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It had been weeks since the alleged death of Subspace Tripmine, one of Blackrock's greatest head engineers.
The loss of this individual had been discouraging for sure, thanks to the important contributions this inphernal offered for the company.. However, not fatal.
At the end of the day, it was only a death more.
The lab he worked in had been thoroughly tidied up after the incident, it now solely belonged to nobody other than his former co-worker, Medkit. This inphernal, based on outer perspective, was known to be one of the closest people to Subspace.. However, this inphernal's grief seemed to be short-lived.
Why? Nobody knew. Perhaps the two had not been so close after all.
The truth was, Medkit held a secret.
A terrible, ridiculous secret. Bizarre even.
One he didn't even have to worry about hiding from others, it wasn't necessary. After all, only he could know of it. Quite literally..
Subspace Tripmine hadn't truly died.
At first, Medkit had thought it was just a product of his sleep deprivation.. but it quickly became to feel more real when he couldn't stop seeing and hearing that man.
That hellish man.. It had scared the crap out of him the first few times he encountered him, he looked like nothing had happened to him at all. Same old pink horns, pale skin and cheeky smile..
Same old insufferable personality.
He could not only see and hear him, he could also talk to him! It was unbelievable, for Medkit this was some sort of morbid miracle, something indescribable.. But Subspace seemed completely indifferent.
Whenever Medkit would question anything regarding his presence, the inphernal would just shrug, dismiss him or huff in amusement, like he had been told a joke– "I don't know what you're talking about, Medkit. I feel as great as ever."
..Not that Medkit was against this.
Matter of fact, he was.. happy. Sure, the whole situation was inexplicable, but it was nice to be able to spend more time with the man he had unfinished business with.
He and Subspace had always been something more than just co-workers, something more than friends.. but they never addressed it. There was no time for such thing, but even if there was, it's unlikely they would have done so.
They had been intimate before. Sharing kisses, a bed.. and so on. You could imagine the rest.
So yeah! It was indeed nice to get to be with your beloved homoerotic co-worker some more.
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"..." With pen in hand, Medkit listened as the meeting's host spoke. He was attending one of the many meetings of the day, perhaps the last, he hoped. He was just so tired.
He held in a yawn as he stretched slightly on his seat, glancing around the room and seeing everybody pay close attention to the speech or writing down stuff indicated on the board.
"So hungry.." He thought. When he suddenly felt something graze his shoulders.
He tensed up, slowly sitting up straight and watching a pair of arms slide into his visual field.. Right away, he figured who it was.
Medkit still didn't grow used to the fact nobody else could see Subspace.. so he was kind of nervous now.
"Long day..?" The entity spoke, inching close to Medkit's ear as he loosely hug his neck from behind.
No response, only a small hum good enough to be considered an agreement. Medkit didn't wish to draw much attention.
Subspace hummed back, peacefully hanging from his friend for a while longer before gently withdrawing. This time his palms rubbed soft massages on Medkit's shoulders, then down to his biceps.. making the former sigh quietly through his nostrils. That felt good.
Medkit shifted slightly on his seat, the massage felt good but also uncomfortable with Subspace touching him up like this in public.. specially now, in the middle of a meeting where he could easily stand out by doing anything other than writing.
Subspace smiled, "Poor you. Couldn't you use some relief, Meds?" his hands slowly roamed lower, bold and slender claws exploring the belts of his well-kept uniform.
Medkit's eyes widened, one of his hands discreetly going down and trying to take ahold of Subspace's hands.. but to no avail. He couldn't defend himself as strongly and properly as he wanted to right now, not around these people.
His attention kept shifting between the lecture the host was making, the one he should be putting full focus on, and Subspace's torturous hands playing with him.
"Stop it.. Not here." He whispered as lowly as he could, and damn right Subspace heard, he always did.. Would he obey, though? No, never.
"Ahh.. Come on Meddy, live a little.. Haven't I introduced you to risky stuff already? You should be used to it by now.." one of his hands slid even lower, until it settled right on Medkit's crotch. "You haven't learned a thing."
Medkit's face instantly began to feel warm, it was now the moment where he got truly nervous. His mind went back to the old times, when Subspace was still existent on the flesh. Sneaking into secluded corners like a pair of reckless teenagers when the tension between them got too thick at work.. Sometimes Subspace couldn't even afford the decency for that, straight-up dragging him along wherever he wanted and secretly making out or jerking eachother off with a third party or more still present in the same room.
