Sex God Saga

### Sex God Saga 28

### Mystery Unraveled

Still SATURDAY:

Neon Sin was always a flood of Vibrancy and on the weekend before Halloween even more so.

The Stygian lifestyle Paris and Damien were living would probably go on Theo's nerves eventually, but for now he had no trouble joining every party.

His collar was a chain, held around his neck by a tiny padlock. He wasn't dressed too risqué otherwise, but he was horny enough he'd have danced naked if his master had only said a word. His costume consisted of a skeleton print shirt and shorts.

Ray had come along, whiskers painted onto his face, the leather vest open. His curly hair bounced around a cat ear headband as he grinded on Theo from the back, always vanishing in the crowd for minutes at a time.

Fulin was Theo's main dance partner, aggressively pulling the blond into any shape the Primal wanted. His shirtless body and ragged jean shorts drew plenty of glances. His lazy costume consisted of sweatbands -- he'd chickened out on the full wrestling-uniform dare.

Fulin kept giving tongue kisses. Theo felt almost bad for not using his power a little, seeing how greedy the alpha kissed. He was about to ask for consent when Ace danced up to them and hip-shoved Fulin aside.

"T-boy," Ace yelled. "There's someone who wants to say hi."

The neon lights shifted to amber and magenta.

"Oh," Theo made. "Hi Cred."

The Redeemer had gotten a fresh fade for his fauxhawk. Red horns sat atop his head. He wore normal clothes -- dark t-shirt and bleached jeans -- which made him feel ten times gentler.

Sacred greeted with a nod. "My first party. It's so overwhelming, I'm not even sure what to think. I might be having a blast or a meltdown."

Theo pulled him to the edge of the dancefloor. "You don't dance, I'm guessing? Do you drink?"

"No. I'm actually busy chaperoning. Right there."

Theo followed Sacred's finger as the room's glow turned to teal and purple.

A shirtless, pale twink with a plain face was dancing so wild it looked like he was having a seizure standing up. Red contact lenses, bat necklace, glow-in-the-dark suspenders holding up shimmering trunks.

"Eucharist?" Theo mouthed.

Sacred shoved his way through the crowd, getting them closer. He yelled into Theo's ear. "I got him to cut off at two beers but we'll see if he doesn't forget that promise. Can you help me keep an eye on him?"

"Sure... Are those tattoos?"

An upside down pentagram decorated the back of Eucharist's neck. Black letters ran between his shoulders, spelling "Heretic" in a fancy font. As they came closer, Theo also saw the outline of a devil's face with its tongue out on the bicep, not yet finished.

Sacred's sigh was swallowed by the music. "I got him to delay the *really* extreme ones until the meds kick in. One day I'll be happy for him even if I disapprove right now. That's today's therapy-speak mantra."

"Hey Chris," Theo said and coaxed Melody to give them a slightly quieter environment. The air flickered and the music seemed to drop a level, perhaps echoed a bit louder to the Baseliners around them.

"Hail Satan, but I'm not Chris tonight," Eucharist said. "I'm Abaddon. Trying out different names."

"Sure thing, Abaddon."

Sacred rolled his eyes. "Just glad we moved on from 'Beelzebub'."

"Too much of a mouthful," Abaddon the sweaty twink said.

Theo just nodded. "Nice tats."

"I got a piercing, too. Wanna see?"

Abaddon pulled down his trunks. He was freeballing. A PA ring hung on his dickhead. It looked too big for his rod.

Sacred forcefully pulled the younger man's pants up. "Not here, by the lord's merc- I mean, Jesus fucking Crist. You'll get us all kicked out."

Theo threw his arm around Sacred. "Buddy, you're doing an admirable job but you desperately need a break. You're supposed to have fun. I'll be right back."

Theo wound his way through the crowd. Lights turned cherry and cyan.

In front of Saint George stabbing a neon tube into a dragon, Cain was bobbing his head, holding a fizzy drink, looking younger than ever. He wore a white shirt with three kitten-eared ghosts poking out of a pumpkin on it that said "My Ghouls My Rules". His eyes were in their natural, pure white state.

He chatted with Mako who looked fantastic in a pastel pink, sleeveless hoodie, equally pink bunny ears adorning his head.

"Hey Cain, having fun?" Theo asked.

"All thanks to you," Cain said in monotone. "First time I'm at a party and not just thinking about survival. I'm surviving now, it just hit me. I'm alive as fuck."

Theo initiated a kiss and broke his rule about not using his power without consent or in public. Cain didn't noticeably react even as third gear sex magic was pumped from tongue to tongue. So convenient to have a boyfriend like that.

"Thanks, hole," Cain said, making bedroom eyes. "All topped up now."

