Lost in Lust
He was just hungry…
Nothing more.
Caine flipped his mane decorated with neon pink confetti streamers like hair. Mason rolled his eyes as the taller, tan-skinned man strutted into the club. The other guild members seemed too preoccupied with their teammates, not noticing the incubus in disguise. Caine let the jean jacket slide down his arms as he waltzed over to the counter.
Like always, all eyes were on him.
As the alcohol flowed, the incubus’ very thin inhibitions disappeared into a cloud of arousal and sensual dancing. Mason watched the man grab the metal pole and circle it like a shark. He swung around the pole as he dropped the jacket, revealing glowing metallic chain-like tattoos around his wrists. His legs split as he swung forward and flipped around the pole. His eyes hummed playfully with fuchsia colored lust; an aura flowed off of him that made everyone freeze. All patrons were captured in an alluring haze, except Mason.
Once he knew he had everyone ensnared, he walked up to a group of gentlemen. He approached the oldest man and grazed his fingers up the man’s sleeved arm. He chuckled as the man’s breath got caught in his throat. He could see the man’s eyes glazed over as redness crossed his features. Like a steamy fire that burned the tips of his ears. Before the man could speak, Caine sat on the man’s lap and pulled him into a potent kiss. His tongue slithered past his defenses skillfully as he swallowed the moans as the man’s body began to burn up. He leaned his forehead against the man’s as a pink flame like aura surrounded the two.
Caine began gyrating his hips, grinding his jeans against the man’s clothed crotch. The man gasped as Caine leaned into the man’s neck and mouthed the pulse point, almost feel the vein pound through his body like a wave. Caine hummed in relief as the man’s body trembled in overload. He could sense the man chasing the release on he could give; his hips moved faster. The man’s eyes locked onto Caine’s body as his hands reached for his hips. A knowing grin crossed the incubus’ face as his hands traced down the man’s chest and swirled his belt buckle. Caine quickly dropped the accessory to the ground when he felt something in his chest ache.
His eyes looked out past the sea of waiting morsels at the young hunter who sipped his soda casually, not paying attention, only giving passing glances before tuning the rest of the world out.
He doesn’t care? Why should he? I’m just…filling a craving.
Caine’s power waned as his needy movements slowed before stopping. The man was unwilling to stop, thrusting his body further to encourage the man. Caine’s eyes locked onto Mason; the way his short dark brown hair framed his young-looking face. His expression was always the same around Caine.
Pure indifference. Completely unfazed…
Caine’s gaze blurred everything else out, leaving only the young boy in his stare. The fuchsia haze of lust thinned into something warmer. Clouds of a pastel pink aura floated around the boy as Caine’s chest pounded wildly.
He was just hungry…
So why didn’t he snack like he usually would?
“Let’s go.” Caine threw his jacket back on as he crossed his arms. Mason looked confused before he shrugged and walked out the door
Once the two got home, Mason questioned him about the guy in the bar.
“He…wasn’t my type. Plus, I wasn’t that hungry anyways.” He looked off before allowing his demonic features to show. Mason looked skeptical but waved him good night and headed back to his bedroom.
Caine let his bat-like wings allow him to slowly float him onto the couch before finally thumping into the cushions. His hands laid behind his head as he seemed lost in his thoughts. Exhaustion soon took him under as his serpent like eyes closed, staring up at the ceiling.
However, his hunger remained.
The fuchsia haze filled the room as he slept, his skin burned a light pink as his body floated back up into the air. The clouds of haze surrounded him, drowning out every part of his surroundings.
He was just hungry…
But the guy was too needy?
Yeah, it’s not like he didn’t want to. He’s an incubus; his main job is to induce and feed on lust.
Caine didn’t hear the soft footsteps entering the living room. An ominous figure loomed in the doorway.
Caine’s face scrunched as his hands unconsciously moved to his heart. The soft pounds echoing his mind as he stayed lost in thought.
The figure crept closer, eyeing the sleeping incubus as he descended back onto the couch.
After all, it’s not like he’s—
Caine’s eyes snapped open to see Mason pinning his wrists down. His eyes glowed with an unnatural bright pink hue. Caine felt the boy’s face slam into his in a forceful, dominating kiss. Caine felt his own mouth latch onto the boy’s, not willing to release him just yet. Both boys finally broke for air before Mason began to take off the incubus’ tank top. Caine’s mind was in a frenzy, questions mixed with the primal urge to feed. He gasped as Mason began taking off his shirt, revealing the heat of his desire. Caine’s eyes locked onto the young man’s features, a stocky frame decorated with scars from battles with the supernatural. He marveled at the sight of the boy; his body was a definition of underestimate. Mason reached for Caine’s hands, guiding him to his chest before drifting towards the waistband of his pants.
The roar of hunger bellowed loudly in his mind as he slowly pulled his pants down, revealing his bare frame. The temptation was strong enough to lift both boys off the couch. Caine felt his own arousal brewing as he subconsciously thrusted against the boy’s behind.
Then he noticed the haze. It surrounded the two like a storm of unfulfilled desire; it poured from the boy’s ears, like puppet strings around a marionette. Caine’s eyes went wide as the same thoughts recurred in his mind.
He doesn’t know….
The boy guided Caine’s demon claws to his member. He trembled as Caine stroked slowly as the war in his mind grew.
