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If anyone with eyes took one look at Regect, it'd be fairly obvious that he was into Ze. The passing glances, the constant excuses to touch him, being attached to the guy by the hip... the entity was falling hard. This was clear to everyone except for Ze, apparently. Though he thought it stupid, Regect was secretly relieved Ze was as clueless as he was. It saved him the trouble of having those awkward conversations he knew would happen eventually.
Today was like any other day, but for some odd reason, his feelings were amplified by ten. Twenty, even. He could not stop thinking of that man for the life of him. Maybe it was the fact that Ze decided to go without his jacket today. Or maybe it was his soaked hair and clothes after he "fell" into the lake during their fishing trip. He wasn't entirely sure. Whatever it was, it affected him to no end.
What did he decide to do about his feelings?
Annoy Ze, of course!
Sure, it wouldn't end well, but it'd keep Ze's attention on him. Plus, it'd make his feelings for him less discernable. Maybe.
That's why, when they finally got home from their trip, Regect decided to pester the still relatively damp Ze.
"Man, I can't believe you fell into the lake, that was hilarious." He chuckled. As expected, this statement pressed Ze's buttons.
"Dude, you pushed me in." He responded, already fed up with the entity.
"Pssh, whaaaat? Nooo, I would never do that, what're you talking about?" He placed an elbow atop Ze's shoulder, instantly getting it pushed off.
"You told me, verbatim, "Yo, dude, look at that cool bird over there," and when I looked, you shoved me into the water."
"Okayy... but it was funny, right?"
"No, fucker, it wasn't funny."
"It was."
"What if I couldn't swim? What then?"
"But, like... you can, though."
"But what if I couldn't??"
"But you can? And I helped you get out, I don't see the issue here."
Ze let out a frustrated groan and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Oh my god, it's a hypothetical."
"Well, uh... it's a dumb hypothetical. 'Cause you're dumb. You can swim, dummy."
"Jesus christ, are you stupid? Are you being stupid on purpose?"
Regect suddenly felt his heart flutter.
"Wh- Whatcha mean?" He coaxed, his confidence wavering. "I'm not stupid, you're stupid. For that-- that hypothetical."
"You're being a fucking moron, dude. And I can't tell if you're just trying to get a rise out of me, or if you're genuinely that braindead." Ze replied, still pissed.
"Why w--? Why would I start an argument for fun?" The entity questioned, as if that was the most outlandish accusation he's ever received. Ze raised an eyebrow, smirked, and crossed his arms.
"You're stuttering," He stated cockily. "That means I'm right."
The monster nearly lost his breath as a warmth spread along his pelvis, a squirming feeling coming from the inside of his groin.
Oh.
Oh no.
Was he really getting hot and bothered from this?
He was. He absolutely was.
He thanked who or whatever created him for his ability to hide his sex organs away from the public eye. If Ze saw him getting hard from this, he'd never hear the end of it.
However, it was the emotional impact of Ze's words that was more difficult to hide.
"...Nuh uh." Regect responded simply, trying not to let his arousal get to him.
"Don't act like that," Ze sneered, rolling his eyes and losing the smug grin. "You're being a dumb asshole for the sake of being a dumb asshole!" He stepped closer to the entity, prodding a finger against his chest. "I've had enough of it for now, got that? Pull this shit again today, and you're sleeping in that hole tonight. I'll make sure of it."
"FUCK, OKAY! Fine! Whatever!" Regect shouted, folding his arms and pouting like a child. Ze groaned and shoved Regect's shoulder, knowing the monster was being overdramatic on purpose.
If only he knew the reason why.
The feeling in Regect's crotch persisted throughout the afternoon. It didn't go away, no matter how hard he tried to think of anything else. His desire only deepened whenever Ze dared to do something near him. Which was all the time. They lived in the same house, what else did he expect? Every accidental touch, every quip said, every action he took no matter how small... it drove him mad.
He couldn't do anything about it, either. If he flew off somewhere to relieve himself, surely Ze or Moe would wonder where he went off to and look for him. He had no privacy in this world. All he had was a shared makeshift bedroom with the thinnest walls known to man.
Why did they have to share a bedroom? Why didn't he just build three separate bedrooms like a normal monster? God, he was such an idiot.
"You're such an idiot, man."
He squeezed his invisible eyes shut and crossed his legs as tightly as he could, sitting there in the living room and trying his hardest to ignore the sound of Ze's voice in his head. His thoughts were thankfully interrupted by Moe's excited honking as she practically dragged the aforementioned Ze towards the front door.
"Huh-?" He looked at the two heading outside. "What-- where're you guys going?"
"Oh shit, forgot to tell you," Ze started. "Moe heard The Living Tombstone was hosting another live event and she wants me to take her." Moe confirmed this with multiple aggressive nods.
"Oh, alright, uh... have fun." Regect responded in a monotone manner, trying his hardest not to give himself away. Ze partially caught on to his strange behavior.
"...You good? You're acting weird again." He asked.
"YES, yes, I'm fine. Everything's fine." Regect quickly answered, making an effort not to blush. Ze glanced down at the monster's odd seating position.
"Uh... then why're you sitting like that--"
"Just go, dude," The entity interrupted. "I'm fine. I'm chill. I'm cool. As always."
