Ky was on his feet before he was fully awake. It took him a moment, his eyes narrowed and full of sleep when another loud knock came from the door across the room.

“Ky, we need to talk.”

Ky recognized his father’s voice and internally groaned. He rubbed at his eyes with his palm as he sought out a pair of pants. He looked around. Mag was curled up back in the corner by the bathroom, his wings tight around him like a shield, one eye peeking out. Ky flashed him a reassuring smile. Feral and Lovely were on the bed, trying to burrow down no matter how loud his father knocked. Ky wanted more than anything to be with them atm.


Yeah, hold on. I’m coming.

Where’s your mother’s car?

Aw, shit. He slapped his hand to his forehead. He had totally forgotten.

When Ky opens the door, he lies through his teeth, knowing Marcus doesn’t want to know how he got home really. I got a ride. Some girl named Piper.

We didn’t hear you come in. We were waiting. You didn’t even have dinner.

Ky ignored the churning in his stomach at the thought of food.

Marcus, a plea for the wands, a hardness in his eyes. He’s too afraid to cross into the room. Ky pulls a shirt on while his father makes demands he has no intention of ever meeting. This was not the way he wanted to start the day.

I want an ultimatum from Marcus. He doesn’t want Ky involved with these people. He doesn’t want him involved in magic at all. He needs to stop this.

Or what?

Marcus is tense, his jaw grit, eyes haunted. I don’t know, Ky. I can’t live with this nonsense. I can’t wonder about your safety. I can’t have the police coming down here to tell me you took a flying leap off a building to see if you could fly or something. I can’t do this. So either you need to stop this path you’re taking or… he takes a deep breath, his eyes turning from Ky. I don’t know. This can’t continue.

Ky is left feeling hollow. He’s going to lose them. He’s losing his father over this shit, and possibly his mother too. This wasn’t his choice, this wasn’t what he wanted, but it’s not like he had any other option. He wasn’t going to abandon the Relics. He wasn’t going to let them be killed off by a coven of slave traders. Not if he could help it, anyways.


What? Marcus seemed jolted from his thoughts to hear Ky speak.

Okay. You have to do what you have to do. Ky pulled a boot up his leg, zipping the side until it was snug at the top of his calf. An idea struck, and he grabbed Anselm’s wand from his bureau. It tucked perfectly into the side of the boot and Ky quickly pulled the other on so he could hide Tobias’s wand away as well. Marcus watched him warily when Ky approached and pushed Livia’s car keys into his hand. I have to go. That hearing this is in an hour and I want to be ready.

Ky… Marcus stared at his hand, then back to Ky. Where is this place? How are you getting there? Do you have a plan to get home?

Ky fights the familiar dread as he wonders if he’s ever coming back. Don’t worry about it. I’m really sorry about mom’s car. Ky paused when he heard the rattle of chains behind him and Marcus stiffened. Ky tried to read his father’s face as he peered behind him into his room to where Magnificent had shifted on the floor.

Ky felt a deep twinge of pity as he watched the fear wage with renewed anger on Marcus’s features. I am sorry, dad. Really.

Marcus blinked, fixing his harried gaze back his way.

That I’m doing this to you. That I brought it all back. Ky nodded to the gargoyles above. They’re about the most boring thing in this entire house and you can’t even handle them. It should have died with Anselm, but I ruined it. I’m sorry I fucked it all up for you. I’m sorry I keep scaring you.


Once Marcus is gone, Ky turns to find Lovely sitting up waiting for him. Feral was gone, and Ky glanced at the ceiling, sensing he was above in the attic. Maybe he was hiding, afraid to show him the fear he felt. A tentative plan had formed in Ky’s mind before he finally slept, and he feels a mild peace as he stands in front of Lovely and slides fingers through his long hair.

I’m coming with you.

No. Ky gives him a long look. If I take your collar off, will it break the link?

Lovely refuses to answer, his expression grim.

What if I take my collar off? Will that break all my links to the relics connected to me?

That would be madness! You would be completely defenseless.

It was the answer Ky wanted, and a weight lifted from his chest. He stalked over to his bureau, looking for his eyeliner. Lovely watched him through the mirror.

What are you going to do?

I don’t know. All I know is I can’t trust these sorcerers. So if it goes bad and it looks like they’re going to kill me, I’m cutting you all loose. His eyes met Lovely’s through the mirror. Which is why you can’t come with me. You need to be able to run. Liem knows you’re here and I’m sure he’ll go for Magnificent Night the moment he thinks he can get away with it. The chains cripple him and the wards here aren’t great, so… yeah. Ky fell silent, thinking of how he failed even that. Couldn’t make a fucking ward work to protect his family.

He peered into the mirror, carefully outlining his eyes in black. He looked older, grim. His new earring glinted and he paused, staring at it a moment. The fear had left him last night. Maybe from the ritual, knowing he carried a piece of Tobias within, the strength of a monster plus a piece of every relic he ever bonded to. Or maybe his fear had grown so big it had just swallowed him up, because he didn’t feel like himself this morning. The air felt heavy, like a storm was coming, but Ky was calm, ready.

Ky, don’t do this. Lovely’s hand grasped his arm and slid down to twine their fingers together. You don’t need to be alone. We are stronger together.

Ky smiled faintly. Even now, Lovely thought of him instead of his own fragile existence. He knew what would happen if those sorcerers got a hold of the relics. He couldn’t let it happen. Mag’s a requiem. That means he can feed you. Take care of him, Lovely. He’s really broken. He’s going to need someone like you; someone who cares. You should take my brush, he added softly as he looked to where Mag was curled up on the floor. Take care of his hair.

