The Vault

by Bi-Ocelot (BastTheCatLord), SplinterGirl13

Summary:

All of the small smut drabbles that I write in between fics that don't fit within my main fic will go in here
Uhhh yeah it's just a couple of dudes being guys

Notes:

I will not be taking requests for these drabbles
These drabbles will not be in order, and sometimes won't have much plot
These are just for fun so try not to take them too seriously XD I certainly am not!
I have no idea how many they'll be
I'll try my best with the tags but, as always, if you want something tagged please let me know <3
I'll definitely update the tags as I go along

This is called The Vault because that's just the name of the google doc I shove all of these drabbles into lol

If you know me irl and stumble upon these, ask permission before reading plz and thank you

Chapter 1: A Compromising Position

Chapter by SplinterGirl13

A/N:

Obviously disclaimer for sexual content - masturbation

This takes place when the boys are pining over each other.  They are not in a relationship yet, but have been living together for a while

Enjoy!

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A Compromising Position

 

Steve loved having a roommate. He really did.  Despite all his assurances to Alex that he was a lone wolf who could survive on his own in the wild with nary a soul to keep him company... he had always been rather lonely.

He wished him and Alex could have lived together, but they were basically siblings.  And they sure acted like siblings.

If left together for too long they would drive each other crazy.  They were super compatible as best friends... just not as roommates.

Alex was so full of energy all the damn time. She would constantly be going in and out of the house like a busy little bumblebee. Never staying at home for longer than a few days before going off on her next venture.  Usually to visit towns.  And she would always try to drag Steve with her. 

'You're not even doing anything!' She would complain when he declined in favor for a quiet night in.

'That's the point!' He would argue back behind his tea and blanket fortress.

In which she would argue that he's too boring. And Steve would argue that he had no desire to watch her drink and seduce ladies at whatever tavern she had chosen that night.  And she would argue what was the point of life without having a little fun. And how he stressed that they needed to be careful. And how she stressed that they needed to make friends so that they didn't need to be careful... It was an endless cycle to say the least.

Meanwhile, Herobrine was quiet. Often standing to the side to just observe. Always happy to do whatever Steve wanted to do. And if he didn't, the demon would just leave Steve to it and go off to do his own thing.  Never complaining.  They spent many days not even talking to each other. They just enjoyed being in each other's company.

It was such an easy relationship for the two. They fit nicely together.  There were some minor things, mostly having to do with Herobrine’s trauma. Hurdles that they've had to get past in order to have Herobrine trust him and open up.  But other than that, it was perfect. And Steve was happier than he had ever been.

However... There was one problem.

When he had lived with Alex. She was often away every other night.  Usually sleeping in some far off town or on some adventure. So Steve got some much needed privacy.  And when he lived alone he had all the privacy he could ask for.

But with Herobrine, there was no telling when Steve had privacy. The man could just show up at any moment.  Pop in with a teleport.  Barge in through a locked door with brute strength and a 'oh, that was locked? Sorry!  Didn't feel locked.'

And, well, privacy had never been an issue for him with Herobrine before.  Herobrine’s presence didn't bother him at all. He actually gained energy from the other unlike all of his other interactions with people. But as the days and weeks and months dragged on... and Steve found himself with less and less privacy....

He was beginning to feel a little... pent up.

And he was only human, afterall.  A young one at that. He couldn't go long without release.  His body would catch up with him eventually in the form of a wet dream that he wouldn't be able to control. And considering the demon had taken a liking to sleeping in the same bed as Steve every couple of days or so to evade the phantoms and his traumatic night terrors, the miner was trying to avoid that at ALL costs.

He had thought about ways to solve this problem.  He could go over to Alex's house. But that was just weird and awkward for both of them. Worse than just talking it out with Herobrine. So that was off the list. He could go find a cave system. But that was dangerous... not to mention usually cold. Not the... best atmosphere.  So that was a 'maybe' if he really needed to.  He could build a temporary structure out in the middle of nowhere. But that sounded insane the more he thought about it.

Thankfully he didn't need to resort to any of those strange and, decidingly, desperate tactics. As finally an opportunity presented itself.

It was late at night. Herobrine had left. Promising to be back in the morning and no sooner.  Said something about going off to the nether and that Steve should be extra wary about mobs with his absence.

So it seemed Steve finally had the night alone.  And his body was letting him know that it had, indeed, been a while since he had a night alone.

And it was finally time to blow off some steam.

There was no need to set a mood.  Or do anything fancy. All Steve had done was simply go into his room, closed the door, took off his jeans, socks, and underwear and left them on the floor to be put away later, and then laid down on his bed with a sigh.

No need for prolonged foreplay either. He knew what he liked at this point.  He just wanted to get the job done, take a hot shower, and relax for the rest of the evening.

So the miner closed his eyes, took himself in his hand and squeezed.

"Mmmm." Steve whispered out, breathlessly.  Already feeling pleasant tingles shoot up his body.  "Oh, fuck."

It was then when he heard the front door click open. 

"Hey, Steven?" He heard a quiet voice.  Quiet enough that if he had been sleeping, it probably would have gone unnoticed. "Are you still awake?"

"Oh fuck." Steve hissed out, letting himself go and standing.  Adrenaline was now pumping through him in a different way.  His heart was beating fast.  And his erection was not going away.

Uh. Fuck. Pants. He needed pants. He rushed to grab sweatpants.  Almost slipping on the jeans he had discarded. No way was he going to fit comfortably inside them right now. Not without rearranging.  The thought made him ache.

He almost slipped again as he slammed into his dresser. He backed up and scoured it for pants. He found his dark pair and slipped them on.

Almost breathless, he looked down to see if it hid the evidence.

It did not...

And he could now hear footsteps outside his bedroom.

He dove back for the bed. And covered himself in the blanket.  He draped the sheets down so it hid his other discarded pants and underwear left on the floor.

Herobrine opened the door slowly with a creak.

"Steven?"  He knocked before entering fully. The miner had to sigh a little happy at that. At least the demon was learning and hadn't come barging in.

"Come in."  Steve said, out of breath. 

Herobrine stepped into the room.  His glowing eyes lit up the area. Steve had only lit one lantern to conserve redstone.

"Are you okay?" Herobrine asked immediately.  "I heard some commotion."

"Yep."  Steve sat up straight, shifting himself so he completely hid all of his lower half beneath the blankets.

"...Are you ill?"  The demon continued to prod, stepping in further. "You're rather pale and sweaty."

"Yeah... I'm actually not... feeling so hot." Steve swallowed.  Which was a lie. He was feeling entirely too hot.  He diverted the question away from him by clearing his throat. "Did you need something?"

"Uh, no."  Herobrine said slowly. Almost as equally awkwardly. "Just seeing if you were awake."

"Well... I am."  Steve moved his hands.  "But I won't be in a while, I was going to go to bed for the night.  Hey, speaking of the night, weren't you supposed to be in the nether... all night?"  The words came out fast and tense. He didn't want to sound too snippy but he couldn't hide his frustration like he could hide his situation.

"Er... yeah... I was."  Herobrine scratched at the back of his neck. His eyes scrunched up. And Steve recognized it as a bad sign. Something had happened.

Steve leaned forward. "...Are you okay?"

Herobrine didn't answer right away. Like he was trying to figure out if he actually was okay.

"I'm fine now."  The demon finally decided.  "I'm sorry to bother you."

"That's okay."  Steve raised an eyebrow at him. "Do you need to talk about something?"

He had been trying to encourage Herobrine to talk about his feelings instead of bottling it all up. Which Steve was terrible with. Evident of the silent situation happening now.  So he hadn't entirely convinced the other to share everything.

Herobrine shook his head. "It's fine. I'll leave so you can go back to sleep."

He started to walk out.

"Are you going back to the nether?" Steve found himself asking.  No way would he continue his activity with Herobrine here. The demon had hearing like a bat.  There would be no way to discreetly do what he needed to do without the other knowing.  Even if he was super silent. The sound of motion would be obvious.

Steve tried to ignore the sting of arousal he felt at that thought. Herobrine listening in on him. He swallowed another lump in his throat.  He was just horny in general. No need to dwell on why the random thought made him harder.

"No." Herobrine said almost automatically. A bit of anger behind it as the room heated up around him.  The demon sucked in a deep breath. "No, I will read on your couch if that's okay."

"Okay." Steve bit his lip. No. That was very much not okay. That was SO not okay. He wanted him to leave the house right now.

With that, Herobrine left the room. His cape flowing behind him. He re-shut the door.

Steve let out a sigh he didn't know he had been holding in.  Well.  There went his relaxing night alone.  Might as well chalk it up to a loss and go to bed.

He didn't even bother getting changed. He just turned the light off, laid down, and huffed.  He was very frustrated. He should go talk out some boundaries with the other. But... Herobrine looked a little spacey. If something bad had happened in the nether... he didn't want to be a bad friend and kick him out in his time of need.

Steve wanted to try to go to sleep.  He really did. That would solve this issue. But every way he shifted caused attention to the area in question.  That continued to become more of an issue as the time ticked away.

He decided after a few dozen times turning back and forth that he really couldn't take it anymore. He found a brief moment of courage and acted upon it.  He sat up again.

"Hey Brine?" He called.  He didn't even raise his voice.  He didn't need to. Herobrine would hear him whisper from anywhere in the house. 

And Herobrine was there in an instant.  He opened the door gently and teleported in. "Yes?"

"I'm sorry, but I lied to you." Steve admitted immediately.

"O-oh?"  Herobrine looked confused.  Steve hadn't ever said anything like that before.

"I'm not feeling sick. But I..." He needed to just get it out. The throbbing down there was fueling his words up here. "I need you to leave for a bit."

Herobrine looked confused.  His eyes lit up his face just enough to see it.  He looked kinda like a lost puppy.

Steve stumbled over his words to continue.  "Only for like an hour maximum. Not even.  Just...I'm sorry this is so awkward."

"No, it's okay." Herobrine now looked concerned. Which prompted him to walk in the room more. Steve felt a bead of sweat roll down his temple. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah I'm, uh, I'm fine." Steve grabbed the blankets harder. Just say it Steve. Go ahead. Communication is key. Set an example. "It's just that... well."

Herobrine waited patiently for Steve to collect himself.

"I thought you were going to leave for the night and I was, uh, looking forward to some... personal time?" He wanted to hide. His mouth was spitting out words he couldn't stop. 

"Oh. I'm sorry."  Herobrine blinked. "I understand needing alone time. I can be a lot to deal with and-"

"No, it's not that." Steve stopped him. Of course Herobrine was thinking he wanted actual alone time. That wasn't it. "I need-" 

Words failed him. 

So Steve used one hand to make a jerking motion in the air. 

Herobrine blinked. "OH!" 

Oh thank the gods he understood what Steve was talking about.  He was worried he'd have to explain himself further.

"Yeah." Steve hid behind a hand. He knew his face was red and that Herobrine could see it even in the dark room. "Sorry. Not something I can really control."

"No no. It's fine" Herobrine coughed and backed up. "Totally natural. Understandable. I'll just, uh, leave you to it."

Steve tried not to sigh and melt into the bed. His hands were itching to grab himself.

"Oh and Steve?"  Herobrine stopped just as he grabbed the doorknob.

"What?" He snapped out. He was so hard now that Herobrine was leaving and the thought of being able to pleasure himself was becoming a reality.  It was a lot. 

"If you ever need any-" Herobrine broke off. Seeming to rethink through the words. "...If you ever need me to leave. Please don't hesitate to ask.  I am more than glad to respect your boundaries and desire for alone time. Be it this or anything else."

He said it so carefully. His rough voice sent shivers up and down Steve’s spine.

The miner could barely hear over the roaring in his ears. "Yeah, uh, thanks."

And with that, Herobrine was gone again. 

The house was completely silent.

He was finally alone.

Steve practically ripped the covers off and pulled down his sweat pants just enough to free himself. Oh fuck, oh fuck .

Grabbing himself with a hand made him hiss in pain and pleasure. This needed to be done with.  He licked his lips and went to work immediately.

He moved to sit at the edge of his bed. That was the only position he could think of right now. He was desperate at this point. Any other position would take too long to get into.  Laying down felt like too many steps. No more comfort. He needed release. 

Herobrine’s words ran through his head.  That pause. That hesitation. Steve’s mind was running wild. He was already in the mood.  His imagination was ready to take anything and run with it. 

He was probably going to say if you ever need any alone time. But his mind wasn't thinking that. 

If you ever need any help with that...please don't hesitate to ask. I am more than glad to fill your desires

Mmm Herobrine ~ Steve moaned in his mind. Just in case Herobrine was still close enough to hear. At this point he was over the embarrassment of the activity.  He just wanted relief.  And it was coming to him the more he thought about the other. It stuck in his brain like an enchanted arrow.

He pumped up and down with his thumb and pointer finger. Imagining the other had stayed and was doing it for him.

He didn't question his thinking.  His brain was creating a picture that was making him harder.  And so he let it happen. Not questioning the method. Fuck it. This felt good.

If you ever need any help...

I need your help, Brine. He whimpered.  Help me now.

That gravely tone. Those beautiful eyes. His warm body.  Those forbidden abs.  Hrgh... fuck.

He moved himself hard and fast. Already twitching his hips forward so that he almost fell off the bed. He planted his feet on the ground. He was basically standing anyway. 

Please don't hesitate to ask. 

"Mmm, yeah, right there..." he finally vocalized, and told the demon in his mind. "Please." He whispered and squeezed.

He thought about how warm the other's hands would be.  How strong his grip would be. How wild his eyes would look. That long hair falling sweaty into his face. 

Steve ran a hand up his shirt and moaned at his own touches.  He was warm. And that made this better as sweat was caking his body.

He grabbed at his nipples. Pinching and playing with them for extra stimulation.  He imagined the other teasing him. Slowing his other hand motions into long and hard rolls with his hips.

Then he took his hand out of his shirt and rubbed his neck and face and hair. Bunching it up in his hands.  Grunting when he got a little rougher with himself.

A particular pump had Steve biting back a cry of pleasure.  As he faced towards the ceiling. Breathing out breathless curses.  Squinting his eyes. He could almost see white eyes staring back at him in his mind. Looking down on him. Like he was doing a good job. Like the other was proud of him. And encouraging him to finish.

So Steve tried his best to follow his imaginary demon’s command.

He pumped his hips forward. Bucking in a sloppy rhythm.  It wouldn't take long. He was so ready before. And pent up. He was ready to burst.  He ran a thumb over some wetness that had accrued near the tip. Aiding his pumps even more so.

Come for me, Stevie.

Steve shut his eyes.  Feeling it all culminating. Rising. Overflowing.

And then finally.

"Mmm....Mmmmfph!"

Herobrine~

Relief. Glorious relief.

The tipping point had been reached. And he came hard onto the red carpet below his bed.  Not caring about the mess he was leaving.  He shuddered and bucked a few more times.  Whimpering.

He let it roll through him. Savoring every second.  He pumped himself slowly as he came down.  His mouth opened wide in a smile, breathing in the cold night air. Tongue hanging out.

And then it was over.

He looked down in a haze. Body still twitching ever so slightly forward.  Pleasant tingles shot all throughout him.

And then a passing note filled his brain as he stared down at the substance running off of him and joining a small gathering on the floor...

He had a roommate now. 

He needed to clean this up before it stained.

Steve quickly scrambled off the bed.  Holding his dick still so as not to drip anywhere else just in case.

His smile was gone. Eyes wide in realization and worry.

Why did he even do this on the bed!?  The bed that they both shared sometimes... oh gods, Herobrine would be absolutely disgusted!  He would have to mention something like, 'hey I didn't actually, uh, yeah, in the bed. I was just in the middle of getting changed and needed to hide my, you know.' 

Okay, now he understood why people didn't usually have roommates. This was more than a little awkward.  He was glad this matter would most likely stay between the two of them. Alex would have teased him for days about his awkwardness and desperation.

He had to remember to move this activity to the bathroom from now on.  Herobrine didn't like the shower. Wasn't warm enough. That would be a much better place to do this intimate, but necessary, activity. 

It didn't escape him that he knew he would have to do it again eventually.  Not to mention that he wasn't even trying to think about the fact of what the actual fuck just happened back in the room.

Was it weird to think sexually about Herobrine?  They were friends.  But Steve had developed a crush over the months they've spent together.  Okay, more than a crush. He had developed feelings.  Which made this worse.

He hadn't meant to think about Herobrine. He wasn't planning on it originally. Usually he thought of no one. No one stuck around long enough for him to develop feelings. He thought of nameless, faceless entities touching him all over.  He'd thought of topping. And bottoming. Sometimes finding creative ways to experiment by himself.  He mostly focused on the motions.

But today was different. And it felt even more intimate.  And now that he thought about it, the release felt better than usual. He was relaxed, despite the panic about the stain.  He felt less tense.

He quickly scrambled to the bathroom to get a warm cloth and wiped himself off with it. It felt good. He felt good.  He imagined the other doing it for him and-

Right, the stain. Focus Steve.

He grabbed a different cloth, got it wet with warm water and then went back into the bedroom to clean up after himself.

He dabbed at the stain until there was no evidence left.  With a yawn, he carried himself back into the bathroom to discard the cloth in his dirty clothes bin and take a much needed shower. He was very sweaty.  He was glad he was wearing his sweatpants, otherwise he would have to replace the bedsheets. And now that he had his release, he was feeling rather sleepy.  And a warm shower would only intensify that feeling.

He spent a long time under the redstone faucet. Letting the warm water flow pleasantly down his body.  It eased his troubled mind. He felt so good that he had trouble trying to worry about anything else.  Nothing would be able to kill his good mood, it seemed.

And when he was done, dried off, and in some fresh clothes, he tucked himself immediately into bed.

The miner grabbed the other pillow that Herobrine often used. He brought it close to his chest. Hugging it.  Pressing his face into it. It smelled like the demon. In his sleepy haze that made him mutter happily out.

He was out before he even knew it.  Finally relaxed.

 

-

 

The same could not be said for the demon. 

Herobrine had taken to pacing in front of his throne. Trying to keep his head off of things.

He decided to go back to the nether.  He hadn't meant to. It just felt like a safe place. And his body naturally retreated there. Since the only other safe place he knew was at Steve’s.

He had a hand under his beard.  Nibbling on a finger absentmindedly.

He couldn't stop thinking about it.

Couldn't get the picture of a flustered Steve out of his mind.  It bounced other thoughts around in his head.

And it was all this thinking that had gotten him into this situation in the first place, dammit!

Herobrine had been trying to do some organizing of his materials. And had accidently let his mind start to wander. As he found things in the pile that made his head hurt.

Aether books, weapons, armor. The Notch crest. He even saw a crest with his symbol on it next to Notch's, Jeb’s, and Dinnerbone's symbols from back in the day. The next thing he knew he was hyperventilating, teleporting quickly to the portal, and going to find Steve.

But then he walked in and... interrupted the poor man's private time. Damn.  Fuck. He felt so bad about it.

The demon slumped backwards into his throne. The hand came up to rub at his temples. 

Herobrine hated feeling like a burden.  He hadn't meant to put Steve in an uncomfortable situation like that. He absolutely despised that Steve put all of Herobrine’s needs before his own. The miner deserved better than that.

The demon sat back and tried to get comfortable. He would stay in the nether and give Steven the entire night alone. The man deserved a night off from his bullshit.

He knew Steve would worry about his absence though, so he would show up at breakfast time. Nether, he would make the man some breakfast as a peace offering.  Steven really liked pancakes. Perhaps he could nick some supplies from a far off village. Pancakes would take a lot of supplies to make.  And Steve only bought what he needed.  He didn’t hoard materials like Herobrine did.

No, no. Steve was too smart for that. He would ask where Herobrine got it and then Herobrine would have to tell him. And then Steve would get mad because 'stealing is wrong'.

Ugh, Steven. Always doing what was right. For everyone else, and never himself. He wished Steve would've said something earlier. He was glad to give Steve space. And if the miner was uncomfortable about asking for alone time to take care of needed business, Herobrine wondered what else Steve wasn't asking for.

How long had he been waiting for Herobrine to leave him alone so he could pleasure himself?

The demon shifted in his throne. He was beginning to grow uncomfortable. A little warmer than usual too.  Odd, considering his obsidian throne always made him feel a little colder than usual.

The stone groaned beneath his grip.  He was gripping the throne too hard.

He scoffed at the familiar feeling rising up within him. At the heat welling up. But not heat from his powers, for once.

Clearly he was all hot and bothered because Steve had reminded him of something that could do to release stress. 

Herobrine had been too depressive of late to pleasure himself. He had during his time in the nether. A lot. He had a lot of steam to blow off and murdering mobs got stale day in and day out.  Plus being locked up had been boring. It was something to help pass the time.

But that all seemed so long ago.  And then he had been busy following around Steve. He had almost forgotten about that activity.

He didn't need the release. Just like he didn't need to eat or drink. Sometimes he forgot just how mortal Steve was.  And how Steve was forcing him to act more mortal. Eating, drinking, sleeping...

And now...

He looked down.

He was hard.

He breathed out through his nose, letting his head fall back against the back of his throne and closed his eyes. Why him?

Could this night get any stranger?

He peaked down again. Almost if pretending it didn't exist would make it go away. 

It didn't. 

Herobrine chewed on his cheeks.

Well, damn.

He WAS stressed... that's why he had gone looking for Steve in the first place. 

And if he... well, he WOULD feel better if...

He looked around his throne room real quick. No one was around. His nervous energy was keeping mobs away. But just to be safe-

He quickly sent out a huge burst of energy to the surrounding area calling for privacy.  He could practically feel all the mobs run away in fear.  He had them pretty well trained to associate that feeling of energy pulsing from him with him angrily hunting. Some stubborn mobs stayed put within the castle walls. But they wouldn't be brave enough to seek him out in this state.  They mostly kept to the lower halls of the castle.

Don't think of Steve. He insisted in his mind as he undid his belt. Don't make this weirder.  Please don't make this weird. We are only turned on by the fact that we caught him doing it and want to do it ourselves. Don't think of him like that.

He had been telling himself not to develop feelings for a while now.  He had to admit he caught himself staring a little too long at the miner.  Observing and memorizing every little detail about him. Almost an obsession.  He shouldn't get attached. Steve was mortal.

He then tried to shove those thoughts from his head as white light slammed into his eyesight. He let out a frustrated growl with a shake of his head. Damn he was a mess. He hated thinking about Steve’s mortality.  It was almost better to think about other aspects of Steve.

Like the way his flustered red face looked in the moonlight.

Okay, yeah, guess this is happening.  No turning back now.

Herobrine unzipped his zipper and pulled back the jean material.

He then freed himself from his pants and stared down. It had been a rather long time since he'd done anything like this.  But clearly he was excited about it.  As his erection stood tall and proud. Ready for his attention.

He decided, in a bit of a haze, to take off the cloak Steve had gifted him and tossed it to the side.  He didn't want to get it dirty.  That was the only thing he could remove before he was already grabbing himself. Impatient with his own actions.

White had entered his vision as his eyes grew brighter in anticipation.  He chuckled to himself. So fucking needy.  The monster inside of him was coming out. Demanding relief. Now.

He shouldn’t keep himself waiting.

He gave an experimental grab at himself with his hand.  Humming to himself as he did so.  Oh, yes.  This was an excellent decision.  He was feeling better already.

A slow pace was set as he squeezed himself up and then down.  Carefully.  He licked his lips.  Savoring the motions.

With nothing else in his head, he tried not to let himself think of Steve.  He instead tried to focus on other things.  Just the stimulation of his hand.

It didn’t really help much to get him in the mood.

Impatient as always, the white light called for satisfaction.  He was very goal oriented.  And the monster was upset at this slow pace.  And images began flooding his head almost immediately as soon as his vision began to fade.  It almost floored him, knocking the wind out of him.

Wow.  He didn’t realize how little control he had until his hand started pumping faster.  Sharp teeth ground together.  Huffing stale, hot air in and out.  Smoke came out of his mouth.  It already felt better than before.  And so he let it happen more.

He tried not to think about all the times that Steve had touched him. The man had roughed up hands with calloused fingers from a lifetime of hard labor. And yet his contact was always so soft and careful.  As if he had been imbued with silk touch.

He definitely didn't try to replicate that.

He moved his hand a little. A different angle so he could get a little rougher.  A growl came out in his throat.  Mmm.  Yes.  Just like that.  That’s how it would be.

He totally didn't think about how Steve looked just coming out of the shower. Those big muscles developed from all that mining that could probably crush a creeper's head.  All wet and glistening. With his curly hair falling into his violet eyes in clumps.  The monster provided images of what Steve would look like without a towel hiding him.

Herobrine moaned as his jerks found a fast rhythm.  The thoughts were providing great stimulation.  Making him feel more sensitive than usual.  Perhaps... it wouldn’t be so bad to continue thinking about Steve.  He already was.  And no one would be around to hear him.

The monster in his head agreed.  And he moaned out in an echoing voice.  “Oh, Stevie~”

Then he pictured Steve looking disheveled because of sweat. Looking down at him as his eyes fluttered up. That stupid smile on his face. Begging Herobrine to take him.  Hard and fast.

He would meet the miner’s every request.

Herobrine found himself jerking up and down on the throne. Into his own hand. His pants fell more to the ground at the motion.  Grunting and growling.

He could almost taste the other's skin on his lips as sweat rolled against his lower face. Skin was so foreign to him. Blood and sweat maybe. Bones and muscles. But soft skin... soft lips...  How long had it been since he felt that?  Since before his banishment. That's for sure.  He craved that special touch.  That intimate feeling.  He bet Steve was an amazing kisser.  He thought of claiming the other's lips suddenly. A smirk at the thought of Steve being so flustered. And then giving into his advances. Nipping at his lips. Their tongues intertwined. 

He thought of Steven groaning beneath his attention.  He wanted to hold the other and never let go.  He imagined hugging Steve hard.

He crushed the obsidian throne in his left hand; the one not pumping his dick. The arm rest turned to black dust in his hand. He snarled in the haze and grabbed at a different part. Hoping it would hold up stronger.  He didn’t remember his own strength when he got like this.  Thankfully, he wasn’t holding himself that hard in the other hand.

The monster was hungry for more.  Sweat and fire danced on his body. Causing sparks to fly from his hands as fire caught on his arms.  Running up and down.  Flickering on both sides.  Especially the one that was moving back and forth.  He was completely enveloped in flames within minutes.  His passion showed clearly as it flickered with his white eyes.

Yes.  Yes!  This was it.  He was only vaguely aware that he was cursing and moaning and growling.  All the sounds echoed off the castle walls and came back to him, distorted.  He pretended they were Steve singing back to him.  As their voices came together in a chorus of feelings. 

He could almost hear the miner making beautiful soft little noises. Only for his ears and his ears alone.  Their hearts beating together.  As their bodies were pressed closer and closer.  Joined together as one entity.  One beautiful entity.  

Different positions flashed through his mind.  The images of Steve flipped faster.  And so did the motions.  Inhumanly fast.  As the powers of the demon worked with him to get him faster to completion.

And those... violet eyes... at the center of it all... and... fuck!

"Steve!"  He gasped out loud. And then groaned out into the night. Loud and hard.

White light poured through his vision.  Leaving him completely blind.  To sight and to sound.  He was fairly certain he was roaring.

Before he knew it, the job was done.  And he was left a shaking mess on his throne.  Twinges of adrenaline made him buck up and down a few more times.  Before he completely collapsed in his seat.  His vision finally cleared.  The air was filled with glitches.  All around him.  They faded the more he breathed and composed himself.

He let go of his dick and took a look at the damage.  Whew.  What a show.

His clothes had been almost burnt off.  He was very glad his cloak had been discarded.  His other clothes had been enchanted ever slightly with fire protection.  It wouldn’t save them completely from his fiery powers, but it protected them from the brunt of the damage.  He had a few holes that had appeared on his shirt; especially around his shoulders where the fire had accrued the most.  He quickly patted out any remaining flames and winced.  He would have to patch those up later.

His shirt and jeans were so cut up from years of battle anyways.  No one would be able to tell the difference between a few new added patches.

There were little smoke stacks from where the cum had splattered and hissed on the floor in front of him. A mixture of his own internal heat and the heat of the nether burning it into nothing but dark stains.  Unnoticeable on the netherrack floor.  He wouldn’t have to do anything about it.  But if he really wanted to clean it up, he could pour some lava on the floor later.

Wow... He hadn't had a nut that good in years.

He huffed and slumped further down on his throne. His one hand hung down since the arm rest was broken. He would have to repair that later.

He let his head lean back, staring at the ceiling. His mouth pressed tight.  Eyebrows knit together in deep thought. 

Huh.  So...

He hadn't realized he had felt such... intense emotions towards Steve.

He had to be careful. He was doing a good job of keeping it hidden. Even from himself.

But like his brother said... he was a demon. He wasn't supposed to feel anything other than pain or anger. That was what he was made to feel. This type of desire was uncharted territory with the monster inside of him.  He had to be very careful.  He was dangerous.

Well. He better stop thinking like that now.  Good thing it was over and done with.

He could go clean up and relax at his lava bath. He stood, not bothering to rearrange himself. But he held his pants so he could walk properly. He picked up his discarded cloak and teleported himself off quickly.

He came to the area he had made to relax himself. Red veins hung from the entrance, keeping it blocked off from the rest of the castle.

It looked like a small cavern. A naturally carved out lava pool.  With sparkling glowstone embedded in the wall.

He stripped down, putting the rest of his clothes in a pile with his cloak and stepped into the lava.  The pool had carved steps leading down into it which acted like a seat as well. He sat back and relaxed, arms out of the lava and hanging to the side.

He felt really good. He couldn't believe he had forgotten how good the release felt.  Different from his anger filled releases. This was relaxing.  He would have to do it more often... perhaps it would calm his nerves a little.

Hmm.  He felt his hands spark once again. Warmth gathered inside of him. And it wasn't the lava.

Perhaps... he could maybe do it once more.

He was immortal. And imbued with many powers. He had really good stamina. So he was already ready to go again.

Well. Why not?  It would help pass the time.

He still had a lot of hours to go before it was daytime in the overworld.  And he was letting Steve have the entire night to himself.

Might as well get it all out of his system. And then after that, he would stop thinking of the miner in this manner.  He didn’t need this type of relief, afterall.  So he knew he could stop these desires from forming again.  He definitely would stop altogether after this.  Totally.  Definitely. 

Well, that settled it.  He sighed as he relaxed in the warm lava.

And held himself once more.  And got down to business.  Again.

Dark chuckles echoed throughout the nether cavern.  Before fading into moans and growls once again.

The mobs of the castle made sure to give the demon king a wide berth tonight.  The energy in the air was terrifying. Even to the bravest of beings.

Herobrine would be given his own alone time.  But thankfully, he didn't need to ask for it.

 

-

 

It was the best sleep Steve had in a long while. 

Despite the anxiety and worry and troubling thoughts from the night before... Steve was somehow able to purge all that from his mind and slip into a pleasant and deep slumber.

He woke up to the smell of bacon cooking.

He stretched. Feeling relaxed.  And hungry. His stomach growled at the delicious smells coming from his kitchen.  He wondered if Alex had come over.  She was always bringing him tasty treats from different villages.

The miner got out of bed.  The cool wood floor felt good on his feet. It was the perfect temperature. And a quick glance out the window promised a perfect day.

Steve followed the smell of bacon.  Opening the door of his room.  To his surprise, it was not Alex standing in the kitchen, but Herobrine.

The miner was stuck in shock for a second. Brain trying to figure out how he should react.  It decided to play it off like nothing happened last night. He tried to make his stance natural and walked up to greet him.

Herobrine heard his footsteps and looked over. Before turning his attention back to bacon he was currently cooking on the stove.

Steve also saw two pieces of buttered toast on a plate. Hmm.

Steve rubbed his eye and walked up to his kitchen table. "Mornin'"

"Good morning."  Herobrine said quietly. "I hope I didn't wake you. But I made you some breakfast."

"I see." Steve winced. "Where'd you, uh, get the supplies?"  He hadn't had any bacon or bread or even butter in his inventory.

Herobrine smiled and rolled his eyes. "I didn't steal anything.  If that's what you're implying."  He poked the bacon with Steve’s spatula. "I went into town and bought it."

Steve blinked, sitting down at his table. " You went into town?!"

"Yeah."  Herobrine shrugged. He willed the flame on the stove to fade into nothing.  He then placed the bacon on a plate with the buttered toast.  "I wore my cloak to hide my eyes. People were wary of me but I only stayed long enough to purchase a few things and leave."

The demon moved to place the plate in front of the miner. "And before you ask.  It was a distant village. Not the one closest to you. So no one will get suspicious that I'm hanging around here."

"Uh, thanks Herobrine."  Steve stared down at the food. "This is all very considerate of you."

"It's the least I can do."  Herobrine took a seat on the other side of him. Sorta slouching into it. And looking away. "...Especially after all you do for me."

Steve shrugged and took a bite of the toast.  A little on the burnt side, but definitely edible. And tasty with the melted butter.  

It was silent save for the sound of crunching and chewing.

Steve wasn't really sure what to say.  But it seemed the other wanted to talk.  There was a heaviness in the air between them.

So Herobrine sighed and continued. "I need to tell you something, Steven."

Steve swallowed hard.  And coughed as the toast went down weird. "O-oh?"

"Yes."  Herobrine's tone had become serious. "I am not used to being on this side of the conversation. So you'll have to forgive me for my inexperience."

What?  Steve leaned forward. Interested in what he had to say.

Herobrine sat back, crossing his arms over his chest. "Steven. You need to start looking after yourself."  

Oh. So that was it.  He should've known he wouldn't get away that easy.

"Oh..."  Was all Steve could say. He looked away with a frown. He didn't like being on this side of the conversation either.

The demon continued.

"You're starting to put me before everything else. And I don't like that feeling."  Herobrine scrunched up his face. "You should put your own comfort before mine. Or at the very least tell me that you're uncomfortable so we can talk about it."

Steve poked his fork at the bacon and winced.

"You're always telling me that I should communicate more. So I am."  Herobrine sat up straighter.  "I want you to tell me when you want me to back off and give you some space."

"I just..."  Steve hesitated. "I just have never had to set boundaries before.  So I wasn't sure how to."

"That's okay."  Herobrine smirked. "I'm all about boundaries."

That got the other laughing. "Yeah, I've got the burn marks and scars to prove it."

"I'll be the expert for once. And help you through it."  Herobrine shifted to fold his hands on the table. "Let's start small. Any time you want some quiet time alone. You need to tell me.  And I'll leave.  No questions asked."

Steve hesitated once again. Thinking this through. "...but what if you need me?"

Herobrine laughed. Which made Steve jolt. It was a hearty laugh. That rang deep in his chest. The demon gave him a predatory look. "Mortal, I have been alone for thousands of years. I don't-"  

He broke off suddenly. No. That wasn't true. He did need Steve. "I don't need your undivided attention. I can handle myself."

Steve wasn't convinced.  And it showed in his body language.

"Look at it this way."  Herobrine made their eyes meet.  "If you want to help me, you need to be at your best. And you can't be at your best if you're not taking care of your own needs."

Hmm. The demon was right. Herobrine had seemingly needed him last night. And yet Steve was too preoccupied to help. If he had taken care of the problem earlier instead of having it all bottle up...huh.

"Well... you are high maintenance." Steve joked with a small, shy smile. "So I do need to be at my best if I'm going to have to deal with you."

"Correct." Herobrine smiled back.

"I'm just glad you're not mad about me kicking you out so suddenly."  Steve had to say. He had been worried he had caused some awkwardness amongst them. Clearly that was not the case. He wouldn't think the demon would be so understanding.

"This is your home."  Herobrine's head nodded upwards. "Your space. I'm the one intruding on it.  I could never be mad at a request like that."

Steve paused to take another bite of toast. He glanced up at the other. "...Were you okay last night?"

"Yeah."  He said, seemingly thinking about it again. "Yeah I was."  Herobrine scratched at his nose. "I think I needed a little bit of alone time, myself."

He then leaned forward with a low laugh. Flicking up his eyebrows.  "You know...I'm surprised you've lasted this long.  You seemed a little tense last night."  He teased. "Did you feel better afterwards, Stevie?"

"Hahahaaaa..."  Steve tried not to spit out his toast. His face turned bright red.  "Nope. I'm setting a boundary, right now. No talking about that.  That's private."

Herobrine smirked. "See, you're learning already. Good."

"I know I'm always telling you practice makes perfect."  Steve joked back. "But please don't make me practice that way.  I'll learn on my own. Trust me."

"As you wish."  Herobrine hummed. And then he looked outside.  "Well, if you're done with your me-time .  I was planning on scouting out some ruins I read about not too far away from here, if you'd like to join me."

"That sounds fun!  Let me finish breakfast and go get changed and packed."

"I'll leave you to it." Herobrine smiled. Seemingly pleased with himself that he had provided a decent meal for the other. "Meet me outside when you're ready. No rush at all."

"Thanks Brine."  He tried to make eye contact to pour as much meaning behind it as he could. 

It succeeded as he saw the other blush, cough, and look away.  "D-don't mention it."

And with that he was teleported off. Probably to go sit on the fence and wait for Steve.

The miner was really proud of the demon.  He showed a lot of emotional maturity when Steve could not.

Maybe the miner had stuff to learn from the demon too.

Steve quickly finished up the meal. Excited for their adventure. With the stress all gone. He was ready for a pleasant day out with his friend.

Perhaps he should follow his own advice about communication more often.

Chapter 2: Between a Rock and a Hard Place

Chapter by SplinterGirl13

Between a Rock and a Hard Place

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Steve was buzzing with excitement. Deep within a cave system, he stood strong and confident in his element. Positioned within the subterranean realm; so deep that bedrock peaked from beneath holes on the cave floor.

A slight chill ran through the area. Bringing with it a musty, yet nostalgic, smell. Moving air whooshed through from a distant underground river. It’s course carved the ravine he was standing at the basin of, yet the water had long dried in this tributary. 

His arms were pleasantly dotted with goosebumps as he prepared rope in his hands. The scratching of the hemp sang in tune as it slid across the damp floor, rhythmic with the sound of bats screeching in the distance. 

He stared up at the cave cliff that he had chosen to ascend. It's sheer surface was littered with rich veins of ore. The miner was practically salivating at the glint of untouched iron, gold, and even some promising glimpses of diamond splattered in streaks among the dark grey stone. He wouldn't even have to go that far up to reach some of the bigger veins. 

The small torch at its base only highlighted a few of the wonders to come. His heart raced just thinking about the mysteries that waited in the dark corners of the cavern, just out of eyesight.  

He had been looking forward to climbing this location for a while now.  It was nearly perfect.  Good footholds to haul himself up. Strong stone to hammer metal loops that would feed the rope through. Lots of potential pitches and anchor points if he got tired. It was relatively blocked off so he wouldn't have to worry about mobs... 

Not that he usually had to worry about mobs nowadays.

Thanks to one of the main reasons he had been especially excited to climb today, and the reason he had been holding out thus far; his climbing partner.

The miner glanced over at the demon.  And, unlike Steve, Herobrine was clearly not pleased. Displeasure of all sorts painted on his furrowed brown and comical frown.

The demon was eyeing up the cliff face like an enemy that dared to stand in his way.  Steve was pretty sure that sneer on his face would make the rock shudder in terror any minute now. 

Ever defiant and horrifying nether beast. Wisps of smoke radiated from beneath the fabric of Herobrine’s shirt, a steaming hot aura as his nervousness surfaced everywhere but his stubborn face.

His poise did not dissuade Steve in the slightest. 

"Would you relax ?"  Steve reached over and used his hand to throw Herobrine off balance with a well placed shove to his shoulder. Ignoring the slight sting of heat from the contact. "It'll be fine."

Herobrine stumbled slightly before standing perfectly straight and glaring down at Steve with narrowed, glowing eyes. His huff of smoke did not evad Steve. 

He bit back a snarl and instead scoffed to the side, following it with a pace. Kicking at mini stalagmites that had been forming at the base of the cliff face.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."  Herobrine used the wet stone to spin around fluidly. "I am so relaxed."

"I feel bad for all the mobs in this area." Steve continued while working the rope. "They must be feeling your grumpy attitude from miles away and heading for the hills."

"I am not grumpy ." He grumbled back grumpily. 

Steve gave him a fake little pout which made Herobrine really pout. The miner laughed, letting the rope slip out of his hands. 

"No really, dude. What's up? You look like a creeper blew up your house."

Herobrine grimaced at the expression. And shuffled in place. Looking uncomfortable. His eyes flitted from side to side. Glow moving with his hidden irises. Subtle. But Steve knew what to look for. 

The demon sighed. Eyeing up the cave wall and then muttering out. "It's… bigger than I imagined it would be."

And then he realized what he had just said. He started to backpedal as Steve grew the widest smile on his face.

"Fuck, I mean, no, stop that! Stop with the face! Steve, I swear-"

"Aw, thanks! I bet you say that to all your dates." Steve teased. Moving forward to touch their noses together.  

Herobrine just stayed motionless, other than folding his hands over his chest. As Steve wrapped his arms around the other's neck and stole a kiss. The demon stood like a statue.

"There's no need to be worried, you'll do fine." Steve played with a lock of Herobrine’s hair.

"I'm not worried for me." Herobrine's gaze moved to glare daggers at the cliff. "... I'm scared for you."

Steve let that sentence sink in. He appreciated the fact that the demon was sharing his concerns. Instead of bottling up his emotions until he exploded. Usually leading to a little spat between the two. 

Sigh . They were both still learning how to talk to each other.

But that was also the point of this whole endeavor. To learn more about each other.

He gave Herobrine a patient smile. Leaning back and catching his far off look to let their eyes meet. 

"I know and understand." Steve validated his thoughts. "That's why we're doing this, remember? To prove you don't have to worry about me. I'm a big boy." Steve patted his face. "I can handle myself."

"I know." Herobrine also said. Loosening his stance a bit as Steve walked back over to the ropes. "I'm in agreement that this will be good for us both. And don't get me wrong, I'm decently excited. I'm also equally nervous for your safety."

"Hey, I got the legendary Hero to protect me from danger." He raised a coy eyebrow. "What could possibly go-"

" Don't finish that sentence or I'm going home." The demon’s growl sent a shiver down Steve’s spine. He wasn’t playing around.

"Noted." The miner cleared his throat. Shifting the conversation.  "Okay. So, how much do you know about rock climbing?"

The demon scoffed, getting defensive. "More than you, that's for certain."

"Alright, just checking." Steve put up his hands in peace before letting them flop back down. "Didn't know if you were familiar with some of my more modern equipment."

"Please, your equipment is hardly modern." He said with an air of distaste. "It looks exactly the same as the stuff that has been used for decades."

Steve took in a breath, being patient with Herobrine. He pressed forward, making sure he didn't entirely lose the other's focus. "Okay, good. In that case, here's the plan. You'll be on belay with me in the lead. I'll climb first until I get to uh…" 

Steve looked up the rock structure and pointed to a large protruding boulder. 

"-that rock. In which I will secure myself, and then belay you up. And then once you're up, we will secure you, and then I'll climb again to the next rock with you belaying me up. We'll keep that going until we go as far as we want to go. Then I'll set up our repel, and we will climb down." 

He paused to wait and see if Herobrine had any questions. The demon swallowed. Looking slightly paler as he eyed the rock.  And didn't say anything. Only emphasizing his discomfort. So Steve added:

"Sound good?"