"...Ooookay, if you say so." Ze shrugged. "If anything in the house is messed up when we're back, I'm kicking your ass."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, got it, just go. Have fun."
"Yup. See ya, chud."
"Bye."
Moe happily pulled Ze through the door and it closed behind them. Silence filled the entire space as the sun began to set.
Regect was alone.
Finally.
The moment he knew they were far enough away, he sighed and let his imagination run wild. He knew what he wanted.
He wanted Ze to fuck him. Or he wanted to fuck Ze. It didn't matter. Either way, he wanted to be berated all throughout.
"You're kidding. You've been hard this whole time? Just 'cause I called you stupid?" Ze's voice questioned, beginning to play out a fantasy he's never had before. God, what a welcome sight it was.
"...That's fuckin' pathetic."
Regect quickly got up from his seat, now too pent up not to do anything about his erection. He flew upstairs and began to build. "It doesn't matter," he told himself. "I'll just break all this after I'm done."
He used stone brick to produce a wall, giving himself a small closed off area. He added a sandstone floor and blocked off the windows with more of the brick. After placing a few torches around so he could see what he was doing, he placed a bed in the corner of the room.
Sitting down on the edge of the bed, he finally let his writhing cock be seen, the slit on his groin appearing and opening faster than it ever has. The slithery, tentacle-adjacent penis twisted itself out of his loins, already slick with bodily fluid and begging to be touched.
"Do it, man. Jack off for me."
Regect obliged to the voice in his head and wrapped his hand around his dick, giving it a few strokes. He let out a throaty moan, covering his transparent mouth with his other hand as if someone else was in the building with him. He imagined Ze standing in front of him, his tent fully on display, breath shuddering at the sight before him. His bulge would twitch periodically, maybe even grow a bit larger as the entity pitifully pleasured himself for the other's entertainment.
Needless to say, he came embarrassingly fast.
"F-Fuuuck..." He whined to nobody, looking down at the mess he's made on the sandstone beneath him. He could hear Ze's disappointment ringing in his ears already.
"...Huh. You really didn't last long, did you?" The voice said. "You're that easy? I haven't even started to pre yet..."
Regect curled over in shame, his length already hardening once more.
"Yeah? That turn you on? God, you're weird."
The monster let out a whimper and fully laid down on the bed, pulsing cock still in his grasp. He shivered at the nonexistent hands trailing across his body and let his shaft turn sodden again. He used his other hand to grab the pillow by his head and position it below him, now barely managing to hover above it. The cushion quickly faded into a vivid image of Ze, completely nude with his legs spread.
"Let's hope you last longer while you fuck me." The illusory Ze spoke.
Regect pulled the pillow closer to his torso and started to hump against it in a desperate stupor. His wriggling length rubbed up and down against the linen as he moaned along to whines and commands that weren't there. Faster, slower, harder, softer, whatever Ze wanted, he did with zero hesitation. He held the cushion like a lover would hold the one they cherished the most, imagining Ze's legs wrapped around his torso and holding him in place.
"Ngh- f-fuck... Fffuck, Ze... Ze..." He groaned into the fabric, muffling his voice.
A spurt of yellowish semen spread along the pillowcase as he climaxed.
"Haah... fuck, Regect... That was good..."
The entity smiled weakly, still holding and caressing the pillow as if it was a person. He imagined Ze combing his fingers through his short fur, praising him with his words and leaving a trail of soft kisses along his face. The feeling was euphoric, dreamy, it was everything...
...It was arousing.
He envisioned Ze laughing at that fact.
"You're getting hard again?... Turn over, lemme help with that..."
Regect listened to the voice and turned onto his back, the pillow falling to the floor as a result. His dick slinked back into the crevice it came from, the organ slowly turning itself into a drenched, nerve-filled hole. He took two of his own fingers and spat on them before using them to gently tease his entrance.
"Relax, man... you've earned this. Let me take care of you."
The monster shuddered as he started slowly pumping his digits in and out of his newly formed pussy, fantasizing that they were Ze's cock instead. The mere idea of the man fucking him silly was more than enough to get him close, and using his hand made the delusion that much more real. He moaned deliciously as the tips brushed against a particularly sensitive spot, the action gradually picking up it's pace. He visualized Ze's sweaty, naked body right up against his, pinning him down against the mattress and running his hands along his figure as he made the roughest of love to him.
He came for the third and final time on the blankets, completely spent and still weakly touching himself.
For a while he laid there, panting with his fingers still inside of him and slowly coming back down to earth. Each long minute that ticked by brought Regect more and more into clarity. He gently removed his fingers and sat up, resealing his genitals back into hiding and glancing around. It was then he fully comprehended that he had indeed been alone this whole time.
Ze's beautiful presence had disappeared. His sharp, demanding, yet loving voice was gone. His gentle, taunting touch was gone. His plush lips on the monster's neck were gone. All that was left was Regect, sitting alone in the dimly lit room.
All one could hear was the entity's shallow breathing and the pitter-patter of the rain against the covered glass.
Great. It was raining.
He hated the rain.
It only served as a reminder of his isolation.
The monster sighed, got up from his seat on the bed, cleaned himself off, and began to destroy the room block by block.