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San could’ve been wrong. He very well could’ve. But he had that feeling in his gut that told him something was wrong about the dark haired stranger.
He’d been tracking a demon in the area for a while from reports of strange weather phenomena and the telltale tabloid articles of strange visitations and mysterious strangers that came with such a creature in an area. Demons were hungry, destructive creatures no matter their type and they left marks wherever they went.
San had been stalking out several seedy bars in the lower district of town when he caught sight of him. San observed him from a glass of whisky in the dark corner of the bar as he sat alongside a blonde haired boy trying to drown his sorrows in cheap tequila. For a moment San paid no mind to the stranger, brushing him off as just another prostitute trying to earn his keep by throwing out a lead to some sad soul.
But the way the attitude of the blonde changed so quickly-- with just one touch. How the stranger had the blonde laughing and touching back within minutes when so shortly before he’d been staring down the shot glass; needless to say it piqued his attention. San observed as the stranger quickly left the bar with the blonde alongside, a possessive arm wrapped around the blonde’s waist. Strangest enough, as the pair left, he could’ve sworn he saw the stranger’s eyes flash gold-- but it could’ve just been a trick of the light.
San returned to the same bar for another night, and to his prediction, the stranger returned. He swung through the entryway confidently, cloaked in leather and heavy kohl eyeliner, silver earrings dangling against his neck.
This time, San had positioned himself in a more obvious spot, hoping to catch the eye of the stranger. He stared, focused into his glass, not daring to look back to see what the stranger would do.
To his luck, the stranger came to him, stool scratching against the old wood. Up close and out of the darkness of the bar, San could see that he was quite beautiful-- brown eyes flecked with gold, soft features, long eyelashes, and a beautifully defined nose. He was the type to stand out.
“What’s a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this, hmm?” He was close enough to San that his breath was hot, his voice dripping like honey on San’s skin, making him shiver. Even with his immense warding, this boy’s powers had an affect on him. Demons could weaken boundaries and draw out long buried feelings, darkness and chaos and lust.
The brunette’s gaze was unfaltering. “I’m Yunho.” He breathed, “and you are?”
God, his powers were strong. San focused his energy on resisting him. “I’m San.” He responded, trying to steady the slight shake of his voice,
“You’re very beautiful, San.” Yunho said, his hand resting on top of San’s-- he could feel the warm energy rushing from where his fingertips connected, coursing through San’s body. A flush rose to San’s cheeks despite the parts of him that wanted to resist it, and he could feel the heat of desire coming to rest in his stomach, something stronger than just butterflies.
San tried to steady his feelings, reminding himself that the majority of this was a fabrication of the demon’s powers. He assured himself of his own strength through his warding, through his beliefs. He was not weak and would not be weakened by this demon prowling shady bars-- he was here to do what he had to do.
San plastered a smile across his face, thinking of how someone weak to this would act. “You’re quite pretty too, Yunho.” His voice came out shaky, but Yunho didn’t react negatively to it, obviously seeing it as a reflection of his powers working on San.
Yunho’s free hand moved to brush a strand of black hair out of San’s eyes, his hand skimming just part of San’s skin, sending waves of energy through him. “I don’t mean to be too forward, but I’d love to take you out of here.”
His voice was sultry, still sticky-honey. Sexy. San pushed the thought out of his head, unwilling to allow such a force to come over him. “I’d like that.”
And much like the blonde the night before, San was guided out of the bar by Yunho, his arm wrapped around his waist.
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The majority of the journey to Yunho’s apartment was lost to San, the words whispered to San distracting him as they passed under streetlights, through the avenues of the city. Yunho kept a hand on San’s thigh, his words hot on San’s neck, accelerating his arousal. The knot of desire in his stomach craved Yunho but he held it back, the clear part of his mind focusing hard as not to get lost in the power of the demon.
Yunho kept a firm hand on San through the hallway, possessive and San was sure it was to keep their connection. He unlocked the door quickly and closed it shut with a tap of his foot, pushing San quickly through. Yunho quickly had his mouth on San’s neck, wet kisses on San’s neck and it felt better than any other sensation San had ever felt, the electric sensation coursing through San’s body, fuck, he felt good. It was hard to keep track of things, his erection visible through his jeans.
