You Can Never Run [One-Shot]
Title: You Can Never Run
Pairing: KyuHae
Rating: NC-17
Summary: One tries to live their lives as ordinarily as possible. Anything that doesn’t fit that set of normality will be cast away into the recesses of our mind, only to be conjured up again at our most vulnerable and insecure moments. It is when we’re alone that our mind turns on us and brings forth myths and superstitions that, in a manner of speaking, bring out the worst in us. We become frightened and alarmed and our mind hears what it wants to hear, sees what it wants to see. At these times, we seek a light, whether it’s a literal form of such, or just a form of comfort. However, light will not always end in relief. Yes, it brings forth the reality of life, let’s you see that you were just dreaming. But sometimes, the reality was not really a dream, and there is no waking up.
Wings slicing through air. They didn’t sound like those of a bird, more like a bat, but an incredibly over-sized one. Kyuhyun shook his head and continued walking. Unless there was some way for an abnormally large winged bat to be flitting around the skies of Seoul, Kyuhyun didn’t really feel the need to be intrigued by it. It had been a long and stressful day and he was sure he was probably just mistaking the sound of his own breathing for the sound of wings. It certainly wouldn’t surprise him. There had been a lot of strange occurrences lately. He would wake up in the middle of the night with a cold sweat after an incredibly arousing dream, yet unable to move. He had seen many documentaries on sleep patterns and he knew that forms of sleep paralysis existed and were pretty common. It was just the fact that it had happened so often lately, always following the same odd dream, that had him so perplexed. However, movement would always come back to him after he calmed down and he figured to just let it be.
He made his way home and drew the keys from his pocket, fitting the metal into his door and turning, then pushing his way into his house.
There was that eerie feeling again.
Kyuhyun never really believed that people could feel others watching them. He heard it all the time and didn’t grasp the concept of it at all. Until lately. He understood what they meant and he now felt it all the time. He had never really felt weary of living by himself before but it was during these nights that he deeply regretted moving out of his friend’s house. He desperately needed someone there to comfort his anxiousness but he slapped himself and was forced to suck it up. He made his way to the bathroom, removing articles of clothing on his way there, too tired to postpone his sleep any longer, but he needed a shower. By the time he made it to the door, he was already free of all clothing and headed straight for the shower, pulling back the curtain and turning the water on. He cowered away from the cold liquid, waiting for the it to heat up before he stood under it. Then there was that feeling again. The feeling of being watched and he refused to close his eyes, even with the threat of water falling in them. He was afraid that if he closed them, he would open them to some horrific sight and that would be the end of him. He quickly shampooed his hair and scrubbed down. That’s when he felt a warm breeze of some sort brush his ear. He whipped around, trying to find the source of whatever it was.
His breathing quickened, the feeling of not being alone caving in on him and he tried desperately to calm down. He noticed a crack in the wall behind him and he deducted that, with it being summer and 110 degrees outside, even though it was passing 11 o’clock, the wind could have easily slipped through the crack and caused whatever he felt. This helped to calm him down exponentially as he rinsed off and wrapped a towel around his hips. He carefully stepped out of the tub and made his way to the bedroom.
He opened a drawer and pulled out a pair of boxers, patting himself down with the towel and slipping them on. He swiped the towel through his hair, not bothering to completely dry it before crashing onto his bed, letting himself drift into nothingness, the feeling of not being alone never leaving him.
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Kyuhyun woke up that next morning to sunshine streaming through his window, feeling a sense of relief from the face of daylight. This had been the first night he had been able to sleep through soundly without any interruptions. It was one of the only Saturdays that he had off and he definitely wanted to make the best out of it. He slipped out of bed and stretched; only to have a slight stinging sensation originating from his hip cause him to jump back and cringe. He looked down, and right on his hip bone laid a very impressive bite mark. He stared at it in awe and confusion, ending in a sense of horror over the fact that he, living alone, was bitten by something with some form of human teeth, the only difference being the more pronounced indentations that lead him to believe that whatever did this to him had two very sharp teeth. Kyuhyun was scared, overly so, and the realization that the happenings of the past two weeks were not coincidental were sinking in and fast. Something was in his house.
He didn’t know what it was, but he had seen enough demonic horror movies that his imagination was filled involuntarily. The fact that the experiences were getting worse, if the bite mark was any indication of that, made Kyuhyun feel vulnerable and weak and he had absolutely no idea how to deal with such a thing. So, he did the only thing he really knew how to do: deny it.
The bite mark was irrevocably substantial to the fact that something was really going on, but Kyuhyun just didn’t want to accept the fact that things like this really did exist and that whatever it was, it had grown some sort of attachment to him.
Kyuhyun groaned.
These sorts of things were supposed to happen to the damsel in distress, not him. He was just a regular guy working for a regular job and-Kyuhyun cackled. The thought that was flung into his mind definitely didn’t make him feel better but it was humorous nonetheless. The demon’s gay.
Kyuhyun swore to himself for his idiocy and decided to be a little more productive by pulling the laptop out from under his bed and setting it down at his desk, pulling the lid up and powering it on. As it booted up, he swore he heard dull footsteps approach him from behind, but he ignored it, instead reaching for the blinds and opening them up all the way. He felt some sort of security as he soaked in the warm sun and busy city below.
