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Title: Doesn't count if it's yourself
Movie: Evil Dead II
Warnings: non-con-ish, general stupidity on the author's part
Ash arched his back into the demon’s touch, his breath coming in shallow pants and gasps. At first he tried to ignore it, that feeling inside of him, the feeling that something had changed. So it was no surprise when his mirror image freed itself from the mirror that held it captive and attacked him.
First it was only fighting, the two battling for dominance over a battle already lost.
“We just cut up our girlfriend with a chainsaw, does that sound fun?”
Then there was mocking laughter as the copy leant down to trace his tongue along Ash’s jaw, drawing a shudder from the pinned human.
How it escalated, he didn’t know. But nothing other than the hand working at his belt and the tongue on his neck mattered.
“I can give you what only you can give yourself. Something that broad could never learn to do.”
He felt pathetic, letting himself be felt up by a demon…A monster brought to life by some stupid old book.
And, as if reading his thoughts, “Ah, but without the book…This,” The hand that had idly been resting on his chest snaked lower, trailing a line down his bloodied chest, “…Wouldn’t be possible.”
His shirt was gone, torn to shreds; then, his pants were too. Every touch sent shivers down his spine, his attempts at quieting himself failing.
The motions were slow and steady; the copy hadn’t said anything for a while, so he opened his eyes, only slightly to look up.
“That’s what I want to see. Show me those pretty eyes of yours. Got the eyes of a woman, Ash.”
Glaring, but not looking away, the bruised and bloody human hooked his legs over the copy’s waist, drawing him closer; this movement caused friction in all the right places, and both men made strangled gasps at the sensation.
“They’re your eyes to.”
The statement wasn’t dignified with a response as the demon began to work on Ash’s neck once again. He could do nothing but submit, and try to control himself. The other seemed to think things were moving too slowly and ripped Ash’s jeans off in one swift motion.
Gasping, Ash glared up at himself, and began to notice small differences between himself and his copy. The demon had dark circles under his eyes, and he seemed to be stronger too.
‘Just figures he would end up looking more handsome.’
The copy laughed, a deep sickening staccato that reverberated through his bones; not
like the wailing the seemed to come from the very walls earlier in the night, this was…
‘It’s me, if I stuck my finger in a light socket and decided it was a good thing to laugh about.’
“Let’s cut out the foreplay, yeah?”
Sputtering indignantly, Ash opened his mouth to object but was silenced with a not entirely unexpected kiss. The demon tasted strange, like copper and earth. And death.
The kiss wasn’t entirely unpleasant, but still, Ash didn’t want to be topped…By, himself. With a low growl, he flipped the two over, pinning the demon beneath him. The other seemed surprised before replying with a growl of his own.
Quirking his eyebrow, Ash felt a little bit of his earlier confidence surge back into his body.
Smirking, Ash hooked his fingers in the opening in the mirror image’s shirt and pulled, sending buttons flying off in every direction.
With a sickening crack, Ash’s first connected with the demon’s jaw.
“Oh baby, I like it rough.”
It only took a second for the demon to pin Ash once again and deliver a sharp slap to the face.
“Remember your place.”
God he was hard.
Off came his boxers, along with whatever clothing the demon was wearing that hadn’t been shredded/ripped beyond recognition.
Then there was the sickening smile again. And he knew it was going to be a long night.