Warning: This thread is SICK SICK SICK. Things are going to be weird here and there is going to be questionable themes like weird monster sex, torture, gore, and other such things. Read at your own risk.
Look, Jett was a terrible roommate. That was a fact. He was a terrible roommate and a terrible person, but he had way too much fun to be bothered by whispers and rumors.
He'd recently been given a different roommate in one of the worst, cramped rooms on campus. It was his last chance. One more fuck up and he was out of the dorms and out of the college. Now, despite all of Jett's misdoings, he did want his degree in criminal justice, so he took this with a smile (not that he wouldn't have otherwise).
When he got to the room (complete with an almost scratched off room number), he propped the door open and yanked his suitcase in. Yeah, it looked as if it had been remodeled from some kind of large janitorial closet or something. One window, two twin beds, one desk, one bookshelf, one dresser. Nice.
He plopped his suitcase on the best-looking bed (which seemed to be claimed but, eh, was his now), and began unpacking his one bag. Creepy picture book, shoe box, sheets, clothing. Nothing fancy, Jett hadn't brought a whole lot with him to the island when he'd come years earlier.
He flopped back on the bed, still wearing his shoes and with his arms supporting his head. This room wasn't so bad. He could get used to this. No, Jett wasn't worried about who his roommate might be. There was nothing the Skinwalker couldn't handle.
It was probably fair, getting a serious threat towards living in the dorms after cooking someone a warm meal, then pretending it'd been human meat all along. It hadn't been. Not that time, anyway. It was local campus squirrel, but he'd never told his ex-roomie that, as they'd simply gotten fed up with the initial false reveal and never bothered to dig any further.
Toby'd gone through a lot of roommates, in and out, in and out, but they never quite gave all the explicit details of the shit he pulled with them when making official complaints or requests to switch. His whispers and rumors were even quieter, the vaguest of implications, but the strongest of shudders among those who had met or seen him. So while he had a chance of getting kicked out of the dorms, it didn't quite extend to the school altogether.
They'd sure given him a shitty fucking room, though. He was ecstatic. These were the kinds of conditions natural to what he wanted to embrace, it'd be too easy slipping further into his desired persona now. He was real getting the hang of this.
Near the start of the second term of his first year, he left the old room he was getting kicked out of bright and early in order to go snoop through school papers. Check who he was being assigned to sleep in the same place with, research. Jett Lavelle. He recognized that name well enough. Of course he did! Jett was some real infamous garbage, and he was the one in more danger here. Toby wondered if he could dangle that over the other's head, if needed. He'd have to wait and find out.
A quick peek at his school file told Toby that Jett was a Skinwalker (oh, oh wow, that gave him the pleasant kind of shivers), orphan (and with how Skinwalkers were told to function, he had an idea or two how that might've happened), intelligent- and that not much about him was known before he'd come over to Manta Carlos in his teens, earlier than Toby had. He wanted more, but he figured he'd set himself up in the new room first, then come back later when Jett was likely going to be around. Prepared in every aspect.
Toby dug deeper. He found that Jett had medical records that stated when he was tested for diseases, he had everything, just stuffed away and dormant. Fascinating, sounded dark magic related. Close relations of interest were a few people in the Underground, nothing known outside Manta Carlos. High grades. He was building up a criminal record, and had a lot aside from things that could get him permanently fucked, which Toby felt had to be deliberate. He was majoring in Criminal Justice, for fuck's sake. Toby had a feeling there was an extremely specific, questionable reason behind that. Languages were English and Latin.
By the time he'd gotten through all of that, Toby was fidgety, curious, wanted stimulation and poking, testing, satisfaction of that curiosity. He returned to their small room, a shadow lurking at the doorframe. Jett was there now, seemed to have just arrived. He'd stolen Toby's bed within that time period. Or had he. It was still up in the air, as far as he was concerned.
