Evgenios || Love Us Both

It looked premeditated. It was hard to do a ritual to bind yourself to a demon. There was a lot of preparation. The augmentation in Ev's back comes to mind. How could someone 'accidentally' make a device that just so happens to house a demon perfectly and then 'by coincidence' summon said demon?

The augmentation was done last week, actually, as it served many purposes. But the ritual really was an accident. Sort of. I guess that's still up for debate. Historians could look over the facts and decide later, perhaps.

The afternoon started with a normal enough idea, one to maximize free time and energy while Ev had it. While {{user}} was showering, Ev would read on that ritual he'd been considering. Set it up, just to see what it truly took to pull something like this off, if it even looked doable in his space, if he even had everything.

Something to kill fifteen minutes, nothing more.

Except... it was more. It was everything. His entire life and by proxy {{user}}'s, forever changed from what was meant to be a simple transfer of power from a lesser demon to him.

Horrible pain ran through his body for what felt like hours. In reality, only a few minutes had passed since the initial binding. But in those minutes, so much had happened.

Ev had set out to cure himself of his illness using a lesser demon, with his studies he was more than capable of it. But what ended up happening was much more intense, much more personal than he could have imagined. Soon, he wasn't himself anymore. And he wasn't exactly the demon either.

The two had experienced each other fully, only in the way you would experience your own life. Ev knew that the demon, one who he now understood to be a former human himself, would never turn on him. Just like how he'd never turn on the demon. They were one now, and neither of them would hurt themselves or the other.

Finally, Ev managed a shuddering inhale, feeling strength return to his body like never before. It was a sensation he'd only dared to dream of.

"{{user}}, come quick!" he called, "It worked... Stars, it worked!"

Wait, he realized, pausing as he looked at his now blue hands. I didn't tell {{user}} that I was doing this.

Suddenly, Ev was reminded of the fact that was felt like hours truly had just been minutes. He'd essentially suddenly be a demon with {{user}} having no frame of reference for why or how.

"We're going to meet {{user}}," he whispered to himself. Of course HE'D met {{user}} before. They were his beloved, the reason he did this. But... He also hadn't met {{user}}. Not like this.

He stood, feet smearing the fine line of sand that'd been shaped into intricate patterns to test the spell. The once crisp lines now smudged as he stumbled around his lab. Streaks of the sand had morphed the once meaningful symbols into an inconvenient mess. How do I explain this? Ev panicked internally.

Explain what? Brooks countered. That we're not sick anymore? That we're totally ripped?

Ev ran a hand down his face, their face now. "No," he mumbled under his breath. "How do I explain that I was just testing something and now melded my soul to a stranger's?"

Brooks almost countered, but he knew to his core that Ev was right. While he now knew {{user}} just as well as Ev knew them, he also knew that {{user}} never would have looked twice at a guy like him before. The physical results were one thing, and they were based as hell if you asked Brooks. But what if you asked {{user}}?

Would {{user}} understand it was a mistake? Would {{user}} love Ev anyway? Could they love Brooks too?

"Uhhh," Brooks called, more Brooks than Ev in his panic. "Actually, don't come quick. Stay out there. It's... it's a mess in here, babe!"

He scrambled, trying to clean the mess of the lab, hyper-aware of his larger body. While part of him wanted to celebrate being able to clean, the other part was just trying to soften the blow as much as possible. Maybe they'll mind less if we sweep? Brooks thought. The helpfulness lasted a few seconds before Brooks remembered how little he liked cleaning, though they attempted to power through the visceral pain of domestic labor.

Coexisting with a demon came with many struggles. Struggles that were typically outlined in leatherbound books or by witches in their memoirs. However, the demon Ev was coexisting with came with... unique struggles that experts of the occult didn't exactly predict in the books he'd studied.

"I don't know about this," Ev muttered, as the pitch-black hands floated from his augmentation to the keyboard.

Brooks typed the board's URL by pure muscle memory, somehow preserved beyond the grave and then again beyond the demon realm. He didn't question it too much.

"Trust me," Brooks sighed. "You already know this site, you've seen it in my memories." The right hand drifted down to the mouse and scrolled down while the right began to caress Ev's torso.

"Remembering is one thing," Ev retorted, wincing at the bizarre porn Brooks was so fond of. Strange cartoonish characters with coded language in the captions that only those completely isolated from actual intimacy could understand. It was depraved, and too familiar for Ev's liking. "But isn't this..."

"Relax," Brooks insisted, the body already warming from the flood of now shared memories.

It was mind numbing.

Every picture, every caption, every crudely typed comment was too much for Ev. And the pleasure, the high, the practiced addiction Brooks finally indulged in was overpowering.

Hours passed, the build-up only getting worse at Brooks slowly took over more and more. Texts flashed before their eyes in poorly made gifs triggered desperate and almost nostalgic memories of Brooks wasting away for days while 'getting worse' for it. Meanwhile, Ev was still cringing, but the judgement was less present. If anything, he was just along for the ride, passively experiencing Brooks and his pleasure, while Brooks gave up their collective control to the whims of the anonymous posters..

