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I Surrender

It had been over a week since Demian’s night with Lyre.

The Incubus had been living for that time on the energy the God had given him, staying in his room at his apartment, not wanting to go out, even to feed. He had ached for days after- stretched wider by Lyre than he ever had been, but it was a blissful ache, one that reminded him of the exact sex he had wanted. He always liked it rough, hard, and the God had done just that.

It was only after ten days that Demian pushed himself up from his bed and moved to wash himself, staring at his reflection in the mirror. His skin was clammy- a sign that told him it was about time he fed and he was quick to wash before moving back to find some clothes.

Demian slipped into a pair of leather pants that clung so tightly to his legs they seemed moulded to his skin- showing off the perfect curves of his backside and his long, shapely legs. To top it off, he pulled on a pinstriped waistcoat that fit snugly around his slender frame, tying at the front with a thick, dark ribbon. Another look in the mirror confirmed that he looked the part and he headed for the door, not caring to bring a jacket to protect him from the cold of the evening. He was a demon- the cold bothered him so little compared to the burning desire for sex.

It was a short walk down to the local club, but he took a longer route to the one across town, not anxious to run into Lyre again. The God had made him feel like no one had before - utterly helpless and he found he couldn’t stop thinking about it. His pale skin still bore the bruises of their coupling- bruises that seemed as if they didn’t want to fade - as if Lyre had marked him.

There was an exceedingly long line outside the club, one that stretched around the block, but Demian sauntered right up to the bouncer, ignoring the cries of indignation from those waiting. He gave a sultry smile to the heavyset man, leaning hands upon his chest as he pressed against him, looking up into eyes covered by dark sunglasses.

“It’s far too cold for me to be waiting out here,” he said in a sexy tone, his charm instantly working the man over. Even after a few moments, he could feel the telltale signs of arousal against his leg and the thought made him chuckle softly.

“Go right in,” the bouncer breathed, gesturing weakly to the doors, trying to resist sliding his hand over the Incubus’s firm buttocks. Demian gifted him with another sexy smile and then turned, pushing open the doors. He was instantly greeted by a wave of heat and the dull thudding of the heavy baseline. He didn’t have to push through the crowd of sweaty bodies to get to the bar- they seemed to move for him, stepping aside to let him advance easily.

He ordered a drink and moved to the corner of the club where the music was darker and there were booths that had curtains that pulled around them to give people some privacy. It only took a little charm to get two men in the corner booth to give up their seats and he slid onto the softness of the chair, glad to have a place from which he could eye up his next victim.

Demian slid one leg over the other, leaning back against the padding of the seat as his violet eyes wandered the population of the club, looking for a potential man to sleep with. The talent was sparse that night. The men were attractive, but they were nothing compared to what he was after. Someone tall...dark...domineering and...

The Incubus shook his head, trying to push Lyre from his mind, turning to look down into his drink with a frown. He was so lost in thought that he didn’t notice a figure before the table before it was too late and the man slid into the booth opposite him, startling him out of his reverie.

“Hello Demian.”

Violet eyes darkened as the Incubus recognized the man sitting opposite him- a tall and fair haired demon by the name of Alexis. Demian had known him for a long time and he hated him intensely. Alexis had always fought to be better than the other Incubus, working to be sexier, to rack up a higher number of victims, but he had never been able to win. Demian found that men preferred his smaller stature, the silkiness of his hair, the sultry look in his eye. Incubi were born to be attractive, but Alexis had his faults while Demian had none.

“What do you want?” Demian asked, a sense of discomfort passing over him. Incubi rarely went out of their way to be in each others presence, seeing each demon as a rival they had to fight against.

“I heard a little story,” Alexis answered, leaning closer, “A little birdie told me you had an interesting encounter last week...with a God.”

The silver haired Incubi frowned, taking a sip of his drink and turning away from the other. It seemed Alexis had heard everything and was there to gloat, but he wasn’t in the mood. He turned his attention back to the crowd around the bar, spotting a tall, sandy haired man with a hard, muscular body. His jeans were tight; showing off his firm backside and powerful legs and his t shirt was stretched over the strong muscles of his chest and arms. Demian licked his lips, wondering what it would be like to be beneath him, to feel the strong arms envelop him.

“What do you want?” the Incubus asked again finally, turning his attention back to Alexis who sat watching him with a cruel look in his eye. “Are you just here to gloat? Or is there something else?”

