Where Illusion Ends and Happy Life Starts
Written for @lonelyeyesweek
Day 3 - Fantasy AU
Jonah is an incubus. Mythical creature no one can resist and madly fall for them every sense, physical and emotional, immediately. Jonah himself of course is immune to such a silly human feeling as love. Though he might feel a bit of fondness towards one particular human who keeps resisting his charms…
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“I am home,” an elegant gentleman in his forties announces himself upon returning to his flat. He is slender and not that tall; he is thin but his confident posture would easily make you miss that fact. His brown hair is catching glimpses of silver and there are signs of wrinkles on his face but it only adds to his charm. He is quite happy with how he looks. At least till he walks past a mirror.
He frowns. Maybe he is a bit too thin and a bit too small. Also the suit seems a bit boring. Maybe he might try to exchange the tie for a bowtie? He stretches and he gets a bit taller and a bit chubbier, hair turns blond as it has been a while since he had lighter hair color. His clothes shift with him as if it was only an extension of his body. (It is.)
He frowns a bit more. No, he is too chubby now. Or maybe just still not tall enough? Also today is not his blond hair day… He stretches again, taking a new form. He gets a bit taller and more muscular hair completely black.
No, definitely a mediocre high and slender figure is more his style. What if he went for a mustache? Or maybe he could make his hair curly? Maybe he could also try long hair… It is so hard to decide how one wants to look when their options are unlimited. Well almost. There is always one constant that is staying exactly the same – his gray eyes. Important token helping him to keep his sense of self intact.
Incubus could probably spend a few hours picking a perfect new look for himself (and sometimes he does) but something catches his attention. Even if he cannot decide what shape his nose should have he can smell the scent of something being baked very recently. Still not fully settled on one look he heads into the kitchen.
“Here you are Peter. You have not even come to welcome me!” He catches his partner doing something over the counter. Peter is much taller and overall bigger than most of the form the incubus takes. His posture is also much more awkward like he would wish to disappear half of the time someone is talking to him. That is of course impossible as Peter is, unlike him, very much human.
“Jonah! Ah, sorry I wanted to finish this before you came home. How was your day, my dear husband?” he asks, not blinking an eye to Jonah’s still unstable shape as he quickly covers whatever he has been working on till now.
“Wonderful. I’ve been quite lucky today. I met today two very pleasant gentlemen who were up for a threesome. They’ve really fucked me quite properly. Both at once. And they actually had quite some stamina. It really took them few rounds to collapse. Filling me again and again in all the possible ways…”
“That sounds lovely. I am happy you had fun!” Peter nods cheerfully. As he always does in their routine small talk.
“You aren’t even a bit jealous?” Jonah hugs him from behind.
“I see no point in it as there is really nothing I could do about it. They are all dead aren’t they?” his husband… might have a point and so he changes the subject.
“Any preference about my look for the evening?” Incubus whispers to his ear while his hands slide a bit lower as he is trying to turn an innocent hug into something more.
“Not at all,” Peter answers cheerfully and pushes Jonah’s hands away from his hips. “I told you; I am as interested in your looks as I am interested in sleeping with you.” Jonah scoffs and retreats, leaving the man alone heading to their living room.
“Still playing hard to get?” He falls on their coach and he finally lets his appearance settle – short ginger hair, way too many freckles, rather small body frame. He usually ends up in this form. He would not call it his favorite but this was how he looked when he first met Peter…
“And yet you still keep trying,” Peter laughs. There is not even a glimpse of blame in his voice. The human knows Jonah simply cannot help himself but keep trying. He also knows that the moment he would give in, Jonah simply could not help himself but kill him. It is not as if Jonah really wants to lay with Peter that badly, he knows that he will regret and miss him afterward when that finally happens… unfortunately it is simply in Jonah’s nature.
As humans cannot deny themselves food for way too long, Jonah simply cannot retrain from seducing people feeding on them. He needs to do that to survive - price for all the perks of being an incubus. And it is impossible to sleep with someone without completely draining them of their life. It is also great fun and very enjoyable and he never wants to stop before he squeezes every last bit of life out of his victims… Just as much as his victims would not even think about resisting him.
Well usually.
Peter Lukas is a real conundrum to him.
They met in a bar one evening. Jonah deemed him to be an easy catch when he engaged in conversation with him. However after Jonah suggested they could move it elsewhere instead of agreeing and ending up in his bed as another one of his meals he just blushed a lot and invited him on a date? Jonah was confused. Maybe even a bit frustrated. However, he was also very intrigued.
And so they met and as pleasant as some of their chats were they never led to anything. Peter just wanted to spend time together which was a very alien request for more and more aggravated Jonah who kept asking himself the question ‘what is wrong with Peter?’ He should be irresistible to all humans, completely rewriting their sense of attraction, twisting whatever preference they used to have to himself and multiplying it.
Nevertheless Peter seemed to be completely immune to his charms. Well the supernatural ones at least. Though he showed no interest in going to bed with him he very soon confessed his love. Jonah naturally laughed at him. In the end he revealed him the truth about himself and his way of life. Peter did not seem to be too bothered by it and by that point Jonah must have admitted he was deeply fascinated by the man. Jonah is the predator here and what more is Peter than stupid prey refusing to be eaten, yet begging for his attention.
And so when Peter proposed, Jonah said yes. Why not in his immortal existence change things up for a while after all? This little game of domestic bliss sounded like fun. Funny short lived paradox of incubus in a committed relationship.
“Close your eyes. And don’t you dare to grow some more!”
“I already told you that is not how my shape shifting works.” Jonah complains but obliges in the end. Peter settles something in front of him.
“You can open them now,” he allows him and the incubus is welcomed by the sight of delicious looking chocolate cake. He does not actually need to eat but also he is able to. And cake is one of his favorite meals.
“Cake for dinner? Why?”
“It is our anniversary!”
“Oh… already?” they could not be together for a year “Thank you. I have not gotten you anything…” Jonah admits and he realizes he feels a bit guilty for forgetting. He has not kept track because he did not believe their joke of a marriage could last even that long. Yet here they are.
“It doesn’t matter. It is just another day… I just wanted to give you something. How do you want to spend the evening?”
“I could give you a blowjob? Just a quick short one. You could even survive it… Of course if you decided to bury your lovely cock right inside me… But if you preferred me doing the work I could climb on your lap and ride you. Just imagine it, your dick sliding in and out.. Oh I could take you in so well…”
“Are you finished?” Peter sighs. During his monologue he already cut two pieces of cake.
“More or less… I could give you more details if you wanted…” Jonah shrugs and switches their plates because Peter has given him what appeared to be a smaller piece.
“No need to. It indeed is a very original idea I have never heard before. I will have to think about it for a bit,” Peter puts on a dramatically thoughtful face. Jonah rolls his eyes.
“Fine. Then I think there is a new episode of Paradise hotel. Or wait maybe that’s on Saturdays and today is a new Bachelor coming… or is it Big Brother? But one of those for sure!”
“You know that I hate these types of reality shows…”
“Well you asked me what I wanted to do and I gave you two whole options, Peter. I wonder what your problem is.”
“I will just rather not ask at all next time.”
“You say that every time, my dear,” Jonah grins as Peter sighs and gives him a quick kiss on his cheek. Jonah smiles and cuddles into him. He takes a bite of his cake and it indeed is very delicious. This is actually quite nice. He would not mind playing this game on a happily married couple for a few more months. Maybe even years…
However, one should not get him wrong. He still wants to drain the life out of Peter. And he is certain he shall one day. But for now… incubus finds this illusion of domestic bliss surprisingly nice.