It was a bit gross how needy his co-worker could get, but part of Medkit couldn't deny he enjoyed the thrill.
Something about being vile and filthy with Subspace made him feel alive.
He groaned quietly, hunching over his desk slightly. "It never took much effort to get you hard, you haven't changed a single bit." Subspace giggled, nuzzling into Medkit's face.
His hand had started to palm at Medkit's crotch, grinding against the growing bulge in his pants in a way that mimicked actual strokes.
Medkit's grip on the pen had begun to progressively loosen, until he just let it drop and click against the desk. He covered his mouth with the other hand, his eyelids droppy as he tried to keep his eyes focused ahead. On the board.
On the board,
On the board,
On the board..
On.. the board.
Fuck.
He wished he could beat Subspace bloody right now. For being an impatient, shameless demon.. For not changing even after death. Even after that very same impatience lead him to that dead end..
But Illumina, it turned him on so much.
Subspace purred into his ear, making it flick sensitively. "Mmh.. If only we were somewhere more private so I could handle you better."
Subspace had that evil glint in his gaze the whole time.. he was having so much fun toying with Medkit. This golden benefit he was blessed with as a ghost was one he would definitely not waste. He would humiliate his lover as much as he pleased.
"Grinding by itself is just sooo lame, don't you think?"
Medkit moans softly, dipping his head low.
"I can't believe you're getting off to just this.."
Both of their tails wag, Medkit's more frantically.
The friction against his cock felt delicious.. can he really be blamed? Much to his embarrassment, he was touch-starved and liked Subspace so much. Enough to be this easy to please.
Subspace's hand fastens the speed, rubbing harder onto his erection. He whimpers before he can control it, and it catches the attention of the host.
"Yes, Medkit? Is there anything you'd like to share?" The instructor seems clueless of his state, but Medkit feels like he could pass out from the sudden and unexpected attention. He felt caught
"I-I–"
"You're so cute.." Subspace whispers passionately into his ear, making his mushy brain short-circuit.
"Mh‐ No, no.."
"I'm gonna haunt you forever and use you like this whenever I want.." his ears can't stop flicking, he shakes his head and manages to finish his sentence–
"My.. apologies, sir."
His heart is going to jump out of his chest.
He can feel the eyes on him, but they don't last long as the host casually dismisses him with an "Alright" and resumes his speech.. Taking along with him the other people's attention.
He wants to gasp, his hands ball into fists.. He's so close. He's so unbelievably close.. No doubt he will find a way to get back at Subspace sometime somehow.
Oh, how he hopes it's possible to fuck ghost.
His hips buckle into Subspace's hand under the safety of the desk, seeking for more friction.. and he feels another hand slide all the way back up to his face, cupping it as he continues to be jerked off. The touch couldn't drive him any more crazy.
He couldn't stop fantasizing of what Subspace's body would feel like if he ever got to feel it again, he had never missed the tight warmth of his pussy more.
..Was it morally right to act this perverted over a deceased person?
He closes his eyes shut, the task of keeping quiet an impossible hell as he inevitably grunts and tips over the edge in his pants.
The only things he could register as his mind went blurry from the orgasm was the sound of Subspace's voice saying something along the lines of "Easy, easy.. good boy", and scratches behind his ear. He needs a moment to snap out of his dazed state, but he manages.
Playful hands tip his glasses back in place, "Whoops.. gotta set those right!"
The demon's hand reduces to a slow, sweet rub, drawing the healer's orgasm for as long as he can before finally retracting back.
Medkit is spent.
Subspace giggles softly, "You're welcome.." the weight of his body disappearing as he stepped back, ruffling Medkit's hair in a way that made him almost purr. "..Meddy."
"Meddy.."
Medkit sighed, allowing his now-weak body to limp. He didn't even care about the meeting anymore, he had gone deaf-ears a while ago.
He swallowed to ease his dry throat and looked down on himself, seeing a wet spot right on the middle of his crotch. He cursed under his breath, sitting back defeated.
Subspace was gone again now, he couldn't feel his presence anymore.. He felt glad in a way, he was thankful he didn't plan on messing with him further.
What a mess. He thinks, looking around for objects useful for covering himself once he gets out of here.. He settled for his bag.
This couldn't happen again.