“Just here for a laugh.” The blond’s smile widened. “I heard he got you good. Treated you like his little bitch because he was impervious to your charms. What did you do for him? Shake your ass until he just couldn’t resist throwing you down?”

“Shut up!” Demian growled, slamming his empty glass down onto the table so hard that it almost broke. He leaned hands on the table top and shifted forward so he could look the other Incubus in the eye. “You seek me out...you disrupt me when I’m looking to feed, just to make fun of me? I couldn’t even count the amount of times you’ve acted like a fucking idiot, shamed our species. Something happened to me once-something beyond my control and you come here to poke fun at me. Well I’ve got news for you,” A dangerous look came over the smaller Incubus, one that was so clearly evident in his narrowed eyes, “The next time you pull any stupid little stunt, I won’t be visiting you with vicious words...it’ll be a knife through your blackened heart!”

The Incubus bared his teeth with a sharp hiss, before rising to his feet. He wouldn’t stay and be insulted, not when he was in desperate need of a good fuck and a good feed. He was angry- so angry with himself for pining over Lyre like a goddamn human and angry at the fact that the news had gotten around so quickly. How had anyone known? He felt sure Lyre wouldn’t be in contact with anyone from his circles, which meant that someone had been watching him, someone who had already known what the man was.

Demian was so angry he didn’t notice that he had wandered upstairs to where there were a number of darkened rooms that overlooked the club. He stood on the metal walkway; listening to the distinct sounds of moans that came from the rooms and feeling his cock begin to harden within his pants. It wasn’t an easy task- the pants were sinfully tight and his cock began to ache terribly, begging to be set free.

It was then that he noticed the blond he’d seen at the bar, making his way up the steps to one of the rooms with a smaller brunette in tow. The brunette was only a little shorter in height, but his frame was much more willowy compared to the blond’s muscles. A smile crossed the Incubus’s lips as he moved to intercept them, batting long eyelashes as they approached.

“Hello there,” he began in a sultry tone, instantly forgetting his anger at the thought of a potential victim or two, “Where might you be going?”

“We were on our way to check out these rooms.” the blond replied, pulling the brunette against his body and smiling a sexy smile. “You’re a pretty, little thing aren’t you...perhaps you’d like to join us?”

Demian’s gaze moved to the brunette, half expecting him to have a look of anger, but there was only lust- deep, sinful lust.

He didn’t reply verbally, just moved closer to ghost the gentlest of touches over the big man’s crotch before taking a place at his side. Together, the trio moved down the walkway, stopping when they eventually found a vacant room.

Demian was the first one in and he moved to one side of the room, staring down through the glass that covered an entire wall to the club beneath them. From there, he had the perfect spot to look over the whole club, watching the dancers moving to the beat and the couples who were more interested in each other than the music.

By the time he turned back to the other two, the brunette was on his knees, sucking the blond’s substantial cock. He watched as the lips parted around the thickness, guided down its length by the hand in his hair, and then withdrew, letting it almost entirely leave his mouth. Both were entirely naked, their bodies heavily shadowed by the darkness in the room.

“What are you waiting for?” the blond asked, his gaze trailing lustily over Demian’s form. “Get your clothes off and join in.”

Demian complied, finding that it took a lot of wriggling to get out of his tight pants, but when he did so, it was a huge relief. His cock sprang free from its prison, unhindered by a total lack of underwear and he wrapped slender fingers around it, stroking himself slowly as he watched the two. Sure he was aroused, but his cock wasn’t as hard as it had been with Lyre. He doubted either of their lips would feel so good around him, that either of their lengths would fill him so completely.

By the time he had pulled off his clothes, both of them were staring at him, practically drooling at the sight of his pale, slender body. It was easy to get them to stop what they were doing and focus all their attention on him, kissing every part of his body their could find, running hands over his perfectly flat stomach and the curves of his ass while he stood, a look of irritation on his face. It felt good, but it wasn’t enough- none of it was enough.

“You’ve gotten me so hot, sweet thing,” the blond growled, pulling Demian against his body, “I can barely resist losing it already. Need to fuck you before I cum too soon.”

Demian nodded silently, letting the blond guide him down to the floor where he knelt on hands and knees, his head dropped forward so his hair slipped off one shoulder. One of them moved up behind him – he wasn’t sure which – and placed hands on his buttocks, pulling them apart just enough for the tongue that suddenly laved his entrance. It made him jerk suddenly, the softest of groans escaping his lips. The tongue pushed against him, slickening his insides in a shabby attempt at lubrication. He didn’t know why they bothered- he had been fucked enough times that it didn’t hurt at all when humans entered him. It had hurt with Lyre, but the God had been huge- bigger than he’d ever had before.

