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jxckyx3 · 2 years ago

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Hi!

Been a while since I've done a SpookyLads shot, so here ya go!! I know this should technically be in my BBS one shot book, but I'm already writing it here, so.

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Ship: Daithi harem - Daithideterroriser centered

Top: Brian

Bottom: Daithi

AU: SpookyLads

Setting: Haunted mansion

Type: Nsfw lemon

Warning ⚠️: The chapter you're about to read contains heavy swearing, tentacle sex, smut and other mentions or situations that may disturb, trigger or offend the viewer. Reader's discretion is advised. 🔞

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Daithi's pov -

Eight years. Eight years I've known him and he's never once told me anything about his robot abilities.

Yeah, Brian shows off his calculations all the time like the know-it-all he is. Yeah, he likes to detect where me and some of the lads are whenever we hide from him to ignore his bitch ass needs. And yeah, he likes to experiment in the lab with his arms and add attachments or add in new guns.

But he never does anything else! Nothing new, nothing different, nothing unseen.

I've asked him many, many times before but he never elaborates. He doesn't speak on the matter, and likes to dodge any questions about his robot anatomy.

I've always wanted to know more about it, curious as to what he's able to do. I know he can shift his arms into guns, swords—pretty much any weapon. I know that he can make fire, I know he can detect danger from a mile away, I know he can feel human electronics from even further away and—god, it sounds like we knew a lot about Brian's perks but there really wasn't!

It was all small things for convenience. Like popping the breaker in the mansion with a small flick his wrist or being able to fix the microwave in less than three seconds whenever Kevin blows it back up again.

There was nothing cool, or spectacular about those things—as helpful as they are— and I'm starting to get frustrated with this stupid thought.

I know Brian is capable of more than to what he's letting on, but he won't budge on the matter at hand!

I always ask him about it and he gives me a certain look that he makes whenever he's nervous. He doesn't want to respond to the question and I know I should respect it.

But Brian my best friend for fucks sake! I tell him everything! Literally everything!

I even told him that I was gay! Not even the others lads know that. Though I'm sure it's obvious at this point.

But that's besides the fact. Brian and I tell eachother everything. Hell, he even told me about the time he had a crush on Minx until he found out that she liked to peg men.

And that's saying a lot.

I sighed in annoyance, pouting as I crossed my arms over my chest.

I watched as Brian twisted in a few new screws, replacing the old rusty ones on his left arm.

He winced, grumbling to himself quietly before knocking on the table and holding his hand out to me, not looking away from his work.

I picked up a nearby screwdriver with a smaller head on the desk, setting it in his palm.

He mumbled a small 'thanks', before continuing his work.

I've assisted him in many things before. Machines, trinkets, gadgets, and many more. His main focus on modifying his own body.

He never tells me what any of the chips or hard drives he makes are for. Just asks me to fetch sometime for him or hand him something. Either that or find another book in Dan's library to help him out.

I never have a clue as to what he's working on, and to be frank I think he likes it that way. He likes to tease me by being 'mysterious', as he described it.

It's mentally painful.

The amount of questions of curiosity that I've been trying my hardest to hold back have been eating at me for God knows how long.

I do ask a few questions here and here—which are bypassed or unanswered— but the amount of them asked, comes nowhere close as to how many I have on my mind.

"I...I need ta do something important. I'll be back." I sighed, pulling myself off the table and floating over to the door.

I glanced over as I heard the clicking of Brian's tools stop, his eyes fixed onto me.

"And what is t'at?" He asked, looking curious yet uncaring. I shrugged, setting my hands on the dark wood of the door.

"Jus' somethin' important." I excused, swallowing nervously as his gaze dropped to suspicion.

"Right... important." He muttered, doubtfully nodding his head at me slowly. I hummed in confirmation, nodding back at him.

We sat in a heavy silence. The room suddenly feeling awkward.

I cleared my throat.

"Well t'en...see ya later!" I smiled with a small wave, turning away from his prying eyes and going through the door.

I waited on the other side for a few seconds, knowing that Brian was probably using his x-ray vision to see where I was going.

So I didn't move until I heard the soft metal clicking of his tools again.

I floated through the dark house, making my way up the flight of stairs.

I could always just fly straight up from the floors, but I was too used to following the lads around so there really was no point in taking short cuts unless I really needed to.

I moved along the long empty halls of the mansion, stoping at the two large doors. I pushed myself through the wood, glancing around to scope the area.

In the far corner, I could see a small movement. Brown hair bouncing a bit as the owner hopped off of one of the tall ladders to reach the higher books.

Just the man I needed.

"Hey Dan." I greeted cheerfully, hovering behind his back as I peeked over his shoulder at the book in his hands.

He shouted and jumped in surprise, almost dropping the small stacks of books in his hands.

"Heh, sorry." I apologized, nervously smiling at him as he tried to catch his breath.

"Jesus- you're alright Daithi. Just spooked me a bit." He admitted, giving me a soft smile.

"Ye need something?" He asked, gesturing towards his desk as he motioned me to follow. I hummed with a nod, hovering close.

"Uh yeah...I was actually a bit curious if ye had any dirt on Brian?" I asked, lowering my voice. Dan raised a brow as he sat in his chair, setting his books down.