He looked back to his laptop and saw that it was ready to go. He opened his browser and went straight into research. He begin to search for demonic forces, vampires, or something of the sort, yet nothing he found matched with the occurrences that had happened around him lately.
Until he got to incubus.
Usually begins with overly sexual or erotic dreams.
Check. Kyuhyun had almost always been woken up from strange wet dreams and although he did have them on occasion, these were vivid and detail and seemed to last through the entirety of the night. They left him aching and tired and restless.
Some wake up to marks left on their skin, such as, but not limited to: scratch marks, bite marks, burns, bruises, etc.
Check. Kyuhyun’s hand went to his hip.
The rest of the testimonials lead Kyuhyun to believe that they had been dealing with whatever it was much longer than he had before any sort of physical contact had been made.
Kyuhyun slammed his laptop shut and sighed exasperatedly. This is ridiculous, he thought. There’s no such thing as demons.
He stood from his desk and made his way to the kitchen, preparing himself a simple breakfast consisting of a bowl, milk, and cereal. He made his wait to the couch, settling himself on it and switching the TV on.
He stared blankly at the screen, trying to clear his mind and forget the fact that there could possibly be something after him in his own house. No matter how hard he tried to deny it, however, that mark left on his hip was undeniable and he had to force himself to come to terms with the fact that yes, there’s more to this world than what he might think or wish for.
What he had to do now was find out some way to get rid of it. And that’s exactly what he would do. He got up and grabbed the phone book, pulling out his phone as well.
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The man he called was meant to be there at 6 o’clock and Kyuhyun waited impatiently by the door. His heart quickened at the thought of what might happen. He had seen plenty of time from different sources of media what could happen when an exorcist enters the home of someone haunted by a demon. He had never really thought it was possible before, that it was all acting and special effects, but the fact that things like this were happening and that they may very well be real, had him believing in almost anything.
There was a knock on the door and Kyuhyun’s head snapped up, almost running towards it and flinging it open for the man outside. He was tall and handsome, but with a kind face and wide-set eyebrows that gave him a young, yet professional look. The man gave Kyuhyun a sense of security he hadn’t felt in a while.
“Come on in Mr. Choi,” Kyuhyun said, leading the way into the house, closing the door behind them both.
He watched as the man stopped and stood in the middle of the foyer, looking around. They stood like that for about five minutes before he turned around to face Kyuhyun.
“It was definitely a good idea to call me,” he said, staring seriously at him, an almost grave expression settling on his features. “Let me see the bite mark.”
Kyuhyun nodded and lifted his shirt up enough for the man to see the bruised bite mark that marred his hip. He reached out to touch it but as soon as he made contact, he retracted his hand almost as if Kyuhyun has burned him.
“What? What is it?” Kyuhyun exclaimed, startled.
Mr. Choi stared wide-eyed at Kyuhyun before saying, “I don’t think I should be here.”
“What?!” Kyuhyun looked desperate.
“Whatever gave that to you does not want me here. At all. And I am almost positive that me being here is going to make your situation a lot worse than better. I’m sorry, but I have to go.”
“What do you mean you have to go?” Kyuhyun moved to block the entrance, “So you’re saying that I’m not really imagining things and something really is here?!”
“Yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying and I promise you, the longer I stay here, the worse off you’ll be.”
Mr. Choi moved Kyuhyun and exited the house, leaving Kyuhyun behind spluttering, confused, and worst of all, frightened beyond belief.
He leaned against his front door and slid down, face buried into his arms. That’s when he heard it. A sort of breathing near his left side and if it were possible, his heart leapt from the speed it had increased by. Something that resembled the feel of a hand was moving up his side, slowly making its way upward.
Kyuhyun’s head snapped up and the feeling stopped. He looked frantically around but whatever it was, it wasn’t there anymore. But he knew it would come back as soon as he was vulnerable again, and there was nothing he could do about it.
Night seemed to fall incredibly fast and Kyuhyun refused to turn any lights off. He brought a throw blanket to the couch and turned the TV on, wrapping himself up in the covers, pretending that everything would be find as he stared at the television show.
He must not have realized he had dozed off, because the moment he woke up, his blanket was slowly being pulled off of him against his will and all the lights had been shut off. He felt paralyzed, half with fear, half with confusion. However, the fearful side was slowly gaining as he took in his surroundings. Out of the darkness, he saw a pair of red eyes staring down at him and he could feel himself on the verge of hyperventilating. A row of white, sharp teeth were flashed in a maniacal grin, and that paired with the piercing, red eyes had Kyuhyun staring wide.
He felt cold hands come to inch up under his shirt and the need to run bubbled up so intensely inside him that he felt himself shoot up and dash towards the nearest light switch, hoping to seek refuge in the ability to see. He heard a sort of growl behind him as he dived for the light and as he flipped the switch, he was crashed into from behind and sprawled onto his back, held captive by what he could only describe as a dangerously beautiful man.
The red eyes felt like they could peel off every single layer of his soul and its teeth were bared. You could see black, leather wings expanded from its back, but as soon as Kyuhyun’s eyes landed on them, they shrank away into nothingness and they were no longer visible.
