Demons fic - The Knowing and Not Knowing
Title: The Knowing and Not Knowing
Characters/Pairings: Mina, Ruby, Father Simmons, Galvin, Luke, Jenny, Galvin/Luke, mentions on Galvin/Jay, one-sided Ruby/Luke
Rating: NC-17 (might be slightly lower, I'm not too sure)
Summary: Mina knows, suspects long before they do
Warnings: Slight crossover with Merlin, but not obvious. My first even slightly smutty piece? I think that deserves its own warning...
A/N: Beta'd by the lovely Alichay!
Mina knows, suspects long before they do. This isn’t the first Van Helsing she’s known, and if she continues to play her cards right it won’t be last either. Do they all think the Van Helsing abilities were given to them by a good fairy or something equally pretty? No, there’s a darker reason behind them, one that makes their ‘grade ‘em and smite ‘em’ policy a tad hypocritical. She can tell that soon, very soon, Luke is going to find out that nothing good comes for free, and that his ‘cool powers’ demand that he pay a price.
Father Simmons sighs, saddened by a memory of long ago. The boy reminds him of someone he once knew, and well he might; after all, Luke is his descendant. He too knows what is coming and can only hope that Luke can find an…arrangement as secure and pleasing as his sort-of son did. Is it foolish, he wonders, after all he has witnessed to wish for a happy ending for a boy he barely knows? A boy so very like a boy he did know, so very, very well, so very long ago.
Galvin hopes, though fears at the same time. He wonders if Luke will have the same…condition his father did. He knows it’s wrong, just as wrong as with Jay. But it’s been so long since Jay’s death, and he’s been lonely, has missed their intimacy. So he watches, and waits.
Ruby dreams, still believes in Prince Charming. She genuinely thinks that Luke will one day realize his feelings for her. That one day they’ll have their happy ending. She ignores the fact that he’s fallen deep into a world where happy endings have no place. She couldn’t know, wouldn’t know what is coming. And so it doesn’t.
Luke is completely oblivious. He knows things are happening to him; externally and internally, but he certainly doesn’t expect this latest development; he’s far too naive. So when the burning sensation begins, he ignores it. But it slowly becomes worse and worse, until it seems to fog over everything and eventually he can’t take it anymore.
He’s been good at covering it up, and no one seems to have noticed anything apart from his vaguely-aware mum and his ever astute Godfather. He’s therefore not altogether too surprised when Galvin sends both Ruby and Mina home that night, leaving the two of them alone.
He ‘s, however, surprised that when the fiery tendrils inside of him become too much and he collapses Galvin picks him up and carries him off to some bedroom. But after that his mind clouds up with so much wantneedmust to be surprised anymore.
He seems to come in and out of awareness; first he’s lying on a bed, then his clothes are gone, then Galvin’s leaning over him and his legs are wrapped around his Godfather’s waist and Galvin’s inside of him and they’re huffing and rocking together in a way Luke’s never known before, but which feels like sin of hell and the pleasure of heaven all wrapped up in one. He comes harder than he ever did with any previous girl he’s been with, and the last thing he notices before blacking out, is that the burning sensation is gone.
Jenny cries, knowing that her son is turning out just like his father. That Luke, for whatever reason, will become just as close and reliant on Galvin as Jay was, and that there’s nothing she can do.