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Ben had a pretty normal life all in all before they had to move to the hotel, and even after the move when finding out that ghosts were in fact real he still had a normal teenage life. Until..Abaddon.
Abaddon had immediately and almost instinctively held a rather very big dislike tords him, Ben thought of it how predators sniff out their prey. He wasn't exactly unfamiliar with it seeing as in school he had always been singled out as one of the targets for mockery. Abaddon didn't exactly seek him out though, instead he had placed Ben in a box labeled "less important than all the rest". Which is why Ben was so confused, the demon was definitely not nice to him and didn't care about him but it was so unusual for someone to tolerate his existence even when the little demon thought so low of him..It was comforting in a way Ben did not want to overthink lest he end up in a rabbit hole.
Abaddon, meanwhile had grown a fascination with him, something that neither Ben nor Abaddon had become aware of before Esther pointed it out. Abaddon always seemed to be lurking nearby him, watching him through the vents connected to his room, he always stayed silent and observant. Ben in the meantime tried his best to make the demon feel welcomed even if it got him nowhere. He was always worried when Abaddon got injured even though he knew it was meaningless. He always held worry when seeing the demon distressed, always kept him at the back of his head when he disappeared for days at a time. Abaddon had never experienced this, he hated what it did to him. Nathan had also shown him care but that was a different feeling, this was something he couldn't place his finger on. Thus…he stayed nearby him, feeling that subtle warmth that ran through the vessel he inhabited.
Esther had become very annoyed of this back and forth, both boys (well one teenager and one toddler-esc demon) clearly wanting to get closer but they just didn't for some reason! She constantly pestered both of them.
"Why don't you just talk to him if you're so worried! You know Abaddon wouldn't be caught dead asking for help"
"He literally bit me last time!"
"That's his way of showing affection!"
She'd say.
"Abaddon you can't just stalk Ben forever we all know you don't hate him"
"I will not entertain that with an answer"
"YOU BOTH ARE UNBELIEVABLE."
She'd say once again.
It all came to a climax when Abaddon had once again found himself in the vents of his room, this time not the ceiling vent but the one on the floor. He didn't expect much, he never did, he didn't exactly know what was normal human routine but by now he had learned Bens motions. So when he saw something out of that ordinary he was confused and rather interested to keep looking. Completely invested in Bens movements.
Ben was laying on his stomach on his bed with his phone propped against the head rest, he was pretty tired from the day, school was unusually brutal and he had to do more chores than usual because mom was busy. He really needed to let go. Before doing anything he stayed completely silent, listening for anyone approaching, no one was thankfully, he had seen earlier that Esther was in her room doing only God knows what, mom was in her room reviewing some papers and Nathan was with her probably yapping her ear off, he wasn't concerned with Abaddons whereabouts, besides he's usually with Esther anyways.
Ben was completely oblivious to Abaddons stalking habits and how they specifically revolved around him. After all if Abaddon didn't want to get found he wouldn't be, he mostly makes a ruckus just so the family gives him attention not because he wasn't good at lurking.
Now feeling more confident, Ben pressed play on a seemingly innocent video of women wrestling, mom had put a filter on his phone which became really frustrating in moments like these but he wouldn't dare complain about it out loud. The video only got him started, he could let his imagination run wild afterwards.
He watched the screen, slowly starting to rub against his mattress, his blanket on top of him just to feel more secure and hidden. He focused on their body parts, breasts, stomach, thighs that could easily trap his head between them, he started to get more and more turned on as he fantasized about progressively dirtier things, them roughly taking him, the pleasure that would wash over him with another actual person touching him. He wouldn't have to do any of the work as they roughly use him to their hearts content, there would be no way of him messing everything up, he would just be reduced to a horny mess. He could barely hold his phone up as he started to seek out more friction, fully humping his mattress which at that point he was painfully turned on, that familiar tingling sensation coursed through him and he let his phone drop as he hastily reached that hand underneath the blanket and with the other clutching his mattress. He first cupped his sensitive area, edging himself on because he wanted this to last longer, knowing how quickly he finishes. (Damn you Horny Ben, that guy could cum with the least amount of stimulation and he could probably do it multiple times too). He rubbed against his hand and his eyesight became dark as his brain begun to buzz pleasantly, his imagination playing like a movie in front of him, bottoming out for someone else and sobbing as they gently ran their hands all over his body only to sharply sit down on his dick. So many dirty scenarios that barely made sense anymore, it was just a mess of lewd noises and images of himself or random faceless people.
Until his mind suddenly caught on a picture of Abaddon, twisting it so his face was contorted in pure and painful pleasure, his mouth agape and a thin line of drool escaping it, like Abaddon came straight out of those inappropriate drawings people posted online. Ben was so thoroughly shocked but way too lost in his haze to stop it or himself, he'll feel guilty afterwards- He never realized just how arousing Abaddon really was, was he ever? Is Ben insane? No no- he's just a horny teenager and nothing more! Oh god is it worse that he's maybe his brother?? He's definitely heard Katherine and Nathan talk about adopting him..what is he even thinking it's bad enough that he's trapped in the body of a child and damn well acts like it!
Ben was struggling to have these coherent thoughts while he was furiously rubbing against his palm like a cat in heat, his own drool starting to pile up in the corner of his mouth. The nail in the coffin was how his eyes suddenly gravitated upwards into the back of his head, he had to bite down on a raised piece of his mattress cover to cope with the spike in arousal.
