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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Welcome_to_Hell_-_All_Media_Types
  Relationship:
      Jonathan_Combs/Napoleon_Maxwell_Sowachowski_|_Sock
  Character:
      Jonathan_Combs, Mephistopheles_(Welcome_to_Hell), Providence_(Welcome_to
      Hell), Napoleon_Maxwell_Sowachowski_|_Sock
  Additional Tags:
      Mpreg, shameless_mpreg, later_character_death, mulitchapter, based_off_a
      tumblr_prompt, Abandoned_Fic
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-06-22 Completed: 2015-11-25 Chapters: 3/3 Words: 1427
****** Demons, Deities, and Dads ******
by theatricalartist
Summary
     After Jonathan's parents go out of town for a week Sock begins to act
     strange. The question is Why?
***** 1 *****
     Jonathan had Sock pinned against the couch. The boys were both shirtless,
chests beaded with sweat. Sock's skirt was pushed far up toward his naval and
he kept pushing back against Jonathan lightly enjoying being pinned. Jon nipped
gently at Sock's neck and ear eliciting the softest moans from his personal
demon.
     Jonathan's parents were gone, unsurprisingly, they were always gone. But
this time they'd be gone for a least a week, off on business or a vacation or
something. Sock didn't pay attention. All he understood was that he's be alone.
With Jon. For more then a couple hours.
     "Your holes disgusting," Jon frowned having forgot about it.       "Well
don't look at it then!" Sock said a bit irritated, "you've never been grossed
out by it bef-oh."
     Jon was kissing his neck leaving love bites on Sock's pale skin.
"Jonathaaan," Sock moaned green eyes meeting blue ones. Jon released Sock's
hands only to pull off his torn capris. Sock's erection strained at the fabric
of his undergarments. A thin layer between him and satisfaction. "You're
teasing!" Sock whined.
     Jonathan slid away the fabric wrapping his lips around the head. Sock
sucked in a breath body buckling as the contact was made. Jon slowly took more
and more of Sock the boy reduced to small whimpers and pants. Jon had made it
very clear after their last time together that pull his hair or trying to touch
his head was strictly off limits.
     Jon stopped, removing his lips from Sock's head and unbuttoned his pants
casting the offending garments to the side. He sat up unzipping his bag. Sock
sat up on his arm watching him.
    "What are you getting?" Sock asked confused.
    "Ah," Jon's face flared up, "Lube? I don't want to kill you."
    "Jon I'm dead..." Sock snickered.
    "Shut up," Jonathan said back smiling as he handed Sock the bottle. Sock
slowly began to work at himself with one finger, then two, all the while
keeping eye contact with Jon.
    When Jon felt he could contain himself no longer he grabbed Sock's hips
pulling him so he was sitting on Jon's lap. Jon slid himself in earning a long
low moan from Sock who wrapped his arms around Jon's neck. Jon slowly began to
bounced Sock on his shaft the little demon biting hard into his neck through
panted breaths. The whole ordeal was very quiet, very mechanical. The only
sounds that filled the room were Sock's little exasperated moans and Jonathan's
grunts.
    Soon Jon's rhythm began to break and his hands fumbled needlessly on Sock's
hips. He held Sock down onto him as he came. Sock stared into his eyes
releasing Jonathan from his grip, "Jonathan?"
    "Y-yeah?" Jonathan said struggling to catch his breath.
    "You should really kill yourself."
"Oh my god shut up you nerd!"
***** Chapter 2 *****
     Jonathan examined the bite marks Sock had left up and down his neck
periodically throughout the week. Sock sat up in his head his hair standing
straight up in its gravity defying way. "Where are my pants?" The little demon
said yawning. Jonathan shrugged pulling on his grey hoodie and situating his
purple headphones around his neck so as to cover the bites. He laced his shoes
and headed out hoping it would take Sock a while to find the pants he'd hidden
in the fridge.
     While he did enjoy having Sock around to fend off loneliness he savored
his blissful moments of isolation. It was cloudy outside storm clouds rolling
in, casting grey over the suburban area. Jonathan put on his headphones
Valhalla Soundbox blasting through. He turned down the street to see the school
bus pulling up. He stepped on hesitantly, Sock hadn't joined him at the bus
stop yet.
