Asreaon Meets The Masked Twink (Fanfic)

(An Asreaon Fanfic)

Originally written by Raze (aka Asreaon) https://twitter.com/asreaon

Edited by Gregory Hanes

I had no clue whose idea it was to stick me with Demon Duty, but they needed to be fucking shot. Sure! Send the pissed-off fae to kill the demons in the city! They were lucky I didn’t burn this fucker down, but as a Fire Fae, my powers made me a natural choice to kill the damned things...besides, I liked flying around the city.

So on one of my routine patrols I caught sight of a curious situation. There was this guy who wearing a mask being followed by five other guys. For a second there I didn’t know what was more out of place: his mask or the fact that he was being followed by so many guys. Something wasn’t right about this. I flew down to a nearby building and concealed myself so I could watch more closely. 

The masked guy was totally aware that he was being followed and had the gait of someone who's up to something. His pursuers seemed to follow him with a type of singled-minded intensity. My eyebrow cocked and a silent “what the actual fuck?” escaped my lips. After turning down a cliché dark alley the masked guy turned around to face the creepy posse. I hopped to another roof that was directly above them and decided to take in the show. 

The masked guy assumed a fighting pose and issued a typical threat. None of the men said anything. Upon further inspection, I could see that there was something legit off about them. Their eyes were blank, almost lifeless: no expressions on their faces, no tension in their bodies, nothing that said “normal”...something was up! One of the guys surged forward with more speed than his pudgy shape would normally suggest, but the masked guy was quicker. With a fluid motion, he threw the man over his shoulder. The man didn’t fly far but a person should still be able to hear a grunt or something out of someone who was thrown, but this fucker was completely silent. The masked guy must have noticed too because he looked at the dude with a confused look on his face. 

Before he could say anything another guy rushed him, but that masked man was one hell of a fighter. He hit the guy with a one-two punch combo and followed it up with a knee to the face. The other three decided to gang up on him. I was almost worried...ALMOST. The masked guy ducked and slugged one of them in the gut, jumped back, kicked another in the face, and used the gut-punched one to ram the third. All of them fell to the ground and everything was fine, right? Ha! Go ahead and pour some Nope-Sauce on that! 

Remember how I said the guys were like creepy silent? Surprise of all surprises, there’s a demonic reason for that. Besides, isn’t that usually how shit like this goes down? So all at once the creepy guys start screeching, and obviously the sound isn’t human because of course it isn’t. That was my cue to make my entrance. I landed right next to the masked guy...a dumb move on my part. Before I can say anything to him he cold-clocks my happy ass in the jaw. I couldn’t even be mad. I’d be punch-happy too if someone randomly dropped down from the roof of a building. 

“Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! I'm on your side!” I said dodging a second punch.

“Who the fuck are you?” the masked guy asked.

I had a small “Bitch, Excuse You?” moment before the rest of my brain kicked in. Why the fuck would he know me? Arrogance is a hell of a drug kids. Don’t do it! As I’m about to say something clever the dude’s attackers all get to their feet at once. At this point, we are in full Not-Moving-Like-Any-Human-I’ve-Ever-Seen territory. I decided to say fuck this mystery and cast a quick Scanning Spell. Evidently, these were corpses that were being remotely controlled. Anything beyond that would involve a stronger spell which (judging from the way they were advancing on us) I didn’t have time to cast.

“Alright, Dude! We’re in this shit-heap together! Stay close to me!” I said striking a fighting pose.

“Why the fuck would I trust you?!” the masked man asked cocking an eye.

“Says the guy in a random mask?” I retorted back at him.

The guy looked like he wanted to say something but decided against it. Now that I was closer to him I got a chance to really look him over. He was a little on the skinny side, but not in a bad way. It looked like someone had stretched his skin to give excruciating detail to each of his muscles. The tight leather pants and mesh shirt may have had a little to do with that but, Hey! I wasn’t complaining. As he turned around to face one of the corpse puppets ("zombie" didn’t seem like the appropriate description) I got a clear view of his ass. Sweet Baby Jesus! I won’t say it was the biggest thing out there or the shapeliest but he had the perfect blend of jiggle and muscle. There’s nothing better than seeing a guy with an ass that suits his build perfectly. 

Of course I couldn’t stare at it all day 'cuz you know...we’re in the middle of a fight. The corpses had begun to advance slowly toward us. Traditionally, this is the part where I start talking about how awesome the fight was and how amazing my hand-to-hand combat skills are, but ain’t nobody got time for that. I’m a fucking magical Fae! I set those bitches on fire. Now what I will go into detail about was what happened after. 