"Oh. Uh. Sure." He blinked. Realizing how unsure his voice sounded. And immediately put on a confident smirk. "Though, I hardly think it's fair that you get to be on top the entire time, Stevie."

Steve rolled his eyes at the positional comment. Understanding the double meaning the other was trying to address.

However, to be fair to Herobrine, it was a valid concern. For entirely different reasons.  He hadn't really thought about how he was going to mine ore with Herobrine below him. That seemed dangerous. But he also didn't feel entirely comfortable letting Herobrine lead right off the bat.  The demon looked a little shaken. Steve wanted to make sure he was calmed down before allowing him to secure the pieces of rope that their lives, well at least Steve's, would depend on.

"We can switch it up at every pitch." Steve decided.  "That way, I can swing freely and mine some ore without hitting you in the head."

"Switching." Herobrine said frankly. "Alright."

"It's good for us to switch it up. I think it will make us more comfortable with each other." It was Steve's turn to put in the double entendre with a smirk and a wiggle. "Plus then I get to look up and enjoy the view too."

Herobrine met his smirk and grabbed his chin. Bringing them closer together. 

"Okay." Herobrine licked his lips. "But if you get tired and slow down even a little, I'm taking over entirely."

Steve fluttered his eyes. Purposefully breathing on Herobrine’s, now glistening, lips. "When don't you?"

The distance was closed equally by both of them. A butterfly kiss, delicate and breathy. Hardly a peck. Ever so gently brushing against each other's lips. Steve couldn't help feeling warm from it inside and out. 

He pulled back just slightly. The hair on their lips caught on each other's. 

"Hmm. You're not trying to back down again, are you? Tempt me with a good time so I forget about climbing in favor of something else?"

Herobrine didn’t respond, and instead closed his eyes. Leaning in for a proper, strong connection between them. His hands trailed along Steve's back, bringing them closer together.

Steve went along with this. Waiting until the last moment before lurching and grabbing the demon’s head. Forcing their lips together hard. But instead of a strong kiss, Steve blew a raspberry.  Loud and wet.  Which had Herobrine jolting away in shock.

The small spell of romance was broken, as Steve burst into laughter at the demon’s utterly betrayed expression. Left to brush away spit from his mouth with the back of his hand. Disgusted. Pah, as if Herobrine didn’t constantly switch spit with him. Steve continued to giggle.

“What the fuck , Steven?”

“Oh come on, you deserved that.” Steve moved closer to him to place a pointed finger on his chest, right below the clip of his cloak. “You were definitely trying to pull one of your dirty tricks.”

He shoved him playfully. The demon did not let himself be pushed aside this time. 

"Let's get climbing before someone gets handsy. We seem to have a reputation with the bottom of ravines." And he went to put on his harness. Throwing his extra back to Herobrine, who caught it without even looking.

The demon turned his head to the side with a defeated smile and laugh. 

There were a lot of sounds of shuffling and adjusting. Steve eyed his partner every once in a while. Making sure everything looked okay. He was impressed as the demon put the harness properly above his belly button and then slowly adjusted each leg strap and belt. Once that was settled, the demon shrugged off his cloak and tucked it away in his inventory. It would be in the way.

Steve broke his gaze, finding said gaze to be wandering slowly to strong exposed arms, to clip his tools to his new belt. He had a small bag built into the harness itself, as his main bag would be used to collect any of the ores he found along the way.

Herobrine cleared his throat.

“Everything alright? Belt pinching something?” Steve’s grin curled coyly, but it dropped when he saw Herobrine staring at him hard.

“What?”

The demon’s expression was hard to read. “That’s a lot of torches.”

“Well, yeah.” Steve looked down at said torches currently taking up a large portion of his bag. “Not all of us have night vision, remember?”

“Why don’t you have a lantern?”

“And deal with oil up there? No thanks.”

“No… Steven.  A glowstone lantern. Or, nether, even a redstone one.”

The miner chewed on his lip. “Er… those are a little out of the realm of my crafting abilities. And a good one can get pretty expensive. I’ve tried the cheaper variety but I tend to break them within the first few hours of having them… best to use good old reliable torches.”

The demon smirked at him. “Even when you have to pack that many?”

“I drop a lot of them…”

Herobrine laughed, shaking his head. "Of course you do."  And turned to walk a little ways off. “Hold on. I’ll be right back.”

With a flick of his heated hands, he carved out a nether portal in the stone. Quickly heating and cooling the wall to form a big enough clearing for him to get through. 

A snap of his fingers, the portal flared to life. And the demon was gone in a quick teleport.

Steve, meanwhile, made himself busy by repacking his small bag. Taking out the torches and leaving them on the ground for someone else to find. He was having to use torches less and less. So he wasn't pressed about conserving these. Considering his boyfriend was a living one. 

Said boyfriend returned quickly. Coming through the portal and closing it without a second thought. He held something carefully in his hands.

"Found just what you need." Herobrine nodded, stepping up to join him once again. He held out his hands eagerly for Steve to gingerly take.

The glow from the device was radiant. A soft but bright color. Like the early morning sun rays. It gave off no heat but Steve felt warm just from its shine.

Two caps of elegant steel with delicate filigree carved into either top with a large solid cylinder of glowstone between the caps. A thick S hook at the top was perfect for clipping to a staff or belt. 

It was beautiful.

“Aw, Brine. It’s perfect thank you. It’s… just wow , it’s brighter than any torch!”

Herobrine shrugged, “And more importantly it won't go out any time soon. That's aetherian glowstone. Lasts a heck of a lot longer than the stuff you find on the overworld." 

"Did you make it?" Steve asked as he brushed his fingers over what must have been small carved enchants around the base. He sorta recognized the other's handwriting.

"I did." Herobrine swallowed. "I probably should have given you something like this sooner but…" 

The way he broke off had Steve lifting his head. The demon was no longer looking at him. Eyes far off in his memories.

"My brother and I made it together." He continued. With just a hint of wavering to his voice. "It holds no sentimental value, obviously but…"

Anything tied to that man usually was difficult for Herobrine to deal with. This was a good sign of growth. And Steve appreciated the gift even more. 

He leaned in and gave the demon a delicate peck on the cheek. Trying to will away those nasty thoughts filling the other's head. 

"It really is excellent. Thank you."

Those white eyes blinked as he did. Definitely clearing up.

Steve stepped back and clipped the small square to his harness belt. The perfect size for light and staying out of the way. It even managed to outshine Herobrine’s eyes in the dark.

"Wow. No more torches." Steve smiled with an excited little giggle.

"Hey baby, I can still be your torch, anytime you need." Herobrine mirrored a signature Alex finger gun. Clearing some of the tension up.

Steve rolled his eyes and handed Herobrine one of the smaller ropes with a clip on the end to attach to the front of his harness. It would attach to the safety loops as they went up as an extra precaution.

It was at that moment that Steve lost some confidence in the other's climbing experience. 

Herobrine took it and stared at it for a while. Eyebrows furrowed. As if trying to reach into his own brain and pull out the memory of what to do with what was just handed to him. 

Steve made some noise with his foot, scraping it amongst the stone. Trying to get the other's attention without him knowing. He then turned his eyes to his knot. Going slowly. So if Herobrine wanted to follow him, he could without judgment. 

But when he looked up, he found that Herobrine was intently focused on his own rope. And was tying a very strange looking knot.

The words slipped out without him thinking. 

"Been a while huh? Forgot how to tie yourself off?"

And then immediately mentally slapped himself. He shouldn't have asked the question that way. He should have just fixed the knot wordlessly. Now the demon was going to play the stereotypical 'I know everything' card. 

The atmosphere took a turn for the worst.

"Of course I know what I'm doing." Herobrine, predictably, snapped back. "Do you even know who you are talking to?"

"I know. I know." Dammit . "But do you want me to double check that knot? You can check mine too if you-"

"No, I do not want you to double check my knot !"  The demon harrumphed.  Turning up his nose. "I am an experienced climber and you wound me with your distrust."

"It's just that your knot looks wrong." He might be digging himself deeper in his hole. But at least he was being open and honest with his concerns. Might as well set an example.

"Oh yeah?" The great demon of darkness took offense to that. "And where, pray tell, did you learn to climb?"

"Well, I taught myself, mostly. From books and trial and error."

"Uh huh. And I learned from climbing experts in the aether with centuries of experience." He rolled his shoulders and folded his hands over his chest. "Perhaps this knot is just an advanced one you have yet to learn."

Prideful bastard.

"Alright, alright. Whatever ." It wasn't worth the fight. It looked secure enough. His backup belay line would hold sturdy at least. And Steve had a feeling this expedition wouldn't last very long with how piss poor the other's attitude was. Ugh. Baby steps. "Let's just get climbing."

He bent over, grabbing the rest of his supplies. Taking a handful of metal loops out of his bag and walking over to place them in Herobrine’s tool belt attached to the harness.

"We're going to be hammering these loops into the stone to hold our rope and clips as we climb."

"I understand how this works, Steven ." Animosity steeped in his tone.

" Okay . I'm just saying. We'll leave the loops in the rock since I plan on climbing here again. Then the hard work will have been done for me next time I come."

While saying all of this, Steve finished securing the loops and nonchalantly ran his hands up Herobrine’s side. Settling on his chest and giving his front a good rub. Just trying to get the demon to loosen (and lighten) up a little. 

"Fine." Herobrine sneered. Though he did sound less intense. "Did you bring an extra hammer for me, then?"

"What, you can't just use your fists, Mr. 'I am a weapon of mass destruction'?" Steve smiled up at him. Giving him a little security hug in the process. 

It finally broke through to Herobrine, who's stance relaxed and lips curled into a smile. "Hmpf. What's with that insult? You've been hanging around Alex too much."

"Probably. But, yeah I always bring an extra hammer." Steve backed up a little and dug in his pack. Handing said hammer to Herobrine once he found it. "I dropped mine once and didn't have a back up. Never again."

"Clumsy miner."

The clumsy miner didn’t retort.

After a last minute check, Steve decided they were ready. He quickly and silently put the belay in place. He wouldn't let Herobrine touch any of the clips except his own tied around his harness. So he didn't bother to teach Herobrine.

He had tied the rope to a loop that he had set in the wall right when they had gotten there. As far up as he could reach without being risky. It was nice to have a starting point.

"Okay." Steve handed Herobrine the belay rope and clipped it to his harness. He grabbed Herobrine’s right hand and put it on one end of the rope. "Pull the rope up to get rid of slack and immediately pull down like this to lock it." He moved Herobrine’s hand in the proper motion. Before the demon could react he grabbed his left hand and put it on the other end of the rope. "Use this hand to feed."

"I kn-" Herobrine started to protest but Steve moved forward and captured his lips. Forcing the demon to stop.

He broke off, almost panting. Looking into those white eyes that were doing a decent job of masking any emotions. 

"Just don't drop me, Hero."

The demon blinked. And nodded. Forcing down his protests. "... You can trust me."

"I always trust you." Steve nodded back. And then smiled. "Okay. I ask you, on belay? And if you're ready, say belay on. Then I will say climbing in which you will say-"

"Climb on." Herobrine cut him off this time and actually got into a proper stance. Working the rope neatly in his fingers. Giving Steve enough slack to get to the wall but tight enough that his harness started bunching. 

Steve blinked in surprise. Which had Herobrine looking smug. 

"I told you. I know what I'm doing."

Huh. Maybe he did.

"Well, go ahead."  Herobrine motioned with his head. "Climb on."

Shaking himself loose, Steve turned and approached the wall. Immediately throwing himself into focus. He mapped out a mental course and without much pomp and circumstance, started his climb. 

The small breeze that came from further down the cave brought a chilled humidity as they faced it head, well… side on. The rock was cold and a little slippery from it. But Steve, clumsy as he was, was right at home in these conditions. Most of the cliff faces he chose to ascend were in active ravines. That's where all the goodies were to mine. 

But Steve wasn't really focused on the ore so much today. He was honed in to his climbing partner.

Herobrine offered him support as he made his way up. Doing an incredible job of keeping pace with the rope. 

"There's a nice hold by your right knee. Good, that looks secure. Nice going, Stevie. Don't rush yourself."

When he was a decent way up, past the point he had set before but still in reach, Steve called down to Herobrine. "I'm going to set up the first stake."

"Okay. I have you."

And surprisingly, Herobrine did. His harness felt snug and secure. Steve reached into his back pocket and grabbed the hammer and a loop. He chose a nice thick rock above him and hammered into it. Strong and steady. He gave the clip a test shake before securing his small safety rope clip onto it. He then hooked the belay line into it as well.

They would repeat this motion for a while. Climb. Hammer. Move the clip. Repeat. It was second nature to the miner. Who usually did this without the extra belay in favor of two short ropes, aptly named lobster claws. It was safer, but slower than this method of using two climbers with a long and a short rope.

He had to convince his brain not to stop and mine ores along the way. Luckily, there were none that were really tantalizing until after they were supposed to switch.  So Steve did his best to hurry along. Showing Herobrine how it was done.

It wasn't long before he'd reached the first pitch. He hauled himself over the large rock and hammered in a hold. He stood freely. Looking down over the edge at Herobrine. Who was already smaller in his vision. Steve might have been about forty feet in the air and was grateful for the break to catch his breath.

Yet as Steve clung to the wall he couldn’t help but feel connected to the living organism that was the cave system. Like a bat clinging to the ceiling or a spider skittering across the walls. Another small organ taking part in existing in the whole.

As dizzying as it seemed, the height did not bother Steve that much. Looking down beyond the form of his partner, a gaping abyss that no light seemed to penetrate through. Dark particles floated up in wisps of haze telling of the bedrock that formed the invisible bottom. Glowing lichen spotted across the upper shelves, illuminating pockets of the stone walls.

The illusion shattered as Herobrine grunted and huffed. The ropes and pitches creaked as Herobrine leaned back in his harness as he waited for Steve’s command to start climbing. 

Or possibly the state of the subterranean realm became enhanced with the demon’s unmistakable aura. Glowing eyes like an enderman. 

He was just as much a part of this realm as Steve. Maybe even more so.

"You ready to come up?" Steve called down.

"Yeah." 

Their voices mixed pleasantly in echoes around the cavern. Steve couldn't help but smile at the sound. 

"Okay. I'm ready when you are." 

The demon took a second before he approached the wall.

And then all at once, Steve was struggling to keep up with his rope. 

Herobrine climbed like a cave-spider. With all of its grace and speed. Ignoring the slippery holds and shallow divots. It was almost terrifying. Triggering a primal fear inside of Steve. As the two narrowed white eyes approached him laterally up the wall at an astonishing pace.

It had maybe taken Steve about twenty minutes to climb to where he was. If he hadn't stopped to set up the hooks, it would have probably taken him half that time. 

Herobrine made it up in under three minutes. He didn't even clip himself into the holds Steve had set along the way. He was going too fast. Not taking any breaks. Leap after leap, clambering up the ninety-degree, and sometimes more, wall. 

Less like a prince ascending a tower to save his betrothed, and more like a professional thief climbing up the city walls to escape with a bag of loot upon his back.

And the bastard wasn't even winded when he climbed over the little ledge the miner was standing on. Steve, meanwhile, was viciously winded just trying to keep up with the rope!

When Herobrine joined him, the demon hooked into the loop Steve had made and looked at the hunched over form of his climbing partner.

"Everything okay?" He asked all too smugly.

"Y-yeah." 

"Should I slow down?" Herobrine smirked. "Are you already getting tired?"

Something in that snarky expression told him that Herobrine was testing him. His temper or his climbing skills, Steve wasn’t sure. But he wasn’t going to let Herobrine walk all over him either way.

"That pace is fine when I'm above you to catch you," Steve explained after calming himself with a few even breaths. "But you're going to have to take your time when I'm below you. You need to make sure you're properly setting and connecting to the loops. Since you'll- we’ll fall very far if you don't."

"Oh, I'll make sure to use the proper protection when you're below me." Herobrine wiggled his eyebrows and moved over to steal a kiss. In which Steve ducked again, playfully pushing the demon away to continue with their work. 

“Get going then. I want to start mining." He pointed to the next planned pitch. "There's your mission. Fetch."

Herobrine gave a little salute and immediately started ascending the wall no problem. Not doing the traditional verbal check to signal the start of his climb. Steve scrambled to get the rope ready.

"Slow down!" Steve warned this time around.

The demon did, to his surprise. Pausing to take a loop out of his inventory and shoving it in the wall. He then swiftly took out the hammer Steve gave him and with one hard hit, had the loop in place, hooked his harness on, and was on his way up the wall.

It went that way for a while. Herobrine spaced the holds out decently. Though a little further apart than Steve would have done. Herobrine was a little taller and more willing to take risks. But with how well the demon had done pulling him up in the first place, Steve wasn't going to nit pick.

Though he did mention something that caught his attention. 

The demon was climbing a jutted-out portion of rock. Just like the pitch Steve was standing on, but smaller and rounder. Enough to stand out amongst the rock formation but not enough to get comfortable. Herobrine was able to settle more weight onto the ledge.

Pieces of dust and pebbles dislodged and rained on Steve the more Herobrine shuffled on the narrow ledge. The miner winced as he glanced up, Herobrine’s heels peeking out from a deep divot as he aimed to hammer. Steve’s stomach flipped as his glowstone lantern shined like a spotlight on the thin crack that appeared from beneath Herobrine's foot.

"Hey, the wall looks a little crumbly ahead!" Steve called up. "You might want to move to your left to avoid that!"

"You're right. There's some loose stone."  Herobrine confirmed, moving to the left a little and preparing to set a new hold. "Felt it in the last loop. I'll-"

He didn't get a chance to finish as the crack shot up in front of Brine. The hand holds Brine had clung to crumbled beneath his grip. 

 

Free fall.

 

A piercing guttural yelp echoed through the ravine as it blended with the terrifying crunch and grating of crumbling stone.

Instinctively, Steve shoved his hand down to set the rope in place before the demon could fall too far. The belay caught and stuck as it should. But he wasn't given much time to brace for impact as Herobrine’s entire body weight was placed upon the rope. Causing him to fly up into the air.

The belay rope above was terrifyingly thrust out of a few of the metal rings. The loose rock and the force of the fall had them just popping out. Causing Herobrine to fall further. 

Steve was lifted a few feet in the air. His own safety caught him from flying up too far. 

In just a matter of heartbeats, Steve watched in horror as he realized their bodies were about to collide mid air. He closed his eyes and waited for the pain. 

But, instead, the rope bounced and settled. No pain came. Steve began to rock as he was settled; lofted midair. 

He cautiously opened his eyes. His hands still had a white knuckled grip on the belay rope. Making sure he didn't drop Herobrine.

And he was met with the sight of the demon's pants, just inches away from his face. Sitting upside down in his harness. Steve's gaze fell to look at Herobrine’s dazed face. Hair all up, er down, and messy.

"... Ow."

"Are you alright?" Steve's voice was tense and breathless. Heartbeat in his throat from the suddenness of the situation. 

"Yeah. I somehow missed colliding with the wall." He confirmed. Trying to squirm to right himself. As he moved the rock wall above seemed to crumble more. Raining down pebbles upon them.

"CareFUL!" Steve screeched in a rising panic. "Just stop moving. Let me, fuck, let me think for a second. The whole wall could collapse and-"

"Stevie. Your heart's beating really fast." Herobrine sounded a lot more calm. Which somewhat soothed the miner. "Take a deep breath with me, okay?"

Steve did. Mimicking the other’s calming breath. He allowed himself to ease the death grip on the belay line. It should hold steady as long as they weren't moving around too much.

"Good." Herobrine praised him. "We're okay."

"We're really not." Steve grimaced. Looking back up towards the rope above them.  "Were you testing the loops after you placed them? They shouldn't have all fallen out like that."

The loops were meant to prevent such a fall.

The demon cleared his throat. "... So, I may have forgotten that step." 

"... You have got to be kidding me."

"Uh nope."

"Herobrine, I feel like we should have had a more in depth rock climbing lesson before we attempted this."

"It's not that, I just think aetherian rock climbing is a little different."

Steve glared at him. 

"We're all immortal. So we don't do all the extra safety checks…"

Steve glared at him harder. 

"Okay. Okay." Herobrine relented, letting his arms fall limp. The motions jolted both of them. Steve gripped harder again to the rope as if it would help. 

"I admit I'm rusty. And I definitely don't know what to do to fix this." He peaked up between his legs. "Can you please help me out?"

Steve let out a long sigh through his nose. He just needed a second to assess the situation.

He began to compile an internal list to make sure they were both safe. Writing out each step in his mind. What moves they should make. What risks that would take. Back up plans and-

"Hey Stevie." Herobrine grimaced after about a minute of silent calculation. "I know I don't have much ground to stand on right now, heh, get it?"

Steve didn't dignify that with a response.

The demon cleared his throat. Trying again. "But, uh, this is really uncomfortable being upside down."

"Should've thought about that before you declared yourself the god of rock climbing." 

"I deserve that. I'm sorry."

Steve took in another calming breath. "I accept your apology." He looked down at the other.  "Seems like your rope caught on one of the safety loops. That's good news. Just don't try to move around a lot, it might not be entirely secure." He grumbled under his breath. "Since someone didn't take the time to double check them…"

"How still should I be?"

"If it hasn't dropped you by now, it should keep up fine, just don't bounce up and down."

"Noted. Wasn't planning on it."

"You'll have to survive being upside down a little longer. I'll tie you to myself. So that you're properly secured, and then we can go from there." That was step one. He started shifting and cautiously let go of the belay line. It stuck in place as it was supposed to and both his hands were left free to work. "You should probably hold on to me just in case it does go."

"Got it. That I can do."

Herobrine swung minutely. And wrapped his legs around Steve's head. And his arms around Steve's lower waist. Leaving them with a little room to work as Steve would need to tie the knot on his front loop.

Steve shifted slightly at the awkward angle.  Herobrine’s thighs were digging into his neck. He couldn't see the harness loop very well with the other's groin in his face. There was a little gap left but not much.

His hands reached out somewhat blindly. Until he found the short safety rope. He gave the rope a small tug and recieved way too much give. Internally groaning. He knew he should have re-tied this knot for the demon. He decided to redo it now. So that both of them would be completely safe before dealing with the belay line.

Plus it would force the demon to be upside down a little longer. The belay line seemed to be holding strong at the moment. It would serve as a small punishment for his arrogance. The miner felt he deserved that. A lesson learned.

But the task of retying the knot soon proved to be more difficult than he thought.

" Wow , how did you manage to get this so tied up?"

"It's a knot. That's what it's supposed to be like, fånig."

"Ya know." Steve wiped a bit of sweat off his brow with a shoulder roll. "Really thinking about dropping you right now."

"Do it, coward." Herobrine grabbed him tighter, teasingly. Giving him a little hug. "You don't have the killer spirit."

Steve scoffed and let the clip fall so it smacked Herobrine in the chin. "You're impossible." 

He worked to fix the knot. As Herobrine waited patiently. 

Well. Almost patiently. 

Unable to sit still for longish, his legs began to move. Trying to get comfortable. Distracting Steve from the task at hand as fabric danced in front of his face. Warm hands shifted around his waist. Moving his harness.

Steve couldn't help but feel a little warm at how close they were to each other.

He spoke up.

"... Could you stop squirming?"

"I'm just holding on to you."

"... Right."

Forcing down the distracting thoughts that were beginning to fill his head. He couldn't really help himself. Perhaps his brain was trying to divert him from devolving into panic.

And the demon was not helping.

Herobrine’s hands began to wander. There was a noticeable inhale. As if Herobrine was seductively smelling him. Like a predator would its prey. The fingers slowly trailed downwards. From feeling the folds of his stomach fat, to cupping the contour of his backside, to ghosting along his thighs...

It was when the wandering hands moved inwards towards Steve’s groin that the miner finally spoke up. 

" What are you doing ?"

Herobrine froze. As if realizing what he was doing. 

"What are you doing?" He countered with a cough. Moving his hands immediately back up to Steve's middle in a tight hug. "Aren't you done with that knot yet?"

"Kinda hard when there's someone's dick in your face." Steve muttered out loud. 

Dammit. He hadn't meant to call attention to it. Admitting just what was on his brain. 

He shook his head and cleared his throat just the same. "Keep your hands to yourself, alright? I don't need an added distraction."

"Oh, am I distracting you? Is that the issue?" Herobrine purred. Moving down to grab Steve's ass again. Making them rock slightly. Which shifted his weight in his harness. 

Steve bit back a grunt at the strange, pleasant friction this caused. 

"Okay." He cleared his drying throat again; willing away the blush in his cheeks. "Clearly the blood is rushing to your head and making you loopy."

"Oh, it's rushing to some head, alright." The hips around his neck rocked side to side slowly. Tauntingly. "Besides, I'm not the one who has dicks on the brain."

Dammit. Of course he picked up on that slip up.

"T-this is not the time, Herobrine." Using his full name to get across the fact that Steve meant business. The demon’s life was in danger. Now was not the time to be goofing about.

The other was not phased.

"You need to relax , Stevie." Herobrine started leaning in. And Steve watched him in a trance. "Isn't the whole point of this to get comfortable with dangerous situations?" He slowly, slowly, pressed a kiss right onto the front of his jeans. "I'm just trying to alleviate some of your tension. "

"Y-You're causing more tension!" 

Literally. Steve shifted just slightly in his increasingly uncomfortable harness. It was embarrassing how riled up Herobrine could get him with just a couple of words and very light touches. 

He grunted. Squeezing his legs around Herobrine’s head. Trying to get him to back off. "And you know very well that isn't the point."

"Oh, it isn't?" Herobrine's smooth as silk voice still rang through perfectly despite being muffled by Steve's legs. "I see no difference."

"There's a huge difference." He croaked, voice cracking as hands squeezed his ass again.

"How so?"

"For one, you're in actual life-threatening danger." 

"Debatable."

Immortal, indeed, Steve still hated to watch the other die. This was a touchy subject for him. And he growled back, angered:

"So, what, you're putting us both in danger to prove some sort of point?!"

If Herobrine fell, the belay line would surely cause Steve some harm if he tried to keep the demon up in this weird angel. It was still clipped down in place and, in theory, shouldn't be going anywhere. But it would be very difficult to keep it from slipping with them like this.

"Well, no. My real point is that I'm beginning to see a problem here." 

Steve yelped as Herobrine pushed their bodies together, throwing open Steve's legs. Nose diving in to sit just a hair away from his groin.

"And what kind of partner… or shall I say, climbing partner, would I be if i didn't help you out."

"You're only going to make that problem worse!"  Steve hissed. "Come on. Let's just get down from here and-"

Herobrine grabbed him once again and moved his face up to press into his stomach. Inhaling deeply and letting out a soft sort of purr. His warm hands squeezed the skin between his harness.  Damn. The beast knew exactly how to get him in the mood.

"I can't just leave you hanging , Stevie." He stared up at him with a grin, wiggling his eyebrows.

"You're ridiculous." Steve spat out with some anger behind it.

"Is that a hard no?" Herobrine joked again. Moving his hands on the inside of his thighs to where Steve sat in place.

Steve gave him a look which made the demon’s smirk fall. Hopes of a quick romp dashed. Put in his place by the safety conscious miner. Ironic as Herobrine was so worried about their safety earlier.

He had picked up on the energy that Steve was giving off and backed down. Voice returning to normal. Hands behaving and wrapping around his middle. 

"I'll stop. Sorry."

" Thank you . Ahem. Now let's get you safe, huh?"

Herobrine nodded once, pouting, and Steve got back to work on the knot. 

But...

The miner's hands were shaking a little as he worked the hemp.

Was Herobrine heating up still? Or had the wind died down a little? Steve was feeling… uncomfortable.

His palms were sweaty. Not helping the situation as the end of the loop kept slipping out, putting him back at square one multiple times. 

He was glad the demon couldn't observe his progress. Surely he would make a joke about not being able to find the hole to shove the end of the rope into.

Stop thinking so dirty, Steve. Tie the knot. Just tie the damn knot.

His eyes kept inadvertently flicking to Herobrine’s crotch. Mostly because it was in his face. And there wasn't anything else to focus his attention on besides plummeting to their death. He had to get close to that area in order to even get his fingers around Herobrine’s harness. 

He really struggled with the knot now. His body felt too hot. 

" Dammit ." A curse slipped out as he had to begin all over again on the knot a third time. 

"You okay?"

Herobrine’s soft voice filled his ears like a siren call. A wave of emotion hit him. Perhaps because he was slowly getting riled up. It was like an aphrodisiac that silky smooth voice echoing around him in the mood lit cave.

DAMMIT.

With a wince, his hormones got the best of him and he finally leaned in. Resting his nose next to Herobrine’s crotch.  He swore he could feel it twitch on his cheek at the contact. He swallowed back saliva at the thoughts running wild through his mind.

"Stevie?" Herobrine sounded concerned now. "Hey, look I was just joking around, I-"

"N-no. It's… fine." He finally answered, trying not to sound as far gone as he actually was. "You just got me all... flustered now."  Steve mumbled, turning his head to press further into Herobrine’s leg. "It's... frustrating."

"Oh? I did?" The concern quickly turned to intrigue. "I didn't know you were so enticed by danger."

"I'm dating you, aren't I?" Steve laughed breathlessly. Allowing himself to shift I'm his seat to create a little bit of pleasant weight on his groin. "I think I've been conditioned to be turned on by danger."

"Do you want me to do something about your problem now?"  Herobrine chuckled.  The motions moved them both more. Just as Steve has been trying to discreetly do. A wave of arousal pooled right into his lap and he bit down an embarrassing groan.

The miner didn't answer for a while. Trying to catch his breath and settle his thoughts before deciding to jump into the boiling pot or not.

He got a little ways with the knot. Better than before now that he admitted his issue out loud.

Herobrine didn't ask again. Letting him work in silence. His demon could be very patient when it came to these things. And Steve appreciated that. He often needed extra time to process situations.

But finally. Steve answered quietly.

"... Maybe."

"Maybe?" 

"It's tempting-"

"So, yes?"

Hands started to wander. Immediately going for the inside of his legs.

The miner swallowed. Body heating up in sync with the other's.

"No. Maybe ."

"Maybe. Hmm… What's your hesitation?"

That had the miner scoffing. "Besides the fact that we're dangling off the side of a cliff? And your rope slipped out? And you could fall to your death at any second?"

"I thought that we established the danger aspect made this way hotter." Herobrine started blatantly groping him through his jeans. And Steve knew he had lost the battle. His hands began to slump. Itching to touch and feel.

"Just finish tying me to you. Then all your concerns go away."

"Mmm." Steve tried to answer but moaned instead with a rather hard press to the growing boner trapped in his jeans; now throbbing with his increasingly beating heart.

"So, again, I ask." Herobrine whispered seductively. "Do you want-"

" Yes ." His mouth answered, or really his dick answered, before his brain or Herobrine could finish their thought. He added on a needy; " Please ~"

"You sure?  I don't want to-"

" Brine ."

"Sorry, sorry. I'll shut my mouth." He then purred. Steve swore he could feel that hot breath through the denim. "And put it to better use, eh?"

The miner shuddered. 

Herobrine pushed away a little to get his hands around Steve’s pant's zipper.

"L-let me finish your knot." Steve breathed out. Adrenaline coursing through his veins. He hastily tied the knot. No longer concerned if it was good or not.  He just wanted it done. He managed to clip the other side to his own belt. And wanted to double check everything before anything happened. "Mm fuck, hold on."

"I can always teleport if I fall." Steve could barely hear Herobrine over the sound of rustling fabric and moving clips. "So don't worry about me. I'm perfectly safe."

"W-why didn't you fuckin' say so sooner. Mmmaagh-" Steve keened. Head falling back as warm hands fumbled with his underwear, having moved the belt and zipper to the side. 

He wanted to get angry upon hearing that. It was very likely that the demon had orchestrated this situation. And clearly some antics were going on. But even still, he was having a really hard time thinking about anything but those warm hands playing with his cock right now.

Tricked or not… Steve was down to do the dirty.

"Because of the danger aesthetic, Stevie."

Steve almost forgot Herobrine was talking. The demon chuckled. "You can't tell me you aren't turned on a little by something so absolutely naughty."

"I'm… just… turned on by you." Steve whispered so low he couldn't tell if he even said it. But apparently he did because Herobrine faltered and stopped. Before speeding up. Becoming impatient. 

"Okay, well now my only regret is that I can't kiss you after that." The demon said, breathing hard. Working hard to fish him out. 

"... Kiss me." Steve parroted in a breathy moan. Instinctively thrusting forward towards that tantalizingly close hot breath.

But he grunted once Herobrine finally grabbed his dick and he carefully removed it from his underwear. 

This part was not as pleasant and romantic as he briefly imagined it to be. It was an awkward angle to try and maneuver him out of the small slit in his pants and underwear while the harness had a vice like grip around him.

"S-shit. That's a rather… tight squeeze."  Steve winced. Trying to shift to help him out. He was losing his arousal the more Herobrine worked him.

"I'm not undoing your harness."  Herobrine said seriously for a moment. " You're not immortal. There's a difference between stupid and dangerous."

The situation suddenly became real again. And he realized just how bad this was all sounding when he thought about it rationally. Steve should've trusted his instincts beforehand. And shouldn't have been blinded by the prospect of getting a blow job.

"H-ey, Brine? Why… why don't we get down from here and-"

The rest of the sentence died on his lips as some other lips were pressed some other places.

Herobrine had finally gotten him free. And made good on his promise of a kiss. Straight to the slit of skin at the tip of his length.

"Shit, dude." He shuddered. Moving to hug Herobrine around the waist to hang on for the ride.

It felt so strange. The position they were in. Hanging in the air. His warm tongue pressed against the top of his dick.  Running down the length of it. Right to in between his balls.

Herobrine moved back again and slowly wrapped his tongue around him like an ice cream cone. Before putting his lips around the tip and slowly easing him in.

Steve leaned back, telling himself that the knot he had tied was perfectly safe. He sat deeper in his seat. Letting Herobrine work his magic to slowly unravel him.

Herobeine moaned around him and Steve whimpered hot breath into the cold cave air. Goosebumps ran up and down his arms as he held Herobrine’s waist close.  His hands began to wander beneath Herobrine's pant line. Which was up instead of down so it was a little confusing.  He has never done something like this before. They had only done the bedroom equivalent while lying down. And the thought of the unknown, coupled a little bit with the adrenaline from the danger, just made it feel somehow… better.

The demon sucked hard backwards and popped off. Letting Steve catch his breath a little. Slow and steady. 

"Ah, how's that feel?"

"So weird." Steve sighed, grabbing the ropes and adjusting himself in his seat just slightly so on the next round, Herobrine could access him a little easier. "So good~"

"Yeah?" Herobrine smirked. And placed a kiss onto the tip of his dick. Causing Steve to shudder fully. The words sent even more shivers down his spine as he gasped. "So this was a good idea then, huh?"

"Remind me to never doubt you aga-ah!" Steve bucked forward when Herobrine swallowed him fully down to the base in one go. Careful not to graze him with his sharp teeth. They had sucked on each other enough to know Herobrine wouldn't knick him.

He felt his tip connect with the backside of Herobrine’s mouth on the second pass. Which made his eyes glaze over in pleasure. "Oooh~"

He sat back and relaxed. Letting the demon qualm all of his anxieties with simple mouth and tongue movements.

Herobrine’s body was warm to the touch. A nice feeling in the cool of the cave. So he just rubbed anywhere he could. Pulling up pant legs to play leg hair. Teasing him just as the other had to him by just barely touching his groin.

A burst of adrenaline and arousal flowed through his system at a thought popping into his head. What if he…

"B-Brine?"

"Mmm?"

Steve rubbed at the tight fabric around Herobrine’s groin that had tented right in front of his very eyes as the activity continued.  The blood seemed to have found its way up his body.

"Fuck. Can I-"

" Mmm ." Herobrine thrust forward. Rubbing his clothed erection against Steve's face. He took that as a yes.

Fuck, the idea alone was causing his brain to short curcuit.

He had to convince Herobrine, who had started lightly rutting against his chin at the prospect of being sucked off like this, to back up just a little and let him undo his belt and zipper. There was a loud creak as he did so from the protest of the rope. But Steve was more focused on the little vibrations that came from Herobrine’s mouth at being touched. Which, in turn, felt amazing around his length.

He un-tucked Herobrine’s shirt from his harness so he could have better access to his pants. Gravity took it as soon as it was free and it wound up bunching around Herobrine’s chin. Annoyingly getting in the way of his head bobs. 

Herobrine stopped his action to quickly remove the article of clothing, tucking it away into his inventory. Before diving right back in between Steve's legs.

Steve took a moment to rub at Herobrine’s exposed abs. The large, usually hidden, lightning bolt scar out in the open. He traced his fingers against its curve. Causing the demon to shudder. And then sort of growl.

Impatient and growing frustrated, Herobrine thrust himself into Steve's chest. Legs wiggling out and spreading. He moaned aggressively. Teeth grazing his skin just slightly.

"Okay. Okay. I hear you loud and clear." Steve cooed out and made him back up a little.

Herobrine’s harness was easier to work around, as most of the weight was around his hips and not around his groin like it was with Steve. So the miner was able to make short work of the belt, button, fly, and layer of underwear. Reaching in and fishing out the treasure just below the thin layer of cloth.

Once out, Steve paused to look at it. Pointing straight at him. Bouncing slightly as the demon moved. He let himself salivate at the thought of the taste of salty sweat he was about to enjoy. Getting his mouth nice and wet and ready. 

"Mmm." The demon protested some more as Steve had stopped touching him. A clawed hand went up and scratched at his back. Telling him to hurry the fuck up. 

A little dribble of precum oozed out of the slit.

"You are so impatient." Steve breathed forward hot air on Herobrine’s skin and the demon shuddered.

Herobrine's mouth popped off Steve's dick with a growl in his throat. Hands warming up to an uncomfortable level. "And you are being a tease ."

"I think you deserve to be teased." The miner got even closer and had to move his head back when Herobrine tried to stick his dick in his mouth as he was talking. "Maybe this is a good time to practice patience."

"If you don't hurry things up, I'm going to teleport us both down the bottom of this ravine and teach you a lesson." 

"Don't tempt me with a good time."

"Better than this?"

Steve yelped and tried not to squeeze his legs as the demon wrapped his tongue around him and sucked from tip to base. Grabbing his hips to the point of bruising and pulling him closer so his dick was even deeper down his throat. Steve open mouth squeeled as he did so. 

Fuck that felt so fucking good!

The demon thrust forward right after, missing the opening of his lips, hitting him in the cheek, but Steve caved and helped it in the right position. Licking all over the tip before letting the dick sit in his mouth. 

The demon hummed happily and Steve hummed back. Pleasant vibrations tingling his neck hairs.

He wanted to warm up a little. Not wanting his jaw to get hurt. He worked the dick back and forth in his cheeks. Not allowing it to go far down his throat. He lathered it up with his tongue. Bobbing slowly and going deeper, slowly slowly deeper, on each pass of his tongue.

It was truly wonderful now. Both of them hard at work and losing themselves to the pleasure at play. Heads bobbing in rhythm. As Steve got deeper, Herobrine got more aggressive. Which had Steve moaning. Which had Herobrine purring. A cycle that had their heads spinning.

They were swinging slightly. Rocking with each other's motions. A sort of seesaw. Heads bobbing back and forth in tandem. Steve's to the right. Herobrine’s to the left. Steve's to the left. Herobrine’s to the right. 

Safe to say they were no longer concerned about the integrity of the rope. There were other things on their minds.

They were both fucking each other's mouths now. Good and deep. All warmed up and going through the motions. Experimenting with rolls of the hips. Setting different rhythms. Faster twitches and slower thrusts.

Trying to pull the raunchiest sounds they could from each other in order to get that blast of pleasure from the vibrations.

Since Steve was so focused on getting Herobrine off, he didn't realize when the demon momentarily stopped sucking his dick. The warm layer of spit protected him from the cold of the cave. 

Meanwhile, Herobrine quickly licked his fingers. Getting them nice and wet. Before diving right back into the activity. Which had Steve gasping even harder. Which had Herobrine’s eyes rolling up into the back of his head.

The demon's hand reached around Steve's waistline. And dove deep into his jeans from the back this time. Unintentionally tightening the hold on Steve’s balls, causing Steve to gasp. Contracting the muscles in his throat. Closing around Herobrine. 

The sudden pressure pushed Herobrine over the edge furiously. And he keened and let go of Steve's dick immediately. Worried he'd bite down as his sharp teeth ground together. 

So sudden and with little warning, Steve almost choked as white hot fluid coated the back side of his throat. He coughed and sat back. Releasing himself off of Herobrine. The remaining splashed on his face and shirt. Irritating his skin with how warm it was. Herobrine's first loads were almost always too hot to handle. An after effect of his fire enchant. 

But Steve was used to that by now. He was less concerned about the very low grade burns, and more disappointed that he hadn't swallowed down the demon during. He watched in a daze as Herobrine twitched and finished. He coughed and cleared his throat. Swallowing down salty spit.

Once stilling, Herobrine relaxed. Rubbing Steve all over.

"Y'good?" He slurred his words. Sounding drunk. But also concerned for the other.

Steve, equally drunk off of endorphins, just nodded as he quickly wrapped his lips around Herobrine’s dick again. Eager to make up for the lackluster end. The cooling cum made the heat bearable.

Which actually had Herobrine gasping and moaning at the brief overstimulation. But the gasps quickly turned to huffs and bucks to continue. It didn't take long for him to recover.

Steve moaned hard as the demon took him all in one go and growled. He felt dizzy. The man was possessed. More determined than ever to finish what he started. 

It felt like a slower climb for Steve than usual. While it did feel mind blowingly amazing, there was still a hint of doubt in the back of his brain that wouldn't fully relax. As they were still way up in the air. Dangling from an unsecured rope. 

Herobrine had just the thing to fix that.

Hands worked their way around him once more. One dipped behind his back and trailed down between his cheeks. The one Herobrine had wet previously with his saliva.

He did his best to press in slowly around Steve's tight ring. The warm, magic finger worked its way in ever so delicately. Sweat had pooled and somewhat helped in the absence of lube. But already worked up, Steve was pretty okay with being fingered raw.

He moaned deep and needy in the back of his throat and Herobrine was set into a frenzy. The glowstone lantern almost seemed to spark as the demon bobbed his head back and forth. Shaking their ropes. Fingers hooked and searched. The other hand cupped Steve's balls. As if orchestrating an entire symphony of feeling.

Steve couldn't take it. He had to stop his own sucking to catch his breath. Turned into a moaning and gasping mess at the onslaught to his senses. As the fingers moved inside of him.

"F-fuck, Brine!  Gods above yes , r-right there !" He pressed himself back against Herobrine’s fingers. Panting and shaking. 

They were really rocking now. As Steve tried to fuck himself on Herobrine’s fingers. Every swing backwards got a little further inside. And every swing forwards lit up his nerves all over again from the drag.  Not even mentioning still having Herobrine bob his head up and down in tempo. It was so glorious, his body was prolonging the release as long as possible to just let itself feel this incredible feeling.

But he knew he wouldn't last much longer. No longer worried about the rope. Only focused on that familiar steadily growing feeling. Heat blossomed in his gut and flashed across his face. He panted out. Breath fogging in the chilly air.

"A-ah!  Brine, ah, mmmn. I'm- I'm close-"

The demon seemed even more determined upon hearing those words. He jabbed his fingers in deeper and groaned low and long in his throat. 

Somehow they worked together to just barely graze his prostate with Herobrine’s fingers in tandem with a swallow from the demon.