Kyuhyun had seen pictures of an incubus, and this was definitely not the way they were depicted. They were horrid, ugly and deformed beasts but he was anything but the sort. He looked, well, like a man, but you knew it wasn’t. He had a sort of demonic presence, ominous and fierce and Kyuhyun could do nothing but stare. He knew he should’ve been afraid, but seeing the stark differences between what he believed was haunting him and what it actually was, he couldn’t help but feel relief. It had short dark hair and dark, tanned like skin that heavily contrasted with the red eyes. He was beautiful and frightening at the same time. But as he began to start what he came for, he became nothing but frightening. He also wore absolutely nothing, the bare, toned chest rising evenly.
Kyuhyun had read that the male incubuses would only go after women to either impregnate them, or get what they wanted and kill them. Since the first was impossible, Kyuhyun only knew one thing, he was going to die tonight and this demon was going to kill him.
Then those cold hands began to creep their way up Kyuhyun’s shirt again and he shivered, repulsed by what was happening. He tried to pull the hands away from his body but to absolute no avail. Frustrated tears settled in and panic was rising in waves.
“Just sit still and stop your whining.” The voice was a hiss, slightly high pitched but deep at the same time and Kyuhyun felt like it was echoing around his brain. The voice matched the beauty of the demon’s face and it had the same effect on Kyuhyun. He stared back up into the demon’s face, intrigued and confused by the effect he had on him.
The flight instinct delved away into nothingness as the demon’s lips found his in a slow-paced kiss. He sat for a second, stunned, but the lips on his were moving so convincingly that he began to move his with the other’s. The demon smiled an evil smile and his hands were at Kyuhyun’s shirt again and he was pulling at the fabric again. This time, Kyuhyun felt almost obligated to oblige as he lifted his arms over his head and let the demon remove it. He didn’t know why he was doing the things he did, it was like his body was moving without him and his brain was okay with it.
It lowered its mouth to Kyuhyun’s now naked chest and bit down, causing Kyuhyun to gasp and hands to move to the dark hair, trying to pull him away. But it didn’t budge and he began to lick and suck at the spot and pain quickly turned to pleasure as the demon’s tongue began to swirl on other parts of his chest. He then took a nipple into his mouth, softly biting and sucking as Kyuhyun moaned wantonly, not knowing that such a place could be so pleasurably sensitive.
The demon raked his nails down Kyuhyun’s sides and watched as Kyuhyun’s back arched into him beautifully like he had never seen before.
Kyuhyun felt the demon lick a path from his chest to the waistband of his boxers, breath almost leaping from his lungs and outward. What exactly was going on? This wasn’t what he wanted and yet all the will to run had escaped him. He felt like he was put under that same paralyzing, erotic dream and yet this was real. This was very real. And the prospect of death when it was over had Kyuhyun’s hope expiring quickly.
He felt those cold fingers slip under the band of his boxers and tug, feeling the night air on his sensitive, exposed skin.
He heard a chuckle and a growl, the cold hand fisting his member, twisting and tugging slightly. It had the desired effect because he felt himself grow hard, no matter how much he tried to force himself not to. His mind and his body were two separate entities by now and yet they were one in the same. He wanted it, but he didn’t.
The demon’s pink tongue flicked out and licked the head before him, relishing in the look on Kyuhyun’s face as he watched him bring his lip into his mouth, biting it until the skin was white.
He relinquished his hold on Kyuhyun and crawled his way up his body slowly. He sat up with knees on either side of Kyuhyun’s waist, nails coming up to dig into Kyuhyun’s chest. Kyuhyun moaned in ecstasy, what should’ve hurt him doing nothing more than helping the hardness in his nether regions.
He leaned down, forearms coming to rest by the sides of Kyuhyun’s head, tongue sweeping past his lips to lick Kyuhyun’s before he attached his mouth to the one under him. He nibbled and sucked, tilting his head slightly to deepen the kiss. Their lips moved with eachother, no thought being spared as it got even more intense. Kyuhyun’s lungs burned from the lack of oxygen, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.
They broke apart, breaths mingling in the small space between them as the demon ran his hand down Kyuhyun’s chest, trailing down to the pair of balls beneath his erect member, gripping and tugging them with his hand. He watched as Kyuhyun bit his lip again, eyes squeezed shut.
Lips found their way to Kyuhyun’s neck, licking and biting the entire surface. He pulled back and examined his work, sure that the marred skin would stay that way for as long as possible. The hand ceased the fondling of his balls and he traced his index finger down to the pair of plump, white cheeks.
Kyuhyun gasped, fear rising in his chest. This was the part he was not ready for. Kyuhyun was in no way a gay man and had never been with a man in his life. He didn’t know if he could handle such a thing. He felt those cold hands spread his cheeks apart, the unfamiliarity of that part of his body being exposed sending shivers down his spine.
He stared the demon in the face, almost pleading for something he didn’t know. He knew he didn’t want this, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to handle it, but there was a look of promise on the face before him and it almost made him want to get it over with himself. He watched as the demon brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking and coating the digits with his saliva, staring at Kyuhyun all the while. He stared fixatedly as it brought the coated fingers back down toward his backside, shivering as the wetness trailed against his skin, cooling it.
