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It was the demon from before, and Vitruvius was watching him fuck a young man up against a wall with harsh, unrelenting slams. The man appeared to be a willing participant judging by his happy moans, and the demon was smiling, sweetly nuzzling the young man’s shoulder as he railed him.
Although it was clearly very intense, this was a passionate act being shared between two lovers.
Vitruvius wondered if he was the young man.
Was that him? Was this a memory…?
The demon turned, suddenly looking right at Vitruvius as if he could see him through the dream or whatever this was, and he whispered, “Boo.”
Vitruvius jerked awake, panting frantically, his heart pounding…
Wait.
He didn’t need to catch his breath and his heart had not been capable of pounding in a very long time. Perhaps that feeling too was part of a memory, one lost long ago. At any rate, he did feel much better, though he’d woken up alone.
“Clancy?” he called out.
“Hey! In the kitchen!” Clancy replied. “Good morning! Feeling better?”
“Yes, thank you.” Vitruvius floated over to join him. “I dreamed. About the demon.”
“Oh?” Clancy was removing the damp pages from the tub and then laying them out between some kind of thick paper. “Anything useful?”
“I’m not sure.” Vitruvius put his head on Clancy’s shoulder. “I think it may have been a memory. I saw him with a young man. I think… I think it may have been me.”
“The plot thickens!” Clancy gasped. “Maybe the demon enthralled you and bound your soul to this book so he could use your body and take control of your life! We know you were probably wealthy. He may have wanted to claim your riches and power for his own.”
“Did you read that in a book?”
“Shush.”
Vitruvius wasn’t sure what to make of Clancy’s theory. There was something familiar about it, but he could not put his finger on it. It was right there in front of him, a brief whisper of recognition that was all too fleeting for him to grasp.
“Did you sleep well?” he asked, deciding to change the subject.
“I did, thank you.” Clancy beamed. “Forgot how nice it was just to be held. Hope my snoring didn’t bother you.”
“No.” Vitruvius nuzzled behind Clancy’s ear. “Worth it.”
Clancy inhaled deeply. “Good to know.”
Vitruvius wrapped his arms around Clancy as he had yesterday, stroking his stomach and hips. He let his fingers dip inward, teasing closer and closer to Clancy’s cock.
“O-oh, well, uh, I see you are feeling much better.” Clancy’s breath quickened.
“Yes.”
“Would you, uh, like to—”
“Yes.”
Clancy turned, groaning as their lips met in a heated kiss.
Vitruvius wrapped his arms around Clancy’s neck, and he forced him up against the counter as they made out. He didn’t want to worry about some weird dreams. He wanted to enjoy himself with Clancy, and the rest didn’t matter—
“Don’t sign the contract,” the demon pleaded. “You can be free.”
Oh. Great.