"HEROBRI-AH~"

And with that, Steve was done. He all but screamed into the cavern. Spooking a cauldron of bats up above them.

He shot straight down Herobrine’s throat and the demon guzzled him down eagerly. As his body rocked and twitched with the intensity of the orgasm. His legs went up in the air. As he sat back even further in his seat. 

Steve's eyes glazed back as the hot coil in his gut finally unwound itself all at once. Sending shooting pleasure up and down his entire body. Relief. Sweet and sudden.

He jerked once or twice more. Aftershocks harder than some of his regular orgasms. The feeling was intensified due to the situation. The demon made sure to suck him through it. Catching every drop of cum that leaked out of him.

Just as things were becoming too much to handle down there, Herobrine released him with a resounding and echoing 'pop' and moved his attention upward to pepper his lower stomach in kisses. Rubbing his hands up and down his tingling legs. Working his magic to make him feel absolutely incredible. Helping him come down from such an incredible high.

" Så vacker min älskade ." The demon whispered out in bliss between breathless kisses. Actually sounding a little winded himself. " Så smutsigt och utsökt ."

The miner quickly sucked in a few breaths, trying to catch his breath as well. Eyes narrowed and focused now on finishing the task at hand. There was still a much too hard appendage staring him down. Twitching and throbbing. Calling out to him for help.

As soon as he felt he could, he grabbed Herobrine by the base of his dick and gave a few slow jerks. The demon moaned and placed his head into Steve's lap. He reached around to hold on to the other in a hug.

Steve swallowed the tip of his dick. Continuing his jerking to give him a dual sensation. Shoving his tongue in between the slit. Opening him up. Exploring every possible piece of skin he could find.

As soon as he got the demon's breath hitching in pleasure he removed his hand and without warning deep throated the other. 

Herobrine reacted by hugging Steve impossibly close and rocking his hips into his mouth. The miner relaxed. Focusing on breathing through his nose. As he let Herobrine fuck his mouth in deep, slow thrusts. Tears stung his eyes from how far the appendage penetrated him.

To spare his throat, he helped things along by scratching up, or down, the demon's chest. Pinching and flicking his nipples. Trailing his hands along those thrusting, determined hips.

"M-moan." Herobrine commanded. Voice demonic and glitching. Breath panting. Sweat caked his entire being. Fire sparked around his shoulder blades. He was close again.

And Steve did. Stopping his hand movements to concentrate. He found a nice position to settle in. He sucked in a breath in time as Herobrine pulled back. And then moaned hard and long as the demon thrust back in.

The thrusts picked up the pace slightly. Growing erratic. Steve tasted hot sweat on his tongue. And then finally.

"S-Stevie, I-Gggrmmmpf-"

The demon stilled, thrusting forward and Steve was ready to catch the release this time. Guzzling down cum like it was his job in life. Sucking and gasping for breath in between swallows. 

The demon unintentionally shoved him away off his dick. Squeezing his legs as he thrust forward just a little. As the aftershocks rocked both of their bodies.

Steve just watched the softening appendage in a trance. As gravity slowly took it. Pointing down to Herobrine’s face.

And, as if reading his mind, Herobrine sat back just slightly so their eyes could meet. Steve had missed looking into those beautiful slits during their time together. They always seemed to spark when he was close.

A little line of dribble was left staining either side of Herobrine’s mouth. The demon licked his lips with a purr and a devilish smile.

"Wow." He mused. "That really rocked my-" 

But Herobrine didn't get the chance to finish his little pun.

You see, as their activity went on, sweat began covering their bodies. And moved both ropes even more out of position.

And now that Steve had relaxed, flopping back automatically in relief and satisfaction after finishing, Herobrine slipped backwards to get a better look at him. Which put more pressure on the rope. Which had been hastily tied in favor of pleasure.

The rope between them suddenly gave out. Snapping off of Herobrine’s harness.

As the demon began to fall, he tightened his grip around the miner. And the miner instinctively tried to grab him to keep him safe. Alas, the sweaty bodies could not get a good grip on each other. And they separated.

The rope above did not fare much better. Catching the falling weight briefly before slipping out of the safety loop completely.

The miner tried to catch the belay rope as it went. But couldn't even get a hand on it.  As it slipped completely out. Jiggled out of it's safety position by the constant rocking of hips. 

It fell in tandem with Herobrine. Causing Steve to also fall backwards out of the air and towards the wall. No longer being held up by it.

The miner didn't fall far. Just a couple of feet back onto the ledge where he was tied on the pitch by his own safety line.

He wasn't given a long time to recover. As Steve looked over the ledge, wide eyed in horror as the demon continued to drop like a rock. Fading into the darkness below them.

"HEROBRINE!" He screamed out in absolute terror. Leaning forward in an attempt to grab him again, now on solid ground. Which ended up forcing him off the ledge and back to dangling in midair as his strong safety line caught him taught against the cliff face.

But it was far too late. Herobrine was already gone out of his vision. White eyes were the only thing he could see in the dark, misty abyss.

He waited a couple of seconds without breathing. Intently listening for the sound of teleportation. As more time passed without that familiar noise, he realized something must have gone wrong.

" HEROBRINE !" He screamed again, throat raw and voice scratchy. His eyes closed when he heard a sickening 'thud' echo through the cavern. Only dulled by his lingering screams.

Tears stung at his eyes. As he gripped the rope. 

Emotions raw. Post nut clarity. He couldn't help but spiral.

That was stupid. That was so stupid. He knew he shouldn't have let Herobrine talk him into that!  No matter how good it felt. FUCK!  He could only imagine the flattened corpse of his beloved at the bottom of the ravine. It turned his stomach. He squeezed his eyes closed as the tears finally dribbled down his cheeks. 

"H-Hero…"

"I'm okay!" A voice called up to him. Surprising him so much that he almost flopped backwards in his harness.

And then there was the sound of teleportation. And the demon was hanging out on a large rock just below him. Not as large as the pitch Steve was clipped to but enough to safely hold his weight. 

Not a scratch on his body. His shirt was back on and he was holding the bundle of belay rope.

Steve just stared back in utter shock. Tears still leaked down his cheek. 

"Ahem." Herobrine cleared his throat. "As I was saying. That really rocked my world."

When the miner didn't answer, Herobrine shifted uncomfortably on the rock. Looking back and forth. 

"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" He stared unabashedly at Steve's softening appendage. "Demon got your dick?"

Steve blinked. 

"What the actual fuck , Herobrine?!"

"What?" The demon leaned back against the stone. Letting out some hot steam in a breath as if he was smoking a cigarette. 

"You respawned, didn't you?" Steve snapped. Noticing his shorter hair. The only blessing was that it took a really short time to come back which, according to Herobrine, usually meant it didn't hurt very much when he died.

"Yeah, kinda." The demon shrugged. "But it was very much worth it."

Steve rolled his eyes and relaxed back in his harness with a huff.  "Herobriiiiiine."

"Sorry. I didn't mean to."

"Why didn't you teleport !?"

"Couldn't after I finished. Temporary lull of power while I recovered from the… uh… sweet bliss of finishing. You know that." Herobrine pretended to be interested in cleaning his nails, as if he were bored with this conversation. When really he was a little uncomfortable with the aforementioned weakness.

"What about when the rope first snapped? We didn't need to get into that situation in the first place. You could have teleported to where you're standing now. Sure that was fun and all, but it just fucking killed you!"

"Couldn't help myself." Herobrine shrugged again with a very innocent smile. "I kinda liked the idea of being tangled up with you."

"You're insane ."

"I know. But you love me for it right?"

"I guess."

"So… what now?" Herobrine looked him up and down. "You want me to help you out?"

"I think you've done enough helping today, thank you." Steve shifted and started to put away his spent dick.

"... Did you at least enjoy that?" Herobrine cocked his head. Like a little lost puppy. Looking for validation.

Steve closed up his zipper and redid his belt. Letting the demon hang on in suspense as he mulled it over. Not giving anything away in the expressions on his face.

He almost didn't want to answer the question. Because he wasn't sure if he liked the real answer. But...

"I'm not going to lie, Brine."  

He looked down with a smile. 

"That... was pretty awesome. If someone would have told me I would be sucked off in mid air by a handsome devil, I would have laughed in their face. Nether… I might even be tempted to do it again.”

"Hmm. Glad you enjoyed it. In a weird way I think it was helpful." Herobrine pushed off the wall. Skirting the edge. "I'm not as scared of you being up there by yourself as I was. You seem to know what you're doing."

Steve rolled his eyes. "I very much hope you aren't suggesting we try to solve every problem with some sort of sex from now on."

"I don't know, it seems to have worked out so far with us. Hmm. Think we should try a swing?" Herobrine's sharp teeth widened in a grin. Glancing at him out of the corner of his eye.  

Steve blushed hard. Entire face turned red. He redirected his attention to the stone wall. "I'm not going to answer that."

"So cute." Herobrine's smooth, purring voice echoed in the ravine chamber. "I bet if I set something up you'd be eager to try it~"

Steve was pretty sure he'd try anything if Herobrine suggested it. But there was no way he could ever let him know that. Steve would never do anything productive ever again. He couldn't spend his entire life just fucking around now could he?

Damn, his time with Herobrine was often so good that he sometimes wished he could.

"You're a bad influence." Steve decided. And removed his pickaxe from his bag on his hip and cleared his throat, allowing himself to look down at the demon once again. He felt his dick give a valiant little twitch, trapped inside his jeans. Just getting aroused at the predatory look Herobrine was giving him.  

He pushed down those desires in favor of his equal desire to collect some ore.

"You better watch out, I'm going to start mining. I don't think you want to die twice in one day. Better move out of the way."

"Seriously?" Herobrine sounded amused at this. "You're going back to mining after that?"

"Yeah? I still have work to do." He coughed and shifted his eyes downwards towards Herobrine’s pant line. Tempted to put the pick away. "Why? Did you have something else in mind?"

He tried not to sound seductive saying that. Half of him really wanted to get some work done. The other half of him was still horny.

"I was thinking more along the lines of a shower and a cuddle?" The demon chirped hopefully. It got Steve laughing. So innocent and soft was this demon of death. A side few got to see. 

"I'm surprised you're not trying to goad me into another round." The half of his dirty brain was speaking much too loudly. Despite everything. He kinda wanted those lips around his dick again.

This… sexual stamina was rather new to the miner. He used to jack off and go straight to bed; sleepy and sated. But Herobrine’s godlike endurance had forced him to constantly go past those limits. Which almost always included a second round. After a small recovery.

He had to smile to himself. Repeating something he kept saying to Herobrine. 

Practice made perfect. 

However, Herobrine didn't seem to take the bait this time. 

"Meh. Respawn kinda killed the mood." 

"Oh." Steve said evenly. "That's a shame. And here I thought you would be interested in my proposition."

"Ohoho, the miner has a proposition for me." The demon's face lit up deliciously. Sharp grin glinting from his teeth. "Well, go on. Don't leave me hanging in suspense!"

"You already used that joke." Steve kicked the wall just so, loosening a few pebbles that fell onto the demon’s face. Causing him to have to blink and put away that smile in favor of a pout.

"Steven." Herobrine sneered. "You're killing the mood more than my respawn."

Steve sucked in a deep breath before letting it out. Wondering if this was all worth it. 

But the plan he was slowly hatching in his mind would be well worth having to deal with Herobrine’s poor attitude.

He put his pick back on his belt and swung to touch the wall. Once he grabbed it, he climbed back up onto his little ledge.

And motioned wordlessly for Herobrine to join him.

With a quick teleport, Herobrine was standing right in front of him. Eyes bright in growing desire. Before the demon could touch him, Steve put up a finger to wait.

"Put your harness back on." He whispered into the cave air.

"Why?"

"Just do it. "

The demon eyed him wordlessly but did as he was told. Taking the harness out of his inventory and slipping it back on.

As he did so, Steve took the belay line from him. Working it in his hands. Preparing it for his plan.

"You liked it so much that you want to do it again?" Herobrine guessed. 

"I did and I do. Just not right now. I have something else in mind." 

"Oh?" Herobrine raised an eyebrow. Looking all too seductive. "And what might that be?"

Steve leaned in. And Herobrine's eyes began to flutter. Expecting a kiss.

But Steve shifted to the side instead. And Herobrine started moving towards him to kiss his neck. But was stopped by a firm hand on his pecs.

"Listen." Steve hissed straight in his ear. "You have two options."

"... Okay?"

"Option one." Steve backed up a little. Crossing his arms over his chest. "I decide to be mad at what just happened. Because you tricked me out of getting to mine with you today in favor of something you wanted to do."

"You also enjoyed it!" Herobrine protested immediately. "Plus it helped-"

"That's all besides the point because you broke our respawn agreement."

The demon's mouth closed. Calculating eyes staring him up and down. 

Like an ocelot being challenged by a creeper. Feeling it should be winning but cautious of the exploding consequences. 

"Then what's the second option?" He asked carefully. "Because clearly I don't want you to be mad at me. Would it help if I apologized again?"

"No, it would not." Steve smiled brightly. "But your second option is we climb all the way to the top of this cliff. You suck up your ego and listen to everything I have to say. Actually learn how to climb with me so next time we do this, we don't run into any issues. And to sweeten the deal, we can have that shower and cuddle."

And something more than that. Steve shifted, trying to force his body to calm down and wait.

Herobrine chewed on his lip for half a second. More so appreciating Steve's confidence than thinking through the proposition.

He leaned in slowly. And Steve allowed a small kiss between them.

"Let's get climbing then, teach'."

They spent the next half hour going through the proper knots. Thankfully, Herobrine was an excellent student when he choked down his ego and just listened . It would only take him a few times practicing before practically knowing how to tie the knot in his sleep.

Steve then shifted focus to talk about his favorite subject: cave walls. How they worked. What to look for when placing the hooks. The best kinds of foot holds. How to read them. Etc.

Herobrine understood a basic amount, starting out his life as a miner, but Steve lived and breathed cave walls. And was so incredibly happy to share his knowledge with anyone who would listen. 

And listen Herobrine did.

Well, partly. 

Who could blame him if his mind wandered ever so slightly as Steve started to ramble. 

Because he was enamored.

The way Steve's eyes glinted whenever their gaze met. Purple sparkling from his white glow. 

How his heart beat. How soft and calming his deep voice was. The warmth radiated from his soul. As he lit up talking about the natural world around them as if it were art.

Herobrine was distracted by love, not lust, this time around as anxiety took a backseat in his mind.

And a sour taste began slowly forming in his mouth.

Guilt.

"... Don't tell me you didn't catch a word of that." Steve's hand found the demon's, pulling him from his trance.

Herobrine blinked and looked at him. Squeezing the callused hand back.

"I got the gist of it." He answered truthfully. "You may have to remind me of a few things as we go up. But I learn best by doing anyways. So why don't we get climbing? Prove that you can teach this old dog some new tricks."

The miner smiled and the demon had to smile back. Contagious was the admiration they felt for each other.

"Sounds like a plan."

The climb went without a hitch.

Steve let Herobrine try again. Scaling up the wall while setting the holds in properly. Triple checking they were secure by putting his entire weight on them and pulling hard. If they came out, he redid them more security.

Then he tied himself to the next pitch using the technique Steve had shown him, and carefully belayed the miner up.  

The miner gave him a quick, and a little dirty, kiss as a reward for doing well so far. And Steve took over to climb the rest of the way to the top.

After Steve found a small cave to crawl into, he quickly checked it for mobs, finding none. Which was to be expected with the natural mob repellent dangling just off the side of the cliff.  The miner expertly tied himself to the top of the cliff and then began to belay Herobrine up.

Steve had to convince himself to calm down and actually set up everything correctly as he did so. Getting anxious for them to be both on solid ground again.

His plan involved having them do something at the top of the cliff. He hadn't exactly figured out what. But his mind was flipping through different scenarios he could set up.

Two could play at this game. Herobrine had made something happen before. And Steve wanted to get a little revenge. 

But it was hard to even concentrate. He was still much too worked up from before, despite how much time had passed. He felt ready to go at any moment.

The closer Herobrine got to him, the more excited he was.

He often was attracted to the unknown.

So, Steve was more than a little thrown off when halfway through the steady climb, Herobrine stopped completely.

"Everything okay?" Steve called down, confused. Worried that something had happened. The top of the wall seemed completely sturdy. There shouldn't have been any issues. He peeked over the ledge to get a better look.

"Yeah… I just-" Herobrine was staring hard at the wall.  

"You okay? I can pull you up if you're-"

"Steve. I really need to say I'm sorry for before."

The miner sure wasn't expecting that.

"Oh?"

"Yeah. I was stressed out by all of this and that was the only outlet I could think of. You were right. And maybe I was giving into a bit of my monstrous side." 

"Brine… it's alright."

"I'm glad it all worked out but I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. And I really didn't plan on things going so south. And for that, I am sorry."

"I forgive you."

"I was being hypocritical. Putting my own life in danger because I was scared of what would happen to you."

"Brine, seriously, I-"

"And then I respawned, which I know-"

"Herobrine!"

The demon finally looked up at him. 

"Would you hurry up already so I can kiss your stupid face?  I forgive you! Come oooon I want to get to the part where we kiss again!"

Herobrine's face brightened. Both in a smile and in warm eyes.

"I'll be right up."

He threw himself back into steadily climbing the wall.

Steve was growing even more impatient. Mind going straight down the gutter. Imagining all of the things they could do when they got back together. Still in the mood, he bit back groans as the belay line jolted his legs any time he got rid of the slack.

It felt like forever until the top of Herobrine’s head breached the surface of the ledge. The demon let out a joyous shout as he pulled himself up on top to stand next to Steve.

"There we did it, are you happ-mphf!"

Steve didn't give the fallen god a chance to finish as he practically pounced. Wrapping his arms around Herobrine’s neck. Forcing their lips together in a hungry kiss. Pulling him away from the ledge and towards the wall.

Herobrine allowed himself to be led. Hands instinctively finding his hips. Rubbing gently as he let Steve take the reins. Mostly surprised at the sudden turn of events. 

He made sure Steve didn't slam himself against the wall when they backed up into it. Cushioning the blow with his own hands before easing into the stone. 

As if they were one with the cave system.

Any plans or ideas Steve had tried to think up and put into action had been thrown out the window in favor of just being with the other. Truly that felt like enough. More than enough.

When the demon finally pulled away to talk, Steve tried to follow. But realized he couldn't reach Herobrine’s lips because of their positions. The demon had him pinned against the wall with his knee. As soon as Steve tried to move forward, the demon pressed against his groin. Causing Steve to moan and buck.

"Mm Brine~"

Herobrine grabbed his chin. Forcing Steve's eyes to open in a daze. 

"I have a feeling you have more than a shower and a cuddle on your mind, don't you?"

"Mhm." Steve nodded, moving the hand beneath his chin with it. "Got me all worked up from before. Drive me crazy, you know? Can't just leave me hanging, right?"

Herobrine gave his beard a squeeze and smiled lovingly this time.

"I have a proposition for you , then."

Steve blinked at him slowly. Heart beating fast and trying not to breathe in anticipation for the next spoken words.

"As much as I'd like nothing more than to make it all up to you by taking you against this wall behind you..."

"Yeah?" Steve swallowed and collected himself. He sighed. Trailing his hands along Herobrine’s chest. And looked up at him with sparkling violet eyes. "I-I know I'd like that~"

"How about instead, I teleport us home really quick-"

"D-don't know if I can wait that long to be honest, Brine." Steve started moving up and down. Bouncing on Herobrine’s knee. "Already waited long enough."

"Oh come now, Stevie, you're more patient than I could ever dream of being. I know you can manage it" Herobrine panted, face turning red. Flustered at how shameless Steve was acting. Rutting up against him so suddenly. Gods above, Steve made him wild too.

"Y-you, heh, had me at 'come now'. Mmfph" Steve keened, head falling back in an open mouthed pant. He continued his light rut against Herobrine’s knee.

" Fuck , Steve ." Herobrine shuddered. Getting worked up all over again.

Steve's hands moved up to Herobrine’s hair. An unspoken question. 

The demon dipped quickly to his knees. The pressure relieved off of his groin, Steve whined. But hands soon replaced it. One working off his harness. The other rubbed his front.

Harness bunched down to his ankles. Jeans shoved hastily aside. Belt somewhat torn off.

" Aah -"

It wasn't a slow climb this time. As Herobrine pumped a few times and then dove in with a salivating mouth. Purring around him.

It only took a few thrusts more into that wet heat before Steve grunted and came. Seeing stars as he closed his eyes tight. 

As soon as the pleasure left his body, Steve started to fall down against the wall. So tired from both climbing and coming that his shaky knees finally collapsed. 

But Herobrine gracefully caught him. Pulling him close to pick him up. Careful not to brush his sensitive appendage along the way. 

Steve moved his hands to hug Herobrine's neck. Sighing happily and tiredly.

Herobrine nuzzled Steve's hair gently with his nose. He let out a small chuckle. "You ready for that shower now?"

"Y-yes please." Steve allowed himself to relax, going limp in the other's arms. Finally feeling sated. He rested his head against Herobrine’s shoulder. It was so comforting just to have the other near him. Safe and secure. He inhaled the familiar smell of brimstone.

Herobrine laughed softly to himself as he started carrying Steve out of the cave.

"What?" The miner drawled, curious.

"I think you're right. We are getting quite the reputation of getting handsy in ravines."

Steve huffed out some tired laughter as well. "Mining is so sexy. No wonder we can't help ourselves."

"Indeed." Herobrine was silent for half a heart beat before speaking up in a worried tone. "Steven, are you sure you're not mad about before? I understand if you are."

"How can I be?" Steve rubbed his back ever so gently. Calming his concerns. "That was an excellent adventure." 

The miner moved up to kiss Herobrine gently on the cheek. "And also I love you very much. I could never stay mad for long."

Herobrine grew warm from those words. A very pleasant heat that made Steve feel whole inside. 

"I love you as well." The demon sang.

Steve rubbed his cheek and then moved to pinch his ear. A sensitive area for Herobrine that had him wincing slightly.

"But we are mining ore tomorrow, mister. Got it?"

The demon chuckled as Steve removed his hand. "Loud and clear."

"Now give me a kiss and let's get out of here."

"Yes sir ." Herobrine whispered lovingly into his hair. Moving down to plant a sweet kiss onto his forehead.

With that, the two adventurers teleported out of the mineshaft. Leaving the climbing gear behind for Herobrine to grab later once Steve remembered they forgot it. 

Allowing the bats to all swarm back in peace against the glistening cave wall. Settling once again now that their routy guests had gone.

But who knew what kind of antics the next day would bring.

There was no telling when it came to Steve and Herobrine.

For now, the night would bring soft words and warm cuddles.

Perhaps lessons were learned. Perhaps not. 

But both boys would have to agree. The day had certainly been memorable.

… And Herobrine was definitely going to set up a swing.

--

Chapter 3: Tied Up

Chapter by SplinterGirl13

(SOF SPOOF)

I got permission from Bi-Ocelot to write a little bit of smut for their amazing and wonderful fic Strings of Fate. If you haven't read it, I cannot recommend it more. 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26287705  

Oce I hope you enjoy lol <3 I love stealing your characters. They are fun bastards (lovingly) to write with and I adore them.

Disclaimer for sexual content

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"Okay, you're sure you're able to come? I’m asking you to unload and load stuff all day." 

"For the thousandth time, yes, Alex. I heard you the first time."

"I can seriously pay someone to help me. Nether, I can even ask any of my friends."

Steve briefly closed his eyes to prevent him from rolling them. "We've already discussed and decided this. We don't have the extra money for that and it would be stupid because I am perfectly okay to help!"

"I know, I know." She put her hands up in defense. "It's just that this meetup is very important! And you've been kinda… "

She broke off. Waving her hand in the air to symbolize what she couldn't summarize. Spacey? Removed? Borderline insane? All three?

While he knew it was very true, it still hurt for either of them to admit it. Ever since he had seen his supposed 'fated' in the wastelands of the nether, he had been experiencing the worst kinds of luck. A storm had demolished their house. It then forced the duo to spend time in town, which Steve never liked, and thus encouraged him back out of town into the wild much too early, causing him to get slightly sick from the weather, which led to many other rash and frankly unhealthy decisions as his mind wasn't quite all there…

But things had been finally looking up again. They had reconstructed the kitchen with all the money Steve had made harvesting materials in the nether. Which gave Steve a solid place to sleep, eat, and even bathe. It had given him a place to recover and get his mind straight. He could shove down the red string in his glove and forget it even existed.

And, despite… that beast… watching from a distance during his time mining for materials, it hadn't interacted with him almost at all since the time Steve had walked into its castle. Almost as if its curiosity had been sated, and they both decided it was a better idea for them to never speak to each other again.

Yep. Things finally were going Steve's way.

Well. All except for one thing:

The nightmares. 

Steve had his fair share of nightmares in his life. Almost nightly, in fact. 

Dreams of fire. Dreams of angry villagers. Dreams of mobs. Dreams of rejection. Dreams of pain and death. 

In line with surviving in such a hostile world, these were a common set of traumas to unpack while sleeping the night away.

Those were normal compared to his current nightmares.

Which weren't proving to be bad, per se, just weird.

It's not like he spent a lot of time in the nether before. He had only gone in when he needed the resources it provided. The drive to explore was less so than the necessity to survive.

But in his dreams, it was like he had been navigating the nether his entire life. And he'd walk amongst the crimson landscape as if he owned the place. Completely in his element. It was so real he could almost feel the heat on his skin.

But during his walks, he'd get flashes in his vision. Scenes his brain couldn't fully understand. Lightning flashing across the colorless sky. Void. Swords clashing. Armies marching across red misted earth. Mobs piled high in massive graves. His own death from mismatched visages of assailants. Sometimes he'd just see himself staring back at him. Emotionless.

But mostly, he would feel things along with the scenes. Anger. Pain. Terror. He'd sometimes wake himself up screaming. The disturbing scenes whisked away in the morning. The contents quickly gone, but the emotions, the sensations, clung greedily in the sweat that caked his body.  He would wake up feeling unnerved and watched.

And at the forefront of these scenes and emotions was him…

It was always him…

Safe to say that it was all a lot and his mind didn't fully comprehend what it was seeing. 

And lately, the dreams have only gotten weirder!

Steve blamed it on his mental state. He was frustrated with the daily nightmares, and how pent up he was inside not able to tell Alex what was wrong. Last time she found out, she stormed away, leaving a tightness in his chest.

And it all seemed to culminate in him being… really, really horny. Weird, but it could have been worse. Maybe like those jokes where you get so angry you pop a boner from the rush of adrenaline. Something stronger than anger. These episodes were brief and spaced, but his hand where the crimson knot laid itched badly after each instance.

This conundrum had left him more spacey in his waking hours; fucking with his sleep schedule.

On top of that, he utterly refused to let himself relieve any tension when he woke up after dreaming of the demon. It just felt wrong. And, despite the color of the string they shared, Steve did not want to let himself feel anything even remotely romantic when it came to his 'fated'. Hell, he’s never once had a proper conversation with the guy!

Instead, he would wake up, and do chores or go mining. It helped a lot. The dreams, weird, bad or horny, would fade. The stickier feelings would earn a splash in a cold cave creek. It would leave him feeling the absence of feelings. 

Which was also not a good thing…

He felt numb.

It added to the space in his focus. Disconnection from the surrounding reality, even from his own signals from his nerves as pain or the feeling of his tools in his hands. Radiating strongly from his hand that wore the crimson cord. There were times he couldn’t control his fingers from the lack of sensation when he was basically disassociating. Completely limp as if his nerves had been severed.

The numbness wasn't always bad. It silenced the mean little thoughts that remained in the back of his head; the small voices of doubt he carried. Doubts and fears that ate at him when his mood was the lowest. Not even they could fight the apathy.

And yet there was something so familiar about it. 

It almost had a similar feeling to something he had developed with Alex's string. Whenever they were apart for a long time, the string liked to remind them that the fates still connected them in the best of ways. 

He would often feel her happiness. Her strength. And sometimes her loneliness and longing to see him again. It always made him smile. It was a warmth in his chest. There were other emotions that flitted through in times of lapsing focus that had him smirking throughout the day. 

She had expressed the same delight. Often feeling his joy in the mines, knowing very well when he struck gold or jewels. He mostly brought her peace and calm, having a longer fuse… 

But not as recently.

No, they had been removed from each other as of late. Which Steve was only slightly grateful for. He didn't want Alex feeling these emotions. Detached or… other.

He hoped it wasn't a permanent thing. He had only recently noticed it when his string had found its paired hand in the castle. The second instance, not the first. Steve had found himself within the castle’s dungeon and came face-to-face with the demon.

The numbness faded slightly at night as he was getting ready for sleep. He wondered if it was a mixture of confusion, frustration, and anxiety over the recurring nightmares that drove away the numbness.

Whatever it was, it would take a while for him to fade into a restless sleep. 

His body would become warm. There were flashes of fire. and lava. He could hear screaming, hissing, and growling in his ear. Then he would jolt awake. Screaming with no sound. Sweating through the sheets as he sat up. 

And rock hard.

Only to repeat the cycle of chores. Numb. Confusion. Reluctance. Rest. Boner. Etc.

This lack of rest, and the denial of release, drained him. Mentally and physically.

It was a frustrating situation nonetheless, and it was affecting Alex too. She and him were already on thin ice with each other in the first place over all this string nonsense, leading to her distrust in his capabilities to keep to a set schedule and task. 

All culminating in the faithless look she was giving him now.

She moved her scowl to the side as if pondering her request again.

"Okay. Well, if you're sure you're sure-"

"I'm sure."

Steve answered before she could think about it further. He was pretty used to being tired and out of it at this point. What was a couple hours on the road and some manual labor going to do to differ from that? If anything, it might help take his mind off that unlit portal in their basement. Get some distance from the wretched reminder.

"Then we need to leave by 7 am. Any later and I'm leaving you behind and paying for someone in town."

"Such distrust." He shook his head and then put up his hand, touching her knot on his finger with his thumb. "I promise I will be ready before 7 am."

"Good. I'm going to hold you to it." She said, suddenly tugging the string, so it jolted his hand across his face in a playful smack.

He ran forward to tackle her in her chair, giving her a playful headlock. They tussled carefully until Steve let go to hop away. 

"Okay, then I better get to bed."

"Good night, sweet dreams!"

—

It was as if she cursed him. 

On better nights, his dreams were fleeting. Memories of a story lost in the many scenarios of his mind unraveled in its time of rest. Clearing out the junk and unwinding, processing everything. The process ended with vivid sensations and nightmares that would flee the moment his eyes burst open with a heaving chest. 

They were never clear.

Tonight was different. One of his least favorite dreams. It meant something bad was going to happen and he would remember it. He could see a clear scene, but again, it was in the nether. It was always the nether. Not of the castle, this time, but the aqua blue of a warped forest. The strange grass crunched beneath his feet as he trotted forward. 

And yet, tonight he was lucid, something that was uncommon in this dreamscape. He was very much aware of being in a dream. 

Double bad.

“Hello?” He called. “Is anyone there?”

None answered. 

Steve swallowed as he continued through the warped forest. The sound of rushing liquid came to his mind beyond the rustling fungus boughs overhead. The air wasn’t boiling hot, but warm with a humid breeze.

Following the sound of liquid, Steve came across a spring. It had an oily sheen. It couldn’t be water, it all would evaporate immediately. Then again, this was a dream. So maybe it didn't need to make sense. His thoughts pulled him towards the mythical water. He followed his feet as they waded in. Each step dissolved his clothes until he was fully submerged and nude. He dunked his head in the refreshing liquid coming up for air and shaking the water from his hair.

His eyes peeled open to another form in the water, approaching. His body welcomed the presence as a large palm caressed his cheek. He leaned into it with a pleased sigh.

“Why do you infatuate me?” A deep bass of a voice, silky and commanding, spoke so softly. “You fill my thoughts with every dream.”

Of course it was him. Triple bad.

Steve couldn’t answer as he leaned forward, resting against the being’s chiseled, firm chest. His hands hugged the being’s hips as the palm on his cheek slid to the back of his head, combing through his slick, curly hair.

Quadruple bad!

He knew he was in a dream. Why couldn’t he resist?! Steve tried to fight the actions of the vision, to pull away and confront the demon. This nightmare differed greatly from reality, but an inkling of hope pressed in his throat that it would form answers.

His head craned up, exposing his throat as the form in front bent down. Lips, soft, found each other in the middle. Steve whimpered as he clung to the other’s muscular body. The large hand trailed down his back and gripped a cheek of his rear, squeezing. Earning a groan from both.

Was he disgusted? No, not in the slightest. Inquisitive better suited the description of his train of thought. He was struggling against this situation. He was not in control. Something else was guiding this scenario. But… might as well roll with it. If he was about to have a wet dream, why not take point and enjoy the ride?

Nerves in his cock throbbed with interest. He ground his hips against the other, knowing full well the lack of attire both shared. It was the first movement he made on his own whims.

Suddenly, the man’s back collided with the bank of the spring, a teleport. Steve grunted at the impact. A heavy body fell on top of him with a growl. The mood shifted.

“You torment me. An obsession I cannot sate. An object I cannot have.”

Steve looked up to see a snarling beast with fierce, glowing eyes above him. Long straight hair falling around him in a shadowed halo blocking the light. The distinct feeling of a large cock resting on his groin. His mind ignored the danger as desire pooled at the wonder of what that cock would feel like inside him.

“Why do I wish to devour you? I want to feel your flesh in my jaws. To taste the rubies of punctured skin. To mar your flesh in bruises, a display that I claim you.” The beast growled.

Steve stared into those eyes, red flushed deep across his face. A power stifling robbed his lungs of air. His heart raced as this sensation of terror erupted across his body like bursting blisters. He stared wide-eyed at the sun's bright lights snarling above him. Flecks of spit sprayed across his face.

“Is this what you want?” The demon chided, as he pulled the miner’s hips to hover over the ground as he positioned his cock at the miner’s entrance. “To satiate your lustful nature? My dear fated, you find strange pleasure in danger, don’t you?”

“Makes life interesting.” Steve whispered to the being above him. His voice floated airily in this strange place. Like the oxygen was different here. It made his head feel light. Was it even his own words?

"Interesting." The beast repeated. Unsure how the word felt on his lips. He scowled.

"You gonna sit there looking mad?" Steve's hands trailed down the slim, yet muscular and towering form. Settling at the cheeks. Taking them both in his hand and shoving their bodies closer together. "Or are you going to do something about it?"

It was his motions, his words, his body. But the control was not in his hands. A cocky, chatty, lustful bastard was not a card in his deck.

Realizations clicked like missing pieces to a puzzle, incomplete, but its image was coalescing.

He and Alex shared dreams on the rarest of occasions. It had been a horrid blizzard. Alex had developed hypothermia from falling into the water. They were in the same sleeping bag to conserve warmth with a pitiful fire next to them in the cave. Alex’s flesh turned to glistening, transparent ice. Steve was lost in the sheen of white. A teal string directed them to each other.

Was he sharing a dream with the demon? Is this a nightmare in the demon’s mind that Steve stumbled into place? An actor in this theater of the other’s creation.

Hands planted on either side of Steve’s head, claws digging into the mossy cyan grass.

The beast growled. Head dipping so their foreheads touched. Steve was lost in a sea of dark hair and white eyes. Their teeth clacked together in a fighting kiss for dominance. The beast's body crushed him against the side of the pool, and Steve moaned unabashedly. Hands thrusted up and threaded into long hair, binding the demon to the other. 

“No!”

A sudden burst of what Steve thought was lightning flashed above them and suddenly the demon was glitching above him. Covered in blood. Eyes furious. Sharp teeth all showing in a dangerous snarl. His face turned to a dazzling cavern sky of darkness. Glittering specks of jewels and shining stones sparkled like stars in the moonless night.

The demon scrambled off of him as he stared into the cavern’s ceiling, searching. Mist rolled across the ceiling, swirling around hanging pillars and stalactites. Dark and menacing, like a thick storm or heavy smoke. Discharges of electricity zapped in the distance.

“ NO! ”

The demon swung and his hands found Steve’s neck. Before he knew it, the monster was shoving him down under the water. White eyes filled all of his vision around him as it lit up the water bright red. Like lava. A howling storm appeared through the foaming ripples on the surface of the pool. Lightning flashed as streaks of crimson red swirled in his tunneling vision.

Steve struggled under the water. Grabbing at the hands. Kicking at a broad chest above the surface. Screaming as bubbles flew from his mouth. 

But it was no use. The red light was turning to an all-consuming white. The white ate at the scene. Burning it like paper under a flame. Until that's all he could see. Suspended.

And as if the light was switched off, the scene went black.

" My fated ."

A voice echoed behind him. Steve turned around.

Behind him, stars formed. With two large ones in the center. Growing in brightness. Until the form was revealed.

A monster in tattered clothing. Chained by the wrists to a mirrored pool of water around his bent knees. Hair long and unkept. Swords sticking out of his bleeding, burnt, and scarred back. Electrical energy surging all around him. Brightening the void in a menacing way. 

The demon tilted up his chin to the heavens. And screamed. Screamed loud. The world rumbled. The demon fought against the clattering chains. He tried to stand, but electricity coursed through his body, stuttering his limbs.

Until finally, the monster collapsed forward. Shaking and exhausted. Hair spilled over his face, threads like curtains obscuring the fierce, unrestrained glow. The shallow pool rippled and splashed with every movement. It felt like slime and sludge, but moved like thin water.

Steve felt a pang of sympathy for the hurt one. He reached out a hand. The red string shot straight out. But did not connect to the other as usual.

"H-hey…" Steve called.

And the monster tilted up his head. And looked straight at Steve with tears streaming down his face. Pouring out of his white eyes. 

"Stop this." The beast pleaded in a weak and crackling voice. “ Not again... ”

The hand where the short end of the red string pointed to was a horrifying sight. A palm, bloodied, with disfigured digits. It looked as if something had been torn straight off of each finger, near severing. The residue of the marring left as burns. The scarring of botched strings…

The shaking beast looked like it was doing its best to keep upright. Shaking like a leaf. Crying silent tears. Biting back pained howls. 

And like a crossbow bolt; the red string from Steve's hand suddenly shot out and wrapped itself around the demon’s finger. Tying itself in a nice, pretty knot around the only unbroken finger. It wound its way up his arm. Almost comforting. 

The demon's eyes opened even wider. As he stared at the string that had formed. And the shaking became stronger. And the crying became vocal. 

The red string continued upwards. Hugging the demon's shoulder. Wrapping around his chest. Around his waist and legs and arms. Until his whole body was red. Until the chains were not very different from the fabric.

And the demon screamed.

A painful sound.

The string shot out in all directions. 

Steve shielded his eyes from the blast and felt the edges of the fabric blown away, wrapped around his skin. It began twisting him all up. Covering every surface. 

Steve panicked. Trying to rip the strings from him. But the string on his finger joined the fight against him. And wrapped around his arm. Moving to the other arm. To completely immobilize his upper body. Leaving the stray strings to take over his legs.

He fell to his knees. And as he fell, he noticed all the frayed ends were now pointing in front of him. He followed their point and found a blob of red string in front of him. Slowly moving forward with groans. Chains on both sides of the blob dragging along. Broken. Free. And yet not.

The strings pulled him to the ground. And then dragged his body towards the amalgamation in front of him. The man panicked. Trying to escape the tight confines of his binds. But no matter what he tried, he was powerless against the red strings.

He started screaming. Telling the strings to let them go. He was scared. He couldn't breathe. Strings were going down his throat. Choking him.

Until the two blobs crashed together. And a disgusting hand, tied with a string around its fingers, grabbed his forearm.

END THIS!

A voice so loud it forced him from his sleep. 

—

His eyes shot open, tears streaming down them. Screaming noiselessly as usual. Hot and sweaty and heaving. Feverish.

But one thing differed.

He could not move.

He thought at first his limbs might be still asleep. Or that he might be experiencing some sort of sleep paralysis. It felt like he was still tied up. Like a giant spider had weaved a web of yarn around him while he slept.

"What the fuck!?" He found his mouth screeching. As he struggled in the bed to get the covers off and see what was going on. But he couldn't move his arms. He could wiggle his fingers, curl his toes, and wriggle beneath the covers. But he could not move further than that.

He began making increasingly panicked sounds in his throat. As no matter what he did, he could not get his limbs free. 

"Steve?" 

There was a knock at the door. And Steve's blood ran cold. Oh shit. 

"You good? I'd like to get out the door in about 15 min." Alex’s voice sounded muffled from behind the makeshift door.

The man struggled quicker, desperate to get out of the situation. The sounds he was making were hard to mask. Grunts of effort. The squeak of the bed. Echoing off the small cavern's walls. They did not escape Alex’s notice.

“Stevie? What the hell is going on in there?”

“G-give me a moment, dammit!” He squirmed further, finally wrenching a hand free from the thin snake of a string.

"Can I come in?" The door handle jiggled. 

"NO!" Steve practically screamed in a cold sweat.

The jiggling stopped, but Steve quickly realized his mistake. 

"Why not?" She asked, suspicion oozing out of every syllable.

"Uh, uh… I'm not decent!" He said, not necessarily untruthfully. 

But she wasn't buying it. "Dude, come on, I've seen you naked plenty of times. Heh, what are you, jacking it or something?"

"I'd really prefer you not come in right now!"

"If it means that much to you, just throw on a shirt and come on! We need to get moving."

Fear of being discovered fueled him. He pushed his chest from the mattress with a single hand. Groaning the entire way up in his throat from the effort it took to strain against the string. As he sat up, the material binding him seemed to shift. He slowly got his other arm free. Helping to propel him further forward.

Steve tucked in his legs and flipped around into a sitting position.

The covers fell away as he surveyed the condition of the rest of his body. Just like how it felt, he was bound completely from head to toe. His legs were in an odd position, one bent while the other laid lax and straight, but tied as to not be allowed to move but access to the tight morning wood he was experiencing under his clothes. Said clothes were in disarray; shirt pulled up around his neck and sweatpants threatening to slip from his hips.

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, what the hell?!

The victory of sitting up was short-lived as the crimson line shot out and claimed his arms again, yanking it with such force that it caused him to topple sideways off his bed. Causing his stiff limbs to ache further from being forced from their positions.

A yelp tore through his throat as he thudded loud against the stone floor. The movement somehow ripped his pants and underwear from his hips in one fell swoop. Exposing his bobbing erection to the air.

"Steven! So help the gods. What is going on in there?! Get dressed and let's go. How hard is that?"

“I’m! Trying...! Ack!” Steve writhed on the ground as he strained against the cord. It... oh no.... oh no, oh no, oh no.

"What are you doing in there!? It better not be something weird!"

Oh gods, oh gods!

Panic flooded his system as it squeezed his chest. He felt like a real snake had coiled around his body. He couldn’t expand his chest properly. His arms were bound to his side as it tightened and tightened.

Calm yourself. You’re only making it worse.

Steve’s eyes shot open as a deep, resounding voice echoed in his head. Despite its low and velvety tone, it did nothing to quell the growing panic.

“A-Alex!... Ow... A...!”

Alex had received his reluctant cry for help. The door burst open. Completely ignoring the small lock on it meant to help deter mobs.

Loud curses of frustration sat at the tip of her tongue. Yet every quip died in her throat and her eyes went wide as she processed the scene in front of her.

Steve laid on the ground. His limbs were bound tightly around his body by the tight strings. The string positioned his legs in an incredibly compromising way as his arms could only wiggles near his chest. The red string glowed brightly as its faded end continued to sliver around his body. The light color pressed around as it squeezed, forming indents in his flesh as his turn turned red. His face was flushed hard as he gazed at her pleadingly. 