The corpses were burning away into dust as the masked guy is just looking at me. I’m not really sure what he’s thinking at this point. So while he’s staring at me, I decided to take the opportunity to check him out some more. His hazelnut skin shone under his shirt which made me curious how the rest of him would taste. I flicked my eyes back up to his and the gaze was intense. Even through the mask I could see he had gorgeous brown eyes. After a couple minutes of intense staring I couldn’t help but crack a smile. He frowned before asking me one of the best questions I’ve ever heard in these types of situations.

“Why the fuck didn’t you set them on fire in the first place?!”

I just stood there and started dying of laughter. I still don’t know why I found it so fucking funny. He wasn’t concerned with how or why I could cast fire. This mofo was strictly concerned with why I didn’t do it sooner.

“You’re not a normal human, are you?” I asked after I managed to stop laughing.

“I’ve seen a lot of weird shit.” he said placing his hands on his hips.

“I bet. If that’s your only question...” I responded.

“It’s not my only one.”

I looked at him inquisitively,

“Oh?”

“You could tell me who you are for starters.” he said looking me up and down.

Of course he would ask a boring question like that. So I decided to fuck with him. My curiosity was piqued at this point anyways. Using my wings to increase my speed, I dash forward and stopped short a few millimeters away from his face.

“Is that really what you want to ask me?”

I could see a glimmer of both concern and amusement in his eyes, but to his credit he stood his ground. He smiled and leaned forward enough to bring his mouth right next to my ear. The feel of his breath did nothing to help my steadily growing erection but, Hey! I wasn’t complaining.

“I can’t scream your name if I don’t know it.”

Goddammit! This is totally a gay porn cliché. Two strangers meet under dubious circumstances and are instantly flirting and attracted to each other? Oldest goddamn story in the rainbow book, and yet that line turned me on more than words could say. Maybe it’s because he was the first human who didn’t run. Maybe it’s because that even though he was flirting his body was still tense like he was prepared to hit me if I made the wrong move. Whatever the fuck it was my pants were tented and I was ready.

“Asreaon.”  I finally said, a cheeky smile on my face.

He took a step back and looked at me with confidence. 

“Got it.”

“And your name?” I inquired.

“Is something you’ll never know.” he said crossing his arms and smiling.

Ooh, this bastard was good, but then again he wore a mask so obviously he wasn’t going to give out anything good. Although I was hoping for some type of code name...oh well. 

“I’m calling you, Masky.” I said in a teasing tone of voice.

“No, the fuck you’re not.” he objected putting his hands back on his hips.

I looked him in the eyes and said in that same teasing tone.

“Too late! You are forever Masky in my mind.”

“Anyway I can get you to stop?” he asked with a sigh.

To this day, I wonder if he purposefully soft-balled that one to me. Really, dude? You just gonna leave the door open like that? If he was going to make it that easy, why the fuck not?

“Is this the part where I act all coy and shit? Sorry, dude. Not that type of guy. You giving up the ass or not?”

Masky looked a bit surprised at first but it was quickly replaced with swagger. He just walked up to me and started kissing me. I’m not one to sit there and let a good thing go by the way side so I start kissing him back. Our tongues are doing a tug-of-war when I see it. There’s something behind his eyes; something awful familiar. I break the kiss by pushing him against the nearby wall. Those nipples had been calling my name since I saw them through his mesh shirt. With some calculated licks I soon had him moaning and running his hand through my hair. Whichever one I wasn’t sucking on I was tweaking and playing with. He stopped me to lift up his shirt and shoved my head back onto his nipple. I pushed aside my minor annoyance and resumed work. Being eager never hurt no one. 

As I worked on his nips he slowly unbuttoned his pants and let his snake come out to play. It was fairly impressive for someone his size. He gave it a few tender strokes before attempting to guide my head down. I almost laughed. How cute! He really thought he was the one in charge. Not A Chance In Hell! I responded by grabbing his shoulder and turning him around. If I was getting on my knees it was going to be to pay tribute to that cute ass of his. I ripped his pants down with a growl and pushed him forward so his back would arch. Fortunately his hole was clean and actually smelled like soap. 

I plunged my tongue into his winking star and went to town. His moans were intoxicating and his hole tasted wonderful. I have no idea when I became such a whore for rimming, but I fucking love it. As I started to tongue him with effort he reached back and shoved my head into his ass. At first I thought it was because he wanted my tongue in deeper, but when I came up for air I saw him looking at me. I finally placed what that look was. It was Dominance! It didn’t matter who was fucking who this bastard was challenging me by telling me I was there to serve him. Nice Try, Motherfucker! 

