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Green was home alone. A highly unusual occurrence, but not unwanted. As much as Green loved everyone else, he couldn’t remember the last time he was completely alone. Today had been productive - he finally organized his mixtapes, cleaned the house, restocked the pantry, hell, he even cleaned a bit of the desktop! Although that last one was more out of a creeping unexpected boredom. Green didn’t realize just how much of his fun came from the rest of the sticks before.
He had finally resigned himself to his room, trying out this cool music app that the Animator showed him. Instead of listening to your own music, you could ask the app to find you new songs to listen to, based on what you’ve liked. Also, maybe he was using the Animator’s subscription to use the app on his phone. It wasn’t enough to matter. Probably.
Ding!
A text from Red. Green tapped the notification.
”hey g! im going to be gone a bit longer then i thought theres no bees anywhere also i found this village and heres there cow shes named daisy” Along with the message is a picture of Red taking a selfie with a cow. Red sends another text. ”isnt she cute????!?!?1”
Green smiled. ”she sure is. safe travels”
Through his headphones, a new song started to play. It had an…interesting beat, to say the least. Green’s open to experimental music, although he wondered who the artist was. Just as he was about to check, another text came in from Red.
”by the way did you need anything while im out?”
”did you remember more redstone for yellow?”
”i didnt!!! thx g! sorry ill stop texting u on your day off hehe”
Man, Green sure was lucky. He had people who cared for him, and people he cared about in turn. Green closed his eyes, counting his blessings before he realized he was still holding his phone in his hand. Actually, wasn’t he going to do something before Red interrupted him? He must’ve lost his train of thought. Oh well. If he forgot it probably wasn’t important.
The same song was still playing. Green opened up the news on his phone. Latest AAA game a huge hit. Some politician goes to court. A…wrestler does an interview. Okay, that song was starting to get distracting. He turned off his phone, opting to actively listen to the song as it continued to play. Now that he was paying attention it sounded simple. The melody was catchy, but he could’ve sworn there were more instruments. He turned up the volume. A low drone was present in the background, but nothing else remained but that and the melody. Sure, he could just listen to something else, but Green was positive this song had been running for at least five minutes and was now determined to see it to the end. Er, hear it to the end.
He was rewarded with a small blurble of background noise. Maybe that was the point. Listen to the track, and see if you can find all the hidden noises. Green re-shuffled himself on the couch. Some kind of noise was being used to create a subtle beat, and now that he was focused, he found himself starting to enjoy the song. In fact, the odd combination of the repetitive melody and drone was starting to make him feel…odd. Not bad, just…different. He had never heard anything like this before. And it was fascinating. This song was so interesting. He wanted to keep listening. Green draped an arm over the couch, letting the strange sounds wash over him.
A new instrument joined the fray. It was low and on-key with the background droning, so Green wasn’t quite sure what it was until he heard it stop to take a breath.
He froze. The voice sounded like a man’s, possibly a little older than him, and although it was just humming, Green could tell it was deep. Goosebumps crawled up his neck. Just from his humming, something about this man’s voice was evoking all kinds of tingly feelings in Green’s body. Distantly, Green wondered if this was what ASMR felt like. He could feel his limbs relaxing under the voice. His head started to slump backwards, too heavy for his neck.
Suddenly, the voice chuckled. A very, very sexy chuckle. Green felt his face flush as he realized he was starting to get hot and bothered over this random voice on the internet. Hey, his friends have had stranger crushes before! And it wasn’t his fault this man’s voice was so…irresistible. So easy to listen to. That it made him feel so…good. Wonderful, even.
Just who was this captivating voice?
The voice started to speak. Not in a language that Green could understand, but he thought it might be Latin, partially because it sounded kind of Latin-ish and partially because whatever he was saying sounded really hot. His voice was honey to Green’s ears. The combination of this man’s rich voice and the music was almost too much to bear, but Green wanted nothing more than to keep drinking it all in. Every muscle in Green’s body went limp to the voice. His breathing slowing down and getting deeper. Feeling so relaxed that he might melt right onto the floor.