At least it wasn’t tight around his neck. Yet.

Though, as soon as she entered the room, Steve sort of wished the string would pull taut and end him. His face matched the color. Utterly and completely embarrassed. 

“Stevie?” She asked in a panic. Trying to figure out what to even do about this situation.

“C...can’t... breathe...” The man tried to respond. Biting down his pride to ask for help.

“Holy shit!” Alex dove to his side. “How in the... ok, just... how in the world did this happen?”

Alex pulled at the roots of her hair as he watched Steve gasp for breath from the tight string.

"Fuck if I know, just h-help me get free!"

"Ah!... what the fuck!?" Her hands hovered above his chest and hesitated. Still taking in the situation. She noticed his situation. 

"Uh. Hm, are you into bondage now or something?”

"Alex, please!"

They had taken care of each other in tough moments, but this differed greatly from any of those situations. Neither was sure how to handle it.

“Okay, stop moving." She sucked in a calming breath herself. "Let’s... let’s uh. Solve this one tangle at a time.”

Fighting instincts is hard when your racing heart calls for more and more oxygen, but constricted lungs can only provide so much before running out. Steve stilled his writhing movements, but the trembling of nervousness remained at his extremities. Stopping the frantic pulls helped somewhat.

Alex’s hand ghosted over the string. It was thrumming with supernatural power. She knew who wore the matching knot, but who knew such influence could involve the way fate interacted in the physical world.

“Ok, I’m going to take the tangle around your chest and pull, okay? I might be able to sever the tangle and force it to retreat.”

Steve could only nod while tears filled his eyes. They burned as his body craved air. He was confused, scared, and embarrassed. He just wanted this to end.

Alex’s fingers dipped beneath the thrumming red string, sensations that she'd rather not experience in front of her companion tingled along her fingers. The moment she gripped the string, a loud booming voice echoed in her head.

LEAVE!

Alex jolted as she yanked the string, indeed tearing it, but the coils returned neater. The single moment of relief was all that Steve needed to steady his breathing and allow for his own influence to calm.

“Did... did you hear that?” Alex swallowed as Steve looked at the ceiling pleadingly.

“Yes.”

“What...” Alex reached back for the string. The voice came back.

NOW!

She jolted away and Steve closed his eyes tight. Trying to will away the string and this moment. Praying to the gods above that this was another weird dream.

“Is he causing this?”

“I don’t... just… you know what, just leave without me. I'll f-figure this out.”

Alex shuffled on her feet. She couldn’t do anything, and Steve was making it pretty clear with his body language that he definitely did not want her near in this moment of vulnerability. Both were at a loss at this. It was so awkward it was near tangible in the air.

“I won't leave the bunker until you're okay.”

"B-but the-"

"I think we can spare being late until you’re not strangling yourself." She nodded. Her face turned stern as she touched the red string again. "If you can hear me, you leave him alone! He did nothing. I'll hunt you down and-"

A growl emanated from the string as it grew tighter. The red vibrated in anger.

"Alex!"

"Okay, okay. I'm leaving." She quickly and reluctantly left the room. Closing the door behind her. She left him in silence. The strings allowed him a miniscule amount of wiggle room.

Relief at being alone filtered in Steve’s mind and he could breathe once again. All he had to do now was to deal with this absolute mess… alone. But his worries were amplified once the voice came back again. 

Are you done having your fit, mortal? That pestersome girl better not interfere any further.

Steve continued to struggle against the bindings. He swallowed. 

"Who... who are you?"

As if he didn't already know. His panicked and confused mind wanted confirmation. The voice ringing through his head sounded much more rough than the one he had just dreamed about.

Who else would I be?

The string on his pinky finger tugged hard. It yanked the arm free from his bound position, but the string snaked around and yanked it towards his crotch. Locking him in. A surge of sour arousal burst through his body. His own mind wasn’t the source, but the string carried through like a torrent river of feelings.

Steve groaned as increasing pressure conflicted with his throbbing erection. It appeared so suddenly. He tossed his head back and forth. It felt sour, forced. Burning across his nerves like static.

“What d-do you want from me?”

To fix this! The furious voice roared in his mind.

"C-can we seriously not handle this later?" For some reason, Steve figured he could rationalize with the voice in his head. "I'm kinda busy and-"

NO! The voice boomed and the strings tightened. Forcing Steve to gasp in surprise. I am exhausted and disturbed by your constant perverted emotions! It is immensely distracting!

Steve attempted to wriggle an arm free, but that made the coiling snakes of thin string wrap tighter around his body. Constricting him like a boa, burning and stress thrummed through the bright red sheen. Like a large body pinning him to his bed, trapping him. 

“What are you even talking about? I haven’t done anything!” Steve muttered into the carpet beside his bed.

Exactly! It growled. The sound pounded angrily around his head. You have done nothing, and it is harming us both! You will take care of this now!

"I-I don't understand. S-seriously, what do you want me to do?" Steve stuttered. Fearing the answer.

To get it over with. Is your feeble, lecherous mind really too distracted to comprehend what is before you?

The string tightened around his fingers, which made him give a good squeeze to his dick. He bit his lip. Forcing down a groan. His length twitched in the idea despite his best effort not to be affected by it.

“I’m nothing... Grn... of the sort.”

I've seen your thoughts and your dreams. And while I do not pretend to understand your mortal desires, I know that if you work out these frustrations, my waking nightmare will end. You long for what another body can give you, and you’ve denied yourself too long.

Something about that struck a chord with Steve. 

"... Waking nightmare? What do you mean?"

All I can feel throughout the day is your insatiable thirst. 

Thirst… hold on. 

"Is that why I keep waking up like this? Are you saying this is all my fault!?" Steve squirmed. "Listen here, pal, I was fine before you entered my dreams and started harassing me! You and your stupid string-"

HOW DARE YOU ACCUSE ME!

The voice yelled so loud it momentarily blinded him from sheer blunt force to his mind.

"Alright. Alright!" Steve panted. "Calm down."

I just want to go back to how I was. These… emotions you are burdening me with. I cannot go on much longer. They fill my mind every waking moment. I cannot describe how inefficient my tasks are becoming when I itch for a feeling I cannot recognize.

So If their emotions were transferring… kind of like Alex and him… The horniness was from him. So the numbness… was that-

But he didn't get to think much more than that. As the strings moved his hand in such a way that he gave his length a nice, slow, rolling jerk.

“Gah!” That noise alone was enough for his hand to keep up with the slow rolls.

Finally, sighed the voice.

"W-wait." Steve felt the strings wrapping around him again as his heart rate increased. Panicking. "S-slow down. Hold on!"

You want to be taken hard and fast in your fantasies. I am giving you what you want, mortal . Lay back and enjoy it.

The voice called almost mockingly. Increasing the strength of his grip and jerking harder. Despite how aroused he was, this manhandling weakened his pleasure as he hissed in too much pain. 

"STOP!" Steve practically screeched. And, surprisingly, the string did. But they did not loosen.

In the echo of the small room, Steve could feel the teal string lurch at his voice. Alex remained on the other side of the door. Ready to burst in if he needed her to. It did not help the mood in the slightest. The man caught his breath and collected his thoughts. He wished he could comb a hand through his sweaty curls to get them out of his face. 

"Okay, demon." Steve hissed. "Listen good and hard. I don't know what's going on. And what's up with our string bullshit? But I'm sorry that my… uh…"

Insatiable thirst.

"Right, that . I'm sorry that's affecting you. That's not fair. You didn't ask for that." Steve sighed. "I didn't really have a say in any of this either."

Hmph.

"So, for the sake of helping move past whatever is happening, I'll take care of… that problem down there. But you gotta work with me here a little, okay?"

I do not know if I trust you. And you do not realize how important this is to the safety of my realm. If I cannot focus, the balance will falter and cause great calamities amongst all worlds.

Steve could have rolled his eyes and gotten angry. But he was trying to keep calm. He would need to be calm in order to fix this. 

"Can you at least cut some slack so I can get back up on the bed? It will be a lot more comfortable. Make this less awkward and difficult."

The voice seemed to take a half second to ponder that before seeming to agree to those terms.

The strings sagged around his limbs. Allowing him to shimmy into a standing position. It took a few moments, but the dizziness of adrenaline passed as Steve sat down on his bed. He placed his pillow against the wall and leaned back in a deep slouch. He placed his legs comfortably on the mattress and assessed this situation.

He was no stranger to predicaments such as this, but he found no source of arousal. It all had to stem from the one on the other side of the string.

Said other side of the string let out an impatient groan, which felt weird in the back of his mind. Steve counted to ten in his head. Calm.

“So what part of this is frustrating you?”

The crawling speed at which you are-

“Not that.” Steve took a deep breath. “My old counselor told me to talk through my feelings when I’m distressed, and it's very clear that you do everything but that.”

The string on his pinky squeezed in warning. Are you lecturing me?

“No. Just trying to understand you better. If we’re bound, we might as well talk. Maybe it will help?”

We have already decided what will help.  

The red string engulfed him once more. Tugging his hand closer to his lower body. And, of course, Steve felt no arousal from the rough treatment. He threw back his head with a sigh.

“Listen to me, jackass. I’m human, you’re... human? Kinda. You understand that you can’t force me into something and expect it to go your way. Talk to me and this will be much easier. ”

Grrr. 

“Maybe just a couple of questions? I feel like I am owed an explanation for why all of this is happening, since you say it is my fault.”

Fine. Ask me your questions.

Steve had to rack his brain. He had sought help when he and Alex lived in a much larger city for relief from his unsightly childhood. It was a blur, but some strategies stuck with him. He could do small talk.

“You mentioned your realm. Why are my human emotions affecting you and your realm?”

The voice sighed this time. Though not in frustration. Simply to collect his thoughts.

The unfeeling void I spawned from gave me a gift. Wielding magic is fickle, and the smallest change will upset the balance of control. The over-correction of nothing recoiled into everything. A steady hand is what my throne, and its subjects, requires. Without it, I am no better than the volcanic earth in the swathes of its rage.

“Does that explain why I have been unusually depressively numb as of late?”

My methods of soothing should not have transferred.

“But it did. Do you know how being fated works?”

Do you?

The demon sounded extremely confused by his question.

“What do you mean?” Something in his gut told him he wouldn’t like the answer.

In the previous era of my existence, my purpose revolved around the fates. They once revered me as an expert on the subject. You must understand that the ability to transfer emotions and create physical manifestations through a fated connection is not possible within mortals.

Steve swallowed the lump in his throat. He was not expecting this much exposition and didn’t know if he liked these answers. Steve thought the transferring of emotions, while not as potent as what he was feeling right now, was a common occurrence between fated. Why else would Steve and Alex share several feelings? And, now that he thought about it, yank on each other's strings from time to time. Was that not normal?

Was it because of him and his freaky red string?

“Y-you’re not mortal.” The man whispered in conclusion. It felt weird admitting it out loud.

Mmm. And there are a plethora of reasons gods and mortals do not mix.

“... What does that mean?”

The string started tightening around him uncomfortably now. Rubbing at his skin.

I no longer wish to discuss such matters. The voice growled. I believe you said you were in a hurry?

"All right, all right. Sorry, I’m trying to get rid of some of this awkward tension."

Good. You can start by masturbating. 

The blush around Steve’s face couldn’t get any deeper. "Do you have to say it so bluntly!? You're not exactly helping me relax!”

Apparently, pleasantries were now out the window. As all the patience the demon had seemed to burn up all at once.

Oh poor lad, shall I sing you a lullaby as you chant my name to the heavens as you do in your wicked dreams?

“Okay, first off, you need to calm right back down!” Steve couldn’t contain his own bubbling anger. He didn’t even recognize it flaring up through the numbness. “This is all the damn string's fault, I swear! You keep making me out to be some slut! I’ve never had feelings or experiences like this until you appeared. Maybe making yourself numb all the time is why the most basic levels of arousal are hitting so hard. Second, are you always this short and sarcastic? It's unbecoming. And third-"

OH JUST GET ON WITH IT! 

“No.” Steve snorted. Firmly planting his hands on either side and crossing his legs.

You are aware that I can influence the physical barrier and move your body on from this senseless patter if I wished. I could finish this without your input as I originally planned.

“Yet you hesitate.” He noticed. Despite the threats, the threads had not moved to choke the life out of him again. “I think you know that if you force it out of me, it will do nothing to help fix the situation."

The voice was silent on that matter.

A victory in his mind. Riding high, Steve continued with his questioning. "My next question… if our emotions are transferring, that must mean our dreams are too. Since you keep bringing them up."

The voice in his head was quiet for a couple of heartbeats. As if pondering if there was anything it could do to speed this along.

Indeed. The demon finally grumbled, giving in. Though resting in the nether is a death-sentence, I have adapted to an existence without the need of periods of intense rest. The periods in which you sleep within your realm are projected into my mind in the middle of my work and at irregular intervals. I cannot gauge when these feelings will arise. Your sleep schedule is inconsistent. And maintaining a crumbling world when its original creators long abandoned it requires great focus.

"So, if my human emotions are distracting you, you can’t work, period. Interesting."

Have I answered enough of your endless questions? It sounded as if the other said the words through grit teeth. The string's fabric on his finger felt like irritating little needles.

"I suppose." He felt a little better about the situation in some ways. “But, say, why are you pestering me about this when I feel like this is a you thing? I, for one, am feeling zero arousal right now. I’ve had better starts when I’m bored with nothing to do.”

The voice groaned in irritation.

“Is this a ‘numbness’ thing?”

Will a ‘yes’ sate this ceaseless pestering?

“Might as well.”

Then yes. I cannot feel without outside input. And do not know how to manage these unruly foreign emotions.

Steve held in his laugh. His mind jumped to many conclusions through the path of this incredibly awkward conversation. A gut feeling, through the red string and his own intuition, was that this predicament was a stunted form of the demon asking for assistance.

In essence, he was ‘helping a homie out’.

“Last question.”

URGH. You are testing me at this point!

Steve stifled a snort. Focusing on the task at hand. “Could you untie me more? It might help.”

No. The demon snorted instead. This helps to keep us tethered. The more points of contact, the better. So I’ve researched.

“Okay. Fine then. Makes kinda sense.” He closed his eyes. “Here I go. I don't make any promises, though. It'll be weird with you in my head."

I promise to remain silent if that means this gets done quicker.

Steve took himself in his hand and rolled nice and slow over the red strings. It did not feel nice. Not even the diluted rush of a quickie could compare to the feeling of nothing as he tried to get himself interested. His body was ready but, through the string's influence, convincing his brain was the sticky issue.

Mmm…

The voice in his head groaned despite Steve feeling nothing. Was he stealing the sensation of pleasure to make up because, in Steve’s speculation, his disconnection to humanity severed a lot of human... things? That was a mouthful. Steve was still groggy from the jolt of his awakening. Maybe stealing back some of that sensation would clear things up. If he could figure out how to do that.

He continued to pump at a steadier, firmer pace. Testing the waters a little. Going faster and slower to see how it would affect the noises in his head.

Grr… Hmph…

When he grew bored with that, and his dick began protesting at being beaten with no pleasant sensation, he spoke up.

“That’s not exactly staying quiet.” Steve pointed out with a sly smile and a raised eyebrow. Definitely amused. 

Humph. The demon cleared his throat. Probably realizing how he had been sounding. Forgive me. Your emotions are rather odd. I fear I do not have full control over my voice.

Despite the noises he had been making, his speech was rather unaffected. Steve’s body remained rather unaffected by it all, too. Not even marinating in the little huffs and sounds the demon gave got him moody enough for the activity.

“Okay, uh, so, I am not feeling any of this.” Steve stopped his pumping. “I don’t think this is going to do it for me.”

The demon took a few seconds to catch his breath before answering. He now sounded winded as he spoke. The strings sagged slightly, allowing Steve a little more room to move. 

You’ll have to do something to get past the numbness of my learned nature. It is strong. But together, I think we can get in sync enough to ignore it. 

Steve tossed his pillow back on his bed as he flopped upon it. He rolled on his belly as he hugged the fluffy pillow, digging his burning face into the soft cotton fabric. 

“Not gonna work fast enough, chief.” He mumbled into the pillow. "Not like you're helping me out with any foreplay or anything."

Hmm, there appeared to be an interest within the contents of your dreams. Would you detest reviewing such items? You appeared keen within them.

Steve jolted up from the pillow, only to be stopped short by the strings. “I’d rather not.”

Fickle man. The voice huffed.

But now that he was thinking about it, he remembered how much he enjoyed the thought of the demon’s enormous length pressed up against his backside. His eyes turned to the wooden surface right next to his bed. Nothing but clutter upon its surface, but perhaps inside?

“Hey. I have an idea. Give me my left hand back.”

The strings slowly relaxed from his left side. And Steve wriggled into a sitting position, taking in a few deep breaths. There was a chance it wasn’t even there. He was not about to go searching beyond this little room, either. He scooted to the edge of his bed and pulled the drawer open. Clutter filled the drawer to the brim, but he dug around and a jolt raced down his spine as his fingers grazed over the cool, smooth surface.

He procured a peculiar object from the depths of his drawer. One he wasn’t sure how he felt about, but it sure sent some sensation across his body. Must be a good sign.

The object firmly in Steve’s grasp was a rounded base of silver, with little engravings of curled lines wrapped around this half-sphere base. Attached to the flared base was a short shaft of rosy quartz. Every side rounded and smoothed with the head of the shaft rounded and engraved to mimic an erected penis. It even had small veins carved into its shiny surface and a slight curve. He had only used it a few times and had an okay time with it, but this might just be his lifeline right now.

What in the four realms is that ?

“It’s uh… a toy.” Steve dug back into the bedside table to make sure he had his other material available. He found a sealed vial and smiled. Thank the gods.

A toy? The other sputtered with disdain. As in for children?

“NO! No, no, no!” Steve coughed as he backpedaled and sat back on the bed again. “Adult toy. It’s for, uh, pleasuring yourself.”

I see. How does this stone aid in this? It appears to be more of a ritual decoration for crude fertility cults. I hope it is pure silver. I can’t imagine that this is clean. What is the purpose of this phallus thing?

“I’m going to shove it up my butt.”

All he got in response was a very loud sigh. Steve would have laughed if the awkwardness at the beginning of this encounter didn’t stunt his emotional capacity.

Steve cleared his throat as he turned the shaft in his hand. “It’s a stand-in for a dick since you want to do this long-distance.”

I don’t want to do this at all. The demon huffed. I am drained the longer this bumbling continues.

A droplet of panic slipped into his heart at that revelation. “H-hey, if you don’t want to do this, we should stop immediately.” 

No! I don’t- Arg! Fine, whatever, I-

Now firm on the subject, Steve dropped his hand. “I can’t continue until you tell me you want to. It’s one of the first things you learn about sex.”

The voice was silent for a moment. Steve would have wondered if the demon had left him if it weren’t for the strings still wrapped around his form. They slowly tightened again.

I misspoke before. I wish to continue. Desperation arose in my tone as I have found this to be stirring into a conundrum I was not expecting it to be. These emotions are difficult to control.

“Are you sure?” Steve asked again. “This isn’t just for ‘the good of your realm’ or whatever?”

I have to admit. I was hesitant at first. But I felt a unique, and pleasant, connection. And as a scholar, I would like to see this experience through. Many emotions had fled my wounded heart in the crawling years of my confinement to this realm. A clarity of sorts may prove useful as I wish to explore this strange bond of fates. It has been a while since I have been able to experiment.

“A scholar, huh?” The man had to smile at that. Now that he had firm consent, Steve shifted and lathered a good amount of lubricant from the small vial onto his finger. “Wouldn’t have taken you for that.”

There are many things you do not know about me, mortal. There are many traits of yourself that evade my anticipations.

He reached a hand further past his erection. “Maybe we can learn about each other together.” 

It seemed like the demon was going to say something, but a resounding hiss in his head cut him off as Steve slowly pushed his finger into his puckered entrance.

“How’s that feeling?” Steve asked with a lopsided smile.

Pinpricks of bubbling sensations stirred within his gut. He took that as a good sign. Steve wasn’t one for being on the receiving end, but the way his body reacted to these preparations told he might need to get used to it.

Cold. Was all the voice said, through grit teeth. Strange and cold.

“Just wait until you feel it on the dildo. That sucker’s cold.”

Steve took a deep breath before sliding a second finger through. He gnashed his teeth together at the stretch. It really had been a while since he did anything like this. The miner wasn’t sure that the feeling would even stick. But the long and loud purr that rumbled in his head was his answer.

His slick digits pushed in and out in slow circles as his other hand rolled with long strokes of his erection.

Are objects such as this a trend among sexually mature humans?

“Hmm?” Steve asked, somewhat caught in concentration.

These phallic ‘toys’.

“Not everyone. I don’t like to use them; too stiff. Alex got it for me as a gag gift when I came out.” Feeling slightly self-conscious, he explained himself. “Of course, it was one of the few things to survive since I shoved it in storage. I’m surprised I even remembered it was here.” 

She sounds lovely. The other muttered. I supposed this hostility between the two of you is not truly antagonistic?

“Hey, you know this thing might save our... my ass.”

Feeling a little brave, he slunk in three and felt a good stretch. The demon on the other end gave a long groan at that. And the strings quivered around him. It seemed to work on both ends. Getting them in sync.

Steve tried to get deeper to hit that sweet spot to get him even more prepared, but in his position, with the strings wrapped tightly around him, it was near impossible. He decided that was a sign to switch it up to something longer. He felt nice and stretched. And the dildo wasn't huge. He should be fine to start now. He removed his fingers entirely and shifted to grab the stand-in shaft.

Hmfph.  

"What?"

Oh. Nothing.

"Everything okay?"

Yes. It's, well-

"What?"

What you were doing down there seemed to work and you stopped.

"Hah! Patience. You have seen nothing yet."

Steve took what remained of the oil on his fingers and coated it around the quartz shaft, drooling more from the vial to compensate for the disuse. His heart thumped in his chest as he lowered the object. The strings moved his pants further down around his ankles to help him spread eagle as he watched his hands manipulate the object towards his entrance. The cold tip pressed against the sensitive nerves as he bit his lip. He hadn’t even begun pressing forward as tremors appeared across his limbs and his heart palpitated.

Wait.

The voice of the demon called out. And Steve froze; his concentration broken.

"What?" He snapped, now his turn to be short tempered. He was practically salivating at the thought of getting off like this.

Hrm. Something you said earlier. It has been plaguing my mind. The voice sounded unsure and hesitant. It was weird coming from his deep tone. Consent. Do you… consent to this?

Steve was going to laugh and joke about how he wouldn't be so close to shoving something up his ass if he wasn't sure, but he took to considering.

Why was he doing this?

Sure, he had already agreed to it. As he felt he was at least somewhat responsible for the demon’s predicament. But that didn't mean he needed to do it. Even if the demon forced him… which he wasn't doing anymore. Perhaps because he knew it wouldn't help in the way the other wanted.

Maybe it was the string influencing him. Maybe it was something else. But whatever it was, the voice in his head didn't feel like the same terror of the nether that he had encountered before.

No. This was his fated…

A shudder tingled in his shoulders as he leaned his head back to stare at the stone ceiling. He wanted this. He was okay with it.

"I'm okay with this."

Good. The voice sounded only slightly relieved. 

"Heh. Just ten minutes ago, you were trying to manhandle me into submission." Steve began slowly pumping again. And getting back into position. "What changed?"

I believe you were right about us talking, surprisingly. The demon scoffed, but then let out a shaky sigh at the hand motions before resuming. I first sought vengeance as manipulating you to fix the issue you caused. But… I realize that is not fair to you. As you did not mean to cause it. It would be a dishonor to exact that revenge now.

"Surprisingly noble of you." The man chuckled, laying back even further. "Now. Shhh. Enough chit chat."

Could say the same to you.

"Shhhh…"

He closed his eyes as he imaged the unusually cold phallus as the demon as he pressed in slowly, breaching his entrance with a grunt. The slick phallus rubbed across the few nerves at the entrance of his rear. Tingles, good tingles, churned in his belly as if it was full of fluttering butterflies.

“Ouhhh...” Steve groaned. He leaned his head back against his pillow. The toy wasn’t even halfway in, and it was feeling good. Maybe he liked it more than he originally thought?

The voice in his head let out a confusing sound. Somewhere between a hiss and a groan.

That is cold.

"I-It'll warm up fast." Steve promised. Already feeling like warmth was radiating out of every pore in his body. Red hot from the strings that surrounded him.

And indeed it did. With just a few passes, the icy sting was gone. And he moved the shaft slightly out before sinking in deeper. Still taking things nice and slow to start. It had been a while since he used it.

But apparently, the demon had other plans.

Steve felt the string snake down in the crack between his rear and loop over his leg. Steve was going to question the shift, but then realized the rose quartz was being pressed into him without his input. 

Finally, Steve let out a more vocal moan. Moving his hand away, to let the strings do the work for him. It was much more comfortable this way. He relaxed into the slow pulses under him. Spreading his legs further to allow for it to penetrate deeper. Tingles spread across his thighs as both his hands fled his body to grip his sheets. The red string tightened around his form, not constricting or demanding, but admiring the natural shape of his curves.

I’m assuming you like this, hm? The voice chuckled.

Hints of an underlying tone fell on deaf ears as Steve gripped the string, it was connected directly to the one over the dildo. He let the cord go lax before yanking it up, thrusting the toy in and out. Taking some control back.

“Y-yeah. Oh, jeez... ngh...” Steve breathed out. “So good.”

One hand gripped the red string and allowed the toy to be moved, while the other returned to coil around his thrilled erection. Steve began at a faster pace, though it felt as if it wasn’t his hands entirely in control.

If he closed his eyes and concentrated hard enough, it was like there was an actual being with him in the room. If he lifted up off the bed enough he could imagine the other pressing in and out. While simultaneously taking his dick in hand.

He let himself go. Allowed himself to feel and be vulnerable in this position. The numbness was fading away like fog clearing.

He relaxed into the rhythms. Getting into it. 

He could sense the demon on the other end doing the same. This must've been what he meant when he wanted to be in sync. 

But Steve mostly focused on taking control over the string connected to the silver base of the dildo. Yanking at the string in different directions. Searching for something. The string shuddered in anticipation. As if the demon wasn't sure what he was looking for but with the build up of emotions, they both knew it was going to be good.

A particularly hard yank in the right place finally had stars spilling into his vision.

"Aah!" Aah!

And the strings all made an audible 'twang' from the energy between them as they rode out the high.

Void’s Mercy! The demon gasped.

“D... damn...” His belly tensed as he panted through the aftershocks. The phallus had hit the exact spot he was searching for.

The strings suddenly clung incredibly tight to Steve’s body before falling away to its lax position. And finally, any lingering effects of the numbness completely faded. An explosion of feeling. Steve nearly finished prematurely from the shock of it all.

"A-ah, shiiiit..."

What in the nether was that ? The voice sounded exasperated and heaving heavy breaths.

“Heh, hoo. Welcome to the realm of gay sex. Enjoy getting off on both ends.” Steve laughed. Concepts were muddled as adrenaline filled his veins. The knowledge that they shared sensations between bodies left a strange mirth in his belly. Not only was he feeling the demon’s newfound pleasure, but these genuine reactions to sensations he probably never had experienced previously.

Will this be an experience that may find the chance of happening again?

"I'm hoping for it." Steve grabbed the string tight. "Heh, if you liked that, imagine what something less rigid feels like. Be able to hit that good spot without as much gymnastics on my end."

I believe that is something worth experimenting with together.

"Ohoho, buddy, you know what you’re suggesting?" Steven swallowed thickly as he licked his dry lips. The connotations were running wild in his mind.

Who do you take me for? I understand very well the meanings of my words. Paths to my castle are clear in your mind, that I know. Wish to continue? You know where to find me. But that is for a later discussion. For now, let's relish in this moment shall we?

The strings around his dick started to constrict again. Guess the demon wanted to get back into it.

“Ngh... yeah...” Steve grunted. Now feeling the full effects of the handie he was receiving. No longer did the haze of numbing magic linger in his body. He felt good. It had him rolling with the motions. And in turn, Steve timed a tug of the string to propel the rose quartz rod close to the bundle of nerves deep within him.

The strings started moving around him. Almost as if he was being touched all over by the other hand. Steve focused on grazing the sensitive area with the crystal phallus in tandem with every sensation thrumming across his nerves.

Steve hummed as his other hand found a steady pleasing rhythm to pump each jolt and pull felt like a winding spring in his belly. Sighs spilled from his parted lips in heavy gasps. He swallowed air greedily with every pant. Whimpers pulled as knots twisted in his gut.

It had been a pretty long time since he had been with another person… it felt good to be so intimately close with someone like this.

And yet, while it was good, it still wasn't as good as the real deal. While he felt the mental bond, the physical was somewhat lacking. He missed being able to press his lips against skin. To kiss and bite and scratch. And to be nipped and have a tongue explore his mouth. To feel a warm weight beside him.

Somehow the demon seemed to get that message. As a string perfectly grazed Steve's sensitive nipple and the man had to bite his lip, trying not to screech at the sensation. 

The pleasure did not escape the demon as the strings then moved to hike up his shirt and rub his pecks. Hitting the sweet and yet sensitive spot every so often to bring Steve the best pleasure.

"Y-you catch on fast." He breathed out total bliss. "This doesn't feel, heh, half bad."

I've seen your excitement and eagerness in your dreams being bitten and scratched. I think it's safe to say you prefer such instances rough?

"Dunno." Steve shrugged truthfully. "Never thought about it. Maybe you just like to bite and scratch."

Hmph, to my recollection, it was you who certainly dreamed about it.

A sharp, small pain pinched at the base of his neck in the right spot that had Steve bucking up out of the bed for a moment. Milking the pleasure for all its worth. The red strings had moved in a way to pinch his skin just so. Replicating a scratch or a bite.

His skin did not sting or burn as a true scratch would, only the sudden jolt of the mirage of pain. Everything felt like phantom sensations. They were phantom sensations.

See? That feels good.

"Who knows, maybe that pleasure is coming from your end, not mine." Steve half laughed. Falling back into a rhythmic pace. But faster than before. He could feel arousal pooling within him. He was getting closer. The extra attention had pushed him further.

It seemed like the demon could feel it too. As the conversation stopped to allow both to moan and pant and pump. 

Steve continued the motions as he jerked all the strings rougher, growing towards his desired pace.

"Mm." Mm. "Ahh!" Ahh~ 

His huffs filled the room with bodily steam as growls and murmurs of purrs echoed behind them.

W-what is your ngh-name?

Finally, the first slip up in his perfect speech. A slight one, but all the same. Steve felt a burst of sudden and hard arousal and he biting his lip to keep the moan back drew blood. Unsure of why it turned him on. Perhaps it made him feel like he was actually with a human right now.

Zero to a hundred in a split moment.

The thought lingered in his mind. Had they really never exchanged them? Did it seem fair to exchange names in this situation?

Apparently his silence… and his thoughts must've rang through clearly. Because the demon abandoned the thought of using a more formal title. 

My fated.

A flash in his brain. A picture. A scene. He saw the netherrack. Felt the surrounding heat. Flushed in his face. Pooling in his gut. Coming from his mouth like fire from steaming breaths.

A murky glow of bright warming colors radiating from below, illuminating the area with a sheen of churning yellow and oranges. A rectangular pool of smooth magma flowing from a natural falls source into the pool and emptying through two streams on the other side that disappeared into grated vents.

Every instance of the demon’s image that Steve recalled was of the demon’s prim and groomed complexion. A sense of vulnerability shivered in Steve's body as he observed the other now. The demon had his long hair down, cascading over his broad, naked shoulders. Small motions rolled with the feeling that strummed through the strings. The subtle flexing of those large muscles. The blood-red twine wrapped excessively around the demon, a conundrum very similar to the miner’s predicament. Less restrictive, more adorning the demon’s body.

Steve could see his scarred body. Lounging against the side of a pool of lava. One hand disappeared under the body of molten rock as the other rested on the lip of the pool. Pretty easy to tell what was happening as the motions met the tugs of the string perfectly.

An arm outstretched displayed the demon's chest spectacularly. A sting of some missing arousal found its place along his nerves. The discomfort mellowed out with the addition of the attractive form to accompany the sudden emotions.

Arousal. Arousal at a very attractive body. The one thing his mind was missing to convince him. An image to stir him on. And by the nether did it work.

Though the demon did not give away much emotion. A slight twitch in his left eye when Steve felt a good pump. A bite of the lip, showing off a sharp tooth when Steve would grunt.

Can you feel me? He watched as the demon's mouth moved to the sound in his head. As I feel you?

Steve took in a deep breath and let it out in a whimper. "Y-yes~"

Mmm. The voice didn't seem to know how to react to that.

The demon rolled his hips beneath the surface of the magma, earning a gasp from the human. A small smirk appeared on the demon’s face. The aggression from earlier distant as this primal need followed through towards satiation.

I suspect a rudimentary cave is not your typical resting chamber, neither is what appears to be the remnants of a dining area either?

“H-how much can... ngh... c-can you see?”

A man lying on his back with sapphires in his eyes. And a mess of a room. I hope you aren't normally that careless.

"I-I've been, heh, going through a-, ah~, a-a lot lately." Steve laughed slightly, but it caught in his throat in a hitching gasp along to the demon's increased movement. His hand mirrored the pace.

Reflecting on it now, we may have skipped quite a few steps in your mortal courtship customs. Though I wonder how different an image compares to the tactile. Your noises aren’t as pestersome as I had believed previously, nor is... this... f-feeling.

Steve arched his back with a groan, the quick pace and the pulse from the string spun tightly around his body, tensed and relaxed repeatedly. 

I can sense that you are quite close. Shall we wrap things up?

"Wrap, heh, is that a joke?"

Hm. An amused smirk in the scene. It could be.  

Tingling across his nerves, the familiar feeling returned to his senses in waves. A lip-biting, toe-curling array of sensations that sizzled on his heated flesh. 

It wasn’t the best hand job or experience, but it was becoming not the worst. Unique. Half of his mind wanted it to last longer. To relish in the pleasure it was giving him and the connection they were sharing. But he knew he wouldn't last much longer. Nor could he. Even if he wanted to, it had been so long since his last release that he was ready to burst at any second now that the numbness had faded. Truly like a pent up volcano ready to explode. … And wasn't there something to do with Alex needing him?

All his thoughts were currently consumed by the notion that maybe this was a good idea; a stress-reliever and a time-waster. To absentmindedly play with himself. He rarely used his toy, but with the smooth friction of the oil coating the quartz shaft as it lightly bobbed in and out, his thoughts wandered.

The silver base pressed lightly around the puckered hole, Steve sheathed fully as far as it would go. Teasing the nerves as his mind flashed to the image of what the other’s cock would look like... would FEEL like. The demon was a head taller. Broad shoulders. Everything about him was larger than life. Did everything follow that sentiment?

Still interested in that, I see? Would it assist in furthering yourself along?

He thought of the scene that he had seen. The demon grasped his erection as he dragged himself from the magma, allowing it to stream in bright yellow streams down his body as he laid down flat on the rim of the pool. The full form of his naked body was no longer obscured by the magma.

An arrow of fiery arousal stabbed every nerve in Steve’s body as he watched the demon pump in the open. The way the demon’s muscular body flexed and arched into his clawed hand. The herculean chiseled body, covered in scars, dripping with magma. Long hair splayed across the nether brick floor. Sharp fangs digging into the demon’s lower lip.

And large. Gracious gods, so very large.

Hot magma, like the one that dripped off the demon’s body, churned in Steve’s belly. He panted and drooled with each rough pump. Throbbing of his pulsing heart thrummed across his entire body, centering on his stiff erection. The slight movements of the dildo pressed in the right places with every other pump. He was so, so close. 

“F-fuck... ah, ah... ngh... Hn...”

Moan for me. The disconnected moving lips of the demon spoke in his vision. Brows creased together as the stone cold facade broke with every second. The demon let his own preferences be known. MOAN!

“Augh... Br... Hero...I’m! Ah! Oh! Auh~!”

The inkling of shame that he knew Alex was near, probably leaving the bunker at this very moment as his voice rebelled against his code of quiet pleasure. Dammit, he wanted to scream! A coil filled his belly as his heart raced. The string relaxed, allowed him to plant his feet firmly on the mattress as he pumped viciously.

A whine squeezed through his throat. Needy. Whiney. Desperate.

The rose quartz pushed in as deep as it could go and stayed there. Lighting his nerves like fireworks.

“ Herobrine~!!! ”

GRAH!

A searing hot flash enveloped Steve’s body. His own gut tensing as the red string squeezed around his hand, gripping his erection. Like flood waters pressed against a gate. A loaded spring ready to snap.

“Nghn, Ah!”

Release.

Sweet release.

His body tensed and stilled as a stream of essence bursted from the head of his cock. Like an explosion of energy. Coating a wider range than usual from his pent up aggression.

He didn't know how to feel about the image of the demon’s arched back, the clawed hand that cracked the nether brick floor while the other clenched around his cock, or the pulses of flames that erupted around the demon’s body. Hissing lava as his cum fell into the pool and produced small wisps of smoke and fire. Barely noticeable as the magma rolled in waves like a stormy sea of red.

Searing burns flashed across the area around the demon. Was that the instability he described? Was it one of those emotionally charged forces that ran through the demon’s veins? How much restraint was in those clenching muscles? How much power did he stifle to not destroy this little bathing pool of magma?

My Fated. The voice growled like a beast.

 A deep rumbling laugh echoed in Steve’s mind.

The red strings fell from his skin like severed vines. The rose quartz slipped out. Settling in the sheets and dripping with warmed oil.

In the post clarity, Steve was hyper aware of their connection fading. He already missed the closeness of the strings. Feeling cold and vulnerable without them. And now empty from behind. His emotions hit him all at once. Not numb, but needy.

" Wait… " Steve whimpered out so quietly his own ears barely registered it. "Don't go-"

I'm never far. The voice, much more distant, echoed in his mind. Completing his thoughts. You know where to find me. I look forward to seeing you again.

"Me too."

And then his mind was silent. And he felt rather normal. Sticky and shaky. But normal.

There was a half a second where he prayed to the gods that his fated would walk through the door and hold him close.

But if that could happen, he wouldn't be sitting here alone in the first place.

Steve sighed. Grabbing the pillow as a stand in and blinking heavily. He wondered if he dreamed right now, would Herobrine come back. Could they continue their conversation? He wanted-

"Steve?" A tentative call called from outside his room. Tapping gently on the door. "You okay in there?"

Reality hit him like a brick. The thrums of pleasure turned sour. As he remembered his previous predicament. And what had just happened? 

Herobrine was an enemy. Him and Alex's enemy.

And he had, in essence, just slept with the enemy. With a monster. Someone not human. Was it? The fates of the crimson cord on his finger said differently.

And he liked it. He wanted it.

Oh gods… 

"Steve?" The knock was more desperate than before. As Steve had not answered back.

"Y-yeah." His tiny voice croaked.

"Can I come in?"

Steve was about to answer yes, but his own voice saved him. Breaking off again in realization that he was covered in cum and sweat and drool. Definitely even less decent than before.

"L-let me wash up. And I'll be right out." 

He realized right after he said it, he couldn't actually do that. The only source of water they had was in the kitchen.

But Alex seemed to get the memo. "Okay… I'm going to go prepare the horses. Come and get me if you need help, alright?"

Her voice was oozing with concern. And Steve could feel it in their string. Huh. 

Releasing the tension must have opened their connection back up. Steve thought back to how Herobrine said emotions were not supposed to be transferred…

The man shook his head. Too tired to think about things like that.

"Sounds good. I'll only be a second."

He waited and listened for her to leave the bunker before peeling himself away from the bed. He had made quite a mess of the sheets, as it had been a while since he had allowed himself to have some fun. Not to mention the oil and sweat he had gotten all over. He'd have to deal with all that later. For now, he just shoved the top sheet into a bundle on the side of the bed, wrapped up the used dildo in it, pulled his shirt down, pulled his pants up, and hurried outside to go wash off. 

Normally he would splash himself with nice warm water to relish in the afterglow, but he was too hot and needed this film off his skin. There was no running water in the bunker he was in, but a sizable reservoir of treated water in the kitchen area of the underground space.

He took a pail and dipped a clean rag into the water. Then ran the damp cloth all over his body. Goosebumps rose as the cool water rinsed over his heated skin. It felt divine to chill his warmed muscles.

He could have stood there all day scrubbing and grooming. He realized the event littered his body in bruises from head to toe. They were thin lines of maroon with halos of red from where the string dug into his skin and burned. And the cloth felt so good on his battered skin, but he kept it short. Alex wouldn't stay outside forever. And he had had enough embarrassment for one day. 

When he was done, he threw the cloth and his clothing into the dirty pile he had been accumulating in the corner and hurried back to the bedroom to get dressed.

He was just finishing up putting on something loose fitting and comfortable when the front door of the bunker creaked open.

"Steve?" A knock at his door came in record time.

"Come in." Steve said, shoving the dirty sheets further aside. Didn't want her to see any stains.

"You sure?" She asked, almost in a joking manner. But she was still mostly concerned for him as she floated into the room.

"Yeah. All good." Steve confirmed. He noticed she was holding out a cup of water to him.

"Thank you." Steve took the glass gratefully. Thankful that she had the foresight to grab him something. His mouth felt drier than the nether and he had focused on getting dressed as fast as possible to quench it.

Alex nodded and moved to lean on one of the storage chests. She rocked back and forth, staring at him the whole time. She opened her mouth. 

"I'm okay, Alex." Steve smiled and laughed as she pouted at her predictability. "He's gone now." He held up the string to show her. Their teal one dangled between them.

"How'd you get him to leave you alone?"

"We, uh, talked it out." Steve sipped at the water to quell the burning in his cheeks.

That got a wicked smirk out of her. "Uh-huh, sure. I’m quite sure 'Oh, Herobrine~!' is very much talking through it."

Steve spat out his drink as he hacked a cough. "ALEX!"

She leaned back, crossing her legs and placing her hands on her knees neatly. "You were super loud, dude. I don't know what you want me to say. The whole overworld heard you screaming. I hope the bed survived. Not like we have the extra money for a new one. There sure was a lot of thumping."

Steve groaned. "I should've let the string kill me."

"Speaking of which, it seemed like you were into that shit. I didn't know you were so sadistic. Never heard you scream that much before. Must've been good, huh?"

"ALEX, CAN WE STOP!?" Utterly embarrassed, his tone went up a few octaves.

She laughed. "Yeah, yeah. Come on. We can talk about it on the road. If we hurry, we can still make it to our appointment." She looked him up and down. "That is, if you're still up for it?"

The man blinked, surprised by this. “We’re not too late?”

Alex bit her lip as her eyes wandered off in thought. “I thought it would take you longer to get up, and I wanted to do a few stops before we’re needed, but looks like we might just make it if we head out now.”

“T-That’s great news!” Steve jumped to attention. But winced, slightly sore from his activity. Thankfully, Alex didn’t seem to catch it. 

The smirk returned, as she couldn't help but tease him. “Thinking about it now, I could have loaded you up as rolled up cargo and you could have settled it out on the road.”

Already having reached his limits of embarrassment, Steve chuckled tiredly. “Not into exhibitionism, myself. I swear to the gods if you continue this, I will make this entire trip hell.” 

“Fair.” Alex pursed her lips. “Though, I hope you know we are going to have to have a conversation about all that eventually, right?”

