Demon Inside

By: Chen

Pairing: Dre/Em (Dre POV)

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. If it did happen in real life, I’d be the happiest girl in the world. But, woe is me, it didn’t. I’m broke; the only thing you’ll get from me if you sue is a bottle of Calgon Smiley Body Spray.

Been playing the demo for hours. For days. It’s like nothing I heard before. A world of horrorcore interlaced with the dirty world of sex, drugs and violence. And underneath it all the unending story of overcoming adversity and poverty told with the illest of rhymes and well made wordplays.

Exactly what I’m looking for.

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“Dawg, I been listening to you since I was 15. ‘Used to play Straight Outta Compton for hours. For days.”

A meeting was arranged with Marshall. Fucking… white. Blue eyes. Freckles. White. Pasty! White.

Not exactly what I’m looking for.

Oh God. Those lips.

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Our first meeting and we’re already kicking it in the studio. We’re both the quiet-type but we don’t seem to have a lost for topics to talk about. We talked like old friends. It’s mind-boggling on how much chemistry we have. We just… I just… get him. You know? For some reason, and I don’t know why, I understand him. I understand.

For every rhyme he writes, I feel like I can make a beat to match it. We been working for close to 5 hours now. It’s our first meeting and it’s just amazing. I never had this drive before. Never been this excited. Not since Snoop. Not even since Snoop. Been too long. Too fucking long. I don’t think I can ever stop.

Marshall’s now over at the control panels, writing on his yellow Mead legal pad. He had this look of pure intensity, like he’s in the zone, swivelling in his chair. His hands moving along to a beat that only he can hear. I let him have his space as I sit on a nearby sofa, bobbing my head. Moving along to a beat that only I can hear.

I look up at a start. I didn’t hear him roll his chair until he’s sitting right in front of me.

“I’m having a little trouble controlling this pen. I think it wants to keep going.” He drops his pad beside me on the sofa.

I took a glance at his pad. It’s total chaos. Marshall writes fast with the smallest of letters I’ve ever seen.

//I’m possessed by evil demons

That torture me while I’m sleeping

I keep dreaming of death

And I’m hearing people screaming

The devil’s spirit’s trapped inside me

And I want it out//

“I can see you clearly. So clearly. Your Face… This… You… it’s all…” He had this comical grin on his face. His eyes so blue and big. He has dimples and I can’t look away.

He holds out his hand to me, palm up. In it I saw stamps with little Spidermans on them. “What the fuck is this?” I ask.

“Blotters. Put them on your tongue, dawg. It’ll help.” Help what? But I didn’t voice that out. I already have the piece of paper on my tongue.

//I’m on the couch

Bleeding to death in a haunted house

With both of my wrists slit

I’m lifted up in the air

And suspended in animation like someone’s holding me there

I feel somebody’s cold hands wrapping around my neck

While I choke on my own blood that I swallow and drown to death

But I found a breath and somehow managed to slip the clutches//

Sublime. This is what it is.

Everything still seems normal but very vivid. Everywhere I look colors change. I look at Marshall, he still has that grin but he glows. He’s glowing now. His outlines still normal but like everything else, very, very vivid and changing colors.

My hand must follow the bold sweep of the lines. I feel like, as if my awareness is placed in the part of my body that’s now active. My hand… my tongue.

Marshall starts laughing but then becomes startled when he realizes that it’s my hands kneading his shoulders. His eyes were so dilated but I can still see the blue. His lips swollen and so, so clear. So pink. I can’t. I don’t think I can ever stop.

The first touch of our lips was electric. Like hearing arias first thing in the morning. So soft. So sweet. So strong. So furious.

We continue to kiss and I feel so hot. I take my shirt off and push Marshall gently to lay down on the sofa.

