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 Three

There was no secure plan in the works to be quite honest. How did one go about capturing the son of a demonic goddess?

“A calling circle,” Ianto said with a cocked brow, serving the usual yummy goodness, acting as if he had a phone to his ear. “Can you hear me now? Good.”

Jack gave him a warning growl and received a wink in response. He felt kind of foolish resorting to the old folklore and all that jazz.

“You can’t be serious,” Gwen said, looking at the items that were gathered on the conference table. There were red and black candles, some sweet smelling herbs, incense, and a jar that looked to be filled with blood. “There is no such thing as magic.”

Jack and Ianto both just paused and turned to look at her.

“This coming from someone who has seen faeries spirit away a little girl and many other extraordinary creatures with fantastic powers,” Jack said, examining a stick of incense made with male human sperm.

Owen came walking into the room, holding a paper bag in his hand. “I got the wine you needed. Do you know how hard it is to find honeysuckle?”

Jack gave him a nod, snatching it from him like a raccoon does a free meal. He pulled the glass bottle out and smiled. It would do just fine. One always needed an offering to appease a demonic deity.

“Oh, come on now,” Gwen said, running her hands through her dark hair. “Next thing you’re going to tell me is that Harry Potter isn’t just a storybook.”

Ianto raised a finger and Jack elbowed him in the ribs.

Gwen blinked. “You shits.”

Jack laughed. “Of course he’s just a storybook.”

Ianto decided to go rearrange the teacups again. It would keep his mouth from getting him into trouble. Oh, he simply loved the feel of a flying broomstick under him. It was so firm and fast.

“Jack,” Tosh’s voice said from over the loudspeaker, snapping Ianto back into the world he was now in. “There has been another attack.”

Gwen looked at Jack with big doe-like eyes.

“He didn’t finish with me,” he said, slipping into his flashy ‘I’m in charge’ coat. “He must have gotten hungry.”

He could see those haunting blue eyes and that beautiful face, smiling at him from the web. Was Kain trying to get under his skin? Well, it was really working.

“Come along my little housewife,” he said, taking Ianto by the arm. “You can rearrange the china when we get back.”

Gwen snorted and Owen rolled his eyes.

Ianto had such a goofy grin on his face. “Not in front of the kids.”

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“Wow.” That was all Gwen Cooper could really say. “Just…wow.”

The corpse of handsome, twenty-five year old, James Hall, was smiling and still hard as a rock. He was lying on top of the covers completely spread eagled. His body was completely drained of its blood, but, they knew where it was. It was the writing on the wall. The demon had such pretty handwriting, too.

DREAM OF ME, WON’T YOU, CAPTAIN

“His girlfriend, Stephanie Hawker, is hysterical,” Tosh said, watching Owen look the body over. “She said…she said she saw a man with wings riding him…and she ran for it because he looked at her. She said she had never seen anything so scary and beyond beautiful in all her life. She’s out of her mind, Jack. She’s being taken to the hospital because she is having a fit. She can’t seem to stop screaming GOD at the top of her lungs.”

“Hmm, at least he’s smiling,” Owen said, examining the bite marks above the body’s left nipple.

“All he knew was pleasure,” Jack said. “If there was any pain, it felt like heaven to him.”

“He had such beautiful china,” Ianto said, admiring the fine cerulean teacup he had discovered on the nightstand.

Gwen just looked at him in amazement. Did the man have some kind of teacup fetish or something?

“I say we do your little spell, Jack,” she said, turning away from the smiling corpse. “Before this happens to someone else.”

“Spell?” Tosh asked, looking at her. “Spell what?”

“Oh, you believe me now?” Jack asked, sliding his hands into his pockets.

“I believe we need to stop this monster,” she said, ignoring his sassy smile. “And if this is one way of doing it, then so be it.”

“Yeah, a bullet through the head seems too practical,” Ianto said, caressing the lovely teacup with his cheek. “Plus, it had better be a silver bullet anyway or he’s not going down.”

“Owen, bag the body,” Jack said. “We now have a fresh human heart.”

“What are we spelling?” Tosh asked. “And why do we need a heart?”

“We’re summoning the Devil, Tosh,” Owen said, finally snarling because the stiff’s stiff was bigger than his. “So we can have him do our evil bidding.”

She looked from him to Gwen who nodded. “We’re going to summon this thing and kill it dead.”

“If we can kill him,” Jack added.

