of it all. I wasn’t sober enough to resist the fever rushing through my veins, tangling my thoughts into a jumbled mess.

I liked knowing that Josh wanted me. That feeling flooded every sense, intoxicating me more than any drink ever could. But it also scared me, the way the darkness wrapped around me, the black I’d avoided for so long. What I feared most, that same darkness, now made me feel alive. It pulled me deeper, making me give in to this new version of myself.

And I liked it.

I might have made more noise than I realized because Josh let out a dark chuckle. “You need this, don’t you? You need me to take you apart and put you back together.”

Josh’s hand slid up to my neck. His rough palm dragged over my skin, sending shivers with every inch it climbed.

He forced me to meet his gaze and I saw it clearly. His usually piercing midnight blue eyes had turned completely black. Not just the irises. Everything was in deep, endless darkness where the whites should be. They were no longer fleeting shadows. They were dark, abyssal voids, fixed and permanent, locking onto me like black holes. It felt as if I could be lost in them at any second, pulled into the depths.

Josh jerked me harder, and I bucked instinctively, my body chasing the friction. His grip on my neck tightened, and that dark smile curled at the edge of his lips. “Yeah, just like that.”

He shifted back slightly, his hand leaving me only for a second before he started undoing my button and pulling down my zipper. I watched, captivated, as his rough hand wrapped around my cock.

I hissed as Josh gave me another deliberate stroke, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away. Every movement of his hand, from the base to my foreskin, then pressing his thumb against the sensitive tip, sent shocks of pleasure through me. Another moan escaped, my hips bucking into his hand, desperate for more.

My hand flew to his shoulder, searching for something solid to hold on to because all my senses, my body, everything, belonged to him.

Josh’s hand moved from the back of my neck. He gently unwrapped one of my legs from his waist, creating space between us. He leaned in, his hot breath against my ear. A low, animalistic growl vibrated through his chest as he spoke. “Take out my cock,” he ordered.

I looked down at him through heavy-lidded eyes. Part of me wanted to resist, to push back against the command, but the part of me already crumbling knew better. Josh had me, and we both knew it. He pulled me closer, our breaths mingling. “Don’t back out now.”

I smirked.“As if I would.”

With trembling hands, I reached for his jeans, fumbling with the button as Josh’s hand kept moving, still jerking me with a steady rhythm that had me gasping for air. My fingers finally managed to undo his jeans, and when I freed his cock, my entire body shuddered at the sight of him. I wasn’t small by any means, but Josh—he was thick, long, with a slight curve and a vein that ran along the side.

The second my hand wrapped around him, a low groan rumbled from his throat. “Your hands are so fucking soft.” His teeth grazed my lower lip before he bit down, making me groan in response.

I matched the rhythm of his hand with my own, squeezing him. His cock twitched as I stroked him, watching his eyes darken further with lust. There was a hunger, a wildness that mirrored my own. It was a feral chase of pleasure between predator and prey, where we swapped roles in perfect sync.

Josh released my cock. Before I could register the loss, he wrapped both of our dicks together in my hand, his rough, calloused palm covering mine, enveloping it as he began jerking us both with a punishing rhythm. The friction was overwhelming, the heat of his cock against mine nearly unbearable. Slick precum coated my fingers, and I didn’t even know whose anymore.

We moved against each other in perfect unison, and all I could do was hang on, gripping his shoulder with my free hand.

“Does it feel good?” Josh asked.

I couldn’t find the words. I just nodded, biting my lip to keep from crying out as the sensation hit me full force. I was panting, every movement driving me closer to the edge, every part of me on fire, lost in him.

Josh let out a sound that was somewhere between a moan and a growl, rough and masculine, and it undid me completely. The heat built in my balls, tightening until my cum shot out, spilling over my belly, chest, and even onto Josh’s shirt. I gasped, struggling for breath as the rush of warmth felt cold against my fevered skin.

Josh leaned down, his tongue darting out to lick a line of cum from my chest. My body twitched under his touch, my skin hypersensitive. He didn’t stop. His tongue traced a path up to my lips, where he kissed me—my cum still on his tongue as it slid into my mouth. Filthy, but I kissed him back, tasting myself.

“Grip me harder,” Josh whispered against my lips.