"Dirt? What, like secrets?" He asked, folding his hands over one another. I hummed again, seating myself in the chair opposite of him.

Not lots of people knew it, but floating around as a ghost is exhausting. People thinks it takes energy to physically touch stuff but in fact, it's the other way around. It takes more energy to go through things.

It's much easier to just maneuver around like a living human.

"Like any secrets on his biology and stuff." I said, leaning forward like a puppy waiting for treats.

Dan stared at me for a moment, his face dusting an almost unnoticeable red on his pale skin as he looked down at me.

Must be really nervous to share his input on the matter.

"Daithi...may I ask why ye want ta know?" He suddenly asked, leaning forward as was I—just not as far. I simply shrugged, pouting my lips in thought.

"'M just curious. He usually tells me everythin' but he doesn't bother on t'is topic. I think he just likes ta tease me by not tellin' me." I admitted, huffing in slight annoyance.

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Oh if only he knew, Dan thought.

Brian wasn't as secretive as Daithi thought. The little Irish ghost was just oblivious.

Brian didn't care to hide his feelings for Daithi as much as the rest of the lads did. Of course, Kevin came next, showing the ghost in affection but he never flirted.

Sean flirted. Just not as often.

Dan himself didn't do much to show his love, thinking his feelings were an inconvenience. The last time he fell in love it was with a mortal, and she died before he could tell her.

Now that he loved a monster like Daithi —who couldn't die tragically because he already did—he didn't have the same misfortune. But he still felt it was useless to admit his love.

What was the best that could happen? They get together? Hold hands? Cuddle? Kiss?

Although it did sound tempting, Dan wasn't gonna risk his friendship with the ghost. And that goes for the others too.

It was too risky to make any real moves for the ghost's heart.

"-plus, I'm his assistant! I should be allowed to know what's he's up ta, right?" Daithi asked, snapping Dan out of his daze. He didn't realize it before, but the other had been rambling on about why Brian should tell him what he's up to.

"Oh I agree. Ye deserve ta know." Dan butted in, thankful he had payed attention to the question. Or else he would have to be dealing with an annoyed ghost—and though it is cute, it's not the easiest side of Daithi to deal with.

"See! T'ats what I'm sayin'! He should be tellin' me all the stuff he's working on considering te fact tat I'm helping him wit' it all." He huffed, resting his chin on his folded arms on the edge of the desk.

Dan nodded, sliding his books out of the way and leaning down closer.

"Mhm, I understand. And how does t'at make ye feel, Daithi?" He asked softly, reaching for a comforting approach as he watched the expression on the ghost's face twitch.

"Mad. Annoyed. Betrayed. Angry. Pissed off. Like I want to smack the living shit outta—"

"Alright, alright. How about t'is. If ye feel betrayed when he doesn't tell ya what he's up to, do you know why ye feel t'at way?" Dan cut the other off, taking his question in a different direction.

It seemed to stump Daithi, pursing his lips and fidgeting with one of his locks of hair with his fingers.

He then glanced up at the vampire, looking into his red eyes as of he'd find the awnser to his question in them.

"Because we're best friends. We're supposed ta tell eachother everything eventually. But it's been eight years." He grumbled, averting his gaze and looking off to the many shelves of books lining the large room.

Dan hummed, nodding to himself as he felt he was getting somewhere.

"Hmm, and do ye tell Brian everything?" He asked, reaching his and out to brush the loose bangs away from Daithi's face. That way he won't be distracted from their conversation.

The ghost flushed slightly at the action, refusing to meets Dan's eyes when he reached out and held his fidgeting hand.

"Well...no." he admitted, seeming to realize that he in fact didn't tell Brian everything.

He never tells him anything embarrassing unless it's someone else in the story that's getting embarrassed. But if for example he couldn't digest something due to his entity form and ended up puking it up into a pile of exoplasm, he wasn't gonna let Brian know about that.

It was unnecessary and embarrassing.

"Well then, should he feel betrayed because of something ye hadn't told him?" Dan asked, continuing on with his therapist-like conversation.

He always found that misleading their questions would distract them from their real worries.

"Ye're trying to distract me, aren't ya."

Shit.

"Heh- what? No! I'm just helpin' ye see both sides of the situation!" Dan laughed nervously, shooting up straight in his seat.

Daithi glared up at him in annoyance, pushing himself off the seat and floating over the desk, getting real close to Dan's face.

"Ye didn't answer my first question, Dan. Instead you flipped it around and started askin' questions of yere own. Now spill the beans." He growled softly, his voice and expression terribly adorable despite the threatening aggression.

Dan leaned back in instinct, licking his teeth to feel the fangs grow slightly. Daithi was way too close. His instinct to mark him as a mate was overpowering. He needed to focus.

Dan heaved a heavy a sigh.

"Fine. Listen, I don't know much about his robotic biology. But I do know t'at he can do some freaky shit." He said, lowering his voice into a warning tone.

Daithi nodded eagerly, sitting himself on Dan's desk with his legs on either side of the other as he waited for him to continue.

Dan flicked his eyes down, trying his hardest ignore the vulnerability the other was presenting himself in.

Legs spread open and his body calm, his guard set down.

The sooner I respond the sooner he leaves me to my own lovestruck misery.

