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The phasmobros. grian and gem both had head home for the day, and scar was off work already, so it was just them.
Skizz was looking through the camera and was taking notes in the van while Impulse was fiddling with broken equipment they had to replace.
"so we are pretty sure its a what?" Skizz asked, flicking through different screens, one hand placed neatly on the mouse while the other sat on the keyboard, hovering above the button that turned on the night vision.
"well, " Impulse looked up to face Skizz, his hand shifting to his ghost hunting journal but not taking it. "we got UV and nothing else" Impulse shrugged and finally took his notebook from his pocket and opened it up, peering inside.
"very helpful. pins down like 3 ghosts that arent it" Skizz rolled his eyes. "why can't any of this junk work properly." he huffed, clicking through the camera again.
"whatever, let's go back inside and get something" Skizz huffed, sauntering out with Impulse not far behind him, a camera in hand. "we could benefit from a hunt" Impulse said thoughtfully. "then im going to look for freezing temps, that stupid ghost keeps hovering above 1."
at this, Impulse nodded, splitting off to walk into the kitchen, preparing himself with the camera in hand at the back corner of the island counter.
Skizz was shuffling around the garage, an annoyed expression plastered clearly on his face. "this stupid-". he paused and hopped back slightly as something was kicked to the side, a bottle or something.
he clutched his thermometer closer and took a step forward, peering at the object, when suddenly he heard soft humming.
his head shot up, and walking towards him was the ghost. it was smiling, menacingly. it hummed softly, quietly, and the sound of it's footsteps matched.
before he could open his mouth to let out a cry of terror, suddenly the ghost walked through-no-into him, and the world turned fuzzy... then black.
Impulse yawned, staring at his journal and tapped photos to the pages of it- crusifix photos, a few interactions, all he needed was a ghost photo and he would be on track for a perfect game.
"Skizz, find the bone for me if you can!" Impulse pinged over the radio, waiting for a response.
Skizz stepped out of the laundry room and stared at him, looking uncharacteristically calm, his footsteps almost silent.
"hey buddy!" Impulse waved as Skizz walked towards him. "found anything?" Impulse took his EMF reader from his pocket and turned it on, as soon as he did it began beeping loudly. "OH! EMF 5! So its a Jinn, goryo, or myling-don't think its an o-bake because we've been staring at this guy for awhile and he hasn't-" Skizz suddenly pinned him to the counter.
"w-woah!" Impulse yelped, looking up at Skizz with wide eyes "whats up buddy?" he backed up slightly, but his back hit the counter, his hand brushing against the rim of the sink.
Skizz's eyes shifted to look at the EMF reader annoyedly, reaching a hand over and tossed it into the dining room, looking back and towards a nervous looking Impulse.
"w-whats up?" Impulse repeated, staring at the thrown EMF reader.
"look at me." Skizz grabbed his chin, his leg trapping Impulse and his hand grabbing one of his. the voice sounded like Skizz's voice-but it didn't, he had known his buddy for a long time, something-he couldn't put his finger on it-sounded wrong.
"Skizz" put extra pressure on his body, and Impulse shoved him backwards, but not by much. "what the hell skiz-"
suddenly "Skizz" rested his hand on the waistband of his pants, and tugged down, earning a surprised yelp from Impulse that was immediately silenced with a kiss on the lips.
the kiss was needy, a tounge licking gently on Impulse's lips for entry, and when entry was denied Impulse was harshly shoved backwards onto the counter, his hand going backwards to catch his fall, but failing ultimately as it fell into the sink.
Impulse yelped.
"bad boy. " "Skizz" took a step forward, whispering into his ear before leaning down and kissing the disgruntled man on the neck, sucking and licking softly.
"mmmh- wh-what-?" Impulse groaned, his leg kicking forward, he was feeling more confused than defensive-at a loss.
"I've waited for so long... " "Skizz" sighed, pulling back to stare into his eyes malevolently. "for someone as pretty as you to come in here... I'll take good care of you. "
Impulse immediately let out a confused noise, using his hands to shove the taller man away, but he was strong, inhumanly strong.
he tried to pull his hands back, his eyes wide, to hoist him out of the sink.
damn sink... damn sink...
his hands were grabbed and held tightly together with "Skizz's" bigger hands, and trying to pull back only earned him a tut-tut.
Skizz then let go of his hands, examining him. at this Impulse immediately began trying to stand up and get out of the uncomfortable position when he was shoved backwards again, letting out a disgruntled huff.