That’s when he felt that breaking sensation as a finger was shoved into his tight hole. His back arched farther from the carpet than it had before, but this time it was pain not pleasure. He tried to scramble his way from the hot white fire but there was a grip on his hip and he almost cried out as the finger began to move inside of him, fast and needy.
Kyuhyun began to shake his head, streaming a mantra of, “No’s,” and, “I can’ts,” when he felt a hand leave his hip and grip his member, the pleasure filling his senses. He almost forgot the pain as he was pumped and lips met his. He almost refused and turned his head, but a tongue was shoved in his mouth. He couldn’t help but respond and he moaned as the demon sucked on his tongue. The good feelings were short lived as he felt another digit shoved in his too tight hole. He groaned in pain, tears stinging his eyes as he felt the stretch of those two fingers.
What seemed like an eternity later, the fingers were removed. The relief was short lived, however, as he realized what would follow. His legs were spread apart and he felt the demon maneuver his way between them. His hips were slightly raised and he threw his arm over his face as he anticipated what would happen next.
He felt something blunt press against his entrance and his arm was pulled away from his face. He was forced to meet those blood-red eyes and a chill ran down his entire being by the intensity he found there.
“I want to see your face, don’t try to cover it again.”
The voice was harsh and commanding and Kyuhyun was more than entranced.
As he stared, he felt his whole body tense and shoot with white-hot fire as the demon pushed himself into Kyuhyun’s hole. He couldn’t hold back the scream that escaped his lips and he heard the demon groan in what could only be described as pleasure. He didn’t even wait for Kyuhyun to adjust before he moved, viciously and relentlessly.
Tears yet again welled in the corner of Kyuhyun’s chocolate eyes as he felt abused and disgusting. Never before had he felt the way he did at this moment and there was nothing he could do about it. The demon grabbed his hips, wrapping Kyuhyun’s legs around his waist and that’s when something changed. Something inside him was brushed and he felt a jolt of pleasure in the pit of his stomach. The angle was kept and Kyuhyun let the first moan leave his lips. He was shocked as he heard a chuckle from the demon.
A hand was wrapped around his weeping member and was pumped at the same speed as the erratic thrusts. He felt arms reach under his, and he was lifted from the carpet, only to have his back slammed into the nearest wall, legs wrapped tightly around the demon’s waist. He continued to thrust up and Kyuhyun knew he wouldn’t last long. The fast-paced thrusts left him gasping for air and he felt a sort of pleasure he never thought he could feel. He let loose, moans and groans escaping easily from his lips, urging the demon onward. He didn’t know at what point he let go, let the demon do what he wanted, but for some reason, all fears of eventual death left him, even if it seemed irrational, the continuation of the pleasure coursing through his body too much to allow any train of thought.
This time, the demon was caught off guard as Kyuhyun initiated the kiss, almost slow and sensual and time seemed to stop as the last few thrusts were given and Kyuhyun came long and hard into the hand that had never left him. The demon slammed his hand in the wall by Kyuhyun’s arm as he groaned and came, lips never leaving Kyuhyun’s.
The broke apart and the demon smirked at Kyuhyun as they stared at eachother. Realization had yet to hit him as the demon pulled out, releasing Kyuhyun and allowing him to slide down the wall, exhausted. The demon stared down at him, contemplating on what to do next. He had to go, his needs satiated and he no longer needed the human before him. However, he had grown fond of him in the past couple of weeks and he felt a sort of attachment towards him. Kyuhyun looked back up at him, the situation collapsing on him and he felt fearful again. He watched as the demon sort of grinned, before disappearing. He stared at the empty space where the demon once stood, confused and relieved. He did what he only could; he stood up slowly, measuring the damage inflicted on his body. He made his way to the bathroom, wondering to himself if what just happened really did.
The demon just disappeared. Kyuhyun felt like he had just been part of some outlandish one night stand with a mythological creature. The weird thing was, it was true, he really did just have an outlandish one night stand with a mythological creature. He looked himself in the mirror, running his hands over the marks on his neck and chest, shocked and almost aroused by the way he looked. He was marred with angry, red marks, his hair was spread out in every direction, and his lips were bruised and red. And yet, there was only one alien emotion on his mind. He couldn’t wait for the demon to return.
A/N: Sooo...this was just randomly inspired but a scrolling session on tumblr when I was:
1. Horny
2. Saw some gifs for Evanescence's Going Under
I kinda wanted to do a kind of dark, smutty one-shot but somehow I feel like I only succeeded with the smutty part OTL. I kept trying to make some sort of happy ending and I had to slap myself and erase it because I knew that wasn't what I was going for. But yeah, I don't think I really succeeded, it was still a kind of happy ending. Stephen King, teach me your ways. Oh, and I wanna talk about the incubus in this. It's not really the gory, disgusting kind that everyone thinks about. I kinda wanted to keep the same concept of it, but make it beautiful, and who better to make things beautiful? Donghae. Obviously. So yeah, basically he's just a demon with an incredible sex drive. orz. See, dark writing and me don't go well together ;A;
Pairing: KyuHae
Rating: NC-17
Summary: One tries to live their lives as ordinarily as possible. Anything that doesn’t fit that set of normality will be cast away into the recesses of our mind, only to be conjured up again at our most vulnerable and insecure moments. It is when we’re alone that our mind turns on us and brings forth myths and superstitions that, in a manner of speaking, bring out the worst in us. We become frightened and alarmed and our mind hears what it wants to hear, sees what it wants to see. At these times, we seek a light, whether it’s a literal form of such, or just a form of comfort. However, light will not always end in relief. Yes, it brings forth the reality of life, let’s you see that you were just dreaming. But sometimes, the reality was not really a dream, and there is no waking up.