"I caught him in his room one time and it was dark besides candles lighting up te room. All I saw was his shadow at first, but it was... Inhumane. He looked like some kind of octopus or demonic monster. When he heard me open te door though, the extra limb lookin' things shot back into his shadow and when I saw him, he was completely normal." Dan explained, quieting his voice down to a whisper.

Daithi nodded rapidly in interest, eyes wide like a child and mouth slightly parted in awe.

Though it wasn't much, he felt like he was getting somewhere.

"But other than that, I haven't seen anything else much. He's very discreet about keepin' his body functions ta himself, so I'd be careful if I were ye." Dan sighed, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned back in his chair.

The ghost nodded, pinning his knees together and sitting up straight like the innocent little being he was.

"I will, thanks Dan." He said sweetly, flashing him a wide smile.

Somehow...Dan doubted those words.

"Ye better. Last thing I want if fer Brian ta kill ye a second time because he caught ye diggin' fer his manual in his room—"

"He has a manual?!"

Damnit Dan.

"W-well manual? Did I say t'at?" The vampire stuttered nervously.

"Yeah, ye did. A manual...a manual fer his body? Could be..." Daithi mumbled to himself, a mischievous smile breaking to his face as he leaned back with his hands, spreading his legs again.

Dan flushed, biting his bottom lip and looking away again.

Hell, he was making himself so appetizing.

"Well, looks like 'm on a hunt for a manual." The ghost chuckled, tapping the tips of his fingers together like some kind of villain.

"Hey Daniel, do we have te-... Am I interrupting something?" Sean walked in, his elf-like ears pointing back as he caught the two in place.

Dan's face red and his fangs visible with Daithi sitting on his desk with his legs spread in front of him.

Anyone could assume the worst in this scenario.

"Ah, Sean! Did ye know Brian has a manual for his body?" The ghost perked up, shooting up from Dan's desk and getting up real close to the werewolf's face in excitement, his body floating in the air.

Sean stuttered, feeling his face blush at the sweet flowery smell of the other.

"Manual for his body? Like manuals on how to put together a computer or some shit?" He asked, raising his brow at the other.

Unlike Dan, he didn't care for being so close to the ghost. In fact, he didn't even make a move to step back.

Daithi hummed with a nod, a smile still plastered onto his glowing face.

"And guess who's gonna find it? Me! I'm gonna find it! I'm gonna find all his dirty little secrets." He giggled with an evil glare, to which just looked adorable to the other two monsters in the room.

"Well, good luck. He keeps that shit locked in a safe." Sean said, walking around the ghost to drop off the paperwork on Dan's desk.

"A safe? How do ye know?" Daithi asked curiously, following close to the werewolf.

"I walked into his room one time when I needed help with something. I saw te safe an asked him what it was. Said a manual's in it." He explained. Dan scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"More like pestered 'em about it till he told you. I could hear te both of ye's from my room." He said with a raised brow. Sean just blew him a raspberry, plopping down in the chair that Daithi sat in earlier.

"Safe...did ye see the number code?" The ghost asked. Hope gleaming in his eyes.

Sean hummed in thought, bouncing his leg over the edge of the air chair as he rubbed his chin.

"Can't say I do...but it's only three numbers like any other." He stated. He then winced, regretting his words as Daithi cheered with a happy clap of his hands.

"Great! Thank lads!" He said, floating over to the library doors in a hurry. They were then slammed open abruptly, slightly startling him—thinking it was Brian— and in came walking was Kevin.

"Oh, hi!" He greeted cheerfully, giving the ghost a not-so-apologetic grin.

"Jesus Kev, ye scared me." He sighed, ruffling the human's hair before continuing his way down the hall.

Kevin hummed happily, watching the other go before stepping into the room and looking at the other two.

"What'd I miss?" He asked. As nonchalant as ever.

Dan sighed, shaking his head as he stood up from his chair and leaned against his desk.

"Sean here practically gave Daithi permission ta rummage through Brian's room and now he might experience his second death from doing so." He explained, Kevin's eyes slightly widening as he looked over to the werewolf.

"Hey, I didn't give 'em permission, alright? He asked a question and I simply answered it." He said in defense, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked away.

Dan rolled his eyes.

"However way ye put it, Daithi's gonna go through Brian's stuff ta look fer his manual. Ye know how safe-keep he had t'at thing, so I need someone to convince him not to go in t'ere." Dan sighed, looking up at Kevin.

The human blinked, glancing at Sean in question before moving his gaze back to Dan.

"Kevin, he's talking about you. You need to go get Daithi back." Sean explained with a small laugh.

"Oh- oh! But why me?" Kevin asked, already grabbing the library doors and preparing to run after his supernatural friend.

"Because if we do it we'll just give in because we can't resist his adorable feckin' face." Sean deadpanned. Dan frowned, thinking before nodding with a slight blush.

"Essentially, yes." He confirmed.

And it wasn't wrong. Dan and Sean were more likely to give into the ghost than Kevin was.

The human just matched the same energy as him, and somehow it leveled out. It was almost impossible to make Kevin flustered. Of course, not that Daithi hadn't been able to, he has.

It was just harder considering that Kevin could literally give zero fucks about hiding his crush on Daithi.

