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Gerry knew he shouldn't still be alive, on many different levels. He hadn't expected to live long even when he was a child, and then there were all the monsters, the cults, the books, and then the cancer. The cancer had nearly taken him, and he was frankly mad that it hadn't! It would have been so perfect, to spend his life fucking with the powers and not giving any of them the chance to claim him in the end, because he didn't fear The End either. But no, an experimental surgery had removed the tumour at Gertrude's insistence and 'saved his life', so at least he'd had the pleasure of outliving her, which had been sort of satisfying, especially given what she'd done to Michael.
He certainly hadn't been expecting to live longer then the wold. Survival which was also because of what had happened to Michael, at least partially, that the powerful creature of the spiral had enough of Michael in there to love him in some twisted way. It had stalked him for years, though it clearly thought it was a relationship, and sometimes Gerard didn't even argue, because it was useful! And sometimes it wasn't half bad company either, sometimes it was like being high, a pleasant escape from reality wearing a face he already loved. It;s existence still gestured to that of Michael Shelley's, sometimes more then others.
He had never expected to survive, and yet here he was. Sat on the edge of a bed that couldn't be real in a room close to Michael's heart, with a window that let in shifting light but showed nothing. If Gerry looked out it he could get lost for hours in the spiralling colours. And a door he knew lead to the never ending hallways, but that was always locked for his own safety, so he wouldn't get himself lost or hurt. The idea made him grind his teeth in impudent rage.
He was upset the window didn't show anything, and relieved, and upset at himself for being relieved! It wasn't fair that after everything he'd done he hadn't been able to do anything about the actual end of the world, hadn't even seen it coming until Michael had dragged him into itself. On some level he knew he wasn't responsible for what was happening outside, but he knew it was bad given that the last thing he'd seen was the sky turning to eyes. and he wanted to be out there, to see if there was anything he could do to help fix this, or at least to suffer with everyone else like he surely deserved. But instead he was tucked up safe, in a room that looked like one of the better hotel rooms he'd stayed in while the world was normal, held as still as Michael could keep it to not drive Gerry mad. It was lonely, the only company Gerry ever had was Michael and he went in turns of clinging to it and ignoring it as anger and loneliness won out in turns. It probably liked that his reaction to its presence weren't predictable. It liked him a lot, that's why he was here, bitterly safe and sound while the world burned outside.
He looked at his hands where the skin had been distorted a little, turning the eye tattoos into spiralling shapes, to keep the watcher out of Michael's halls. Gerard had been physically changed, claimed by it, and he knew that it was better then being out there. His lips trembled a little as he wondered how many people would be trading just about anything to be in his place right now and the guilt made him feel sick. Then again, wasn't helplessness his worst fear? Wasn't not being able to help anyone one of the things he feared most? Perhaps being tucked away safe and useless was exactly where he belonged in this fearscape.
He watched as a tear landed on the back of his hand, and didn't look up when he heard the door creek, knowing that Michael had come to visit him. It slipped onto the bed behind him, long arms wrapping double around his waist so its hands came around again and laced over Gerry's. "What's the matter little Spark," It crooned like a broken radio against his hair.
"I'm just lonely," Gerry whispered, maybe he could get Michael to bring him visitors, give some other poor soul a break from everything to keep him company for a bit.
"Really?" It laughed like a headache, shifting the world so that Gerry was sitting on its lap instead of the bed. Even propped on its thighs it still towered over him, he didn't bother craning to try and see its face, it would only make him dizzy. "You weren't a particularly social person before."
"Well, no, but at least I could see people, I talked to lots of people, and I haven't seen anyone at all in..." He trailed off, he didn't know how long it had been. Without really needing to sleep or eat there were no markers here.
"Time doesn't exist anymore," It laughed at him, making Gerard cringe.
