Demonic Possesion Gone Wrong (Gone Sexual?)

Chapter 2

Selat’s torment of his boss took much longer than Jason had really planned for, but hey at least he was essentially getting a paid vacation. Everyday the demon woke up at 6 on the dot, made them a cup of coffee with the fancy siphon brewer Jason’s ex had given him, that he’d never had the patience to figure out how to use. Same thing every day, ground cinnamon mixed into the grounds, two sugars, frothed milk and more cinnamon on top for garnish. Then he’d weave shadows into clothes, fancier than anything the warlock usually wore, but just casual enough not to arouse suspicion. Today it was a tight black turtleneck, with the soft feel of cashmere, straight cut black pants with the heft of good quality wool, and a loose ¾ length coat that felt like vintage leather. Selat had insisted that even if he was to be forced to dress down, he would not be compromising on materials. After that, the demon would take the train into work and spend the next eight hours doing Jason’s job, with minor assistance from the warlock, and building his worker’s rights violation case.

Based on what Jason had told him, Selat had very quickly determined that the startup he worked for misclassified most of their employees as contractors. In fact it seemed like the CEO was banking on that being the case, based on their tax records. It seemed he was going to owe the state quite a bit in back taxes. Not to mention all the back wages from unpaid overtime. It would be such a shame if someone were to send an anonymous, well researched report, complete with documentation, to the department of labor. The demon pulled out a notepad from his pocket.

“No need to worry about your job security of course, I’ve made arrangements,” Selat wrote. He had nice handwriting, each letter perfectly standardized as if he was typing rather than writing the words, serifs lovingly rendered on the page as if it took no effort.

“What kind of arrangements?”

“In two weeks expect a call from a corporate law firm. They will offer you a full time position on their magical security team. Salary is set slightly above market, benefits include: health, dental, and an employer matched 401k. Is that amenable?”

“How’s their mental health coverage?”

“Psychiatric, psychological, and neurological care is fully covered. I already checked to ensure your neurologist will take your new insurance.”

“Works for me then.” The demon sent the documentation to Jason’s phone, disconnected from the building WiFi and sent along his findings. Then he leaned back in Jason’s uncomfortable office chair, pleased with his work.

“I have connections in the labor department. They ought to be able to expedite the process.” He tore the paper from the pad once Jason was finished reading and it melted back into shadow. No evidence. The demon was very careful not to leave a paper trail, or do anything on company WiFi that could incriminate Jason if anyone pulled records from the ISP. Very little of it was actual magic, but Selat had so quickly and so quietly picked the company appart it damn near felt like it.

“Hey, Jay-bird you thought a little more about what I asked you?” They were both slapped on the back.

“Good morning, Brady.” The demon passive aggressively replied. Selat had very quickly decided he did not like Jason’s boss either, but he was always always careful to act cordial.

“What are you working on?” He pointed at Jason’s screensaver, the sigil for “computer” drawing and erasing itself on loop.

“I’m updating the magi-ware protection sigils.” He’d finished doing that an hour ago. Brady nodded sagely, still watching the screen saver as if he even remotely understood what Jason’s job entailed.

“Cool, cool, so like, I can really make it worth your while, you know. Anything you want, it’s yours.”

“You know what? Fine I’ll do it,” the demon pretended to sigh in resignation.

“Really!?” Brady looked like a dog that had managed to actually catch a car it had been chasing, but hadn’t yet realized he was about to be run over.

“Yes, really, do you have some time off in two weeks?”

“I’ll clear my calendar!” The demon grinned as his teeth closed tighter around the idiot’s neck. Chills ran down Jason’s spine. He was glad it had taken as long as it had. Having seen each of the pieces slowly click into place, knowing exactly how hard the storm was about to hit, while his boss was completely and utterly clueless, God, it was almost better than sex.

After work the demon took them both out to dinner. He never went to the same place twice, one night taking them to an upscale new restaurant, the next a hidden gem of a dive, the only commonality between them all being that the food was always fantastic. Selat always paid with his own card, having liberated it from a magically concealed lockbox stashed in the cool looking art museum uptown. He left tip in cash, always above twenty percent and then took the train home to Jason’s small apartment.

“You seem to know a lot about the city for somebody who doesn’t come here very often.” Jason said, trying to start a conversation as they rode up the elevator. Selat set a timer on Jason’s phone for one second, let it ring and then apologized to the other riders before pretending to pick up the fake call.

“Oh you misunderstand, I visit whenever I can, I just haven’t had the chance to for a few months.” He ducked out of the elevator on the next stop and began walking up the stairs. “Unfortunately I tend to be summoned only around very specific times of year. The beginning of the hiring period and the ends of each quarter tend to be my busiest times, but I don’t tend to receive very many calls in between.”