Ky, listen to me. We can fight. Lovely shook the links on Ky’s collar. If you summon us all, we can fight and win against these sorcerers.

Ky shook his head. How many sorcerers will be there? Do they have wards to keep relics from being summoned in? Will they just kill me the second I step into that place? I don’t even know where the hell I’m going. Ky placed his hands on Lovely’s shoulders, relieved to find they were steady. I’ll take my master collar off. When I do, you need to run. Right away. You know this is the only option.

Ky could see the understanding in his eyes even if his jaw was set in a defiant expression. I’m sorry I said those things to you. I’m sorry I got everything so confused. I love you so much and…

Stop apologizing, Lovely hissed, grabbing two fistfuls of Ky’s hair and kissing him fiercely. Ky whimpered, opening to the brutal kiss, a sigh escaping him when Lovely pulled away to glare down at him. You’re coming back. You’re coming home. I did not bond with you just to have you die!

Ky smiled breathlessly, his heart feeling too big for his chest as he stared up into Lovely’s beautiful, mismatched eyes. He could see tears trying to break free, and Ky slid his hand up, rubbing his thumb over Lovely’s red lips. I’m not planning on dying. But if it happens, I’ll feel a lot better if I know that you’ll live through it. That you’ll run and find a safe place to hide. Promise me, Lovely. Just promise me this and I can face whatever the hell I have to face today.

Lovely’s glare grew. With a hiss, he released him and whirled away, his tail slashing the air. I will never be able to find you in this world if you take that collar off. If they capture you, I will not be able to save you. He turned back, pointing at Ky aggressively, his brows in a sharp V. You do not take it off unless you’re going to die, you understand? Even then… frrl. He turned away again, his voice breaking and a tear streaking down his cheek. I can heal. I’m a healer. Do not be rash with this decision, sweetling.

I won’t. Ky licked his lips, watching Lovely’s tail twitch in agitation. I won’t do that to you.

Good. Wipes at his face brusquely. Redless! Time is running out.

Ky looked to the wardrobe, not surprised to find Feral watching. Feral stepped forward, a long piece of black leather draped over his arm. Mag’s head shot up when he saw it, his eyes narrowed as he sniffed the air.

It’s the master’s old coat. Unfolds it and holds it up. You should dress like them. Do not let them think lowly of you. You are a master summoner with many demons, not one of those apprentices. You must blend in with these sorcerers. Show no emotion. Most important, do not let them see you feed. Feral’s eyes bore into his. If they know what you are, you will never be free.

Ky nodded stiffly, staring at the coat that smelled like dust and maybe it was his imagination, but old blood. It was a long leather trench coat with smooth onyx buttons inlaid with geometric silver designs. Embroidered cuffs, silk lining of black on black paisleys. It looked like Anselm had stolen it from a vampire’s castle. Ky’s lips twisted down and his brows furrowed. Were vampires real?

Wear it. Place Anselm’s wand here. Feral pointed to a hidden pocket made specifically to hold the instrument. No matter what, let no one touch you or take your wand. He held the coat up and Ky turned, sliding his arms into the leather. He felt mildly sick, like he was sliding into Anselm’s skin. 15 years dead and the man still haunted his clothes. Ky glanced at himself in the mirror, glaring at who he saw there. He was cloaked nearly as black as the relics, but instead of shadows it was magic and pompous ceremony. He pulled his hair up into a ponytail, his bangs half obscuring his face. He sought out his black lipstick and traced the color onto his lips. He didn’t care what people saw when they looked at him, but the last thing he wanted to do was look like Anselm when he said goodbye to Mag.

Feral’s fingers teased along the strands of his ponytail, and Ky turned.

Act like an asshole, whelp. Like the world is dirt beneath your shoes. Like you don’t care if relics are killed, just so long as you’re doing the killing. Don’t let them see your heart. I know men like this. Any weakness, any, and they will use it against you. Don’t fall for their lies and don’t cry. Bawl when you come home, not out there.

Feral’s eyes glared into him, and Ky could feel his fear. If I come home crying, you can’t make fun of me, Ky pointed out quietly.

Come home. We’ll see how much I can tease you then. He turned his head to where Mag was sitting. You better come home, whelp. No one else can help him the way you can.

Ky took heavy steps to where Mag was, his eyes on his curled horns and bowed head. Ky wished he had washed his hair last night. Wished he had brushed it until it shone. Wished he found a way to get those chains off of him. Wished there had just been more time to watch this man return to life and see who he really was.

I’m leaving. He crouched down when Mag refused to lift his head. Lovely and Feral will be here if you need anything. And if something happens… If I can’t convince these assholes that Tobias’s relics are mine, and it all goes to shit… Ky trailed off. Feral and Lovely will take care of you. They’re good people, Mag. I know it can be hard to trust, but you can trust them. You’re going to be fine.

Mag didn’t say anything, and Ky worried it was the coat, his face, every reminder of the man he kept insisting was really dead. Maybe it was just the blatant lie. Ky didn’t want it to be a lie but he had little hope Mag would be okay without someone to love him, wait for him to heal. I have to go. I don’t want to give them an excuse to come back here. He pushed up and jolted when Mag’s tail wrapped around his wrist.

Mag pulled him down until Ky’s head was resting on his shoulder. His wings wrapped around them, a dark sanctuary of heat and fluttering shadows. Ky understood why Mag hid in his wings now. It was peaceful and muffled the world outside to almost bearable. Thank you, Ky whispered. For not giving up after all this time. I won’t give up either.

Ky takes the card off the top of the bureau and grabs his lighter for his incense. The fear is palpable coming from the relics. This is an enemy they have never been able to defeat. They hadn’t won against Anselm, no it took a monster they all feared to kill the sorcerer. They didn’t fully know just how fragile a sorcerer could be—Ky only knew because he saw Tobias die. They were still just humans. Death would eventually take them. If he had any say, far sooner than later.