"I know but, I'd really like to see someone. Maybe-" He started and was cut off by a long hand wrapping around his throat making his breathing hitch. He hated the way his head tilted back automatically, his thighs rubbing together as a fire started in his gut. How well this creature had him trained now. "Michael, I'm trying to be serious. I'm trying to talk, don't-" His head was forcibly tilted back and he was looking into Michael's eyes, the un-spooling, swirling, infinite colours that made him feel dizzy and vague. He lost track of his words and his mind and let out a whine.
"That's much better," Michael purred as its other hand skittered like an insect up Gerry's thigh and under his shirt. "There's no need to be sad," It sing-songed, shifting Gerry so he was sitting sidelong, cradled against Michael's angular chest. "I won't let my little light go out, I'll keep you safe."
"I know," Gerry gasped, his throat and mind released for a moment. "I know Michael, but I can't just sit here while-" He accidentally caught its eyes again and fell silent as his train of thought derailed with surprising force. He didn't realize his mouth was hanging open slightly until it leaned down and its overly long tongue slithered into his mouth and down his throat. He felt his eyes roll back a little as he moaned, swallowing around Michael's tongue on instinct and choking a little even though he didn't really need to breath here.
Between one heartbeat and the next Gerry's clothes were gone, that wasn't a surprise, he'd come in here with the clothes on his back, everything else was just a manifestation of the spiral. Gerry tried not to think about how that meant Michael was, in a way, all around him and against his skin at all times. Now he knew it was though, pressed against his back and curled around him, kissing him like it wanted to crawl inside him, its lips on his and its tongue down his throat. He found himself sucking on its tongue, only noticing when it let out a reverberating moan. Well... so much for being serious, maybe it would be more open to talk once it had gotten what it wanted.
Probably just an excuse since Gerry was to turned on to think already but... it was better then nothing. He pushed back against Michael with a whimper, pressing his thighs together as he felt slickness start to pool between his thighs, only getting worse as its hand squeezed tighter around his throat, forcing him to feel it that much more as Michael forced him to deep throat its tongue. Gerry's tears quickly turned to glassy eyes overwhelmed with feeling as his brows pinched together, breathing quickly through his nose as he tried to make sense of the impossible sensations.
He reached out to try and hold on to it, only to be greeted with a reverberating laugh and living locks of blond hair wrapping around his arms, pulling them back till they're fully tangled in Michael's hair. Gerry had to turn with it till he's straddling Michael with his back to it, arch backed while it bent forward to keep kissing him, Gerry's knees planted on the bed, thighs already starting to shake as he tried to hold himself up. One long hand wandered up his thigh once more, but this time touching where Gerry wanted to be touched, fingers still sharp enough to be dangerous traced over his slick folds making his breathing hitch, fighting not to squirm lest he cut himself where he was most sensitive. The danger sent a thrill through him that made his insides quake with want till he would have begged if he could speak. Above him Michael laughed again.
Its fingers were blessedly dull by the time they sunk inside Gerry's pussy, taking pity on him and the needy little noises he hadn't realized he'd been making against Michael's lips. "You're so perfect like this Gerry," Michael purred, finally withdrawing its tongue to let him breath properly. It used its grip on his throat to help hold him up, pinning the little human back against its chest, keeping Gerry's legs from giving up on him as it fingered him open, Gerry's slick slowly dripping down its hand.
"Such a good boy Baby, so good," It purred and God if Gerard wasn't weak for praise, melting into the monsters hold, feeling himself being practically enclosed in its body as pleasure wracked his body. Michael let go of Gerry's throat with it's hand, only for it to be quickly replaced by something else, maybe its tongue again, or maybe its hair, maybe something else entirely, which wrapped around his throat to keep him pinned. In these moments it was really always best to close his eyes and take whatever Michael gave him without thinking to hard about the logistics, because of course it didn't make sense, this was the spiral. Fingers slipped out of him, and then back into him, and Gerry didn't hardly notice the switch until the first hand, still slick with his own juices, returned but behind him this time.