The man reluctantly nodded. Despite her joking attitude, there was a hint of anger and betrayal under the surface. They would indeed have to talk about this. And he dreaded that conversation. Because he wasn't sure how he felt about all of this.

“Good.” She grabbed his shoulder tight. “Let’s get moving then, shall we?”

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Not a half an hour later, Steve was riding beside Alex. Her horse was pulling a simple wagon filled with supplies.

It wasn't the most comfortable ride. He kept shifting in place on his saddle. Achey everywhere. He was saddle sore before even touching the saddle.

But it was a godsend as it kept him from nodding off. 

As soon as the anxiety of the situation had dissipated and he found comfort in being surrounded by nature, an incredible exhaustion had fallen over him. Typical after getting off. But even more so because the situation had left him drained.

Alex was trying to keep him engaged in conversation. Probably thinking she was helping him by taking his mind off of it. If he knew Alex, she would wait until they were almost back home before initiating a serious conversation. No use in getting all worked up when they weren't even halfway there.

But he could not keep up with a single thing she was saying. Either he was almost falling off the side of his horse in a daze. Or doing a silly little dance, trying to find a comfortable spot to sit.

"I'm thinking we can stop at Crown Peak to grab something for lunch. There's an excellent baker there who gives you a run for your money."

"Mmm."

"Hopefully, they won't sell out by then."

"Mm."

His horse was not very appreciative of this constant movement on their reins. And just as Steve was nodding off again, the horse nickered and tossed its head.

Steve jolted up and corrected his stride. Coercing the horse back into a steady pace. His steed let out a great heave of frustration, snorting and flicking its tail at Steve’s legs.

And Alex shared the sentiment. Rolling her eyes and stopping her horse and cart. Her horse’s ears perked up at the halt.

Steve jerked his head up when they realized she had stopped. His horse had stopped in tandem with hers, very much keen on not listening to his rider.

"Okay. Get in the wagon." Alex jabbed her thumb over her shoulder. 

"Gwuh-huh?"

Alex tilted her head down as she gave him that look. "We have at least a few hours on the road; hop in the wagon and get some sleep."

"I'm fi-"

“No. You're not.” She cut him off before he could argue. “You're exhausted. And I need you at your full strength to load the cart when we get there and ride back. If we are going to make it into town before the first mobs spawn."

"I-" He didn't know what to say. There was no harshness in her tone. Her face looked angry, but her eyes and string told a different story. She was still worried about him. 

"Just do me a favor and cook us dinner once this is all over? That'll make it up to me."

Steve smiled and nodded, quickly hopping off his horse and leading them to Alex to hold. 

"Thank you." He breathed.

She leaned down to ruffle his hair before grabbing the reins from him.

"Yeah, yeah. Get some sleep, ya big lug..." Alex clicked her tongue. There was something she definitely wanted to add, but that would come at a later time.

Steve climbed over the cart and moved boxes around to make a nice little bed in the layer of hay. He wiggled around and tossed and turned as the wagon took up speed again, bumbling across the uneven terrain. He wouldn’t need to worry about the other horse, as they trained it to follow the other.

Even with the uncomfortable place of rest, Steve had never found sleep so quickly and so deeply within the past few months.

In the haze of sleep, he finally allowed himself to embrace the dreams.

No longer of fire and brimstone, but of comfort.

The straw that tickled his face mimicked a large hand combing through his hair comfortingly. He swore he could feel the string wrap around his fingers. A phantom hand clasped his. A slow beating heart like a twitter in the wind rang in his ears, his own, but they felt as if he laid upon a firm chest. Through the whispering string came soft breathing. 

Rest well, my fated.

"Steve…" He breathed back. So quiet only his inner demon would hear it. "M' names Steve."

… Rest well… Steve…

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A/N 

I gave up writing "Steven" early on and just went with Steve uwu. My brain couldn't handle it and I got sick of having to ctrl h-ing.

Upon research of good rocks to shove in places, quartz seemed to be a good option. Malachite seemed to be one of the worst options. Or any soft rocks. I joke often that with my stories: obsidian was Herobrine’s go to when he was stuck in the nether without people for a long ass time. But the brittle rock would shatter under the incredible force of his ass cheeks. So hopefully with netherrite he won't have shards of stuff in places. But I'm rambling I can talk about my headcanons later hahahaha

From Oce: There were a lot of things on my list to do today, reading my characters jacking off was not one of them lmao

Chapter 4: Working out the Kinks

Chapter by SplinterGirl13

Working out the Kinks

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Disclaimer: well yeah, this is a smut chapter obviously but you know me I gotta add in angst. Warning for ptsd, triggered panic attacks. Sexual trauma. First time having anal sex. (I'll add these to the main tags later, I'm running late and want to get this out!)

Enjoy! 

(Shout out to my editor friend who not only was a massive help , but also had to listen to me rant about this chapter for months lmao)

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It was rougher than usual.

Neither of them were really sure why. It was just another random Tuesday. They had finished dinner about two hours ago and had been quietly reading on the couch.

It was like a beast that stirred as the sun dipped below the horizon. Starting out with small, nonchalant touches that crescendoed into desperate scratches against each other’s tight clothes. Which led to entangled limbs and lips. Hard motions. Curt growls. Books thrown aside. Clothes quickly followed suit. Socks on the lamp. Pants on the table. Shirts in the sink. A whirlwind of laundry.

There was an unspoken agreement, as both of them fumbled to the bedroom, stopping to grope and moan and suck and bite at each other along the way, that this time was different from their normal slow and passionate romps.

Tonight, they were both hungry .

There was a growing battle between them and neither would soon surrender.

A battle of dominance.

Figuring out their configuration wasn’t hard. Steve had always been on the receiving end. Herobrine struggled with his monstrous tendencies and was more comfortable when he had control over their connection. Whereas Steve was just happy to be finally with the man in any form.

But tonight, Steve was desperate to experiment. To go outside of their comfort zone. An adventurer at heart, he wanted to explore every inch of this relationship. And every inch of the other’s body.

The man had made up his mind, as Herobrine nearly crushed the handle off of the bedroom door to open it and lead them into the dark room.

Tonight, he wasn’t going to go down without a fight.

Before he could be thrust upon the bed, and their loving dance could start just as it always started, Steve threw off their rhythm. He yanked back on Herobrine’s forearm, keeping his feet firmly planted on the ground.

It was dark in the room. No lamps had been lit yet. Herobrine’s stunning eyes turned to him in confusion. 

Steve didn't give the other a chance to anticipate his next step. He shoved Herobrine hard against the closest wall and immediately started grinding up against him. Moaning at the feeling of their two very erect members rubbing against each other.

Surprised at this sudden display of raw power mixed with blatant lust, Herobrine sighed a delightful little whisper of his name. 

With equal ravenous energy, Steve moved in to attack Herobrine’s mouth. Not caring when he pricked his tongue on the demon's sharp teeth.

It was going well so far. Herobrine was leaning back and allowing Steve to lead them. So the miner followed his instincts, running his hands up Herobrine’s sides to his skinny, yet muscular, arms and manipulated him against the wood.

Once Steve got to his wrists, he held tight. Locking him in place with fingers like iron. Pinning him down so he could savor every second of being the one in control of a god.

That's when the night took a turn.

"Hrmpf-"

The demon struggled, making a confused noise into his mouth. Breaking the kiss. Steve interpreted this as a challenge and held his wrists harder. Rutting quicker against the demon. Craning his head down to bite at his thin, exposed neck.

Much different than how this usually went.

It pulled another confused, but seemingly aroused whimper from the demon.

Steve smiled against the bruising marks he was now blotting on Herobrine's chest. His heart was beating hard, hips quivering and losing their rythm. Close to bursting already even from the simple rutting. He always liked things hard, rough, and fast.

Herobrine squirmed, trying to get out of the hold. But Steve was stronger than he looked, and filled with incredible determination. He bit down harder on Herobrine’s neck and growled. Expressing through teeth his desire for dominance. 

A competitive fighting growl tore through the demon's throat as he struggled to break free once again. But Steve would not relent. Using all of his strength built up from years and years of mining to keep his partner pinned up against the wall. Continuing his thrusts. Perfectly content with coming completely undone on top of him.

"S-Steve-"

The miner should have heard the wary warning. But Herobrine exhaled the words so softly, even in normal circumstances, Steve probably wouldn't have heard it. Or perhaps he thought Herobrine was begging him to keep going. Whispering his name out into the night. Fuck~

He could feel Herobrine’s heartbeat in his neck going wild against his lips. Breathing erratic in his ear. His chest moved up and down with the frantic breaths, hitting Steve's own. The cold sweat was so delicious on his tongue.

"L-let go."

He didn't hear the desperation. He was too far gone. So… close…

"S-St-"

The demon tried one more time to escape. The miner was just about to tip over the edge of bliss.

And then-

"SLÄPP MIG FRI!"

An explosion of heat. Like a creeper going off. 

"AHHHH!"

Steve cried out. He was tossed clear across the room and crashed into the other wall. Hitting a chest as he fell. It spilled open. And he, and the contents of the chest, settled in a mess on the floor.

"A-aow-"

Steve hissed. Bruised, burnt, and dazed. A slight ringing in his ears. 

He gave his woozy head a shake and blinked. The lamps in the room were all lit now. Hissing hauntingly with intense energy. Steve reoriented himself. Crawling on his stomach so he could see what happened. He half expected to find a hole blown through the wall by a rogue mob.

But no. Herobrine was sitting on the ground in a fetal-like position. Surrounded by a ring of flickering fire. Hands, arms, and upper body equally on fire as he scratched his wrists. He stared straight at Steve with smoking tears in his scared white eyes. 

It was then that Steve connected the dots. That his advances had caused this outburst. And with the way Herobrine was scratching his wrists that he had just been holding… oh gods. 

What had he done?

"H-hero."

Herobrine jolted as Steve shoved the chest aside. Those white orbs pinched as he sucked in a few sobs. Turning his head to clearly teleport away. 

"S-Stop! Hero, don't leave! I'm sorry-"

" DON'T APOLOGIZE !" 

Fire burst forth from him in a column as he roared with all his body. Sweat and tears poured off his nose and chin onto the floor. Sizzling. Steve felt like he was being thoroughly cooked just from being in proximity.

"A-ah, B-brine-"

White eyes flickering with fear, the demon turned away, sucked in a few shallow breaths, and willed the fire away.

"Don't you dare apologize Steven." Leftover sparks around his wrists made the words sizzle. He slowly moved to slump against the wall. No longer itching, just rubbing his raw and bloody wrists.

"Are… you okay?" Steve whimpered. It seemed like such a stupid question. Of course Herobrine wasn't okay. But Steve desperately wanted him to be okay. Wanted to undo the situation. How had he ruined such a perfect evening in such a short amount of time?

The demon, predictably, shook his head no and curled up in a ball. There was soot all over his naked body from where he dragged himself across the singed wooden floors.

"W-what's wrong?"

Herobrine swallowed. Closing his eyes.

"N…nn" He began. The sparking scratches began again as the fire on his shoulders flared to life. "...ot.ch.."

"Wha- your brother?" Steve breathed in question, shifting onto his knees. 

A nod. Herobrine could barely say the name in times like this. Steve hated that man with every fiber of his being.

"He… he , fuck. He used to… chain me down."

The miner realized then what Herobrine was trying to do. "Shit, Brine, you don't owe me an explanation. It's okay-"

" Yes I do ." The demon spat, eyes like a vengeful sun. "And more apologies than I could ever give."

"It's okay." Steve reiterated, slowly crawling over to him. He settled in gront of the demon and opened his hands in a sign of peace.

Herobrine accepted the support. Intertwining their fingers gently.

"Enchanted metal chains that he summons out of nowhere." He swallowed. "I don't even know how he got them; he didn't have them when I-" Herobrine latched onto Steve's hands so suddenly that the miner nearly jolted away. "I...hold on..."

"Take your time." Steve leaned closer together. And the demon closed the space. Shoving their foreheads flush.

"C-chains to hold me down by my wrists and my neck . He would electrocute me. Torture me . Hold me in place and rip me back into the nether and-"  Herobrine shuddered against him, despite his radiating inhuman heat. "I panicked. I'm sor-"

"No." Steve said it quietly but with equal finality. "Please, don't apologize either."

"Steven." Herobrine shook his head and laughed through freshly falling tears. He took his hands away from Steve. Severed their contact completely. "I'm too… broken for this."

"... For what?" 

"For love." The demon's voice cracked as he said it. "For us ." 

"Oh, Hero…"

"I hurt you. I needed to tell you and I didn't-"

"Wait, did you even know you would react that way?"

Steve could tell from his bright eyes and pursed lips that the answer was no. 

"Then how could you have told me?"

"I tried to tell you… to stop when I felt like I- during-you know." Herobrine managed to choke out. "I… couldn't… it all happened so fast, I didn't know what to do. I panicked. "

Steve felt sick. "O-oh… no, shit, Hero, I'm-"

" Don't ." The demon growled. The lights flickered around them. He turned away.

"Don't fucking apologize. It wasn't your fault. I-I shouldn't be doing this in the first place. Not with this… monster inside of me."

"Hero, it's not your fault. It's no one's fault." 

"Who cares whose fault it was!? What if I snap like that again and kill you?"

"Don't be silly-" Steve began to argue but Herobrine cut him off before he could start.

"I can kill you so easily, you don't understand . You're so unbelievably fragile. If I had knocked you just three inches to the left, you could have hit your head on that chest and that would have been it."

"Yeah, but-"

"That's what the nightmares are about now, you know?!" The fire manifested again, sucking all the oxygen from the room. "That's why I wake up screaming every damn night! Mistaking my own cries for yours and-"

"Herobrine, stop!" Steve wanted to physically force those thoughts from forming. He wanted to shake the other and make him understand. "That would never happen!"

"You can't promise that!" Herobrine roared, standing up and exploding once again. It spooked Steve, almost burning off his eyebrows. He fell back to avoid the outburst.

"H-Hero…"

The demon heaved in a few deep breaths. Fire receding. He slumped against the burnt wall.

" I can't promise that." Herobrine croaked, fresh tears slipped out.

Steve reached forward and gently caressed the other's hand. Herobrine opened his palm to allow better access.

"You wouldn't hurt me."

" I just fucking did . Look at yourself, Steven." Herobrine’s hands swiftly moved to ghost over the new burns and scratches, which were now dripping small fine lines of blood. More pieces in a mosaic of old scars. 

"I-It'll heal." Steve managed a smile. Wincing only slightly as Herobrine grazed over his fresh wounds. 

The demon pulled his hand away, curling it up close to his chest and looking down at the floor with clear self loathing.

"Maybe they're all right. I should be locked up… I'm too dangerous. You should run away before I hurt you more."

"Herobrine, that's ridiculous" Steve shook his head. "We can work through this. I mean, we've worked other issues out before. This is the first time you've burned me in a while."

"Why even bother?" The demon scoffed, sounding exhausted and angry. "Every time we think this is going to work, I find some new way to fuck it all up."

"Because I love you , Herobrine. And I would do anything for you."

There was a pang of pain in his heart as he cupped Herobrine’s cheek. Forcing their eyes to meet. Steve took a shaky breath.

"... That includes giving you the space you need." Steve let his hand fall. "If you think we shouldn't be together like that anymore, then I'll support that. I love our time together. But I love you more than anything. We don't have to have sex to be together."

Herobrine let out a long sigh. His eyes flashed mischievously with a little smirk. "You think you could manage to keep your hands off of me?"

The miner appreciated the humorous relief. Feeling all too anxious about the thought of not getting to be intimate anymore. "Hey now, who kissed who first?" 

"Heh, if I remember properly, it was because you were going to pop a boner if I didn't do something." The demon leaned forward and tapped Steve's exposed tip. The miner almost forgot they were still naked. And bit back a gasp. Arousal pooling at the contact despite the situation. Damn. This was going to be more difficult than he thought.

The demon leaned back, shaking his head. Probably sharing the same sentiment. How could they stop when they had become addicted to each other?

How could Steve convince Herobrine that one slip up didn't need to be the end of everything that they had worked so hard to build up to?

"Herobrine, be honest with me. Do you want to stop?"

Stop what? He didn't elaborate intentionally. Every ending to that sentence hurt. 

The demon considered the question. Really considered it. Not answering for a good minute before looking up at Steve and giving his truthful response.

"I will do whatever it takes to keep you safe."

"I am safe, Brine."

"Peh, you showed me basic affection and I almost blew up you and your house."

"Well. I'd call that a little more than basic affection. And I can easily avoid touching you like that in the future… hmm."

The miner ran his fingers up and down Herobrine’s thighs. Thinking of any way he could help.

How would he want to be helped?

"What if…" Steve started, continuing his caresses. "What if I figure out all your triggers? So we both know next time." 

He thought through the sentence again as Herobrine raised an eyebrow.

"N-not enough to make you explode again of course! Just, what you feel comfortable and uncomfortable with."

Herobrine grumbled. "I-...Yeah. We could try that."

"Yeah?" Steve perked up. Glad to have some path forward.

"It makes sense." The demon shrugged. "I'm willing to try it. I trust you." 

The way he said that so easily made Steve's heart flutter. He shifted back on his knees. "Okay. Why don't we get some sleep and try it tomorrow night-"

"No." 

Herobrine snapped, surprising both of them. 

Steve sat, frozen in silence, waiting for some elaboration. The demon sighed. Closing his tired eyes.

"I suggest we do it now. When I'm all high strung and at my most uncontrollable. Then I'll be absolutely certain about my 'triggers', as you call them."

"Are you, uh, sure about that Herobrine?" Steve tilted his head. "I don't want to push you into something that might hurt you."

"If we want this to work, then we need to do it now." The demon determined. "I want to trust that we can continue. Because I can't give you up."

"I know, but-"

"You're the one always preaching practice. I'm asking you to practice with me, Stevie." 

And that was that. Steve was all in.

That was now the goal of the evening. No longer to dominate, but to get Herobrine to relax. To prove that everything would be okay, even with the outbursts.

Steve nodded. Equally determined.

"Can I kiss you?" There was a part of him that still needed Herobrine desperately. Their small touches on the burnt floor had done nothing but intensify that desire.

The demon smirked at the question and leaned in. Pressing their lips together gently in response.

The miner let himself enjoy it. Their anxiety always seemed to waft away when they were like this.

As soon as the desire to open his mouth and let Herobrine stick his tongue down his throat appeared, Steve broke away. Keeping the tone gentle by brushing Herobrine’s cheek and watching those white eyes flutter open.

"So kisses are okay." Steve hummed happily.

"Kisses are okay." Herobrine's smile had not faded while they were kissing. But as soon as they stopped, it vanished. "Most of the time. I don't think I'll ever be fully able to control my flare ups, Steven." He sighed miserably. "If I enjoy something too much I still lose control."

"Heh, do you see me complaining? You know I like it rough, Hero~"

Herobrine didn't take the bait. Grumbling some aetherian curses under his breath and reiterating. "I don't like it when I hurt you."

Welp. The demon was definitely in an infinite spiral of a mood.

So, he sat up. And got down to business.

"Go lie down on the bed."

"Okay…" Body rolling with the motions. Herobrine looked both too tight and too loose as he got up. Dejected and anxious.

He did end up laying down on the bed with a flop. Looking at Steve for direction.

"Just a second."

The miner moved fast; standing up, and putting a thick blanket on his form to provide a little bit of a cover as a comfort.

He rushed around to the bedside tables, extinguishing the oil lanterns and running them out of the bedroom. Quickly returning with a small tea candle. Herobrine lit it for him without him even needing to ask.

And then Steve moved to stand at the foot of the bed. Peering down at Herobrine.

"Okay. Talk to me." The miner commanded. "Tell me if you don't like something. Anything. Even if it's small. I want you to be comfortable."

The demon nodded. Looking a little uncertain. The candle popped and sizzled.

"If you can't speak, I want you to do something else to let me know. Something… like, tap me anywhere. Slap the bed. Shake your head. Three or four times so I can really feel it. Push me away if you need to. Does that sound good?"

Herobrine's expression turned annoyed. Probably not from Steve's suggestion, but from the weakness it implied. Regardless, he nodded again instead of speaking.

And so here they were. Steve looming over Herobrine. Uncertain where to start. Like an artist standing in front of a blank canvas. Potential for anything. Beautiful or disastrous.

Steve tried not to seem nervous. He started this evening wanting to be in control, afterall.

"Okay. I'm going to start. Please talk to me, Brine."

"I will."

Since the closest thing to him was Herobrine's feet, Steve slowly took them in both hands and began rubbing them over the blanket. He watched Herobrine and the light of the candle intently as he did so.

When he received no immediate feedback, he spoke up.

"This good?"  

"Foot massage?" The demon shrugged, closing his eyes and leaning further back into the pillow to get comfortable. "It's alright."

He shifted his weight to Herobrine’s ankles.

"How about me holding your legs down?" The miner asked before attempting to hold them down.

"He didn't chain my legs. Didn't have to."  Herobrine winced at the memory but relaxed when Steve started rubbing up and down his legs. “He always had a good hold on my neck. It would keep me from moving. He liked to see me squirm-"

"Okay, that's enough aether talk." Steve interrupted him. "Just try to relax." He jutted his head over to the candle on the nightstand. "Watch the candle. Focus on keeping it at a steady glow."

What Herobrine hadn't noticed was the longer he talked about his brother, the brighter the candle had gotten. It was another way Steve could visually tell if the other was worked up.

Herobrine seemed impressed at his idea. He gave the mortal man a little smile and focused on the candle instead.

"So if I was to bind you by your ankles, would you feel comfortable?"

"I mean, the suggestion feels a little strange, but I suppose."

"Do you think I should be trying out different combinations?" Steve pondered as he touched and scratched and held every inch of Herobrine’s legs. "Like how I was grabbing your arms and touching your neck at the same time?"

"I don't think it's entirely necessary. If you touched my wrists right now I guarantee I'd feel the stirrings of discomfort without you touching my neck."

Steve nodded, trying not to sound coy when he responded. "Feeling sensitive?"

The demon didn't respond to that. Instead-

"Can we try it without the blanket?"

"Of course." Steve nodded and peeled the blanket off of him. It had already grown sticky with sweat. "How are you feeling?" He asked, noticing a tightness to the question.

"It was starting to feel like someone else's hands were touching me. Not yours." Herobrine explained with a growl. "I only want you to touch me like that. No other person in any of the realms is good enough to keep down the monster."

His voice had gone gravely. And the candle had grown brighter. But as soon as Steve's hands were back on him, rubbing at the bottom of his thighs, the demon let out an audible sigh and relaxed.

"It feels good to hear your heartbeat through your palms." Herobrine continued. "Your warmth. It means you're alive. It's good. It's grounding."

Once Herobrine stopped talking for a good few minutes and Steve had explored all that he could reach, he slowly crawled up onto the bed. He was now in crotch territory. And he had explored a lot of this area already. With his hands, with his mouth, with his dick. He decided he'd come back to that area. He didn't want to work either of them up quite yet.

He was actually enjoying just touching Herobrine. The man had a lot of muscle running under his gangly body. Defined from years of survival on his own. Steve would have to suggest massages more often. 

He allowed his hands to dip down below the waist line. Herobrine’s length twitched in interest at the proximity. But Steve continued to keep it light. Brushing against the lightning shaped scar that exploded around his lower stomach. He thankfully received no sign that Herobrine was uncomfortable with the scarred touch. Somewhat of a newer breakthrough for both of them. Herobrine had once been very self-conscious about the mark and what it represented. But the longer their naked bodies spent together, the more that discomfort faded away.

Regardless, Steve touched and scratched and pushed just as he had with the legs. The demon was calm. Eyes closed and relaxed into the pillow. Palms curled in a good way.

It was when Steve moved up and grabbed onto his hips that Herobrine went completely silent. Breath hitching and then no longer breathing.

"You good?"

He received no answer. But the candle wasn't flickering.

So Steve pressed again. Pushing Herobrine into the bed. 

"Mmmm~" The demon let a moan slip out.

Steve tried not to moan right back. As Herobrine literally shuddered under his advances. 

"Y-you like when I hold you there?" Steve wanted to sound confident. He must've succeeded as Herobrine didn't open his eyes. Just opened his mouth and nodded slowly. A sort of purr in his throat.

Steve pressed again. And the same result. A purring moan that had Herobrine shifting his legs. As Steve was watching for every reaction, he definitely didn't miss the fact that the other's member was awakening once again.

Momentarily forgetting the game plan as his thoughts drifted towards the provocative, Steve's hands traveled upwards. Body nestling in between those legs so their hips fell flush once more. He almost thought about stopping their experiment to make out and rutt against Herobrine’s hips again. Thoughts of jerking them off together fluttered by.

F-focus Steven. 

He gained resolve just before he descended upon Herobrine’s mouth. He watched the demon try to tilt his head up to kiss him but he was just out of reach.

"Do you like when I touch you there?" Steve asked again. Prompting him for a solid response.

Herobrine blinked up at him. Cocking an eyebrow and doing a confused little wiggle. As if he were trying to remember exactly what was going on. 

"Herobrine?"

"Yeah." 

"You want me to keep going?" 

"Yeah." Herobrine nodded. Slipping his eyes shut once again. 

Steve shifted, straddling just above Herobrine’s hips. Making sure the majority of his body weight was off of him. His dick sat right on top of Herobrine’s belly button. A decent chub that tempted him greatly.

"Can I sit here?"

"Yeah."

"Yeah?" Steve teased, moving his hands along Herobrine’s upper stomach. 

"Do not mock me." Herobrine huffed a bit of smoke from his nose, but smiled despite the snap. "I'm focusing."

"Focusing?"

"Trying to interpret my feelings."

"How does this feel?" Steve asked. Duplicating the motions of running his hands over his scared stomach. Okay. Maybe it was an excuse to run his hands over his chiseled abs again. But could anyone blame him? 

"Hmm." The demon hummed. Furrowing his brow in concentration. "It feels fine towards the center. But when your hands wander outwards, it becomes unpleasant."

"Huh." Steve noted this, moving his hands accordingly and watching as Herobrine's face relaxed. 

"I don't think that has to do with the monster, though." The demon hummed. "I think… it just tickles."

Steve snickered at that. Moving up towards Herobrine’s pecks. He cupped them and squeezed, expertly flicking a finger over one of Herobrine’s stiff nipples.

He was greeted with a low moan in Herobrine’s throat and some shifting beneath him. The candle flickered to the side of them in a non-threatening way. Steve was so tempted to go down and lick and suck at the nipples he was now pinching to perky attention. He merely relished in their surrounding squish for now.

He looked up from his work to find Herobrine staring straight at him now. An unreadable expression on his face.

"Everything okay?" Steve asked, slightly out of breath as he moved his hands away from the pecks and up towards Herobrine’s clavicle.

The demon nodded.

"I-I should avoid your neck, right?" 

"I think if you're careful-. Try it."

Steve did. Rubbing his rough hands ever so gently up Herobrine’s neck. Any bruises he had left before had already healed and disappeared.

The demon moved with the motions. Whimpering and nuzzling into Steve’s hand as it passed. Yet the candle remained unfazed. And a small smile was painted across Herobrine’s pretty face. A glint of white teeth as he exhaled into his palm.

Steve moved to softly cup the back of Herobrine’s neck and couldn't help himself this time. It was just so tempting. He was now focused on that smile. Leaning in to let their mouths connect.

Herobrine accepted the kiss eagerly. Humming in contentment as it happened. 

It was when Steve gripped Herobrine’s neck a little too hard that the demon bit down on his lip. Enough to easily draw little pearls of blood from his skin. 

Steve tried not to flinch and scare Herobrine away. But the demon took note of his action and lapped apologetically at the wounds. And Steve moved his hands away from Herobrine’s neck and started traveling down his shoulders.

Remembering his goal once again, Steve pulled back and Herobrine took the opportunity to breathe. Something he didn't usually have to do. But Steve noticed that he was shaking ever so subtly. And his eyes were too bright. The candle made an angry noise.

"Still okay?" Steve whispered.

"Mmm." Herobrine hummed, confirming. Steve recognized that tone. 

Lust.

They should keep things moving.

"Can you sit up?" Steve said, planning on moving to his back. "I-"

But Herobrine struck first and launched forward. Hugging tightly to Steve's body. And claiming his lips once again in a deep moan.

"Brinemmm-" Steve moaned right back. Rocking against him. "Gotta… finish touching…"

"Then do so." Herobrine's voice was gravely and deep as he relented away from his lips. Instead, his hands went to Steve's hips and drove him backwards onto his groin. Steve could feel him, growing harder between his bare cheeks.

The miner flew through the motions of touching Herobrine’s back. The demon took to sucking at his neck. Which was probably ruining the experiment as Herobrine was now distracted but Steve found it hard to care too much. He, unlike Herobrine, adored having that bundle of nerves stimulated. 

Besides, if Herobrine was as keyed up as he said he was, any sort of discomfort should become evident. Steve just had to make sure he listened this time.

Regardless, he tried to make sure to hug and scratch and hold every inch that he could possibly touch before moving back, and lifting Herobrine’s chin away from his neck (much to his own struggle) to bring focus back to their encounter.

And good gods once he did, he was met with an incredible sight. Herobrine’s eyes were glazed over in desire. Only focusing once the violet eyes met his own. Love flickering as clear as the candlelight next to them. 

"Mmfph, Steve." He hummed happily, smirking in his hand and dragged his hips once again against his growing erection. "Keep going."

Feeling somewhat lost on where to go next, Steve let his hands trail upon Herobrine’s face. Every worry line faded away with his touch like an eraser. The demon particularly liked when Steve scratched behind the ear. He knew that was a sensitive area due to his super hearing and already avoided handling it roughly.

He then scratched at Herobrine’s thin, wispy beard. And brushed some of the hair out of his eyes. 

Herobrine closed them as Steve passed and began the rocking movement again. Nearly shoving up against Steve’s crease to press inside. But, as Steve had not been prepared in the slightest, it did not go in. Herobrine didn't seem to mind, nor was he looking to do so. He just eased back his head so that his mouth was slightly parted towards the ceiling and let himself feel the warm body on top of him.

Steve watched his dark, glowing brown hair flutter beautifully in the low candlelight and followed easily the desire to run his hands through it.

"What if I grip your hair?"

When he didn't receive an answer, he decided to go for it. Grabbing two fistfulls of Herobrine’s long, stringy hair.

"AAAAAAaaaaaaaa~"

The demon let out the neediest cry yet, curling further back with the motions. Yelling fully up to the ceiling as Steve watched his Adam's apple bob.

"Y-yeah." Herobrine wheezed and squirmed below him. "I like that. Fuck. That's good."

Heart beating out of his chest, desperate to hear that sound again, Steve yanked harder at Herobrine’s hair. But instead of a moan this time, he received a snarl. And the candle exploded in flames next to them.

"DON'T," was all Herobrine could growl out.

Steve eased up, tensing the rest of his body so he wasn't moving at all. Herobrine had stopped his rutting in favor of deep breathing. Steve watched his chest expand and collapse. Throat bobbing as he swallowed.

"D-don't pull." Herobrine eventually warned. "Too… rough. Feels like I'm fighting. Feels like I'm a dog being forced down. F-feels like-"

"It's okay." Steve cooed, releasing his grip to brush his fingers through his hair instead. Rubbing the back of his neck and up around his chin comfortingly. "You don't need to explain if you don't want to."

"Hehh…" The candle flame returned to normal as Herobrine let out a calming sigh. "I thought you wanted me to talk."

"I do."

"You're so confusing." Herobrine laughed breathlessly and the rocking continued. "I love it."

"And I love you." Steve cupped Herobrine’s neck and gave him the gentlest of kisses. Herobrine shuddered and pulled back. Pushing Steve away from him this time. The miner relented easily and watched with fascination as the demon laid back down on the pillow. Hands folded gently above his head. Eyes flickering promiscuously up at him.

"Everything alright?" Steve pried. 

"Mmmhm."

"Focusing again?" 

"Y-yeah."

"Still okay?"

"More than okay. The monster is whispering all of the naughty things it wants to do to you. I'm doing my best to listen to you instead of it."

"Oh?"

"You do realize how close you are to being penetrated, don't you?"

Steve swallowed, face heating up. Kinda into that idea at this point. But Herobrine, thankfully, kept things moving.

"Hold my hands." The demon instructed. "I want to see how it feels."

Steve nodded and trailed his hands up those muscular arms. Stopping just short of his wrists, but applying pressure throughout. The demon closed his eyes and grimaced as he did so. Still, he never made any sounds of discomfort. And the candle seemed okay too. 

But Herobrine winced hard as he, once again, grazed his wrists. Yet remained calm as Steve interlocked their fingers and gave them a soft squeeze.

Herobrine moaned, wiggling beneath him.

"F-fuck mmm."

"Hands are good?" Steve couldn't help but smile. That tone sounded positive at least.

Herobrine agreed with calm eyes and a similar smile. 

"I'm going to try holding them down, alright?"

The demon nodded, a worry line reappearing on his face. And when Steve applied more pressure, Herobrine’s expression twisted. The candle to his side popped, flame almost sparked far enough to hit Steve's elbow. The miner let go immediately.

"Are you okay?" Steve asked, sitting back to let Herobrine breathe again.

The demon took the offer. His entire face was flushed as he gulped in great breaths. "Y-yeah."

"Maybe not confined?"

"Mmm." An agreement.

"Do you want to stop?" The demon seemed more uncomfortable than ever, but Herobrine shook his head no. And Steve was pretty sure why. 

Despite the small setback, Herobrine was practically shivering in pleasure. His hard-on stood proud and tall, pushing up and leaking against Steve’s lower back. And Steve had to admit he wasn’t faring much better. Growing from chub to full on erect after hearing Herobrine moan those few times.

"Here. Why don't we take a break?" It was good enough progress for today. Might as well finish this experience on a high note.

The demon made a sound of disagreement in his throat. He grabbed at the pillow underneath his head and covered his red ears with it. He bit his lip hard, showing off sharp teeth. The monster wanted something from all of this trouble. And Steve would gladly comply.

"Don't worry, I think I know something you're sure to like." He trailed his hand down Herobrine’s stomach, maneuvering around Herobrine’s dick to sit right next to his knees. 

A handjob seemed appropriate for the situation and he didn't dwell on the decision for long. He moved his hand to wrap around Herobrine’s length and began to pump. The demon exhaled through his teeth when he did so. Still feeling very sensitive. He gripped at the pillow around his head and spread his legs wider. Getting comfortable.

"O-oh yeah." Herobrine purred. "I do like that."

The tension in the room slowly melted away with sounds of slapping skin, little huffs and sighs, and creaks of the bed. When it came to Herobrine’s dick, Steve didn't have to worry about being too rough. So he put all of his strength into the repetitive motion. Only intermittently rolling his palm to increase the pleasure.

"F-fuck Stevie."

"Good?"

"Yeah, you've gotten really good at this."

"Well ya know what I always say."

"Heh hmmm~"

Steve debated going down on Herobrine. A desire that was probably much too common in his mind. But figured he'd save mouth stuff for another day. Another round of experimenting. 

Instead, he added to the handjob by moving his free hand downward. Cupping and fondling Herobrine’s balls. Coyly drifting backwards to squeeze his ass and help him thrust up into the jerks.

Herobrine groaned, tilting his body into the touch, so far that Steve now found his fingers right next to Herobrine’s crease.

The original desire of the night slammed into him without warning. And he moved his fingers to circle Herobrine’s tight ring. Slicked up with a fine line of sweat.

This didn't seem to bother Herobrine, who was focused on Steve’s other hand. So Steve decided to continue the secret little test and began to tease the area. Giving it some pressure. Brushing the nerves.

"S-Steve." Herobrine whispered. Catching his attention. A quick check and the candle was near still. "P-please."

"What?" 

"Keep going."  

Oh shit, really? The plea was the last thing Steve expected to hear. "You want me to p-press in?"

Herobrine nodded in a dream. 

And so Steve did. Lost in the same dream.

It wasn't difficult and the demon didn't make any sounds of protest. Herobrine was probably as tight as Steve started out. Still, he would have assumed Herobrine to be much tighter considering he probably hadn't been penetrated in… wait-

"Have you done this before?" Steve asked. Stopping just as his knuckle poked through. 

Herobrine slowly shook his head no. 

And Steve felt so foolish he almost stopped everything all together. 

Of course Herobrine hadn't. He had confided to Steve that he had only been with people with vulvas before. Not out of desire, but from what was allowed for him in the aether. His brother had quickly disapproved and forbidden him from doing anything else. And Prince Hero had blindly followed those rules. As if Steve needed any more reasons to despise the thunderous god.

He totally forgot about that aspect about Herobrine. The other was so incredinly confident when it came to sex. It felt like he had been doing it for centuries with thousands of partners. And Steve had only had a handful of one night stands in his lifetime. He felt like a novice in comparison, when really they were more or less on equal playing fields.

"I-I experimented a lot once I left the aether." Herobrine seemed to read his mind. Moving his body naturally to take more of Steve's finger. Encouraging him to continue. "I made plenty of… toys, you call them. Out of molded obsidian."

"Did you like them?" Steve's drooling mouth was on redstone repeaters. Getting caught up in thoughts of Herobrine pleasuring himself.

"Too much." Herobrine moaned and keened when Steve curled his digit. "I would… wake up from the monster… the obsidian shattered or… melted."

Steve took a pause at that bit of knowledge. Nearly choking on his own spit. 

He was pretty sure that sentence was supposed to be a deterrent. Or at least, he probably should take it as one. Instead he was cursing his aching boner dribbling precum at the thought of being absolutely crushed inside Herobrine’s body.

"I always wanted to… try it. With someone." The demon continued. "But…"

He broke off, because it didn't need to be said. Herobrine had been completely alone during his banishment. The only interactions with people he had were when he was fighting and killing. And Steve had been the first person to break that cycle.

And, perhaps, would be the first person to…

"W-would you want to try?" Steve asked, mouth having gone completely dry. "Want me to, uh-"

"Top me?" Herobrine confirmed. A delightful smile on his face when Steve moved in to press two fingers. "Didn't think this is where the night would take us…"

"Only if you feel comfortable." Steve emphasized. Giving the two digits a wiggle. It was safe to say Herobrine was feeling super comfortable right now. Becoming completely undone under him.

"Y-yeah." Herobrine bobbed his head up and down lazilly. "I do… want that. Feels nice."

Steve couldn't believe his ears right now. He nearly pinched himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming. Was this really happening!? Holy shit!

But something slammed into him harder than arousal. Pooling in his stomach and nearly killing his erection entirely.

Guilt.

"Hold on, shit, Herobrine, I gotta admit something." He backed away, taking his fingers with him.

"Hmm?" The demon sneered, upset that the other had stopped. He tilted up to glare at Steve.

"The, ugh, the only reason I held you down to begin with was because I wanted… I wanted to be the dominant one for once." He scratched nervously at his beard. "I know you've expressed discomfort with that before and I shouldn't have tried to push it on you without asking, especially now that I'm remembering you haven't done it before, fuck, it's just-" He broke off. 

There was no good excuse except selfishness. 

His head and shoulders fell with a sigh. "I-I know you don't want me to apologize but I should still say I'm sorry. I keep telling you to talk to me and then I go off and refuse to do so. I'm a hypocrite and hurt both of us."

Herobrine sat forward, trying to catch his gaze. "Hey now. I think you're being a little hard on yourself, Steven. You're only human." He winked. "If given the opportunity to fuck a god, I sure would want to take it."

"It's not that." Steve shook his head. But then blushed and smiled. "Well, it isn't only that. I genuinely want to experience everything with you. And.. I don't know, I act confident when it comes to discussing feelings but I'm learning too and- fuck…" 

He flopped backwards onto the bed with a large sigh. "Maybe we should just forget it and go to bed. Pretend this night never happened."

"Steven…" 

The miner avoided eye contact, staring at the, now dull, candle beside them. Herobrine sighed and the bed creaked as he sat up to talk directly to him.

"Steve, believe me when I say that I have thought about this before. And I do want it to happen. I don't think I'll ever be truly prepared. I guess… I was waiting for the right opportunity. Just like when we kissed for the first time. And, nether, maybe this is it."

Steve couldn't help rolling his eyes. "Really? Now? When you're feeling monstrous and I'm feeling guilty?"

It was Herobrine's next words that got his head whirling again. 

"If you trust me, I'll trust me."

He spoke it so suavely. That rich deep voice full of sincerity and comfort. All with a cute, sharp smile that made his canine teeth shine from his glowing eyes.

Then, Herobrine wrapped his fingers around Steve’s dick, gently tugging him back to hover over Herobrine and poise to get right back into the action. Steve followed enthusiastically, chuckling as he kept going to claim the other’s lips in a heated kiss.

Herobrine was the one to break away this time. "Let's just see where this goes. Experiment. Just like we were doing. I’m yours."

"O-okay."

Rough, calloused hands roamed Herobrine’s sides, feeling each rib and ripple of chiseled muscles. Steve thumbed over the massive scar that sprawled across the demon’s belly, faded gnarled skin that spread in thick lichtenberg patterns. 

That hairy chest rising and falling with quick breaths, antsy to get back into the throes of pleasure.

Steve traced his palm down Herobrine’s side and all the way down one of his legs, flowing under his knee and lifting to rest on his shoulder. Herobrine let himself be pliant for whatever the other chose to do, his cock aching to hurry things along.

"Do you have lube on you?" Steve asked.

"Don't I always?" A wave of his hands and a vial was removed from his inventory. He slipped it to Steve who quickly coated his fingers and kept the bottle next to him for use further down the line.

He worked the slimy substance in his fingertips and blew hot breath on it.

"What are you doing?" Herobrine pried, sounding somewhat anxious. 

"I'm warming it up for you." Steve explained. "You're going to complain if I don't."

"I'm going to complain if you don't start doing something."

"Okay, okay. Relax, Herobrine. Let ol' Stevie work his magic."

"I will fuck you if you don't fuck me."

"Shhhh. Patience." Steve pressed his slicked up fingers back in, going down to the base of one and slowly brought the two back up to the pace they had previously. Sweat trailed down his exposed skin, glittering in small globules that shined in the flickering candlelight.

The demon predictably hissed, squirming.

"Cold?"

"Yeah, you suck at warming it up."

"Not all of us are fire demons."

"Yeah, yeah."

He relaxed into the motions, however. As the lube quickly warmed to an acceptable temperature, his overly hot body helped.

Herobrine closed his eyes, humming happily with the jostling of his body in time with Steve’s quick, powerful thrusts of his palm. 

"When you close your eyes like that... Does it mean you're uncomfortable, just trying to get in the zone or…" The miner panted as he worked.

Herobrine grunted. "Why do you ask?"

"Just curious."

"Curious little creeper. No. I enjoy closing my eyes because I like trusting that everything is okay and I... can let my guard down."

"Hm." Steve hummed to himself in thought. "Maybe we should try this blindfolded."

"Let's focus on tonight for now." Herobrine half laugh half sighed as Steve started pumping his fingers in and out, pouring on more lube for good measure. Adding in a third and a fourth seamlessly. Making sure he was definitely ready. "This is already a lot."

"Too much?"

"Not yet." He furrowed his brow. Blinking open his eyes. "There's some white but not enough to say I should stop. You talking to me keeps me grounded if I'm being honest."

"I'll keep it up then. But let me know if you need to stop. You know your limits better than me."

"Yeah, well. You also know I like pushing them."

"Hey, that makes two of us."