Ky lights the card, not sure what to expect. His eyes go wide when the flame turns green and he’s sucked into it hand first in a flash. The card falls to the ground and burns out while the three relics stare.

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Feral, wrapped over Ky, watched Mag warily as Lovely touched his tongue delicately to the orb on his arm. He had once seen the requiem nearly kill two relics when they had given into starvation and tried to touch him. It was fresh from the move, when Anselm hadn’t had their living arrangements quite figured out, and the requiem was chained with the others upstairs. In an instant Seriphous had gone from docile and dulled eyed to a murderous beast, all to protect the two fools from what Anselm would do to them if he discovered they fed from the requiem. Feral knew the hunger and isolation had taken his brain then—requiem were not meant to survive starvation but be what prevented it. Feral could not let his guard down, not with the whelp so trusting, and Thornes so easily addled by the requiem’s power.


Ky, who is lost in his change, starving, confused, is on the verge of breaking down as he thinks of all he’s messed up. He feels different now, more stable since the sex, and he realizes they were right. He keeps fucking it up. He doesn’t understand anything.

Why would you? Why would you know any of this? Feral is blunt. Do you even understand how long we have lived far from our realm? We barely remember who we used to be. Why should you know it as well? You have only know what you were.

I don’t know… I don’t know what I’m becoming. I don’t know why I feel like this, why I’m breaking at every fucking turn. I’m hungry. I’m so fucking hungry but I don’t want food. The last thing I ate was Tobias and I can’t ever eat again. Tomorrow—I’m going to fuck it up. I’m already falling apart and I can’t do it. I can’t protect you.

Mag is the one who grabs Ky’s shoulder and pulls him toward him. You ‘ate’ him? His first words since the fight, Ky stares at him in shock.

Ky nods, his expression growing grim. He owned the other wand. He was going to kill Brave. I… I let them kill him. They fed me pieces of him and… he trails off, watching as Mag, with a serious expression, reaches up and carefully pulls one of the dark piercings from his ear.

Feral speaks to Ky while watching as well. You have killed in defense of your clan. You have protected your bonded and taken a life. You have eaten the flesh of the dead to honor the life you took and the ones you saved. You have earned your ‘mark’—find a better word.

Ky is confused, feeling the weight of the three. They seemed so serious, like it was a ritual. For murder? For cannibalism?

Lovely steps up, a claw outstretched. He pierces the outer edge of Ky’s ear, quick to slip the dark metal in place before he can heal. We are all energy. Everything we feed from, we give back. We consume those who die so they live on with us, immortal in our bodies. Every life becomes a part of us, forges us.


Ky sighs, his lips parting when Lovely sought his mouth out and kissed him deeply. He let himself be pulled close, his breath growing short with every rough kiss and sharp nip to his skin. Having Lovely touch him after all his anger, his mistrust and confusion, seemed to sooth something inside of him.

Lovely fucks Ky. This needs to be a meeting. Ky realizes the immense fear the relics have for his safety. They think he’s going to die tomorrow and it has fueled their actions the same way Ky’s new hunger has made him irrational and emotional.

Ky showers and goes to bed with all three in bed, Mag sitting at the furthest corner, his hair brushed smooth even if it was still in need of a wash. Wounds healed—at least the ones visible. Feral fucked out, and Lov purring and content. Ky worries, wondering in how many ways he’ll fail them all by the time tomorrow is over.

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Babes, I've got a treat for you this week

New Demon Arms Cover!

Wylie’s got his arms out (so sexy!), Dorian’s sparking hot, and yeah, that’s Beck in the background cuz why the fuck not? He’ll be back in later books so might as well see him now. (I could so see Adam with the help of Beck ending up leading one of the magical gangs that hang in Orphic District…)

I'm Not Breaking It...