Dan arched a brow at the human, Sean mimicking the same expression.

"Okay...yeah, good point." Kevin muttered, nodding at their silent message before heading out the library.

He ran down the halls towards Brian room, mentally hoping that the other hadn't taken a shortcut through the walls.

When he turned the corner that led the hall to Brian's room, Kevin was thankful to see his ghost friend hovering there, about to enter the cyborg's room.

"Daithi, wait!" He called, running the rest of the way over. The ghost turned his head, smiling upon seeing the human again.

"Hey Kev, ye need somethin'?" He asked politely, tilting his head in an innocent manner. It was almost hard to believe that he was about to ransack his best friend's room.

"Uh...I need help wit' somethin." He lied. He found this solution easier than trying to convince his friend not to do what he was about to do.

Daithi was a stubborn mother fucker. Probably the most stubborn of all of them. He was not gonna back down from this even if the Grim Reaper himself told him not to.

"Oh, with what?" He asked, subconsciously lowering himself to the ground a bit to be eye level with Kevin.

Daithi found it that when he wasn't looking down at his friends, they became more comfortable to share things with him. It was a psychology trick, really.

Also, because his roommates like the power of being taller when deep in a conversation. Though, he didn't mind it.

"Uh...uh- oh! I want ta put moon flowers in the empty field where ye like to hang out. It seemed like a cool idea but I don't know shit about gardening like ye do." Kevin came up with on the spot.

He felt slightly bad for lying, but at the same time, he didn't mind spending some time with the ghost alone.

Of course, it's likely that one of the lads would come over just to invade their privacy —Sean— just because they all had a huge, noticable crush on the ghost.

"Moon flowers? Like ta kinds that only Bloom when the moon shines?" Daithi asked, looking interested in the matter. It was no secret that he loves flowers.

"Yeah! Those kind. I don't have any seed though, so we might have'ta scavenge the forest fer some." Kevin said, already trying to plan ahead so he didn't seem stupid.

Daithi opened his mouth to agree, but was quick to remember why he was here in the first place.

"Oh...well 'm kinda busy right now. Maybe later or tomorrow night?" He suggested, giving Kevin a sweet smile. The human had to literally restrain himself from kissing the other, so he faked a disappointed look.

"Aww, but I wanna do it now Daithi." He whined playfully, smiling as he tried to annoy the other 'till he said yes.

But Daithi had that look that said he wasn't gonna budge from his decision. It's already been made, and he wasn't gonna change it.

"Sorry Kevin, but I promise I'll go wit' ye later." He sighed, grabbing Kevin's face and pressing a small peck to his forehead.

"Okie, bye!" He said happily, giving the human a tiny wave before flying through the thick wooden door.

Kevin didn't move, still in a daze from the little kiss.

Daithi never does that. He never kisses them. Now Kevin had a new mission.

He smirked to himself with a red face, turning on his hell to head back for the library.

He was gonna brag so much about this and annoy the living shit out of the other two.

Daithi looked around the large room, taking a second to admire the pretty moonlight flowing into the room and illuminating a beautiful highlight.

He glanced around, looking for anything that resembled a safe.

He moved over to the nightstand. Nothing.

He looked under Brian's bed. Nothing.

He then looked under his work desk and even checked around the closet. Nothing.

He huffed in irritation, feeling impatient with himself. Sean never said exactly where the safe was, so he had as to no clue where it could be. He didn't say it was hidden either though, so it had to be somewhere in plain sight unless Brian moved it.

"If I were Brian, where would I put a safe that kept a book..." He asked himself, tapping his chin in thought. He then came with realization, turning to the small bookshelf that sat kitty-cornered in the room.

He rolled his eyes upon immediately seeing a small metal box the size of his own head sitting on the middle shelf.

Of course.

He floated over to the shelf, putting his ear on the box and raising his hand on the dial. He twisted it slowly, listening to the tics until he heard a small click on the inside.

He then turned it counter-clockwise, using the same method until he head another click.

He smiled to himself, turning the dial to the right side one more time. Waiting for that single click that determined his victory.

Click.

He pulled back, opening the door to the safe slowly. In all it's glory, sat a red, dusty leather book. Three inches of pages and over thousands of papers that surely had every one of Brian's secrets written in print.

He reached his hands up, just barely grazing the leather cover with his finger tips before he heard the door creak open.

He flinched in surprise, quickly slamming the safe door shut and turning around to see the owner of the book.

"Daithi?" Brian asked, looking confused as he entered the room slowly. Daithi smiled innocently, trying to ignore it when Brian closed the door and flicked the lock.

"Hey Brian! Done wit' ye're arm so soon?" He asked glancing down at the polished looking metal plates that sat embedded into his limb. Well, they were his limb, but.

"Yeah...what are ye doin' in here?" Brian asked, taking slow steps towards his friend. Daithi felt a cold shudder run down his back despite always being cold, considering the fact that he's dead.

"Oh, just... lookin' fer a book." He excused nervously, pointing to the shelf behind him. Brian pursed his lips, nodding in suspicion.

"Oh? Me too. I needed my manual." He replied, glancing over to the safe—that looked like it had been tampered with.

"Heh, what a coincidence. Me too." He said with a visibly forced smile.

Fuck, why did I say that?!

