Don't Touch Me!

 His body tensed, his jaw clenched and his fist did the same, hurting the palm of his hands with his own sharp claws. 

That girl was hugging him again.

Normally Black Hat managed to avoid her with ease, but sometimes she was able to trap him in her strong arms. 

Demencia giggled happily, hearts in her eyes, drooling like a maniac, like one of those rabid racoons that she liked so much. 

He growled at her, menacingly, but Demencia ignored him, hugging him more tightly. 

Black Hat HATED to be touched without permission and very few had that privilege, Demencia wasn’t one of them.

He had warned her many times no to do so, to NOT touch him, but she was defiant and dumb. To obsess with him to listen to his warnings. 

Black Hat was breathing heavily, like a cornered animal. He wasn’t scared of her precisely, but her actions made him feel uncomfortable, uneasy and...Dirty. 

She was dirty, he was dirty, the whole situation felt dirty. 

That unwanted physical contact felt disgusting and like a threat. 

Maybe it was stupid for him to feel that way, he was way stronger than her. He could throw her to the other side of the room, he could kill her or, simply, disappear in a poof of smoke. 

But his body was paralyzed with the disgusting feelings, her warmth, her smell, her excited breathing... It made him feel dizzy and nauseous. 

It felt like he was prey and she had captured him, the hunting was successful and, now, he was going to be eaten. 

She got closer to his face, her eyes closed, ready to kiss him...

Suddenly Demencia fell to the floor like a sack of potatoes.

Flug was at the door behind her, weapon in hand, he had shot her in the back. 

Black Hat sighed in relief, his body relaxed immediately. 

“Doctor~” he smiled. 

“Are you ok?” Flug asked, moving Demencia’s body away with his foot. 

“I’m fine” he nodded. 

“Good...” Flug reached to his boss’s face, but stopped mid way “Can I?”

“Please do”.

Flug caressed his cheeks, trying to comfort him. 

Black Hat purred like a kitten, closing his eye in delight. 

“You sure you’re ok?”

“Yes, I just... I couldn’t move, I don’t know why, she’s weaker, she... It was only a couple of seconds, but it felt like eternity”

“I know, but it’s ok now” Flug smiled “Can I?”

“I love that you always ask” Black Hat smiled and nodded. 

Flug kissed him and Black Hat wished for that feeling to last an eternity too. 

31- Free Space (Beloved):

He had never loved before, he had never been loved before.

It was true that he had followers, worshipers who professed him love and devotion, but it wasn’t the same. Black Hat knew that mortals see him as an object, something to desire, fear, use...

He had never been seen as a person, not even by himself. That ancient creature saw himself as a thing, no one ever had ever worried for his feelings and, with time, he forgot that he even had them. 

He had been created with a purpose and he fulfilled it, diligently. He had power, status. That was what gave him value, with that he assured to be irreplaceable, after all it’s easy to replace objects when they aren’t useful anymore, so Black Hat was in constant pursuit of power, of expanding his evil for the universe, through different worlds, just as it had been ask of him in the beginning of his existence. 

And like that he lived for a long time, bitter and melancholic, yearning for things he didn’t understand because they had never taught him how, he didn’t know how to enjoy life, the things he did, the simple and fleeting things.

His heart had gone cold long ago, and if asked, he claimed he didn't have one in the first place, but he did and secretly he wished for company.

One day that man came, literally, from the sky. 

It had been difficult in the beginning, learning how to love and being loved. He tried to hate him and to make Flug hate him too, he treat him with cruelty, like a thing, just how he was used to be treated, but it was for nothing, Flug didn’t quit in his attempts to get close, to give him affection, to treat him as a person and not only as the monster who tormented him every day.

Flug made an effort to understand him and, little by little, he broke the barriers that that creature had imposed on himself, he melted his cold heart and made him all his. 

Black Hat had had many lovers, an infinity of encounters, but the truth was that no one had made love to him, it was all raw sex, pure lust with no meaning. 