“I can’t wait any longer,” the blond groaned before hands suddenly grasped his hips and a blunt hardness pressed against him, the length still slick from the brunette’s saliva. He sunk in entirely, stopping only when Demian was fully impaled on his cock and panting ever so softly from the exertion.

The blond pulled out only to slam back in again and it was after a few thrusts that Demian became aware of the brunette, who had moved in front of him, stroking his own cock with slow, languid gestures.

“Suck my cock.” he demanded, trailing a thumb over Demian’s perfect lips. The Incubus complied, not really feeling in control as he slipped his lips around the man’s cock. It was what he had always had, over the centuries of victimising the humans – control. But in the one night with Lyre, his head had messed up and he wasn’t so sure if that was what he wanted. In the end, it had been utterly blissful to give over some of that control and let someone else guide the frenzy of their fucking.

He didn’t realize he’d stopped until the brunette grabbed a handful of his silky, silvery hair and tugged harshly, trying in desperation to get him to get back to work. It was then that Demian really saw red and he glared up at the brunette through darkened eyes, suddenly biting down with full strength on his cock.

The man gave an ear-piercing shriek, instantly pulling himself free of Demian’s mouth, staring with wide eyes down at the blood welling from his softening cock. The blond’s pace never faltered – he was too busy pounding Demian’s delightful ass as hard as he could to care about the other man. It was part of his charm. Demian could make human men care about him and only him with just a bat of his eyelashes.

“He bit me!” the brunette shrieked, backing away. He wrapped a hand around his bloodied cock in an attempt to stop the bleeding, but the fluid bubbled up between his fingers, spilling onto the carpet beneath him. “I’m outta here, man,” He continued, trying to get up, but finding that the Incubus’s potent poison was already in effect. It made his limbs feel heavy and his head feel light, just as it was supposed to do.

“Oh God, you are so sexy,” the blond grunted behind him, not even seeing what was going on with the other man. His strokes were faster and shorter, hammering over his prostate but not giving him the real pleasure he craved. For once in his life, Demian was bored during sex.

With a sigh, he reached back to grasp the blond’s thighs, halting his movements. “Stop.”

“What?!” the man growled, wrapping fingers around the Incubus’s slender wrists, yanking them from his body. “After getting this far, you want me to stop?”

Demian frowned. “Get out of me. Get out.”

“No way.” The man pushed him down so he sprawled on the thin carpet, his head turned towards the glass. He stared out at the people moving, dancing in the club down below as the blond re-entered him, shoving back in as hard as he could. It made him angry to think that this human thought he had the better of him, that he could force him to do anything. Demian utterly detested humans and only liked the fact that he had such power over them, at least the males of the species. The fact that the blond thought he had the upper hand was all wrong.

Demian reached back and dug fingernails sharply into the blond’s thigh, eliciting a roar of pain from the big man. It was easy then to get him to pull out, sprawling back onto the carpet as Demian rose to his knees before him.

“You’ll do as I tell you to, human,” the Incubus growled, finding that his erection had completely disappeared. “You humans are such disgusting creatures. Believing that you have all the power, when really, you have none.”

“What do you...?” the blond began as Demian moved closer, crawling over his body long enough to get a good position before he dove, sinking his teeth into the nearest patch of flesh. The man’s body tightened, the smallest of noises passing his lips and by the time Demian shifted backwards, the poison was already beginning to take effect.

The Incubus shifted to sit next to the glass as he waited for the poison to completely paralyse his victim, making for an easier feed. He thought about how he had gone out for sex and had ended up disappointed – none of it had been good enough. The humans had only ended up irritating him to no end, making him eager to finish them off, before the sex was even over.

“What’s wrong with me?” he asked himself, finally turning back to the two humans laid on the floor behind him.

When it was all over, Demian still wasn’t feeling any better. He just felt full after devouring both victims - full, yet empty inside. He still couldn’t keep his mind from Lyre, from the night they had spent together and the only time Demian hadn’t been in control. It was almost as if he craved that submission, the chance to be something different. An Incubus had such set parameters, no real purpose in life, drifting through their days feeding off humans that were like insects to them.

Demian sighed as he pulled his clothes back on, not looking back at the corpses as he left the room, slipping the door closed behind him. The humans were instantly forgotten.

The only thing he could think about as he walked home… was Lyre.

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