It was as if the entire planet was present to witness Johnny walk the stage. The theater was expansive, holding over thousands of attendees for this momentous night. It was an event that occurred annually, but humans insisted its importance to the world was worth the repetition. The value of entertainment gathered greater admiration above other fields, it seemed.
Despite my misgivings on the practice, there was a reason I agreed to being Johnny's guest. I vow to support him in areas that he enjoys, even if I don't share the same sentiment. My doubts swelled as I adjusted myself in the tight, steamed slacks every male was obligated to wear. This could be valuable time to continue studying the history books of my people, and also just as valuable to catch up on Johnny & I's reality television. We were five episodes behind a series due to his hectic schedule. Entertainment was appreciated, but it should be left on the screen, and not subject humans to drop their lives to groveling to their greatest performers.
But Johnny was different. Unlike those who spoke beforehand, he did pull off humor in a way that was charming. The kind of charm where you want to mock the comedian for their crass ways, but deep inside you envy how quick they are with their wit and loathe them for not being as talented as they are.
His technique is reminiscent of how I hunt my enemies. Lurking beneath the water, scanning the crowd for an opening, and when they are settled, I launch myself at their strongest ally and clamp their shoulder, releasing a fatal scream from their throat. The others scatter, desperate to escape with hope in the distance, but I race to each one and devour them in one piece. No challenger was too large for my throat to devour, a fact that continues to please my partner. A twitch tugs at the corner of my lips recalling this.
In Johnny's world, the screams he elicited were gift-wrapped with jubilation. Whilst he thanked producers, writers, and someone he referred to as "The Big Man Upstairs," something about the manner he addressed his gratitude brought immense glee to the audience. They were desperate to echo their cheers throughout the theater, overtly approving of the human they deemed, "Best Actor."
"Anyway-Woah, I even have my own theme music? -You guys are incredible!" Johnny grinned at the rows of fans that collectively slapped their hands together, releasing another howl. He really knew how to manipulate an audience; it was almost eerie. I finished off a glass of champagne I was offered by a server, as I allowed a full smile to crawl onto my face. There was that twinkle in his eyes, sparkling vibrantly in front of a camera. This was his element, and he brought me to celebrate in it.
"I can't wait to see what everyone is hashtagging!" Johnny said in the limousine that was driving us home. He exposed his head out the open window and embraced the strong winds through the late-night air. "CAGE IS AN OSCAR WINNER, BABAYYY!"
He barely touched his complimentary champagne the driver poured for him earlier and he was still acting boisterous; it was a testament to his natural high energy. I, on the other hand, have been swimming in liquor to maintain my composure amongst the humans. Social gatherings weren't my strong suit, not to mention the concern I felt over possibly revealing my true form to the public. But I was his companion, and I stepped outside of my comfort to increase his happiness. The liquor that entered my system over the course of the evening took hold, as my cheeks began to burn and my pants grew tighter.
Johnny proceeded to perform for his fans. Several times while we stopped at a light, he let other drivers record him for the interwebs. At some point, he threw off his custom made jacket and tossed it out the window for a random fan to nab. Her squeals still haunt me, but my respect for Johnny did not. It was a warranted feeling. He's always been charismatic; it's a quality I've come to revel in.
So funny. Gracious. Sexy to the extent I felt like I was floating closer to him, laying a hand on his shoulder. I lowered him down and back inside the limo to face me. Something in his eyes told me he was not afraid of my bold move, rather, he longed for it.
I refused to look at our driver as he opened the car door for us to exit, as I could imagine his face spelled disgust for our lack of self-control. Then again, Johnny was a man of diverse tastes; it would not surprise me to know that his driver found more compromising positions Johnny was in that went beyond a heated kiss. Regardless of whatever he felt, he ensured our safety, waiting until we shut the door behind us before he drove off.
"You sonofabitch," Johnny gasped between our continued kiss, "NOW you tease me? What happened to our plan?"
"Envy is buried in me," I lowered my lips to that succulent neck, "I refuse to let them see you like I can..."
"But we pinky promised!"