With Flug was different, he felt his whole being tremble, when he touched him it wasn’t just sex, in his arms he felt safe and loved, for the first time his world was warm and soft and there was a little bit of pain, an uncertainty, strange feelings that gave them the butterflies.

However, Black Hat was still Black Hat, all that love and warmth were only for Flug, there wasn’t more room in his heart, only him and no other.

He was his destiny, his dream come true...

“Happy birthday, Jefecito” he smiled, bouth in bed, bodies still entangled and heavy breathing. 

Black Hat didn’t answer him for a few moments, just looked at him, he loved him so much and rarely said it to him. He had changed him and made him feel bliss, Flug didn’t know how special he was. 

“You are my everything...” he whispered, barely audible “What I’m going to do when you are gone? Is cruel to make me feel for you”. 

“Black Hat...” Flug was going to complain, but Black Hat interrupted him, squeezing his intertwined hands with force. 

“I love you, I know I never say it, but it’s the truth” he moved, uncomfortable with himself, he hated saying things like that, but there in his arms it simply felt adequate.

“I know” Flug caressed his face, patiently, he knew that it was difficult for him “I love you too and I also don’t say it enough isn't it?”

“Is not necessary” he smiled slightly.

“No it 's not”.

They stay quiet for a while,  comfortable with one another, with no need for more words. 

Black Hat looked at the clock, Halloween had ended, it was November 1.

“Happy Anniversary, Doctor~”.

30- Teeth:

Black Hat knows about his charm. He 's proud of it. He likes the mortals' attention, so easy to tempt, a smile, a glance, a graceful gesture, a sutil hip movement and they are at his feet like worshipers to a god.  

Flug, always insecure, is deeply jealous. Is not that he doesn't trust him, more like he doesn't trust others. There's always someone who dares to touch him without permission, professing their desire and adoration like it is nothing, meanwhile Black Hat smiles with vanity and delight. 

But Flug has his ways to mark what belongs to him, to make Black Hat remember to whom he belongs to. 

You see, the deceptively sweet Dr Flug is not human, under that bag he hides a mouth full of fangs and those fangs are one of the few things that can break through the skin of that invulnerable being. 

The days that Black Hat chose to be specially flirty with his clients, Flug waits, patiently. He knows that his Jefecito does it on purpose, he likes to provoke jealousy on him. Flug doesn´t mind to please him.

Finally, when they are alone, the doctor approaches decisively and captures him on his arms, squeezing the slim figure with all the strength that he is capable of. Black Hat permits it, always smiling, holding on to his shoulders, eager and expectant, knowing what awaits him. 

The long black coat ends on the floor and the red silk shirt opens just enough to show his neck, Flug can feel it, the delicate veins under the skin, the heart of that creature beating a little bit faster. 

Flug takes off his bag, a cumbersome object for that kind of thing, gets close to his neck, speaking in a whisper.

“Who do you belong to? Jefecito” he asks, barely touching the skin with his lips.

“Oh~ I wonder the same. Why don´t you remind me?” He answers, provocative, tempting.

And Flug sinks his teeth, penetrates the skin, drinks the blood and leaves a mark that is going to last for days. 

Black Hat trembles in that delicious mixture of pain and pleasure, moans and clenches his teeth, drooling with delight . Claws at his shoulders, leaving his own mark.

“Whose are you?” he asked again, barely moving away to speak.

“Yours~”.

“You like me to remind you of it. Don´t you?”

“Certainly” Black Hat smiles “You should do it more often” 

29- Death:

One day Flug will die, maybe peacefully in the same room that he has shared with Black Hat for years, maybe in some horrible way in some accident or in the hands of his enemies, but inevitably he’ll die.

That fateful day Black Hat will drown the world in his sorrow, his cries will bring a storm and his lament will be the echo of thunder. 

A flood of biblical proportions, until nothing is left, only him in his sea of tears. He’s going to sink to the bottom, incapable of drowning, incapable of dying, willing to sleep for eternity, to dream with his doctor and wallow in fake bliss until the day he comes back, new and without memories. Other life in another world. 

