Incubus

Incubus

Flora Winters

I do not own Torchwood.

Summary: The team discovers that there are more things in heaven and earth, but does this creature belong in either? This story will contain male/male relationships, lots of vulgar language (just because I love using it), and a couple of original characters thrown in here and there just to spice things up. Have fun and enjoy the story, ya’ll.

Chapter Two

Jack realized that there was probably more than fifty-million ways for an incubus to infiltrate the Hub without them knowing until it was too damn late to do anything about it. The sexy demon was probably already in the place, watching him from the shadows as he drank his tea and twiddled his thumbs. Just the thought of that made him shiver with excitement. He couldn’t wait to see that beautiful beast again, knock him out, and lock his tight ass up in a cell. They would probably need to cover the holes with something first. Could you knock an incubus out? Oh, hell! He didn’t know. Shit! Well, it was very unlikely that Kain would attack him tonight anyway. In fact, it would be kind of stupid if he did.

He rolled over onto his side, caressing Ianto’s back with his fingers. He was snoring softly, dreaming of pink fuzzy bunnies serving tea to the queen in a field of green clovers. He made a sound in his sleep. The little fur balls were making it all wrong, too. Oh, they were such naughty little bunnies and needed to be punished. He began chasing them with a mallet of doom.

Jack snorted when Ianto chuckled in his sleep. What on earth was he dreaming about? He bet it was exciting whatever it was.

He suddenly frowned in the darkness. He missed being able to dream like a normal person. It was so hard to stay still in bed when you could never sleep. His mind was always racing in all directions, never resting for a moment. The only time he did rest was when he was killed. Oh, that was so sad.

“Jack,” a voice in the darkness whispered to him like scented moonflowers.

He kept perfectly still, keeping calm. Ianto was with him and he needed to protect him. Was someone really here? Was his imagination on crack?

“You lied to me, Abel” the voice cooed like cool running water across his face. “And you have a secret, too, Jack.”

Jack suddenly felt as though his body was falling from a great height at tremendous velocity. His eyes widened in shock as he gazed around. He was standing in the midst of a moonlit forest with silver mist dancing all around him. A glowing ball of light was dancing before his eyes, too. It was no bigger than a baseball.

“Where am I?” Jack asked, looking around, seeing shadows dancing in the fog.

“Come to me, Jack,” the smoky voice commanded with sultry charm. How could he refuse?

Am I dreaming, he asked himself? He didn’t dream. Hell, he didn’t sleep. He ran possibility after possibility through his head as he chased the dancing ball of light that was quicker than a dragonfly.

He could feel the wet blades of glistening grass under his bare feet as he raced through the trees. Where in the hell was this willow-wisp taking him?

Laughter like melodious silver bells danced all around him like sparkles in his head. It was such a sexy laugh. It was deep and smokier than a volcanic pit.

“Come on, Jack,” the voice chuckled. “I’m waiting. Run faster.”

“Why don’t you run?” Jack yelled, almost falling over a fallen tree. “Where the hell am I?”

The ball of light buzzed around his head, winking out of sight like a candle in the wind. He could hear movements up in the trees and distant laughter. Okay, he was seriously spooked now. This shit wasn’t funny.

“Jack,” the voice said from right behind him, causing him to spin around with a surprised yelp. His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets at the sight he saw. It took all of his willpower not to fall down on his knees and worship the image of Beauty itself.

He was gazing at a huge spider web that was in between two massive trees that looked as if they supported the very sky itself. In the center of the web was Kain, and he was hanging there like a silver moon in all that darkness. Black strands of shimmering silk flowed around his glowing white flesh like water. Those molten blue eyes burned with a simmering heat. He looked like a great spider who was beckoning to the fly to zip on in for a spot of tea.

Jack’s eyes lowered to see that Kain’s sacred key was hard, long, and dripping like a pearly fount. He gulped and fought with those hypnotic eyes that were controlling his feet. He was stepping closer and closer to those blood red lips.