Yunho stopped for a moment, towering just above San. “Tell me you want me.” His voice deeply alluring. It made San ache.
“I want you.” San said, trying to catch his breath. Without Yunho’s hand on him, it was easier to think clearly, but San was still wrapped up in it. “Please.”
“Follow me.” Yunho said, grabbing his hand and leading him into the bedroom, flipping the light on as they entered. As San’s eyes adjusted to the light, he observed the richly decorated and plush bed, how it felt like they’d been stolen from the grime of the city into the richly adorned past. It was gorgeous.
“We have some things to discuss before we start,” Yunho said, breaking from San again. He set aside his things on the oak dresser and leaned back. “Do you have a safe word? Do you want to use one?”
“I think the better question is if you have one…” He held the pause for a moment. “Since you’re going to be mine tonight.” San said, making Yunho raise an eyebrow.
“And what makes you think that?” Yunho asked cheekily.
San reached into his bag, pulling a pair of silver handcuffs. “Just an intuition.”
Yunho cocked his head at him, a soft smile gracing his face. “Red.” His voice was so lovely sounding, velvet against San’s ears. “But trust me, I won’t be using it.”
San had half a mind to say something, but he didn’t dare, only smiling back at him, a glint of mischief in his eye. “Undress for me.”
“Or what?” Yunho asked, his voice teasing.
“Do you really want to see?”
A blush grew on Yunho’s cheeks at San’s rough voice, full of dominance. “N-no.”
“That’s no sir. ”
Yunho’s eyes were wide. Not such a confident demon anymore.
“No sir.”
He began to undress himself, tossing his jacket and belt aside, pulling off his shirt to San’s searching eyes. He had a beautiful figure, broad shoulders and small hips, beautiful thick thighs that San could see through his black skinny jeans. San bit his lip, hard to resist how good it looked when Yunho finally removed his pants and boxers, releasing his large cock. Yunho didn’t say anything to San’s hungry eyes, waiting for instructions.
“On the bed for me.” This time Yunho obeyed, taking a seat with his legs crossed, waiting for San. “Now lie on your stomach with your wrists out for me. Keep your eyes closed.”
“Yes sir.” Yunho said, getting into the requested position. San realized how easy it was as he took the binding cuffs, securing them around Yunho’s wrists, closing them and sealing the charm. Immediately the warmth of Yunho’s powers drained from the room, exposing the parts that he’d been hiding from San, his horns poking through his hair.
“What the hell-” Yunho said, rolling onto his back and taking a moment to sit up. It didn’t take him long to realize, eyes narrowing at San. “ Hunter.”
“Demon.”
“I’d prefer if you called me something other than that generalizing slur. ” Yunho spit at him. “I’m an incubus.”
San had assumed so, the sex demon’s powers now dampened before him. But why had he chosen to coming to people in their physical form and not in their dreams?
“You know, I’m not one of the bad ones.”
San took a seat in the worn leather armchair, appreciating his catch that was fully nude before him. “That’s what you all say.”
“I never took anything that wasn’t given to me with free will. Besides, I need to eat.” Yunho said, his split tongue licking his lips.
“Blurring people’s boundaries isn’t free will.” San said, the lethal anger now heavy in his voice now that Yunho’s energy was gone.
“I only do that if I can already feel there’s an attraction to me.”
“Then what happened with me, tonight?”
Yunho smiled at him cockily. “You already know the answer to that.”
San wanted to kill the incubus right then and there. “Are you implying that I was attracted to you? Like that wasn’t just your own invention?”
“I’m not implying it. I know it.”
A pit of fire was growing in San’s stomach. “How dare you.”
With that, San stormed out of the room. He knew Yunho wouldn’t try to escape, he was too weak and undoubtedly hungry, and would remain there for whatever time it took San to prepare to kill him. San pushed a couch in front of the bedroom door anyway, ensuring that Yunho couldn’t escape.
San stormed around the apartment for some time, before deciding that he wouldn’t be able to do anything with as tired as he was-- something of Yunho had drained his energy, and he was beyond exhausted. He fell asleep on the couch in front of the closed bedroom, a blanket thrown over him and a half-scowl on his face.
