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Moving out of the house he had spent his entire marriage in, raised his son in, and spent a good portion of his life in had been hard on Sheriff Noah Stilinski. But he knew it was time. It had caught Stiles off guard when he had pitched the idea, telling his son that he was thinking of moving into a new house, one that wouldn't feel empty without either Stiles or his Claudia, the former having moved in with Derek and the latter having moved on to a better place years ago.
At first Stiles was hesitant, telling his father to wait and really think about it, but when Noah persisted, he finally gave in and offered to help look for houses. The first few houses the realtor showed them, Noah didn't care much for, sure they looked nice, but the inside just didn't feel like home to him.
As they turned down each house, Noah began to feel as if he would never find the one…until he did. It was a modest bungalow with a basement and a small upstairs attic storage area.
Stepping inside, Noah could feel an energy that the other homes didn't have. He felt welcomed…wanted inside the house and he enjoyed it. The front door opened up to a smaller foyer that gave way to a kitchen that had a bar countertop that overlooked the moderately sized living room and dining room. Off the living room there was a hallway that had a master bedroom with a small ensuite, and two guest rooms.
"It's perfect," he whispers before turning to Stiles who arches a brow at him.
"You haven't even seen the basement," his son smirks.
"Right this way," Samuel, the realtor smiles as he opens a door between off the foyer to reveal a set of stairs.
The basement was finished and furnished with a large couch, a fireplace, and a television that made the space more into a den area.
"Alright… I think you're right, it's perfect," Stiles nods to his father who smiles.
"So should I draw up the paperwork?" Samuel asks the sheriff who smiles as he nods.
As he takes one last look around the house that he has a plethora of memories in, Noah smiles and wipes the tear that slides down his cheek before turning and locking the door behind him.
They had moved the last of his things to the new house that morning and unpacked them…but now, leaving the key to his first home in the mailbox…it was a shock to his system, but not an unwelcome one.
Pulling out of the driveway, he turns and makes his way to his new house.
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It was small at first, small noises that he couldn't quite place, a tap or a knock that shouldn't have been made. Breezes that seemed to pass through him despite none of the windows or doors being open.
Over the weeks it became bigger things, the feeling of being watched anywhere in the house. Things missing from where he had set them only to turn up in an entirely different location. Fleeting glances of a shadow moving out of the corner of his eye.
And surprisingly it grew even more. There came a day when he watched as the door to his bedroom opened just as he reached for the handle, despite there being no one on the other side.
He had thought of going to Stiles but in the end he stopped himself. He knew werewolves were real so that meant that ghosts had the potential to exist too and if they did, he would deal with that…but at the moment nothing harmful or sinister had happened so he decided to put a pin in it.
His world turned on its head however not only four weeks later.
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Stepping out of the shower, Noah feels as though he is being watched. Steeling himself, he enters his bedroom where he falters as a phantom touch runs along his naked side.
Looking around he finds no one in the room with him and takes a breath. Grabbing a pair of boxers, he pulls them on and grabs his uniform pants and socks. Sitting on his bed, he pulls the socks up his legs before doing the same with the pants. Standing up, he once again feels something touch him, this time his chest and he tenses. Until now whatever presence had coincided in his home had never touched him, and he wasn't sure what to expect. Pulling on a t-shirt and his uniform button up he grabs his duty rig before going to the safe where he grabs his service weapon and secures it to his duty rig.
Heading downstairs he could swear he feels someone behind him, but he doesn't dare look over his shoulder. Surprisingly it's not fear he feels, it's more so uncertainty.
Stepping into the kitchen, he yelps as the unseen force pushes him against the counter, only to gasp in shock as something rubs against his backside.
"What…what the hell?" He asks into the empty room.
Instead of a reply, the force leaves him, and he is free to move away from the counter. He looks around but once again finds no one occupying the room with him. Shaking his head, he grabs a plate and quickly makes a bagel and eggs that he carries over to the table. As he sits down though, he sucks in a breath as his arms are pulled behind the chair. He struggles for a moment only to freeze as he watches the fork on his plate collect some of the eggs he made and float through the air. It pauses a few inches from his mouth and waits. With uncertainty, he opens his mouth and blushes as the utensil is placed in his mouth.
'I'm being fed by a ghost…that's a new one' he thinks with an internal scoff.
The unseen force continues to feed him until his plate is empty, at which point he thinks that he will be able to move…he is wrong.
No sooner had he taken his last bite and swallowed, the fork is put back, and the plate is pushed away.
"Ok…th-thank you," he says. "But I have to get to work now," he calls out to the house, feeling somewhat silly as he does.
He suddenly gasps as his uniform shirt is tugged open and his white t-shirt is lifted before the hem is trapped behind his neck.
Renewing his struggle he falters in his actions to break free as something scrapes against his nipples and he groans. The attention to his chest continues, the flesh is gently rubbed and his nipples pebble as they are scratched, plucked, and pinched by unseen hands.
His struggles lessen just as the button of his uniform pants is popped open, and his fly is unzipped before being pulled back to reveal a portion of his underwear.
He groans as an invisible hand slides down his groin to massage his crotch, hardening his cock through his underwear
"O-oh God," he moans, his eyes closing as pleasure consumes his mind
The touch moves further south to cup and roll his balls, drawing a whimper out of the sheriff as the pleasure continues to crackle and arc through his body.
"Pl…please," Noah finds himself begging. He doesn't even protest as his boots are untied and removed along with his socks. He remains silent as his pants are pulled down, even while knowing where this is leading.
The unseen force then relieves him of his boxers leaving him naked from the waist down. It isn't long however before his shirts are removed. Sitting in the dining room chair, completely naked and at the mercy of an invisible stranger…it sends shivers up and down Noah's spine, but he is surprised to come to the realization that it is more so interest and curiosity than fear.