"Yeah... Some may even say hard ta believe." Brian mumbled, his voice lowering as he crossed his arms and looked at Daithi with a sharp glare.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Daithi knew that look anywhere. It was the look that Brian had when he was deep in thought. And usually when he has that expression, he sees right through his friends' lies and confronts them right away.

And he was right. Brian knew exactly why Nogla was here, in his room.

The evidence was concrete.

He was standing at the book case, the safe was clearly cracked open, his face was paler than usual with nervousness and he was fidgeting with his hands.

Brian knew that Daithi's wanted to know more about his biology, never getting any clear answer in return of his questions.

There was a reason that Brian never told the lads anything—especially Nogla, about what he was working.

And recently, he didn't want to tell him jack-shit because he was preparing sometimes in his system for the ghost.

Something that was secret for a reason.

"Ye really want ta know what I've been up ta lately... don't ya." Brian muttered, lowering his voice. The words came out as more of a statement than a question, seeing as it's so damn obvious.

Daithi stared in surprise, blinking a few times before nodding sheepishly.

Brian sighed, nodded his own head before gesturing at the ghost and leading him over to his bed.

Was this it? Was Brian finally gonna tell him what he's been doing these past few months?

It wasn't a secret that the robot's been working on a project these last few weeks. Researching for half the days and attaching more prototypes into his database the rest of them.

But nobody knew what he was doing. But now, was Daithi gonna finally find out.

"Ye wanna know what I've been doin'? Fine. I'll show ye. But I did try ta warn ya by not answering beforehand. This outcome is totally on you." Brian said sternly, rolling up the sleeves on his leather jacket to reveal his full metal arms.

"Wait, wha- ah!" Daithi yelped in shock as Brian forcefully grabbed his wrists and shoved him into the bed, holding him in place.

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Daithi didn't have time to question how Brian was able to touch him without going through, as he stared in fear as sharp pointed tentacle-like, metal limbs sprouted from under Brian's jacket, slithering around his back to reach the front.

"T-te fuck?! How are ye- what are ye- huh?!" Daithi exclaimed, no knowing what to ask first as the tendrils slithered forward, sliding under his clothes and grazing his delicate skin.

How was Brian's hands not going through him? How the hell was he able to pin him down like this? Why did he have metal octopus tentacles sprouting from his back in the first place?!

Lots of questions were going through Daithi's head. A lot of which he wanted to ask right now. But he couldn't find it in himself to speak.

He was too shocked and surprised, tensing up in fear as Brian's cold, metal limbs ran across his body, sending shivers down his spine.

"Ah, b-bri, what a-are...how?" He asked, ignoring the feeling on his body to hesitantly meet the other's gaze.

Brian smirked down at him, finding the blue blush that was smeared across the other's face too adorable.

"Daithi, ye really are stupid aren't ya?" He chuckled, watching a flash of offense flicker onto the ghost's face, that was quickly washed away when a metal tentacle glided across one of his nipples. Earning a wince of stained pleasure instead.

"Ye really can't give yer'self anyway anymore than ye are right now. Diggin' through my shit just to find the littlest hint of what I've been doing. How I'm built. Ye really want ta know? Then I'll tell ya..." He grinned, switching his hands for two of his metal tentacles to wrap around Daithi's wrists.

"Ye remember those paranormal investigators t'at came ta visit the house a few months back? T'ey had me thinking...since they have machines ta capture ghosts, then surely they have prototypes ta physically touch one, no?" He asked, moving his hands down to caress the others hips.

He stopped his explanation momentarily to sigh in satisfaction, loving how well Daithi's hips fit between his hands.

The ghost grunted as he felt one of the metal limbs slid around his upper thigh, wiggling his legs at the unfamiliar sensation of Brian's body between them, their crotches pressed up against one another.

"So when we scared t'em off, I took their gadgets and picked them apart. I found the initial prototype that made it possible to touch ghosts, and added it to my hard drive. It took a few weeks of research ta make it work properly all through my body, but I got it eventually." Brian continued, slightly grinding his hips into Daithi's.

The latter gasped at this, gritting his teeth to hold in the moan that climbed up his throat.

"And then, it took me a month or so ta add in a few other adjustments. Such as these." The cyborg spoke, slithering one of the cold tentacles up his friend's shirt and trailing it down the center of his body, stopping just short of the hem of his jeans.

"Tentacles. I really had no use for this whole 'being able to touch ghosts' thing, but then my mind wandered over ta ye. All te times you've pranked me by possessing my arms and making me slap myself, all the times you've been blatantly wrong and refused ta take the blame even when ye yer'self knew it, and god damnit, all the fuckin'times ye've teased us all wit' t'is body of yours." Brian growled, gripping the other's waist tighter.

He held in a whimper at the action, biting his lip as he felt the tentacles—almost unnoticeably— slowly spreading his legs apart.

"And in that moment...all I could think about was that I could now touch ye all I wanted, and ye can't float away no matter how much ye want ta. But now...I think ye wouldn't mind t'at, considering you're harder than me right now." Brian smirked, flicking his eyes downward. Daithi stiffened, shooting his eyes down to see the tent in his pants. He cursed quietly.

He hadn't even felt the pressure down there.

He felt his face flush deeply, shooting a glare up at the older male.