Then he started moving again, thrusting more desperate this time. His hand guided mine, tightening the grip on both our cocks as he tensed. Every muscle in his body went rigid beneath my touch. Then, he groaned as his cum spread over my hand, dripping onto our pants.

“You did so good for me,” Josh praised me, smearing cum across both our lengths. Then, with two fingers slick with our cum, he pressed them to my lips.

“Open your mouth,” he ordered. I obeyed without hesitation, taking his fingers into my mouth, tasting both of us. “Suck. Swallow every drop.”

I never imagined Josh had this kind of kink. I was pretty sure he wasn’t gay, but there I was, sucking his fingers, the slick taste of cum filling my mouth. He rubbed his fingers over my tongue, the wet sound of saliva loud as I swallowed hard.

His fingers slipped away, only for his lips to crash against mine. Our tongues tangled as the last taste of us disappeared, leaving only the heat of the kiss.

When the kiss broke, I collapsed against his chest, utterly spent. The pain, the fever, and everything trying to tear me apart were gone, replaced by the gentle sensation of Josh’s hand stroking my hair and back. His slow, lazy touch lulled me into a peaceful haze.

***

I jolted awake to the sharp blare of a car horn. My eyes struggled to open, my mind sluggish as it tried to catch up with my surroundings. We were still in the car. Josh’s hand reflexively landed on my chest, his fingers brushing over my nipple, making it sting. A soft whimper escaped me. His hand stayed there for a second before he pulled it back, looking out the window.

“We’re almost at the checkpoint,” he said quietly. His cheeks had a faint pink tint, and I noticed he’d changed into a fresh white shirt.

Heat flushed my face as memories of everything between us rushed back. I didn’t know how to process it or what to say.

My gaze fell, and I realized I was also wearing a new change of clothes: white socks, joggers, and a grey long-sleeve shirt. I felt fresh and clean. My arm was bandaged again, but instead of pain, there was only a strange discomfort, like the burns were shifting beneath the surface of my skin.

The brain fog, the fever, the feeling of death looming over me—all gone, as if nothing had happened. But a lot had happened. And that included between Josh and me.

Yesterday was supposed to be normal. I was supposed to pick up Will in California. Just a quick trip. Now, this. All of this was insane. The thought of people wielding the powers of gods, powers I had no idea about, made my stomach churn. No one even knew the gods were still roaming around until Aldragoth showed up. Then I got burned by a dream, of all things. Okay, that was definitely not a dream. I nearly died, and Josh saved me. Then, I almost died again, and he saved me.

Let’s not forget the fact that I swallowed his cum. There was the darkness and the heat… but whatever it was, it worked.

Again.

I didn’t have a clue what was happening besides that a god decided to bring the apocalypse, what the hell I was, or even what Josh was. He wasn’t telling me anything, but he knew something. He had to. And what about Will? Was he okay?

But then Chronos had said… something else. Something I couldn’t quite remember.

Shit.

Of course, I was feeling well enough to start overthinking. But I still had no idea where Josh and I stood or what any of this meant for him. That scared me. Because when things aren’t clear, people get hurt.

I glanced back at Josh, questions bubbling up inside me. How the hell was he so comfortable touching me like that when he’d never shown any signs of interest before? Then again, I’d been too wrapped up in my own grief for so long that maybe I missed the signals. But even now, none of it made sense.

I wanted to ask him everything. Where he had been all those years in the military, what exactly he had done, why he was back now. Whether he thought Will would be okay, if we could find him, or if the world was really going to end. There was so much—I needed answers to, but the words wouldn’t come. Maybe because I knew he wouldn’t tell me, or maybe because some of those questions had no answers.

Hopelessness threatened to overwhelm me, but my thoughts were shoved aside when I saw Josh’s brow furrow, his eyes squinting as he stared ahead. Following his gaze, I saw what had caught his attention. A family of two adults, a teenager and a kid no older than Will, were being dragged from their car, screaming and struggling as soldiers pulled them away.

Josh stayed outwardly calm, but there was tension beneath his words as he ordered, “Give me my backpack. I need my wallet.”

I reached into the backseat, fumbling for the bag before tossing it to him.

“When we get to the checkpoint, don’t speak. Don’t look at the cameras or make eye contact with anyone,” he said firmly, with no room for argument.

My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach, and I swear it would have gone lower if that were possible.