Just from his voice, Green imagined a tall well-dressed man in a waistcoat. He imagined the sound his leather boots would make against the ground, and how his gloved hand would feel cupping his chin to force his gaze into his eyes. All sorts of thoughts ran through Green’s head, some he wasn’t sure if he should be having. But this magnetic voice had him in a chokehold. Like a siren’s song, Green felt his mind bring melded into putty in the palm of this man’s hand. And he couldn’t help but want more.
Then, the voice started to sing. In English.
”Little moth, little moth,
come closer to the light.
Let yourself be mesmerized;
And be filled with delight.”
His voice is smooth as silk. Like a powerful spell, he pulled Green deeper and deeper under the sound. This man was just so mysterious and alluring and…seductive. Green hummed as he let himself fall deeper into the trance.
“My past - a secret,
My words - true;
Give something useful to me,
And I’ll give something useful to you~”
“Listen to me carefully -
Wouldn’t you, thrall?
Heighten your focus
and answer my call.”
On cue, an unfamiliar button appeared on Green’s phone. Far too enchanted by the voice’s words to have any second thoughts, Green lifted his head up just as his finger pressed the button. At first, nothing seemed to happen. Until something moved in the corner of his eye. A tall, grey Hollowhead stood in the corner of his room. He wore a waistcoat, and a faint halo floated above him, adorned with two demonic horns extruding from his head. Green gasped in disbelief as the otherworldly figure walked up to him. It reached out, gently pulling off his headphones.
”I don’t think you’ll be needing those anymore.” That voice…!
The stick towered over him. Green felt a flurry of emotions in his presence. Awe, amazement, a little bit of fear. But mostly, he just felt…fascinated. He couldn’t seem to look away, and even though the figure was so tall and foreboding, he couldn’t help but feel a strange attraction drawing him in. Unable to muster any words, Green simply stared in shock.
The man chuckled, confirming his identity as the voice. “How did you like the song? I made it especially for you.”
There were so many things Green needed to say, but he could only stammer out “I l-liked it.”
”Good. I know I’m no musician, but at least it wasn’t unbearable. Now let’s see how well those subliminals worked.” He held out a gloved hand palm-side up. “Phone.”
Before he had any chance to think, Green dropped his phone into the man’s hand. Wait, what? Why did he just give a complete stranger his phone? As the man smiled at him, Green’s quickening heartbeat told him the answer: he wanted to give away his phone. He didn’t have to think about it. He wanted to comply with this figure’s commands.
”Thank you. You’re reacting quite well.” Green couldn’t quite see what the man was doing with his phone, but he seemed to be typing a lot. “By the way, I should properly introduce myself. My name is Victim. You may also call me Vic, if you prefer.”
Victim was his name? Green’s head was a bit scrambled at the moment - there may have been some thoughts floating around in there, but he couldn’t quite realize them. “…I’m Green.” he settled on.
”Oh, I know.” Vic replied. “Aaaaaand done! You can have this back now.” Vic placed Green’s phone on the couch. “Again, thank you very much for letting me in. I suppose some kind of reward is in order, hm?”
”Reward?”
”Yes. It’s the least I can do. Now, I can’t do everything, but you may be surprised at what I can do. So ask away. What do you want?”
”Want…” Green furrowed his brows as he tried to think of an answer. What did he want? Right now? He looked Victim up and down. He could really only think of one thing.
“…kiss me.”
Green blushed as he heard those words from his lips, but Victim seemed to be unfazed. He leaned down to Green’s level, taking his gloved hand to hold Green’s chin while his free hand steadied himself on the couch. Slowly, Vic brought Green’s lips to his, causing whatever was left of Green’s brain to short-circuit as this beautiful man kissed him. It was amazing and much too short as Vic pulled away.
“Come now, is that all you want me to do to you?”
Suddenly, Green’s thoughts came back into focus, all occupied on the man in front of him. “I want you.”
Vic grinned. He dove back in for another kiss, and this time, Green was ready. Green pushed himself against Vic. Luckily, Vic seemed to understand Green’s desperate movements. He gave Green’s lip a playful nip, then deepened the kiss further, easily taking control. Green honestly just wanted Victim to do whatever he wanted. Victim’s free hand snaked up Green’s neck to his head and dug into his scalp, peeling him away from the kiss, breathless.
