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Bill dismissed Ford early that night. They were stuck in some equation and anxious as Bill always is, the delay got him angry. Before he lash out on Ford, he asked him to go rest. They would resume this tomorrow. Ford nodded hesitantly, but complied, feeling his lower back painfully crack when he stood up from his work desk. He took a quick shower and headed to his bed. Ford noticed his own breathing and looked around in the dark, finding it weird to not see a round yellow eye watching him. Since he made that deal with Bill, the demon could come and go as he pleased, both from the real world and inside his Mindscape, so Ford never felt alone anymore. Even when they weren't interacting, he could always feel Bill there.
Cohabiting with his thoughts.
Lurking.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. For the first time in a long time his mind felt... empty. Ford turned to his side on the bed and felt a shiver as his pajamas rubbed him. He stared down at his pants. He was hard as a rock.
Fuck. He shouldn't do this.
But then again, Bill did dismiss him for the night which was something he never did. He probably had something better to do than hang out with him. And then again, he was tired and horny. He didn't understand why he was so pent up, probably from being a long time without any action, or his frustration from before was heading else where. Either way, it was a stupid bodily need he would have to alleviate. Ford inhaled shakily and decided to keep going, closing his eyes. In the Mindscape, a screen showed up, where Ford imagined himself standing in a room with dim red lights. He doesn't know why, but in his fantasies Bill is always human. A tall, lean, blonde and beautiful human. His golden eyes followed Ford through the room and he smirked as he approached the man.
"Bill" Ford greeted him and smiled back.
In the back of the Mindscape, Bill was in a room full of drawers and more drawers of Quantum Physics knowledge Ford had stored. He knew the solution of that equation was here somewhere, dear old Fordsy was just starting to forget things. The human mind is pathetic. He heard Ford call for him but ignored it, he was probably just having a nightmare. If Ford really wanted to see him he would get summoned to the real plane. He rummaged through another set of drawers, throwing papers out and about. Ford could fix this up later.
"Bill..." he heard it again. Ugh, what could he possibly want in the middle of the night? Bill rolled his eyes and made his way to the main part of his Mindscape, hopefully they could just talk there quickly and in no time he would be back in the memory room. When he got there he noticed the big screen where dreams, nightmares and fantasies showed up.
But Bill could feel that Ford was awake. Weird.
He watched as dream Ford was pushed into a wall by a tall handsome guy. Okay, so definitely not a nightmare.
Wait, who is this guy again? Bill frowned. He doesn't remember him from anywhere, not even from any of Ford's old memories. The guy kissed Ford and ran his hands down his biceps and his torso. So handsy. Bill didn't like this.
Ford was his. They had a deal.
Great. Bill just got rid of the hillbilly Ford was so infatuated with, now he would have to get rid of this blondie too, whoever he was. The guy opened Ford's buckle and placed his hand inside. Bill watched as Ford copied the motion in the real world and gasped. "Bill..." he moaned again, soft and quiet.
Wait. Why would Ford call his name right now? When he's fantasizing about doing this with another man? Unless...
Bill's eye widened. The guy was him.
Ford was fantasizing about a human version of him.
Oh this will be good. Bill laughed and snapped his fingers, making a floating chair appear so he could sit down and watch the show. It was only embarrassing for Ford, really. He knew the man liked him, worshipped him even, but not like this. This was news to him. He wanted to laugh. He was a demon with hundreds of years and never before in his life he had a human desire him carnally. It was funny. It was... It was good. It inflated his ego immensely. Imagine what he could do to Ford now, what things he could say and do just to make the man flustered? How easy it would be to use him and manipulate him now? Bill smiled from one side to the other.
He longed to see how pathetic the real Ford looked right now. Rosy red cheeks, hair disheveled, eyes glossy as he spread out in his bed with his hands down his pants, slowly touching himself to the thought of his muse touching him. Bill felt his face get warm. Wow, what a sight. Was it him or is it getting hot in this Mindscape?
He looked at the screen again where his human self was sucking beautiful purple spots over Ford's neck. Ford moaned again and exposed his neck further, grabbing a handful of the blond's curls. He watched as the real Ford started to move his hand faster. "C'mon Sixer..." Bill grumbled. His voice sounded echoey, more than normal, and he realized that the humanized version of him just repeated what he said.
Perfect. Now he's gonna have his fun.
"You look so good like this. Moaning so pretty for me" Bill whispered in his best sexy voice.
"Yeah- Just for you" Ford admitted with a shiver. It worked.
"You wanna be a good boy for me, hm?" Ford nodded, embarrassment going out the window. He couldn't stop now. His cock slid easily on his hand, smearing the precum that had alreaty leaked.
"Hold it in a little longer, okay?" fantasy Bill stopped moving and held Ford's cock at the base. He watched as real Ford did the same. Bill chuckled. He was so easy to control." Can you do that for me?"
"Ah.. N-No. Please, I'm almost there" Ford whined, tears forming at the corner of his eyes.
"Then beg. Beg for me"
"Please, Bill. Please let me cum" Bill wanted to laugh at how quick to obey he was, but the words got to him and he felt himself getting too amused.
"Say my name again!" he demanded.
"Bill! Please Bill, I wanna be good for you" Ford's sobbed and his voice almost failed him, completely lost in pleasure.
"Now, Sixer. Come for me" and with that Ford comes, hot and wet, spurs of white coating his six fingers. He lets out a gutteral sound, low and heavy and Bill thinks he won't ever be able to forget how sexy and beautiful he sounded.
All because of him. FOR him.
Bill waited until Ford covered himself and the thumping in his ears stopped, taking deep breaths in. He snapped his fingers and got out of the Mindscape.
"Wow" he clapped, floating slowly from the darkness closer to the bed "That was quite a show you pulled there, Sixer"
Now it was Ford's turn to get wide eyed.
Oh no.
Did he cross a line? Was Bill mad? Or worse, was he disgusted? He was supposed to be his friend, his muse, and now Ford had all those fantasies about him and he knew.
"Bill!" he jumped up from the bed. "I didn't mean to- I was just- This was a mistake-" he tried and failed to find any excuses. He was caught red handed. There was nothing he could say to make it better. "I-I'm sorry"
"Oh don't apologize. I'm flattered" Bill smiled. "Although, I gotta say, this fleshbag you designed for me could be better. I mean, I can turn into whatever I want..." Bill turned himself into different shapes, animals and humanoid creatures. "Yet you chose a boring normal human" he turned into the handsome blonde, towering over the man.
Ford was at a loss of words. He couldn't believe this was happening. Bill placed a hand on his chest and pushed him on the bed, making him fall backwards. It was like the fantasy, but better.
Bill was actually here with him. Touching him.
"But..." Bill climbed on top of him and lowered his head until their noses were barely touching, golden eyes meeting brown. "If you like it so much..." he placed a soft kiss on the other's lips and Ford closed his eyes, resting his hands on Bill's waist. Bill smiled between the kiss. "I guess I can work with that."