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 Four

Jack stood at the head of the conference table with four sets of worried eyes looking at him to say something. He felt like he should break out into song and dance just to lighten the morbidly obese mood that seemed to permeate the whole Hub. Well, it would have to be a skit that would put Weight Watchers of America to shame, that’s for damn sure. Gwen looked like she was ready to murder something. The girl practically had smoke coming out her nostrils and mouth.

“Well?” She asked, looking at him. “Since we obviously can’t shoot him, now what do we do?”

“Pray the wine will make him drunk enough to give us a head start to run and hide for our lives,” Ianto said, hands itching to make tea.

Owen and Gwen glared at him and Tosh was scanning through some old Jewish texts, looking for anything that might help them in defending themselves. They had all been translated into English, so, lots of shit had to be missing.

“Why did the Christians leave Lilith out?” She asked, looking up from the pages.

“The men knew their women would withhold pussy if they had a heroin like Lilith to lookup to and they would all die from horniness,” Jack smiled. “And the thought of fucking each other…”

“We get the point,” Gwen said, holding up a hand, stopping him mid-sentence.

Ianto snorted.

“Excuse me!” A loud voice roared like an ocean wave bitch-slapping an offensive shoreline. “Sex incarnate is feeling sorely ignored and abused in here, Captain!”

“Can you hit the mute button on that damn whore?” Gwen asked, pointing at the screen above Jack’s head.

“I think he might be drunk,” Owen said, observing his hand movements.

“When I get out of here,” Kain sneered, scratching at the invisible barrier that was holding him at bay. “I’m going to fuck your brains out all over this nice clean floor!”

“He wouldn’t dare,” Ianto said, turning to glare at Jack. “I just mopped this morning.”

Jack just looked at him. “How about you make some tea?”

Ianto nodded. “I’d be glad to.”

Owen and Tosh watched him get up and leave the room. The man always looked his happiest when his hands were busy doing something.

Jack watched the incubus on the screen. Kain dropped the empty wine bottle and raised his head up. He was looking right at him. It caused Jack to lean back and the others to watch and listen.

“I see you,” Kain smiled, waving at them, lifting his head up to the ceiling. “Would you like to know a secret, Jack?”

Jack nodded before he thought and it caused the demon to chuckle. Could he really see them?

“Did any of you happen to take a look at the ceiling when you made this lovely little prison for me?” He asked, floating inches off the floor.

Owen looked at Tosh who shrugged, causing Gwen to turn to Jack. “What’s he on about?”

“Oh, you silly ducks,” Kain cackled in glee. He pointed straight up with a sharp finger. “Ventilation shaft.”

Jack’s eyes nearly popped out of his head in shock. How could he have been so stupid? That bitch was so in his head.

“Let’s play hide and seek,” he laughed, floating out of the cameras frame.

Gwen gasped when the sound of metal being torn and shredded came over the speakers. The mangled vent fell crashing to the floor with a loud clang.

The door to the room banged open and everyone had their gun cocked and aimed before thinking about it.

“Jesus!” Ianto yelped, nearly dropping his tray of goodies. “I’m sorry, but, Lipton’s all we had left.”

“He’s out,” Jack quickly said, racing around the table.

“Oh, God,” Tosh said when laughter echoed all around them.

“What do we do now genius?” Gwen asked, looking around with wary eyes.

“How the hell did he get out?” Ianto asked, setting the tray down on the table before he spilled it.

“The shaft over his head,” Owen said. “How come nobody saw this?”

“We were too busy playing Hogwarts to notice,” Gwen said, wanting to strangle Jack with that damn hat.

“Everyone, just calm down,” Jack said, holding up his hands. “I’ll think of something.”

“Oh, like what?” Gwen asked, aiming at the duct over the table.

A loud bang came at the door, guns were pointed, and Ianto broke his favorite teacup in the whole wide world.

“That bitch!” He hissed, drawing his gun. “That was a Tiffany’s original.”

“Come out, Captain,” Kain called, scraping at the door like a kitty. “I want to play servant and master.”

“Captain no home right now,” Jack called out in a Japanese accent, earning a glare from Tosh. “Please, later you come back.”

“Don’t make me scratch, hiss, and kick this Goddamn door in,” Kain giggled. “I might ruin my shoes.”

“Oh, heaven forbid you should do that,” Ianto sneered. “You made me break my cup, bitch!”

The power was suddenly cut and darkness fell like a curtain all around them.

“All right,” Gwen said eight seconds later. “Where is the backup power?”