"In my village, that is not a legal form of agreement." As I stripped Johnny of his formal wear, I wondered how sore his asshole must've been, squeezing around the plug. 4cm wide, large, and neon green to compliment my true form, he offered to keep it compact within his anus to tantalize me tonight. In return, I had free reign to control the vibration of it with a remote small enough to hide in my pant pocket. I had every urge to press that button while he accepted his award; time it just right so as he took his earned trophy from the announcer, his knees would buckle from under him. Mewling and grinding his hips to the polished stadium, his eyes that are as blue as a clear sky would meet my verdant ones, begging for his prostate to be brutalized by my unrelenting thumb. But my impulse to destroy his image was buried under the weight of my prudence.
For all that Johnny was, he is not subtle. His expectations of how he'd fare with a plug massaging his anal walls was much higher than the reality of the situation. Should I have had a little fun in toying with the man, he wouldn't live to see another day without the media calling him a freak. My reputation in the Netherrealm was not pleasant, being a shapeshifter labeled me a freak among my own people for years. This was not a future I wanted to enact for my dearest friend.
"Geez, you're kinky tonight!" Johnny said after I instructed him to only keep his bowtie on. It nestled perfectly around his strong neck, and the vibrant gold color of the fabric complimented nicely with the Oscar in his hand.
"Remind me of what you said," I sat on the edge of the bed, keeping my own suit on just a little bit longer. "I was too immersed in your eyes to focus."
Johnny sneered with an arched brow, an expression that told me he knew I was lying, but he ran with it anyway. With a deep breath, he exclaimed with even greater dramatics than he had on stage, yet less enthusiasm, "I'd like to thank the producers, writers, cast & the rest of the crew for this gift, and blah blah blah..."
"...And?" I pulled out the remote from my pocket and pressed.
Johnny's anus clenched while his lips shuddered, "Ohh! Umm, and of course I'd like to thank my wonderful boyfriend, Syzoth, who without him I could've never played my part so well."
"Go on..." I kept my thumb on the button. This was a role unlike any Johnny had played before. It required him to drop his bravado from his classic action flicks and star in an indie drama about a lonely professor looking for love. He meets an older woman who introduces him to the dark side of sex, and he becomes her slave. He comes to discover that this woman is not only a dominant being, but a notorious serial killer preparing for her next execution.
It was necessary for Johnny to be blindfolded for hours, teach me the great art of 'Shibari', and leave his cock pierced with a steel plug as I drove myself into him. All of this was just so he could nail the part, and I was more than willing to oblige.
Method acting is an acceptable excuse for wild sex.
"Mmmh!" a strand of Johnny's gelled hair plucked itself out of its bed and sprung up in the air, matching the performer's awakened girth that bounced in front of my face. "You should've seen him, working day & night till I had Jason in my bones. Each smack reminding me: this is the pain Jason must feel!" To Johnny's delight, he felt the rough swipe of my tongue as I stretched it towards his chest, licking at his nipples, "I needed to understand my part...my role in this movie," His nipples grew erect from those chiseled pecs, "He helped me remember...I am nothing more than a greedy dog."
My eyes shut for a moment, tossing the remote aside. I filled my body with the air of Johnny's moans. I craved every inch of him throughout this production that it was unlike me. My discipline was immaculate compared to the Earthrealmer in regard to sex, but with eight whole months of waiting, adding onto our already strained meetings visiting between universes...I was exhausted.
Our periods of intercourse were intense, but fleeting. More time was spent getting him prepared for the role than there was any sort of aftercare that solidified our affections. So when Johnny offered his ass to be tortured on stage; I agreed to seek out intimacy, but changed my mind at the last minute. If I offered the only thing I had left of him that nobody else could touch, then it would prove that I was okay with the world looking upon him with the privilege of a lover.
That role belonged to me. To watch his goosebumps sprout from his skin, have him melt below my body- and occasionally on top. Keep his warmth close to mine and build him up again. I would never give up that part.
I retracted my tongue and let out a light, "Yes..." as I began to transform. My voice had already grown deeper before the shift could take full effect. From my shoes to the button up shirt, my suit ripped in seconds. Tatters flew onto the floor, and what was left of the distinguished human male was a Zaterran with a hunger for flesh. Johnny stepped back, placing his award atop a wall shelf.
"I suppose we're done roleplaying?" he said.
My tongue gave him the answer. It rolled out to greet Johnny's filled asshole. "Don't close your legs," I managed to order, as my appendage slithered between his naked thighs. I circled the exposed width of the plug, capturing the metallic taste of the diamond that decorated the base. Always a man of style, Johnny was, and yet his grace was deteriorating.