Lol, so if you’re guessing given the epic nature of this cover, I have plans for the series. Part of those plans is an extensive rewrite of the first book. Before anyone freaks, I’ll be releasing it as a second edition (ideally the same time or right before the sequel.) The original Demon Arms will remain untouched. But this series is changing to suit a different type of pacing—and to be quite blunt, as I recover my health, my brain is changing and turning me into a different type of writer. Hopefully, a better one, but eh, that’s completely subjective. Hence leaving the original Demon Arms alone. I want to create a more immersive, detail oriented experience without my moldy brain making things confusing, but I get it. Some people like things just the way they are and I’m not about to punish them over it. I published it and it’s no longer mine to fuck with. I had a lot of ideas for Demon Arms when I first conceived that book, ideas I tossed to the side because I felt restricted by the whole mold toxicity, and by the format of a romance novel. I rushed the beginning because meeting the love interest late into a book just wasn’t done, and I hid a lot of details, and didn’t flesh out the world because, well, I wasn’t good at world building and settings and descriptions. I couldn’t visualize and I was just tired and wanted to finish the damn book. >_< I felt those format restrictions even more when I found myself over 160,000 words into Sorcerer Slayer trying to tie up all these ends that weren’t ready to be tied up. I want this to feel like a TV series, where books are seasons where you have this overarching plot line pushing everything forward while we get to really explore the world and characters living there with smaller plot points and events. It can’t just be one relationship focus book to book because it’s about a cast of people interacting, not one neat, tidy a+b=c kinda format. I had to let go of that romance ideal of getting the perfect, neat ending by the end of the book when love lines didn’t match plot lines. That, or Sorcerer Slayer was going to end up being like 400,000 words. @[email protected] I’ve actually broken Sorcerer Slayer into 3 books—Shiny Thief (Raider), Sorcerer Slayer (Vincent), and Manic Fool (Fox)—which are mostly outlined and being fleshed out while I finish up the first out of what I’ve already written for Shiny Thief. And I’m working on the Demon Arms rewrite—my fuck, it feels like a draft. I remember getting pissed when someone said that in a review, but now I see it. My broken brain was limited and no, you really can’t see outside of your own damn brain no matter how hard you try. It’s been a lot of work. I love every moment of it, but it’s taking my time and I’ll probably be doing less newsletters until I learn to balance. I need to find more effective ways to write while also having a life. I was burning myself out again and lost my happiness. A big decision I made is to put aside a lot of other stories for now. I have three main series focuses as I move forward, which is Hellcat, Demon Bonded, and The Paranormal Academy For Troubled Boys. Everything else will have to wait until I get these series finished. I’m practicing outlining techniques on a few rogue stories, but that’s it. These three are my main focus. Lol, if you want a visual as to where this book has been in relation to the health of my brain at the time of writing it, the covers paint an interesting picture. It’s like watching the fucking neurons restore in my brain. I swear I used to be an artist before I got sick. Now I’m terrified to try a painting from scratch for fear of all I’ve really lost after years of learning how to paint and draw… Anywho. It’s been over two years since I got Demon Arms out. My priorities were very different back then. I was very different—how weird to not live overwhelmed with anxiety anymore. I can remember clearly just spending a week freaking out when I went in and did an edit for Demon Arms to clean up the biggest complaint which was my use of terms like ‘the boy’ and ‘the blond.’ XD Now I’m all, fuck it, and I just take the time it takes. Good writing takes time and I’m not a computer. I wanted the sequel to already be done and published a year ago, but that said, I’m really glad I gave it the time to grow. It’s one thing to not obsess and be stressed out by writing; it’s totally another to refuse to put the work in and learn from every book that came before. I want to be better. I want to create a series I can be proud of—one that people are never going to want to leave. It might not come as easy for me as how I was writing before, but I feel better for trying and pushing my limits. I’m growing instead of that stagnant place of just hoping to stay afloat, and I want my creations to fit that too. Growth is good.

Fan Service <3

Ah, before I forget, the fabulous Jess has gone through the trouble of setting up a Discord fan group thing for any Sadie Sins fans out there (I know, I sound like a dinosaur. @[email protected] Computers are what now?) If you enjoy chatting with peeps on the Internet, you may like doing so about the odd things I write or just mm topics in general. I will not be observing these chats (aka, bash me if you like. XD) I wish I had it in me to be a particularly sociable person and all, but eh. I’m happily an introvert who peeks out of my shell once in a while to answer emails or bitch on facebook. But that doesn’t mean properly sociable people can’t have fun! If you’re interested, I have some pretty wallpapers to go with the new Demon Arms book cover.

Desktop Wallpaper

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Oh, also, if you’re expecting something from me in the mail, I’m getting to it this weekend, promise! Sorry I’m such a flake. I’ve been cleaning, dealing with a sick cat (my neighbor’s dog ate my homework. XD) Sending it out asap.

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Alejandro Del Bosque has always known he wanted to be a priest, but when he gets his letter of acceptance to seminary school, he is anything but excited. Suddenly every doubt he’s ever had about his path in life comes to the surface and he’s no longer sure of anything at all. He could turn to Cyrus, his childhood best friend, to help him figure out. Cyrus Brand is self-assured and ambitious and Alejandro is almost sure Cyrus can help him figure out what he wants for the rest of his life—since Cyrus knows what he wants to do for the rest of his. He could turn to his mentor, Lawrence Faulkner. Almost twice his age, Lawrence wanted to be a priest before he settled down with his wife and became a university counselor. Now widowed, Alejandro is almost sure Lawrence is the perfect person to guide him through this difficult process—if he can avoid developing feelings for him. Or he could turn to his roommate, Montgomery Banks. The man might have no idea what he’s doing with his life, but at least he knows how to have fun and that might be exactly what has been missing from Alejandro’s life. He needs to make a decision. He needs to choose his favorite sin. Dear reader: In this story, you’ll be the one to make decisions which directly affect the outcome of Alejandro’s story. This is a romance and does not end in a cliffhanger.

Mated To The Demon Prince

Sean knows what those wicked, hellfire eyes want. Him, on his knees, taking every finger, tongue, tail, and tentacle.

This is what being corrupted by a demon feels like. It’s the only explanation. Sean’s not supposed to have fangs or know magic, damn it. And this bs where he’s horny and begging all the time? No, not freaking happening. He’s just a nerd—a hot, gay, totally panicky IT specialist—who needs to find a solution to his destroyed business, asap. He doesn’t have time for whatever weird this shapeshifting demon is into. Soot can’t just claim him whenever he wants, over and over again. He’s about to be homeless!

If Sean doesn’t save a witch from a dragon, it’s game over. But he’s changing, turning into someone he doesn’t recognize. He’s not sure if he can play hero, not even when Soot abducts TJ, Sean’s painfully straight crush, to the top of a tower full of witches, gargoyles, and one very pissed off dragon. TJ doesn’t know who to fear more, the demon prince or whatever it is Sean is turning into.

There has to be a way out. Stealing a 3 million dollar hellcat isn’t a binding contract to be a sex thrall, no matter how much his demon master disagrees.

101,000+ wrds, First Published March, 2018.
Heat level: XXX



 Jamie A. on April 1, 2018
on March 31, 2018
on April 1, 2018
WOW! Holy cheese curls!!! This book is scorching hot and makes you thrive on every word. I loved it!! I there were more stars available I would check each one.