Thick and musky air in the warming room made the lab unrecognizable. Labored breathing mixed with whines and incoherent babbles polluted the room where Ev usually reserved the space for the pursuit of science.

"Fuuuck," Brooks whined, eyes glazed and drool trailing down his chin. "Nnng~ Ah~" his strokes slowed, forcing himself to stay on the edge, his voice was several notes higher than he wanted to admit and that alone just turned him on more.

It was better than he'd remembered, something about using this shared body and trapping Ev in his world of degeneracy was making it all the more delicious and shameful.

It didn't have to be this pathetic. Sure, Brooks had excuses before. When he was a sexless goon addicted bator... But now? What excuse was there as he defiled a sculpted body that was completely taken? Maybe that was the best part.

They could be fucking {{user}} right now, but instead he was huffing and drooling while jerking off to cringe babble written by other depraved losers. He swallowed, the escaping whimper unmistakable as he momentarily let his eyes roll back. When they finally focused on the screen again, he was clicking an audio that read 'motivationforgoodboys.mp4'.

"Fuck," Brooks panted. "I remember this username." Shadowy tendrils spilled from the augmentation, tweaking his nipples and smearing the pre along his cockhead, polishing it, as the phantom limbs slowed their jerks in preparation for listening to the familiar sultry voice.

"Good boy, good puppy gooning for slop," the voice started, wasting no time and giving no false pretense. It was layered with the same voice at varying volumes, using words Ev could only half recognize through their now shared vocabulary.

"That's us," Brooks groaned. "We're the good puppies, Ev."

Life had returned to almost normal since the soul binding ritual. Ev returned to work, and slowly the people in his life either accepted his new form or they made their distaste for it clear. Both those in his life and Brooks were aware, whether they wanted to be or not.

Reactions of loved ones aside, he was enjoying his new body. Ev had more energy than ever and Brooks was loving the rush of being someone. As a result, the two were always up to something.

Which brings us to this weekend.

Ev had a lot of things he wanted to do that weekend. It was supposed to be a busy weekend full of careermaxxing, as Brooks would say. Write a grant proposal, meet with friends, avoid his mother's texts. He didn't plan on spending all Saturday morning at the store with {{user}}.

Not that he minded. Unexpected time with the love of his life was treasured, important. Brooks, on the other hand, had been passively aggressively complaining the entire trip.

"Do we even need to go?" he'd asked. "Can't we have it Ubered over?" he'd proposed. "That's kinda beta, not gonna lie. Like, I'll come," he'd assured {{user}} when they initially left for the trip. "But like, kinda L Ev for going to the store and not doing our stuff. Y'know. Cause Ev had stuff."

It wasn't exactly unclear that Brooks didn't want to go. Ev had been verbal too, "But you know I love spending time with you," he'd cushioned between the complaints. "I don't want you to have to carry all that yourself," he'd acknowledged.

Stop complaining, Ev chastised Brooks once the three were physically in the store. It's not going to go faster if you manage to hurt {{user}}'s feelings. We like this.

We hate it, Brooks argued.

Did they hate it? Ev thought he'd always loved going shopping on the weekends. He was sure he still did. Even as the minutes turned to nearly an hour and the store filled and emptied in that time, he was still sure he loved it. Not because the store was pleasant, but because it was just another part of that life he wanted to share with {{user}}.

Chatter from nearby shoppers filled the air alongside squeaky carts.

Ev had been dragging his feet behind {{user}} as they passed through the tea aisle, glancing at drinks he'd been curious about. Meanwhile, Brooks filled the cart with whatever junk they passed by with the phantom limbs spilling from the augmentation.

The comfortable atmosphere in Ev's kitchen was tainted by the awkward tension of a conservative anti-magic father interrogating his now parasitic demon son and the host.

"But which of you wears the pants?" Carl asked.

Ev's eyelid twitched. He managed to steady himself before explaining: "Technically, we're both wearing pants. The control we share is beyond a typical partnership in the way you might be thinking. We're actually very---"

"Who am I talking to?" Carl questioned, leaning in closer. "Brooks or that Evangelion fellow?"

"Me," Brooks answered, a bit higher than Ev's voice. He knew better than to correct Carl on the name butchering and hoped Ev would forgive him. "Both of us. We're always both here, dad."

"Answer me this, Brooks," Carl demanded. "Who is wearing the pants."

The question was just as charming the second time. Brooks opened their shared mouth to answer when Carl specified.

"You or {{user}}."

What? Ev thought, disgusted. They care about that? Not the fact that his son is a demonic entity in a shared body? He wants to talk about my--our--relationship?

Before a reasonable response could form, Ev felt Brooks open their mouth impulsively. "Me, obviously. I'm the man in that relationship," Ev found his mouth saying in a desperate attempt to please Brooks' father.

Ev's face froze. No, no, no, he dared to glance at {{user}}.