Heat Rating: Fire

Content Warnings: GLBT-homoerotica

Take the candy and accept the consequences...

"Do your balls feel weird?" Brody asked suddenly, frowning as he rubbed his crotch. Ethan opened his mouth to say no, but realized that wasn't true. His balls felt heavy, full, like he hadn't jerked off in a really long time. Which wasn't true, either. He stood up and shed his jacket, tugging at the collar of his T-shirt, suddenly too hot. Brody looked up at him, his face flushed, his eyes unnaturally dilated.

"Those funny candies," Ethan whispered, swallowing hard. They were drugs. "We have to get to a hospital."

"And tell them what, that we mistook crystal meth for SweetTarts? We'll go to jail."

"Well, I can't go home like this," Ethan said. "My parents will kill me!" He caught a flicker of movement out of the corner of his eye and turned as the weird kid in the cowboy costume walked toward them, a smirk on his face. "You," Ethan said, stepping toward him. "You did this. What did you give us?"

"I warned you," the kid said. "You took the bag and must now suffer the consequences."

"Fuck you, you little shit," Brody said, surging to his feet. "I'm going to kick your ass—Oh, fuck!" He stumbled back into Ethan as the kid suddenly burst into flames. Ethan glanced around like he expected to find a hose or fire extinguisher nearby. After only a moment, however, the flames went out and standing where the kid had been was a seven foot tall guy in a demon costume.

"You should take that show to Vegas," Brody said, still sounding a little shaken up. The demon stepped toward them, clawed animal feet digging into the ground. He looked so fucking real. Coal black skin with slight silver speckling on his chest and stomach, wearing only a tattered piece of cloth wrapped around his waist, heavy, curled ram's horns, clawed hands, gleaming silver eyes, and a long, silver-spotted tail—Hollywood caliber special effects. His heart pounding, Ethan looked around for the cameras. That was all he needed, to end up on YouTube, the butt of some joke.

Ethan gasped, grabbing at the crotch of his jeans, the heavy denim suddenly too tight. He glanced over at Brody, who was adjusting his own hard-on. Ethan looked back at the demon.

"What the fuck did you do to us?"

"It's just a little herbal stimulant," the demon said, "to ensure your cooperation."

"Our cooperation?" Brody asked. "What are you doing, shooting a porn flick?"

"C'mon, Brody, let's get out of here," Ethan said, grabbing his arm and turning away from the demon guy. They stopped dead as the demon appeared in front of them, popping out of thin air. "This isn't fucking happening," Ethan whispered.

"These are the consequences of your actions," the demon said. "If you do not cooperate, the stimulant can cause irreparable damage, including sterility, impotence, and incontinence."

"Fuck!" Brody said.

"What do you want?" Ethan asked.

"I want to be entertained," the demon said.

"So go to a movie," Brody said. Ethan elbowed him in the ribs to try and shut him up. This was all his fault. Did he really want to make it worse?

"Entertained how?" Ethan asked.

The demon motioned to the mausoleum.

"There are condoms and lubricant in the bottom of the sack."