Was it possible to go crazy listening to the man who owned the sexiest lips ever? Even if he was talking nonsense at the time, TJ was still the sexiest man Sean ever had the annoyance of arguing with.

“Just one kitten. He’s so small, he’s like half a kitten. You’d barely notice him.”

Crazy. TJ was going to drive him crazy. “There’s no way in hell.” Sean decisively typed out a string of code and hit enter. “No.”

“Please, man?” TJ whined over the wireless headset Sean was failing to ignore. “He has nowhere else to go. I swear, once you meet him, you’ll totally fall in love. He's the cutest little ball of fluff. And his eyes! Oh, Sean, if you saw his eyes, I just know you'll love him.”

TJ was his friend of forever and an all-around animal lover. Sean usually didn’t hold it against him until moments like this. Moments which were growing more frequent as TJ decided he was lonely and needed an animal friend to brighten his days. Sean didn’t need a cat; he needed a boyfriend. A hot, sexy, preferably fur-free boyfriend who didn’t meddle in his life.

“Stop calling me from work trying to get me to adopt one of those four-legged beasts.” Sean squinted at the nearest of his four computer monitors. “I have enough problems without adding a kitten into the mix. Do you even understand what their fur will do to my setup?” He had three computers dedicated to IT work, and he couldn’t risk them being clogged up by fur, or fleas, or whatever the hell the little beasts covered themselves in. Pets. Why the hell would TJ think he wanted a pet?

TJ, who worked at the local animal shelter, didn’t even pause at Sean’s bitchy tone. “I'm sending you a picture. Once you see him… Ha.” The sounds of a digital camera snapping filtered through his headset as TJ chased down the prospective kitten.

“Leather couch. I have a fucking leather couch,” Sean growled determinedly. “Do you even know how much the blinds on my windows cost? I’m not letting some little clawed monster near my Egyptian cotton sheets. It would be a fucking disaster.” There was no way in hell he was taking in a mangy cat. He didn’t care if it was a baby and it needed a home. He hated pets, and he most certainly hated fur. “I’m allergic,” Sean added in the hopes of stopping the conversation flat.

“Liar.” TJ snorted derisively, only to hiss a moment after. “Oh, claws are not for hugging, little guy. Shit.” The sounds of him struggling with what Sean could only assume was a monstrous kitten with ten extra claws filled his ears. “I emailed you the photo,” TJ returned after a moment. “He's adorable. You have a huge fucking apartment and no one to enjoy it. Stop pretending rooms are for things. Love him, and take him home, and stop being a miserable bastard about everything.”

Sean closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The only person he wanted to take home and love currently wouldn’t shut the fuck up and leave him alone. He never should have answered the phone.

Sean’s computer chimed. It was his personal computer, the only one not currently being used to remote into a customer’s hard drive for virus clean up. Damn it. Sean sighed as he rolled his chair to the side and woke the computer from its screensaver mode. He paused and licked his lips when the desktop image appeared. It was a closeup of a hot, short haired man being spit roasted by two buff guys cut mostly out of the shot. It was no accident the hottie in the middle looked just like TJ. Sean spent hours photo-collaging the image to ensure TJ looked as depraved and ruined as possible.

“Well?” TJ prompted excitedly as the silence stretched on.

Sean inhaled sharply and pulled his hand up from where he was unconsciously reaching for his half hard dick. “I don’t want a cat.”

“Just because you don’t like pussy doesn’t mean you can’t like a kitten,” TJ teased cheerfully. “Come on, look at him. He’s adorable. You know you want him.”

Sean grunted at the bad joke and opened the email reluctantly. A pair of bright, blue eyes surrounded by gray fur glittered back from the screen. “I’d have preferred a dick pic. It's hideous.” Sean clicked the email closed and rolled back to the other monitor while TJ wailed dramatically. Seriously, you’d have sworn he physically assaulted the gray, ugly beast. Although not much larger than his fist, the kitten had a squashed nose and a ridiculous amount of fluff. It looked like the sort of thing Sean might mistake for a giant roaming dust ball when vacuuming. Probably even by accident.

“His eyes, Sean. He has the soul of a poet,” TJ insisted.

Sean rolled his own thankfully poet free eyes toward the ceiling. “Will you stop it already? I don’t want a pet. I don’t have time to feed kittens, and exercise them, and give them, you know…” he trailed off with a wave of his hand.

“Basic human companionship?” TJ supplied flatly.

“Attention,” Sean grunted. “Pets are a time suck. All they do is want food, then they poop the food, and sometimes they sleep. All the other time they want stuff from you. They’re just like people. There is nothing of value in any of it.” Living alone was much better. Easier. Not to mention, if he got a kitten, TJ would come over all the time.

Sean bit his lip and slowly rolled back to the other computer screen. His eyes fixed on the image of TJ being fucked senseless by two faceless men with big dicks. A cat could be the perfect excuse to get TJ to visit more. He could pretend the fluffball was sick or needed training. It could lead to them playing on the floor with TJ all sexy laughs that demanded kisses and blowjobs…

Sean shook his head roughly and reached down to squeeze his hard cock through his sweatpants. Bad. Very bad. TJ was his friend, his completely straight friend. TJ was his shy, sweet, straight friend Sean kept promising to himself he’d stop thinking about sexually. Just… Fuck, but just look at him! TJ was so hot, so unassumingly sexy with those flashing brown eyes and plump lips. He had that hot Latin lover look but with none of the confident swagger. No, TJ was impossibly shy, and it made Sean want to do things to him. Dirty things. Mean things that would have TJ begging him to stop all while cumming a river.