Black Hat will go to look for him, uncertain if he’s going to be his again, and the cycle will repeat, they’ll love each other and Black Hat will suffer his death, drowning that new world in his sorrow and he'll sleep again until next time.

It will become a thing of legend, his love for him, his cries and eternal lament, repeating over and over again, forever and ever. 

28- Magic:

Flug put his hand inside the top hat and took out a fluffy white bunny.

“This is ridiculous, you have seen real magic, Flug. Why do you like this? I can teach you magic if you want”.

“This is not magic” the scientist rolled his eyes “Is prestidigitation, involves art, and science and...”.

“Ok, ok I understand” he laughed “Nerd”.

“Black Hat” he sigh “Just let me be ok? Why do you stay to watch if you don’t like it?”

“Is my hat that you are using”.

“There wasn’t any other”.

“Buy one, you tacky mage”.

“You are in a bad mood, don’t you?”

“I’m hungry” he crossed his arms “And I invited you to dinner, but you are too busy with your magic for babies”.

“So, what bothers you is that I occupy my time in something that is not you” he also crossed his arms, without letting go of the poor animal.

“No” he denied, evading his glance, it seemed that the doctor had guessed correctly.

“Black Hat!” Flug couldn’t help but laugh “Ok, let's go to dinner. Happy?”.

"Let's have rabbit for dinner," he savored maliciously.

Flug looked at the fluffy, adorable, creature that he holded by the ears and smiled.

“Ok”.

27- Horror :

There was blood everywhere, on the floor, in the walls, in his hands, in his clothes, in his mouth...

It tasted like metal...It tasted delicious.

He couldn't control himself, that man made him angry, a weird thing in him to get really angry and lose control, but it happened sometimes. It was then when he left his instincts and that curse of his take control.

Flug spat out a mass of flesh and cartilage too tough to chew and searched with his hands, eager, for the softer parts. The soft muscles, the tender entrails...

Oh, he couldn’t think at all! He just wanted to devour and lost himself in it! Every bite was a step closer to losing his sanity, his mind, what made Flug, Flug. 

Black Hat watched him from the shadows, what his scientist actually was, was no secret for him, he liked the butchery, but still...

“Flug” he called, firmly. 

The doctor didn’t answer, only growled softly, taking more chunks of human flesh into his mouth, devouring avidly.

Black Hat sigh, annoyed and slightly worried, he had seen that happen before, it was never easy to snap the other out of his trance, he feared that one day he wouldn't come back from it. 

He took a step closer and Flug backed away, draggin his prey like an animal. He took another step and this time Flug let go of the corpse and backed away even further, apparently scared of the other.

He saw him as a bigger predator maybe?

Black Hat just got closer, ignoring everything else, and hugged him. Both on the floor full of blood and guts. He held him tight and caressed his back, soft and sweet.

“Come back to me, Doctor~”.

That sounded like a plea, there was pain in the coarse voice. Flug’s mind came back to reality with violence and with a bang, like a plane crashing. So he cried hard, scared like a little kid and held onto the other, hiding his face covered in blood against his chest, staining the elegant clothes.

“I- I’m sorry” he cried.

“It doesn’t matter, you are back, that's what matters”.

Black Hat kissed his forehead and his cheeks and his whole face marked with old scars and landed in his lips, cleaning the blood with pleasure.

“Better?”.

Flug smiled slightly, his mouth full of fangs.

“Better”.

He cuddled in his arms and cried in silence, he was back from that abbys, he felt safe. Ironic isn't it? The abyss of his mind is more terrifying for Flug than the arms of that beast of cold darkness. 

26- Poison:

Poison! Those feelings were poison! They make them soft and weak! They bring with them a sweet agony! 

When he looked at him he felt like dying, he was so blissful that it hurt, his withered heart accelerated, his body light and his mind in the clouds. 

Flug had poisoned him with love and sweetness, with care and affection.

He had him eating from his hand, docil like a kitten. Oh how terrified he felt sometimes! Long were the nights when he doubted him, of his intentions, of how much he loved him, of how genuine he was.