Wings slicing through air. They didn’t sound like those of a bird, more like a bat, but an incredibly over-sized one. Kyuhyun shook his head and continued walking. Unless there was some way for an abnormally large winged bat to be flitting around the skies of Seoul, Kyuhyun didn’t really feel the need to be intrigued by it. It had been a long and stressful day and he was sure he was probably just mistaking the sound of his own breathing for the sound of wings. It certainly wouldn’t surprise him. There had been a lot of strange occurrences lately. He would wake up in the middle of the night with a cold sweat after an incredibly arousing dream, yet unable to move. He had seen many documentaries on sleep patterns and he knew that forms of sleep paralysis existed and were pretty common. It was just the fact that it had happened so often lately, always following the same odd dream, that had him so perplexed. However, movement would always come back to him after he calmed down and he figured to just let it be.
He made his way home and drew the keys from his pocket, fitting the metal into his door and turning, then pushing his way into his house.
There was that eerie feeling again.
Kyuhyun never really believed that people could feel others watching them. He heard it all the time and didn’t grasp the concept of it at all. Until lately. He understood what they meant and he now felt it all the time. He had never really felt weary of living by himself before but it was during these nights that he deeply regretted moving out of his friend’s house. He desperately needed someone there to comfort his anxiousness but he slapped himself and was forced to suck it up. He made his way to the bathroom, removing articles of clothing on his way there, too tired to postpone his sleep any longer, but he needed a shower. By the time he made it to the door, he was already free of all clothing and headed straight for the shower, pulling back the curtain and turning the water on. He cowered away from the cold liquid, waiting for the it to heat up before he stood under it. Then there was that feeling again. The feeling of being watched and he refused to close his eyes, even with the threat of water falling in them. He was afraid that if he closed them, he would open them to some horrific sight and that would be the end of him. He quickly shampooed his hair and scrubbed down. That’s when he felt a warm breeze of some sort brush his ear. He whipped around, trying to find the source of whatever it was.
His breathing quickened, the feeling of not being alone caving in on him and he tried desperately to calm down. He noticed a crack in the wall behind him and he deducted that, with it being summer and 110 degrees outside, even though it was passing 11 o’clock, the wind could have easily slipped through the crack and caused whatever he felt. This helped to calm him down exponentially as he rinsed off and wrapped a towel around his hips. He carefully stepped out of the tub and made his way to the bedroom.
He opened a drawer and pulled out a pair of boxers, patting himself down with the towel and slipping them on. He swiped the towel through his hair, not bothering to completely dry it before crashing onto his bed, letting himself drift into nothingness, the feeling of not being alone never leaving him.
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Kyuhyun woke up that next morning to sunshine streaming through his window, feeling a sense of relief from the face of daylight. This had been the first night he had been able to sleep through soundly without any interruptions. It was one of the only Saturdays that he had off and he definitely wanted to make the best out of it. He slipped out of bed and stretched; only to have a slight stinging sensation originating from his hip cause him to jump back and cringe. He looked down, and right on his hip bone laid a very impressive bite mark. He stared at it in awe and confusion, ending in a sense of horror over the fact that he, living alone, was bitten by something with some form of human teeth, the only difference being the more pronounced indentations that lead him to believe that whatever did this to him had two very sharp teeth. Kyuhyun was scared, overly so, and the realization that the happenings of the past two weeks were not coincidental were sinking in and fast. Something was in his house.
He didn’t know what it was, but he had seen enough demonic horror movies that his imagination was filled involuntarily. The fact that the experiences were getting worse, if the bite mark was any indication of that, made Kyuhyun feel vulnerable and weak and he had absolutely no idea how to deal with such a thing. So, he did the only thing he really knew how to do: deny it.
The bite mark was irrevocably substantial to the fact that something was really going on, but Kyuhyun just didn’t want to accept the fact that things like this really did exist and that whatever it was, it had grown some sort of attachment to him.
Kyuhyun groaned.
These sorts of things were supposed to happen to the damsel in distress, not him. He was just a regular guy working for a regular job and-Kyuhyun cackled. The thought that was flung into his mind definitely didn’t make him feel better but it was humorous nonetheless. The demon’s gay.
Kyuhyun swore to himself for his idiocy and decided to be a little more productive by pulling the laptop out from under his bed and setting it down at his desk, pulling the lid up and powering it on. As it booted up, he swore he heard dull footsteps approach him from behind, but he ignored it, instead reaching for the blinds and opening them up all the way. He felt some sort of security as he soaked in the warm sun and busy city below.