Sean clicked to a folder on his desktop. He teased his tongue over his teeth as he opened up the first of many nude images he had of men who looked suspiciously close to the same build and face of his sexy best friend. He was such a cockslut. Get TJ on his knees in front of a dick, and he would totally be a cockslut…

“This is exactly why you need a pet, Sean. You have no fucking clue how to share your life.” TJ’s voice took on a quality Sean tried very hard to block out as he gave a few experimental tugs on his cock. “You seriously need to get away from your computers before you forget how to talk to people. If you give them a chance, they might even like you.”

“They shouldn’t. I’m a fucking bastard and you know it,” Sean muttered. He closed his eyes as he held onto a mental image of TJ with his ass cheeks spread open, and his fluttering pucker waiting for his tongue, his fingers, his cock. If TJ even knew half of what he thought about when it came to his straight best friend, he would never talk to him again.

“Bullshit,” TJ snapped. “Sure, you say some stupid stuff, but that’s it. Everyone says stupid shit. People like you, Sean. I like you, and I happen to be an amazing judge of character. You should come out with me and some of my coworkers. We have a thing every Friday. It’s super chill, and I know you’d have fun if you gave it a chance.”

“I can’t go out,” Sean said a little too harshly. Fuck, he was so hard. Actually having TJ talking in his ear while he was playing with himself was beyond hot. It really didn’t matter what he was saying, just that it was him. The sound of TJ’s breath, his voice was all Sean needed. He could easily imagine TJ in the room, kneeling between his thighs with those perfect lips of his wrapped around his cock.

Aw, fuck. Sean wriggled in his chair and spread his legs wider. With one hand he pushed his pants down his hips, and with the other he reached in and pulled his hard cock out. Sean held his breath when TJ’s voice returned and washed over him.

“I know. I’m not asking you to actually leave the apartment. I was thinking we might have it at your place.”

“Oh,” Sean murmured as he stroked down his rigid shaft. Fuck, this was such a bad idea. “You want it here?”

“Don’t say no right away. Just hear me out,” TJ rushed on. And fuck, didn’t it just sound so fucking good to have TJ try to convince him to fuck him? To take him, and show him what being with a man would be like? Sean bit his lip and tried to drown out what his friend was actually saying.

“They’re really friendly, really nice. Some even help to train the service dogs, so they understand, you know, about people not all being the same. No one would judge you…”

“Uh huh,” Sean whispered as he clicked to another picture. This one was of a TJ lookalike with his hard dick hanging out of a pair of tight white briefs. TJ’s expression bordered on despair, and Sean made the image smaller so he could see the desktop screenshot of TJ being double teamed at the same time.

“And if you got to know people, maybe you’d be more compelled to want to go out, right? I mean, you can’t want to just stay in your apartment forever.”

“Right.” Sean breathed out slowly. His head tilted back as he thrust into his warm palm. “So right. TJ, could you just…?”

“What? What’s wrong?”

Sean grinned as he reached for the bottle of lube he kept in the desk drawer specifically for browsing porn. “Nothing. Just wondering how many dogs humped you today.”

“Fuck off, you ass. They’re just very enthusiastic to see me.”

“Yeah, but how many?” Sean snickered at TJ’s angry growl. He was forced to bite his lip and fight a moan as his lube-slick fingers wrapped around his cock. Fuck. Fuck, he wasn’t going to last like this. Talking to TJ was far more interesting when he could masturbate. “Two? Three? Seven?”

“Damn it, Sean. I’m trying to have a serious conversation with you. This is important. It might be life changing for you.”

“Uh huh.” His eyes fluttered shut as he slowly fucked into his hand. “So… you were saying?”

TJ huffed as he tried to regain his train of thought. “Damn it, okay. I just think it would be good motivation, something positive to make you want to go out into the world.”

“A kitten?” Sean asked with brows furrowed.

“No, having friends over. That is, well, meeting my friends, making friends, and, you know, getting to know people. I think it’ll help you want to leave your place.”

“TJ, driving me out of my apartment isn’t really… Oh.” Sean’s breath skipped as his balls tightened. Fuck, he was already close, so fucking close. He licked his lips and tried to pull back from the edge. He didn’t want to come yet. TJ in his ear was too fucking sexy to rush.


Hell, if he said his name like that one more time, he was going to blow. “Hold on a sec. I’m trying to focus.”

“Oh. Sorry.” TJ gave him a beat but just couldn’t seem to stay silent for long. “You sound out of breath. Tell me you’re not freaking out over this. I don’t want to freak you out. This is supposed to help, you know?”

“Uh huh. Eight…” Sean murmured as he stroked his cock from base to swollen tip. He squeezed around his sensitive head and slicked his palm in a tight twist before sliding down his shaft again. He was well aware how breathless he sounded and was too far gone to care. He wanted to fuck TJ. He wanted to fuck him hard, relentlessly, until he was crying his name. “Nine.” He glared at the computer screen where his slutty TJ was sucking cock like he was made for it, begging for it. Sean stroked his throbbing length tighter and wondered what TJ’s ass would feel like gripping around him, riding him, as he took every inch of his cock. “Ten.”

“So, what do you think?” TJ prodded, oblivious to how Sean was fading in and out of the conversation.

“How many was it?” Sean chuckled when TJ swore in his ear. “Eleven.”

“Dude, I’m serious. This is… Why are you counting?” TJ’s voice, if possible, became angrier. “Are you exercising right now, you asshole?”

Sean groaned and threw his head back. “I’m seriously trying,” he lied shamelessly as he thrust into his palm again. “Twelve.” TJ would be tighter. He’d be tight, and the noises he’d make being opened by his cock would be loud, desperate. His. Sean’s breath stuttered, and he stilled the rocking of his hips and tried not to give in to the delicious pressure building. “Fourteen,” he shuddered.