For some ungodly reason the more he thought about it the more goatish he got, sending full shock waves through his entire body making a small moan almost slip out, he never moaned, learned very early to keep quiet, what was wrong with him? What was happening to him? And why didn't he want it to stop? He's never been this into it before even when he's thinking about his favorite scenarios.
Whatever it was he was close now and he refused to finish without properly touching himself, he hadn't expected such a thought would spur him on so much. He quickly sneaked his hand under his pants and the waistband of his boxers, not bothering to ease himself into it as he frantically began to stroke following the rhythm of his racing heart. His other hand began to shake with with how hard he was clutching his mattress, his breathing picking up and sweat rolling down his cheeks, his eyes were now completely foggy and there was a ringing in his ears that got progressively louder. His mouth opened up a little more feeling as if he was melting, suddenly feeling the urge for his tongue to lull out like a dog, he must look so ridiculous, even all the drool that had piled up and collected at the side of his mouth escaped. He thought and it quickly disappeared with the overwhelming amount of pleasure he was experiencing.
"Mngh.."
He moaned, which it sounded more like a helpless babble that desperately wanted to be a moan.
In the midst of his fast paced stroking he finally came with a burst in his ear drums and a flashing and blinding light that went off behind his eyes. A miniature and raspy scream came out of his throat and he stayed in that position for longer than he'd like to admit, his hand had slowed down but hadn't stopped, too caught up, he was overstimulating himself which was definitely a first. His brain had turned into mush as he gave a goofy smile and more saliva dribbled onto his chin against his will or knowledge.
"Aba- Abaddon…~"
The moment that name left his mouth he was snapped back to reality, he was very dizzy but that didn't stop him from quickly removing his hand from his boxers and turning around to now be sitting on his bed gasping for air, he pulled up his hand that was covered in his release and suddenly a wave of panic crashed into him. He could now also feel all the slobber that was on his chin and even a thin streak that had made its way onto his T-shirt. God damn it just what had he done?!
Actually what had he been thinking?? Abaddon?? Really?? Was he so depraved?? Was he so sexually repressed?? He didn't have a crush on anyone but still he was just a normal teenager! He didn't- He couldn't- out of every living thing on this planet why did it have to be Abaddon?? Not to mention…oh god was he going to go to jail for this?? No no- no one can read his mind,
He had to remind himself .
this was just a one time thing that will never happen again and he can forget about it forever. After all your brain wasn't born moral! Sometimes it did weird stuff like this, this is completely normal! Ben told himself to cope. On the contrary..that was a damn good experience, must have been the best release he's ever had…well ever!
Unfortunately life was full on cruel at the worst of times and bothersome at the best of times.
Katherine was just minding her own business, literally, mulling over something in her head when she heard a muffled shriek come from Bens room. As a mother she had an obligation to check it out, so she sighed and got up from her bed, putting on her slippers and making her way up to his room.
Once she had reached it she knocked twice before entering.
"Ben? Sweetie? I heard a shriek did a ghost try and scare you again?"
Ben gave a full scream now as he backed himself up against his wall that was in front of her. Thankfully smearing the cum that was on his hand onto the mattress while he moved to not make it as visible. Keeping in mind to scooch his hand slightly behind his back.
"Everything is okay! I-i just-" His head still felt like it was rotating on a single axis, it took a lot more effort to speak in coherent sentences.
"Ben..don't be embarrassed come on I'm your mother, did you see a spider or some other thing?"
"YES! Yeah sorry I saw a spider and freaked out- It must have escaped in the vents by now though!!" He gave a ridiculously forced smile, he was never good at lying, especially to authority figures.
She gave a small huff, "Well if you say so, glad it wasn't anything else, now go to sleep okay?"
"Will do!"
Katherine closed his door and started walking up tords her room again. Ben thought he could finally breath a sigh of relief until-
"BEN? I KNOW YOU DIDN'T SEE A SPIDER, you make a different scream for that."
Esther burst into his room and said proudly, always putting her nose in everyone's business.
"So what ACTUALLY happened?"
"FOR THE LOVE OF- NOTHING! Please get out of my room-!!"
He whined. And was contemplating throwing a pillow in her face but he knew she'd give him hell for it. So he ultimately decided against it and ended up rolling his eyes and flopping back on his stomach, opening his phone and tapping on a random social media app to pretend that everything was fine and he totally didn't have the best orgasm of his entire life thinking about his maybe brother who was also maybe mentally a toddler for all they knew- and also a demon but somehow that part seemed less concerning. Wait would Abaddon chop his dick off if he-? NO. NOT GOING THERE.
Esther continued to pester Ben relentlessly and mercilessly as he complained yet couldn't touch her because she was significantly more evil than him and also probably knew how to trap him in a glass bottle.
Meanwhile, back in the vents, Abaddon was staring into the abyss with wide eyes that had turned a bloody red color but for all the wrong reasons this time. His usually pale face was tinted a reddish, pinkish color and he was gasping for breath, somewhere in the process of watching Ben he had been completely overcome with this strange and all consuming feeling, making him unconsciously rut against the metal of the vents and reach his climax. Abaddon had moaned and whimpered, loudly at that, he had to forcibly bite his lip until it bled to not make his presence known, it also helped that Ben was very out of it, honestly he might have mistaken Abaddons moans for his own or thought it was all a part of his imagination.
Abaddon quickly composed himself and scurried away like a rat, running away from the scene of his crime with his boxers very much soiled. He had considered going to Katherine for help in washing them but a gut feeling told him that wouldn't be wise.
More importantly he had to figure out how to experience that again, it was the most alive he has ever felt on his time here on earth, but it still couldn't beat the emotion he felt while finding a fresh set of bones unfortunately.