He looked back to his laptop and saw that it was ready to go. He opened his browser and went straight into research. He begin to search for demonic forces, vampires, or something of the sort, yet nothing he found matched with the occurrences that had happened around him lately.
Until he got to incubus.
Usually begins with overly sexual or erotic dreams.
Check. Kyuhyun had almost always been woken up from strange wet dreams and although he did have them on occasion, these were vivid and detail and seemed to last through the entirety of the night. They left him aching and tired and restless.
Some wake up to marks left on their skin, such as, but not limited to: scratch marks, bite marks, burns, bruises, etc.
Check. Kyuhyun’s hand went to his hip.
The rest of the testimonials lead Kyuhyun to believe that they had been dealing with whatever it was much longer than he had before any sort of physical contact had been made.
Kyuhyun slammed his laptop shut and sighed exasperatedly. This is ridiculous, he thought. There’s no such thing as demons.
He stood from his desk and made his way to the kitchen, preparing himself a simple breakfast consisting of a bowl, milk, and cereal. He made his wait to the couch, settling himself on it and switching the TV on.
He stared blankly at the screen, trying to clear his mind and forget the fact that there could possibly be something after him in his own house. No matter how hard he tried to deny it, however, that mark left on his hip was undeniable and he had to force himself to come to terms with the fact that yes, there’s more to this world than what he might think or wish for.
What he had to do now was find out some way to get rid of it. And that’s exactly what he would do. He got up and grabbed the phone book, pulling out his phone as well.
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The man he called was meant to be there at 6 o’clock and Kyuhyun waited impatiently by the door. His heart quickened at the thought of what might happen. He had seen plenty of time from different sources of media what could happen when an exorcist enters the home of someone haunted by a demon. He had never really thought it was possible before, that it was all acting and special effects, but the fact that things like this were happening and that they may very well be real, had him believing in almost anything.
There was a knock on the door and Kyuhyun’s head snapped up, almost running towards it and flinging it open for the man outside. He was tall and handsome, but with a kind face and wide-set eyebrows that gave him a young, yet professional look. The man gave Kyuhyun a sense of security he hadn’t felt in a while.
“Come on in Mr. Choi,” Kyuhyun said, leading the way into the house, closing the door behind them both.
He watched as the man stopped and stood in the middle of the foyer, looking around. They stood like that for about five minutes before he turned around to face Kyuhyun.
“It was definitely a good idea to call me,” he said, staring seriously at him, an almost grave expression settling on his features. “Let me see the bite mark.”
Kyuhyun nodded and lifted his shirt up enough for the man to see the bruised bite mark that marred his hip. He reached out to touch it but as soon as he made contact, he retracted his hand almost as if Kyuhyun has burned him.
“What? What is it?” Kyuhyun exclaimed, startled.
Mr. Choi stared wide-eyed at Kyuhyun before saying, “I don’t think I should be here.”
“What?!” Kyuhyun looked desperate.
“Whatever gave that to you does not want me here. At all. And I am almost positive that me being here is going to make your situation a lot worse than better. I’m sorry, but I have to go.”
“What do you mean you have to go?” Kyuhyun moved to block the entrance, “So you’re saying that I’m not really imagining things and something really is here?!”
“Yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying and I promise you, the longer I stay here, the worse off you’ll be.”
Mr. Choi moved Kyuhyun and exited the house, leaving Kyuhyun behind spluttering, confused, and worst of all, frightened beyond belief.
He leaned against his front door and slid down, face buried into his arms. That’s when he heard it. A sort of breathing near his left side and if it were possible, his heart leapt from the speed it had increased by. Something that resembled the feel of a hand was moving up his side, slowly making its way upward.
Kyuhyun’s head snapped up and the feeling stopped. He looked frantically around but whatever it was, it wasn’t there anymore. But he knew it would come back as soon as he was vulnerable again, and there was nothing he could do about it.
Night seemed to fall incredibly fast and Kyuhyun refused to turn any lights off. He brought a throw blanket to the couch and turned the TV on, wrapping himself up in the covers, pretending that everything would be find as he stared at the television show.
He must not have realized he had dozed off, because the moment he woke up, his blanket was slowly being pulled off of him against his will and all the lights had been shut off. He felt paralyzed, half with fear, half with confusion. However, the fearful side was slowly gaining as he took in his surroundings. Out of the darkness, he saw a pair of red eyes staring down at him and he could feel himself on the verge of hyperventilating. A row of white, sharp teeth were flashed in a maniacal grin, and that paired with the piercing, red eyes had Kyuhyun staring wide.
He felt cold hands come to inch up under his shirt and the need to run bubbled up so intensely inside him that he felt himself shoot up and dash towards the nearest light switch, hoping to seek refuge in the ability to see. He heard a sort of growl behind him as he dived for the light and as he flipped the switch, he was crashed into from behind and sprawled onto his back, held captive by what he could only describe as a dangerously beautiful man.
The red eyes felt like they could peel off every single layer of his soul and its teeth were bared. You could see black, leather wings expanded from its back, but as soon as Kyuhyun’s eyes landed on them, they shrank away into nothingness and they were no longer visible.
