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The Incubus [MXM]

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The Court

I was tired and pissed and hungry all at the same time. The man was still carrying me, still holding onto me tightly. I could hear the clicking of his boots on the stone floor of the strange old castle that we were in.

Maybe he really was a vampire.

"Put me down," I whispered and wiggled a little bit, "let me go."

"Be quiet," he commanded and I frowned.

"Fuck you," I swallowed hard. The hunger was getting intense.

"Quiet."

I fell into silence with nothing else to say. My legs swayed with each step as I folded my arms across me chest. I wasn't sure about how I felt about being carried like I was helpless.

The vampire kicked open a door unceremoniously. Inside was a small lounge with red silk curtains and matching carpets. On one of the large chairs beside the fire was a blond man with slightly long hair and deep blue eyes.

He looked a bit surprised at the sight of us.

"What is an incubus doing in here?" He asked and rose from his seat. My kidnapper dragged me over to him.

"He's not just an incubus," the man said flatly as the blond guy peered down at me. I pursed my lips and glared at both of them. "Open your mouth."

I frowned and turned my face away defiantly.

"Open," he demanded and I felt the urge to obey, but I suppressed it. The vampire got fed up quickly and squeezed my cheeks until I was forced to open up.

The other man looked down.

"Wait... but that- He's not actually an incubus then, is he?" He seemed baffled at this information as he stared up at The Asshole.

I gasped when he placed a hand on my crotch and palmed me. Much to my dismay, I could feel shocks of arousal and pleasure ricochet up my spine. The blond guy exhaled hard and stumbled back a bit.

"Wow, fuck that's strong. He's definitely an incubus," he breathed and stared down at me with wide eyes.

"But the fangs," my kidnapper reminded him.

The man plopped down on the chair again. I was dropped on the ground like a sack of potatoes as the jerk sat across from him.

"Did you ask him what he is?"

"He didn't even know he wasn't human."

"That's... kind of fucked up. I thought incubi stuck together," the blond one furrowed his brow.

"Just help me figure out what to do with him."

"Tell me what happened. From the beginning," he said. I swallowed hard and slowly began to slide backward and to the door.

"I found him. He bit me. I bit him back. The fangs came out. I brought him here," my assailant shrugged as I steadily crawled back to the door.

The blond guy blinked at him like he was an idiot.

"You fucking sired an incubus, Declan," he dead panned. So now I knew his name. That didn't stop me from creeping out of the room and into the hallway.

"But that's- not possible. I've bitten Incubi before and haven't sired them," his tone was sharp and tight. I was very close to freedom. Sort of.

"Well obviously this isn't a typical case- and he might have gotten your blood in his system when he bit you. We need to call the Court into session and discuss what to do with him. There's something- something more there. Even an incubus that's going through the change shouldn't have pheromones that strong," the blond one said grimly.

Then a sly smirk slid across Declan's face as he leaned forward and I rose to my feet in the hallway, "well he thinks he's escaping me right now. But that's just going to get him in trouble.

My stomach dropped.

He turned his gaze on me, the other man did too.

I bolted without another thought.




It was dark. It was cramped. My lungs burned. So did my legs.

The corridor was pitch black. So black. Why weren't there any lights?

My legs pumped harder as I ran as hard as I could. My body was fueled on pure adrenaline at this point. I knew that the moment I stopped I would collapse but that didn't matter right now. All that mattered was that I escape. Get help. And never see him again.

I flinched and bit down on my lower lip when I heard a crash behind me. Was he going to catch me? Was I fast enough?

I leveled my thoughts with a sharp exhale. I had been kidnapped by people who thought they were vampires. They knocked me out and brought me to a creepy old castle. I was now being held captive and also running for my life. So at least I wasn't cr-

I released a muffled scream when my foot caught and I tumbled down.

And down.

And down.

By the time I toppled off the last step my body was so sore that I could hardly move. But I did. I used the post and dragged my body off the ground. I couldn't let them catch me. I was going to die here. I was afraid that they were going to kill me.

Tears pricked the corners of my eyes. I tried to make them go away but I was feeling so completely hopeless and in pain that my body wanted to give up. It wanted to crumple and let them find me. Let them hurt me.

But I was scared of that. I didn't want to get hurt. I just wanted to go home.

I tried running but I didn't have the energy left. Instead I tried to jog and walk and limp all at the same time. A huge set of double doors lay before me. I wrapped my hands around the ornate handles but they were heavy. The doors were too heavy for me to open. I pulled and tugged and pushed but nothing moved them.

The tears brimmed over; bursting from my eyes as I released a helpless cry. And then arms wrapped around my waist. I flinched and sobbed as I crumpled against them with no more energy left in my tired limbs.