“You forgot thirteen,” TJ muttered. “Let me know when you’re done and can actually focus on me.”

He was focused. He was so focused his balls were going to turn blue. “You’re an attention whore,” Sean whispered. He wondered if TJ could hear it, the hard, hungry part of him that wanted him to be his whore. He wanted him always on his knees, waiting for him, TJ’s body his and only his.

“No, I’m just trying to have a conversation,” TJ shot back. “Do you remember those, man? You know, where you don’t stare at a computer all day?”

“I’d go stir crazy… fifteen… if I just sat in front of a computer all day.” Sean’s gaze slipped from the tip of his cock dripping precum, up to the image of TJ with his mouth wide open and full of dick. “What, you want to come to my gym? I’d let you come.” He’d let TJ cum as many times as he wanted. He’d suck him until he was begging for release. He’d fuck that tight hole of his and his mouth; TJ’s lips were made for fucking. They were so plump, so fucking red and perfect for drizzling cum all over…

“Maybe,” TJ mused as the sound of a cage closing echoed over the line. “Free is always good. Gym memberships are so expensive in the city.”

Sean squeezed his eyes shut as a vision flashed in his mind of TJ bent over a weight-bench in a pair of skimpy shorts tangled around his sneakers. TJ’s face and shoulders were bright red, his caramel toned ass and thighs rock hard and wet with sweat. The moans he made were so perfect as he took Sean’s cock and every hard, demanding thrust he pounded into him.

“Fuck.” Sean grit his jaw tight, and his head fell back as his entire body jerked in the computer chair. He came with a drawn-out growl as hot, milky streams of cum pulsed from his tip and splattered onto his sweat drenched stomach and flexing abs.

“Ha, you know, on second thought…” TJ chuckled awkwardly, the sound nearly drowned out by barking as he passed the kennel. “I don’t want to tell you what you sound like, man, but it’s obscene. Pornographic. I hope you go to the gym alone, or people might get the wrong idea.”

Sean, who covered his hand over the mouthpiece of his headset to keep from letting TJ hear the many swears he was cursing as he tried to recover his breathing, returned to his counting in a more even tone. “Twenty… Twenty-one…”

“You’re so full of shit,” TJ exclaimed. “You’re at fifteen, tops.”

“Do you want to count?” Sean’s grin felt too tight on his face as a familiar depression sank around him. It was a dream, a lie of his head. It was always going to be a fantasy even with TJ’s voice whispering in his ear. “What exactly are you saying?” Sean reached for the box of tissues he kept in the same drawer as the lube and wiped the cooling cum from his stomach. “You think when guys do pushups it sounds like they’re fucking? Pervert.”

TJ snorted. His voice was a little too high-pitched when he retorted, “No, I think when you do pushups it sounds like you’re cumming. Totally different, you deviant.”

Sean stared moodily at the ceiling, his mind still full of images of TJ acting like a hungry cockslut for him. Not real. Fuck, it wasn’t ever going to be real. Sean ran his fingers over his chest and thumbed his nipple through his t-shirt. “Just how often do you think about me cumming, straight boy?”

“Gah, stop being gross! I said it sounded. Sounded! I didn’t say I was thinking about it.”

“Right, right. My mistake.” Sean gave TJ enough time to think he let it drop, then added in a low voice, “You’re thinking about my dick right now, aren’t you?”

“Damn it!” TJ yelped while Sean chuckled darkly.

“Hey, you’re the one bringing up fluffy pussy and cum jokes. You’ve got a filthy mind, TJ. I swear you called me just so you could have someone to traumatize.”

TJ’s breath hitched, and all the laughter drained from his voice. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“For fuck sake,” Sean growled. “What, you think because I can’t leave the building, I can’t handle a dirty joke?” His voice was edged with an anger sourced straight from his own guilt. He was jerking off to the sound of his best friend’s voice while TJ—fucking perfect prince TJ—was worried he hurt his feelings.

“You know I would never…” TJ’s words were so slow and cautious, Sean couldn’t bear to hear them. Fuck, he was such an asshole. The things he wanted to do to TJ felt like a sick, demented disease he wasn’t ever going to be free of. He couldn’t have him. He wanted him, and he was never going to have him, and he was just fucking everything up no matter how much distance he tried to put between them. Why the fuck did he keep doing shit like this?

“Sean?” TJ called worriedly. “I said I was sorry.”

“Stop. It’s fine. I’m just fucking with you,” Sean snapped, desperate to have the conversation drop. “Stop acting like some virginal princess who can’t handle a dick joke. It’s just a fucking joke.” Sean groaned internally as he heard the callous words tumble from his mouth. Fuck, he was just digging a hole straight to Hell at this point. He was such an asshole. TJ was a virgin and so fucking sensitive about it, and still, still the perfect fuck was focused on trying to make sure Sean’s feelings weren’t hurt. Shit, why couldn’t he stop being such a dick?

Sean went to pull his pants up, and his gaze fixed on a droplet of cum he’d missed. His eyelids grew heavy as he thought of TJ licking at his skin to clean it. He’d hold it, savor it, a spot of pearly white on his red tongue. “You thirsty?” Sean asked. He couldn’t stop himself even now, even after having once again said something totally shitty to his best friend.

“Uh, a little, I guess,” TJ answered, his tone subdued. “Why, is my voice weird? I was shouting at one of the dogs earlier. It slipped its leash and booked it straight for the street.”

Sean closed his eyes and bit his lower lip hard. TJ sounded like he was sucking cock. He sounded like he was waiting for cum to be dribbled onto those perfect lips of his. He sounded like he was panting in his ear, inches away while touching himself.