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San felt a dark presence in his room when he awoke. The moon hung high in the sky but the darkness permeated everything, even the air stunk of it.
“I know you’re here,” San said to the darkness.
“You caught me,” the voice said, materializing out of the nothingness. A brunette clad in leather with golden eyes came to his bedside. “I just couldn’t resist.”
Something was familiar about the brunette, but San couldn’t place it. Just looking at him created a pit of need in his stomach, almost irresistible. “Do you know why I’m here?” The golden eyed stranger asked.
San shook his head.
“I want you.” His voice was sultry and just hearing it filled San with lust. “And I know you want me, too.”
San couldn’t deny what the golden eyed stranger said. Hovering upon him, San ached with need to touch him, feel him, be inside him, have him.
“Please.” San breathed, and the brunette came onto the bed, hands planted on either side of San. He laid a hot kiss on San’s neck, it turning quickly into a bite, something that was sure to leave a dark bruise.
“Even your sweat tastes good.” The brunette said. “You’re going to be mine, soon.”
San awoke with a jolt, a cold sweat on his forehead. Motherfucker. He hurried to the bathroom, flipping on the light to observe a dark bruise on his neck. His cock was pressing hard against his boxers, the only clothes he had left on. Motherfucker.
San moved aside the sofa, pushing open the door to the bedroom. He found Yunho sitting with his legs hanging off the side of the bed, staring up at the moon.
“You shouldn’t have been able to do that.” San said, angrily.
Yunho turned to look at him, the same soft smile still on his face. “My powers don’t need to be strong to reach you in sleep, San.”
“Why would you do that to me?” He felt furious, ashamed. Like the incubus had preyed on him.
“To show you what both you and I already know.” Yunho said, his voice soft. “And what was I supposed to do, since you left me to starve?”
“And what is it that we both already know?”
“That you want me and you’re too scared to admit it.” Yunho stood and approached San, still looking down on him. “That you need me.”
“T-that’s not true.”
Yunho smirked. “Then why are you so hard right now?”
San cursed his own body out for showing his hand. “Fuck you.”
“Come on San, giving in to me doesn’t corrupt your morals.”
“Yes it does.” San said through gritted teeth.
“Like I told you, I’ve never taken anything that wasn’t explicitly given to me first. And I think you know that.”
San couldn’t take it anymore. This fucking pretty boy.
“On the bed. Now.”
Yunho’s eyes widened at San’s command, but he didn’t argue. “Ass up.” San ordered, and Yunho got on his hands and knees.
“There’s lube in the bedside drawer.” Yunho said, and San went for it, quickly lubing up two fingers and wasting no time to work one inside Yunho’s hole. The incubus whined at the force, how San finger fucked him roughly before inserting another inside, working Yunho open, drawing delicious little moans out of him.
“You’re a slutty fucking incubus, you know that?”
Yunho was still whining like crazy. “Y-yes sir.”
“Say it.” San pressed another finger into Yunho’s now slippery hole, eliciting a loud moan. He was stretching him quick and fast, his fingers thrusting quickly and mercilessly. He curved them so to hit Yunho’s prostate, making his toes curl and him whine.
“I’m a-- fuck, sir, I’m a slutty fucking incubus. Fuck.” Yunho kept making small ah sounds as San kept hitting his sweet spot. “Sir, please if you just remove these handcuffs this will be so much - ah fuck - better for both--” His words were punctuated by a gasp- “Of us. Please.”
San paused for a moment, remembering how just Yunho’s lips had felt on his neck earlier, the way just a touch had sparked energy through him. How Yunho’s powers would feel --
San reached under his shirt, removing the string that held the key for Yunho’s cuffs. He unlocked them, Yunho adjusting so he could take them off. Quickly, his honey-gold energy filled the room. It was like San could feel the desire of the incubus within every molecule and fuck did it feel good.
“On your back, now. Let me see you.” Yunho laid on his back, his split tongue running over and over his bright red lips, seemingly from biting them. San ran his fingers through Yunho’s hair for a moment, grabbing at the end of the strand and pulling hard. Yunho whined, his brown eyes staring into San’s.
“P-please.” Yunho whined. “Touch my horns, sir.”
