Sex God Saga 20
Sweet Dreams
Still THURSDAY:
Juniper Upatham, the thin Thai shaman, picked Theo up with a van. He wore huge glasses, a bowtie and a checkered sweater vest. The stereo was playing some aggressive industrial tunes.
"Hey Theo. Ready for your first mission alongside the junior team? You're not a full member if I recall?"
Theo shrugged. "Who is?"
"True. It's rather informal for now. But it lets us keep an eye on you without having to keep you prisoner. Hop in, meet the others."
Theo climbed into the van. He hadn't spoken to either of the people before but recognized them.
Mira Nelson was the daughter of Alessandra, also a heavy set ginger with a motherly demeanor. She wore a flower crown, mostly dandelions and white daisies. To Theo's mediumship, there was an Outsider within.
The other passenger was Horace Love, son of Wispweaver Sawyer Love. White, bulky with thick glasses. He wore a blue overall, brimming with tiny Outsiders.
They all greeted each other.
"Any wispy preferences, Theo?" Horace asked.
Theo shrugged. "I'm mostly familiar with light and mirror stuff, but not very."
Horace handed over a wooden ring, cracked along its length. "There's a wisp in the crack, Scraggle. It likes heat, so keep it on your body." He pulled out a few flower petals and leaved through them like notes. "Aaand Flutter, rose petal wisp who likes sunlight and attention, but that's most wisps. Think you can hold two?"
"I managed before. Thanks. Uh, we're not expecting trouble, right?"
Juniper leaned back. "No no. I'm just delivering you for a check in. Testing the team delta dynamic. You know about Mission Sodium?"
Keith had told Theo about `Sodium', the codename for this excursion.
"You're the Omen of the Bleed," Theo started, "checking up on rogue shamans and seeing if they've gone bad. And one of them was..."
"Anabelle Shelton," Mira helped. "In a coma for a month. Now dead."
"And she got sucked dry," Theo said. "With no obvious illness the doctors found, so you're suspecting a Vitality drain."
"Which doesn't normally lead to a long coma," Juniper said. "Demons who suck V aren't usually so patient. We were wondering if she got murdered. Team delta should check her apartment for Vestiges of a demiplane, like with the last victim."
"Gotcha," Theo said, feeling Scraggle's ring fit itself to his finger. He kept Flutter in a front pocket.
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Jun was already on location, having driven himself. He wore an oversized, white shirt, toxic green gym shorts, a pink cap and yellow sneakers. A very `Mako' outfit in how the colors maximally clashed.
Horace handed over a wisp that slipped into Jun's dumbbell tattoo in his biceps and got renamed Belle to stay on theme.
Keith arrived next, wearing all white save for a gray varsity jacket, bringing Green Dawn alpha Fulin and second rate king Mo whose hair was just barely matching the Primal's in length.
Mo wore normal street wear, inconspicuous save for a purple feather boa.
Fulin's short tank top and baggy shorts gave away his ridiculous `two soda can' dick size. An Outsider inhabited his sneakers.
Fulin pulled Theo into a tight hug and the scent made Theo's tightly caged package twitch. They broke apart and Fulin stole a kiss.
"Oh, it's official," Mira `whispered' behind them.
"Tank's jumped ship," Jun `whispered' back.
Fulin flexed one arm at them. "Yup, this straight alpha got a boyfriend."
Theo felt shy. "Nice shoes, alpha boyfriend."
Fulin looked down on himself. "Xiang, cold sprite. Actually a loan from Mako. My feet are icicles."
"Good thing you're so hot, huh?"
Juniper cleared his throat. "Keith, Jun, who's taking point? Okay, Keith is leading Mission Sodium. Anabelle Shelton's apartment is on the fourth floor. Here's the key. Don't wreck the place, she has relatives coming from the east coast to bury her and they might take a look next week. There's no police involvement since her death is ruled natural causes. Good luck. Proof yourselves."
Keith, Mira, Jun, Theo, Fulin and Mo entered the building.
Nobody had been in the apartment all month. The air was stale. Old fashioned furniture, two walls fully taken up by bookshelves, pots out on the counter as if Anabelle had been planning a meal before falling ill.
Mira tapped her flower crown. "Your turn, Dandy. Point me to Vestiges."
A spectral newt ascend from the crown and skitter along the walls.