Toby wasn't one for traditional introductions. He didn't think like that, or care for manners and standards. These were twin sized beds, but Toby was small. He slinked up to Jett, squinted at him for exactly two seconds, then pushed at and jabbed at him in order to give himself the chance to also get on the bed. While Jett was still there, and Toby hadn't even given his name, much less a hello.
"This is mine, jackass," he said, while his cheek was squished against Jett's shoulder. He stared up at him with large, golden eyes.
So there they were. Awkwardly squeezed on the same bed, strangers, both awful, and in this for the long run. Whatever this would be, positive, negative, a mix, Toby was sure uninteresting wasn't part of the picture. Nah. Anything but that.
Toby'd gone through a lot of roommates, in and out, in and out, but they never quite gave all the explicit details of the shit he pulled with them when making official complaints or requests to switch. His whispers and rumors were even quieter, the vaguest of implications, but the strongest of shudders among those who had met or seen him. So while he had a chance of getting kicked out of the dorms, it didn't quite extend to the school altogether.
They'd sure given him a shitty fucking room, though. He was ecstatic. These were the kinds of conditions natural to what he wanted to embrace, it'd be too easy slipping further into his desired persona now. He was real getting the hang of this.
Near the start of the second term of his first year, he left the old room he was getting kicked out of bright and early in order to go snoop through school papers. Check who he was being assigned to sleep in the same place with, research. Jett Lavelle. He recognized that name well enough. Of course he did! Jett was some real infamous garbage, and he was the one in more danger here. Toby wondered if he could dangle that over the other's head, if needed. He'd have to wait and find out.
A quick peek at his school file told Toby that Jett was a Skinwalker (oh, oh wow, that gave him the pleasant kind of shivers), orphan (and with how Skinwalkers were told to function, he had an idea or two how that might've happened), intelligent- and that not much about him was known before he'd come over to Manta Carlos in his teens, earlier than Toby had. He wanted more, but he figured he'd set himself up in the new room first, then come back later when Jett was likely going to be around. Prepared in every aspect.
Toby dug deeper. He found that Jett had medical records that stated when he was tested for diseases, he had everything, just stuffed away and dormant. Fascinating, sounded dark magic related. Close relations of interest were a few people in the Underground, nothing known outside Manta Carlos. High grades. He was building up a criminal record, and had a lot aside from things that could get him permanently fucked, which Toby felt had to be deliberate. He was majoring in Criminal Justice, for fuck's sake. Toby had a feeling there was an extremely specific, questionable reason behind that. Languages were English and Latin.
By the time he'd gotten through all of that, Toby was fidgety, curious, wanted stimulation and poking, testing, satisfaction of that curiosity. He returned to their small room, a shadow lurking at the doorframe. Jett was there now, seemed to have just arrived. He'd stolen Toby's bed within that time period. Or had he. It was still up in the air, as far as he was concerned.
Toby wasn't one for traditional introductions. He didn't think like that, or care for manners and standards. These were twin sized beds, but Toby was small. He slinked up to Jett, squinted at him for exactly two seconds, then pushed at and jabbed at him in order to give himself the chance to also get on the bed. While Jett was still there, and Toby hadn't even given his name, much less a hello.
"This is mine, jackass," he said, while his cheek was squished against Jett's shoulder. He stared up at him with large, golden eyes.
So there they were. Awkwardly squeezed on the same bed, strangers, both awful, and in this for the long run. Whatever this would be, positive, negative, a mix, Toby was sure uninteresting wasn't part of the picture. Nah. Anything but that.
Oh yeah, the room was shitty as they came, but Jett was digging it. What was that word people used for places like this? Homely? Quaint? Some other condescending description? Whatever. It was that word. The other bed seemed to have a spring loose and it was stained with what Jett wanted to say was piss, but really he didn't know.
Jett had closed his eyes by the time Toby was heading back to the room. The skinwalker was imagining all the fun things he could be doing. He really had himself in a shitty situation this time, hadn't he? How did one be careful while also being a complete prankster and, at times, criminal?