Steve curled his fingers and spread them, relishing in the feeling of insane heat around them. The demon made a strange sound that Steve could not interpret.

"Good?"

"Kom igång med det…"

"Hero?"

"Yes, good!"

He scissored his fingers one more time before the demon let out a feral growl, and pulled his body away from Steve’s fingers. Leg falling off of his shoulder. 

"Okay, I'm ready ! Let's move it along."

"Uncomfortable?" Steve’s eye twitched as the sharp movement of his fingers pulled strangely.

The demon shook his head. Eyes sparking. 

"Eager."

A deep echoe followed. Those words, there was almost another voice beneath it, circling like sharks beneath the water. Primal and not afraid to break through and take control. Indicative of the god's personality of action first, thinking later.

The miner gulped, quick to grab the lube and cover his dick properly. He shuddered at the cold feeling, having been used to Herobrine applying it for a while now. 

"Just, er, making sure you were properly prepared. Don't want you to get hurt."

"Peh, you couldn't hurt me if you tried, mortal."

The nickname had a different tone than it usually did. Harsher with more bite.

Hesitation throttled Steve's every move as he lined them up. Should they be even doing this? Herobrine was looking very… feral in a sense. Eyes glowing too bright. The room was too hot. His stance looked prepared for battle. The only difference was his legs spread wide and inviting.

More and more whirling thoughts fell sour on Steve’s tongue as he stared at the other’s pucked hole now grazing the tip of his erection.

Herobrine broke the silence, impatience bubbling in his tone. “Is there not enough lube, my dear?”

“It’s not that, you're good. I just... need to... prepare mentally.”

Herobrine grunted, not satisfied with that answer but did not press his impatience further.

"Okay, here I go. Er, continue talking to me." Steve swallowed the lump in his throat as he shifted his legs forward, the tip of his shaft pressing into that sweet heat. Herobrine’s claws fisted the messy sheets beneath him as he tried urging the other to move faster with wispy growls.

He hadn't done this in quite a while, but it didn't feel any different than how it should, other than how addictively warm and tight Herobrine was. The demon was at least accepting him with no issues.

So, Steve penetrated further. The little light next to them flickered questionably at the strange sensation of it all.

It was here that Steve lost a little bit of his nerve, realizing he was penetrating a lot faster than what seemed normal for someone's first time. His brain gladly provided him with a possible explanation. He stared at the demon’s rather large, godly girth that wagged as Herobrine shuffled to get comfortable on the bed.

"Er… sorry, I'm not… as big as you." 

Herobrine let out a hearty laugh that shook the both of them. He peered up from the pillow. Eyes a glow in delight.

"You're fine, just keep moving asshole! Gods… I can't wait to feel good."

"Does this not feel good?"

"It's much different than the obsidian." He admitted, voice sounding more lucid than it had all evening. “Ugh... does... does it always feel like you’re taking a large shit when I’m inside you?”

“That'll pass once you get comfortable.”

“Yeah, okay, fine. But I don’t- AH!”

Steve thrusted in the last inch of his erection, bottoming out. He shuddered while Herobrine arched his back with a groan, wiggling as the other’s penis settled deep.

“Is everything okay?” The miner couldn't help but sound coy as he spoke. Herobrine liked to do that to him all the time. It was nice to be on the other side.

"Yes." Herobrine hissed, despite looking very uncomfortable.

“You sure?” 

“The feeling is going to fade, right?”

“Hah, yes, it will.”

Slow movements flexed and shifted as Steve pulled back and pushed forward into Herobrine’s spread legs. An impatient patting of the mattress urged Steve to pick up his pace.

Impatient bastard. Steve felt too out of practice as Herobrine readjusted his legs for his feet to sit flat on the mattress and stare blankly at the ceiling.

Back and forth. Easy on his hips, a terror on his soon to be carpet-burn-raw knees. But, he started. And easy pace as he felt the throbbing heat encapsulate his erected penis. Incredibly hot. The demon’s puckered ring flexed and squeezed around Steve’s shaft as Herobrine’s face pinched.

“If you keep tensing like that, it’s never going to feel good.” Steve commented, now feeling a bit uncomfortable from the tight tugs himself.

Herobrine lowered his eyes from the ceiling to stare at the man, a kink in his lips showed as a pout.

“The ‘I need to use the toilet’ feeling went away, I don’t know how I feel about that.”

“Better, I hope?”

“Hmph."

At the smalltalk, the demon indeed relaxed and Steve gained a brief sense of confidence as he sped up the drawn out thrusts, sinking deeper and bucking from there, savoring the friction now being on the giving end.

Herobrine finally began to fully relax now that a sensible rhythm was attained. In and out. Heating hearts and sweating bodies. Flesh on flushing flesh. Herobrine let his eyes close as he sighed, embracing the alien friction up his rear.

Steve’s confidence rose with each passing second. His heart throbbed in time with his cock as he bucked quicker against the demon’s spread legs. It took longer than it probably should to find Herobrine’s prostate. He was out of practice on the giving end. But when he finally grazed against the organ, the results were truly glorious.

Teeth gnashing, Herobrine howled out a moan similiar to the one he gave when Steve grabbed his hair. His claws sought purchase on the bunched up blankets beneath them. Whatever lightless wick remained in the room popped and burst with embers that dimmed with the passing seconds.

Steve knew his dreams would contain that moment for the next few years. Or at least, he hoped it would as doubted Herobrine would let him take point again so soon. Exemplified by the squirm soon after. 

“What… the fuck… w as that?” Herobrine spoke through gritted teeth, wildly confused.

It bubbled up in his throat, like a cough he couldn’t suppress. A bellyful laugh had Steve pausing for a moment. Connected intimately and hunched over the over. His sweaty hair fell over his face and bounced with his giggles.

"What!?"

"I thought you'd played with toys before!"

"I have!" Herobrine growled angrily, turning bright red. "Stop laughing!"

"Sorry!" Steve controlled himself. "That was your prostate. Have you never hit it before?"

"I have !" The demon spat. "But, speaking plainly, I was never really lucid when I did."

The miner deadpanned. "Wait, what?"

"Yeah, the monster would take over long before that point and I'd just ride the high."

"A-ah." Steve swallowed. "I feel like you maybe should have warned me about that."

"I thought I did." The demon shrugged and shifted, opening his legs more. "Whatever, do that again."

"Right after you told me that!?"

"Yes."

To be honest, Steve wouldn't have been able to resist even with this new information. He also wanted to duplicate the glorious results.

The conversation turned to soft moans and grunts of concentration. As Steve picked up the rhythm and the two worked together to achieve what each desired.

The perfect angle was hard to memorize as Steve tried making the slightest angles to his thrusts. He just needed to figure out where to pinpoint and nail his prostate every single time.

But Herobrine helped him find it. Contorting his body in ways Steve could never. Helping work against him by thrusting his spine upwards.

And when he finally hit it again, there were litteral fireworks between them. Herobrine moaned hard and writhed. Steve fell forward and increased his thrusts. Hitting it a few good times in a row, Herobrine's entire body jolted every time he did.

Damn it felt so fucking amazing. The way Herobrine tensed around him every time. Him screaming and glitching underneath his hands. Glorious sparks flying through the air. Accenting the sweat and glow of their skin.

Steve was soon lost in the sauce. Pleasure taking over. The sound of flesh slapping flesh as their intimate connection sent fireworks and blooming roses into his brain. He was too consumed with the sound and sensation to comprehend any other stimuli. Then he heard the demon begin to speak, breathy shouts and moans, calling his name.

"-S-stop!"

And Steve halted immediately. Nearly unsheathing himself from Herobrine’s rear to throw himself away. The command rang in his ears as every other mind-boggling sensation was ripped away.

"Sor-AH!" The apology was cut from his throat as Herobrine quickly wound his legs around his lower-back and squeezed, forcing him and his dick to surge forward back into Herobrine’s heat. The demon threw his head back as he yelled nonsense again.

"Don’t stop! Please! I need you to keep going." Herobrine groaned. He was tearing the bed sheets with his white-knuckle grip. Steve was fairly certain that his eyes were rolling into the back of his head.

"But you just-"

"I know, I- fuck , I want it so bad Steven you have no idea. B-but I'm going to burn your house down at this rate."

Steve let out a snort of surprised laughter, not expecting that explanation. "I take it you're enjoying yourself?"

"Too much." A warning. Herobrine was reaching his mental limits. Steve was poking a stick at the sleeping beast. Or, well, his ‘stick’ in a very unstable beast…

Steve was somewhat perplexed by the situation. On one hand, he wanted to allow Herobrine to set valid boundaries. On the other hand… the brain in his dick was making a convincing argument to continue on. They had just found the perfect rythm afterall.

"Are… you just worried about the fire?"

"Not the only thing I'm worried about, but that's the current issue, yes." Herobrine nodded his head to the candle beside them which had completely melted and was now burnt to a smoking char on his nightstand.

An idea formed in Steve's head. He quickly capitalized on it while he had the courage to do so. 

He leaned forward. Keeping his left hand pressed hard onto the other's hip. But reached ahead with his other hand. The motion ground him deeper into Herobrine. He could practically feel himself rubbing slowly up against the demon’s prostate. Plus he was also now pressing his body down on Herobrine's swollen member, providing him a dual sensation.

It had the demon groaning deep within his chest. Turning his head to the side to pant when Steve stopped his forward momentum. Gaining some resolve back as Steve shifted slightly to fumble around.

He was reaching for the tableside. Grabbing inside the little drawer where he kept a few things. Like… well, not much usually. A book. Some small health potions and a first aid kit. But there was something specific his hand was after.

He grabbed the glass bottle and leaned back. Easing up the pressure on both of their members. Herobrine let out a little whimper and shifted forward back into him before Steve’s strong hand held him still.  Despite his protests, half of Herobrine wanted to continue. His more monstrous half, Steve presumed.

Herobrine gazed dreamily at him. Eyes a little duller than he'd expected. It filled him with a new determined feeling in his chest.  More courage. More confidence.

Steve let out a small huff with a smile. He could feel the blush over his face. Realizing how he looked with his exposed form. Literally just connected to the other.

He leaned forward once again. Quickly this time. Rutting up to hit that sweet spot once more. Just to hear Herobrine moan before stealing away the breath with a passionate kiss. Moving his hands to grip his hair the way he discovered he liked. 

But he pulled back equally as fast. Before their tongues could get involved and force them into an elongated make out session.  He wanted to do this now. While he had the confidence. While his head wasn't spinning with the scent of the other's hot breath.

He let one hand run down Herobrine’s bare chest. Letting his fingers brush down his scars and stopping right as he got to his lower stomach.

His body traveled upwards as he did so. Putting on a show. Throwing his hair back. His curly locks were longer than usual from sweat. Falling into his eyes. He stared down at Herobrine with a cheeky smile.  

Herobrine was completely captivated. Fallen under his spell. Staring wide eyed at him. Looking up and down. Savoring the view. 

The miner then smirked and brought the glass bottle up to his lips. He grabbed the cork with his teeth. Keeping eye contact the entire time. He ripped the cork out of the bottle and spit it aside onto the floor.  Then tipped back the potion dramatically.  Drinking some of it down. Immediately feeling coolness spread from his throat throughout his body.

He drank enough to where he felt safe against intense burns and then let out a refreshed sigh. He caught a glance at Herobrine. Who had his mouth open. Showing sharp teeth. Almost salivating.

Steve smiled at him before pouring the fire protection all over Herobrine’s chest. The demon flinched at the coolness as it smoked on his hot skin. 

Herobrine looked down at his body. And then back up at Steve. He swallowed.

"There." Steve tossed the bottle over his shoulder. It audibly shattered upon impact with the floor. "Now you don't have to worry about catching us on fire. We're fireproof now."

Herobrine stared at him for another heartbeat. He shifted slightly. Moving Steve’s dick inside of him with him.

"Uh..." Herobrine croaked, voice much higher than usual. "I was already..."

Steve's seductive smile fell. "I know."

"...fireproof...."

"I know Brine!" Steve pulled out a little. Releasing his grip off the demon’s stomach. "I was trying to be sexy, dammit."

"Oh." Herobrine nodded his head. Puffing out his lip. "Uh yeah... that was. Huh."

"Plus I spilled some on the sheets so...."  Steve muttered. But then he shook his head. "No. You know what? No!"  He went back in place. Grabbing Herobrine’s hips so tight he thought his own bones were creaking. 

Herobrine noticeably got harder. Steve tried to ignore the arousal that was sent through to him adjacently.

He leaned forward into Herobrine’s face. Speaking directly into his soul. Those beautiful and terrifying eyes. 

"The whole point I was trying to make with that display..." Steve explained. Grinding in as he did so. Herobrine’s eye twitched with pleasure but he kept the intense eye contact. "Was to say fuck it. Set me and the bed on fire, Herobrine. Let it all fucking out." He raised his voice. Starting to rock his hips absentmindedly. The movement fuelled his words. "Burn the whole world down. We can rebuild it. It doesn't matter. Right now, what matters is you ."  

He stopped. It took all of his will power to do so. 

"So what do you want, Brine?"

Herobrine seemed to forget how to speak.  He looked like he just wanted to moan endlessly into the sheets. Into a little puddle of magma. 

But instead. His eyes got bright and his sharp teeth clicked together as he hissed out. 

"I want you to fuck the monster out of me, Stevie."

"F-fuck." Oh gods, give him strength. He had to pull out of Herobrine immediately and move to hold his erection. Stopping himself from losing it too fast. 

"S-Steven?" Herobrine's concerned voice sounded miles away now.

"Hold on." Steve sucked in a breath in and out. "You caught me off guard there."

"I didn't burn your dick did I!?" The demon sat up. Shoulders on fire and sparking. 

"No no, you're fine!" Steve assured, putting his hands up. "All good! You, er, I uh-" He swallowed. "I almost just came."

"Oh?" Herobrine raised an eyebrow in devilish delight. "From my words alone?"

"You've gotten me off with less." Steve shook the blush from his face and lined himself back up. "Gotta be honest with you, Hero." He licked his lips. "Not sure how long I'm going to last."

"Don't concern yourself with holding back for me." Herobrine wrapped his legs around Steve once more, moving his arm to grab Steve's dick and physically moved it into place. The miner was too busy groaning at the feeling of being manipulated to do much but follow his lead. Herobrine led Steve's length to his hole and helped him press in by shifting his body forward onto him. His body essentially swallowed Steve's dick in one fell swoop.

Herobrine keened at the feeling, letting out a similar groan and fell back into the covers. Panting and gripping the mattress as his white eyes popped with sparks.

"Now shut the fuck up and fuck me, Steven."

"Y-yes, sir."

The next few moments were a blur in their minds. Herobrine focused on keeping his body in place so that Steve could continuously hit his nerves. Steve held on to Herobrine’s hips and thrust like his life depended on it. The feeling was amazing and it was further added to by Herobrine's moans and sighs and sparks below him. The miner kept his eyes open throughout, memorizing every twitch of his partner's face as he fucked him.

A particularly good thrust had Herobrine mewling and tightening hard around him. The heat and intensity he was feeling… oh gods.

"C-can I come inside you?" He sputtered as his rhythm turned sloppy.

Herobrine nodded but remembered Steve wanted him to be verbal. " Yes ."

"Okay. Ffff-I'm close."

The demon nodded and took himself in hand. Helping himself along, definitely not as close as Steve was.

The miner gave a few valiant, quick pumps. Now shifting focus to finish himself off. He picked an angle and stuck with it. And then- "I'm… gunna-"

"Steven~"

"G-GHHHH"

A full body experience. The miner believed he might have astral projected out of his body doing so. He had never come so hard in his life to his memory. His cum filled the space around him gloriously. He knew his face must've had the dumbest expression as his hips twitched and rolled. Tongue splayed out. Hair a mess and sweat rolling down his entire form. He only mildly remembered to watch Herobrine, whose face tightened in pleasure at the feeling of being filled and he groaned out Steve's name a few more times.

The miner wanted to stay connected like this forever. But Herobrine picked up the pace of his jerking off, which jolted Steve's sensitive length. So he pulled out, much to the dismay of Herobrine who now missed the feeling of being filled.

Steve could only watch in awe as the sparking mess of a demon scurried up towards the headboard. Getting onto his knees for more leverage. Crushing the wood beneath his free hand he howled to the aether. Pumping his dick harder than ever. Quick and messy. His expression matched that of Steve's.

"F-fan." Herobrine cursed in aetherian. His eyes twitched and finally, with a breath of relief, he came into his hand. Spilling onto the burnt sheets. "Aw, fuck yes, finally~"

Steve smiled lopsided. Watching as Herobrine slowly came down from his high. However, his body remained tense, and his hand remained on his dick.

It was when the demon started slowly pumping again that Steve's smile fell. Oh right… Herobrine was basically a god. And was probably planning on going another round. While Steve was content to let that be the end of it. He had decently fucked himself out.

"Herobrine, er, did you want me to, uh… Hero?"

At the sound of his voice, the demon stopped moving completely. Removed his hand from his dick and gripped the headboard hard. A low growl tore through his throat. The air felt weirdly charged. A heaviness fell over them like a status effect.

Uh oh.

"Brine?"

Herobrine turned his head so quickly that it made an audible snap. White, blinding orbs now focused on his face. The bed began to shake from his energy.

The miner swallowed.

"A-are you okay?"

Slowly. So, fucking slowly. Herobrine shook his head no. Steve had to look away, his eyes were too much to handle. His influence was going full steam ahead.

"How can I help you?" Steve chirped. "What do you need?"

" You ." A haunting voice that was very much not Herobrine’s hissed out. " Now. "

"Okay." The miner replied calmly although he was now screaming in his head. 

Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck . That was really attractive. Damn, why was that so attractive!? 

"C-can you give me a second?"

Herobrine growled. The fire burned hotter, as did the fire in Steve's stomach. He tried not to make any sudden movements. Now feeling like he was being watched by an enderman waiting for any eye contact to pounce.

As quickly as his nerves would allow, Steve slunk over to his bedside table once again. Brushing out the little circle of flame the burnt spot of the candle had now produced, he grabbed the container of discarded lube and sat back at the head of the bed. Herobrine slunk to the foot of the bed, giving him some space. His claws dug into the mattress like a runner taking position at the starting line.

The demon watched him intently as he slicked up his fingers and began preparing himself. Certain that Herobrine was going to jump him once he gave the word. He tried to take his time to fully prepare himself, knowing that when the demon got like this, there would be no holding back. Helping things along, he took himself in hand, shuddering at the feeling of drying cum on his dick. His dick that had been inside Herobrine. He closed his eyes and imagined it was still happening. Loosening himself up all the while.

Pumps and fingers. Undoing himself just as he had done to Herobrine not moments ago. It was a wonderful sensation, coupled with the still very fresh memories of how good he felt and the real fear mixed with pleasure coming from the way Herobrine was looking at him like a wolf.

Once certain he could at least take Herobrine with no internal damage in this state, he let his thoughts become words. Moaning and huffing with his own motions. 

"S-shit, Brine." He sighed. Slinking fully into the mattress and pillow so his head wouldn't hit the headboard when they started. "Fuck… I've dreamed about doing that for a long time."

Herobrine did not respond, move, or breathe. He just sat there, watching him.

"It was better than I could have ever imagined." Steve fluttered his eyes. Slipping in a fourth finger and groaning. "Gods, you're perfect, I love you."

There was a sudden weight around him with the sound of teleportation. The demon was now crouched over top of him. Claws digging into the bed so hard he heard the box-springs hiss. The smell of burnt fabric wafted by him. Overpowered by Herobrine's musk.

"Say it again."

"I love you~"

A burning hand removed his own from his dick. Taking its place. Steve practically shrieked. 

"Again!"

"I-I LOVE YO-AGH-"

His dick was then thrust into a hot, tight space. It forced a loud scream out of Steve. Overwhelmed by the wonderful sensation he could have sworn he almost passed out.

Herobrine had folded his body. Knees falling forward to straddle Steve's hips. His ass came down right on his dick. Static filled the air around them.

When Steve's vision cleared, when his nerves stopped screaming, he was greeted to the sight of the demon on fire on top of him.

He had to repeat that in his mind. 

The demon. Was on fire. On top of him.

Riding him to kingdom come.

For a brief second, Steve wondered if the monster had truly killed him. And he was now existing in some aetherial dream, living out his wildest fantasies.

Flames engulfed the demon. Seemingly pouring from his heart and spreading up to his shoulders. Steve could only just make out the demon’s head in the inferno. Mouth opened with lustful panting. White eyes mixing with the colors around him. Smoke accented his beautiful form. Like a demonic angel above him.

Steve didn't realize he was making noises until he had to cough from the smoke. His slicked up dick was piercing Herobrine’s backside as the demon bounced up and slammed down. Making an absolute delicious sound amplified by Herobrine moaning above him.

He really couldn't do much besides just allow this to happen. He was so incredibly overwhelmed. He could barely interpret the feeling. He just knew it felt better than anything he had ever experienced. Sure, fucking Herobrine had been delightful. But this was cranking the pleasure up to a thousand.

His head moved up and down with the bounces. Face entirely flush he followed the flame trails dancing around him. 

An explosion went off when Herobrine ground down deep, hitting his g-spot. A feral, static roar of pleasure pierced the night. His body curled. Changing to quick, deep thrusts. The air was punched from Steve's lungs with every bounce, but the miner didn't care.

He closed his eyes, let his head fall back into the pillow, lightly gripped Herobrine’s bouncing hips, and blissed the fuck out.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, f-fuck, fuck~ "

The miner's eyes flew open once Herobrine grabbed his hand. Leaving a burn despite the fire aspect, and placed it on the wagging cock slapping against his stomach. Not missing a beat in his thrusts. He forced Steve to grip him. 

"Finish me." He commanded. And Steve felt a painful burst of arousal that went straight down and made the demon howl in pleasure.

Herobrine came without warning. Painting Steve's stomach in ropey strings. The intensity of the heat and constriction around his dick forced Steve to cum just as suddenly. Screaming as he did so. He filled the demon once again and Herobrine moaned like a whore.

The demon rocked forward with a growl, milking the last of his orgasm. And Steve nearly lost his mind at the overbearing feeling. Needing to remove himself, he squirmed beneath Herobrine’s hold. 

The demon thankfully raised off of him and they separated. Steve had to stop himself, nearly falling off the bed. He struggled to catch his breath. The air was so thick with smoke and sex. He laid sprawled out on the tattered sheets, drenched in sweat.

But Herobrine did not take nearly any time to recover. The demon slicked back his long hair and stalked forward like a feline. Steve's dick being his prey. 

When he realized his prey was no longer kicking, Herobrine batted at Steve’s limp appendage like a disgruntled cat. The miner hissed as the action sent a twinge of discomfort up his spine. He managed to peel his head off of the sticky sheets and look up at Herobrine. Noticing a still very erect member poking out between his legs.

"Horse's outta commission." Steve slurred. Hoping Herobrine would get the message. "No more riding today, cowboy."

If either man were coherent at all in that moment, Herobrine would have raised an eyebrow in confusion and Steve would have burnt up from embarrassment.

Instead, the demon huffed out some smoke in contemplation. Steve watched the streams of gray mix with his white eyes' tendrils. Hypnotic. Beautiful.

The demon then moved his hand up and wet two digits in his mouth. Long tongue flicking over the fingers as if he was trying to clean the meat off of a bone. Steve watched in a trance. Vaguely hoping Herobrine was about to give him a show too.

Instead, with a pop of his mouth, he took the fingers and moved down to position them right in front of his lap. Out of Steve’s vision.

The miner arched his head. Curious as to what was going to happen now. 

He soon learned in probably the worst fashion. The demon unceremoniously stuck those two slicked up fingers right up Steve's butt. Trying to finger fuck him as soon as they slid in.

"YAOW! B-brine!" Steve screeched, quickly backing away and folding his legs. Nearly kicking Herobrine in the process. His nerves were on fire in all the wrong ways. He was grateful now for preparing himself earlier, otherwise that would have really hurt. But he was still recovering from his last hard finish. He probably wouldn't be ready to go again for another few hours.

But with a simple motion, grabbing his ankle and pulling backwards, Herobrine dragged him back. Those fingers locked into position. Those white eyes glued to his hole in lust.

" Need you ." The demon growled possessively. "My turn."

"I-I can't." Steve sputtered. Dreading the thought of being handled rough right now. What has he gotten himself into?

The demon put down his hand to loom over Steve. Pressing their faces closer together. Huffing smoke between them from his nose.

And yet his eyes grew soft and warm. Nothing like he got when he swore he was on the verge of a meltdown. He was still in control. Somewhat. What Steve didn't know was Herobrine was using those violet eyes as a grounding force. Trying to calm himself down.

Eventually Herobrine moved back up. Sitting pretty just between Steve's legs. Showing off that massive hard-on still eager for more. 

He looked down at himself and then up at Steve. And the miner got the message.

'What are we going to do to fix this?'

Thankfully Steve had the answer. He moved forward and grasped his shaft with his right hand. Spending no time with pleasantries before pumping him up and down.

"Just because I'm down for the count-" Steve huffed between pumps. "Doesn't mean I can't still help you."

He jerked Herobrine off. Body tired but soul still willing, it simply wasn't enough for his demon. 

"More." Herobrine soon commanded, moving forward in plans to grind down on his lap again in hopes of coaxing out a third round.

"W-wait. I can give you more. Just wait." Steve moved his other hand up instead. And started licking his fingers just like Herobrine had done. Wincing only slightly at the salty taste of now-dried cum on his tongue.

The demon watched with equal wonder at this action. He slowly licked his lips. 

As soon as Steve removed the fingers, Herobrine descended upon him. Claiming his mouth for his own.

"B-brine." He wheezed around the kiss. He would be unable to do much in this position. The demon growled into his mouth. Telling him to wait until he was ready.

The miner tried to relax as Herobrine moved back and bit down hard against his neck. Purposely going for soft skin to form a nasty looking bruise. He sucked at the spot before moving to another. Littering Steve's shoulder and neck with marks.

Once he had his fill of that, he took Steve's two fingers, which had since dried, and popped them into his mouth. Lathering them up with a rough tongue.

Steve felt a tingling of arousal in his groin. Not enough to do anything with. But enough that he'd fantasize over the moment for many nights afterwards.

He moved off the finger, licking his lips as drool pooled down his chin. Feral light danced in his eyes.

" Mine ." The demon's voice rumbled roughly in his throat.

"Yours." Steve agreed with a numb shake of his head.

The miner didn't even get a chance to think before Herobrine grabbed Steve in a tight grip by his love handles. Going backwards as he did so and bringing Steve with him. So that he now fell right on Herobrine’s chest and the demon was under him. Shuddering, holding back the monster that so wanted to ravage his partner.

"Touch me." The other spat. Shoulders catching on fire.

A request for a 'please' died on his lips as the demon flashed his sharp teeth.

Instead, the miner nodded and quickly got to work once he re-oriented himself. Slipping down between Herobrine’s legs and bringing the whole night full circle. Stroking him off while pressing his fingers into his tight ring. Working as quickly as he could to finger fuck his partner.

The demon quickly turned into a moaning mess, arching his back to thrust up into the movements. Steve found it so insanely strange. This was still all rather uncharted territory. But, it was very clear that Herobrine was desperate for release. Steve almost wished he could help Herobrine more. Thought about throwing caution to the wind and allowing himself to be ravaged inside and out under the mercy of the strong god. He would make sure to reward Herobrine handsomely next time.

Fuck~ next time. He loved thinking about next time.

Thankfully, the release came just as Steve's arms were about to give out. Herobrine grabbed his body with such force that Steve knew there would be bruises for days after. He let out a silent scream and then grunted. Twitching into Steve's hand as he came. Cum leaving scalding marks on Steve’s enchanted skin. 

The burning eyes finally went dull and closed and the demon collapsed into the bed. Taking Steve with him.

The two took their time recovering. Catching their breath. Letting the haze of their orgasms wash over them. Relaxing into the mattress below them.

"S-Stevie..." 

"Yeah, gh, Brine?"

"The roof's on fire."

"Mmm." Steve turned to look. "Oh yeah. Sure is."

Herobrine waved his hand. And the flames were put out. 

Steve patted his chest. "Good job. Another problem solved. What a team we make."

Herobrine snickered and, despite many groans from Steve, sat up to assess the damage he had caused now that the monster lay dormant inside of him.

His face fell from mirth. Anxious at the realization of just how much damage he had caused. The room smelled like a forest fire. Steve found it to be pleasant but Herobrine was quickly overwhelmed by it. The wall behind them and the ceiling above it had been scorched. Not enough to cause structural damage but enough to notice. The stars were peaking through a small hole in the roof.

The bed around them hadn't fared much better. Steve's sheets were in smoldering tatters. The demon whipped around. Grabbing at his hair in despair.

"Fuck. Did I burn through the mattress!?" He choked and peaked at Steve, trying to gauge his reaction to all of this.

Steve just shrugged. "Eh, it doesn't matter."

Amused at this nonchalant response, Herobrine almost forgot his anxiety for a small laugh. "I think it does, Stevie."

"Nope. You're wrong. Get back here." Steve hissed. Grabbing Herobrine’s chest and pulling him back towards the burnt pillow. "Sleep time."

"Sleep!?"

"Sleep." Steve confirmed, having been ready to pass out after the first time he came.

"Here?"

"Ye."

"Steve, the bed reeks." A warm hand ran through his hair. "Why don't we wash up and sleep on the couch for the night?"

The miner shrugged. "I think it's fine."

'Creeeaaaaak- CRASH'

The bed decided to take this opportunity to completely collapse around them. The mattress thankfully protected them from the smoldering splinters of the frame.

'Fwom'

The splinters also caught flame once again.

"... Steven."

"Nooo. Just ignore it."

Herobrine let out a hard laugh at this and went down to give Steve a soft kiss. 

"Come on, älskling. You wanted me to be comfortable right?" He motioned to their broken bed. "This is anything but comfortable."

The chosen nickname sent shivers up and down his spine. How? How was this the same man that legends of terror were written about.

"Fiiiiine... can we still be naked, though?" Steve asked sleepily. "Wanna feel you."

"If we get some fresh blankets. I think I'll have to buy you some more." Herobrine giggled. Throwing aside one of the ripped strips of fabric that had landed on his shoulder. 

"I can't believe you're cold after all that." Steve beamed. Herobrine’s laughter was positively intoxicating. "Heh, maybe you should just use the rest of the bed as a bonfire to keep you warm."

"I'm always cold." The demon scoffed, digging himself into Steve’s body more to emphasize this. "And someone burnt a hole in our roof. It's letting out all the heat."

"We'll deal with that tomorrow."

"Mmm." 

"Hey Brine?"

"Mm?"

"Can you carry me?" He couldn't help but yawn. He could probably sleep here if he truly wanted to. He was wiped out. "I don't think my legs work."

"Oh gods!" Herobrine yelped, moving to inspect him in panic. "Did I hurt you?"

"No, no!" Steve assured him by giving his bare chest a small pat. "I can't walk in the best way dude. I came so hard, my legs are fucking jello. Whew. I still feel high after that. Wow. My body is telling me it's time for sleep."

"Heh heh, you must've chased mobs as a child." The demon scoffed and let out a long, fake sigh that disturbed his sweaty bangs. "Fine. If you must misuse my godly powers. I will whisk you away to a proper sleeping place."

The demon rolled over, bed crunching and collapsing with him. Steve stayed still for his own safety. The smoldering ashes of the broken bed frame were somewhat sharp.

Herobrine made a noise of effort, first trying to hoist himself up. Steve noticed his arms were shaking so he sat up to watch as Herobrine teleported out of the bed and onto the wooden floor.

The demon's form wobbled for a few seconds, body glitching, before collapsing to the floor with a small gasp. Steve got up immediately. The mirth and color washed from his face. The bed collapsed more as he jolted and added even more scratches to the poor miner. But he obviously was more focused on his partner.

"Hero, are you okay!?"

The demon was sprawled out on the floor. He looked up with Steve with wonder.

"Yeah." A shocked gleam lit up his face. "... You're right. My legs are jelly too."

The two blinked at each other in silence. Before smiles curled on each other their faces and the night broke out into raucous laughter.

–

After some wobbly steps together, a quick, hot as nether shower, they dried off fast, using Herobrine’s remaining heat powers to speed things along.

Steve gathered as many spare blankets and pillows he could find and made a nest on the couch. Herobrine pounced behind him and they collapsed, completely intermingled, into the nest.

Managing to get their naked forms under some of the blankets, Herobrine wrapped his arms around Steve. Cuddling him like a big teddy bear. The miner usually liked to be the big spoon but the change of pace seemed like a fair trend for the evening.

He kissed all along Herobrine’s arm. Relishing in his naked heat. Sleep was already tugging at his eyes.

"I love you." A warm voice breathed in his ear before lips pressed into his curly hair.

"Love you too." Steve hummed happily, turning to get a peak of those white orbs. "That was a rather strange night. How do you feel?"

Herobrine was silent for a second. His expression was hard to read.

"Weird, but good." Although the words still sounded uncertain. "I didn't think I could get closer to you, but somehow you managed it." 

"Did you… like it?

"Clearly." A small smile. "Though, I'm not sure I'd like to push myself like that all the time. I feel like my bones are burning from keeping in all that fire."

"So you're saying that you keep your fire in?" Steve lightly joked. "I think the roof would say otherwise."

"Yes!" Herobrine stressed, tensing around him. "That's why it's dangerous. Why I'm dangerous."

"You're not dangerous." Steve promised quietly.

The demon didn't respond. But his silence spoke volumes. They would still need to work on this.

Instead, he pivoted on the topic. Staring at Steve with curious white orbs.

"How about you?" He tilted his head. "Was it everything you wanted it to be?"

Steve hadn't even considered his own feelings. Too high off of the release and too worried for his partner. He took an equal pause to interpret the night.

"I gotta be honest…" Steve chewed on his lip. "While that fulfilled my wildest fantasies, I think I soured the experience by hurting you in the beginning."

"I think you've got that backwards." Herobrine's voice turned rough. An eyebrow was cocked. "I'm the one who hurt you, remember?"

Steve diverted his gaze. "You don't need to be bleeding to be hurt."

Herobrine grabbed his scraggly chin and brought their gaze back together. "That's true, but I'm okay, Steve, really."

 He blinked, caressing Steve's cheek.

"...And you are too."

The demon laid back. Actually processing his own words. 

"Wow… we just accomplished what I feared was impossible." Herobrine's voice shook with his head. "I thought for sure I would kill you."

Steve turned around quickly to hug Herobrine’s middle. Sensing that the demon needed some extra support. He kept the conversation light with a joke. "Well, I'm glad you didn't. I do enjoy being alive."

"H-heh. I don't know, with your tendency to take risks I'd say you have a danger kink."

"Maybe."

The two giggled and fell silent. 

"I did really enjoy that though, holy shit ."

That got Herobrine to bark out a laugh.

"I mean, when you were on top of me. Woof, I thought I was going to pass out from how fucking gorgeous you were." Steve's smile reached his ear. He indeed would think about that image for the rest of time. "I'm actually mad that I can't brag about it to anyone." 

The demon shook his head, thoroughly amused. "Oh I'm sure drunk Steve will tell Alex."

"Drunk Steve is a traitor." Steve agreed with an exasperated sigh.

"I enjoy him." Herobrine nibbled on his ear. "He gets all sloppy."

"Hey now, don't get all riled up again. I am ready to sleep ."

"Shame." He leaned down and placed a kiss on his forehead. "But do quell your fears about souring the experience. I did enjoy it and am happy with the outcome. Despite how strange it was."

"I think I am too. But thank you, I did need to hear that. I promise to-" A yawn escaped his lips. Signaling the near end of a lucid conversation. "To just ask next time… instead of… you know."

"Don't worry. I've already planned out my revenge for all this."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. You're going to love it, danger kink and all."

"Heh. I look forward to it then."

Fears indeed quelled for the evening. Bodies exhausted. Limbs entangled. The two would not have trouble sleeping tonight.

-

"Steven?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you for having faith in me when I can't. I hope only to one day return the favor."

"You already do every day, Hero. I love you."

"I love you too."

 

Chapter 5: Silence Suits You

Chapter by SplinterGirl13

- Silence Suits You -

Steven was quiet. 

Which was to be expected. This muted mood wasn’t new, it had reared its ugly head before. The miner had a tendency to be overwhelmed by most social settings. Social anxiety; Herobrine had read up on. And Alex had, once again, plopped them right in the middle of one of the largest social settings Herobrine had ever seen Steve attend.

The daughter of a wealthy baron was marrying a rancher. Alex, coincidentally, had dated them both prior to their meeting. She even remained on good terms with both women. A trend with Alex’s exes. The adventurer sure knew how to maintain bridges.

Funnily enough, having been the one to originally introduce them to each other, Alex received an invitation to attend their wedding.

The event was to be a grand celebration hosted at a fancy town hall in a city not too far from home. When queried about guests, the engaged women insisted the more the merrier! It’s daddy’s money after all. And thus, Steve and Herobrine were now to be in attendance as well.

Steve reacted in good spirits about the wedding, offering no resistance. He admitted, blushing, that he had also rendezvoused with the farm girl for a night. It didn’t go anywhere but they similarly parted on good terms. 

Dare Herobrine say, he even seemed excited about the party! Totally opposite of the prior spat he had witnessed between Alex and him regarding 'going out'.

This morning he hadn’t sensed any nervousness when Steve was running through his daily chores, as Herobrine lounged in the sun like an ocelot watching him work.

Though the demon wasn’t the best at reading people, he liked to believe he knew Steve well enough at this point to know if something was wrong. Even on a basic biological level he was completely calm. His heart rate was even, he wasn’t sweating, Herobrine smelled no fear, and his eyes were bright and clear. All the signs of a happy, healthy miner.

So what the fuck had happened over the course of a few hours?

Steve had noted the time, hanging up his pitchfork after feeding the last cow locked safely in their stall for the night. 

“We should probably go get ready. Alex will kill us if we’re late.”

“I’d like to see her try.” Herobrine scoffed, letting the piece of straw he had been chewing on burn up into a puff of smoke.

“I wouldn’t invoke the wrath of the gods like that.” Steve laughed, waving him along towards the house. The sun was only just starting to dip in the clear sky.

Indeed once Alex arrived at Steve’s little house between biomes, she wasted no time with pleasantries. Her hair was done, but she carried her suit, a bag for makeup and accessories, and some sharp looking heels neatly in her arms. Clearly not wanting it to get her outfit dirty on the way over. 

“Aren’t you going to get dressed?” She snapped, closing the door behind her. “Where’s Steve?”

“Hello to you too.” Herobrine sneered back, reaching for his bookmark to close the book he had been reading. “Steve’s in the shower. Relax, we have plenty of time!”

“We have to head out before the sun sets or it’ll look suspicious.” Alex wiggled on her feet, looking anxiously out the window. “Not everyone has their own personal mob repellent.”

“Relax.” Herobrine reiterated, which Alex did not seem happy about. “We’ll be fine.”

Her sharp gaze got him into a sitting position, setting the book aside. “Can I see what you’re wearing?” She asked as she set her stuff down on the kitchen table.

“I have all of my formal wear in the nether.” Herobrine stood, stretching to prepare for the teleport back to his portal. “I’ll get dressed there and meet you back here.”

“Wait, you didn't buy a new suit like I asked you!?” She groaned. “Briiiine-”

“Relax.” Herobrine said a third time and, in response, she threw a loose hair clip at him, which he dodged in a swift teleport towards the door. “Have a little trust, huh? I’ll be back in an hour, ready to go.”

“Something from this time period, Herobrine!” She hurriedly called after him as he opened the door. “You have to blend in, remember? I swear you get off by getting yourself into trouble.”

He decided to flip her the bird instead of dignifying that with a proper response, teleporting off to his nether portal in Steve’s mineshaft.

He was greeted by a few mobs roaming around his palace. They slunk off without needing to be told. It was silly; some of these mobs had begun acting as his personal guard. Keeping away intruders who sought to steal from his hoard. He never tried to hunt these loyal mobs, and given his past track record for blowing off steam by slaughtering dozens, it was probably a good trade off.

Nevertheless he made his presence known that he wanted to be left alone in his chambers. He would need some alone time beforehand to prepare for a night of dealing with his heightened senses dulled in a large crowd.

He took a good soak in a lava bath, lingering enough to get clean. He walked out of the pool and sauntered, nude, down to his hoard. Combing his long hair on the way with a quartz comb.

One of the rooms in the depths of his castle contained his formal wear. He hadn’t needed to move any of this stuff to Steve’s house as he hardly wore it. He liked keeping it around as an option but getting dressed all fancy only reminded him of his past life in the aether. 

He tried to brush those thoughts aside, instead focusing on getting dressed up for Steve. 

Steven…

He hadn't thought of that until now. Steve was also getting dressed up. Most likely in a suit. The only glimpse he had ever seen of Steve in formal attire was the aetherian outfit he had let him borrow as they toured his palace. And, despite how beautiful his man looked in that outfit, the aetherian regality left a tainted taste. 

A blush formed across his cheek imagining how Steve would look. Then force himself not to think about that either lest he find his hands sparking. Alex would chew him out over a singed outfit.

He knew exactly what he wanted to wear. A suit the color of netherbrick, with a black tie, black undershirt, and black dress boots.

The outfit certainly wasn't new. It was stolen from the aether from his very own room a decade or so ago. For some reason Notch's personal staff had kept his clothing intact like some crazed museum piece that no one would ever see. A fight, in which Notch specifically led him into the room, had him later on stealing everything in sight and shoving it all down here. So that Notch wouldn't have any remaining remnants of him. And his hoard’s unchanging environment kept the garments and trinkets in perfect condition.

Though dust had plenty of time to settle on the shoulders, most came off with a single swipe of the fabric, and the rest… well it was the same color as the suit. No one would notice. 

Alex chided him over his supposed fashion blindness but if he knew anything about fashion, trends resurfaced like small volcanoes. A centuries old style would blend in as easily as any new suit off the streets.

He might have paused to find it ironic that his brother's signature reds and golds fit his personal tastes to a tee had he not been once again salivating over the thought of Steve in a suit. Catching himself daydreaming as he buckled his boots, he had to lick his thumb and rub out the ashes of a stray spark.

It was easy enough to find some matching jewelry. A small gold hoop and post on one ear and a longer looping chain in the other (grateful that he remembered to pierce them again after his last respawn). A gold pocket watch that had stopped working the second it had been brought into the nether, truly ornamental. A matching gold brooch, tie clip, and-

He decided against cuffs on his suit. As soon as he placed them, they began to rub uncomfortably against his wrists, itching them and calling attention to the area. Bringing up memories of being chained down. He cursed silently to himself as he tossed them aside, the metal melting in his hands.

To calm his nerves, he focused on braiding a portion of his hair to tuck into a loose bun. He left his bangs to hang freely, curling a few strands by wrapping them around his finger and letting it heat up. Satisfied with this outcome, he dug into a small basket of makeup Alex had gifted him for his ‘birthday’ this past year. 

He applied a sharp line of eye liner on both his upper and lower lid and went with a dark red eyeshadow to match the outfit below. Subtle. A part of him knew it wouldn’t matter as he was to wear a blind fold anyways to hide his glowing eyes, but he knew Steve would see it beforehand and that was truly what mattered.

Speaking of glowing eyes, he would have to drink a small potion of weakness to dull his powers. It would help with the onslaught his senses would be exposed to in the small space, and also make sure no one saw his glowing eyes in the dark area. He chewed on his lip, hoping he had remembered to set some out for himself.