"We were just talking about you," Mako said. "Well, mostly we talked about music. The little one-"

Cain grumbled, "Same height, though."

"-has a lot of catching up to do with music before he's worthy of my friendship. Even more than you, ex-neighbor."

"Not to be too forward but can I ask a favor?"

Mako laughed. "You realize you could *order* me around, right? No other sex beast in this world."

"Eerie, hearing you say that."

"Eerie-sistible," Cain deadpanned. "He's just being honest. Creeping it real."

"Let's not set that precedent," Theo said with a chuckle. "I'm following Paris' loving slaveholder footsteps. Can you just babysit Abaddon? The Redeemer formerly known as Eucharist?"

Mako nodded. "Can do."

"Feeling gourd about it," the Ghoul added.

"Ha, thanks. I'll be back."

Cain waved after him. "Bugs and hisses."

### ### ###

The lounge Paris had reserved was filled with the Onyx Skies prince and his elder brother on the sofa, Ray Johnston dancing with Ace at the banister and Fulin jamming with his eyes closed, draped over Paris.

"I figured you'd like the view," Theo said. "You can keep an eye on your crazy cousin and at the same time relax a bit."

Sacred nodded without eye contact. "Sounds good. I wish he'd stop switching names but, you know, the mantra. He'll find himself or whatever. I think we talked more, and more openly, than ever in our lives."

"That's good a least. Want to sit down or..."

Sacred turned to him. "Can you pulse me?"

"W-woah."

"Sorry, too forward. With the whole deprogramming I'm wondering if I should question my sexuality more. It's on my long list of things to question."

"Maybe do that with a less, uh, magic gay guy? My power is blessing and curse in one. Ask... *anyone* present here for their opinion."

Sacred chuckled. "If I'm honest, which is what I want to be, I'm insanely curious about what it feels like. Apparently it blew Eu- Abaddon's mind."

Theo shrugged. "I'd suck your dick in first gear if you want. You know what the means?"

"It's in your file. I'm down."

Paris patted the sofa, grinning like the spooky pumpkins on his designer silk shirt. "Right here, slut."

Sacred whirled around. "Wait, you heard that?"

The prince fluttered his gold-and-orange painted eye lids. "I can basically read my slave's mind, is all. And he's got permission to suck if you're letting me watch."

Sacred sat down and confidently slipped out of his pants. Paris pulled the Redeemer's shirt off. Everybody was trying to stare while acting casual. Except Fulin whose gaze was unwavering, hands on his knees as if he was ready to leap up and defend Theo from anything.

"In public?" Sacred asked, already going along with it.

Theo stripped down to collar and cage. "Should we find another place?"

Ace waved his dagger. "I'll set up a little blur. Nobody across should be actively seeing anything untoward."

"Cool," Sacred said, noticeably breathing heavier.

Theo nuzzled the semi-hardon through the boxers. Sacred stirred, his hand digging into Theo's hair.

Theo pulled the underwear down and sucked the rapidly hardening dick. Sacred humped upward while pushing Theo down.

"Hold still," Paris said with a cute giggle. "I know it's hard but you'll exhaust yourself."

"I-" Sacred said with his voice trembling and desperate. "I'm cumming. Holy fucking dead god, I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna-"

"No, you're not," Fulin said, amused. "That's the Theo experience. By the way, if you become a boyfriend, don't even think about taking second place. That's mine. You can fight for the number three spot, though. That one's less clear."

Sacred was barely listening, confusion and near panic gripping his body. "I- Fuck! S-so good. I'm cumming so hard, fucking hell-rape demon cocksuck."

Ace stood close behind Theo. "T-boy? Is this still level one? Normally guys don't lose it like that till level three."

Theo pulled away against considerable resistance. "I swear. It's just great sex, not even supernaturally strong as far as we know."

"Yeah," Sacred said. "Just... just great sex. I'm okay, I promise." He pulled Theo's face into his crotch. "Keep sucking, slutfaggotbitch cocksuuuuu..."

After a minute of somewhat uncontrolled facefucking, Sacred gripped Theo's face with both hands and pushed him away. "Pulse me! Pulse me, faggot. I *have* to fucking know."

Paris hummed. "I think you should just make him cum."

"No!" Sacred gripped Theo by the hair. "Pulse me. Or second gear at least. Come on, this is my first sex. You owe me my virginity. Make it perfect. Please."

Several men stirred in reaction. Oops, Theo hadn't mentioned the whole first time thing. Too late to go back.

Theo put a hand on Sacred's shapely chest and glanced at his surrounding in case anybody actively disapproved. Fulin gave one heavy nod, Paris and Damien shrugged in sync.

Theo shot pure bliss into Sacred -- one dose of max power.