Jett was running through game plans in his head when a body laid beside him. He furrowed his brow, not bothering to open his eyes yet. It was a boy because they certainly wouldn't have roomed him with a girl, but he felt.... afuckingdorable. Jett opened an eye and a grin spread across his face. Oh....God.....
"You are fucking adorable," he said, first and foremost. Jett freed one of his hands and reached over to boop Toby on the nose. "Dear sweet God, look at those features. Man, I sure do hope you swing my way, or the sexual tension is going to be mad around here."
Jett threw his body to the side, likely tossing them both to the ground with the Skinwalker atop Toby. If so, Jett would straddle Toby and cross his arms triumphantly. "Well, it was your bed, but then I came and took it while you were busy with what I can only assume was peeking in someone's bedroom while they were changing."
The Skinwalker reached for Toby's face to play with his lips, nose, and cheeks. "For fuck sakes man, you have the features of a fucking Angel. What's with that shit? I am legit considering cutting your nose off to steal it while you sleep. Either I'm cutting shit off, or I'm fucking you. You get one or the other, but you can't choose neither. Simply not allowed."
Maybe it was becoming clear why Jett's roommates had never been fans of his. Most people liked to try and fight Jett head on because they assumed he was too much of a goof to be a real threat, or they thought him dumb. Those people didn't last very long.
First impression, 'fucking adorable', according to Jett. So he was attracted to him. Toby was surprised and utterly unsurprised in the same breath, somehow. He supposed they'd be having sex, then. It was tempting to pretend he didn't swing that way, or worse, did but simply wasn't interested in Jett. That could be amusing, he wondered how the man would react?
Then, they were crashing to the floor, and Toby was more or less pinned. It was impossible to hide the light pink flush of his cheeks.
"No," he said, mildly annoyed and entirely endeared. "I was stalking you a bit, actually, but that was a good guess. And I don't care that you 'took' it, not how things work." He didn't even mind the concept of sleeping on the other bed, questionable or not. He wasn't squeamish, or if he was, he enjoyed the feeling. He was just being contrary.
He didn't make any complaints while his face was being touched. "I've heard that before. The eyebags and personality usually distract from it, these days. Occasionally, though…" A sigh, as though this was tiring, "There are people like you. Nothing to be done." He tilted his head. "Why when I sleep, why not when I'm awake? What are you, a cowardly child? It'd heal in an hour or two, and I'd be bleeding on your shit, not like I give a fuck."
He paused for a moment, contemplative. "…Neither? Who'd want that option?" He took Jett's hand, very gently, kissing and sucking at his fingertips, extremely deliberate. "Why not both?"
He bit him. Not the playful kind of bite. Full on, you could lose something from this if you aren't careful, vicious clamp down of teeth and jaws. Fucker. He hoped he'd get to taste his blood.
Then, they were crashing to the floor, and Toby was more or less pinned. It was impossible to hide the light pink flush of his cheeks.
"No," he said, mildly annoyed and entirely endeared. "I was stalking you a bit, actually, but that was a good guess. And I don't care that you 'took' it, not how things work." He didn't even mind the concept of sleeping on the other bed, questionable or not. He wasn't squeamish, or if he was, he enjoyed the feeling. He was just being contrary.
He didn't make any complaints while his face was being touched. "I've heard that before. The eyebags and personality usually distract from it, these days. Occasionally, though…" A sigh, as though this was tiring, "There are people like you. Nothing to be done." He tilted his head. "Why when I sleep, why not when I'm awake? What are you, a cowardly child? It'd heal in an hour or two, and I'd be bleeding on your shit, not like I give a fuck."
He paused for a moment, contemplative. "…Neither? Who'd want that option?" He took Jett's hand, very gently, kissing and sucking at his fingertips, extremely deliberate. "Why not both?"