He had indeed. And he took it easily enough. Although it left a ghastly taste in his mouth and he lurked to another room to… what was the word Alex had taught him… pre-game? Breaking into some rather old aetherian brandy he kept hidden away for special occasions. The brandy went down as smooth as silk.

A broken mirror lay beside the crate. Herobrine held the bottle in his mouth, adjusting his suit, his hair, and his jewelry. Pausing to chug as this brought back faint remembrances of his past. Grooming himself for balls and meetings. Pah. He let out a little bit of silly rage by downing the rest of the alcohol and smashing the bottle against the wall. Watching it explode into a dozen tiny fragments. It made him feel better. A crazed feeling deep inside of him wanted to light his arms on fire and call up his scythe, painting his burgundy suit a darker red with the inhabitants of the nether. Instead, he popped open another bottle for good measure and decided it was probably time to go see the others.

Go see Stevie . 

He nearly glitched himself out of the nether in excitement. But wisely decided to take a slow teleport instead. He was beginning to feel the weakness spread through him. As well as the brandy.

He paused in front of the door to Steve’s house. Heart beating in his throat. He closed his eyes and spread his senses. Alex was downstairs standing at the table, Steve was upstairs in his room. Both had slightly elevated heart rates. Yet he detected no fear. Alex was most likely anxious about leaving at a proper time. And Steve… Well, he was trickier to read.

Feeling his mouth go dry, he opened the door to find Alex exactly where he knew she’d be. She appeared surprised and her heart rate steadied upon seeing him.

“Well hey now.” She smiled wide. “Not half bad, Sparky!”

“See? I know what I’m doing.” He nodded his head with a sharp smile. “And not so bad yourself.”

“Thank you, thank you.” She smiled back, doing a little twirl. She was wearing a very traditional black suit with a faint purple undershirt and dark violet tie. Though the shoulders were wider than his and her pants angled in a way so that her purple painted toes and matching glittery high heels were prominently displayed. She had done her hair beautifully with a few fresh violets from Steve’s garden woven down a side braid. Dried violets had been made into hanging earrings that merged with her curly bangs. Much tighter than his own. And her makeup had been applied even sharper. With glitter accenting her vibrant green eyes. She truly looked wonderful.

But, in all honesty, he lost interest fast, instead his eyes wandered upstairs. Swallowing a knot that had suddenly formed in his throat. 

As if reading his mind, Alex rolled her eyes and called out. “Steve! Brine’s back, let’s go !”

“C-coming!” He called. Clumsy footsteps followed. As well as a muffled crashing sound as Steve knocked something over and cursed.

“That boy.” Alex laughed, collecting her purse from off the counter. Herobrine caught the faint scent of wine as she walked over to join him. Seemed he hadn’t been the only one to pre-game.

The entirety of his senses shifted to hyper focus on Steve’s location upstairs. Following him with the intensity of a skeleton archer. 

And when the man finally descended the stairs, it felt as if time lost all meaning.

To say Steven was beautiful would be an understatement.

Steven Allaway was the most perfect being he had ever seen in all of his years of existence.

The first thing that came into frame were his polished gray boots. Not as heavy duty as his work boots but not quite dress boots. Very him. He could just hear the argument over them with Alex inside his own head. This was followed by charcoal gray pants. His suit, a dark blue. Undershirt, a scrumptious cream. Tie, dark red, somehow perfectly matching Herobrine’s color. 

The suit was tighter than his normal garb and accented his curves remarkably well. Showing off all those upper body muscles from mining and Herobrine could only imagine how the back looked. A warmth in his lower stomach told him to continue on with his inspection and not linger on Steve’s ass for too long.

He had properly groomed his beard, wore light makeup as well, though it was so faint a stranger would never notice. His curls were perfectly soft and bouncy, gelled so they were more pronounced. The demon’s hands twitched to run his hands through them. For jewelry the man had chosen a small diamond lapel pin with matching posts in his ears and cuffs on his wrists. They sparkled with a radiance Herobrine had never witnessed before.

An aroma of alluring cologne slapped him in the face and Herobrine wished he could bathe in it. The strong, musky scent consumed his thoughts and he dreamed about shoving his head into Steve’s neck and sniffing like an overexcited puppy.

And then their eyes met, and Herobrine felt as if he had respawned on the spot. Those rich violet eyes were sparkling brighter than the diamonds, if that was even possible. His makeup framed them perfectly and made them pop.

Steve finally made it to the bottom step and froze like a deer. Expression completely unreadable, but maybe only because Herobrine was still lost trying to take it all in without burning down the building. 

Thank the gods above that he could hold his breath for long periods of time because he actively forgot to breathe until what must’ve been minutes of him staring at Steve. Alex finally nudged him in the gut, coughing and saying under her breath so only he could hear. “Compliment him, stupid.”

Compliment him? There wasn’t a poet alive nor dead that could properly compliment this picture of perfection. He had read great works of immortals who had dedicated their entire lives to the craft. And they would be but fools to try to even begin coming up with a sentence suiting Steve's radiance.

“ Wow .” Was the brilliant line his brain decided on.

“Yeah, wow.” Alex said, trying to add a little more enthusiasm to the statement. “You clean up nice, bro!”

Steve didn’t seem to hear her. He stepped forward, reaching up so slowly, like trying not to spook a feral cat. The miner’s calloused hands fiddled with Herobrine’s collar, undoing the tie that had been tied extremely poorly by himself. The demon tried not to melt, holding his breath and focusing on Steve’s every move. A look of concentration on his partner’s face as he slowly fixed the piece of fabric. Expertly tying it and pressing it into place. Once done, he stepped back to observe his work.

A beautiful blush formed on the crown of his nose at the sight of him, bringing the entire sensation full circle, and Herobrine felt the floor begin to burn beneath him. Steve must’ve noticed as his blush deepened. The fire burned hotter.

When neither man spoke, moved, or breathed , Alex clapped her hands together, attempting to break them out of their trance. “Shall we go or are you two going to be weird for a little longer?”

“H-hold on, I forgot something upstairs.” Steve stuttered, throat sounding hoarse. Before they could even ask, the man had darted away.

These were the last words that Herobrine would hear him speak for a while.

But the demon didn’t know that yet. He was too busy confirming his suspicions about how glorious Steve’s butt would look in those pants; watching him quickly dash up the stairs. He nearly tipped over trying to watch him the whole way up. Alex asked Herobrine if he was alright, and snorted when the demon sighed out a dignified ‘yahuh?’.

Thankfully he kept his composure long enough to allow Alex to secure a blindfold to his head, easy to push up so he could teleport them to their destination. He would have to go slow, as the weakness potion decreased the distance he could teleport and he would have the two mortals in tow. But Alex assured them that they were surprisingly on time, which she didn’t believe was possible. He opened his mouth to tell her to relax again but closed it upon receiving a sharp look.

Steve quickly joined them and before they could get lost in each other’s eyes, Herobrine took the mortals' hands and teleported them out the door. Only pausing briefly for Steve to lock the house behind them.

The trip went well, and Steve wasn’t displaying any signs of his usual motion sickness with the pace they set. The evening was pleasantly cool and yet the wind carried the warmth of late spring. The demon took a moment to appreciate it, closing his eyes and holding his face up to smell the air. Instead, getting a perfect whiff of Steve’s cologne and insisting they keep going. Blaming the breeze in the air but truly if he didn't move the monster inside of him was going to try acting upon his instinctual urges.

They arrived just outside of town and made their way to the busy main road leading into it. Herobrine tried to lift up his hood but realized it was not there. Alex helped him by tugging gently on his blindfold with a small, sad smile. Which Herobrine didn't understand but his thoughts melted away as Steve linked arms and led him along. Despite the fact that he could somewhat see out of the blindfold, it helped with the non-threatening aesthetic he was going for.

Playing blind helped more than he’d give credit for. People didn’t bother him and he’d have to keep a hand on Steve at all times.

The demon tried to express his gratitude and blatant fondness towards him but Steve was staring straight ahead. A worrying expression on his face. He was subtly biting his lip, brow furrowed in concentration. He looked uncomfortable already and they hadn't gotten into the main crowd yet.

Herobrine leaned down to whisper into his ear and Steve all but flinched away. Breathing too hard. Sweating even more. 

Uh oh. 

"Steven." He whispered and the man shuddered so hard that it might have been mistaken for an earthquake. "Do you want to go back?"

Alex heard this as Herobrine evidently did not hush his panicked voice well. She turned on her heel and fell in line with them. "You okay, Stevie?"

He gave her a look that must've said something in their silent language. Her lip twitched in question. And then Steve made a couple of hand signals. A different unspoken language the demon had been learning but not quickly enough to keep up with two experts.

"Says he's okay." Her voice sounded surprised. "And he'd let us know if he wasn't."

She wasn't fully convinced it seemed. "And yet he's not talking which means I know he isn't okay." She stopped in front of them. Forcing them to block the flow of traffic. "So what's up?"

Steve was sweating harder now. His hands shakily flew through some motions to Alex and she took them all in with a blank face. Which made Herobrine anxious. He gripped Steve's arm who moved to gently pat him before continuing.

Alex shrugged and turned. "He's insisting that he's okay and he very much wants to attend. Never really seen him act like this before."

"Well… okay." Herobrine huffed. "As long as you're sure you're okay."

Steve nodded, a blush forming all the way to his ears when their eyes briefly met.

So they moved on as it was all they could do.

The next hour was a flurry of movement. Entering the city with the crowd. Being ushered inside and told to sit anywhere they wanted. Alex chose a place near the back to make the boys more comfortable. Which was good because the entire scene was an onslaught to Herobrine’s senses.

The town square was beautifully decorated. The hall had lampposts running up to it, which had little lights draped between them. A dance floor and many tables and chairs had been set up under them. Candles glowed everywhere in an effort to disway mobs. Sweet, white roses dotted the room. The town hall itself remained partially open as the kitchen inside of it was being utilized. As well as the restrooms for the guests. Though an announcement had been made that those were the only places open to guests, and the rest of the hall had been locked up. But the demon could hear and smell the kitchen hard at work with their staff inside.

Herobrine had to pause to close his eyes and steady his breathing. Focus on Steve's heartbeat instead of the onslaught of conversations happening around him. His battle hardened brain went through the motions. The weakness potion seemed to be helping as well.

It still never failed to amaze him when he casually went out in public like this. Like he wasn't a wolf amongst sheep. It made him feel almost normal.

Once everyone arrived, the ceremony began quickly. The commencement between the two had been lovely. The beautifully dressed partners stood on a stage in full view of the outdoor tables, exchanging their vows and kissing many times. There were speeches, teary eyes, laughter, and cheering.

Once the serious business was taken care of, the marriage certificates signed by each family, and the stars had risen fully in the dark sky, the baron announced for the festivities to begin!

And so here they sat. 

Herobrine tried desperately to engage Steve in conversation, in which he had absolutely no success. Steve would barely even look at him. And, despite its commonality, Steve’s silence and distancing worried him to the core.

Steven would try but it got cumbersome for Alex to translate every time. They ended up dropping the subject and returned to awkward silence.

The miner had barely touched his food that had been placed before them. A small piece of squab with some roasted veggies and a big scoop of mashed potatoes. He poked at it absentmindedly, nibbling on some of the delicacies. But the drink? It was hard to keep his cup filled. An open bar indeed, with no servers keeping track of how much each guest was served. A party this large was uncommon and truly the baron was trying to make it a night to remember for his only child and the beautiful woman she was marrying.

Herobrine found himself doing somewhat of the same. While the food smelled delicious, a knot of worry for his partner consumed his appetite. 

It consumed his focus as well, he didn’t realize dances between the families, cutting of the cake, throwing of the flowers, all those traditional wedding activities had happened. Time flew by. But eventually, Steve stood, swaying only slightly as he did. And he finally spoke! Oh the relief at hearing words!

And yet Herobrine’s heart sank upon taking in their meaning.

“I’m, uh, going to the bathroom… the alcohol isn’t settling the best.”

Herobrine stood immediately, the knot of anxiety exploding in his gut. He had never taken care of a completely inebriated Steve, and wasn’t sure the best procedure to go about doing so.

“Would you like for me to accompany you?”

Steve pursed his lips and shook his head no, an expression on his face that Herobrine couldn’t quite place. “I’m okay. I’ll be right back.”

He would have protested had the words not sounded so convincing. Plus, one of his jobs in the aether was to smooth talk drunks into making deals with his brother. Steve seemed drunk, sure, but not too far gone. Perhaps truly it was just a bubble of gas and nothing more. He would insist on less drinks and maybe some food when he returned, but for now…

Herobrine sat and watched him leave. Trying to squash the fear that something was wrong by sipping on his fruity vodka from a small straw and watching Steve’s round features sway enticingly through the crowd. A decent distraction.

Alex took Steve’s place and began chatting with Herobrine properly. Asking him about his suit. Offhandedly apologizing for not trusting his style earlier; it was clear the demon had good taste, even in a century he was unfamiliar with.

Just when Herobrine was about to get up to ask for another drink, Alex placed her hand on his.

“He’s been gone for a while.” Her voice quivered so slightly anyone else would have missed it.

“Oh, he has?” One thing Herobrine was truly bad at was keeping time. His internal clock was all sorts of messed up from decades of living in the nether. 

“Can you go check on him?”

“Of course.”

He got up a little unsteady. Surprised at how drunk he had gotten too. His pregame, combined with his strong choice of drink, his weakness potion, and the concentration it took to dull his senses in the loud crowd, made him wobble slightly, buzz rushing to his head all at once.

Alex snorted at this. Also surprised as she had seen him down jars of hard liquor before without breaking a sweat. "Think you can make it, Sparky? You boys having trouble holding your alcohol?"

"F'ck off." Herobrine drawled, discreetly flipping her off again which earned him a giggle.

He walked slowly towards the town hall, making sure to keep his head down to not draw too much attention. He didn't want anyone questioning the blindfold. Thankfully, lurking around crowded spaces was something the monster was good at. He put his fancy feather falling feet to good use.

Once up the quartz stairs and through the door he swerved past staff as they carried drinks and cake in and out.

The communal bathroom was just inside to the left and he pushed through that door as well. The people at the urinals were very much not Steve. And a quick check of the rows of stalls revealed nothing. He didn't see Steve's boots under them.

Fuck. Where was he? Worry inked through his mind and he suddenly felt very claustrophobic in the small space.

He hurriedly left the bathroom, trying not to glitch or teleport as he did so, and moved to find a dark corner. He forced himself to sit down on a bench and glance to see if anyone was paying attention to him. Thankfully he seemed to be out of the way enough that no one even gave him a second glance. Most people were more interested in working or using the bathroom and getting back to the party.

Hrm.

Deciding the fastest way to find Steve was to locate him with his powers, Herobrine crossed his legs, closed his eyes, pressed his pointer fingers to his thumbs and rested his elbows on his knees. Sucking in a few even breaths to calm down and concentrate. 

He needed to locate Steve's energy amongst all of the noise.

While he had practiced this many times before, it was much more difficult here than in a cave system where he only had to filter out mobs. Steve's energy might have been very familiar to him, but it was still a mortal's signature. Unlike his brother or other aetherian gods who stood out to him like the sun, a mortal was more akin to a candle with different scents, sizes, and flickers.

He didn't sense Steve in the bathroom or kitchen. And it took him quite a while to scan outside amongst the main crowd.

He found his hands shaking and sweat dribbling from his brow from the effort it took to search. To focus on each signature. But Steve was unequivocally nowhere to be found.

His brow furrowed and he had to take a few more breaths. Repeating in his mind to stay calm. If anything, this was rational Steve behavior. Last time Steve needed to go into an alley to calm down. Away from people. It would make sense that he would seek solitude.

So Herobrine shifted his posture on the bench, refocusing himself to search outside of the party.

It was like hooking a fish on a line with the proper bait. Immediately he got a hit. He found Steve's heartbeat close to his right. Behind the locked office doors of the town hall.

Confused, he shook his head and checked again, pinging the energy as he stood. Definitely Steve. 

How odd.

Trying to be discrete, he hiked up the blindfold to better see and sauntered over to the double doors beside him. Looking in through the small slit of glass, the lights were all off. Though with his nightvision, he had no issues seeing. 

He didn't see Steve right away. He tried the handle, and to his surprise, it turned with a 'click'. Perhaps they had forgotten to lock it?

He hurried through, just in case anyone spotted him, and let the door shut gently behind him.

The noise from outside was now muffled. He found a lock on the door and clicked it closed. Hoping to deter anyone from following. He turned to walk forward. His dress shoes echoed on the hardwood floor.

"Steven?" He called.

A shadow shifted in the direction of Steve's energy just down the hall. A man was leaning against a door in the dark. To Herobine's relief, it was definitely his partner. What he was doing, however? Herobrine had absolutely no idea.

"Steve, are you okay?"

The miner made no movements. Just stood there. Waiting for him.

Herobrine swallowed and nearly tripped as a familiar feeling washed over him.

… These hallways simulated a cave quite nicely, hmm?

And it had been a difficult task to find Steve given the miner got a head start.

It was almost as if Steve had let himself be hunted .

A dark feeling ran up his spine as the monster smiled. 

They had found their prey, afterall~

Herobrine found his mouth dry as he tried to concentrate. Now was not the time to get excited. Steve might be sick. He might be anxious about the crowd. Might need help-

"Steve?" He called again and the body on the door shifted to attention. "Are you- mph !?"

Herobrine's hands went up in fists as he fought hard against the warrior instinct inside of him to kick Steve hard in the groin and throw him aside. Feeling like he was being attacked, but knowing that wasn't the case. Steve would never attack him.

Well, to be fair. Steve was attacking him. But only his mouth. 

Their lips crashed hard, taking Herobrine's breath away as the smell of cologne and alcohol flushed his senses. He was only faintly aware of a small rumble of a purr deep in his chest as his eyes slipped shut.

The miner had turned and pounced. Wrapping his arms around Herobrine’s neck and grabbing fistfulls of hair. Tearing off the blindfold completely and undoing his ponytail. Letting stray strands waft over their faces. Slamming their mouths together in a way that was sure to give Steve a nasty bruise. But Herobrine couldn't focus on that as Steve moved to pry Herobrine’s lips open and was running his tongue along his sharp teeth. Making desperate little gasps when his tongue caught on the canines.

The demon was left to breathlessly try and make heads or tales of the situation. He could feel Steve's warm body grinding up against him. But he was too confused to try and do anything back. 

Confusion overriding arousal, he wrangled control of the situation, pressing his head up to breathe and ask:

“Wait, Stevie, what’s happen- woah !”

Steve already grabbed his tie and pulled him backwards into the room of the door he had leaned up against. And Herobrine let himself be led out of sheer confusion.

It was clearly someone's office. Moonlight filtered beautifully in through a large window with blinds framing the scene. It had a desk with several papers strewed upon it. Quill and inkwell. A portrait of a cat. Books on an overfilled bookshelf. A worn out chair. And a plant which looked like it needed less watering.

But Herobrine couldn't focus on his surroundings for long. When the door closed shut behind them, Steve reversed his movement to press Herobrine ever so gently against it. Making sure not to pin him. Prompting him for more kisses. Worming his hands up to his hair again to bring his head down to meet him.

"Woah." Herobrine instead said, leaning back to try once again to gain control. Steve tried to follow his mouth but shuddered instead as the movement made their groins meet. 

Oh . He hadn't realized before that Steve was positively rock hard underneath his suit.

The demon's eyes widened in realization as those violet orbs fluttered open to reveal completely blown wide pupils.

The miner licked his puffy lips. Expression saying everything that it needed to.

But Herobrine had to be certain. He said through somewhat gritted teeth. Licking his lips in return.

"So, you're feeling okay?"

Steve didn't breathe. 

"You just said you felt sick to get me here? To get us here?"

"..."

"Rrrrrrr~"

All it took was the slightest of nods and the monster did the rest. A slight lapse in control, Herobrine hoisted Steve up by the ass and teleported forward. Shoving him hard onto the desk. Items on it clatted onto the floor. But the demon was too busy nipping at Steve's lips to catch them. Cupping Steve's ass and squeezing it the way he had wanted to all night long.

Steve accepted the motions with a needy moan. Opening his lips wide to breathe out in pleasure. His hips rocked upwards in time with Herobrine’s squeezes as best they could, pinned against the desk.

The demon groaned, moving to grip the desk so hard that it groaned back. His hips pushed down on their own accord. Connecting their groins together. Grinding into each other. White spots framed his vision.

Steve's head keened backwards as his breath came ever faster. His hands flew to loosen the burgundy tie around his neck, as if it were impacting his ability to suck down air, revealing a blush that followed down his neck.

After a few seconds of mindless rutting, in which Herobrine was getting up to speed in his own arousal, the miner shifted and fumbled for something in his pocket. Once found, he ran his hand down Herobrine’s arm. Forcing the hand from the desk and shoving a few things into it. 

The demon paused to look down, growling in approval at what he saw. His pants all at once became utterly uncomfortable and it took a lot of willpower to not just burn them straight off.

Two condoms and a bottle of lube. Steve had been planning for this all along.

Recollection hit Herobrine hard enough to knock some sense back into him. He looked down at the miner. "You grabbed this when you went upstairs didn't you?"

Steve nodded enthusiastically.

The demon blinked. "Had you been planning this the whole time?"

Steve's blush deepened and Herobrine struggled to keep his composure to keep up a conversation. He knew he must've been putting off heat because Steve was absolutely sweating bullets, makeup running down in streaks. 

He swore the plant in the corner might have looked happier having some of the water evaporate off of it.

But Steve shook his head 'no', a goofy grin on his face with his lids half lidden. He reached up slowly and grazed Herobrine's cheek before running his hand lazily down his suit. Violet eyes following his own hand's motion. His gaze stood stuck on the outfit the demon was wearing.

Herobrine smirked. "I'm guessing you liked the suit, huh?"

Steve's expression of eagerness made Herobrine laugh. Sparks flew into the air, popping from his happy mood. A stray spark caught a piece of paper left on the table, causing it to flare up. It caught Herobrine's attention and he put it out with a frown. 

He scanned his inventory and felt his heart sink. Unlike Steve, he very much had not been planning on any promiscuous activities to happen. He had not grabbed any fire protection.

It was part of his 'healing journey' and of course was proving that his hoarding tendencies were not always a bad thing. But he tried to travel lighter nowadays. It made him feel safer somehow (which he never admitted that Steve was correct in saying he would). Not constantly planning for an attack made him less inclined to think about a looming attack.

"Wasn't this place supposed to be locked up?" He asked, curious about Steve's choice in rooms. Perhaps he could convince him to teleport home and get the proper tools to allow them to go at it with no qualms. The weakness potion plaguing him clearly had no effect on his fire powers. A single spark was all it took to burn down a village, something Herobrine had too much experience with. 

The next sentence felt silly to him, "Should we even be in here?"

Steve snorted, reaching into his hair, he produced two of Alex's hair pins.

That threw Herobrine even more off guard. "Since when can you pick locks-"

Apparently Steve lost his patience as he wrapped his legs around Herobrine’s waist and pulled him closer. Trying to steal a kiss. But Herobrine was quicker. He grabbed Steve's shoulders and used the momentum to shove him down onto the desk. So that their bodies were flush.

Steve didn't seem to care, he moved to cup Herobrine's head. But Herobrine grabbed his arms, pinning them above his head.

The man pouted at him. Hands twitching. An expression that read 'what gives? I'm done with foreplay, please ravish me'. Or at least that's what Herobrine interpreted.

Trying to get his thoughts straight and remembering the reason why he forced them to stop in the first place, Herobrine sighed.

"As much as I'd like to do nothing but bite every inch of you." Herobrine chuckled when Steve's eyes sparkled at the idea. "You have to admit that this is highly unusual behavior for you."

Steve raised an eyebrow. As if he disagreed and this was the most normal thing in the world. So Herobrine clarified. 

"You're quiet." 

Steve let out a frustrated huff and leaned his head back, closing his eyes. Funnily enough not wanting to talk things through and just get straight to the romping.

"You're never this quiet." Herobrine held the two hands up with his one hand and then moved his other hand to cup the front of Steve's pants, massaging the bulge gently. Granting him a little bit of stimulation as it was beginning to feel cruel by not touching Steve. "So I want to know what's wrong."

Steve gasped as Herobrine moved to undo his fancy belt, expertly undo his button, and unzip the zipper. Going slow just to make Steve squirm.

Okay, yes it was still being cruel, but he was still a monster. A little bit of torture wouldn't hurt anyone right?

Herobrine just barely shifted Steve's waistline to allow the miner's boner to bounce free from its confines of the tight gray dress pants. He was still in his worn boxers, and he had clearly tucked his dick upwards in his belt line to hide his erection prior to Herobrine touching him.

The relief was palpable. The man melted beneath him. Eyes fluttered as his body twitched and shook.

But that was all the demon did. Herobrine moved back to pin the miner with both hands. No matter how much of him wanted to jump him and fuck as fast as they possibly could, a stronger part of him remembered how amazing it felt when Steve respected his space. The warm sentiment flowed from his lips.

"You're the one that taught me about respecting boundaries." 

The pleading look Steve gave him nearly broke him. And he quickly had to blink away white. He closed his eyes to help him get through the next sentence.

"I need to make sure you're okay. It's the right thing to do."

He peaked open an eye at Steve and once again, nearly fucking lost it because now Steve had the audacity to look proud of him.

"Tell me what's on your mind. And I'll do whatever you want." Herobrine spoke.

Steve opened his mouth but produced no sound. This seemed to confuse him so he cleared his throat and tried again.

"You're-" Steve gasped for air as if the simple word had taken all of his breath. "Ahh. You're s-so damn beautiful, Brine."

Herobrine blinked. Not expecting a compliment. The desk beneath them quaked.

Once the words started, they didn't stop. Steve rambled on as if he had a fever. 

"It's just… overwhelming. Gods, dude. I've been hard since before we left the house. I…fuck...nearly rubbed one out just thinking about what you'd look like after you left to get ready. But Alex was there and that was weird. I figured…I could make it until after the party. And then you and I could have something to look forward to when we came back. But then, damn, I saw you and got so hard I thought about just getting rid of the boner upstairs but then I knew you would hear and come upstairs and then we'd never leave and-"

Herobrine cupped Steve's chin up with a hum. Stopping his mouth from moving. He allowed their hips to roll forward together. Steve let out a noiseless moan. Face tightened like he was screaming in pleasure.

"Heh, the sight matched the fantasy?" Herobrine leaned down to whisper in his ear. The miner shuddered, so overwhelmed by arousal that a tear slipped from his lid.

"Y-you're so much better than I could have ever imagined." Steve gasped. "Not just the suit. But you. Gods, you ! I looked at you and-"

"And?"

Those piercing violet eyes met his and the intensity of the stare had Herobrine dribbling precum in his pants. He had to bite his lip to keep from pouncing. Waiting for the answer. No matter what the monster wanted to do, he needed to hear the answer.

"And I realized that...that you never cease to surprise me. I want to be with you, to cherish you, with all of my body, heart, and soul."

Herobrine cupped Steve’s face with both hands, the lust in those dimmed eyes exploded with passion and adoration. A spell lulled his body as he rocked forward tilting his head to swallow the sweet soft moans of the other.

Steve shifted the tone from passion to desperation very quickly. Turning the kiss nasty. The taste of alcohol seemed more prevalent on his breath.

The miner was clearly done with being gentle and slow. He bit down hard on Herobrine’s lip, enough to break skin, pulling an equally desperate growl from Herobrine.

Steve pulled back. Blood on his lip. "And I want you to fuck me. Right here. Right now."

White consumed his vision so quickly that he mistook it for blacking out. He was only vaguely aware that he had tugged Steve's pants completely off of his legs. Throwing them out of the way so that he didn't burn them. The smell of singed fabric and skin met his nose and brought him back to reality. He gasped like a drowning man coming to the surface but Steve dragged him right back down by wiggling free from his underwear and presenting his length, red with irritation, gunky with sweat, and so very erect. 

He didn't realize he had deep throated the man until Steve was tugging at his hair.

"P-please Brine." He sounded desperate. "Inside… you."

A growl of possessiveness flashed through him which made Steve mewl. I'll have you any way I want, mortal. You're mine and mine alone! He deepthroated him further, pushing him up by squeezing those two beautifully plump cheeks.

“Hero!” He gasped, bucking to the movements. “Hero, I need you, please-”

While growling, he released the man’s cock with a pop and a trail of saliva that connected his lips to the man’s tip. Squinting to watch as Steve’s mouth worked in silent pleads. 

“P-please…Aaah…p-p~”

Gods, Steve was begging him for a pleasure that only he could provide. If that wasn’t the hottest thing in all the realms.

If you look like that now…imagine how you will look with me deep within you… 

“Y-Yes!”

Ah. He hadn’t meant to say that part out loud. The deep voice inside him huffed. Angry at having to be contained to go slower to suit the needs of the mortal. A part of him was sick of leaving Steve hanging for so long, and the other was becoming addicted listening to the silent screams, wanting to hear more. 

The demon curled, fumbling for the buttons to undo the top of his burgundy suit but nearly flew backwards in surprise when Steve grabbed his hand. 

"Leave it on." The mortal miner commanded the wild beast who hissed at being interrupted. And yet accepted the conditions once Steve reached down and started fishing his dick out of his pants.

Herobrine purred, moving his warm digits up to touch Steve’s curls. Ruining their perfect position, completely undoing them. Reveling in their satisfying crunch from the dried gel as Steve started pumping his, now freed, dick.

“That’s a good boy.” Steve said gently.

Which did its job as it threw Herobrine off guard. White fading that he didn’t know was there, he chuckled. He cleared his raw throat.

The demon purred, running his hands down to undo Steve’s dress shirt buttons. As carefully as he dared. Both eager to get Steve undressed, and trying not to burn any other clothing. A difficult task. But once Steve was laid open before him, still wearing the beautiful suit around him like an open robe, the demon's breath hitched in raw adoration.

Herobrine pressed his lips to Steve’s neck, tugging the tie that remained completely away as if he was unwrapping the last string on a present.

“I am very much not a good boy.”

He bit down hard on Steve’s beautifully flushed neck.

“Ah! D-damn.” Steve shuddered beneath him. And wormed a hand up to his head to keep him there.

They shifted in perfect sync. Steve helped lather up Herobrine’s fingers with the lube from the bottle. The mortal’s fingers lingered every time they came in contact with the suit. He spread his legs, leaning back, and Herobrine obliged. Finally giving Steve what he wanted.

“Ffffuuuuuu-”

Herobrine smirked, focusing on pepering as many kisses as he could below the neckline. Knowing the marks he left wouldn’t be visible with the suit on. He let his finger slip in and out of Steve’s puckered hole. Slowly working in a second and scissoring. 

This man, once again, became putty in his hand. 

Herobrine would never grow tired of it. If Steven was immortal like him, he could do this every hour of every day until the end of time, and he would still smile like it was the first wonderful time it happened.

And good gods, the way Steve’s walls squeezed around his fingers was like magic. Still too tight to start, but the monster inside of him itched to hurry things along. His hands started warming up again, he could feel them. He had smelt burning lube before, and the whiff of it made him pull his finger out with a much too satisfying pop.

“Shit." He hissed, closing his eyes. Catching his breath. Trying to ignore the twitching of his dick in time to his heartbeat. He was losing control fast. An energy bubbled inside of him, demanding to come out.

"Oh Brine~" Steve spread his legs, misinterpreting the move. Thinking they were both ready now. Most likely knowing he wasn’t, but willing to hurt himself to feel that mind numbing pleasure he had been craving all night.

The situation around them. The papers on the floor, the wooden desk, the plant, the party, the people… the very non fireproof people just outside . It all became very real all at once.

"Stevie, this is a bad place to do this." 

Angered by his own sentence, he curled forward and growled. Hissing out through his teeth as he quivered.

He wanted to punch a hole through the wall. Break the desk in half. Bring the whole damn building down. He wanted to come undone. It was getting harder and harder to keep his composure. Made him less inclined to WANT to keep it. Especially when Steve was acting this way. 

"This is a very flammable room." He grunted, forcing himself to look at the burn marks he had already slashed on the table. The mistakes he had thankfully carved into wood and not flesh. “There are people outside… if I lose control-”

"Brine~" Steve didn't seem to care about that. His arms ran down Herobrine’s chest. “Please~”

"You've caught me off guard.” He spat. “Let’s teleport home and-"

"Please!"

“Hhhhh.” 

It was clear what was happening here. Steve drug him here for specifically one reason. And how was Herobrine supposed to say no to that? How could he not attempt to love Steve when he was staring up at him with wide violet eyes. Ripped open and vulnerable. So utterly ready for him.

And Herobrine so wanted him back.

The demon growled to himself. He had endured torture at the hands of gods . He could keep the fire back. He could do this. He wouldn’t lose control. He wouldn’t hurt Steve. The white wouldn’t take over and he wouldn’t wake up to find the entire village dead.

He wasn’t that person anymore. He was so much stronger. Steve was here. It would be okay.

He sucked in a deep breath and kissed his love. Kissed him so intensely his head felt light. Steve hummed, letting Herobrine lead the kiss. Unspokenly, he moved down to continue fingering himself open.

The demon did nothing but focus on Steve. Listening to his increased heartbeat. Smelling that beautiful scent. Feeling his groomed beard. Tasting the alcohol on his breath.

The miner became too vocal to kiss, as his breaths came out as moans. He was fully fucking himself on his own fingers. Getting some of the pent up frustration out. Steve knew himself best and was able to prepare himself faster than Herobrine ever could.

Finding confidence that this was a sign they could start, he unpackaged the two condoms, slipping one on Steve (who stopped fingering himself to keen at the touch) and slipping the other on himself. It would help with the cleanup.

"P-please." Steve whimpered, body bucking, hands gripping the desk. "Hero~"

The demon obliged. Grabbing Steve's hips and pressing his tip up to the prepared hole.

"Y-yes, yes, yes- AH!!!!"

Herobrine bottomed out in one go. Steve's body swallowed him whole. The demon made a choked grunt in his throat at the warm, wet, perfect feeling. Unable to stop the monster's insatiable desire, he moved back out completely and thrust back in a couple times. Desperate to continue feeling this way. Going much too fast. Going much too deep and-

Steve screamed. 

Louder than Herobrine had ever heard him do in the bedroom. It scared the monster straight out of Herobrine; anxieties from before all flooding back to him like a bursting dam. 

"Steven!" Herobrine pulled out quickly, smelling the air for blood. Wanting to teleport away and hide forever, he was certain that he had already fucked up. He had let the monster loose. And now had to deal with the consequences.

But Steve’s goofy expression made him pause. The miner looked like a dog who had just caught the mailman. So utterly in bliss it was somewhat funny. His glazed eyes turned to Herobrine. 

“W-why did you stop? Get back in there, dude.”

The giggling, sing-song tone threw off Herobrine. Under the thick scent of Steve’s cologne, he caught the whiff of another familiar scent.

He looked down to find Steve's dick only half hard now. The clear condom filled with cum.

With the scare of hurting Steve, he had completely missed the miner convulsing under him, tensing and thrusting.

It took him half a second more to realize that Steve hadn't screamed because he hurt him, he screamed because of an orgasm. An untouched one at that. Made even more clear once Herobrine confirmed there was no blood anywhere. And Steve's expression was very discernable.

And now he was waiting expectantly for more. Hard and fast, as was their style.

Herobrine couldn't help but laugh. Covering his face as he blushed. The ridiculousness of the situation catching up with him.

"What?" Steve's anxiety was palpable as an equal blush peppered his nose.

"You've never done that before!" Herobrine smiled down at the man he loved so very dearly. Absentmindedly pumping himself to get back into the groove. Playing back the sound in his head over and over. Allowing his hands to heat up to simulate the miner's tight body. The freedom to use his energy was relaxing.

"We've never done this before." Steve watched him with blatant desire. Licking his lips, his length twitched and grew. "I've never done something like this before."

"Have I discovered a new kink of yours?"

Steven raised an eyebrow with a smirk. "Kanske du har, Älskling"

Herobrine became rock hard in an instant. And it was Steve's turn to laugh. Knowing the sweet talk in his native language was one of Herobrine’s personal turn ons.

“Oh so it’s like that is it?” The air glitched around Herobrine as he lined them up again. Spreading Steve's legs lovingly. The miner continued to moan out. Sprinkling in a few praises to drive Herobrine insane.

"That's it, Brine. Yes, mph, perfect, ah, l-love you-"

Despite the desire to do nothing else but milk the miner of his entire repertoire of compliments, something forced him to pause before pressing in. 

His ear twitched. Alerting him to danger.

He halted, shifting focus to the outside world.

"H-hero?"

“Hold on.” Herobrine soothed him by pressing in lightly and thrusting gently. “Gotta make sure no one is coming to investigate.”

Steve seemed pleased with this, gripping the back of the desk. His eyes were lulled, staring up at him happily.

Herobrine let the rhythms fall into the background and focused on their surroundings. Eerily enough like he would do when he went into battle. He listened into a couple of conversations. It seemed like a couple of people had heard the scream. One cook in the kitchen was mumbling about drunk people and not being paid enough under his breath. But no one was actively coming to investigate. The one off, distant scream wasn’t suspicious enough.

However, Steve was starting to get vocal once more. As Herobrine’s concentration was pulled back, he realized he had increased his pace and was going deeper than he had before. And Steve was absolutely loving every thrust of his hips.

“Ah, y- YES , Brine, mmph, fuck -”

It was harder to pull his concentration from that, but people did seem to hear some of the louder moans he was pulling from the miner. He felt a shift in energy, as people came closer to investigate.

While his focus was on them, the monster was let loose to do what it wanted to Steve. A knot in his belly, hot and ready, he thrust as hard as he could into the miner. Wanting, needing to hear the miner’s cries.

" BRI -mph!”

Rationale returning. A hand clamped over Steve's mouth, stifling his moans.

“Stevie, we need to be quiet!” Herobrine spoke sharp but softly, hoping to dissuade people from investigating further. “Last thing Alex needs is the knowledge that we embarrassed her by fucking like rabbits in some random guy’s office.”

“Mph!” Steve wiggled from his hold, panting, eyes blown absolutely wide. “Hah... ah... shit... Herobrine? Just for right now, please do that again.”

“What?”

“Keep me quiet, just for right now, please. I need you so bad. Feels- good ."

"Heh. Oh? What happened to you being quiet before?"

But Steve was already gone. He nestled his beard into Herobrine’s hand to help stifle the moans and started grinding down on his dick.

So this was the way this was going to go, huh? Herobrine's hand itched. If Steve wanted that, the demon would have to figure out something else. He had no desire to burn the miner. The table, maybe, but his hands were giving off too many sparks to keep near the man's delicate mouth and beard.

An idea floated by. The monster smiled in agreement.

Hands moved up to his neck, he burned through the fabric of the tie and yanked it off. The monster commanded his actions, unwilling to spend time untying it. Steve seemed saddened at this, until Herobrine unbuttoned the top few buttons to expose his neck and a hint of chest, which apparently was satisfying enough of a view. 

Herobrine had to move slowly, as if not to spook himself into tripping into the white light. He wrapped it tight around Steve's mouth and the back of his head.

"Tie that." Herobrine commanded with some energy behind it, pushing aside any embarrassment that he had with not being good with knots.

Steve obliged, lazily looking up at him in a haze. Shuddering with excitement at the idea. He tied it a little tighter than Herobrine would have wanted. 

Herobrine’s lip grimaced at the sight of Steve’s mouth being gagged, oh but the monster relished in it.

The glazed thousand yard stare, the dark pink flush across the man’s entire body. Drool leaked from the dark fabric in his mouth.

Legs spread wider, as if igniting a piece of TNT.

Tick, tick, boom.

Herobrine pounded into the other. The desk squeaked and squealed beneath them. The gag did its job as every breathy yelp and moan stayed in the man’s throat. The demon’s bruising grip dug deep with increasing heat.

Like a punch to the gut, those amethyst eyes fluttered to stare at him. This sight. Him with his shirt partially unbuttoned, tieless, yet fully suited, and ramming him into oblivion.

What the demon would give to get a single glimpse into that mind. Whatever fantasy was playing out in reality. How the world looked through his shining eyes. Herobrine saw his glowing eyes reflecting in Steven’s. Bright, despite the weakness.

It was hard to imagine that Steve felt exactly the same way that Herobrine felt. He didn’t think he deserved this. After all of those years. Being under the hard rule of his brother. Being locked up in a netherrack prison. And now, he was attending a wedding with his partner, rearranging his guts in an office, while the man screamed so loud for more that he needed to be muzzled.

Wow indeed.

White light building with every thrust, he slammed into Steve, leaving harsh bruises on both of his hips. Steve’s muffled screams were like an enchanted spell, pushing him further and further into bliss. He searched for Steve’s sweet spot. Hitting it a few times to feel the full bodied shakes that wracked the one below him. Sweat dripped from his nose, hitting and evaporating on Steve’s exposed belly. That beautiful, hairy muffin top jiggled with every jerk. The demon watched, lapping all of it up, until his eyes were forced to slip closed, body shaking, hips losing their rhythm. 

He came hard, grunting and growling deep in his throat, so much so that he could feel every tensing of the muscles in his neck. Steve was squirming, looking like he was lost. The gag was completely soaked through around his lips. He was biting it on one side. Those violet eyes pleaded up at him.

"Mmph-" Steve squirmed.

"W̴a̸y̵ ̶a̶h̵e̵a̷d̴ ̸o̵f̸ ̵y̴o̵u̶" The demon smirked. And teleported them both into position. Steve gasped at the glitch and sunk onto the desk.

The miner was now face forward, bent over the desk. Herobrine leaning over him, ready to pound into him once again. He paused, seeing that Steve was struggling hard to catch his breath. From the teleport or the gag, he wasn't sure. But he could fix one of those things.

"Steven, can I-"

"Mm!"

Taking that as a yes, he burned and ripped the makeshift gag off of Steve, completely ruining the rest of the tie. All without losing rhythm. He curled down to growl into his ear. "Not too loud or I'll stop."

"Aah." Steve's reaction was glorious, tensing in arousal. Damn, they were going to have to do this more often. Perhaps he'd bring a rope next time they were in a cave system. And damn, some fire protection.

Herobrine couldn't hold himself back. Not when in this position. He grabbed Steve's hips and began thrusting in and out. Rolling his head back and panting. Drooling over the miner under him.

The two let out small grunts and gasps; both conscious about not getting too loud.

He felt close to the edge. And Steve must've been as well with the way he shuddered and hung onto the desk for dear life. It began rattling with the hard motions but Herobrine was slowly losing the ability to care if they were found out. 

"H-HERO!" Steve screeched, clawing at the desk. Looking close to humping it. "PLEASE! I-I'm so close."

He wanted Herobrine to touch him and for them to come together. Steve really enjoyed it when that happened and Herobrine was becoming addicted as well. But the monster wasn't going to be satisfied just yet.

"Shhh-hold on." Herobrine growled, thrusts stifling. Eyes fluttering as he was able to angle himself to tip over the edge.

He came. Steve shuddered, clawing at the desk. And then Herobrine growled and just kept going. He could feel the condom slipping, not supposed to be used like this. He ignored it.

"B-BRINE!"

He forced himself to stop. As Steve was getting a little too loud again. He shoved a much too warm hand around his mouth.

“B̴e̸ ̶g̸o̸o̸d̶ ̶o̷r̶ ̸I̴'̵l̵l̷ ̸g̶e̶t̵ ̷t̸h̸e̵ ̷g̶a̸g̶ ̴a̶g̴a̶i̶n̵”

“Mmph!” 