The Redeemer's face contorted in such stark terror that it startled the blond shaman. The facial expression turned to devastating sadness as if Sacred had just gotten the worst possible news.

"Uh, Cred? I'm sorry, are you okay?"

The man's face settled on calm joy, mouth agape, eyes fluttering. He melted into the sofa. "Ughhhhhh yeahhhh."

Theo pulled his hand back. Even though that pulse was long over, Sacred gripped Theo's arm so hard it hurt.

"No, stay. More! Fuck me!"

"I'll just suck you to finish."

"No. Fuck me. I'll do anything. Fuck my ass. Enslave me. I'll kill for you."

"Whoa."

Paris put his hand on the kneeling Theo's shoulder. "I can't tell if this is still funny or if we better stop."

Ray stretched. "Frankly. We've all fallen for Theo. We know Cred's not going to stop now unless we cut him off for good. No Theo contact."

Sacred looked away and let go of Theo's arm. "If that's... if you have to kick me out..."

Theo shrugged and rose into a crouch. "I'll take that as a sign you're still trustworthy. My hole is yours."

Sacred attacked. Theo was flung around into the sofa and the top clumsily fiddled his way between the bottom's legs. He pushed in without mercy or consideration.

The fuck started so hard that Sacred toppled their part of the sectional and they fell backward.

Now Sacred was on top and fucked with clumsy but hard strokes.

Theo granted him second gear and moans turned to screams.

"Need help?" Fulin asked. "If he hurts you he dies."

"I'm fine," Theo managed to say. "He's nothing compared to my first time with you."

Fulin flexed. "Fuck yeah."

Damien laughed. "Buddy, that wasn't a compliment."

"Yeah it was. Theo, tell him it was. I'm a fuck machine."

Paris sighed. "All our first times with the poor slut were technically rapes. Are you a rape machine?"

Fulin crossed his arms. "Show me your ass and we'll decide."

"That fuck does that even mean?"

Ace patted the alpha on the back. "Ease up, Tank. We're all going stir crazy waiting for our turn with T-boy."

"Turn?" Theo asked. "This isn't an orgy. Tonight's just Cred."

To demonstrate, he let his powers flow free, vibrating through the levels. Sacred was going insane as expected, babbling, drooling, cursing, breathing hard and irregular.

"Theo dear," Paris said, gently but teasing.

"I know I know," Theo said. "I have to make him a boyfriend now. We'll see what arrangement he wants when he's sane again."

"You need to stop collecting more," Damien said. "Unless you can deprioritize enough of them to keep living a normal life. Not me though."

"Not it," Ace said, as did Ray.

"I'm not up for this conversation right now," Theo said. "Give us a second."

He made his top cum. Sacred *roared* a scream into the blond's face, ending in a hushed whimper. Sacred collapsed into Theo's arms, their position on the toppled sofa making the cuddle awkward and uncomfortable.

Sacred broke out into tears, sniffling, then sobbing.

Theo patted his top's back. "I figured something like that was gonna happen. Anybody want to drag us upright? Cuddle pile?"

### ### ###

SUNDAY:

Of course Theo had been visited by a roster of tops ravaging him, but mostly he'd enjoyed the day being lazy with Cain, introducing the boy to the pleasures of the Onyx's gym, spa and bar.

Their only nod toward the upcoming festivities were Cain's cat ears -- the headband blending into his white mop. It made his lack of affect all the funnier.

After lunch, they lounged on the sofa, naked -- though Theo was never without a collar of some kind at home. Damien was between them, his wide body also naked, his skin a strong contrast to the shorter men's paleness, his heavy cock still lightly glistening from a fresh sucking.

The crown prince had donated a console with plenty of games. He let the shaman and Ghoul alternately pick any they wanted to play and casually dominated each one.

"Fuck off," Theo said and mock-threw the controlled. "You can't be good at *every* game."

Damien pointed a thumb at himself. "Gamer god."

"I've played StarBlaster 3 with Mako and did okay."

Damien shrugged his big shoulders with a smirk. "Guess you just suck at games *and* dick."

"You really do," Cain said.

"Oh yeah?" Theo asked and reached over for the Ghoul's nipples. A twisting pinch got no outward response. "Who lost 8 to 1 at Blood Wreckage Bonanza?"

"Not against you though," Cain said. "Co-loser."

Theo took a swing from the bottle where Sliver lived.

Damien pinched Theo's nipple and the cock-caged man cringed with a surge of horniness.

"Hey stop, no fair."

The Stygian fell upon him for tickling, much too strong to resist. "I'm just taking revenge on behalf of the kitty cat."

Theo gestured -- a 'splash' of V in the direction of the attacker -- and Sliver made its bottle's content explode, showering Damien in cold drops. It only made the Stygian tickle more violently.