Theo fed Flutter a tiny bit of V, more as a tease, and let the petal drift through the air as if on unfelt breezes.
Jun poked him in the back. "Wouldn't it work better if you strip?"
Theo glanced around. "That's in my file, huh? M-maybe. Not really necessary."
"Don't you want to contribute as best you can?" Jun said with a smile, looking... dangerous?
Keith patted the bodybuilder on the biceps. "Not that you're wrong, big guy, but I feel like you're projecting."
"Yeah," Fulin said. "My boyfriend is living your dream. Forced nudity get you off?"
Mo groaned. "You're milking the boyfriend thing too much. If you're going to join the queers, learn subtlety."
Fulin kicked the air and an icy gust swooshed at the Stygian. "I'll kick your twink ass. Maybe fuck it, too."
Jun stood himself uncomfortably close to Theo and hit a relaxed pose. "There's more boyfriend material on me, for the record."
"Um," Theo said. "Can I get some maturity?"
"Thank you!" Mira said. "Like a bunch of fifteen year olds."
Keith clapped his hand, magic making the sound echo. "Split up. Everybody pick a room. Work talk only."
Theo gladly complied. He let Flutter fall into his palm and walked through the first door. A bedroom with no decoration. For guests, maybe. He let Flutter free and wandered along the wall, the ring with Scraggle in the crack pointed high and low.
The room was noticeably uneven. Weird.
Theo left Flutter to flutter and bent down, tracing the hardwood. He took off Scraggle's ring and set it down. "Is it just me, or does the room tilt, little buddy?"
The ring rolled, slowly, then faster, vanishing under the bed.
"Well fuck."
Theo bent down and grabbed for the ring under the bed. He held still as something dropped next to him. A rose petal. Flutter? More petals were drizzling from above. Why was Flutter multiplying?
The floor tilted harder. Theo grabbed for the ring and the mattress thumped as something landed on top.
The shaman scrambled back and sat up on his knees. Fulin had dropped onto the bed, naked, grinning. "Horny?"
Theo hummed, taking in the sight of a gorgeous, puppy-faced, Asian hunk with a silly big dick. Flutter had turned into a rose shower, constantly swirling around the room, drizzling on Fulin, the bed, the floor – the floor which was warping.
"Uh, Fulin, you're seeing this, right?"
Fulin flipped over, on all fours, his ass pointed at Theo, the dick kissing the bedsheets, hanging between immense thighs under round globes. "I gotta know how it feels, boyfriend. Fuck me. Bottom Fulin time."
The walls were warping, too. The rose petal storm was starting to get dense enough to obscure the edges of the room, dense enough to have a sound to it.
"I can't," Theo said and looked down on himself. But his cage was gone. He was naked and his dick hung free, bigger than Fulin's, heavy and pulsing to hardness. The Primal on the bed wiggled his ass, looking at the blond from between his legs.
The walls peeled away, opening to a cityscape of people in a parade, holding signs like "Theo #1 Top", "Dick Down the Alpha" and "We Love Your Cock".
The rose petals collected into a flying carpet, to take Theo on a journey of ass fucking for the ages. He lined up his mega-dong with Fulin's eager hole and-
The slap was hard enough to make Theo's ears ring.
Keith pressed a strip of paper to the blond's forehead. "Hold it there. Ugh, give me your hand. Dream sprites. Fucking got us good. They should evaporate soon. Come here."
Theo let himself get dragged out of the empty bedroom. Scraggle was still on his finger, Flutter landed on his shoulder.
In the living room, Fulin's guard muse Weidong was halfway out, the spectral wolf's head enveloping the man's.
Jun and Mira also had forehead seals like Theo. Mo was leaning against a bookshelf.
"Jun," Mo asked. "Why are you in underwear?"
"I fought a zombie horde," Jun said. "In a dream, of course, but I went all out."
"Aaand you had to strip for that?"
An enthusiastic nod from the bodybuilder in black briefs, yellow sneakers and a pink cap.
"We have to figure out the source," Keith said. "Dream sprites only exist for a short time outside of a dreamer. Where did multiple of them come from?"
"An adjacent apartment?" Mira speculated. "We could go door to door and sent Outsiders in for scouting." She let Dandy the newt poke out of her flower crown as a blur. "My pixie is perfect for that."
"Are we sure," Theo started, "there's no active demiplane here?"