“Oh, crap,” Jack hissed.

“Jack?” Ianto asked in confusion and growing panic. “If your voice is coming from over there…then, Owen, are you the one who is squeezing my…”

“BOO!” Kain laughed.

“Nobody fire!” Jack yelled just as the backup power finally switched on.

Everyone’s guns were on each other and suddenly turned on Kain, who was seated at the head of the table. He looked like the Head Bitch in Charge.

“Do you treat all of your invited guests like this?” He asked, twirling happily around in the chair.

“Just you,” Gwen said.

Jack had his gun pointed right at him. “Just stay calm, everyone.”

“Send your posy away, Captain,” Kain said, his voice deadlier than a hidden iceberg. “And I won’t string them up by their guts.”

“Stay where you are!” Jack yelled, finger on the trigger.

“Or you’ll what?” Kain asked, gripping the table with both hands. The sound of metal bending could be heard. “Watch me catch the next bullet and send it tearing right through Gap’s racing heart?”

Gwen snarled.

“You can’t catch them all,” Ianto said.

Kain cocked his head to the side, looking right at him with those ocean blue eyes. “How would you like to hear the never-ending screams of your dead girlfriend who is suffering in eternal darkness right now while you’re fucking the man who killed her?”

Ianto turned whiter than a piece of printer paper.

“You could shoot me with a thousand bullets, and I’ll still be coming at you like a bullet train,” Kain grinned, turning to Jack. “Now, send these spawn of Eve away or I’ll forget myself and bathe in their blood.”

Jack was looking into those deadly blue eyes and knew he spoke the truth. Kain could carry out his threat, leaving him to be all alone in the world.

“Go,” he said, lowering his gun.

“Jack,” Gwen and Ianto said at the same time.

Owen and Tosh just looked at him in shock. Why was he giving in so easily? Usually there was a big fight, someone got shot, shit got broken, a good bitching out followed, and then they all came back to have a drink.

“You can fight me,” Kain told them honestly. “And you will all die.”

“Now!” Jack yelled. “Just go!”

Gwen didn’t know what to do. She was torn between duty and fear. This bitch was a fucking monster.

“Ya’ll best be doing what your captain says,” Kain smiled, getting ready to lose him self and smite them all real good. “And don’t come back in now, ya hear?”

“Jack,” Ianto said, grabbing him.

“Damn it!” Jack snarled, pushing him to the door. “Just do as I say! All of you!”

“Come on,” Gwen said, backing away from the fanged demon. “Jack obviously knows what he’s doing.”

Tosh looked at her in shock.

“Oh, really,” Ianto growled, fighting with Jack.

“I’m going to count to five,” Kain said, throwing the huge table aside as if it weighed less than a beach-ball to him, causing them all to leap back. “And then I’m going to bash some heads.”

“Please,” Jack whispered, turning away from Ianto to look into those molten jeweled orbs.

Kain froze for a half a second. He was looking at him like he did.

“Make them gone, Captain,” he said in a deep, spooky voice.

“Come on,” Owen said, leaning close to Jack. “We’ll come up with something.”

“He’ll kill you,” Ianto cried. “He’ll fuck you till there’s nothing but an empty shell left.”

“Don’t worry,” Jack said, caressing his cheek. “I’ll think of something.”

“One.”

Jack opened the door and nodded to each as they stepped by him. Ianto spun around only for the door to be quickly closed in his face and locked from the inside.

He pounded on the door with his fists. “JACK!”

“Finally,” Kain said, grinning at him, taking a seat. “I thought those pesky kids would never leave.”

Jack turned to look at him. “Kids? You don’t look a day over sixteen.”

“And yet I’m almost as old as this rock the humans think they own,” he said, crossing his legs, showing off how long and wonderful they were.

Jack lowered his gun, knowing it was completely useless against this foe. He had caught that bullet as if someone had tossed a pillow at him.

“Why are you here?” Jack asked.

Kain blinked. “Did you forget? You summoned me, dummy.”

“No,” Jack said. “Why are you here, in Cardiff?”

“The men are super sexy and they smell really good here,” he smiled. “And the dessert people of my homeland are drier than the fucking sand in which they are all buried in.”

Jack cocked a brow.

“I wanted a change,” Kain grinned, playing with his long golden locks. “Paradise was lost, but, I inherited the Garden the world now is. My home is wherever I choose to be at any moment in time.”

“What do you want with me?” Jack asked, wanting to know.

He was suddenly standing right in Jack’s face. “I can feel the life in you and it’s endless.”