“I am… everything is… changed… your face… together… interwoven…”

//Nearly blacking out from dizziness and head rushes

Tripping over OD’d bodies of dead lushes

Bloodstains paint the plush carpet like red blushes

Door’s open and close by themselves

Books fly off the shelves

Curtains catch fire

The house melts//

Hovering over him, I look at Marshall’s face and… I swear to God, he’s glowing. I want to see if every part of his skin’s the same but his shirt is on the way. I tore Marshall’s shirt off revealing smooth, smooth planes and ruby nipples. Yes, glowing. Our breath coming out in harsh canters. So harsh, I can hear it inside my head.

His hands quickly reaching up for the buttons of my pants. “I don’t think so,” I grinned, grabbing both of his wrists, holding them above his head. Above the armrest.

I dip my head to trail kisses down his neck. “I’ve never done this before,” I sink my teeth into his shoulder.

“Me neither… fuckin’… bitch.” He grits his teeth, shoving me back, struggling for control. I push on his wrists more forcefully. I smiled, leaning down and gently biting into his neck. Tasting the sweetness and saltiness of his flesh on my tongue.

I trail my tongue down his chest, closing in on a nipple and bit again making Marshall moan, his breath coming out in gasps. I moan into his ear, biting on the outer shell as I did before once again taking control of his mouth. His eyes flash with desire. With submission.

I continue to trail my tongue over his squirming body and stop as I reach the waistband of his sweats.

“Please,” he begs.

I pull his sweats down his thighs and roughly grasped his cock in my palm, taking him into my mouth.

Marshall came with a strangled moan caught in the column of his throat.

//My skin blisters and sticks together like twin sisters

The wind blows and shatters windows like ten twisters

Caught a piece of shrapnel in the Adam’s apple

Two cups of holy water and I’m looking at ‘em half full

But as soon as I go to touch ‘em they turn into red rum

It got silent

Then all these voices said,

“Come follow me into the pits of hell”

I heard ‘em yell,

“Welcome to the Norman Bates Motel!”//

With my mind made up to come to completion, I fumble with the buttons of my jeans. Whoever invented the buttonfly must die. I feel a sigh of relief escape my lungs as my cock comes in contact with the cool air. I scramble towards the nearby side table drawer to look for a condom and the tube of KY I used to jack off the other day. Much of the lube ends up on the sofa’s upholstery and Marshall’s pants as I struggle to lubricate myself. I can’t wait anymore. I turned Marshall over and ordered him to go on his knees. He complies as he rests his forehead on the armrest with his hand on each side of his head.

I hold Marshall’s hips still and thrust into him. Oh my God, he’s tighter than any bitch I’ve ever had. I need to have more. He whimpers but didn’t say anything more so I begin to withdraw and thrust so forcefully that even a sofa, as sturdy as this one, creaks. I lean over Marshall to have a better angle, placing my hands besides his. I am covered in sweat yet his back feels cold against my chest.

His head thuds against the table beside the sofa and I cannot bear the thought that it might be harming him. I push my hand between his forehead and the table like I’m cradling his head. I’ll definitely have a bruise but I don’t care.

I bite down on my lower lip as I try to hold back a moan as I came.

//I ring the bell for service and I was greeted by his mother covered in dry blood

Head still dented from the shovel

I said I need a room so I could try to get some rest

She gave me the keys to the best suite and a bag of cess

And told me that’s just for starters

Satan’ll be in to see me later

To see if I’m interested in being partners//

I pull-out from Marshall’s body and lay myself down beside him sideways. I pull Marshall into my arms and try my best to cover him in my warmth. He moans briefly but quieted soon as his breaths even out.

Marshall had his eyes closed and his body is starting to slacken with sleep. I tenderly kiss each closed eyelid, his nose, his chin, his forehead, his cheeks. Everywhere but his lips until his face feels damp with my kisses. As I brush my lips against his, he opens them slightly and slides his tongue against mine. We kissed long and sweetly.

I gently ran my fingertips through his hair as we part. I repeat the gesture over and over and bring my eyes to Marshall’s.

Blond.

Marshall had this puzzled look on his face. I ran my fingertips through his hair again and say,

“You should be a blond.”

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