Keith's face turned to shock, then worry. He pulled out his key ring. "Biscuit, have a look please."
The entertainment sprite drifted like gentle smoke from the metal and the keys shifted as if magnetically attracted to something ahead of the Asian shaman.
Keith advanced and walked in a circle around the living room. The key-compass pointed straight at the center of the room. Jun stepped in and pulled the coffee table aside to give them space.
"Some kind of... dream demiplane?" Keith speculated. "With dreamers inside? I guess that's what kept Anabelle Shelton in a coma. Mysterium-level dreams."
Mo raised his hand. "Snap keeps me immune from brain magic bullshit. If anyone steps inside it should be me."
Keith tugged his keys away. "We all need more permanent protections. Grab seals, adjust them for sleep, dream, nightmares. Illusions generally. I'm texting the higher ups."
Theo retrieved a prepared seal and added more scribbles, his doodle designs flowing free, inspired by tribal tattoos, Nordic runes and occult symbols. He calmed his breath to put the right focus into the Atlas glyphs. Yes to waking, no to sleep.
Fulin drew glyphs that looked like Chinese characters but weren't. Jun's seal was mostly chicken scratches. Mira drew flowers with practiced curves.
Theo pinned the seal to his shirt with a paperclip.
"Oh shit." Mo was pointing. A rift opened in the middle of the room, black and purple with jagged edges.
"Demiplane breaking through," Mira said and retreated.
Keith lowered his phone. "Might be a voidpath. I've seen one- Incoming!"
Wisps slipped from the crack in reality and zipped into objects. Vases, chairs, picture frames and many, many books started trembling, then jumping around.
"Spooks," Jun said and punched a book away from him. Fulin gave a chair a hard kick and it scooted into the wall. Theo, Mira and Mo stood back to back.
"Poltergeists," Keith said into his phone. "One dozen? Two?"
A toddler fell out of the rift. No, a man only one foot tall. It was gray skinned, clothed in rags with an evil grin on its face.
"Kobold," Keith said. "Roaming vessel. Staying back from the seals so possibly dream related. Uh, do we bail?"
Fulin grabbed the kicked chair which had wobbled toward him again and swung it at the Kobold sprite. The gnomish creature evaded. Fulin sent a kick after it and a gust of icy crystals splattered across the Outsider.
Theo was battering books. His bare hands were enough to deal with the Outsiders possessing literature but the impacts still hurt.
"There's just wisps," Jun yelled. "They'll exhaust themselves. Keep the seals topped up on V and keep fighting."
The sensation of a thick blanket. A Veil was getting dragged along the room's walls and floor. Theo felt his own power getting drained.
"Fuck me," Keith said. "Shrouded alarm."
"We made too much noise?" Mo asked.
"If anyone comes looking..."
"I don't want to get drained."
Theo only had a vague recollection about the Shrouded. Keeping Baseliners out of the know, but punishing anyone in the vicinity of where the Mysterium was getting revealed.
"We run," Mira said, firmly.
"We run," Keith echoed and hung up. "Voidpath."
"Wait," Mo said. "We're going in? Are you nu-" The Stygian got hit by a hovering painting and rolled on the floor. Jun grabbed him by the feather boa and dragged him along like on a leash.
Fulin took Theo's hand and the shaman no longer had a choice but to jump into the rift.
A deafening hoovering sound rushed past him. Crystals swirled, mostly in darkness. If these Outsiders had come from the other side of the voidpath portal, wouldn't they be running into even more trouble? Seemed like the Shrouded were bad enough to accept that.
The voidpath imploded and deposited the group collectively in a forest. It wasn't gentle but nobody fell.
The trees were mostly young and not too dense. A dirt road was visible in the distance.
"Headcount," Keith shouted. "Uhhhh, okay, everybody is through. Fuck, what is that?"
A one-foot ball of bones rolled at them, skipping over roots and sticks. Fulin stepped forward and Weidong leaped from him.
"Death sprite," the wolf said, sounding mostly animal. He growled and the bone ball stopped.
"No," Keith said, pointing. "That fucking thing."
There was a child, maybe three or four years old, slightly spectral. Blood dripped from all orifices and various wounds, soaking the white-ish dress.
"Blood sprite," Weidong said.
"I'm checking our location," Keith said. "Keep them off, please."
