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The desert air always felt cold on Alan’s skin, mainly because it was always dark in Night Springs. The desert shore motel always felt cold, because there was a dark presence haunting it.
This feeling Alan felt, It wasn’t being drunk, it wasn’t being high, this was the prototype of being possessed. He didn’t even remember falling asleep. Now he was sleepwalking.

His body was touched, touched by the darkness Mister Scratch inflicted on him. It felt like being under the influence of some spell that made Alan absolutely incapable of denying Scratch anything he wanted. This was something Mister Scratch had introduced him on pretty early into the loop. Alan didn’t know if he was the first victim to fall for the touch of the doppelgänger’s darkness. Maybe he had abused it on other people before him, though he seemed to have a fixation with the champion of light for some reason. Maybe because he got his likeness?

Mister Scratch had used the touch of the darkness on him, making him his slave, whenever he was bored with his usual partying, killing or sending the taken to terrorize Night Springs.
Sure, Scratch wanted to get out of the dark place, taking Alan’s place in the real world, without having to deal with some washed up writer cramping his style BUT why not have fun with said writer first?

He needed to remind him of his place now and then, but Wake had this habit of being awfully uncooperative with letting Scratch fuck him into submission like he wanted to. Touching Alan with darkness worked especially well, whenever he collapsed somewhere from lack of sleep, having his control taken from him by the darkness literally and figuratively.

Wake was already a goner. Scratch had brought him into the motel room in his sleeping state and when the author opened his eyes, they were filled with lust and nothing else but the need to please.

To Alan’s confusion, the man of his desires, wasn’t with him. He had left him in this shady room to wake up completely naked, alone but with an already leaking morning wood. Alan groaned at the feeling of lust he thought forgotten when he jumped into Cauldron Lake a lifetime ago. If he wouldn’t have been possessed by Scratch’s darkness, he would have had done his best to ignore it and move on to get the hell out of this place. To his dismay he didn’t have any control of himself, hastily grabbing his hot, pulsing cock with a vice like grip, moaning at the contact and thrusting upwards, spreading the pre from the head of his dick all over his shaft.

God, this felt good, his body remembered. But the concept of memories was slowly fading, replacing every coherent thought with a desire deeply rooted in Alan’s brain. He just wanted to be enough, he longed for praise and the only one who could provide that was this twisted version of himself.

The door slammed open, Wake slightly shook in fear, but couldn’t stop getting some friction by still fucking his hand. Mister Scratch entered the motel room with a self-righteous strut, he couldn’t have been more happy with the result of the darkness’ touch, presenting itself in front of him.

There he was, his champion of light, waiting for him on the motel bed. His legs spread wide, short messy curls stuck to his forehead and an intense blush burning his cheeks. Alan’s lips were slightly parted, letting out quiet mewls of desperation. The Harold of darkness felt himself stiffen at the four course meal he had prepared for himself.

With a snap of Scratch’s fingers, Alan quickly jumped off the bed and got on his knees in front of the Harold’s feet. With his back purposefully arched, he leaned down, kissing and licking the black, leathery derby shoes clean.

„Look at you, couldn’t even wait one second before licking the dirt off my shoes, huh?“, Scratch chuckled huskily, letting a hand run through his own slicked back hair, making sure everything was in place, knowing Alan didn’t have a choice here. He made him do this.

„Yes, Mister Sc-..Umphf!“

Before Alan could finish his answer, the man above already yanked him face first into his crotch, roughly tucking at the other’s dark locks. Another loud moan was muffled into the fabric of Scratch’s slacks, before Alan started openmouthedly licking at Mister Scratch’s bulge. Scratch loathed in doing this to Alan, making him slowly get used to the darkness that will one day consume him fully.

„Come on, baby. Worship this fucking cock.“, Scratch groaned, watching Alan hastily open the front of Scratch’s now spit soaked dress pants as quickly as possible, fishing out the other’s erection and heavy balls. Alan’s legs spread themselves wider in instinct at this sight of Scratch’s hard dick in front of him, a reflex Scratch deemed very useful.

„You are so big, Mister Scratch. Thank you for letting me suck you off.“

„You don’t deserve it, but I’m being very generous today.“

„Thank you, Sir.“

Alan started stroking him with a twist of his wrist, gently kissing and caressing the other’s balls with his tongue. Scratch wondered if Alice would be a good replacement for Alan. It surely wouldn’t be what she was used to be doing with her husband. Quite the contrary.
Scratch smiled at the thought.

Alan’s evil clone thought of himself as the hottest and most perfect creature in this universe and literally being able to fuck himself couldn’t be a more exquisite fit. The only thing Scratch hated about Alan was his personality. But luckily this could be fixed by a little touch.