Kyuhyun had seen pictures of an incubus, and this was definitely not the way they were depicted. They were horrid, ugly and deformed beasts but he was anything but the sort. He looked, well, like a man, but you knew it wasn’t. He had a sort of demonic presence, ominous and fierce and Kyuhyun could do nothing but stare. He knew he should’ve been afraid, but seeing the stark differences between what he believed was haunting him and what it actually was, he couldn’t help but feel relief. It had short dark hair and dark, tanned like skin that heavily contrasted with the red eyes. He was beautiful and frightening at the same time. But as he began to start what he came for, he became nothing but frightening. He also wore absolutely nothing, the bare, toned chest rising evenly.
Kyuhyun had read that the male incubuses would only go after women to either impregnate them, or get what they wanted and kill them. Since the first was impossible, Kyuhyun only knew one thing, he was going to die tonight and this demon was going to kill him.
Then those cold hands began to creep their way up Kyuhyun’s shirt again and he shivered, repulsed by what was happening. He tried to pull the hands away from his body but to absolute no avail. Frustrated tears settled in and panic was rising in waves.
“Just sit still and stop your whining.” The voice was a hiss, slightly high pitched but deep at the same time and Kyuhyun felt like it was echoing around his brain. The voice matched the beauty of the demon’s face and it had the same effect on Kyuhyun. He stared back up into the demon’s face, intrigued and confused by the effect he had on him.
The flight instinct delved away into nothingness as the demon’s lips found his in a slow-paced kiss. He sat for a second, stunned, but the lips on his were moving so convincingly that he began to move his with the other’s. The demon smiled an evil smile and his hands were at Kyuhyun’s shirt again and he was pulling at the fabric again. This time, Kyuhyun felt almost obligated to oblige as he lifted his arms over his head and let the demon remove it. He didn’t know why he was doing the things he did, it was like his body was moving without him and his brain was okay with it.
It lowered its mouth to Kyuhyun’s now naked chest and bit down, causing Kyuhyun to gasp and hands to move to the dark hair, trying to pull him away. But it didn’t budge and he began to lick and suck at the spot and pain quickly turned to pleasure as the demon’s tongue began to swirl on other parts of his chest. He then took a nipple into his mouth, softly biting and sucking as Kyuhyun moaned wantonly, not knowing that such a place could be so pleasurably sensitive.
The demon raked his nails down Kyuhyun’s sides and watched as Kyuhyun’s back arched into him beautifully like he had never seen before.
Kyuhyun felt the demon lick a path from his chest to the waistband of his boxers, breath almost leaping from his lungs and outward. What exactly was going on? This wasn’t what he wanted and yet all the will to run had escaped him. He felt like he was put under that same paralyzing, erotic dream and yet this was real. This was very real. And the prospect of death when it was over had Kyuhyun’s hope expiring quickly.
He felt those cold fingers slip under the band of his boxers and tug, feeling the night air on his sensitive, exposed skin.
He heard a chuckle and a growl, the cold hand fisting his member, twisting and tugging slightly. It had the desired effect because he felt himself grow hard, no matter how much he tried to force himself not to. His mind and his body were two separate entities by now and yet they were one in the same. He wanted it, but he didn’t.
The demon’s pink tongue flicked out and licked the head before him, relishing in the look on Kyuhyun’s face as he watched him bring his lip into his mouth, biting it until the skin was white.
He relinquished his hold on Kyuhyun and crawled his way up his body slowly. He sat up with knees on either side of Kyuhyun’s waist, nails coming up to dig into Kyuhyun’s chest. Kyuhyun moaned in ecstasy, what should’ve hurt him doing nothing more than helping the hardness in his nether regions.
He leaned down, forearms coming to rest by the sides of Kyuhyun’s head, tongue sweeping past his lips to lick Kyuhyun’s before he attached his mouth to the one under him. He nibbled and sucked, tilting his head slightly to deepen the kiss. Their lips moved with eachother, no thought being spared as it got even more intense. Kyuhyun’s lungs burned from the lack of oxygen, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.
They broke apart, breaths mingling in the small space between them as the demon ran his hand down Kyuhyun’s chest, trailing down to the pair of balls beneath his erect member, gripping and tugging them with his hand. He watched as Kyuhyun bit his lip again, eyes squeezed shut.
Lips found their way to Kyuhyun’s neck, licking and biting the entire surface. He pulled back and examined his work, sure that the marred skin would stay that way for as long as possible. The hand ceased the fondling of his balls and he traced his index finger down to the pair of plump, white cheeks.
Kyuhyun gasped, fear rising in his chest. This was the part he was not ready for. Kyuhyun was in no way a gay man and had never been with a man in his life. He didn’t know if he could handle such a thing. He felt those cold hands spread his cheeks apart, the unfamiliarity of that part of his body being exposed sending shivers down his spine.
He stared the demon in the face, almost pleading for something he didn’t know. He knew he didn’t want this, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to handle it, but there was a look of promise on the face before him and it almost made him want to get it over with himself. He watched as the demon brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking and coating the digits with his saliva, staring at Kyuhyun all the while. He stared fixatedly as it brought the coated fingers back down toward his backside, shivering as the wetness trailed against his skin, cooling it.