Jun charged. He had brought along his shirt and pants, now letting them drop. A flexed biceps pushed Belle from his tattoo and the wisp exploded into a sparkle of flashing lights aimed at the child homunculus.
The blood sprite contorted its vessel, the child face twisting with an inhuman screech. Jun kicked the child into a tree.
Weidong bit down on the bone ball with a crunch but flinched back with a dog whimper. "Death," Weidong growled.
Fulin was already there and stomped, ice splattering from the sneaker containing Xiang.
Mira's pixie was agitated. "Dandy scouted trouble."
"More trouble?" Mo asked, incredulous.
A high-pitched man's voice echoed through the trees. "Uncle Truecross! I found the hecking baddies. I found them. Auntie Salome, here."
"Redeemers," Mira said, exhausted.
Eucharist arrived first, leaping so far he seemed to fly. The chaser and slayer of 22 with his brunet mop so disheveled he looked mad, wore a fittingly insane grin. Gray clothes a bit too nice for a walk in the forest. A switch blade in each hand.
"Demons demons demons," he sing-songed.
"Not wrong," Keith said. "Help kill them?"
Eucharist's laughter was completely unhinged.
Behind him, his relatives showed up. Truecross with the ponytail and a shabby coat, Salome with the crazy cat lady aesthetic and intense as fuck eyes. He carried a roll of wire that moved like a living whip, she carried a sharpened cross with Jesus on it.
The groups closed in on each other, the death and blood sprites creeping along the flanks.
Something ugly rose from the leaves right in the middle.
A deer, so decayed and rotten it barely held an animal shape.
"By the lord's mercy," Truecross yelled.
"Flipping demons," Eucharist said, still grinning, his eyes practically sparkling. "May the grace of the savior guide my humble hands."
"Death archon?" Keith asked no one in particular, eyes on the rot-deer.
"Revenge," Weidong said. "Grudges."
"Did we conjure it just now?" Keith yelled.
"Possible."
"Is it, uh, on our side?"
Weidong shook his head.
"Fuck me."
"We will cleanse the lord's domain of this wraith," Salome said.
"Be our guest," Mira said.
"Then we will cleanse it of you."
"Hm, less fond of that."
The rotten deer muse – grudge archon? – rattled and screeched. It charged into Eucharist who leaped over it effortlessly. The `wraith' turned on the spot, earth spaying under its hooves, and charged team delta. Multiple Outsiders were deployed to intercept and the area got tinged in stroboscopic lights.
Theo got tossed back. Something cold rushed past him.
Fulin had pulled him back. "Theo. Get away."
"I-"
The Primal pulled him in for a painful kiss. "Whatever happens," Fulin said, "you get out of here, okay?"
"Uh, sure?"
The alpha threw himself into the battle where streaks of colored fog obscured sight. Jun was punching the homunculus against a tree, ridiculous amounts of blood gushing from the tiny body.
Theo maneuvered around the flank. There wasn't much he could do but he had two loaded Outsiders to deploy. He let Flutter go, hoping the rose petal could find an opportunity to distract.
Eucharist landed in front of him, slashing. Theo let himself fall and rolled back to a stand. That was the extent of what martial arts Leo had instilled in him at Ikigai.
Theo evaded backward, while Eucharist closed in.
"By our lord and savior Jesus Christ, I shall deliver onto you-"
"Read another book, asshole."
Theo waved his ringed hand at the Redeemer and Scraggle sent a burst of blinding, searing light.
Eucharist screeched, clutching his eyes and punching himself in the face with his knife handles in the process.
Theo stood there, dumbly, battle going on behind Eucharist. He had to capitalize on this opportunity. Somehow. But without a loaded Outsider he was just a horny twink and the teen-looking 22 year old with knives was a fanatic superhuman. Leo's aphorisms weren't much guidance here.
Except...
Theo rushed in and put his hand on Eucharist's chest. He pulsed.
The face Eucharist made was so contorted by shock, he barely resembled himself. The knives dropped and the man bent his arms as if cramping. He wheezed, turning red.
Not knowing what to do, Theo pulsed again. But he was already getting weaker. Well, he was "supposed to be naked".
While the Redeemer quivered with his mouth wide open, eyes tearing up, Theo pulled his own shirt off. Eucharist saw this, reacted with more shock, then eagerly struggled out of his own shirt.