”Making me do all the work?” Victim was a little red in the face himself. Green couldn’t help but snicker at Victim’s state. Vic stared back at him. “Bold move for someone who’s very helpless right now.” He pressed a foot in between Green’s legs, electing a whine. “How about this: Show me what you want me to do to you and maybe I’ll do it.”
Green’s hands started to move by themselves. Somewhere in Green’s head alarm bells were blaring, pushed down by the arousal rising in him as he started to grope himself. His hands slid around his waist, running down his hips and cupping his ass. One hand ran a finger up the inside of his thigh, blocked from running it’s course by Vic’s boot. Noticing this, Victim grabbed both of Green’s wrists, pinning them above his head.
”No hands.” Green shot him a confused frown. “If you really want me so bad you’ll have no problem imagining it, won’t you?” As Green processed the words, phantom sensations overtook his body. Touches on his chest, along his thighs, in his hair. He bit back a moan when a particularly wet one met his neck. Victim laughed as Green recoiled from the ghost mouth teasing him. “Oh, you’re just gone, aren’t you? I bet I could ask you to kill someone right now.”
”I-mmhm, c-could ki-hill someone for y-you…” That was probably true. At some point Victim had actually started touching him, as Green somehow noticed one of Victim’s arms were lowered - but which touches were real and which ones were in his mind was impossible to tell. His body writhed under Vic’s control. It was so much. Green’s clothes clung to him as his body heat rose further, his breathing heavy. He felt so good.
”I wonder…” Victim removed his gloved hand from Green and held it in front of his eyes, fingers in a pre-snap position. “You’re an absolute mess, even with minimal physical effort. How close are you?”
Close…? Green sucked in a breath when he realized the question. “Think so…”
Victim hummed, then slowly moved his hand to Green’s ear. “I’m going to snap my fingers, and when I do, you will reach the climax of your pleasure. Understand?”
Green’s eyes went wide. “Holy shit.”
”I’ll take that as a yes.”
Snap.
To say that Green would kill for this man was an understatement. The pleasure that shot through his whole being was the most powerful drug he had ever experienced. He could almost hear his thoughts being overwritten as he came, instantly addicted to the rush. Victim did this to him with only his voice. Finally, his high receded, and he cracked open his eyes to see Vic still sitting there, studying him. He wanted to say something, possibly thanks, possibly a declaration of love and undying loyalty, but Green’s pants were too frequent to get any words out.
Abruptly, Victim stood up. “It’s been fun, but this has taken much longer than I anticipated. Perhaps next time I will not be wearing something that I would rather not spoil.” He walked away from the couch, taking one last glance at Green. “Until then.” Green blinked, and Victim was gone.
What the fuck just happened?
Green had to take a few minutes to compose himself. Did that…really happen? He was definitely very sweaty, and as forced himself to move, his jeans were also very…ruined, to say the least. Sure, he was the hornball of the group, but did he really just cum to his new master while barely touching himself?
Ding!
Green jumped. His phone was still laying beside him. Weakly, Green pressed the notification.
”found some! will be comin home in abt 2 hours. hope u didnt have too much fun :P”
Green’s mind was still a bit all over the place.
”ok”
As Green swiped to close the text, he noticed his music app was still running. There was a feature called History. He put the app into focus, but all he could find were songs he had already listened to. There's no way he hallucinated all that…right? Was such a thing even possible? He went into the home screen to find a new app installed. It’s icon was that of a stylized rocket ship carved into a metallic background. The title simply read “LAUNCHER”. Curious, Green tapped the icon. As the app loaded, sound began to play through his discarded headphones on the armrest that Green distinctly remembered as the mysterious song due to the way his body tensed up. He quickly turned his headphones off. A messaging interface appeared on his phone, the recipient nameless.
”who are you?” Green nervously typed. No answer.
He sighed. Red was going to be home soon, and he really needed to clean up. Green awkwardly shuffled his way to the shower.
As more and more of his friends trickled into the house over the evening, he elected to keep it a secret. Honestly, he wasn’t sure what they would even do about it.
That night, Green dreamed of a grey Hollowhead, gently whispering sweet nothings into his ear.