"Desperate, are we now?" Brian chuckled. Daithi just deepened his glare.

If anything, this wasn't his fault. Being a ghost came with it's consequences. You couldn't touch someone unless you used energy, nobody could touch you back without feeling cold to the bone, all you could feed on was lost souls and even when you could eat real food, it never really tasted the same as you could remember.

Hell, when Daithi died, he mentally cursed all heaven and hell for making him a ghost and would have rather had been reborn as an ugly, disgusting fallen apart zombie.

But he was blessed to be a ghost.

Only years later was he thankful for it, as he didn't get many disgusted stares and could disappear from a conversation in the snap of someone's fingers if his anti socialism got the best of him.

But he'd never had any sort of sexual relation in over thousands of years. He didn't even remember that his lower half had a second purpose other than to use the bathroom.

And now here he was... about to be used in that other purpose. And he didn't think he minded much—as embarrassing as it was to be in this position by the hand of your best friend.

"Shut up." He snapped, only feeling his face heat up more as Brian's smirk grew.

"Man, ye're still t'is stubborn even after I have ye pinned down like this? Admirable, really." The cyborg laughed, leaning forward to smash his lips in with the ghost.

Daithi felt a warm fluttery feeling in his chest at the action, whimpering softly at how much he realized he missed physical affection.

He easily gave in, leaning into the kiss carefully. This was his best friend, after all. He didn't know how many boundaries were laid between them.

However, the way Brian's tentacles ripped his clothes off and the way his hands were sliding up his sides made him think that Brian had no boundaries.

The taller of the two wiggled his wrists in the tight grasp of the metal tentacles holding them down, wanting to touch his friend.

He had had a taste of physical touch, and all he wanted was more. Brian was right. He was desperate.

"Aww, is my little ghoul giving in now? Well t'ats not as fun. Still as satisfying though." Brian teased with a shit eating grin. Daithi hissed a curse at him, turning his head to the side and averting his shameful gaze.

Out of all his roommates, why did Brian have to be the one to do this? Not that he's complaining or picking favorites—but the cyborg was known to tease and hold a moment over someone's head for the longest time.

No reason this wasn't gonna be different. Daithi was definitely gonna get teased about this moment for as long as his immortal life drags out.

"So shiny..." Brian muttered, trailing one of his hands down the others slim neck and admiring the ghostly glow of his smooth skin.

He leaned down and placed soft kisses to the flesh, earning small gasps and winces of pleasure in return.

"So pretty..." Brian muttered again, feeling his hands around the bare skin of the other's body.

Daithi was completely nude now, not having cared to word his surprise or anything of the sort. The only feelings he had room for, was embarrassment and want.

He wanted—no, he needed more, but he wasn't gonna go and ask for that.

He shivered when he felt Brian's large hands find home at his rear end, squeezing curiously at the perfectly round mounds.

The ghost shook in his arms, feeling shocks of pleasure with each feeling of the other that reached his body.

Wether it be one of the tentacles brushing against a sensitive area, wether it be one of Brian's hands groping softly at his body or wether it be the cyborg's breath, warming up his cold skin that hasn't felt any sort of body warmth in over years.

Regardless of what it was, Daithi felt pleasure from it. He loved this new sensation and would give up anything to have more of it.

He rolled his hips up into the other male, moaning quietly at the rough fabric of Brian's jeans rubbing against his naked erection.

"Ye're so needy. Ta be honest, I didn't picture ye t'is way. I thought you'd be cursing me out right now and maybe telling me ta fuck off, but...this is different. I like it." Brian stated, pulling Daithi's hips against his own, being rewarded with a small call of his name.

He chuckled, leaning back up to get a good view of the other. His body was now tinted with a darker blue, an illuminating blush that looked so beautiful on his pretty face.

Brian slid one of his tentacles towards his lips, brushing the metal across the opening.

"Open ye're mouth darling." Brian cooed, smirking at how quickly the ghost gave in. He was like his little servant, abiding by any demands he gave him.

Daithi subconsciously moaned when the tentacle slid between his lips and into his mouth, tip playing with his tongue.

Brian slowly thrusted it in and out, running his hands down Daithi's body until they reached his pelvis.

He carefully griped the leaking shaft, pressing on the bead of precum at the tip with his thumb.

He pulled it back slightly, admiring how much brighter and more sticky the substance was than normal semen.

Like glow in the dark slime.

Daithi mewled helplessly as Brian swirled small circles on the head of his circumcised penis, fingers stroking the side skillfully.

He brought his free hand up to his mouth, coating his fingers in saliva. He then pulled the ghost's legs further apart with his tentacles, lowering his hand towards the little entrance.

Daithi was so occupied with the metal intrusion in his mouth, that he could barely think when Brian had started to stroke his erection. He was even more unready, for when he felt a finger slowly slid inside of him.

He let a squeak escape his lips when the digit pressed into his walls, another one of the same size sliding in alongside the first.

Daithi moaned at the uncomfortable feeling, but the hand on his dick brought him back to the thought of pleasure, that he didn't even realize he has started to moan louder when the fingers brushed against the bundle of nerves inside his body.

His noises were muffled from the tentacle down his throat of course, but to Brian, they were like music to his ears.