“About the cat…” TJ was definitely more subdued. He was being cautious, tiptoeing around him, and Sean hated it.

“The pussy?”

TJ paused, and this time the awkward silence didn’t fill with laughter. “You know what I mean.”

Sean did, and he took no joy in harassing TJ over it. For whatever reason, TJ was a glutton for punishment today and still hadn’t hung up. He’d been calling him every day now. Sean wasn’t exactly sure why, but maybe he was really worried about the ugly little cat.

“The kitten. He’s a boy, for one. Not that you can tell when they’re so little.” TJ’s tone changed as he tried to lighten the mood like the upstanding, unattainable, perfect being he was always going to be. “He needs someone to love him, Sean. He’s all alone in the world and, well, when I see him I think of you.”

Sean sighed heavily. “Thanks, that totally makes me not want to slit my wrists. Care to throw in how I suck at dating and will never be happy as well?”

“Fuck—Sean, that’s not what I meant!” Sean was pretty sure he could literally hear TJ’s heart crack through the headset. “I want to bring the kitten over so you can meet him. What are you doing today?”

“Jerking off. All day,” Sean said without humor. It was probably true. He couldn’t stop thinking about TJ. Getting away with masturbating while on the phone with him sure as fuck hadn’t helped anything. TJ heard him cum. TJ heard him cum, and even thought he heard him cum. Fuck, yeah, he could totally jerk off to that for an entire day.

Sean sat up and tucked away the tissues and bottle of lube as he waited to see if his rude comment had pushed TJ to hang up or not. “When’s a better day?” TJ persisted, the stubborn fuck, his voice obnoxiously cheerful.

Sean grinned bitterly. “You ever think maybe you’re crowding me, man? I’ve got a shit ton of work to get done.”

“Take a break,” TJ snapped, and all the pleasantries stripped away. “I haven’t seen you in weeks, dipshit. It’s not like you have anywhere to go.”

Angry swearing. The perfect prince was close to breaking. Sean stood from his chair and headed for the kitchen. “Oh, are we throwing that in my face now? Maybe if you spent more time dating instead of worrying over my pathetic ass, you’d be laid by now.”

“My fuck—Sean! No. Giving a fuck about you is not worrying, first of all. Second, you are not pathetic, and I’m so fucking sick of you saying shit about yourself like that.”

Sean rolled his eyes. He should have insulted the cat. TJ was less likely to go into lecture mode when he wasn’t saying truthful as shit stuff about himself. “Uh huh, yup, I’m a perfect angel. You’re right, I’m brilliant. Genius. Yes, I’m a genius.” Sean kept his voice a bored drawl even as agitation tensed his muscles tighter and tighter. He hated this. He hated this more than TJ trying to get him to make friends like he was some pathetic outcast on the playground.

Sean stalked back into the living room and paced as TJ angrily rattled off all the many reasons he wasn’t a piece of shit while Sean continued to treat his best friend like a piece of shit.

“Are you done?” Sean asked when TJ finally took a breath.

“No. You’re an asshole,” TJ added sharply. “You’re totally being an asshole right now. You’ve been acting like an asshole for ages, and I’m sick of it. Stop being an asshole, Sean!”

This was when he was supposed to ask TJ something embarrassing that would send him over the edge and hang up with the declaration of never talking to him again. It was on the tip of his tongue, but Sean couldn’t bring himself to actually say it. If he were a decent human being, he’d just tell him. He’d tell him he loved him. TJ could have a nice cry about how he could never love him back, and then—only then—would it be a promise that TJ would never, ever talk to him again. Because, for whatever fucked up reason, TJ kept coming back no matter how shitty Sean acted.

Sean sighed dejectedly and threw himself into his chair. “Fine.”

“W-What? Wait, what?” TJ stuttered in shock.

“Bring the cat down,” Sean grunted. “Just don’t expect anything. I need order, and a fluffball will only fuck up everything. Not to mention litter boxes are totally disgusting.”

“Please, not having a litter box is way grosser,” TJ joked half-heartedly. “Uh… okay, then.” He managed to not sound happy even though he’d gotten the answer he wanted. Sean was far too used to that tone. He worked hard to make sure TJ wasn’t happy around him.

Fuck, he hated his life.

TJ coughed nervously. “Sean, about Friday. I really do think it would…”

An odd sensation weighed the air around him, and Sean blinked as the hair stood up on his arms. He looked up nervously as the lights faded and buzzed through the apartment. “What?” Flashes suddenly sparked and cracked alarmingly around the room, and he jumped out of his seat with a yelp. “Fuck!”

Sean whirled around, turned back to his computer, and stared in growing dread as the project he was working on for the last two hours flickered strange, glowing symbols.

“Oh, fuck. Mother fuck, no. No, no, no!” Sean grabbed at his hair as sparks shot up all around his computers.

“What… Sean? What a… his…?”

Sean twisted the headset off his ear so he didn’t have to hear TJ’s static confusion. This couldn’t be happening. Hours of work gone. Hours.

The flashing abruptly stopped, but Sean’s work screen didn’t return to normal. A single, large symbol stretched across the otherwise blank screen.


He reached forward and clicked the monitor power, but nothing changed. The symbol remained on the screen, an obnoxious purple burning toward hot pink the longer it glowed. His mind whirred, and Sean crossed the hardwood floor with large strides to the windows. He shoved the blinds aside and peered down with dawning horror at the moving truck out front of his apartment building. “Aw, fuck. This can’t be happening.”

Spirit Movers. Fucker.

“Sean, what the hell is happening? Why is my phone screen glowing purple?”

TJ’s voice finally jolted Sean back, and he twisted his headset into place. “It’s a witch. A witch is moving in.”

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