He feared that he was being used, he feared that this intelligent and strategic doctor had been able of manipulate him, he feared that he make him love him with the purpose of obtaining power and the opportunity of using him at his will. 

Any other would have taken such an opportunity. Isn't it? The powerful Black Hat tied with chains, incapable of denying anything because his heart and his whole being was prisoner of feelings that he never felt before and didn’t know how to manage. 

But Flug wasn’t like that, he treated him well even when he didn’t deserve it, he never had taken advantage of his weakness for him, although he could, Black Hat wasn't going to stop him if he ever tried.

In those long nights of doubt he watched the other sleep, peaceful, always searching for him, wanting a hug. 

Black Hat saw him beautiful in that tranquility, in that fake innocence. There was darkness in his doctor and he liked that, every day that love poisoned him more and more.

It was fine, if some day Flug wanted to make him his slave or something like that, it was fine. He deserved suffering anyways, just for being him.

“Whatever makes you happy, Doctor~” he whispered, brushing the red locks away from the sleeping face.

25- Kiss (they weren't husbands here yet) :

His first kiss hadn't been pleasant, his kind didn’t understand subtlety for that kind of thing and, maybe, it shouldn't bother him, but it did, as everything outside his control did. 

They didn’t ask for his consent and that intrusive tongue disgusted him.

Black Hat hated kissing. 

For that matter, he hated physical contact in general, he didn’t mind having sex ones in a while, hedonistic creature that he was, but it wasn’t one of his priorities, he had better things to do.

No one lasted in his hands anyway, he had the bad habit of eating their heads like a praying mantis once everything was finished. 

He always avoided being kissed, his first experiencia left him, literally, with a bad taste in his mouth. Isn't it?

Then why? Why he hadn’t an instant of doubt? What was so special about that dull mortal, that he not only worried about his life, but also made him cross his own personal boundaries?

Flug almost drown, his stupid experimental ship crashed into the ocean and the demon didn’t hesitate a moment to pull him out of the water and “kiss” him, giving him new air.

His lips tasted somewhere between sweet and salty, sweet from eating too much candy and salty because he'd gotten him from the ocean, but they weren't smooth, because the doctor had a bad habit of biting himself and always split them.

The demon watched him sit up and cough up water, all wet and pale. It was pathetic and fragile and yet...

“Are you ok?” he asked, impassive.

“Y-yes” Flug looked at him, surprised “I think so...” he touched his lips, meditative “You kissed me...”.

“I give you CPR” he corrected, crossing his arms.

They stayed in silence, both sitting in the sand. It was night in that solitary island only illuminated by the moon and stars, the sky and the sea merging beautifly. 

“Jefecito...”

“What do you want now?”

They didn’t look at each other, their glances fixed in the skies. 

“Can I kiss you?”.

“...Ok”.

24- Thorns/barbs:

In the mansion there was a secret garden. Black Hat had his own, twisted, version of gardening. He grew all kinds of carnivorous and poisonous plants. Ominous creatures who moved softly, feeding with blood and shadows instead of water and sun. 

Flug liked to sit in that garden to look at him, so handsome without his coat and his rolled up shirt, pampering his monstrous plants.

Beside him, next to the elegant garden furniture, was what seemed to be a rose bush, but looking closely, within the petals sharp teeth were hiding, but that wasn't the most dangerous part, their thorns were full of the most lethal of poisons. 

They were beautiful and terrifying flowers, they reminded the doctor of that husband of his. Beautiful, full of poison and horrors, but also had a frailty in him, a secret fragility that only Flug kwew. 

Flug caressed the petals carefully and the flower emitted a faint “chirp” like a purr or the noise of a little bird.

“Do you like them? Flug” the demon asked, garden scissors in one hand and a dead rat in the other, the plant's food. 

“They remind me of you” he smiled.

“... Idiot” Black Hat turned and went on with his business.

Flug held back his laugh, pretty sure that he made the other blush.

23- Broken (the poor bed is the true victim in this relationship):

Ups! The bed broke... Again.