"Skizz" grabbed a hold of his thighs and lifted them up; Impulse instinctively wrapped his legs around his waist, and then was promptly hoisted up into the air, and turned around, shoved onto the island counter behind them-the plate underneath him pushed off the counter and promptly onto the floor.
"I will have my fun with you, your all mine. " "Skizz" said possessively.
"b-but- the ghost could hunt-" Impulse tried, and immediately was kissed on the lips again. he was staring to guess he wouldn't be able to protest much. Skizz-or... "Skizz" more accurately was horny, and he couldn't fight against the taller man, him or otherwise.
as soon as "Skizz" stopped kissing him, he let go of his thighs, his hands shifting upward to go under his shirt, going up and up until they rested on his nipples. "Skizz" gently ran fingers through the hair on his chest before his shirt was pulled over his head and thrown onto the side of the counter behind him.
Impulse whined and thereafter let out a soft but drawn out whimper as "Skizz" pressed lips to a nipple, licking it's tip as it hardened.
"mmh, so tasty... " "Skizz" lifted his head and purred in his ear.
Impulse groaned.
"aw, you want some dick really bad.. don't you?～" "Skizz" teased.
"yo-your seriously going to f-fuck me over a c-count- ah-aah～" Impulse was interrupted by a moan as "Skizz" began sucking his nipple again, leaving a bruise.
Impulse's head tipped backwards, facing the ceiling with halflidded eyes as "Skizz" grabbed a hold on the other nipple, teasing it with his tongue.
"Skizz" raised his head to stare at him with a smirk. "such a slut you are? slut, slut.. slut." every time he repeated the word, he would leave a bruise somewhere on his body. every time he repeated the word, Impulse could hear it in his dick.
"maybe if you tell me how much of a cum slut you really are, I might consider awarding you with what you want～".
cum slut. Impulse had never considered himself a bottom, but the title made him feel... obedient
"Skizz" rubbed his hands up and down, and he looked up into the eyes of his buddy. his buddy. he's known Skizz since highschool, and now, he was being fucked by him (more or less). it was a strange feeling to say the least.
"Skizz" stared at him expectantly, digging fingers into the soft skin of the sides of his stomach.
"i-" Impulse nervously spoke. he could feel his dick desperately pushing against the boundaries that was his pants. "what are you-"
"Skizz" gently tugged down on his pants with one hand, palming his covered erection with the other.
Impulse's hips bucked forward with a moan.
"fuck-" "Skizz" scoffed.
"such a whore." he tugged his pants down further, down to his knees, to his ankles, then off his legs, and thrown on the other side of the counter to where his shirt was tossed previously.
his boxers however, a puddle of anticipation, were left on him, just to tease him a little more; he assumed, as "Skizz" rubbed circles into where his erection pressed up against most.
Impulse huffed, letting out a long, loud, shuttery moan of pleasure. "god Skizz.. " he begged softly, through gritted teeth, trying to use his hands to push up off the counter.
"Skizz" chuckled, tugging downwards on the rim of his underwear just enough so that his sopping wet cock could spring out.
"fuck-mmmh～" Impulse wailed as "Skizz" wrapped his hand around his member, using his thumb to rub against a vein.
"your not fighting too much, are you?～" "Skizz" purred in his ear as Impulse let out a labored breath.
"fuck ohh-ohff-" Impulse groaned, trying once more to shove "Skizz" off before his hand fell back down to clutch the counter as he let out a whine as "Skizz" pulled his dick. "nngh-" Impulse groaned "tsk-tsk naughty naughty!" "Skizz" sighed happily. "I guess ive waited long enough. oh my～you should really see yourself～" "Skizz" looked over his shoulder, reaching over and lifting up Impulse's photo camera from where he had dropped it.
"this could do"
"Skizz" turned it in his hand, inspecting it, then snapping a photo while still jerking Impulse off before he set it beside him. "im getting a tad impatient now." "Skizz" chuckled, then lifted his thighs up and slipped off his soaking boxers, throwing them onto Impulse's face, earning him a displeased whine.
"make your arms useful and shove that in your mouth will you? don't want to wake up the neighbours" "Skizz" chuckled, and Impulse made another noise. "no-no no- im not going to-im not going to do that-" punishment was quick. as soon as he spoke the words there was a sudden, harsh smack on his thigh, leaving a red hand print on it.