He bit him. Not the playful kind of bite. Full on, you could lose something from this if you aren't careful, vicious clamp down of teeth and jaws. Fucker. He hoped he'd get to taste his blood.
"Awe. Swoon," Jett said when told Toby had been stalking him. He placed his left hand over his heart, while the other remained tracing Toby's lips. It was a good thing Toby was okay with that whole 'I don't know what personal space is' thing Jett was playing at.
"And I disagree. I'm disinclined to acquiesce on this whole bed ordeal. Looks like we'll be sharing, because I ain't moving, and you're too adorable to be all the way across the room. Like a creepy little teddy bear with sex appeal."
"Usually, the awake one's run and while that can be fun I'd want the nose perfectly intact, so I could then surgically put it on my face." Jett paused, thoughtful, still smiling, thoroughly captivated. "Which means I'd have to cut my nose off too. Yes, this could work."
When Toby sucked on Jett's fingers, the Skinwalker's talking lulled and he stared at the other man hungrily, but still retained his control. He was wary, honestly. He was set up with a very sick and very entertaining man, wasn't he? He liked that. He could work with it.
"Pussies want that option. Pussies and killjoys. You are neither. I like you. I think I'm going to keep you. You're too fun to throw away, you little trash Angel."
Annnnd then, Jett was bitten, because of course he was. Unsurprising, but an absolute delight nonetheless. Jett squealed in surprise and reflexively threw the hardest punch he could smack dab to Toby's forehead while he released the magic of disease onto the other man. It was nothing big, the sniffles. A test.
"Fucking Christ, either you're a real tease, or you're as turned on as me, either way, you get a kiss." Once Toby had released Jett's fingers (what a cute Lil' fucker, right?), Jett would grab him roughly by the shoulders to yank him into a sloppy, forceful kiss.
Toby's head spun for a moment after he was punched, a bruise forming on his forehead that'd clear in around five minutes or so. He stopped biting Jett so he could groan and rub at his head, then, gave a squeaky little sneeze. He blinked rapidly, wondering if that was Jett's fault, and shot him a very suspicious look.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" Toby taunted. He still didn't get why he had to choose either one or the other from these options Jett was presenting him with. He was a well rounded nasty.
He was yanked up, gasping despite having been warned, and opened his mouth to go along with this development. He threw his arms around Jett's neck, clinging but otherwise allowing him to do as he pleased. He nipped a bit, squirmed under the other young man, and reached up to tug at his hair to get him closer.
Toby may have had a thing for being violated, but that didn't mean he was the weak nerd he was stereotyped as being. He indulged Jett at first, then when he figured he was distracted enough, flipped them over so he was sitting cozily on Jett's lap rather than the other way around. Toby looked down at him and bit his bottom lip, rolling his hips once, curious.
"Name's Tobias York," he offered, since it appeared only one of them had pre-stalked their new roomie. "Call me Toby. I don't belong to anyone, so you can't keep me, but I'd love to see you try."
"Wouldn't you like to know?" Toby taunted. He still didn't get why he had to choose either one or the other from these options Jett was presenting him with. He was a well rounded nasty.
He was yanked up, gasping despite having been warned, and opened his mouth to go along with this development. He threw his arms around Jett's neck, clinging but otherwise allowing him to do as he pleased. He nipped a bit, squirmed under the other young man, and reached up to tug at his hair to get him closer.
Toby may have had a thing for being violated, but that didn't mean he was the weak nerd he was stereotyped as being. He indulged Jett at first, then when he figured he was distracted enough, flipped them over so he was sitting cozily on Jett's lap rather than the other way around. Toby looked down at him and bit his bottom lip, rolling his hips once, curious.
"Name's Tobias York," he offered, since it appeared only one of them had pre-stalked their new roomie. "Call me Toby. I don't belong to anyone, so you can't keep me, but I'd love to see you try."
Jett was answered by the greediness of Toby's lips on his. Oh, he liked this. He hadn't expected all of this to happen when he had found out he'd be getting a new roommate, but God wasn't it just great?
Jett's hands were ravenous as they roamed Toby's body. He was a very soft thing, this little creep, and Jett had always been a fan of soft, delicate looking things. It helped that Toby wasn't as breakable as he appeared. Something Jett would find out when, suddenly, he was the one on the ground.
The Skinwalker may have normally fought being dominated this way. He liked being the one in charge, physically speaking, but with Toby gyrating their hips together, well, what was there to complain about? Jett held the other man's hips, keeping him moving. "I'll do you one better, Toby, I won't just try, I'll succeed."
Since they were playing this little game, Jett would go to flip them again. He was bigger than this little ferret, and he didn't trust Toby being the one in charge. His smile was more a baring of teeth by this point. The only thing Jett could imagine now was tearing Toby apart. Could this little cutie handle that? The idea was arousing, and luckily, Jett was pushed close enough to Toby that the other man could feel just how stimulating an idea it was.
"Ever been mauled by an animal?" Jett asked as casual as if they were talking about the weather. "You wanna be?"
Toby shivered at Jett's hands feeling him up, pressing into it welcomingly. Less teasing and testing, after that, more uncoordinated and eager grinding. He laughed, breath hitching. "Haha, cute! We'll see about that, arrogant brat. I won't discourage you, but I'll keep being honest about it."
He was on the dirty ground again, where he was supposed to be. Jett looked animalistic, and Toby blushed, lips gently parted, developing a crush right in that moment. He hitched his legs around Jett, squeezing, and snuck a hand down to palm him through his pants.
His eyes widened, then lit up at the next words, a suggestion. "Oh, god yes. What, here, now? I'm not cleaning up the mess, just so you know. And here I thought you'd just be fucking me on this disgusting floor. Painting it red, too, huh?"
He unbuttoned Jett's pants, slipping his hand in to touch him properly. He grinned all at once, mirroring the expression the Skinwalker had on his face. "Other forms should be part of your power set, that's right. Not to mention those interesting diseases swimming and squirming around in you. What have you done to earn it? How many family members did you slaughter, Jett? A mother, father, any baby siblings? Did they trust you? I hope they screamed."
He was on the dirty ground again, where he was supposed to be. Jett looked animalistic, and Toby blushed, lips gently parted, developing a crush right in that moment. He hitched his legs around Jett, squeezing, and snuck a hand down to palm him through his pants.
His eyes widened, then lit up at the next words, a suggestion. "Oh, god yes. What, here, now? I'm not cleaning up the mess, just so you know. And here I thought you'd just be fucking me on this disgusting floor. Painting it red, too, huh?"
He unbuttoned Jett's pants, slipping his hand in to touch him properly. He grinned all at once, mirroring the expression the Skinwalker had on his face. "Other forms should be part of your power set, that's right. Not to mention those interesting diseases swimming and squirming around in you. What have you done to earn it? How many family members did you slaughter, Jett? A mother, father, any baby siblings? Did they trust you? I hope they screamed."
God, this kid was driving Jett crazy in the best of ways. Who knew his roommate could be so fun and cute? He really hit the fucking jackpot, hadn't he? Jett bit Toby's lower lip as his groin was rubbed, eliciting a pleasured groan from him.
He pushed as close as he could to Toby, nuzzling his nose into the crook of Toby's neck to suck the skin there and create a mark of ownership. He grazed his teeth against Toby's tender flesh, the threat of a bit or worse, death, was ever present.
"Right here," Jett breathed against Toby's ear. He shook as Toby spoke about the blood he'd spilled to gain his powers. Jett hadn't thought it was possible, but somehow only then did his arousal peak. He really was a sick fuck, wasn't he?