     "Are you getting on or not kid?" The bus driver said. Jonathan nodded
stepped on take his seat alone. A couple of girls giggled and pointed at him
gossiping between themselves. Jonathan ignored them turning the music up more
an unsettling feeling rested in his stomach.
 
     Sock felt sick. That was the first thing he realized when he stood. The
floor seemingly moving in and out under his levitating feet. Sock shook the
thoughts away. He was pretty sure that demons couldn't even get sick...or maybe
they could but it was different?
     He pushed the thought out his head as soon as it crept in. He stumbled out
of the room and down the stairs his head throbbing. "Ow...." He huffed as he
set about stepping through closet doors, and sticking his head into dressers.
Sock huffed as he stuck his head into the fridge his pants folded between eggs
and milk. He yanked them out putting them on, grabbing his hat and headed to
the school.
     Jonathan was scribbling notes at his desk. He checked to his left to see
the spare desk empty, then peaked under to make sure Sock wasn't sitting in
wait. Jonathan furrowed his brow and leaned back in his chair. Surely Sock had
found his pants by now. He didn't hide them /that/ well. He was surprised to
find that the absence of his 'personal demon' cause feelings like this. Sock
was supposed to make him feel worthless and eventually drive him to killing
himself; and yet, without Sock's obnoxious voice spouting off nonsense and
suggestions to kill himself he felt that way more so now then ever before. He
bit the end of his pencil trying to refocus on his notes.
     The school had never seemed this far away before. Sock thought as he
floated toward the school at a snails pace. His face beaded with sweat
everything appearing remarkably strenuous.
     "Hey kid." The voice was the all to familiar jersey accent that belong to
his boss, "you ah doin' okay? You're a little slow there."
     Sock didn't need this he was embarrassed enough by losing his pants, "he
stole my pants." Sock grumbled. His body ached in pain. His head still
throbbed. His face was burning not in a good way, "can demons get sick?"
     Mephistopheles shrugged, "I cant. I'm not so sure about you though you
look...exhausted...are you getting enough sleep? You are taking your nights off
right?"
Sock wouldn't tell him he wasn't, obviously he'd been with Jonathan all week
and hadn't really rested.             "Yeah of course." Sock said sheepishly,
"it's probably just an off day."
     Mephistopheles nodded, "alright then kid you know where to find me." He
disappeared.
     Jonathan stepped outside of the school building glancing around. It was
the end of the day and Sock still had yet to arrive. He squinted, off in the
distance he could see his personal demon trudging toward him. Jonathan
internally felt relieved that nothing bad had happened to him. Sock reached
Jonathan and put a hand on his shoulder, "I'm exhausted."
     Jonathan laughed, "I can tell."
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Summary
     Jon begins to worry about Sock.
     I will write more soon I'm just currently on an Undertale kick.
The proceeding weeks seemed to continue on without much of a complication. Sock
was slower, but could at least bring it about himself to keep up with the ever
apathetic Jonathan who initially had shown concern but eventually gave up
waiting for Sock to play catch up. It was a Saturday in the dead middle of
winter when Sock didn't rouse from Jon's bed sheets.
"Hey," Jon said flatly eyes narrowed, "get up."
"No," Sock said eyes closed and laying flat on his back, "I don't want to."
"Sock come on." Jon said nervously glancing at his door. He knew they talked
about him being crazy since he...acquired Sock. And while he appreciated the
demons company he also drove him insane.
Sock glanced over at Jon and cracked his back defiantly.
"You're like a freaking cat." Jon huffed and pulled the blankets away.
"Jonathan!" Sock said sitting up slightly annoyed.
"I asked nicely." Jonathan responded as he set about fixing the bed.
"That's not fair I'm sick!" Sock pouted crossing his arms.
Jon scowled, "yeah about that. You've been sick for a while now. Don't you
think you need to, I dunno. Talk to someone about it? Your boss or something.
Lucife-"
"Mephistopheles." Sock cut him off, "and no I don't think I do."
"Sock it's been at least three weeks."
"So?"
Jon huffed, "it can't be good for anyone demon or not to be sick this long."
Sock looked away.
Jon's eyes softened for a moment before returning to their normal state, "Who's
going to convince me to kill myself hm? Someone, else?"
Sock scoffed insulted, "fine I'll ask later. Right now I want in your sheets."
He tugged them up over his head, "goodnight."
"Goodmorning."
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