Impulse wailed and tried to flex his legs, trying to shove him away to no avail.
"hurry it up pretty boy we don't have all day" "Skizz" hissed in his ear, and Impulse groaned, shifting around slightly in his grip, averting his eyes as he lifted the damp underwear, holding it out in his palm.
"Skizz-" Impulse tried, staring at it like a sad, defeated dog.
"just take 10 whole years." "Skizz" rolled his eyes and snatched it out of his hand, shoving it promptly in Impulse's mouth as he attempted in vain to protest.
"mpph-shhkizh-" Impulse bit down on it, then made a few more muffled noises.
the taste on his tounge was bitter, and soggy. it made his eyes water-may that be from the taste or the way "Skizz" had shoved it down his throat.
"Skizz" scoffed at the protest, staring at his fingers with a thoughtful expression before shoving them into Impulse's mouth along with the bundled up underwear.
Impulse made a disgruntled noise and was given a glare. "I shouldn't have to ask for everything." Impulse stared up at "Skizz" before looking down at the fingers and shut his mouth, looking away as he sucked on them.
"your such a disobedient whore. for such a pretty face, you'd think they might actually behave-but instead they can't even close their mouth without me telling them to."
Impulse winced. Skizz was his best buddy for most of his life- it hurt to hear that from him to say the very least.
eventually "Skizz" pulled his fingers out from his mouth, a trail of saliva connecting them before it was broken by Impulse shifting the boxers in his mouth.
a finger suddenly prodded at his entrance, fluttering over it for merely a moment before pressing it's way in, deeper, deeper, deeper.
"Skizz"'s fingers had always been rather lanky, and Impulse's legs twitched and he let out a soft groan in supprise. the little amount of added lubrication bearly helped his growing sense of unease.
another finger was added, curling and spreading him apart, opening his entrance wider, his fingers moved slowly, painfully slowly.
Impulse shifted his hips, rolling them slightly. as weird as this felt, at least he could get something from it. his best buddy was posessed by some ungodly creature, at least, he hoped his buddy didn't normally act like this sometimes-. hed never look at Skizz in quite the same way after this.
"Skizz" pulled his fingers out, eyeing his facial expression, which was a contortion of discomfort and little pleasure.
"slut." Impulse let out a soft whine, and he was promptly shoved into position.
Impulse let out a wail, partially muffled by the boxers. "Skizz" positions himself, then before Impulse can ready himself pushes his hips forward, pressing deep, deep, deep inside of him.
Impulse shakes his head side to side, desprately. why? why did it have to be his buddy doing this.
"Skizz" presses further in, deeper, until his hips were flush against his.
Impulse was shaking, his legs trembling like leaves. "Skizz"'s impaitent preperation had left him bearly prepared for the entirety of his buddy's massive package.
"god your a tight thing, arent you?" "Skizz" pulled back slightly, and Impulse wailed loudly.
he was crying, teardrops dripping down his flushed cheeks. it hurt. Skizz's dick dragging harshly against his insides.
"mmr-shkiz-rrghh-" his head fell back and "Skizz" grinned.
He gripped his thighs harshly, his nails digging deep into his achne covered skin.
"oh your face is so hot-nggh-"
"Skizz" slammed in again, hitting his prostate head on. Impulse let out a loud moan, his legs twitching in "Skizz"'s bruising grip. a stray trail of drool dripped slowly down his chin; and tears. tears that rolled down his face as his body was harshly thrown forward, then backwards with every thrust.
Impulse was a moaning and twitching mess, his arms holding himself up felt too weak-shaking under the weight of himself.
"Skizz" smacked down harshly on his prostate over and over, Impulse felt like he was going crazy-it was so much.
it hurt, the drag of it hurt, but at the same time every time "Skizz" thrusted in like that, Impulse could only moan around the underwear in his mouth in response.
his half lidded eyes, tilted backwards bearly caught the glimpse of "Skizz" lifting up his camera and taking a picture of his face.
his muscles tensed and he whimpered loudly, on the brink of release, and then it came, washing over him as strings of white splurted outwards. he let out a broken cry, it was so much. the world rang around him, dizzyingly painful, yet pleasurable at the same time.
plap, plap-plap. it was the only sound in Impulse's ears other than his whiny moans that seemed to blot out any other noise. there was somewhat a rythm, until there wasn't.
"Skizz"'s thrusts stuttered, and he pressed his mouth to his shoulder, biting down.