“Then we shall cut him into pieces and store the parts in different places,” she said.

“You’re morbid,” Ianto said.

Gwen simply smiled.

“Magic,” Tosh said. “Can I film it?”

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The circle was drawn in blood, the candles were in place, incense was burning, and the fresh human heart of James Hall was resting on a bed of sweet smelling herbs on the altar. There was even a dagger made out of polished violet glass resting beside the heart, too.

“Jack,” Gwen said, looking at him with disbelief. “Is that hat you’re wearing really necessary?”

“What?” Jack asked, pulling his wizard hat off. “I thought it would help set the mood.”

“I like your hat, Jack,” Ianto smiled, taking it from him.

“No,” Tosh said, pushing record on her camera. “Put it back on.”

“You’re kidding,” Owen deadpanned.

Tosh looked at him. “It’s cute.”

Ianto nodded. “It so makes you look the part.”

“Enough,” Gwen snapped in irritation. “This is not a game.”

“On it are we, my dear?” Jack asked with a cocked brow.

“Shut up,” she said, smacking him in the shoulder. “Get on with it.”

“Fine,” he said, picking up the blade in his hand. “No need to get so violent.”

She rolled her eyes and he stuck his tongue out at her.

“Now play nice, kids,” Owen said, lighting the last candle. “We are playing with Jesus and black magic.”

“Okay,” Jack said, holding the blade in his right hand. “Stand behind me.”

The four of them quickly did so.

He took a deep breath and began to speak in Hebrew. The smoke from the incense slithered through the air, coiling around the circle like a hissing serpent.

Gwen grabbed onto Ianto’s arm when the candle flames began to burn brighter and higher than what was considered normal burning candles. This shit was so not happening.

Tosh was simply filming away with a smile on her face.

Jack raised the dagger over his head, spoke Kain’s name, and drove the sharp tip of the glass blade into the heart. The flames from the candles flashed with a cold blue light and the sound of giant wings was heard. That was when the power failed.

“Oh, shit,” Owen whispered, seeing burning blue orbs staring at him from within the darkness.

Jack opened his eyes and the power came back on.

Tosh nearly dropped her camera and Gwen was squeezing Ianto’s arm, making him flinch with slight pain.

“Jack,” Beauty smiled from within the glowing circle. “Thank you so much for inviting me into your lovely home.”

“It worked,” Jack smiled, very pleased with himself.

“What do you mean, it worked?” Gwen snarled, letting a gasping Ianto go.

Blue eyes turned on her, causing her to freeze in her tracks. Sweet Jesus hanging on his cross, the beast was beautiful.

“So rude,” Kain said, standing with his perfect hands on his leather clad hips. “Calling me like this from out of the blue. I was in the middle of watching The Catherine Tate Show.”

“Oh, you watch her, too?” Ianto asked, smiling. “That woman is wicked funny.”

Gwen stomped his foot, causing him to yelp.

“Did you see my message?” Kain asked, turning to face the Captain. “Of course you did.”

Jack blinked, looking down at the heart that was now a pile of white dust under the dagger.

“You planned this,” Jack said. “You knew I’d call you here.”

“And we have a winner,” Kain said, clapping his hands. “I’m so pleased. But, I was coming whether you called me or not.”

“What?” Tosh asked.

Kain grinned with a mouthful of needle sharp fangs that reminded Jack of icicles. “It means I can flap in anytime I damn well please now.”

Jack gulped. Gwen looked like she wanted to take the dagger and have him run into it a few times. Oh, she was scary. Oh, this was sad.

“Human males,” Kain laughed, running his hands through his silky mane of golden curls. “Truly the most foolish of God’s many mistakes.”

“Can he get out of there?” Owen asked.

Jack shook his head. “Not until I let him.”

“Or until the candles burn out,” Kain added. “Then I can do whatever the fuck I want with you.”

Gwen pulled out her gun, aiming it at his head. “How about I fire into your pretty face then, hmm?”

Kain gave her the middle finger and she watched in horrid fascination at it grew long and sharp as broken glass. “And how about I stick a talon up your fuck-hole, bitch of Eve, and give it good slash around for the Lord?”

The way he said it and the tone of his sexy voice made her wet. She nearly dropped her gun because of the chills it gave her. His voice was like the worlds most pleasurable dildo.

“I called you,” Jack said. “Which means I can command you.”