Wake swallowed down his dick to the base in one go, nosing Scratch’s neatly trimmed pubes and looking up to the man above with teary, big eyes. He looked so seductive and vulnerable at the same time, it kinda made Scratch’s none existent heart ache. Despite Alan starting to choke on the hard cock in his throat, he let his tongue swirl around it one last time, before pulling off to get some well needed air.

„Sir, you taste incredible.“

„Tch, yeah of course I taste better than the straight guy dick you sucked before. Now get your cum catcher to do something useful instead of babbling.“

A violent shove brought Alan back to Scratch’s dick, which sheathed itself quickly into his willing throat, until it was hitting the back of it. The darkness didn’t make Alan fight back, but his gag reflex did. Mister Scratch was tired of Alan being in charge of the pace, lazily rocking into the other’s mouth. He could kill for the feeling of Alan’s throat spasms milking his cock, but he needed Wake alive at least for a little while longer.

Swiftly the writer’s head was pulled off again. As Alan started dry heaving and panting, Scratch started getting annoyed with him again. Not that Alan actually intended to.

„Come on, champ! That’s all you got? Well hopefully your ass can make up for this. Get on the fucking bed, do I have to spell it out for you, huh?!“

The Harold’s hand was back in Alan’s short hair, mockingly yanking his head back and forth, to inflict as much pain as possible.

„Agh, please no! I will do anything, I’m sorry!“, Alan whined, hearing Scratch chuckle deeply and feeling him let go of his hair with a hard, punishing slam against the back of the writers head.

„You lack discipline….“

Scratch couldn’t believe the other man was like this even when being touched by darkness. He acted all annoyed by it but in reality Scratch got off on his pleads and whines almost as much as Alan stroking his ego.

The possessed author crawled onto the bed, offering himself to the Harold with his burning red face in the pillows and his ass arched up as high as he was capable of doing, even wiggling a little to Scratch’s amusement.

„That’s it, buddy. Now this is probably gonna hurt a little, but you can take it, right? You gonna make me proud and take all of it.“, Scratch smiled, grabbing Alans cheeks and spreading them with a guttural growl of pure possession leaving his throat.

„Please Mister Scratch, I want to make you cum.“ A meek voice begged from below, shaking and whining at the Harold squeezing and toying with his ass.

Scratch was having a mean streak as it seemed, when he started pushing his spit soaked erection in the unprepared hole in front of him, with the guidance of his thumb.

„Uhn...I-…Fuck-! Scratch I can’t!“ Alan groaned, tears already forming at the corner of his eyes.

„Too bad, I don’t care. I want you as tight as possible and you are going to obey, aren’t you, Wake?“

Big hands, Alan recognized as an identical copy of his own, clawed at this hips, while the cock of his doppelgänger was pressing further into the tight hole, that put up a resistance Scratch seemed to like, judging by his openmouthed pants and moans.

The champion of light bit down on the pillow below, until the man behind him finally was balls deep inside of him. Alan couldn’t tell anymore if it was pleasure or pain he felt, but it didn’t matter, he just needed to take it.

Without any sign of warning, Scratch pulled out entirely, before slamming back in again repeatedly, his hips clapping against Alan’s ass over and over again.

Wake was screaming into the pillow at this, but the screams quickly turned into pleasured moans, when Scratch found the spot, that would turn Alan’s brain into goo completely.

„More-Hah! Please more! Please Scratch!“ Alan whined, spreading his legs wider, inviting Scratch to fuck into him even deeper.

„Fucking whore. You are supposed to be the champion of light? What a joke.“ Scratch empathized his words by harsh slaps to Alan’s ass, who rewarded the Harold with more of his embarrassingly stuttered moans.

Scratch’s hands found their place on Alan’s slim waist, pulling him back violently onto his dick in rhythm with his thrusts.

„Fuck, I’m gonna cum, please let me come, Mister Scratch.“, the author begged with an already hoarse voice, his eyes rolling back in an instant, because Scratch grabbed him like a toy, shifting the authors weight, so he was basically sitting in the other man’s lap, while he was guiding his hips up and down on Scratch’s weeping cock in a rough pace.

„You are pathetic, coming from me using you like that.“

Before Scratch even finished his sentence, Wake bucked his hips up, his dick twitching with every pump of his orgasm, a high pitched whimper breaking in his throat along with it. Scratch was fucking him through every single wave, wrapping his arms around the author and filling him up while he did so.

Alan was wrecked at this point, his insides ached as Scratch pulled out of him without any kind of carefulness, dropping the writer on the bed like a used cum rag.

Wake was too tired, his mind too foggy to even move out of the bed now. He could feel Scratch’s weight leave the bed, and heard him rummaging through his stuff.

„Now Alan….“, Scratch approached him with one of his knives in hand.

„Lights off.“

The darkness swallowed him whole once again, he wouldn’t remember this loop.