"Caught you," It didn't feel like Declan at all. The torso had muscle but it was lean and flexible; much like that of a horseback rider. It was the blond man.

My hands were still glued to the handles. I didn't want to release them.

"Come on, sweetheart, let go. We don't want to make Declan angry do we?" He murmured and pressed gentle open mouthed kisses against my neck. I couldn't stop my sobbing as I squirmed against him and he squeezed me tighter to stop me.

"F-fuck you," I whimpered as his hand slid around my throat and he stroked the skin gently.

"Mm, just relax. Let it all go," he cooed and kissed right below my ear. My body was burning up, the touching was too much. I had never felt so sensitive. "You smell so good, I might have to have a taste of my own."

I tensed and dug my nails into his hand when fangs pierced my neck. It wasn't as painful as before considering that he went in slowly and softly. I whimpered and clenched my jaw as he suckled.

"Please," I sobbed as my knees locked together, "Please, you're hurting me."

He responded simply by caressing my lower abdomen to soothe me and the sensation made me moan without control. This wasn't me. It wasn't. It had to be what they were talking about before. The- the pheromones or something.

I. Was. Not. Gay.

I wasn't.

But- oh god, his warm mouth on my neck. The long sweeping motions of his tongue. There was no denying what it was doing to my body.

Then his mouth was yanked away from me.

"Laurent, you're making him stink up the place. I could smell him from miles away," a new voice said. Laurent huffed but didn't release me.

"Oww, did you have to pull my hair, Mal?" He groaned as a few slow tears rolled down my cheeks. I wiped them away quickly and dropped my head.

"Declan called the Court. Unfortunately, that includes you," he said flatly. "Oh, and bring the incubus too."




I was practically dumped on the floor for the second time upon entering into a spacious room with a wide rectangular table littered with maps and documents and pens. Five chairs were around it and in each was a man. The only two I recognized were Laurent- the blond one- and, ugh, Declan.

I was now convinced that they were all vampires. Or at least a creepy cult that believed they were vampires. I was too dazed and tired to do anything but lie in a crumpled ball on the hard floor.

And Declan began the meeting, "I'm sure all of you can smell the Incubus currently groveling on the floor. This is Noah and he's going through the Change."

A small man with skin just a shade too dark to be tan and dark brown hair narrowed his eyes at the other vampire.

"So it's just an incubus? We're here about an incubus? I've killed thousands of them. Why is this one any different?" He scowled, there were murmurs of agreement.

"Look a little bit closer. He smells different doesn't he? A little bit like blood and vampire?" Declan went on.

They seemed to mull over this.

"What are you getting at, Declan?" I recognized that voice- Mal, was it? That's what Laurent had called him.

"I'm getting at the point that I've accidentally... sired an incubus, one might say," he deadpanned and a grim silence settled around the room.

Another man sat up quickly. He had raven black hair and warm brown eyes.

"You- that's not possible. How? How could you do that?" He asked and I couldn't miss the heavy Irish accent.

Declan looked back at me. I was sure that I looked pitiful.

"Come here," he demanded and the urge to obey him almost brought me to tears but my body had taken too much of a beating in the past few hours. I could see it when he began to get annoyed but then the other vampire cut in again.

"I don't think he's in much a position of getting up. Laurent practically drank him unconscious in the entryway."

Declan turned a poisonous glare on the blond vampire. He only shrugged in response.

"Just smell him and tell me you don't want to have a taste of your own."

Everyone else glared at him.

Declan rose from his seat and walked over to me before scooping me up and sitting back down. I was too tired to fight now.

"Open your mouth, Noah," his voice was still harsh but less angry. I shook my head and turned my face away. He simply forced my mouth open like usual. Everyone peered over. I didn't like that they looked at me like a specimen in a science lab. There were mixed reactions.

"Fangs?" The small one remarked.

"So is he a vampire or an incubus?" Mal asked.

"When did this happen?" Inquired the Irishman.

Declan quieted them, "quiet, everyone. I'll answer everything as best as I can. First of all, yes, they're fangs and fully functional as far as I can tell. He's an incubus, no doubt it, you can all smell the pheromones. But I don't know how it happened. I've bitten incubi before and this hasn't happened."

They all started talking again. Asking more questions that I didn't hear. I was too focused on the steady drumming of Declan's heart. It was strong and deep and it was so relaxing that my heart nearly beat the same as his. I felt like jelly in his lap, at ease, comfortable. It was like his warmth was taking over my body and I was just... him. Like we were one person and one heartbeat.

I couldn't explain the instincts and urges that I had for this stranger. Instead of thinking about it too much, using fell asleep.

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