Crazy.
Crazy was a huge understatement.
William didn't know quite what to think. He wasn't a believer in demons and the supernatural. There simply wasn't any tangible evidence, as far as he knew. If you had asked him only a week ago if a demon really existed, he would have scoffed, if politely, and ignored the person as a fundamentalist idiot.
Now, though, he had been assigned guard duty over an object. He was sure the details were carefully classified so that none of the security leaks could be traced, but even in a secretive and close-lipped organization as this was, it spread quickly that he was guarding something "unholy."
That, naturally, increased his curiosity. How had this entity been captured and secured? What did it really look like? How did it feed, where had it come from? If the creature truly was as evil as people made it out, what exactly did that mean?
He was only the night guard, though. He could only imagine. He would most likely not get to see the thing at all.
His colleagues had told him some crazy stories. Its existence alone was almost unreal; they said it was a huge beast. About four meters, and built like an ancient statue. Enormous wings, folded and twisted down against its back. Hands and feet tipped in savage talons. Red, blazing, piercing eyes. Jaws and fangs of a great predator, a hunter, and killer that fed off men and women, lured them into deathtraps, and absorbed their lust through unnatural sorcery, then slowly and agonizingly killed its prey by draining its energy.
William was pretty skeptical.
But it was supposed to be down in the lowest levels of the basement with highest security, in a reinforced box. Only authorized persons could enter its chamber; even for the armed guards it was sealed until needed.
But even if William didn't quite believe his co-workers (who sounded quite superstitious to him, a young atheist and rationalist), when the thing escaped and came toward his corridor...
Well... it made his blood freeze.
If this wasn't a demon from hell, then he wasn't sure he knew anything anymore.
The organization had very clear methods for emergencies - emergencies that included the escape of dangerous creatures. Their existence was not supposed to leak out of the government containment unit, so the moment one escaped, all the doors were immediately locked and a red alarm painted every room and corridor.
It was likely that the escaped creature would be trapped in a room with an employee, and the form that William was forced to sign - a risk form, taking the responsibility off the organization's back - told him that it was preferable for an employee to die than for the creature to set foot outside the building. He did not really know how well he could trust a bunch of scientists, who apparently weren't too keen on paying damage or survivor's compensation, with such high risks as this one was showing, but hey... the pay was great, so...
He just didn't think the risk would be too great for him, the guy manning the front desk. What could happen at reception? He wasn't a guard in any containment unit, he didn't go anywhere near those supposed creatures or government secrets...
So he certainly hadn't counted on being stuck in the reception, with a giant, growling demon coming straight for him, hungry and angry.
In all truth, he wasn't quite sure what a real demon was supposed to look like, but when he heard the monstrous roar coming from behind the metal gates that kept the rest of the base secure, he'd turned white and shaken. It looked pretty unholy and supernatural to him.
He should've known to have run away immediately. Instead, his brain shut down and he merely watched with a kind of morbid fascination, unable to tear himself away from the beast.
He didn't even scream. He watched and tried to think of a good, rational explanation. None came.
When the demon came for him, he thought, oddly, "This is probably it."
Not very poetic, not very epic, not exactly the last thoughts you'd think someone's thinking when his body would probably soon be lying dead somewhere, but he was tired and hungry and thirsty and a bit freaked-out, and he had given up trying to fight at the same moment he stopped his eyes on the exaggerated muscles, the predator's head and the fangs.
And then the beast stopped. It watched him with squeezed eyes, suddenly seeming so calm.
The surrounding doors were already closed and William had only to wait for the soldiers to find him and shoot down the beast, and the red light was making his thoughts heavy.
But the creature looked at him with those two piercing orbs and its eyelids lowered. Something crossed its face. Was it a smirk?
Suddenly, William had to move back because a strong and dense wave of lust and heat exploded from the demon and entered him.
As if he had taken a drink from a liquor bottle, William's limbs seemed to suddenly burn, his skin shivered and prickled and his bones became more pliable, giving way for a sudden flush of warmth and want.