That’s when he felt that breaking sensation as a finger was shoved into his tight hole. His back arched farther from the carpet than it had before, but this time it was pain not pleasure. He tried to scramble his way from the hot white fire but there was a grip on his hip and he almost cried out as the finger began to move inside of him, fast and needy.
Kyuhyun began to shake his head, streaming a mantra of, “No’s,” and, “I can’ts,” when he felt a hand leave his hip and grip his member, the pleasure filling his senses. He almost forgot the pain as he was pumped and lips met his. He almost refused and turned his head, but a tongue was shoved in his mouth. He couldn’t help but respond and he moaned as the demon sucked on his tongue. The good feelings were short lived as he felt another digit shoved in his too tight hole. He groaned in pain, tears stinging his eyes as he felt the stretch of those two fingers.
What seemed like an eternity later, the fingers were removed. The relief was short lived, however, as he realized what would follow. His legs were spread apart and he felt the demon maneuver his way between them. His hips were slightly raised and he threw his arm over his face as he anticipated what would happen next.
He felt something blunt press against his entrance and his arm was pulled away from his face. He was forced to meet those blood-red eyes and a chill ran down his entire being by the intensity he found there.
“I want to see your face, don’t try to cover it again.”
The voice was harsh and commanding and Kyuhyun was more than entranced.
As he stared, he felt his whole body tense and shoot with white-hot fire as the demon pushed himself into Kyuhyun’s hole. He couldn’t hold back the scream that escaped his lips and he heard the demon groan in what could only be described as pleasure. He didn’t even wait for Kyuhyun to adjust before he moved, viciously and relentlessly.
Tears yet again welled in the corner of Kyuhyun’s chocolate eyes as he felt abused and disgusting. Never before had he felt the way he did at this moment and there was nothing he could do about it. The demon grabbed his hips, wrapping Kyuhyun’s legs around his waist and that’s when something changed. Something inside him was brushed and he felt a jolt of pleasure in the pit of his stomach. The angle was kept and Kyuhyun let the first moan leave his lips. He was shocked as he heard a chuckle from the demon.
A hand was wrapped around his weeping member and was pumped at the same speed as the erratic thrusts. He felt arms reach under his, and he was lifted from the carpet, only to have his back slammed into the nearest wall, legs wrapped tightly around the demon’s waist. He continued to thrust up and Kyuhyun knew he wouldn’t last long. The fast-paced thrusts left him gasping for air and he felt a sort of pleasure he never thought he could feel. He let loose, moans and groans escaping easily from his lips, urging the demon onward. He didn’t know at what point he let go, let the demon do what he wanted, but for some reason, all fears of eventual death left him, even if it seemed irrational, the continuation of the pleasure coursing through his body too much to allow any train of thought.
This time, the demon was caught off guard as Kyuhyun initiated the kiss, almost slow and sensual and time seemed to stop as the last few thrusts were given and Kyuhyun came long and hard into the hand that had never left him. The demon slammed his hand in the wall by Kyuhyun’s arm as he groaned and came, lips never leaving Kyuhyun’s.
The broke apart and the demon smirked at Kyuhyun as they stared at eachother. Realization had yet to hit him as the demon pulled out, releasing Kyuhyun and allowing him to slide down the wall, exhausted. The demon stared down at him, contemplating on what to do next. He had to go, his needs satiated and he no longer needed the human before him. However, he had grown fond of him in the past couple of weeks and he felt a sort of attachment towards him. Kyuhyun looked back up at him, the situation collapsing on him and he felt fearful again. He watched as the demon sort of grinned, before disappearing. He stared at the empty space where the demon once stood, confused and relieved. He did what he only could; he stood up slowly, measuring the damage inflicted on his body. He made his way to the bathroom, wondering to himself if what just happened really did.
The demon just disappeared. Kyuhyun felt like he had just been part of some outlandish one night stand with a mythological creature. The weird thing was, it was true, he really did just have an outlandish one night stand with a mythological creature. He looked himself in the mirror, running his hands over the marks on his neck and chest, shocked and almost aroused by the way he looked. He was marred with angry, red marks, his hair was spread out in every direction, and his lips were bruised and red. And yet, there was only one alien emotion on his mind. He couldn’t wait for the demon to return.
A/N: Sooo...this was just randomly inspired but a scrolling session on tumblr when I was:
1. Horny
2. Saw some gifs for Evanescence's Going Under
I kinda wanted to do a kind of dark, smutty one-shot but somehow I feel like I only succeeded with the smutty part OTL. I kept trying to make some sort of happy ending and I had to slap myself and erase it because I knew that wasn't what I was going for. But yeah, I don't think I really succeeded, it was still a kind of happy ending. Stephen King, teach me your ways. Oh, and I wanna talk about the incubus in this. It's not really the gory, disgusting kind that everyone thinks about. I kinda wanted to keep the same concept of it, but make it beautiful, and who better to make things beautiful? Donghae. Obviously. So yeah, basically he's just a demon with an incredible sex drive. orz. See, dark writing and me don't go well together ;A;