The sounds were just so submissive and helpless that it made him feel even tighter in his pants—if that was even possible.

He slid his fingers in deeper, going down to the knuckle before curling them inside the other. Daithi arched his back at the feeling, his body visually trembling at the intense feeling.

Back when he was alive, gay sex was a sin. A crime. Of course, that didn't stop him from trying. He's had many sex relations with men, but they were all handjobs or blowjobs.

Never had he spread his legs for a man and been given pleasure down there. And never did he think he'd even get to try it.

But now, he had Brian hovering over him, pinning him in place and giving him the pleasure wether he wanted it or not.

And he did want it. He wanted it so bad. His fingers didn't seem like enough and all he wanted was for the robot to whip his fucking dick out and take him already!

But he didn't think he was gonna get that pleasure. Not any time soon at least. It seemed that Brian has planned to drag this foreplay out for as long as possible.

The tentacle occupying his mouth slid out with strings of saliva and a slick noise, a choked moan slipping free from Daithi's mouth as Brian's hands were removed.

He wiggled his hips in need, wanting to feel those fingers touching him again. Brian laughed at the impatience, running his hands up his inner thighs.

"Don't worry love, you'll get my dick soon. Just relax an' enjoy yer'self." Brain chuckled, discreetly sliding the wet tentacle down between the other's legs.

Daithi whined loudly, feeling the tip play with his rim. He then let out a gasped moan as it pushed into him unexpectedly, spreading his walls more than Brian's fingers had.

It was still thinner than any dick, but at least it was a step up from fingers. The metal felt warm inside of him—but that was a common occurrence due to the fact that he was a ghost and had no sort of heat radiation in his body.

"F-fuck, Brian...p-push it deeper." He pleaded, fluttering his eyes—unable to keep them open nor closed— as he balled his hands into tiny fists.

"Yeah? Ye want it deeper?" The cyborg asked with a grin. It was a rhetorical question, but Daithi nodded anyways.

Brain obliged, but not without a bit of added measures.

He pushed the tentacle deeper like Daithi had asked, but only a few inches. When the ghost opened his mouth to protest for more, the tentacle started to vibrate violently as well as twist and press into his walls aggressively.

The reaction was instantaneous, as Daithi moaned and gasped at the mechanical pleasure, zaps of euphoric bliss shooting up his spine.

"Oh fuck, Brian! Brian! Angh!" He cried out, jerking and jolting uncontrollably as the harsh vibration went on. His insides were tingling in places where he's never felt before and his body felt like it was a hundred degrees.

Choked gasps and moans left his lips, unable to control his noises no longer. Tears slid down his cheeks like neon, glowing water, his cheeks now a dark blue hue.

He couldn't contain his sounds no more, whimpers and squeals of pleasure following up along the rest of his innocent sounding noises.

Brian bit his lip to hold back a groan, already feeling himself gather precum of his own down in his pants.

The sight was simply too much to handle for him. The way Daithi's lips parted for each and every small or loud sound that left his throat, the way his eyes fluttered with each pump of the tentacle and the way his body seemed to vibrate along with it.

It was honestly too breath taking for him to come to realize of how long he's been sitting here pleasuring the other.

Daithi was close to cumming. Way too close to think or squeak in a warn.

"B-brian! Brian, I'm gonna- fffuck-!" He managed to get out in an unbelievably high pitch tone. His body convulsed harshly in the grasp of the tentacles still holding him down, his moans breaking into desperate, overstimulated sobs and sharp gasps.

Brian blinked out of his daze, realizing he still had the vibration on his tentacle. He quickly switched it off with a swift flick of his wrist, slowly pulling the metal limb out of the other.

The ghost gasped quietly, body still jolting every few seconds as cum continued to leak from his member, his orgasm depleting.

"Shit...got a bit carried away." Brain muttered, running a hand through his hair before leaning down and placing small kisses to the taller's tears that dripped down his flushed face.

Daithi whimpered at the feeling, hating that the gentle care made him grow hard again. Brian was quick to notice this, feeling the manhood grow against his own already hard crotch.

"So ye did like it, huh?" He chuckled, feeling his own pride grow at the flustered gaze the other had on, averting his piercing green eyes.

"Ye liked it." Brian confirmed with himself, knowing the other was way too embarrassed to speak right now.

The two were best friends. Always have been, always will be. They've seen each other at their worst and at their best.

But never have they seen each other in this sexual fashion. Now, they did. And both equally wanted more of it.

"Now how about we go all the way now, huh? Ya ready to feel what it's like to be possessed from the inside instead of doing the possessing?" The cyborg joked flirtatiously, the sound of his zipper being opened sending a delightful shiver down the ghost's spine.

Oh, he was ready. He was so ready.

"Shut up an' get on wit' it ye fucktard." Daithi mumbled in a pout and heavy blush, looking up to send a soft glare up at his friend.

Brian smirked.

"There's te Daithi I know." He grinned, aligning himself up.

"Hey uh...I need some help over here?" Brian called as he burst into the library, heading straight for the large desk in the center.

Dan perked up, glancing around for the ghost that was surely found out by the cyborg.

But no Daithi.

"Hey Brian! Uh...what d'ye need?" He asked politely, yet suspiciously. The robot seemed to be more upbeat and in a better mood than usual.

