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He’s so hungry.

Unfortunately no one tastes good anymore. He’s tried. He gets sick immediately afterwards, but at least the hunger is staved off for a good couple of days every time.

And you know why? Because Luke had to go and plant the dumbest idea in his head, and now he can’t think of anything else.

Regular food? Payton’s got him covered.

Incubus food? Stellis has a wide variety of beautiful single fish who are looking for a good fuck daily. Fish who don’t know who he is, who will never find out who he is. Because he meets them as a faceless individual, before molding himself into whomever they desire, in order to squeeze the euphoric pleasure out of them until the very last drop.

“That’s dangerous,” Luke scolds him. “What if someone drugs you and you’re unable to escape? Or the amount of STD’s that you’re now susceptible to? Or if someone discovers your identity and decides to sell you to the media? Marius!”

Okay first of all. Marius is a demon. Human drugs don’t work on him.

Second of all. Marius is a demon. Human diseases don’t work on him.

Third of all. Marius doesn’t think Luke knows that the sex he has whenever he feeds is usually within dreams. It’s too big of a risk, so Marius has rarely ever had a physical relationship with another person (though he won’t deny he’s had quite a few), even though the taste is more potent and staves off the hunger longer.

But don’t blame Marius for that one. He’d tried to tell Luke the first time Luke had berated him. Luke had just cut him off with more admonishment.

So Marius had proceeded to tune him out until Luke had ended his entire tirade with, “Let me help you.”

Completely serious.

Determined too. Deadass.

For what reason, Marius doesn’t know. He doesn’t even want to poke at that implication with a ten foot pole.

So there’s that.

“Didn’t know you were that eager to get into my pants,” Marius had said mockingly. “But no.”

And that too.

Yeah Marius is going to say no. Why the fuck would he not? That’s his recruit turned love rival turned friend turned kinda best friend (one tier below Rosa, no one will ever dethrone Rosa) turned let’s not even touch that last one.

And what kind of dumbass idiot would invite someone like that into their bed when the other person only sees it as a helping hand, but it means something else to said dumbass idiot entirely??

Not Marius.

So why is he straddling Luke in Luke’s bed?

The nerve of this guy. Unbelievable.

“Dreams, Luke. You have to be asleep for this,” Marius says, raising a finger. Get off Luke’s lap.

Luke raises an eyebrow up at him, his short hair fanned out around him against the bed sheets. “But I thought you said something physical helps prolong the period between feeds.”

“It does.”

Luke’s cheeks color, and he turns his gaze away slightly, murmuring under his breath. If Marius was human, he probably wouldn’t have picked up the incoherent mumbling. “Then let’s just do it like that.”

Marius blinks, the corner of his lip curving up slowly. Warily. Defenses shooting up and up and up. “You don’t have to go that far.”

“You’re just going to find someone else if I don’t,” Luke scoffs. “I’d rather do this than have you going off on your own again.”

“You know it wouldn’t make a difference. I’ve been doing this ever since I turned twenty,” Marius says.

“It doesn’t matter to me,” Luke says earnestly, looking up at him with soft eyes. “I just don’t want you to have to keep doing it.”

“And what if I like doing it?” Marius jeers. “What if I like the thrill?”

Luke frowns. “You wouldn’t have gone to me if you wanted to keep doing it.”

“You didn’t really give me a choice.”

“I gave you many outs.”

“And you kept blocking all the exits.”

“I wouldn’t.” Luke grabs at Marius’ wrists, where Marius had kept his fists loosely clenched atop of his thighs, bracketing Luke’s waist. “You’re still allowed to leave. I just,” Luke swallows, squeezing lightly. “Don’t want to see you going off somewhere potentially dangerous every couple of nights.”

…it’s not like Marius stays at those shady places. Just long enough to hook a victim in, doing enough to induce their arousal, before he leaves them wanting for more, opening a door for them to invite him through to their most devilish dreams.

He does have a sense of self-preservation.

Sometimes.

It’s up for debate.

“Fine, but if you really want to help me.” Marius flips their hands around until he’s the one holding onto Luke’s wrists. Marius smirks, bearing down on Luke with all of his strength, pinning Luke’s wrists above his head against the bed.

Luke doesn’t put up a struggle, and if Marius didn’t know any better, he’d think that the corner of Luke’s lips were twitching with amusement.

“Who do you want me to be?”

Luke’s face immediately shutters. “What?”

“Give me a name, and I can fulfill all your wildest fantasies. Just for a night.” Marius winks, but he doesn’t like the way Luke’s face starts hardening, all semblance of his earlier eagerness to help gone.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Luke asks slowly, carefully. Like he knows what Marius is insinuating, he just doesn’t want to believe it.

“Incubus have the ability to shapeshift,” Marius explains. “I can turn into anyone you want. Don’t worry about size, I already fit the tall and bulky role pretty well, don’t you think? But if you want someone a little more petite,” Marius hums in faux contemplation, before drawing his shoulders in to make himself smaller. “I can do that too.”

Luke furrows his eyebrows together. “I think you’re fine as you are.”

Marius clicks his tongue in exasperation. “Did you not hear me? I said anyone you want. I know I’m handsome and a dream, but come on, you have to have someone in mind.”

“Like this,” Luke frowns. “Like this is fine.”

Marius sighs. “If you’re worried about being embarrassed, you have my word that I won’t judge or tease you about your choices. Besides, I’m an incubus, I don’t care who I have to turn into. I can’t. I won't get a good meal if you don’t enjoy it.”

“I will enjoy it,” Luke enunciates. “If you stay like this.”

“Someone from NXX? Rosa and Artem I don’t mind, but if you want Vyn,” Marius snorts, his face darkening. “I’d question your preferences but I’ll still do it. Your detective friends? Your agent friends? