thethespacecoyote:

This previously lame Halloween party had taken a turn for the interesting the moment Rhys encountered this handsome stranger.

Of course, Rhys couldn’t see much of his face behind the ornate masquerade mask he wore, but the intense eyes and charming flash of teeth he could see behind the decorated holes quickly won him over. This guy was quite the flirt, too, complimenting the construction of Rhys’ angel costume and how well the short white tunic and golden heels showed off his legs. Considering the young man was already a couple of beers into the evening, he’d easily fallen for the masked stranger’s charm and let him lead him out of the apartment complex and into the little alley out back. There, Rhys let the man push him up against the cool alley wall where he worked his thigh up between his shaky legs.

The alcohol and rush of the sudden fling didn’t much help Rhys’ composure, and he had a hard time keeping quiet as the stranger’s hands peeled up the hem of his tunic and started to pull his cock out of his boxer briefs. Rhys moaned and tossed his head back lightly against the wall, feeling the stranger’s warm hand squeeze and pump at his cock. Rhys wrapped his arms around the man’s neck, too drunk and needy to realize just how warm the stranger’s hands—and really, his entire body—was getting. If he was paying attention to anything other than the pressure and pleasure in his belly, he would’ve noticed the strange flickering in his partners eyes, or the way his body grew until he nearly lifted Rhys up and off the ground, the toes of his golden heels just barely brushing up against the asphalt ground of the alleyway.

In fact, the only thing Rhys did realize as he clutched and humped against the stranger, was that he hadn’t tried to kiss him yet.

Rhys shifted his eyes to the stranger’s ornate mask, the holes there now darker and less distinct than they had been when Rhys’ had first met him. He tilted his head even as the stranger continued to pump his cock, suddenly overcome with the urge to properly kiss the man bringing him so much pleasure in the midst of such a dull party. His fingers trailed up the man’s neck, brushing over the spikes of hair at the nape as they started to fiddle with the strings tying it to his face.

All of a sudden, the mask fell away, clattering onto the ground with a crack. An apology died on Rhys’ lips as his eyes widened with horror, taking in what lay beneath the stranger’s mask.

Or rather, what didn’t.

All Rhys saw at first was a swirling, metallic void where the man’s features should be, as if someone had scooped out his face and replaced it with endless miasma. Horror gripped him in the heart even as the clawed hand continued to squeeze and pump at his cock. 

Rhys struggled, escape fruitless thanks to the creature’s grip and the fact that he was now pinned against the wall several feet off the ground. As he watched, terrified squeaks edging out of his throat as he tried to scream, a pair of searing, purple eyes sprung up out of the void of the man’s face, followed by a nightmarish neon grin.

“You’re mine, pumpkin.” It laughed as the void surged out beyond the boundaries of the man’s face, engulfing Rhys whole just as the grip on his cock brought him over the edge.