"Oh well, I need help finding a few books, if ye can. And it's sorta urgent so it'd help if ye aren't busy." He replied, wringing his hands nervously as he made his way to the front of the desk.

Dan hummed, glancing at his stack of due paperwork before nodding his head and standing up.

"Sure! I got nothin' ta do." He lied. In fact, he was busy. Really busy. But he wanted to see where this was going.

"Really? Great, I could use some help finding books on ghosts and te paranormal." Brian explained, following close behind as Dan led the way.

There it was.

Dan presumed that Brian did something bad to Daithi, and now can't undo it. Probably some voodoo or some shit.

"Oh? And why is t'at, if ye don't mind me askin'." He replied casually, leading him over to book guides for myths and legends.

Brian winced, looking around with a slight chuckle as Dan started to shift through the books—not really paying attention to what he was looking at—while still having an open ear for his friend.

"Well...sort of a funny story, really." Brian smiled with a light laugh, running a hand through his hair.

"I sorta, kinda...fucked Daithi so hard t'at he's now unresponsive." He said quickly, wincing as Dan slammed his fist against the bookcase.

"You what?!" Dan yelled, but was joined by two voices behind them. Brian turned around to see both Kevin and Sean staring at him in disbelief, both holding more stacks of paperwork.

"Brian... please, for the love of all t'at is holy... please tell me t'at ye're joking." Dan sighed with a slight growl in his voice.

Brian chuckled again, feeling a nervous cold sweat slid down his spine.

"Uhh...no. 'M not." He laughed it off. Dan took in a deep breath, pinching the bridge of his nose as he held it in.

It seemed like forever that he held in that breath, pondering over his options before slowly letting it out.

"Take me ta him." He sighed.

"Wha?" Brian asked dumbfounded.

"Take me to him, so t'at we can see what te problem is." Dan repeated, a bit annoyed that he had to repeat himself.

Brian simply nodded, too taken aback by Dan's sudden annoyance to protest.

Dan let out a shaky breath, holding a hand over his mouth to cover his erect fangs as he looked upon the sight.

The ghost was carefully laid on Brian's bed, mostly covered, but still obviously naked underneath the covers. His gaze was clouded over and his eyes were half lidded as he looked up at the ceiling, in a daze.

His body would quiver every few seconds, his hips jolting as if he still had something inside of him. His body was flushed in blue, his eyes were wet with tears and his breathing was stuttered, a few whimpers escaping every now and then.

"Damn Brian...ye really fucked em up." Sean laughed, having to hold his nose due to the intense smell of lust coming off of the ghost. Kevin nodded in agreement, biting his lip in thought before he frowned.

"So, how do we fix him?" He asked, turning over to look at Dan. The vampire shrugged dramatically, not knowing either.

"I dunno, he's not a robot. Of wait, a robot made the problem, maybe he should be te one ta fix it!" Dan huffed, shooting a glare over at Brian.

The cyborg simply snickered, too proud of himself to be ashamed.

"No. I don't think it's a health or ghost issue. I've seen this case many times." Sean muttered, tapping his chin as he walked around the bed and ran his hand through Daithi's hair.

Not a single response but a mewl.

"Really? How so?" Dan asked, ignoring the smug look on Brian's face as he looked up at his other friend in hope.

"During rut times when werewolves go in heat or some shit like t'at, we'd fuck- obviously. But after knotting and the whole mating process, ta wolf on the receiving end ended up in a state like this." He explained, plopping down on the bed and laying himself down next to Daithi.

The ghost immediately shivered at the feeling of body warmth, cuddling close to the other male and pressing himself close into Sean's chest despite his own undressed state.

The lads stared in confusion, trying to process the words.

"Uh...so t'at means?" Kevin asked with an apologetic smile. Brian nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, ye gotta dumb it down a bit lad." He said. Sean chuckled with a roll of his eyes, knowing it was coming soon if not later.

"In other words, ye fucked him so hard he needs rest and care. Lots of it. Cuddling usually helps." He sighed, wrapping his arm around Daithi's waist and pulling him even closer.

The lads still stared in confusion, not understanding how that helped at all.

"It's the 'after care' process of mating. C'mon, t'is is logic lads." He smiled with a roll of his eyes.

The guys just nodded or hummed in understanding, standing there awkwardly.

Hell, could you blame them? They were standing here, in the presence of their crush who was roughly fucked by one of their roommates. He was currently naked under the blankets and now cuddled up with one of them.

They were filled with shock, jealousy, anger, surprise, nervousness, curiosity, love- fuck, you name it, they were feeling it!

But one thing they did know, was that they were gonna beat the fuck out of Brian later.

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Hi!

A bit more smuttier than I was going for, but regardless, here it is!

I was going for a soft lemon since I haven't done it in a while but I kinda...sorta...got carried away...

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Haha, anyways this is the shot for any of my Spookylads readers in here, and I hoped y'all liked it!

Anyways, stay safe my loves. I love you all!!!

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- Jacky

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Featured or mentioned characters:

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Nogla - Daithi, Nogla

Terroriser - Brian, Bri

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RTGame - Dan, Daniel

Jacksepticeye - Sean

CallMeKevin - Kevin, Kev

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JustaMinx - Minx

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