“Grim?”
Mike turned from the bookcase that he was contemplating. “Oh, hello, Damon.”
Damon was in his usual workout kit, something Mike had seen him in at the base. He was filling out nicely, Mike thought.
“Can I talk to you?” He looked at the bookcase. “Or are you busy?”
“Not too busy,” said Mike, facing him. He put his hands in his pockets. “What’s up?”
“Scott said I should ask you about Danny Darkness.”
Mike blinked. “Um, and why’s that?”
“I have dark powers. I can summon these tendrils, and, like, I feel things.”
“Feel things.”
“Through clothing.” He seemed to blush.
“The tendrils go through the clothes?”
He nodded. “And I can make them hard, or soft, or gentle, or firm, or – ”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Mike held up a hand. “You can make the tentacles do things?”
He nodded again. “I can totally control them. I usually make them like knives against enemies, but I can make them like feathers for – for…”
“Spit it out.”
“Sex,” Damon blurted. “I could use them to have sex. And I feel a person’s – power when I do.”
“Life force? Do you draw it from them?”
“Maybe? I don’t know.”
“Is the sex that good?”
Damon blushed deeply. “Some people seem to think so.”
“Uh huh.” Mike crossed his arms. “Some people like my husband, maybe?”
“Uh…”
Mike watched Damon squirm. Mike had no emotion on his face, and Damon looked around the room, trying to get out of the situation. Mike just waited.
“Um. Yeah?”
“Uh huh.”
“Um. Sorry?”
“Why are you apologizing? Did Scott like it?”
“Yeah. Yeah, he seemed to.”
“I don’t have a problem with it, Damon. If you make my husband happy that’s okay.”
Damon exhaled. “Okay.”
Mike turned back to the bookcase. “Danny Darkness was walking sex on a stick. He knew what he was doing with his powers. He made my husband happy, and satisfied me.” He ran a hand down the spine of the books. “He probably could take my life force, but he didn’t. I think you should find out if you’re taking life forces and do something to control that.”
“Okay, I will. I’ll need to practice, though.”
Mike burst out laughing. “Practice. You can call it what you like, but it’s having sex.” He kept his hand on the book and turned his head to Damon. “I know you have the same…issue that Scott does, that you generate magic and it goes right to your prick.”
Damon looked away, muttering.
“What was that?”
“You’re right.”
“Of course, I’m right. And now you have the ability to perform some bad anime. Do you have a cock the size of a donkey’s?”
“What??? No!”
Mike shrugged, looked back at the bookcase. “Practice as you will. You’re old enough.”
“I wasn’t, uh, asking permission.” Damon swallowed. “Do you want me to show you?”
“No,” came the answer, much too quickly. Mike looked down at Damon’s shorts and saw that he was ready to show him. “No.”
“Sorry,” said Damon, and looked down.
“Go,” said Mike. “Go on.”
Damon looked deflated, turned away, and walked back upstairs to the door. Mike sighed, rested his forehead on the bookcase. That was close.