“Jack,” Kain cooed, holding out his glowing white arms to him. “Come and embrace me.”

Black silk hissed and billowed like dark clouds in the light his flesh gave off. He was the cold light in the bitter darkness.

“Are you him?” Jack asked, inches from those flawless hands that were deadlier than knives. “Are you the firstborn of Lilith?”

Kain’s hands became like talons and he swiped at Jack’s face, leaping at him from off his razor wire web. Black wings with shimmering onyx feathers sprouted from his back in a spray of black rose petals.

Jack fell flat on his back with Kain right on top of him. His wrists were pinned down over his head in a grasp of steel, and his waist was straddled. He tried bucking him off to no avail.

“Have I tamed you, horsy?” Kain asked, nibbling on Jack’s bottom lip. Those blue eyes were scorching him, branding his soul. “Daddy never let me have one, you see.”

Jack snarled. “Let me go.”

“Oh, but you don’t really mean that,” Kain said, grinding his ass down on Jack’s harden root. “Do you, Captain?”

“How did you get in my head?’ Jack moaned, fighting him, getting turned on even more. “Get out of my head!”

“Oh,” Kain giggled, squeezing his wrists. “How do you know I didn’t just teleport you to where I am?”

Jack froze in mid curse. Was that possible? Did this sexy bitch have that kind of power?

“I am my mother’s mirror image,” Kain smiled with deadly white fangs, flapping his wings, arching them over their heads in dark splendor. “I have many skills.”

“If you say so, Xena,” Jack said, bucking once more. “Let me go.”

“Um, no,” Kain grinned, licking Jack’s cheek with a fiery red tongue. “I don’t think I shall.”

“Fine,” Jack hissed. “Just stick it in and let’s go then.”

Kain blinked. “Well, mama always did tell me to play with my food before eating it, but, I think I can make an acceptance just for you, Captain.”

“Finally,” Jack moaned.

“But, not now,” Kain smiled evilly. “This is but only a dream after all.”

“Fuck you!” Jack yelled, bucking him for real this time. “Get the fuck off me, ass-hat!” Get me all hot and bothered! Fuck you!”

“When the moon turns red and the sun goes black, my dear, Captain,” Kain’s voice slithered across his heated flesh like cool mist. “I might actually consider it.”

Jack rolled his eyes.

“Kiss me,” Kain commanded. “Kiss me like you mean it, too.”

Jack stared into his beautiful unearthly face, seeing how brilliantly horrible his awesome beauty truly was. It was frightening and twisted with poisonous evil. Oh, it was so fucking sexy.

“Goddamn,” Jack moaned, tongue drier than a fucking desert. That was how fucking hot Kain was. He was lava hot.

“Oh, you just gave me shivers, Jack,” Kain smiled, lips ever so close. “Say His name in vain again.”

Jack did so and kissed him. He kissed him hard. He could feel life being sucked from his body. Well, it was a good thing he had an endless supply. He flexed his toes, squriming under him, wanting release.

Kain broke the kiss, throwing his head back with a demonic howl. His hair shimmered like molten golden strands of sunlight all down his back. It looked like a hissing lion’s mane. The howl was like a wolf’s with snarling alligator undertones, only twisted with distortions.

“Oh, Jack,” he sighed like the wind, running his talons down his muscular chest that was covered in sweat. “I can’t wait to make you mine.”

“Huh?” Jack asked, only to bolt up out of bed with a raging hard-on that was pulsing like hell. He looked around the darkness, waking Ianto.

“What?” The sleeping man asked. “I’m sleepy.”

“And I’m really, really horny, Ianto,” Jack said, moaning in his ear. “So spread them like a good boy.”

Ianto opened one eye, feeling something hard and wet poking him.

“Are you serious?’ He asked, raising his muscular legs.

“In an explosive kinda way,” Jack said, gripping the insides of Ianto’s knees, positioning himself to possess him.

Ianto smiled. He loved being needed.

TBC…

Please review and tell me what you think.

Flora.