“Isn’t it almost the end of the quarter? I’m not keeping you from work or anything am I?” They reached the top of the stairs and the demon walked them out onto Jason’s floor.

“No need to worry. I work on a first come first serve basis, unless I’m offered a truly disgustingly lavish payment. Of course I’ve never had anyone offer as much as I’ve asked of you, young warlock.” Selat swung the door shut behind them as he slipped into Jason’s apartment. “Speaking of which, have you been giving your payment options some thought?” He tossed Jason’s phone onto the counter without even turning on the lights, and sighed as he let the shadows melt from the warlock’s body.

He had a few ideas, though he wasn’t quite sure what the demon would go for yet. Different demons liked different types of payment. Some preferred their due in flesh and blood, some liked their payment in corruption of the summoner, and some still preferred the old fashioned rate of a soul for services rendered. Selat had been extremely professional throughout their whole contract, even more than that, Jason actually enjoyed having him around. It was probably a strange thing to say about someone who was wearing him like a cheap glove, but he felt weirdly, cared for? He’d done a few possession deals in the past and usually came out of them scraped up and covered in something sticky, but Selat was dressing him in nice clothes and taking him out to dinner. Sure it could’ve just been that his drive was towards hedonism rather than sex or violence, but Jason wouldn’t mind maintaining a working relationship with him if he was going to treat him like this during a contract. For a demon of his caliber, that usually meant giving him an offering he actually liked.

“I have a few ideas. Not sure what you’d like best though.”

“It’s not about what I’d like, it’s about what you can afford to lose.” The demon laid down on Jason’s old couch.

“Well, you’ve been nice to work with and I wanted to do something nice for you.”

“You’d like to do something nice for me?” The demon half closed his eyes. “I apologize for asking, especially given your reason for contracting me, but your body has become pent up to the point of becoming distracting. Could I… relieve you?” Jason thought about what it might feel like to have those fingers that wrote so neatly wrapped around his cock.

“Go right ahead.”

He didn’t start jacking him off immediately like Jason would’ve. Instead he took his time, carefully exploring the warlock’s body. He gently ran the warlock’s fingers down the line of his neck, His fingers carefully caressing the skin beneath his jaw, taking a shuddering breath inward as he dragged Jason’s fingers over the sensitive skin just above his jugular. Then he felt the demon suppress a moan as he splayed his fingers over his chest and began to work his fingers into the muscles. Selat bit the warlock’s lip trying desperately to stay quiet, but Jason could feel what it was doing to him. His cock was already rock hard.

“You really like being inside me, don’t you?” It wasn’t just Jason’s body that was feeling pent up. After almost a month in the passenger seat, he was really starting to crave a good fuck.

“I-ah” Selat bit the warlock’s lip again to crush down the moan, but he began to move Jason’s left hand lower.

“Don’t worry, I like having you inside me too. You know, I can feel you in there, moving around underneath my skin, touching me in places no one else can reach. It’s no wonder my body is pent up.” The demon finally wrapped Jason’s left hand around his cock and a small whimper escaped his mouth. “Go on, louder.” Selat let out a quiet moan. “Louder!”

“Jason,” the demon moaned. God, if only he could touch him right now. It was probably weird to think about somebody who was living inside his body like that, but he really, really, wanted to just bend him over and fuck him face down into carpet.

“You’re awfully cute when you’re moaning my name.” A massive wave of arousal hit his body, not from him, but from the demon. “You like being called cute?” Selat nodded, tears pricked at the corners of Jason’s eyes as he continued to stroke. “That’s good, because you are really cute you know that? I’m serious, you’re fucking adorable, acting like a good little boyfriend for me.” The demon shivered, covering Jason’s face with his arm. “I can’t wait until we’re done so I can finally fuck your little ass.” He came with Jason’s name on his lips, and sat up breathing heavily, alone in the warlock’s apartment. Selat gingerly began to lick the cum from his borrowed fingers.

“If you want we can count this as a temporary surrender of your body. You offered it to me so that I could use it as a tool, not for sex.”

“Fuck no.” Jason replied. “You did all the work this time. If I’m going to give you my body, I want to give it to you. I meant what I said, when you get out of my body, I really do want to fuck you.”

“Ah, is that so?” Selat gripped Jason’s arm with one hand. He almost sounded a little disappointed.

“I mean we don’t have to if you don’t want to. I can come up with something else.”

“No! No, I want to. Though you of course have the right to change your mind and request something different at any time.” He had fully crossed his arms now. Jason filed away the interaction in his brain. He had a feeling that at the center of it was a thread worth picking at.