Kain cocked a brow. “Command me?”

Jack nodded.

Kain snorted, punching his barrier with a fist. It made the air in the room tremble with groaning fear. His eyes spoke like booming thunder over a deep ocean.

“Monster!” Gwen yelled, aiming again. “We should kill him now!”

Those eyes fell on her and she felt her heart begin to break. They spoke of pain, sorrow, and endless loss. It was so silent and yet louder than a million screams.

“Who are you to judge me?” He asked, cocking his head to the side, looking at her like a snake does a baby mousy. “Who are you to decide who has the right to exist and who doesn’t?”

Jack stepped towards the circle. “We’re Torchwood.”

“That’s nice,” Kain said, running his hand through his golden mane once more.

“Are you really the firstborn son of Adam and Lilith?” Tosh asked, filming away once more. “Did you kill your younger half-brother, Abel?”

“I am,” he said, poking his prison. “And the rests none of your Goddamn business, bitch.”

“Strike a nerve?” Owen asked.

“Do be careful not to harm the circle,” Kain smiled. “One little fuckup in its design and I’ll be free to tear your guts out and feed them to you while you’re heart still beats.”

Owen gulped.

“Perhaps we should have summoned him in a cell,” Ianto said, loving the way those pants hugged his hips and legs perfectly. The demon could fill a pair of pants.

Gwen was too far away to punch him.

“No prison can hold me,” Kain said. “Now, let me out, and I won’t kill you.”

“Right,” Jack laughed. “Do you think we’re stupid?”

“Yes,” Kain smiled wickedly. “You summoned me.”

Jack bit his bottom lip. He had a point. Damn him!

“Let me out, Captain,” Kain cooed to him like a snow white dove. “And I’ll take you so high you’ll pass up every star in Heaven.”

He was tempted. Oh, he was so tempted. Why was his foot moving to turn over a candle?

“Piss off!” Gwen snarled, firing, snapping Jack out of his trance.

Everyone in the room froze as the loud bang echoed all around them and into the stunned silence that soon followed. Kain was holding the bullet between his thumb talon and index talon. Oh, he looked pissed.

“That wasn’t very nice,” he said, holding the bullet in his palm, suddenly flicking it back at her. The bullet hit her forehead with a thud and bounced off. He could have flicked it back with enough force to blow her brains out the back of her skull.

Gwen rubbed her forehead in shock. “Bastard.”

“If only,” he said, looking at Jack. “But I have a daddy.”

“How long will those candles burn?” Jack asked.

“Four, maybe five more hours,” Ianto said. “If even that.”

“I have to eat just like ya’ll do,” Kain said. “You feed off animals and I feed off you. There is this thing called the food chain, you see…”

“Is God real?” Tosh asked from out of the blue.

Kain blinked. “Are you Japanese?”

“Everyone,” Jack said. “With me.”

“In bed?” Kain asked.

Jack glared. “In your dreams.”

“Yes,” Kain smiled, causing Jack to almost cream himself. “In my dreams.”

“Come on,” Jack said, heading for the door.

“What about him?” Owen asked.

“Oh, don’t you mind me, little boy,” Kain said, picking up the bottle of honeysuckle wine that was in the circle with him. Apparently it was an offering to sate his wrath. “I’ll just stand here, drinking, and looking like a gorgeous wet dream until I’m free to rip off your head and toss it aside like a hot-pocket.”

Ianto wanted to pant. The guy was fucking hot. Pun intended.

Tosh left the camera rolling and Gwen growled at him.

“I’m going to call you Gap,” Kain grinned at her, sipping the wine. “Care to take a wild guess why, pet?”

“Fuck you,” she hissed.

“You’re not my type,” he said, mentally touching Jack. “Grow a dick and stick your tits in a pencil sharpener and I’ll think about it.”

Her nostrils flared in outrage. She stormed past Jack and out of the room. Everyone followed except for Jack.

“Do you think me beautiful, my dear, Captain?” Kain asked him, enjoying the tasty wine.

Jack’s hand was on the door and he turned around to look at Beauty made flesh…if that’s what you would call that perfect skin.

“Yes,” he said. “And that’s the problem.”

Kain grinned, watching him leave the room. These candles had at least thirty minutes left to burn, if even that. Until then, he would enjoy his wine, look sexier than the Morningstar could ever dream of, and bide his time.

TBC…

Please review and tell me what you think.

Flora.