“Maybe we should consider doing it in the floor, Jefecito”

Black Hat just smiles, pleased, and fixes the bed with a snap of his fingers.

“Lest continue, Doctor~”

If the bed had awareness it would have demanded its retirement long ago.

 

22- Fall / Pumpkins:

Black Hat taked Halloween really seriously and, of course, carving pumpkins was a part of that too.

He skillfully created the most horrible and unnerving faces and, with his magic, he gave them the illusion of life, real scares waiting for the unsuspecting.

However, and this hurt his pride, his husband was way better than him. He carved with a scalpel, skillful like no other and from that, without the necessity of magic and tricks, he created faces and drawings full of imagination and wander, the perfect contrast to the horrors created by Black Hat.

It wasn't that bad to lose, Black Hat could take pride in something else, and that was to grow the best pumpkins. Huge vegetables of shiny orange and with living vines able to strangle any mischievous kid approaching with a bat. 

“They are very good this year, Jefecito”

“This girl already ate three brats today” the demon smiled, patting the biggest pumpkin in the field. 

21-Vintage:

Basically, everything that Black Hat possessed was vintage, for not saying that they were antiques, certainly nothing was less than 20 years old. 

“You are also vintage, Doctor~”.

“W-what?”.

“How old are you? 30?”

“Uh...yeah”.

“Vintage”

“I feel old”.

“Just how I liked it~”

20- Green:

It was the last patch of green grass, the rest had taken the witter tone of autumn or was covered by colorful leaves. 
The grass was so soft and delicate and the lips of that demon so delicious, that Flug considered that something like it must be the Paradise.

19- Danger:

¡Oh she was in danger! ¡More than that! ¡She was dead! ¡Oh so dead! And still, death was a better option than the horrors in front of her, that horrible being made of darkness and nightmares, evil and rage incarnated. 
Miss Heed had committed a terrible mistake, she took something that didn't belong to her, she played with his feelings and his mind, she kissed him without permission and now she was going straight to Hell.
“Hahaha...” the laugh of Black Hat came to her ears, distorted and horrible “Hell?” he hissed, reading the mind of the pseudo heroine “Oh, my dear, I'm not going to give you that privilege, I'm going to incinerate your soul myself ando your agony is going to be eternal”.
Flug observed, free of drugs and confusion. He watched impassively the horrors, he watched in silence how he tortured her and consumed her in his darkness. He wondered if he was also in trouble, Black Hat had to be furious with him. Isn't it? And with good reason...
“Flug” the demon called, snapping him of his thoughts.
“Ah... J-jefecito” he didn't dare to look at him, so he looked at the ground “I-I'm so sorry is just...” 
“I know it's not your fault” he interrupted him and put his cold hands under the paper bag “Are you ok? She didn't do anything else. Did she? Because if she did I'm going to bring her back and punish her more severely” 
Flug looked at him, Black Hat seemed so furios and... Worried. 
“She just kissed me, Black Hat, I'm ok” he assured him.
“What a repugnant human, doing things without your consent” he caressed his cheeks “Daring to touch what is mine...” he let him go and looked the other way “Flug, you don't feel obligated to be with me. Don´t you?”
“What?” Flug laughed, nervous “Jefecito what are you saying? Of course not” he denied “How do you ask that?  We've been married for decades” he laughed again, incredulous before the insecurities of the other “Don't  think that ok?” 
Now it was Flug who caressed the others cheeks, making him purr, but those purrs stopped when the demon started to speak again. 
“If you are going to leave me, at least doit of your own will”.
“Black Hat...”.
“I know that I can't give you a family and all that, maybe a woman is better for you”.
“Black Hat...”.
“I mean, it's not like I can make you actually happy, I can't give you what makes mortals happy...” 
“Black Hat!” Flug shaked him “You make me really happy, stop it” he scolded him.
“Really?”.
“Really” he nodded “Let's just go home, please” he sighed,  exhausted “I want to go to OUR home, to OUR bed and sleep with MY husband, Ok?”. 
Black Hat smiled, happy, and nodded.
“Let's go home, Doctor~”

18- Coffee:

Most people think that Black Hat only drinks poisons and high quality alcohol. Maybe the most bitter and intense of coffees. It's mostly true, Black Hat hates sweets, certainly he prefers the bitterness and sourness that makes his tongue hurt. 