“I can die,” Jack said, wanting to squirm like a worm on a hook under that scorching gaze. “I just keep coming back.”

“Would it be so bad to die in my arms,” Kain asked, caressing Jack’s cheek with a smooth palm, “And to awaken in them for the rest of time?”

“What are you saying?” Jack asked, causing Kain to spin away from him like a blinding wind.

“You’re different,” Kain said, looking at the mess he had made. He always seemed to make messes wherever he went. “You have a gift that every human would kill in order to possess.”

“Eternal loneliness is not a gift,” Jack hissed.

“Idiot!” Kain yelled, slapping him across the face, causing him to almost fall over from the force. “Do you have any idea what’s waiting in the darkness once you shed off this mortal shell?”

Jack just looked at him with a healing busted lip.

“The loneliness is painful,” Kain whispered, reaching out, touching his lip. “But, isn’t it better than the eternal darkness you can always escape from?”

Okay, Jack was confused. Obviously Kain suffered from multiple personalities or he simply suffered from rage issues. He reminded Jack of a broken faucet. One that was always running hot and cold, both at the same time.

“What about God?” Jack asked, causing Kain to remove his cool fingers.

“What about the prick?” Kain asked in response.

“Isn’t there more than the darkness the dead see?” He asked.

“The megalomaniac has his favorites,” Kain told him, looking at his shiny nails. “The unimportant ones suffer the darkness that is his wrath. He cares not for those who think.”

“Then why create thinking beings?” Jack asked.

“A mistake,” Kain said. “My mother used the Morningstar, and he used my pain to fuck this world over.”

“So,” Jack said. “It wasn’t Eve’s fault at all.”

Kain’s eyes bled to molten blue pools of raging fire. “Eve was weak.”

Okay, Carry.

“JACK!” Gwen yelled, followed by Ianto over the speakers. “What’s going on in there?”

“Christ!” Jack yelled, jumping in surprise.

“We’re chatting,” Kain said, looking up at the camera. “Now be good cattle and go moo elsewhere.”

There was the bitch again.

“Do as he says,” Jack ordered, looking at the camera, too. “Just no mooing.”

“Lay with me Jack,” Kain said, molten strands of gold curling and coiling around his alabaster face. “Come into my arms.”

His mind was screaming no at the top of its lungs but his feet were saying yes with every step they took closer to him.

“Jack!” Ianto yelled. “Stop!”

“I’m sorry,” Jack whispered, letting the son of Lilith embrace him with those glowing white arms. He wanted to get lost in his darkness for some reason.

“Jack!” Gwen screamed.

“You live forever, Jack,” Kain said to him, voice like the warm sun shining on his face. “Are you the cure to my curse?”

What was this? Was this the regretful personality coming through now?

Jack moaned as Kain’s mind touched his body all over. It felt like a hundred hands were caressing every inch of him.

“I knew you were special,” he said, trailing kisses across his smooth throat. “From the first kiss we shared.”

“You bit me,” Jack hissed as sharp teeth pinched his flesh. “Hurt like a bitch, too.”

“JACK!” Ianto yelled.

“But, it felt so good,” Kain said, fondling him. “Nothing has ever made you feel so good.”

Jack actually whimpered because of the truth of it.

“Say it,” Kain commanded.

“Yes.”

“Kiss me, Jack,” Kain said, glowing red lips just hovering over his. “Kiss me with all the life you possess in your immortal prison.”

“NO!” Gwen yelled over the speakers, pushing a button to make an alarm go off. “JACK!”

Jack ignored the calls, crushing his lips against Kain’s like a wave of lava meeting the bitter sea. They both fell to the ground with Kain on top.

He could feel the life leaving him and his body felt so good. Everything just felt so damn good. He couldn’t even hear the yelling or the sirens anymore. All he felt was bliss as everything faded into a soothing darkness.

Kain threw his head back, glowing like a white hot star in the conference room.

“So strong,” he moaned, pulling Jack’s smiling corpse into his arms, cradling him.

“You fucking bitch troll from hell!” Ianto screamed, pounding from on the other side of the door. “I’ll kill you! I’ll fucking kill you!”

“SILENCE!” Kain roared in a deep, demonic, resonating tone that could crack bone if he chose for it to.

He held Jack in his arms, rocking back and forth with tears spilling down his glowing cheeks. He looked up at the ceiling, seeing the heavens beyond the many layers of soil over them. He could not hide the triumph in his eyes.

“I’ve found the one, bitch.”

TBC…

Please review and tell me what you think.

Flora.