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.

Prologue

The beauty with the sun blond locks and turquoise blue eyes was dancing as if he were a skater on a lake of ice. His skin was as pale as the silky soft blossoms of a white rose and it was being illuminated by the spinning lights overhead. Techno hummed through the air like a great pulsing vein and the tune was quite catchy, too.

He watched the young man’s erotic movements and enticing body language. His dance steps were like choreographed sex. The whole of him simply oozed sex and something even darker than that. It was the way he was moving his hips, arms, and his legs. It was almost like watching a serpent dance its way up the trunk of a tree.

The violet silk shirt looked so tight on his lithe frame, and the black leather pants looked as though they had been spray painted onto those long legs with a glossy finish. He was the image of perfection. He was perfect, too perfect. Something so beautiful couldn’t possibly be real, and yet, there he was, dancing in the center of the sweating throng.

“Would you care for another drink, Sir?” The bartender asked with a flirtatious wink.

Jack blinked back into what he considered to be his reality, nodding his head. He so needed another drink after watching that.

“Thanks,” he said, lifting the glass to his mouth, sipping the fiery brew down. Liquor was so made of awesome, but, he needed to be careful with how much he consumed. He had a job to do.

He looked to see that Gwen was still stationed at her table and Owen was snooping by one of the exits. Well, now looked like a good a time as any. He downed the rest of his drink and got to his feet. It was time to dance with the Devil, and he was hawt.

It had been forever since he had last danced, but, he had kept up with the times. Plus, he was a fast learner and an even quicker mimic.

He moved up close to the creature and those mystical blue eyes fell right on him.

Sorry Ianto, he thought to himself, but I would so do this guy right here and now if it wasn’t for all these people and for what he was, too.

Lips like blood red rubies smiled and Jack saw that his teeth were straight and white as pearls. He had a flawless smile and it was damn pretty, too. Oh, he wanted to eat this guy up.

“Hi,” he grinned. “Wanna dance?”

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“Do you have any idea what this guy is, Tosh?” Owen asked into his earpiece.

“Not a clue,” she said, looking the monitor over, typing in directions. “But, if he is the one who is stealing the life force from young men and leaving them as empty shells, then Jack needs to be very careful.”

“It seems kind of stupid on his part,” Owen said, smiling at a cute brunette, “to keep getting men from the same damn club.”

Tosh nodded her head, admiring how lovely the supposed alien was. “Well, he is a blond.”

Owen almost choked on his bottle of beer. Did Tosh just make a crack at blondes? It was a sign that the end was near.

“Why are you gagging?” She asked in concern. “Are you all right?”

“I’m fine,” he said, wiping at his mouth with his sleeve. “Just a bad drink is all.”

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Gwen could not help but smile as she watched Jack dance with the sexy alien creature. He looked so cute in the outfit Ianto had picked out for him to wear. He looked just like a clubber…a very sexy clubber.

“Owen,” she said, slowly rising from where she was sitting. “I think they might be moving.”

“No shit, Sherlock, here’s your pipe.” He said in her earpiece, causing her to snarl.

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“You’re a very good dancer,” the young man said, allowing Jack to casually feel him up. His voice was rich and deep, making him want to sigh. It rolled over his skin like warm sunshine in a fragrant garden.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” Jack told him, moving to his rhythm. “Have you had dance lessons?”

“You could say that,” he said, putting a creamy white hand on Jack’s chest.

“My names Abel,” Jack said, putting a hand on top of his, causing his skin to tingle. His hand felt so cool and smooth under his. It was so soft and supple.

“Funny, my name is Kain,” he smiled, letting Jack spin him around in a graceful circle.

Jack cocked a brow. “How old are you, Kain?”

The blond moved in closer and his warm breath tickled Jack’s ear. Oh, he smelled so good. It was making him so hot.

“Old enough,” Kain whispered, pulling away with a devious smirk. “To know better.”

Jack quickly remembered that this was a deadly spider and he had a job to do. But, it was so hard not to want to fly right into the web. It was so hard to keep from being pulled down into those magical blue depths where he would drown over and over again.

“Come with me,” Kain said in a sultry voice, commanding him to hither. “And I’ll help you with your…big problem, Abel.”

Jack moaned when a hand fondled his problem. This was the first time in a long time that an alien had given him a leaking hard-on. It was almost painful in its intensity. He was fighting to keep a clear head about him, but, the scent was fogging his mind. Kain just smelled so damn good. It had to be some kind of an extra potent pheromone.