Theo dropped his pants, revealing a black jockstrap. Eucharist tore his own pants off with superstrength and the underwear along with it. He was already erect. The dick was cut, straight, about average sized with sparse but untrimmed pubes.
Theo kneeled down and Eucharist hammered his crotch into the blond's face.
Theo picked second gear. It seemed most likely to keep a guy holding still.
Weidong yelped – in pain? The battle field darkened. Then the Redeemer twink took up all of Theo's attention, humping the shaman's face.
"F-fffuck?" Eucharist said, as if it was his first time trying that word. "Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck shit piss cunt cocksuck bitch assfucking."
Okay, that little dude had some hang-ups.
"Fuck god. Fuck god in the ass. I love Satan. I suck Satan cock. I'm a faggot for Satan."
Wow. The hang-up department was working overtime. Theo went for a quick peak at max power and the top let out an ultra-high-pitched screech, every muscle in his body trembling. Theo needed a plan. He had to take out the fanatic idiot and help his friends.
Eucharist returned to consciousness with his voice several octaves deeper. "Dark lord Satan, I love your cock, fuck me, fuck me, fuck fuck fuuuuuuuuck me in the soul fuuuuck."
Theo actually laughed, which made him choke. His throat was getting ravaged raw and he could barely inch backward on his knees fast enough to keep himself from getting a bloody nose.
"Fuck God in the ass, Jesus faggot Christ. Lord Satan, make me your holy cunt fuck bitch whore. I love hell, I love hell, fuckfuckfuck fuuuuhhhh."
He just had to risk it.
Theo gripped Eucharist's hips while donating max power and pulsed at the same time as he initiated orgasm. The spray of cum into his throat was so strong it hurt. How much cum had this twink stored?
The Redeemer collapsed, sobbing. He assumed fetal position on the forest floor and clutched his crotch.
The shaman collected the knives and ran back toward the battle. The grudge wraith thing was just a deer corpse now. Glittering rime covered the area in streaks, the largest one ending at Fulin's shoes. The older Redeemers were sleeping, Mo holding both their foreheads.
Keith stumbled into the area, breathing hard. "Escape vehicles incoming. This way."
Fulin pulled Theo into a hug.
"Let's go," Theo said. "The crazy kid is going to get up soon."
"You took down a Redeemer?" Fulin asked.
"Yup."
"How?"
"Tell you later."
Mira's flower crown was gone. She carried Mo's feather boa on her arm and the blur of Dandy resided within. Mo himself was supported by Jun, carrying the bodybuilder's clothes for him. No visible injuries, maybe exhaustion since he'd drawn on his own V to supply Snap.
Coralline arrived first, giving first aid for scrapes and bruises. Juniper came with the van, Horace on board to take the wisps back. Flutter was gone but had apparently been valiant in battle. Scraggle slept in the wooden ring and Theo handed the Outsider back.
Most got a ride with Coralline or Juniper, but Theo and Keith waited for Damien show up whose car was already on the horizon.
The two shamans walked along the dirt road.
"So we conjured a murder deer, huh?" Theo asked.
"Seems like it," Keith said. "Accidental beacon. Hatred between people, everybody present Knowing, a rotting corpse in the ground. Hehe, maybe the archon was just checking out what's up and we, uh, escalated."
"Escalation is the theme for Mission Sodium, no?"
"Yeah. Sucks. I was looking forward to cool detective work. I was badass in the fight, though. Did you see?"
"No. Busy with Eucharist."
"I saw," Keith said and chuckled quietly.
Theo chose not to let the embarrassment affect him. "It's the weapon I was given, Duskwright."
"Hey, whatever works for you, Seductionspinner."
Theo groaned. "That's a bad one. I need a theme so you can stop."
The blond couldn't help but check out Keith with his perfect, golden skin and his perfect flowing hair and his perfect frame and face and ugh.
Theo looked into the noosphere. The drives and emotions surrounding Keith were heavy on relaxation, escape, sleep, but also... guilt? Insecurity? Theo was bad at making sense of the blurry vision snippets drawing from his own life. Was he maybe just seeing Mel?
Damien came their way in a jeep that didn't look like it had ever been off-road.
The Stygian crown prince dropped off Keith, then chauffeured Theo to the Smiling Panda for a long fuck. His first since the cock cage.
Damien didn't seem to miss Theo's dick. Theo on the other hand was going slightly mad with horniness.