San spent a moment surprised at the request, but a teasing finger obliged, causing Yunho to whine loudly.
“Does that feel good, slut?”
Yunho’s whines sounded so needy. “Y-yes sir.”
San’s finger kept teasing the apparently sensitive horn, savoring in the lovely needy sounds Yunho was making with just gentle touches, whines and moans that spilled out one after another. “S-sir if you don’t stop I’m gonna c-cum like this--”
San pulled his hand away immediately. “You didn’t think I was going to let you, did you?”
Yunho shook his head. “No sir.”
Removing his boxers discarding them aside, San repositioned himself, lining himself up with Yunho’s entrance. Just his hands connecting with Yunho’s hips sent waves of energy through the two. “I can feel how needy you are, babyboy.” San teased. “I bet you’re so hungry, slut.”
“I really am, sir- ah--” Yunho moaned as San began to push his length inside his hole. The sensation of Yunho around him felt so fucking good, better than any sex San had ever had before, waves of energy crashing around him from Yunho’s pleasure. “Fuck, baby, you feel so good,” San groaned.
Yunho had one hand thrown over his eyes as San pushed the rest of his length inside, steadying himself, allowing Yunho to stretch to his size.
“Let me see your eyes, babyboy.” San said, fingernails digging into Yunho’s hips. He obliged, hand moving away and his eyes opening, showing that the beautiful browns of before had now turned full gold. Fuck, he was beautiful.
“Wanna touch your horns for me while I fuck you, babyboy?” San said, and Yunho nodded, biting his lip.
“P-please.”
San pivoted, pulling his cock out a little before beginning to thrust into Yunho, the intensity of the pleasure Yunho was feeling coursing like fire through the both of them, an added bonus to how good San felt. Yunho reached his hand up to rub tiny circles around the base of his horns, whines escaping through his bitten lip. He looked and sounded so pretty like this, infecting San with the immenseness of his pleasure.
San’s thrusts sped up, both of their sounds getting louder and louder with every passing moment. San could feel Yunho getting closer, his energy growing stronger and stronger, bursting through everything in bright color.
“I can feel how close you are, babyboy--” San groaned, focusing his thrusts to hit Yunho’s sweet spot, appreciating how Yunho’s whines melted into little uh-uh s with each thrust.
“Sir-- mmh-ah-” His words kept breaking with each thrust. “Sir, fuck--” He whined loud, bucking his hips against San. “Gonna c-cum, sir--”
“Come for me.” San ordered, his hand fisting around Yunho’s cock, giving it a couple pumps and brushing his finger against the sensitive head.
Yunho’s orgasm hit quickly, as he came in thick white spurts over his stomach, making an absolute mess, with a loud moan. His energy, too, washed through the room, making San feel amazing , hot and absolutely overwhelmed in pleasure: and it was the last push and few thrusts he needed before his orgasm washed over him.
It rocked through his body hard, fizzling through his nerves in honey-gold light. He came inside Yunho, pulling out at the last moment to cum on the incubus’ thighs as well.
San fell to Yunho’s side, lying with an arm thrown over his chest, both breathing heavily. San couldn’t deny it was the best sex he’d ever had, angry or not.
“Let me clean you up.” San said, peeling his sticky body away from Yunho’s. He padded to the bathroom to retrieve a damp towel. When he returned, Yunho’s energy was relaxed, satiated, calm, and it calmed San from his head to his toes. He set to work cleaning off the cum over Yunho’s stomach and thighs, pausing for a moment to notice that it was still leaking out of Yunho’s stretched hole.
Teasingly, San pressed his tongue up against his hole, pushing it inside for a moment and drawing a whine from Yunho, still sensitive. San finished cleaning him off, drawing Yunho into a hungry kiss, allowing him to taste San, their mouths open.
When they broke, Yunho flicked his tongue over his lips. “You taste really good, sir.”
San discarded the wet washcloth, pushing aside the covers and crawling underneath. Yunho’s relaxed energy making him feel sleepy and warm. Yunho crawled under the covers as well, the naked skin-to-skin contact all over making San feel even more and more drawn to sleep. Without another thought, he fell asleep curled up against the incubus.