He fought to clear his mind with the task at hand, allowing Kain to lead him off the dance floor. Wow, he had such a nice ass, too. He wanted to squeeze those firm cheeks. So, he did. It made him giggle like a schoolboy

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“Wow, Jack,” Gwen said, rolling her eyes. “You sure are great at your job.”

She was carefully dancing after them and Owen was doing the same. Did he have to hit on every girl that smiled at him? Oh, she wanted to slap him silly.

“I saw that, too,” Tosh commented. “So hot.”

“Saw what?” Ianto asked over the radio. “And why do I have to sit with the car?”

“We don’t want the car getting lonely,” Owen said. “And it had better be warm in there when we get this over with.”

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Jack was pushed back against the alley wall by a firm hand. The blond was devouring his mouth as if he was thirsting for something that would never sate him.

“Whoa,” Jack gasped, holding Kain by the shoulders, fighting real hard with himself to not let Kain have his wicked way with him. He was immortal after all. “You’re going to suffocate me.”

Kain’s eyes were like molten blue jewels, shimmering with a smoky light.

“Let’s take it slow,” Jack said, lowering his lips to that smooth pale throat. “Okay?”

“Okay,” Kain smiled, putting a finger to Jack’s soft lips. “But, I like to be on top.”

Jack grinned like a wolf. “That’s not a problem.”

Kain suddenly pushed him down with surprising strength. He was lying flat on his back and the blond gracefully landed on top of him, ripping his shirt open. Ianto would kill him. He told him not to get the clothing dirty. Now, it was ruined.

He could not help but to start laughing. Was this sexy beast for real? Was he really going to take him right here and now in this filthy alley? Um, no. His smiling corpse would never be found in a stinking alley. It was blasphemy.

Kain undid his belt, pulled his zipper down, and began pulling on Jack’s pant legs. He was a quick little demon.

“No,” Jack suddenly said, sitting up, pulling on his pants. “Not here. Stop!”

Kain looked up at him and Jack’s breath was instantly frozen in his lungs. There was a deity straddling his waist.

Kain’s eyes were like shimmering blue gemstones and his skin was glowing like fresh fallen snow that glittered under a full moon. His long golden curls were like molten strands of liquid sunlight, coiling and curling around his beautiful face. The scent of him was driving Jack mad and those lips were like dewy red rose petals, begging to be kissed.

All Jack could gasp out was, “Take me.”

Kain grinned with teeth that looked like razor sharp moonbeams. His beauty was horrible, twisted, and blinding in that moment. He lowered his mouth and bit Jack right on the shoulder, sucking at the wound.

Jack cried out, arching his back. Such pain and pleasure flooded his body. He screamed and arched his back again when Kain bit down hard enough to snap bone.

“FREEZE!” A loud voice yelled. “Put your…talons up!”

It was Gwen and Owen was right behind her. His gun was aimed to fire, too.

Kain was on his feet in a blur of blinding shadows, hissing at them with deadly fangs, before vanishing like mist in sunlight. His laughter echoed all around them, rushing over their skin like cold ocean surf.

Gwen ran to Jack’s side, seeing the bite marks on his neck. They were bleeding crimson and then they just simply closed up.

“Where are you?” Owen yelled, pointing, and spinning around with his gun. “Show yourself!”

Silence was his answer.

“What is it?” Tosh asked.

“He’s gone,” Gwen said. “We lost him. God he’s fast.”

“Wonderful,” Ianto said, still behind the wheel of the lonely car. “At least the cars warm.”

Jack moaned. “Wow, what a rush.”

Gwen blushed. “Yeah, I can see.”

Owen snickered.

Jack’s pants were down around his ankles and he had made a pearly mess on himself.

God, Gwen thought, he is big.

“Where is he?” Jack asked, looking around. “Did you get him?”

“No,” Owen said, pointing with his gun. “But, I see he got you.”

Jack noticed his predicament and moaned. “Anyone got a hanky?”

“What the hell was that?” Gwen asked, turning her back so he could clean himself up. “What is he?”

Jack got to his feet, fixing his belt. “Have you ever heard of Lilith?”

TBC…

This is my first Torchwood story ever. I actually just got done watching the first two seasons and had to write this. Please, tell me what you think. Is it worth continuing?

Flora.