"I see you're still lucid," the demon said and its tongue ran out of its mouth to wet its dry lips. Then the demon moved forward with slow, deliberately heavy steps and William shirked, jumping back behind his desk, and pushing the chair into the creature's way.
The demon, however, was unimpressed. It picked up the chair and, breaking it apart, tossed the bits away with careless strength. It kept approaching until its abdomen rested against the edge of William's desk.
"Please," he stammered, "I'll do anything you want. Just... leave me alive. Don't..." he didn't complete his sentence.
The demon, crouching, now moved one of its heavy, muscular, long-clawed hands along the smooth surface of the desk. One long black finger tilted William's chin up, drawing his frightened gaze upwards.
"Yes..." he whispered. "That's what I thought. You seem very healthy, human. Young and in his prime. I have been confined for so long... you wouldn't deprive a poor, miserable demon of his one and only chance of living freely, would you?"
The tone in its voice was deep, gravelly, husky. Almost seductive. And all that talk about lust, and having been confined for so long... thinking, contemplating a monster... it made William's head go dizzy and spin.
"I don't wanna die," he said. His hands tightened into fists as his heart thumped harder in his chest. The creature's own heart started to pump faster, louder. Its muscles flexed.
"You don't have to die, William..." it drawled, reading his name tag, "I can take from you without killing you. I could kill you in many other, painful ways but, no... I like my prey alive and warm..."
William's breaths sped up. His mind grew cloudy as the air was saturated with lust; something so hypnotic about his eyes...
"That's right..." the creature grinned, "Willing." Its hand slipped out, fingers sliding, digging gently, slowly into William's shirt, teasing and exploring, sliding downwards towards his hip, feeling out the tight jeans.
William blushed but couldn't look away, his jaw slackening. He could feel his pants growing tighter; his arousal, sharp, pressed against the hard denim, and his breath came out shaky.
That wasn't normal. Even if William found another man attractive enough to want a round in the sheets with him, the thing looking at him wasn't a man, at least not one with flesh and blood; it was a supernatural being, a demon... an immortal creature from a dark, unknown world... a monster, and he shouldn't have been turned on... yet still he felt a fluttering deep inside, an urge and anticipation that wasn't unpleasant or frightening.
"What are you doing to me?" William muttered, feeling more and more hazy.
"Call it a survival strategy." It lifted a bushy eyebrow, leering at his trapped employee. "I've been starving these days and weeks and months... you have no idea what kind of... needs a demon like myself has..."
The bulge was growing larger in William's pants; he could feel his cock pulsing, thickening, pushing insistently at his zipper. His body temperature rose and his teeth sunk into his lower lip as he tried to control his responses.
He let out a small noise when the demon's thumb trailed across his covered hard-on. A hot flash ran through his body and a moan tumbled out of his mouth.
"What-"
"It feels good, doesn't it?"
William didn't answer; but his erection rubbed hard against the denim, and his body pulsed with eagerness.
The creature didn't give him time. Leaning closer, a heavy arm swung and pinned William against the table, a clawed finger ripping apart the tough fabric that imprisoned William's throbbing member.
His entire body went tight. Every inch of his skin hummed and sang, vibrating as he struggled to catch a full breath. "W-what the…" he said, shaking his head. He didn't feel in control - he should be running. He should be trying to make this stop, trying to hide. Instead, he was leaning into the heavyweight of the creature, thrusting his hips forward, inviting him.
The demon chuckled as William tried to fight against the magic. He groaned when a large palm cupped him, squeezing tightly around him, rolling his balls between two clawed fingers.
"Tell me, human, is it against your rules? Is this the type of behavior you would be expected to have in your position?" The demon punctuated his question with a quick squeeze of William's shaft, the claw scraping so lightly along his sensitive underside, causing his breath to falter. "Doesn't feel like it matters much, hmm?" The claw flicked over the tip of his penis, sending an arc of heat racing through him. He groaned, thrusting up against the pressure, not sure where his brain and his dick diverged. He knew he didn't have any real attraction to men - he had never had the urge to date them, but this thing in front of him had such control over his thoughts he didn't care.
His dick was stiff as steel, demanding attention, and the longer that the demon played with his slit, the stronger his desire became.