Just feed, he’ll never know.
But it’s not right.
Mason readjusted himself to slowly pull Caine’s shorts down.
You’re hungry…
But—
Mason’s breath caressed the incubus’ hardness.
No!
The boy’s body froze before falling against Caine’s chest. Caine panicked before hearing the mutters of the boy sleeping. The haze disappeared, only leaving Caine in confusion.
It seemed like he laid awake for weeks, still holding onto Mason in all his undressed glory. Caine’s confusion was conflicted.
He never lost control like that and why was it so hard to just feed? Mason or anyone else, it didn’t matter, right?
Caine’s eyes closed for a brief second and when they reopened, he was somewhere different. No longer laying on the couch but standing somewhere familiar.
A younger boy hummed as he kicked his feet back in forth in the air, flipping through the pages of a book. Caine’s eyes widened; the same indigo hair, the same tanned skin.
It was him.
The door in front of him opened and in walked a figure from his past. The younger Caine bounced off his spot on the couch and hugged the figure. The two embraced, filling the room with a soft warmth that made the older incubus’ skin tingle. A wave pastel pink haze filled the room, engulfing the surroundings and figure, allowing the younger Caine to acknowledge his older self.
“Isn’t he great?!” His voice spoke up excitedly as his dark eyes glowed the same pastel pink as the haze around them.
The older man’s eyes locked onto the place where the figure stood, his ghost still haunting the incubus’ mind.
“I mean, it’s so different. Being around him. Like my chest is fluttering!” He watched the boy jump off the ground as he spoke, “Can you imagine having someone who does something like that to you?”
Mason’s face appeared in his mind, his cool demeanor sending a slight smirk across his face, “Yeah…I can.” He held his chest as he could feel the familiar sensation.
“I just never thought I’d be falling in love!” The boy held his hand to his face as he twisted one foot on the ground.
Caine’s face fell, remembering his first—He hated to think about it.
“You’re not falling in love. You just have a crush.”
The boy froze and looked at Caine, “What?”
“A crush, it’s when you find someone interesting, so your heart makes you think you love them. But trust me, it’ll fade.” It always does.
“No.” The boy crossed his arms before turning away, “I know what love feels like! Why is it so hard to accept that we found someone who loves us?”
“He doesn’t love you. He just loves the fake version of you, the one who hides every flaw about himself to seem presentable.” Tears welled up in Caine’s eyes as he spoke. Every word dripped with frustration, anger, and realization.
“No! He’ll love me if I share everything with him!” The boy wiped his eyes before running off into the haze as the clouds darkened into a murky red. Caine tried to follow after him but felt a claw on his shoulder.
“Leave him. He obviously forgets what he is.” Caine whipped his head around at the sound of his own voice. In front of him stood a near mirror image, with violent red hair and glowing eyes that lacked any emotion. “You’re right. We don’t fall in love with people, or more accurately: fall in love with food. All they do is help fill a craving.” The demon licked its claws dripping of a sweet-smelling liquid.
“That’s…not what I said.” Caine crossed his arms as he looked at the demon.
“Don’t deny it~ It’s part of our nature; a way to not be hungry.” The demon grinned before the red haze engulfed its body before revealing a younger version of Caine with shackles around his wrists and ankles. The illusion spoke, revealing the same red eyes,
“Because we know how much we hate being hungry.”
It spoke in a baby tone as the haze faded, revealing the demon’s true form.
“I’m not denying anything! Don’t put words in my mouth!” Caine froze, realizing how it sounded.
The demon only chuckled sweetly, “Oh, of course. Because we want something bigger instead, right~ Incubi don’t fall in love. We drug, we suck dry, and we move on. Why? Because there’s nothing to love, only a morsel waiting to be plated.” Caine’s hair frizzed in anger, his demonic horns revealing themselves as his eyes began glowing fuchsia.
“Oh, don’t be dramatic. You know I’m right, why would we want to waste time on a single cherry when a whole orchard awaits. There’s no need for attraction, or closeness, or any other bullshit. Just feed and leave.”
Caine’s claws sharpened as the demon’s words echoed through his head as the haze closed in. Caine coughed as the haze blurred everything, causing his chest to tighten in pain.
His eyes popped open to the morning light as he heard the sounds from the kitchen. Mason plated a breakfast and sat it down on the counter. Caine watched for a moment, before deciding to speak up.
“I’m sorry about last night… We didn’t do anything, just let my hunger get out of control.”
“Why didn’t you just feed off that guy from the bar?”
Caine paused before his nonchalant attitude returned, “Like I said, not my type.” He crossed his arms as he climbed over the couch, his tall stature still dwarfing the younger man.
Mason’s eyes narrowed at him before he sighed, “Yeah, well. Next time, if you need to feed, you can just use me.”
Caine’s eyes widened. He’s volunteering? He never seemed like the type.
“What? It’s better you feed off me than going on another feeding frenzy.” Mason shrugged as he walked towards the front door. He adjusted his hunter’s gear and left the apartment.
Caine stood shocked, Mason’s proposal echoing in his head along with a myriad of voices. The savory smell of breakfast sausage caught his nose; he picked up a fork and began eating. His head glanced back at the door, his chest fluttered as his fuchsia pupils lightened to pink.