Unseen fingers tease his nipples, drawing mewls out of him. Invisible hands stroke his cock, causing him to thrust upward to seek more friction. And then suddenly, he is being pulled to his feet. Before he can protest or even question what is happening, he is being led to the couch in the living room where he is eased forward with his chest resting against the front.
"I-" he begins only to yelp as a phantom hand smacks his ass. The unseen hand rubs the affected area for a moment before delivering another smack, this time earning a low moan from the sheriff who internally reflects on his discovered enjoyment for being spanked.
The process continues until he is brokenly sobbing. "Please…please… I'll do whatever you want," he exclaims, surrendering to whatever force is currently dominating him.
Just then a finger presses against his most intimate area, and he knows exactly what is going on but can't find it in himself to protest, instead he is shocked to find his hips rising to meet the intrusion.
As the phantom digit fully enters him, he moans and bows his head. One by one, more fingers are inserted inside of him, and all he can do is mewl and brokenly beg for more.
When he feels four fingers inside himself, they are taken out and something much thicker presses against his entrance, but doesn't move.
A moment passes and the anticipation begins to kill…letting out a whine, he presses back against it. "Do it, fuck me!” he exclaims.
As the unseen length enters him, he groans only to gasp as phantom hands curl along his neck and pull him until his back crashes against something he can't see.
"You're mine," a voice murmurs in his ear just as the thrusting begins, plunging into him and pulling out before doing it yet again, striking his prostate every time and drawing out wanton moans and pleas for more.
" I'm going to own you," the same disembodied voice all but purrs.
Noah hisses, unable to respond, as he thrusts his hips back onto the intruding length.
A laugh is heard as his prostate is continuously pummeled until he feels his toes curl, and he shoots his spend over the back of the couch.
The hand holding him lets go, and he collapses forward, his chest striking the furniture.
"Oh my god," Noah moans, the material of the sofa muffling his words. Pleasure continues to move through his body like an electric current, causing all of his senses to be kicked up to eleven.
A second later his phone appears in front of him, somehow unlocked and pulled up to Parrish's contact.
"Call him…tell him you're going to be out today." the disembodied voice commands.
Without fully knowing why, Noah nods and replies "Yes, Sir." The honorific feels right on his tongue and in response he hears a pleased hum. Tapping the call button, he takes a breath
" Hello?" Parrish's voice comes through.
"Hey Parrish," Noah begins before clearing his throat to work out the roughness in his tone. "I'm going to have to call in today… I'm feeling a little under the weather."
There is a pause before he hears the deputy hum. "Alright, well I'll hold down the fort, hope you feel better, Sir,"
"Thanks, Jordan, goodbye," he says before ending the call.
"Good boy," the voice says, the praise making Noah shiver and smile in pride.
Never had Noah thought he would ever allow another man to take him…let alone one he couldn't see, admittedly, the roughness of the unseen man awakened a desire in him, a craving for more…and he'd do whatever was asked of him to get more.
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From there the phantom stranger fucks him throughout the house, on the dinning room table, over the kitchen counter, against the window looking out into the backyard, on the stairs, his bedroom, the spirit always demanding more, and Noah never thinking to deny him anything.
Finally, Noah enters the bathroom and turns on the water. Stepping under the spray he hums as it cascades down his body, only to groan as something presses against him from behind and spreads him open. He feels the tongue and gasps as it rims him.
"Oh, yes!" He mewls. "Sir…more…please."
"Such a slut," the voice replies. The degrading insult normally would throw Noah into a fit but hearing it come from this unseen person who has claimed him and his body numerous times throughout the house…he can't argue the statement, instead he welcomes it.
"Yours," he breathes. "Your slut."
" That's right," the stranger hums. "You belong to me and only me, you obey me."
"Yes!" Noah cries as his cock, that has already volunteered so many loads of his seed, gives in a final belch of his spend, and he collapses against the shower wall.
Waking up, he finds himself completely naked, yet dry and surprisingly clean. Looking around he pauses when he notes a figure seen only in the mirror that faces his bed. It's a man, around Parrish's age, who smiles at him.
"Hey, slut." He says.
The voice resonates through Noah. Looking at the entity that has turned him from a man he figured would always be on top, would always be in charge in the bedroom, to one who just came more times at the touch of a man more times than he thinks he did at the hands of a woman, he smiles.
"Hi, Sir," he replies before pausing. "So…what now?"
The spirit smiles. "Now we set the rules, you can end this at any time you want…but you have to ask for it first," he explains. "Second, I meant it when I said you belong to me…your mind body and soul are mine to command, I tell you to do something, you do it, understand?"
"Yes, Sir," Noah nods, easily agreeing to the terms, and finding that it excites him.
"Good, now, as I said, your body belongs to me…meaning your pleasure belongs to me…you don't touch your cock or your hole without my permission, clear?"
"Yes," Noah nods
"Good," the spirit grins
"What's…what's your name," Noah asks suddenly.
"Caelum," the spirit replies.
Again, Noah nods, his gaze focused on the ground for a moment, only to suck in a breath when he feels a phantom hand lift his chin up. For a fraction of a second, Noah sees the image of the man directly in front of him before he blinks, and it's gone.
“This only happens if you want it, if you say no, nothing comes of this…but if you do… I can give you the most… interesting experience that you have ever had.”
Noah glances into the mirror, taking in the sight of himself. He notes the multiple bruises and hickies that mar his body. He is both surprised by the fact that a ghost was able to leave such marks…but also turned on that with these marks…he has essentially been claimed by the spirit. Taking a breath, he nods.
“I want this.”
“Good,” Caelum’s voice is against his ear, but he doesn't shiver, instead he relaxes into it. “Then hold on tight, because I'm going to rock your world like nothing you have ever seen before.