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Theo's studio apartment, dim lights mostly from innumerable black candles, Incu's bull head in the wall mirror, the Watcher's eyes blinking in the darkened window.
Held upright by rope connecting his collar to a hook on the ceiling, his legs were spread with a bar, his hands cuffed behind his back.
Paris fucked him, the prince's self-control repeatedly slipping away as third gear let him experience the pleasure of ten fucks at once.
Theo was slightly bent over, as far as the roped collar allowed, out of his mind horny but securely caged.
Ray Johnston lounged on Theo' mattress in a leather vest. The buff DJ `wore' chains as decoration on wrists and ankles as well as a cock ring. He was keeping himself erect with one hand.
"Uh, Paris?" Ray said. "Your phone is beeping but I saw you turn it to silent, soooo... emergency call?"
Paris shook himself out of a sex-stupor. "Who?"
Ray turned over and fumbled with Paris' things.
Theo whimpered and Paris continued to fuck, his hands gripping Theo steadily as the blond struggled in his restraints, turning around the hook-point with legs apart as the prince fucked him in a circle.
"Leylani."
"Fuck!" Paris yelled and gave Theo a slap on both ass cheeks with the force of rage.
The shaman's thighs quivered as his top pulled out.
Ray was so eager to take over, Theo wondered if the call had been made up. But Paris stepped into the bathroom to call back.
The biracial Stygian let his old British accent out. "You're mine now, white bottom, and I'm going to break you to pieces. Let me see how deep you can handle it."
Ray pushed his hand in and Theo's ass accommodated the intruder whether he wanted it to or not. Theo's moans were uncontrollable and he sounded like a dying car engine. He saw his contorting face in the mirror, below the bull runes that kept Incu pact-bound, before his eyes rolled back into his head.
Ray made good on his threat and kept pushing when his hand was fully inside. Theo gave max power into the fist. It was probably a dumb idea, but he was dumb right now and wanted to be.
Ray made animal yelps between ragged breaths.
The bottom lost control and pissed. His cage directed the stream mostly down. Ray mumble-moaned, his free hand wrapped around Theo's torso, his nails dragging on the bottom's nipples.
Both men were blind with pleasure for some time. Theo managed to look at the mirror again and see most of Ray's forearm had vanished into him. He cried out, feeling panicked and overwhelmed and desired and triumphant.
Paris returned, leaned on the bathroom doorframe and grinned.
Ray worked his way back out, back in, repeatedly. Theo slowly sine-waved through the power levels.
"Hey there," Paris said, noticing that Ray was gaining consciousness again.
"H-hey," Ray said. "Cool boyfriend you've got."
"Oh yeah? He's borrow-able, don't worry. Just hope I get him back."
Ray laughed. "You have hands, no?"
"Are you leaving?" Theo asked.
Paris shook his head. "Not an emergency, more of a warning. Ebon Mist is coming to town."
Ray pulled his hand out fully and collapsed on the floor.
Theo was forced to stay standing, legs trembling. He spent a minute just recovering as the aftershocks ebbed, softly crying.
"Your old biker buddies?" Ray asked.
Theo hummed inquisitively.
Paris stepped up to the bound blond and kissed tears off Theo's cheeks. "Ebon Mist are a mobile Stygian coven. More dynamic, most of them recently turned or first gen. Before I was a Bellerose of the Onyx Skies, I was Ebon Mist."
They kissed and Theo used his power as best he could. Tongue to tongue, his ability wasn't as intuitive or controlled but he managed to push up to second gear during the kiss.
Ray kneeled down behind him and rimmed his hole. Theo's hole had already recovered.
Paris broke the kiss and extended the rope, letting Theo spread his knees more and bend with a stronger back arch.
"Mmmmlove you," Theo mumbled.
"Love you right back."
"Does that mean you were a biker?" Theo asked. "I wasn't sure you can even drive?"
"It was a short stint, relatively. I wanted to do something with my quasi-immortality. See the world. Back in the fifties that was more trouble, especially while black. I have anecdotes, though. Any requests?"
"Fist me, sir."
Both Stygian's chuckled. "Not even begging for a fuck anymore," Paris said.
"Sad news for us," Ray said. "Black dicks spotted in line for unemployment."
"Somehow," Paris said and dug his fingers into Theo's hole. "I don't really care."