The first time Michael had done this Gerry had cursed and squirmed and told it to stop! But Michael had laughed and told him to give it a chance and now, now Gerry relaxed on instinct as it slid two fingers in his ass to mirror the ones already moving in his pussy. Now it made him tighten around them, made him moan and squirm and drool as pleasure built and built and then broke, sending Gerry into a trembling, gasping, spiralling orgasm.
Michael laughed and pulled its fingers out of him, releasing his arms and throat as well, grabbing his thighs and lifting him up, turning him around and setting him down again straddling its lap, facing it this time. "Look at me," it purred and Gerry obeyed, looking up into its dizzying, maddening, all consuming eyes, its smile curving so wide it framed nearly its entire face. "Good boy," it purred and pushed inside again, making Gerry arch and nearly scream. It was hard to pin down exactly what genitals Michael even had, but whatever it had always filled Gerry up so perfectly, pulsing unpredictably inside him as Michael wrapped eagerly around him as well till it felt like drifting in an oddly sharp ocean, all the while being lifted and shoved back down Micheal's dick(?) by a pressure that was everywhere but stronger around his throat.
Gerry couldn't move, didn't think to move, Michael's own pleasure was flowing into him as well till it was hard to tell where his own body began and ended. All Gerry could do, and indeed, wanted to, was let every worry he had be washed away by the feelings. What had he even been worried about? It certainly didn't seem to matter now, as something like a tongue ran over his clit despite the unimaginable contortions Michael must have done to do that, Gerry didn't Care, it felt to good! He was about to cum for a second time that night as he slowly lost his mind.
"Michael, slow down," He gasped, and was honestly surprised when it listened to him and slowed down. Unfortunately it slowed down to the point that it was practically torturous, making him gasp and buck, whining and squirming as it edged both of them. "Not like that," He whined, bucking his hips again to try and make Michael speed up and let him fucking cum! All he got back was a laugh.
"Tell me what you want, ask me for it Book-burner," Michael growled making Gerry growl with frustration. He Hated this, hated having to ask, it was so fucking humiliating! But as he squirmed, trying to fuck himself against Michael's tongue or entice it to go faster, he realized quickly Michael was feeling stubborn and was not going to give Gerry what he wanted until it got what it wanted first.
"Fuck me harder! Make me cum!" Gerry demanded, only to be answered with the same slow pace and a laugh. Gerry groaned and tossed his head, his forehead landing against its chest with a thump. "Please? Please make me cum," he said more quietly and immediately cried out when Michael thrust hard into him again, harder and faster then ever! It was to much, but he couldn't bring himself to tell Michael to slow down again when he was so damn close. "Yes, Fuck, Please!" He babbled instead as Michael's laughter bounced around his brain, scrambling his mind till he could no longer think.
Michael came first, spilling Something inside Gerry's pussy, biting into his shoulder and finally sending Gerry over the edge again, his vision whiting out and spiralling with colours and sounds as pleasure wracked his body. All the strength left his body and he slumped back against Michael with its dick still inside him, breathing heard as behind him Michael shifted and pulled itself in, resolving itself into a more humanoid form. When it stopped shifting Gerry opened his eyes and looked back up at it. "Happy now?" He asked, trying to sound grumpy even though he was still breathless with residual pleasure.
"Very much so," Michael agreed with a smile, giving Gerry a chaste kiss. "And you are too," It said, sounding smug and, ya, Gerry was no where near as sad as he had been, mostly because he couldn't think straight.
"Yes, but I still want to talk about maybe seeing someone, I am still lonely," Gerry mumbled sleepily. He hissed as Michael lifted him off its cock and cradled Gerry gently against its chest.
"Alright Gerry, we'll talk about it, but later. You're tired," Michael murmured, and though Gerry hated it, Michael was right, he could barely keep his eyes open.
"Alright, will you be here when I wake up?" He asked sleepily, he wanted to talk about this soon! But it could wait till 'morning'. It didn't occur to him that the only reason he would be tired here was that Michael wanted him to be, probably to avoid the conversation.
"I'll try to be," It assured as it stroked his hair, holding him as he fell asleep, safe and sound, he didn't dream.