I quickly undid my pants and took out my dick. A few strokes and spit-shine later and I was ready. I stood up and pressed my dickhead on his hole. He looked back at me and gave a smug smile. This bitch was literally throwing a gauntlet while slowly backing up on my dick! And I was fucking loving it! I pushed my dick forward and felt my tip slide past his ring. He was so fucking tight! He let out a yelp of surprise and he tensed. Maybe I was a little hasty considering we didn’t have actual lube. So, out of respect for my opponent, I let him have a second to get used to my dick. After a bit, I started to slowly push into him and bit by bit I managed to bottom out in him. I ground my whole dick in there for a bit; making sure I can get as deep as I can inside of him. He starts moaning again and arches his back opening his hole even more.

I’ve had my share of fuck-buddies and bedfellows, but this was different. His energy was something I had never seen before: defiant, hungry, and determined. As I started to pound his sweet ass I could feel him pushing back; two of us furiously fucking each other. His hole was exquisite. It swallowed my dick like it was the last drop of water in a barren desert. Every thrust sent shivers down my spine. It fuckin' fit like a glove. His ass felt like its purpose was to make me cum as hard as I could. Even though we had just started, I could already feel my balls stirring. I reached around and grabbed his dick, which was drooling pre-cum like a sieve.

After I gave his dick a few strokes, Mr. Masky there pushes my hand away. He turned his head around and I spotted it. The nature of our little competition was to see who can make who cum first. I couldn’t help but laugh. This guy was underestimating the hell out of me and that suited me fine. I angled my dick down just a bit and grabbed him by the hips. See human males have this nifty little button in their asses called a prostate, and I just so happen to be a goddamn surgeon with my dick. I started slamming into him Full Force with my dick rubbing against his prostate. Moans soon turned into screams of pleasure as our battle continued. 

We stayed like that for nearly an hour with nothing but the sounds of our moaning and me slamming into him. Both of us were drenched in sweat and nearing our limit. I reached up and grabbed him by his jaw; forcing him to arch his back more. 

“Just. Fucking. CUM!” I demanded.

He looked back at me with his face hardened into a scowl and said, 

“You. First. BITCH!” 

I figured this had gone on for long enough; besides my legs were cramping. I readied a spell to enhance our sensory input when something stopped me. I didn’t want to use magic. I didn’t want to use anything but my dick, and most of all...I wanted to win! I snaked my hand around his throat and sunk my teeth into his shoulder. His screams intensified as I started pounding him with renewed force. I used my other hand to pinch his nipple as I whispered in his ear, 

“You’re mine.”

Evidently my change in pace set something off in him as he started to throw his ass back with new vigor. He reached around and forced my head back to his shoulder, and then he glared at me from the corner of his eye.

“Then prove it!” He growled. “Either fuck the cum out of me or bend over bitch!”

I didn’t need to hear anything else. I bit him again while grabbing his hips for extra force. I was going to end it there and then. Time seemed to slow down and every thrust felt like it lasted a lifetime. I looked down and saw his dick begin to throb uncontrollably. Soon his hole started to contract. That was my sign. I slammed into him again and again. Over and over I kept demanding mentally that he cum. I knew I wouldn’t be able to last much longer as my own orgasm was building up, but I was determined. I had walked this earth for nearly four centuries and no one had ever been able to best me. I refused to give that record up. I denied it and my orgasm with every fiber of my being. I forced his head towards my face and began to kiss him fiercely. I opened my eyes and in it I saw what was going through his head.

“I’m taking you with me.” He groaned.

I felt those words reverberate through the entirety of my being. Somehow I knew he was right. On my final thrust he broke the kiss and let out a throaty groan to announce his orgasm. His hole tightened to such a degree that there wasn’t any stopping it. I slammed myself as deep as I could and fired my load inside him. My dick started to spasm in delight as shot after shot of warm cum flooded his hole. In front I could see that he was practically painting the wall  with how much he was cumming. We stood there for almost five minutes as our collective orgasms had robbed either one of us the ability to really move. My dick refused to soften. It knew that this was the best ass I had ever fucked and refused to let it end so quickly. Fortunately, my legs, chest and brain all overrode my penis and I was able to slide out of him slowly. 

He let out a groan that sounded equal parts pain and longing. I chuckled and he looked back at me with a smile. It was a fairly beautiful sight to see him slumped over, pants around his ankles, and cum dripping from both ends.

“Here, let me clean you up.” I said.

With a flick of my thoughts I cast cleaning, restoring, and replenishing spells on us which left us feeling brand spanking new and fully clothed. He looked at himself with what I assume was awe and looked me in the eye.

“That was…” he started to say.

“The best damn fight I ever had! Not bad for a human.” I interjected cutting him off before he could finish.

He cocked an eyebrow and I turned to show him my translucent wings sticking out of my back. He made an “of course” face and smiled.

“So… will I see you again?” he asked.

I hovered a few feet in the air before answering. I don’t typically do repeat performances but this guy was different. The best I could manage was, 

“We’ll see.” 

I took off in the air before he could say anything else and took a deep breath. Maybe demon patrols weren’t that bad.