Impulse almost screamed as "Skizz" moaned, cumming deep inside his body. filling him up and painting his insides a sticky, creamy white.
"Skizz" pulled back to stare at him, and the camera shuttered again. "fuck-aw...was that too much for you pretty boy?" "Skizz" scoffed at Impulse, crying still.
Impulse nodded slightly, exhaling with a heavy and shaky breath, hitching as "Skizz" pulled out with a plop.
"stop sulking on the counter and get on your knees" "Skizz" yanked Impulse harshly off the counter so he fell forwards with a whimper.
"open your mouth" Impulse hesitantly obeyed.
"im not done using you, I never get anyone to do with this-no way im letting the opportunity pass up." he leant down and hissed in his ear.
Impulse whimpered softly, and "Skizz" rolled his eyes, pressing his lips against Impulse's, who gave him a disgruntled noise.
"Skizz" then grabbed the makeshift gag, pulling it out.
Impulse shifted around as "Skizz" leant in for another kiss. "Skizz"'s tounge pressing onwards to feel around.
Impulse moaned wetly into the kiss, trying to pull away as his lungs burnt for air, which was denied as "Skizz" wrapped his arms around his head and pulled him forwards, kissing him for a little longer before pulling back, letting Impulse get a breath.
another picture.
"mmh-w-why-" Impulse almost whispered between breaths.
"your gorgeous-and im unbeliveably bored." "Skizz" replied nonchalantly. "mm..fuck I want to just tie you up and torture you with a vibrator or something until you can't think-but the people who live in this house are dumb fucks and didn't leave anything for me to use."
Impulse whimpered-how could he even respond to that. in his buddy's voice.
"no matter." "Skizz" said plainly, and Impulse looked up at him, wondering if he could finally go, but just as he had the thought, "Skizz" stood up and grabbed Impulse's hair.
"wha-what are you doing-"
"open wide pretty boy～" "Skizz" purred, pulling him up and then shoving him forwards so his dick brushed against his lips.
Impulse yelped, his mouth opening breifly before it was filled. Impulse choked, trying to pull backwards to no avail.
Impulse whimpered and shook his head in his grip, tears welling up in his eyes, his cheeks heating up.
"Skizz" leant backwards on the counter behind him, pulling Impulse forwards to follow him.
"oh don't worry" Skizz hummed, and Impulse whined. "do you know how to-ah-mmm, good boy-hah-ah-"
Impulse sucked softly, he felt weak, unable to stop this from happening, he'd might aswell make himself useful, and maybe time would go by just a bit faster.
"your finally behaving-oh-hah-" "Skizz" tugged him forwards just a bit further. "I want to destroy you." "Skizz" said softly, using his other hand to hold onto his head before thrusting down his throat.
Impulse gagged, crying as his lips streatched over it.
"glh-ghlk- rrg-"
his brain felt like mush and maybe that was all it was at this point. being fucked with no regards for how he felt, just for some quick pleasure from some unwanting guy.
he really wanted his buddy back.
"fuck! ahh-haH-" "Skizz" wailed and pressed Impulse's head deeper down before his throat was filled with the same warmth.
Impulse wailed, being held down still as tears continued falling down his rosy cheeks.
"you're going to swallow everything, understood pretty boy?" "Skizz" said shakily, leaning forward to grab the camera and snap a photo of Impulse's lips wrapped cutely around his cock.
"god your adorable.." "Skizz" muttered as Impulse whimpered, trying to swallow everything in his mouth like he was told.
"this is a privilege" "Skizz" said pointedly to Impulse as he rubbed hard against a certain spot in his throat.
Impulse was crying, watery droplets leaking quickly out of his eyes.
"Skizz" yanked Impulse closer until his nose was buried in Skizz's crotch, and held there until a bitter warmth filled his mouth again.
"you better swallow every ounce or im keeping you here until you starve" "Skizz" groaned, pulling Impulse's head impossibly closer.
Impulse reluctantly did as he was told, and when he was yanked off, he was met with a shutter of his camera.
"Skizz" snickered, tossing Impulse back slightly. he looked up at his buddy with wide, fearful eyes, and suddenly the lights in the room flickered.
once.
twice.
then it was pitch black
Impulse's photo camera disappeared from out of his grasp. Skizz's hands shot to his face, and he fell to his knees, falling abruptly into Impulse's arms, unconscious