But, and this a secret that only Flug knows, Black Hat REALLY likes pumpkin spice latte. 

Every morning Flug has to go to the local coffee shop, which is obligated to serve this coffee all year round, and buys the sugary beverage for his bratty husband. He doesn't mind, he likes to see him smile when he takes a sip of that monstrosity of cream and spices. 

Black Hat never shares of course, but Flug always finds the right moment to clean the cream from his boss’s lips with a kiss. Certainly, bouth think, is the best flavor in the world. 

 

17- Mirror:

Flug looked at his reflection every morning. He hated it. He hated his reflection. He hated his face.

The red hair tried, vainly, to cover the scars. One long scar divided his face in a diagonal, here and there he had cuts and burns.

His eyes were peculiar, the sclera was completely black, the iris and pupil fused in a shining white. 

He was going to cover himself with that bag, like every day, so he didn't have to look at himself, but his boss stopped him, his cold hands holding him firmly. 

“Let me admire you a little longer, Doctor~”.

“I don't understand what you see in me” Flug lowered his eyes, embarrassed. 

“Your hair is like fire, your eyes are like stars in the emptiness of the cosmos, your scars tell a story” he said, his tone soft and courtly “I could look at you for hours”.

Flug looked at him and couldn’t contain his laughter, happy and with his cheeks as red as his hair.

“Ay, and you say you are not romantic” he trapped his husband in a possesive hug and kissed him avidly. 

Black Hat corresponded with an eager moan. 

“It's worth it to be so sometimes” he smiled. 

16- Halloween (BH likes to scare children but like in a “good” way):

Halloween is a special holiday in the mansion.

On the one hand it is the one day of the year when the boss is in his best mood, so the usual oppressive atmosphere relaxes quite a bit. 

On the other hand, it is the only day of the year when the doors of the mansion open and permit the visit of the neighborhood children.

It happens that there's nothing that Black Hat enjoys more than to give them a good scare, he doesn't want to traumatize them or harm them for real, he genuinely enjoys to play pranks on them, also there´s always the one for whom the experience guides them to have an interest in the occult and to follow the path of villainy. 

Black Hat and his doctor are a thing of legend in the neighborhood, many generations of kids have come and gone, telling stories about the best haunted mansion in town. 

Of course Black Hat takes it seriously, the preparations take at least two weeks.  

It is also, and only Flug knows this, that ancient creature's birthday. Black Hat has no interest in celebrating his birthday, but he lets Flug make him a cake and give him gifts simply because it makes him happy to do so, his doctor has always been like that, devoted and attentive. 

The kids come, scream with fear until they lose their voices, then go away with their bags and plastic pumpkins full of candy and can't sleep for days with the combination of adrenaline, fear and sugar. 

Black Hat laughs to himself for days and Flug looks at him with love, he likes that childish and mischievous side of his boss. 

There are still several days until Halloween, busy days in which they prepare all kinds of scares and decorate the already dark mansion which, ironically, becomes more cheerful. 

“What we are going to wear this year” asks to his boss while hanging bats to the ceiling, they look reald and, maybe, they are. 

“Mad Hatter” points to himself “March Hare '' points to Flug and smiles, not with malice but with childish mischief. 

Flug smiles back, loves to see him so happy and enthusiastic. 

15- Hair:

Black Hat hadn't noticed before, but the truth is that he has something for redheads, that color, from the amber of flames to the carmine of blood, fascinates him. 

Flug make him notice his preference, he loved to see him without that stupid bag and to be able to admire the red hair, soft and sweet scented. Fruity, a cheerful and slightly childish smell that went well with his doctor. 

Maybe, and Black Hat would never admit it out loud, more than having something for redheads, he had something for Flug specifically. But he was going to keep silent for pride and continue to bury his face in the abundant and scented hair until the end of their days together.