Jett dug his teeth into Toby's neck. They were sharper and larger than they had been before. In the next second, Jett's skin shed away. It wasn't pretty. The chunks fell, thick with blood, to the floor around them. In his place was a large, monstrous creature with visible ribs, a wiry frame, constant smile baring teeth, and long-fingered hands that gripped Toby and held him firm to the ground.
Jett laughed in a voice too high and too human for the creature he had become. He tore at Toby's throat, mangling it until Toby would be entirely unable to breathe. Once done with that Jett would immediately move to the stomach, where he'd tear into the abdomen and take a mouthful of meat to eat down. Delicious.
Notably, and maybe to anyone but the sick fuck with him right now, Jett was still turned on. Yeah, that was pretty evident in this form without clothing or thick fur to hide his desire.
Toby could barely contain his giggles. He was about to be his roommates chewtoy, and moaned when teeth grazed his neck, clinging and savoring heat. Right here! He hummed his approval and unbuttoned his shirt a little, all for being torn up. His smile twitched, too, when his despicable words only seemed to turn Jett on. They'd get along just fine.
He cried out at the unrestrained biting, more of a predatory hold to put him out of commission, but it was in no means a distressed sound. If these walls were too thin, if anyone were to hear him and not see the gore, they would hardly suspect anything out of the ordinary. College students fucked— and really, being a horny eighteen year old was one of the more normal things about Toby. Adding freak masochist to a scary extent into the mix was when he started making it weird. He always made it weird.
Those teeth were sharper, bigger now, he could feel it, and took shaky breaths. Then, oh dear christ, Jett was shedding the human away, because he was anything but that. It was fucking disgusting. Toby squirmed and squealed, eyes lit up, flushing, struggling instinctively. He'd never seen a skinwalker in real life, and it was even better than anticipated, just his type. He was so flustered. He felt like blushing and tripping over his words like a schoolgirl. Instead, he was going to get eaten.
His squirming weakened when his throat was torn into, though his heartbeat didn't stop. He couldn't breathe, and was suffocating, but he lived on. Pain in his stomach, ripping and tearing. He kicked his feet rather pathetically and clawed at the floor. Everything was slick and gross with blood and gore. He would've been screaming, but that ability had been stolen from him. Toby did manage to notice Jett was still turned on. So was he. Not one of those half-assed masochists, oh no, he was the real deal.
In a rather silly move, he reached down shakily to hold one of those unsettling hands that were keeping him trapped, because crushes were crushes. He wondered if he was tasty. He'd have to ask later, when his throat was done healing.
He cried out at the unrestrained biting, more of a predatory hold to put him out of commission, but it was in no means a distressed sound. If these walls were too thin, if anyone were to hear him and not see the gore, they would hardly suspect anything out of the ordinary. College students fucked— and really, being a horny eighteen year old was one of the more normal things about Toby. Adding freak masochist to a scary extent into the mix was when he started making it weird. He always made it weird.
Those teeth were sharper, bigger now, he could feel it, and took shaky breaths. Then, oh dear christ, Jett was shedding the human away, because he was anything but that. It was fucking disgusting. Toby squirmed and squealed, eyes lit up, flushing, struggling instinctively. He'd never seen a skinwalker in real life, and it was even better than anticipated, just his type. He was so flustered. He felt like blushing and tripping over his words like a schoolgirl. Instead, he was going to get eaten.
His squirming weakened when his throat was torn into, though his heartbeat didn't stop. He couldn't breathe, and was suffocating, but he lived on. Pain in his stomach, ripping and tearing. He kicked his feet rather pathetically and clawed at the floor. Everything was slick and gross with blood and gore. He would've been screaming, but that ability had been stolen from him. Toby did manage to notice Jett was still turned on. So was he. Not one of those half-assed masochists, oh no, he was the real deal.
In a rather silly move, he reached down shakily to hold one of those unsettling hands that were keeping him trapped, because crushes were crushes. He wondered if he was tasty. He'd have to ask later, when his throat was done healing.