"C-cain, tell him to stop, haha hahaha."

Cain opened his mouth and turned. He picked up his phone instead. "Hello Keith, what's wrong?...You've just never called me before....Yeah ask away....He's right here. Putting you on speaker."

Oh, Cain hadn't just pretended to be getting a call?

"Theo?" Keith asked over the line. "We've been trying to think of someone or something who we could let possess you to find out more about what's going on inside you. So far we came up empty."

"But?" Theo asked.

"Maybe Cain could do it. We've never worked with a zombie before so I wanted to ask Cain first. *Can* you even possess someone else?"

"Dunno," Cain said.

"Because," Keith said, "no Outsider in the world has *this* much experience being inside a human body. Nobody has been fully possessed, merged to this degree, for years. If anyone can figure out what's up with our Mirrorgnost, it's you."

Cain shrugged, then noticed he was on the phone. "Uh, I guess. I'd rather not leave my body behind in case I can't get it back. What if the body rots for a minute and ends up too broken to inhabit?"

Keith hummed. "We have something we call guided possession. We do it to find the right degree of sharing between muse and flesh vessel. You could inch your way over to Theo's body."

"Maybe."

"I can bring over some instructions."

Theo put his hands on his thighs. "Isn't anyone going to ask *me* if I'm okay getting possessed?"

Cain rolled his eyes. "Please, slut, you love having me inside of you."

### ### ###

Theo was the only one naked, sitting on the floor in the middle of the living room.

Keith was there, as was Paris, Damien, Cristiano as well as Fulin and Jun who were on the sex schedule for later.

The TV was playing meditative sounds, but the screen was beset by a huge glitch, as if an image of an eye had burned itself into the device. The Watcher's biggest glare yet.

Incu wobbled as a spectral figure in the smoke of vanilla incense. He'd be guiding the possession.

Cain kneeled before Theo, hands on the older's pecs. All glamour had been left aside, so Cain's pupils were as white as his eyeballs. Theo had taken off the collar to prevent Glowy interfering. He felt stupidly naked with his neck bared.

The floor was littered with seals surrounding the Theo-Cain couple, keeping any other Outsiders from interfering.

"I will begin the process," Incu's smoky bull form said.

Cain's job was to let himself get moved without resistance unless something went wrong.

Theo had his eyes closed, trying to sense any changes.

"Holy shit," Paris whispered.

"Do we call it quits?" Keith whispered louder.

Theo opened his eyes to see what was going wrong and... It was the Watcher. Eyes had appeared everywhere, making walls and objects look more and more like 'Deep Dream' images. The whole world was contorting into more eyes, still creeping out from objects and across surfaces. The eyes respected the boundaries of seals.

"Has anything like this ever...?" Paris asked but Cristiano was already shaking his head.

"The Watcher is harmless, right?" Jun asked. "This just means we're on the right track."

Clothing textile and head hair twisted into eye shapes on everyone outside the glyph ring.

Fulin stared with revulsion at his own hands. His Yin and Yang tattoos had twisted into lentil shapes, the pupils moving within.

Theo got dizzy from looking. The room was psychedelic. He felt watched so strongly it was like a physical weight. It *was* a physical weight. He was getting stared into the floor.

Cain vanished with a faint sound like opening a fizzy drink in reverse.

"Uh?" Theo made. "Where did he go? Incu, *where* did he go?"

"I must confess," the sex muse said, "I don't know. He's not possessing you. He's just gone."

"Theo eats people?" Damien asked.

The room was so saturated with eyes that even the air got twisted into lentil shapes, flickering with blinks.

"G-get him back," Theo said. "Get Cain back."

"Try to make him appear," Keith said. "If it's tied to your inherent power you might be able to make that happen."

Theo thought about making Cain pop into existence. He didn't know how to accomplish such magic other than wanting it really hard.

Something rustled behind Theo and the shaman whirled around. Cain stumbled into existence as if having fallen out of Theo's back and rolled over the seals.

The Watcher closed all eyes. The room's psychedelic quality vanished so instantly that it seemed too real and solid now.

"A-are you okay?" Theo said, voice cracking, as he pulled Cain into a hug.

"Yeah," the Ghoul deadpanned. "I think since I didn't want to let go of my body, I got pulled in physically."

"Wait," Keith said. "A flesh vessel possessing another flesh vessel? That goes against anything we thought we knew."

"Good thing that's not what happened then," Cain said. He rose and righted his cat ear headband. "Why is everyone looking around? Is there something I should be seeing?"

"The Watcher was here," Fulin said and rubbed one restored hand with the other. "And I guess it saw what it wanted to. Maybe this is what we were supposed to find out the whole time."