The shudder and tense of Steve’s body nearly tipped Herobrine over the edge again without warning. Gods this felt so damn good. He kept the hand there, repeating in his head not to burn Steve, concentrating the remaining effort he had to keep them like this. 

“BRnmm” Fuck, fuck, fuck… “MMM!”

"SHh! Just... hold on...."

Thank the gods for his stamina. He was able to drift far enough into the feeling of touching and fucking Steve that the hot knot of arrousle in his gut filled up fast.

Finally feeling ready, Herobrine removed his hand from Steve’s hip and pumped his wagging length. It only took three sloppy jerks before Steve spilled and then tightened so incredibly that Herobrine was not far after. 

They both cursed. Steve jerked into one of Herobrine’s hands and moaned hard into the other, before slinking into the desk, spent. The demon eased himself out slowly and used his godly strength to turn the one below him around. As soon as red lips were visible, Herobrine was kissing them. Both of them humming out a long, satisfying moan.

Once each was completely out of breath, the two broke off and fully collapsed to each side of the desk. Panting and riding the remaining high of their embrace.

“Heh, what a beautiful wedding.” Herobrine mused with a smile.

“Oh shit, right.” Steve laughed like he had genuinely forgotten why they were here. “I guess we missed a majority of that, huh?”

“It’s okay, I liked your plans better.” Herobrine turned to look at the blissful, sleepy face of his partner. “Feeling better?”

“So much better.” Steve sighed out through his nose, moving some of his curls out of his face. “I think the suit will fit me better now. Pants were too tight.”

“Is that so?” The demon chuckled, moving over to grab the condom off of Steve’s dick, grossly enough shoving it into his inventory to dispose of later. Steve let out a little sigh of acknowledgment as Herobrine shifted to do the same and tuck himself into his pants. He'd have to clean up in the bathroom later so the cum didn't crust. But he was pretty sure a mouth clean up by either party was probably not a good idea. He had pushed it far enough with his powers for one day.

“Er… sorry if that was a little chaotic.” Steve blushed harder, placing his hand on his forehead. Realizing what had just occurred. “I know we get into some funky stuff every once in a while but that’s usually at home and I probably should have waited and-”

Herobrine rolled on top of Steve to kiss him, stealing away his words. He pulled back, grinning. “Never apologize for something like that.” He laughed. “I will always want this. I love when you prove you’re just as much of a beast as I am.”

“You were probably right, we should have gone home to get fire protection. It would have made you feel more comfortable and-”

“We were plenty safe.” Herobrine purred, wrapping his hand around Steve’s mouth. “The only thing we were in danger of was being found out. Not so silent after I was inside of you.”

That got Steve to blush even deeper, so much so that Herobrine deflected the conversation in case he was feeling self conscious. He sat up and moved to go collect Steve’s suit pieces.

“You know, I too had a desire about how tonight would go.” 

“And how was that?” Steve was grateful for the diversion, he sat up and started buttoning his shirt.

“A slow dance under the stars.”

Herobrine shuddered at the beautiful, rare, confident look Steve gave him. “Oh, I believe we can make that happen, my prince.” 

They were making out again before Herobrine knew it. Steve was the one to break them apart this time. Laughing with a wheeze, pressing their foreheads together.

“Though you may need to lead. I had a LOT of alcohol all at once and it is just now hitting me, oh my gods.”

Ah, that’s why the extra confidence.

"Heh, I believe I can do that, Steven.” Herobrine hummed, stealing one last passionate kiss.

That, of course, turned into an even more passionate set of kisses.

"Hm. Alex might be worried." Steve paused, eyes clearing from their haze. "We should probably get back to her."

"You sure? I could probably stay here and kiss you all night."

"What about the dance you just promised?"

"Ah. Good point." And, again, he shouldn't be pushing it until he got some actual fire protection. His skin was itching uncomfortably. Like little pins and needles. He'd probably allow himself a good mob hunt in the nether later to let off some of the steam. But for now he helped Steve back into his suit. Grateful to find he had only singed his underwear and left very mild burns. Nothing that needed attending to. 

They both understood that they would need to make a trip to the bathroom. Steve noted there was a smaller restroom up the hall, away from judgemental eyes that they could wash up in. Once Steve had his clothes on, they started to exit the office.

"Wait." Steve stopped. "We should clean this person's desk up. I don't think they want to come to work and see this."

"Uh, okay I guess?"

"You clean up." Steve's speech was somewhat slurred, the alcohol was indeed kicking in. He left the room without waiting for an answer. "I really need to pee."

"Yes sir." Herobrine chuckled at his tone.

The demon took one look at the mess and rolled his eyes. Quivering as some of his past behaviors boiled to the surface. He was Herobrine . He didn't clean up after himself. Bah.

With a flip of his fingers, he took all of the emeralds he had on him, originally meant for emergencies or tipping the staff, and plopping them on the desk. He grabbed a piece of paper that was half burnt and a pencil that had been flung across the room and left a little note.

Take the day off and hire a cleaner. Sorry for the inconvenience. 

It was more than he ever would have done had Steve not suggested something. Fuck, this building wouldn't even be standing if Steve had not 'reformed' him out of those tendencies. But he knew the emeralds would be more than enough to cover the damages. He was going to leave to join Steve but stopped to add on to the note. 

And please stop over watering your plant.

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Despite them both cleaning up and spending quite a bit of time in a bathroom stall trying to fix their suits to look like nothing happened, Alex still rolled her eyes knowingly when they finally re-joined her outside. Noting Herobrine’s missing tie immediately (saying he looked better without it anyways). It probably didn't help that they kept touching each other, getting excited and making out once again. Ruining the progress they had made. Until Herobrine finally decided it was as good as it would get and that if they didn't stop touching each other, Steve would need to be carried out of the bathroom from overstimulation.

Alex seemed like she was having a good time without them. Her lips were red from lipstick of others or from the wine she was drinking, Herobrine wasn't certain. However, if he had to guess, it was probably a bit of both. 

She ushered Steve off onto the dance floor to dance with the others. Telling Herobrine he could have him back at the next slow dance. The demon obliged with a smile, going off to retrieve some water for them both. Allowing him time to re-center himself. He enjoyed the meditation practices Steve had been teaching them. They helped a lot with his powers.

The night was littered with stars and for once Herobrine wasn't intimidated by them. The aether felt so very far away. And the cool air felt good on his skin.

He waited at the table with water, smiling as the two mortals approached. Steve looked slightly flushed but in good spirits. Downing the water like he had been mining in a desert. Alex laughed and shoved Herobrine towards him. Saying she was keeping her promise. 

The music turned soft. And Steve looked at him with all the beauty of the night sky above them.

The miner did a gentle bow.

And Herobrine once again forgot how to breathe.

It didn't stop Steve from taking his hand and leading him onto the dance floor. Herobrine did his best not to burn the whole world down. They danced as they had that night in the nether. And shared gentle kisses as they pressed their foreheads together.

The night went on like this. The trio chatted, even talking to a few other people that Alex brought over. They snacked on some of the remaining food left out and some rich coffee. There were some jokes that Steve had stolen Herobrine’s tie as it matched so perfectly, which made Steve blush and the rest of the party laugh.

The crowd slowly thinned, as all parties do. The brides rode away on a carriage, off to their honeymoon and the crowd cheered.

Steve's yawns were getting more frequent. So they decided to walk home. Alex took her heels off and danced barefoot in the grass. Clearly enjoying the night air and lingering buzz on her rosy cheeks.

"We should find more excuses to get dressed up. I like it." Herobrine mused, watching as Steve blushed hard beside him.

"Me too." Alex laughed and twirled on her feet. Looking at the two with a smirk. "Ya know, if you two got married you'd have an excuse."

The desired result was achieved. As both boys blushed hard and the fire Herobrine had been successfully keeping back exploded on his arm, burning a large portion of his suit. Herobrine stared daggers at her. Cursing as she ran off, cackling. Knowing exactly what would happen.

Steve decided to stay quiet. Watching as the two chased after each other.

Fiddling with something in his pocket.

Smiling softly to himself. 

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A/N Thank you again to my lovely editor, you are the absolute best uwuwuwuwu. They breathe so much life into my stories, even the silly smut XD

Chapter 6: -I Hooked Up with a Guy Dressed as the Devil-

-I Hooked Up with a Guy Dressed as the Devil-

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A/N: this is a shit post Oce and I kept picking at that broke containment and became a vault chapter lmao. Happy Halloween yall!

Warnings for drinking, drunk sex, interrupted sex

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He knew what day was coming and the torment of harassment he was to face. Every Halloween was the same. Jack-o-lanterns would be lit, monsters would rule the night, mortals would throw spooky festivities, and Herobrine would be fighting for his life.

Every damn year without fail, even if he sequestered himself into the nether like a dog to it’s crate, Notch would summon him from the depths to instigate the beast to come crawling out of his skin and ravage the landscape in agonizing fury to escape the pain and hurt he felt. Torture. Notch would torture him till he snapped and then would let him loose on the closest unsuspecting town. It added to how the pious revered this day as Herobrine’s haunt and cemented his position as the scourge of the nether and overworld.

He hated it. It was on his top list of worst days just under his banishment. In all theoreticals, it was the only night where he could mingle with people and have them fawning over his scary complexion as a try-hard costume maker and be at peace. But no, everything had to be ruined by that bald-headed megalomaniac controlling every thread of his life.

This year, Herobrine was going to take control in any way he could. Desperate for change. It started when he saw some drunkards from a dark alley stumbling around stupid and oblivious to the law as they frolicked down the road. Maybe if he forced himself to be just as intoxicated, he would be numb to the torture or bluff it entirely by passing out from the alcohol, which the drunkards immediately did right as they were apprehended for public intoxication in the middle of the day.

Herobrine stalked around a large brewery in a city and scoped out where the precious liquid-courage was stored.

A quick teleport in and he stuffed his inventory full of beer and off he went. He hit a few more storefronts quickly sneaking hard liquor bottles and disappearing into the breeze. Then, he came across a winery.

Not a moment too soon.  The guards realized they had been plundered as Herobrine guzzled down a lovely bottle of wine. It was dry and left a tartness in his mouth with the faintest hint of smoked wood from the barrels it had aged in, this was the perfect starter for his oncoming binge. He savored the expensive spoils first, letting his nerves soothe and buzz in the back of his mind.

A brief sting of guilt plagued him. Realizing he could easily pay for what he took. But a bitter stubbornness wiped the qualm away. He was doing this to save the lives of innocents. Their sacrifice was well worth their protection.

Such luxurious vices calmed him as he prepared for the coming battle. As he teleported about and wandered looking for a good spot to exist before the storm, he had consumed enough alcohol to kill a horse. His head spun with his sight fuzzing at the edges and his liver strained against the toxins he willingly consumed.

He stumbled about the forest like an idiot talking to himself and cursing his brother. His unstable hands scorched tree bark and his burps singed the leaves off of branches. 

The day passed quickly and Herobrine emptied his inventory of all the goodies he had stolen. Soon Herobrine happened upon a large town bustling with life. He had drunk himself into such a stupor, the sun was going down. Whoosh, a whole day gone. Better than waiting in agony for it to end.

Herobrine craved more. Something about killing his liver made him briefly forget about why he was panicking and moving amongst people. If he forgot fear, he would feel better and survive. He preferred feeling better over fear, fear is stupid and Herobrine wanted to remain stupid drunk.

Herobrine’s eyes trained on the town. His nose was clouded by the alcohol on his breath but he knew where to look to get more. He pulled his hood up and stumbled, drunk, through the streets. He barely could focus as costumes surrounded him and minded his drunken slurring and ambling. 

He blended in too well as another party-goer, stupid on his feet. With his hood up and unsettling vibe, it was what these mortals enjoyed on this terrible night. His focus drew him to a raucous bar party full of people drinking, smoking, and indulging in debauchery, his senses could taste the alcohol and sex in the air and lured him in like a moth to a flame.

The crowd of monster costumes shoved and surrounded him as the music boomed in his chest and ears, the alcohol burning in his belly came up as a smoking breath. He could feel its dying embers inside as he ran out of fuel. He needed more . A half empty bottle quickly swiped from the table and down his throat like water, oh the burn was good. It felt invigorating. People squished around him, everyone too intoxicated to care that an actual murderer was amongst them, like a wolf amongst sheep.

Herobirne picked off drink after drink, filling himself with cheap booze and snacks that people discarded. He felt like a street dog picking at scraps. 

People ground against him and bumped as they danced like hedonists to the blasting music. Men and women gyrated against each other as strangers swallowed each other’s tongues in the corners of the bar.

Skeletons, zombies, witches, creepers, and so many more monsters whirled around him as he forced his way deeper into this cesspit. A typical bar party, oh how he missed these bacchanals back from his days of yore. The air of the night made up for the aggravation of being shoved around by the-

“OOF-”

A heavy weight slammed into Herobrine’s side and nearly toppled him over.

“Fhuckin- shit!” A man yelped.

Herobrine felt the monster under his skin rise like the hackles on a dog as he turned to face the other. From under his hood, he could barely make out the man’s features but the way the man touched him, lingered, and felt up his arm…

He shuddered in a way he hadn't since before his banishment.

“Holy shit, are y’ like a prince or somethin’ cause damn yer handsome.” The man’s slurred speech spoke of his intake.

Herobrine cleared his throat. Thoughts of the aether. Of parties long past. “I could be.”

He realized briefly that the man was dressed up like a knight. The costume was made of leather scraps painted into some fantastical version of knightly armor. The metallic weave underneath pretended to be chainmail as scraps of brightly colored fabric heraldry open his shoulders. The helmet was no more than some painted cap. Just barely staying on his mop of brown curls. Beautiful amethyst eyes fluttered up at him.

The man gave a lopsided grin around his scruffy beard. A bubble stain across his lip from the brew he was downing.

“Say, I’m feelin’ lonely and need a handsome prince to keep m’company.”

He moved forward to graze his arm once more. Fluttering down to loosely connect their digits. 

“Wudda you say?”

After that, one thing led to another and they ended up on the other side of the bar absolutely mauling each other’s mouths. Hands roamed and legs entwined as Herobrine pressed the stranger into the wall and the stranger slung his arms around Herobrine’s neck.

The taste of alcohol on both of their lips. The warmth of skin pressed against him. The way the man had immediately shoved hands into his hood and wormed his fingernails through his hair. Pulling them ever closer. Drawing blood as they nipped and scratched. Both desperate to connect. 

The man moaned as Herobrine shifted his weight. Sparks lit the air as their groins connected. 

He had forgotten how good this could feel. He hadn't been with someone since his aether days. And even then he had been focused more on his princely duties as Notch's right hand man. Herobrine rolled his hips experimentally, recreating the beautiful friction. Awakening a part of him that had lain dormant for much too long.

“D-do you want to get outta ‘ere?” His ‘date’ asked once he relented and let him catch his breath. Moving down to nibble at his neck.

“What for?” Herobrine was prioritizing focus on rolling their fronts together. Grabbing the man's thick ass in his hands and squeezing.

“My bed’s pretty cold ‘nd you’d warm it right up.” The man cooed in Herobrine’s ear.

“Apologies, am I tiring you?” The demon pulled back, a little dizzy himself.

“Heh, I'm askin’ if you'd like to continue this in privacy .”

Herobrine took a second to register that. Oh. Right . Mortals didn't party like gods. They couldn't escalate this interaction without being kicked out of the bar.

“Of course.” He honestly had no intention of doing anything but get lost in this man's scratchy beard. Whether they do that here or in some house, he didn't care. “You don't live far do you?”

“Nah, just a quick walk through the-”

“Wait.” He shoved up a hand. Stopping the other’s sentence early. Something wrong filled the air.

Fuck . 

Herobrine jolted off of the man in a heartbeat. Going pale. 

He was out of time.

“I need to leave.” He said, heart fluttering in his chest.

The presence. He could feel the shift in energy as static clung to his skin and raised the hair on his arms. A storm brewed just beyond the horizon. He was near. He had been too focused on the man before him. Who blinked at him confused. Eyes blown wide and pleading. 

“W-wha?”

“He's coming.” Herobrine blubbered, backing away to head towards the door. “I need to go. You need to run.”

“What- he- your ex or somethin?”

He was going to kill everyone in this town. There was nothing that could be done to stop it. He had sealed the man's fate the moment their lips locked.

Then, his stomach lurched.

His near over 24-hour binge suddenly punched him in the gut. A moment of panic that slipped into a spark. A spark that he inhaled to hide and ignited the alcohol in his stomach. His hand clamped over his mouth as he pushed his way through the party back outside. He didn’t care if his hood fell off his head as he teleported into an adjacent alley and expelled the poison he had drunk.

Immediately, the evidence burned away in a flash of fire and remnants smoldered on his tongue and up his throat. Wiping his beard, Herobrine flipped his hood back up with a sneer and stumbled out of the alleyway.

He had to get out of here. Run . Hide. 

He knew he couldn't fight. 

In a last ditch effort, he rushed back into the bar, jumped the counter, and shoved as many bottles into his inventory as he could. Not getting much of a chance due to the scene he had caused. Sprinting and teleporting before anyone could stop him. Who cared if they saw him? They were all dead if he couldn't get plastered.

He couldn't teleport and drink so he just ran down the streets. Faster than any mortal. As he guzzled down the first bottle in his hands.

He didn't make it far. Finding it more than impossible to juggle both. He ran through a large field and sat on the edge of town in a forest. Devoid of mobs. His energy was enough to keep them away, let alone adding Notch to the picture. He sat down in a bush and chugged. 

He threw bottle after bottle aside. Realizing he was crying as he did so. Babbling like a baby. He didn't want to kill anyone. The faces of the mortals in the closest town flashed before his eyes. Dead. He would wake up to them all dead by his hands. Burnt to crisps. Shredded by his claws. Diced by his scythe.

He gagged up blood. Forced it down again with the cold sting of the sweetened drink in his hand.

Just because his liver said to stop, didn't mean he was done. Gods above, he so badly wanted to black out. Not the white from the monster, the darkness of painless sleep.

He never got there. He was left panting as his reserves were gone. He stumbled, nearly blind, as the world swirled around him. Stomach uncomfortably full. He didn’t realize he was throwing it back up until he couldn't breathe and smoke filled the air in a flash. 

It wasn't enough . He panicked and ran forward. Back towards the village. He needed more. The world swayed around him. He couldn't see where he was going. The white of his eyes was beginning to blind him from his panic and-

“GAH-”

Pain exploded on the side of his face.

He fell to the ground hard. Not expecting the blow. He moved to retract his blade from his inventory when he realized the energy had not gotten nearer.

“Oh shit!” It was not Notch standing above him. It was the man he had just left in the bar. With his fist up after a powerful blow to Herobrine’s jaw.

“I'm so sorry dude. Ya ran out so quick ‘nd, I thought ya were a zombie-” The man stuttered. “I-Mmph!”

Herobrine couldn't help himself as he moved to claim those lips once again. His bloodied split lip healing in the time it took to close the space. 

He wasn't sure why. Perhaps the beast inside of him was coming out. Giving into deep desires kept hidden beneath layers of isolation. The man tasted good. Felt safe. The punch was a grand display of strength. Warmth pooled in his loins and beat in his heart.

But the man broke off. “F-fuck dude, you okay? Shit, I hit you ha-”

He wrapped his arms around the man and attacked his mouth. Digging into his fake armor like an enderman and pulling their bodies together. 

“I’m serious, I coulda given y’a concussion!” His date protested, somehow escaping his lips again.

“Stop worrying.” Herobrine whined. Knowing he had such limited time. He had to keep moving. Had to run. The presence of his brother, ever looming. But he couldn't escape this feeling of pure lust. He needed it more than air. 

The man somehow held Herobrine back. It made him ache. He needed the distance closed . He couldn't bear it if his brother ended the interaction early.

“Offer still stands t’ go t’ my place.” He hummed gently. Beautiful violet eyes looking him up and down for signs of injury. “If’n you're okay. Ya lose sight of your ex? I know my way around a fight if need be. He shouldn't cause much trouble.”

Herobrine swallowed. Sweat pooled off his brow, stinging his eyes. How to describe this desperation? This feeling?

“I need you.” 

“Here? Heh. Guess this is more private than the bar.” His eyes sparkled as he cupped the demon’s chin. The kiss was so soft that Herobrine whimpered a sound foreign to himself. 

Lips locked in battle. Somehow they tumbled backwards into the grass. Herobrine panted on top of the man. Every cell in his body felt like it was on fire but in the best of ways. Pieces of grass around them burned. The wind carried away their sparks.

He found his length to be growing rigid trapped inside his tight jeans. A sensation he could barely remember feeling. Unsure if he could get erect after the monster first claimed him. He vaguely remembered it to begin awakening in the bar. But the friction of their movement. The way the man's hands cupped his back and rolled their hips together just as he had been doing? Gods, it was addicting all over again. Everything felt right. Felt perfect. His worries over his brother melted away with every roll of his hips. And when the man angled his leg to sit just between his crotch to give him something to thrust against, Herobrine was gone.

“Didn't get yer name.”

Herobrine was too busy rutting to recognize it as a question. He panted like a dog.

“Name’s Steven.” The man breathed when Herobrine didn't answer. “Can call me Steve if ya want.”

“Mm mm Ah-B-brine.”

“Brian?”

“Y-yeah.” Close enough. The demon clawed at the fabric beneath him. Needing to feel the man's skin. Heat. Heartbeat. Sweat. “C-ome on.”

“I gotcha.” Steve picked up on the urgency. Sitting up to help take off his costume. Herobrine ogled at the plethora of skin beneath him. He cupped it in his hands and squished. A big gut perfect for wrapping his arms around. Strong, broad muscles and whispers of hair. Dark tan skin and freckles. Beautiful biceps and pecs that Herobrine felt he could be cuddled in and be safe and held and warm and-

“Gods.” Herobrine slurred, burning inside. “Perfect.”

The man blushed, seemingly happy that Herobrine was so entranced. He moved to remove his pants. Herobrine not making it easy as he didn't want to break the contact. 

“Will feel better.” Steve panted, hiking down his pants.

Herobrine's eyes had slipped shut and nibbled at a perky nipple. The sensation of warm skin upon his heated flesh. Real blood that pulsed beneath the man’s tan complexion, real and living. He crawled forward and allowed Steve to do whatever he was doing. Bending in a way only a drunk god could bend.

Hands went for Herobrine’s belt next. And the demon held back a growl before realizing what was happening. He let Steve slip the belt off and shrug down his pants. Not wasting any time between shoving a hand down his underwear and grabbing a hold of his dick. 

Herobrine arched backwards before he could bite Steve’s nipple off. 

The man's calloused hands felt incredible on his weeping dick. Steve gave him a good experimental squeeze before rolling his palm and fingers forward. 

Steve shifted his stance, thumb gripping towards his tip, and set the same pace that they had been rutting. Herobrine couldn't help but move with the motions. Making too much sound for something so trivial as a handjob. He could feel Steve's length pushing against his back.

When Steve began to grunt from the teasing, he changed his grip again, grabbing Herobrine’s shirt and forcing him down into another bruising kiss. 

They both moaned as their now exposed lengths met and danced.

Herobrine’s hips naturally nestled themselves so that the tip of his dick slowly moved down to press against Steve's crease. Looking to slot them together like puzzle pieces. He grabbed onto Steve's hips hard and tried to slip inside but was unsuccessful as Steve tightened.

“H-hold on there, yer highness.” Steve winced beneath him. “I'm good with th’ role, but need t’ prep. Hand me m’ pants.”

Herobrine turned, realizing they were pooled around Steve's ankles uncomfortably. He removed them fully and dug in the pocket. Inside was a couple of condoms and a small vial of liquid. 

“You just have that in your pocket?” Herobrine couldn't help but smile in amusement. Relieved that they would not have to wait to find something. 

“Look dude, I came out here t’ party and was hopin’ to get lucky. I caught ya, didn’t I?” Steve giggled. “Luckiest man in all the realms.”

He patted the vial in Herobrine’s hands as he laid back on the ground. “It'll go faster if ya do it to me. I'll walk ya through it.”

The demon nodded, now curious. Gods could heal so pain was different. It was expected. There was not a lot of prep necessary. 

“My friend ‘Lex made me promise to use the condoms.” Steve exclaimed. “If'n you promise you're good, we don't haveta use em.”

“Good.” Herobrine tilted his head. He understood on a basic level what to do. He poured the sticky solution onto his fingers and put some on his cock. Reveling in the feel of the easier slide. He pumped himself. Chasing the high as he arched his back.

“H-hey handsome.” Steve smirked at him, making his dick twitch. “Save some fer me.”

Herobrine smiled back, somewhat apologetically. He moved back to Steve and circled his finger around the hole experimentally. 

“Go ahead.” Steve nearly begged this time. Arching once Herobrine did. Tensing a little too hard. Herobrine bit his lip, not enjoying seeing the man in distress. He reached with his other hand and began pumping just like he had to himself. Noticing the appendage had gone limp.

“Your fingers are warm.” Steve hummed happily as he rose to the occasion once again. “Well, yer whole body too. Your dick warm?”

“Very.”

“A-h little slower.” Steve instructed as Herobrine increased the rhythm. He huffed as he relaxed once the demon complied. “S-sorry. Been a while since I've- uh- ‘m a little nervous. An- cold.”

“It's been more than a while for me.” Herobrine admitted, nearly salivating at the sensation of the warm orifice enclosing tightly around his fingers. “Excited.”

Steve blushed and gawked as Herobrine eventually experimentally added another finger. Trying to stretch him as fast as he could without hurting him. Bending down and nearly kissing the top of Steve's length with his hot breath. 

Time melted away. Herobrine blinked and he realized he was fucking the man with nearly his whole hand. Feeling drunker than he had before. Like the day had disappeared so did the time of the preparation. 

“Mm ahh, ye-ah. Mm. Fuck.” Steve grunted. “Y-you wanna-”

“Wanna what?” Herobrine drooled. White blurring the edge of his vision. 

“Get in there?”

“H-huh?”

Steve rolled his eyes, and pointed to Herobrine’s dick and then his hand. “Use that, instead of that.”

“Oh.”

His hand dug into Steve's leg. Smearing lube and almost making him slip.

But instinctively he managed to drive home. Pressing his tip against the lubed up hole he had just worked open. He slowly inched in.

“Oh shit.” Herobrine panted, overwhelmed by the wondrous sensation. He had to bite his lip to keep himself from catching on fire. Thankfully the alcohol worked as intended and dulled his senses.

The way the mortal tensed and shifted around him. Warm and wet and tight. It lit up every nerve in his length. 

Steve seemed to agree with the feeling. Groaning as he muttered “Big. Hot. Ugh. Ff-uck yes.”

The more comfortable each grew with the feeling, the more they moved against each other. Herobrine rammed in and out like a rusty piston. Fighting somewhat against Steve who began trying to direct him. Towards what, Herobrine wasn't sure. He was too busy digging his knees into the earth. Thrusting. Trying not to catch on fire or lose himself to the monster inside of him. 

Herobrine’s eyes flew open as the man kicked him off and tussled until they fell into a new position. Steve becoming impatient. Grass poked and tickled his exposed back as the man climbed on top and straddled Herobrine’s hip. In the moonlight behind his head, it was ethereal and the most beautiful sight Herobrine had ever seen. A handsome man, amethyst pupils dilated from intoxicating lust and a red dusting across his face and shoulders as his lidded eyes fluttered.

“I gotta say—hic—Brian.” The man slurred. “That’s th’ most convincin’ costume I’ve eva seen. Did ya put glowstone or somethin’ in that night vision potion cause it looks like... crazy real?” Steve’s palms roamed his lower belly just above his belt line and Steve’s fingers dipped beneath his shirt and hiked it all the way up and exposed his nipples to the night air. Calloused fingertips traced over the lightning scar down his chest with admiration.

“Damn, y’ look like yer cut straight from marble dude, y’ gotta tell me yer workout routine.” Steve groaned as he reached behind him to toy with Herobrine’s cock.

Herobrine bit his lip and leaned his head back into the grass as Steve lined up to sink down right on Herobrine. 

The demon's heart leapt at being complemented and admired, how long had it been since he…

“GHH.” His back arched off the ground as Steve used his knees to push himself up and down onto Herobrine’s length. 

“Ya good dude?” Steve chuckled as Herobrine drooled and moaned. 

“F-fuck.” Was all he could say. 

And then he couldn't breathe as Steve began to dance. 

Up and down. Like his dick was a pole to be spun on. Steve angled his body and grinded hard. Lingering and shuddering before going up again and starting the entire process over again.

“T-take off your shirt.” Steve prompted, looking down at him with half laden eyes. “Too pretty to keep them abs to yourself, princey.”

Herobrine nodded, transfixed as he tugged his shirt and pants fully off. Wanting to hear more compliments. He hated his scars. Hated his body. But Steve seemed to like it? 

“Mmf baby.” Steve smirked lopsidedly. “Handsome.”

His length must've grown more ridged from the compliment because his date yowled. 

“Y-yeah, right there.” Steve's head lulled back. Length twitching in return. “Oh fuck. Feels good. You must be royalty. No one else- hic- feels this good.”

He hit the angle a few more times before he seemed to be growing uncomfortable with his knees grating against the grass. He titled himself down. Slipping out and going to make out sloppily with the panting and near-delirious Herobrine. Who met the motions with a needy keen. Trying to slot the two back together. 

Steve used his strength to roll the two over once again. Nearly stealing the wind from the demon's chest. Then the mortal man went lax. Put his hands up in the air. Holding Herobrine’s in his own. And opened his legs. Herobrine naturally found Steve's ass again. And sighed out a breath of relief once they were connected again.

“G-good.” The mortal praised as Herobrine searched for the same angle Steve had been setting. Finding it deep with their soft flesh combining and grinding. In and out. His balls wagged as he increased the speed and hit the spot hard. 

“Ah, ah, hah, ah!” The man whined like a cat in heat beneath him with every breath punched from his guts.

Herobrine cupped the man’s knee and raised it to drape over his shoulder as he adjusted to a new position and grunted. This feeling, his body processed the poison quickly through his liver as he slowly sobered up but this sensation, this human touch, made him drunker than any intoxicant in the four realms. He wasn't sure he would be able to function without feeling it again. He knew it would get even better once he finished chasing the high. 

He felt it building. As Steve tightened around him as both of them thrusted together to hit the angle that worked best. Steve began chanting his praises once again. The demon cursed in his native tongue.

“That's it princey.” Steve moaned as Herobrine reached forward. He wanted to feel Steve tense and squirm once more beneath his grasp. Wanted to-

“ Herobrine, what is the meaning of this?! ” A voice roared like a clap of thunder.

“G-gah!” Jolted in panic, Herobrine stuttered as he thrust into Steve and came prematurely. He couldn’t stop the aching pleasure racing up his spine as he spilled into the other man. His eyes fluttered as he couldn’t react to anything at that moment.

Steve keened as scalding hot cum shot up his rear and burned his anus like as if he had used lube made of chilly peppers or something.

Herobrine’s hips stuttered and froze as his instincts relished in the pleasure. His cum added to the slickness as he shifted around, but the feeling soured instantly as the high came crashing down.

“Shit!” Steve yelped as Herobrine pushed him away and cowered at the intruding presence. Hiding his naked form the best he could curled in a ball. Steve flung an arm out to gather his discarded clothing to cover himself.

“Th’ fuck is yer problem? We’re busy!” Steve turned to Herobrine. “That yer ex?”

“Worse.” Herobrine trembled. “My brother.”

”Explains th’ costume choice.”

Steve groaned as he rose to his knees, still holding his shirt over his crotch. It was not missed by Herobrine of the slick cum drooling from the man’s rear and down his inner thighs. His eyes lingered inappropriately.

Notch marched closer and slammed his hammer down into the grass, clouds over the horizon flickered with lightning. “You cretin, what is the meaning of this?”

Herobrine trembled as he raised his hands in submission. “Brother, please, leave me be for tonight. Just this once I beg for your mercy. I don’t want trouble, leave the man out of this.”

Steve snorted, not sharing the same mindset. “Fuckin rude, do you mind, I didn’t get t’ finish.”

“Silence, vermin, and get out of my sight.” Notch’s face contorted in disgust as Steve rose to his feet. He had never approved of Herobrine's choice of partners in the aether. Notch looked down at Herobrine in contempt for bedding a lowly peasant, but a man at that.

Steve raised a brow and scoffed. “Do ya need me to spell it out for ya? He said he wants you gone, so make like a tree and- and get the fuck out.”

“Remove yourself, mortal, or face my wrath.” Notch sniffed as stepped forward. Steve did not relent as he clenched a fist.

”Yer asking’ for it, dude.”

Notch raised his hammer and declared. “Herobrine, cease this degeneracy and prepare for battle-”

‘WHAM!’

Notch stumbled back as Steve gave a wicked right hook. Harder than the one he had given Herobrine earlier. Notch’s expression of shock melted to rage as he stood back up and wiped the dirt from his cheek.

“Now git, before I give ya somethin’ t’ really holler about!” 

“How dare you, degenerate!” Notch barked. “You have no idea what you are dealing with.”

“Brian doesn't want you here so I don't want you here.” Those violet eyes sparked in a drunken confident rage as he raised his fists. “Don’t make me tell ya again!”

At that moment, Herobrine’s heart throbbed in love. He reached out to Steve. Almost breathing for him to stop. To save himself.

“ Enough .” Notch commanded. Lightning flashed across the sky, making Herobrine wince hard. “You will cease this useless blabbing and leave us to our business.”

“Oh piss off ,” Steve snapped. “Just cause y’ look like Notch doesn’t mean y’ gotta act like a fuckin’ stuck up overcontrollin’ twat.”

“Hmph!” Notch threw his hands off, backing away. He pointed at Herobrine. Death in his eyes. “This isn't over, you ungrateful brat. I'll be back for your punishment.”

“Yeah yeah, fuck off already won't ya? If my balls get any bluer- imma make your eye the same way!”

Notch just stared at the both of them in disbelief before scoffing hard, tipping up his nose, and teleporting off in a flash of lightning.

Just like that, Herobrine stopped shaking. The ominous presence stopped. And the two were left alone. In their quiet little field. A cool breeze picked up. A growing storm. A side effect of his brother passing.

“Good riddance.” Steve snorted, seeming to ignore the fact that Notch had disappeared before his very eyes, his concern fell on the demon. “You okay?” 

“I can't believe that just worked.” Freeing bubbling laughter exploded from his stomach. He rolled on the ground. Nearly teleporting to stand, he grabbed Steve's shoulders. “I-I don't know how to repay you.”

“We can go back t’ my place. Have another drink. Escape whatever storm is- oh gods above .”

Herobrine hadn't given him a chance to finish as he fell to his knees and gulped down Steve's half chub. 

Steve nearly collapsed on top of him. Not expecting the sudden stimulation. Instead, he grabbed onto Herobrine’s head and dug his fingers into his locks for support. 

The demon applied the same force he had as he was making out. Sucking sloppily. Letting drool fall and collect in his short goatee. 

When Steve began to thrust forward into his mouth, Herobrine rewarded him with a needy hum. Further encouraging the man to use his throat anyway he wanted by grabbing his bare cheeks and pushing him forward before Steve began to rock in and out on his own accord.

Numb to the pain, and high off of the rush of the night's events, Herobrine’s gag reflex seemed to take a back seat. As Steve very much began fucking his mouth. 

“H-holy shit.” Steve parroted the sentiment from earlier. “Fuckin’ hot.”

Whether he meant the temperature of the blowjob or the intent behind it, Herobrine didn't care. He wrapped his long tongue around the other and sucked. His fangs added a unique challenge but also a unique texture that had Steve cursing in pain pleasure. 

“F-fuck-n shit.” Steve grunted, grabbing fistfulls of Herobrine’s hair and nearly collapsing into him as his non rhythmic thrusts got ever deeper and deeper. Weeping dick banging against the top of Herobrine’s throat. 

The demon hummed out praises in his mind to the man. Replaying the scene of him punching his brother over and over. 

“‘M gunna finish.” Steve whispered it like a prayer. “Oh gods above, I'm f-fuck- y-you might wanna- ahh- AHH! GGGH-”

A sudden rush of heat down his gullet.

The taste was as addictive as the alcohol. A thick salty texture. He swallowed it down and savored every single drop. Deep throating the man to suck everything down. 

Steve's knees trembled as he faltered. Trying to peel Herobrine off of him by grabbing his hair. “A-ahow-”

Herobrine immediately moved to grab at Steve's arms and force their mouths together. The miner made a sound of surprise before they fell into the grass. Smoke rose around them as Herobrine began to lose control of his powers. This time not due to the pain of a hammer. But from a deep yearning for more. He wanted to crawl into this mortal’s heart and make himself a home. Wanted him to fight off his brother every second of existence.

As the clouds began to cover the moon overhead. The guttural sound of thunder in the distance. Angry wind swirled around them. Bone chilling and more haunting than he ever could be.

Overstimulated by the change in pressure, white light blurred the edge of his vision. But somehow, this time felt different. Somehow, he knew with this man in front of him, he wasn't going to go on a killing spree. His desire for blood was replaced with another. He didn't try to hold back as he stared deep into the man's violet eyes. Panting. 

Steve must've seen or sensed it on him as his whole face blushed. 

“I get th’ feelin we ain't done.”

“Where do you live?” Was the last coherent thing he asked before slipping under.

–

When Herobrine woke up the next morning, the last thing he’d imagine himself being was naked in a random bed. Soreness raked through every muscle in the best and worst ways.

As Herobrine stirred, the weight on his chest groaned with a stretch and whined in pain as the morning sun assaulted his hungover head through the quaint room's windows.

“Mph, where th’ frick am I?”

Herobrine looked around. Not entirely sure himself. Last night was a blur of drinking and sex. But the room smelled like Steve. “I'm assuming your house.”

His date jolted in surprise. “Oh shit, you're still here.” He laughed in disbelief. “That hasn't happened before.” His face fell in sadness. “Unless you were just about to leave.”

“No. Not yet.” Herobrine swallowed. Allowing the stuffy room to soothe his aching bones. He then licked his lips, anxiety rising as the blurry night dawned on him. “I didn’t- ...did I kill anyone last night, did I?” 

No, he definitely didn't. He would have woken up covered in blood. Not semen. 

Steve blinked before smirking. “Just my virginity eyo-h my gods I gotta go throw up-”

He launched himself over the bed, trembling for a second before burping and sitting up to stare at Herobrine. 

“False alarm.” Steve hiccuped. Bedhead made his curly hair look like a mullet. It was very cute. “Also. Not a virgin. That was a joke.”

“Would have been more fitting as a sacrifice.” Herobrine hummed, brain fog clearing slower than usual. But not in an unpleasant way. Despite how sore his body, especially his insides, felt, a sense of calm he had not been able to replicate in decades washed over him. “Any idea on how we got back here?” 

“Mm.” Steve stretched and scratched at his beard. “I think you carried me here? In between making out and, er, touching. We were running from the storm-”

“Ugh, my brother.” Herobrine seethed, interrupting the other. Calm vanished in an instant like a stone thrown into a still pond. “He's going to destroy me after last night. I can't believe we got away with it.”

A passing memory of his brother flashed into his head. Staring outside this very bedroom window. Watching in disgust as he realized the two were still going at it. Giving up and leaving for the night. But Herobrine knew Notch; he wouldn't be dissuaded forever. Even if Herobrine found more partners and fucked himself into a coma. The crazed god would begin offing his own people. Probably spout some nonsense about sinning. And the whole point of last night had been to save lives. 

“I can take em.” Steve smirked, sitting up and wrapping his arms around Herobrine. Bringing him into a cuddle that had the demon swooning. He kissed Herobrine’s short goatee. “You can hide here forever if you want.”

“It’s tempting.” It truly was. And Herobrine already knew in his heart that he would return here. To this mortal who has brought him calm for the first time in a long time. “But my brother is inevitable. He will punish me for last night.”

It was a chilling thought that had Herobrine trembling. This was uncharted territory. He had no idea what lay in store for him out there. All he knew was that if he didn't leave, this man would end up as a convenient casualty.

“I'd rather you remain uninvolved.” The demon lamented quietly. “No use getting yourself killed.”

“That bad, huh?” Steve huffed, genuinely concerned. “I know I'm just some guy you just met, but if you need help-”

“All I need is a long soak in a lava bath.” Herobrine rubbed the remaining sleep from his eyes. Getting ready to teleport.

Steve sat up, blinking in wonder. “Wow, that is some potion! Your eyes are still glowing. It doesn’t hurt does it? I can get you some milk. If you can keep it down. Ugh. I don't think I could.”

“Oh.” Herobrine coughed. “I hate to tell you. It's real.”

“Psh.” Steve slapped him gently in jest.

“I'm serious.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Herobrine shrugged and let his hand catch fire. 

Steve jolted with a curse as Herobrine willed it away. His date's face was unreadable. The demon looked away, somewhat self conscious. A couple heartbeats passed before Steve stuttered.

“So you're telling me-”

“Yep.”

“And then last night that was-”

“Yep.” Herobrine yawned and stretched away the stress. He leaned down and cupped the man's bearded face. Steve didn't recoil away. He hoped that was a good sign. He waited. Lips hovering just over his.

“... You know I'm not a real knight.” Is what Steve settled on after a brief moment of thought. 

“HAH!” Herobrine couldn't help but chortle and lean in to finish the kiss. “That isn't as true as you may think. You were mine and your town's savior last night.”

“I must still be dreamin.” Steve whispered in a hot breath. “But if I am, I don't wanna wake up.”

“I need to get going.” Herobrine pulled away with some hesitation. “Seriously, before my brother hammers me into a pulp. You understand, right?”

“Y-yeah, uh-” Steve sat up, also hesitating to release him from his grasp.

“Thank you again.” He stole one last kiss before teleporting back a few feet. “Save me a drink next time you're at the bar?”

Steve didn't get a chance to respond. The man disappeared before his eyes in a blink. Cementing the fact that he was in fact, the real deal.

“... I'll wait for you every night !- Dammit.” Steve hit himself on the forehead. “You gotta be quicker, Steven, ugh.”

He sighed to himself. Hungover as fuck. Stomach rolling.

“Was gunna offer to make him breakfast. Probably for the best. Don't think I can move.” He sighed. “Man. Alex is never going to believe me. How the fuck did I manage to pull a literal god?”

Herobrine lingered just outside. Shaking his head at himself in disbelief and some embarrassment at the trail of flaming footprints he had left in his wake last night. He slowly followed them to see if he could find his clothes. 

There was still a sinister anger in the air. The humidity a little too high. The sky an angry color. The nearby town seemed to be either sleeping off their revelry last night or slowly cleaning up the square and going about the last of their harvest duties for the season. He kept to the shadows to remain unseen. 

His clothes had been torn. Though not on his own volition. The very clear lichtenberg pattern that mirrored the scar on his stomach had split them in pieces. Jackass. Maybe he should stay nude in protest. That would be annoying and weird to fight against. 

He collected the remainder of his pride with an angry huff. For the millionth time reconsidering his life choices and stalked off to make a portal back to the nether. His body protesting and looking forward to that soak. 

He found a non-empty bottle of liquor that he must've dropped on his way. Against better judgment, he scooped it up and chugged it. Feeling thirsty after everything.

One thing was very certain, he thought as he tossed the, now empty, bottle aside. He had finally found a way to enjoy Halloween. If only for one night.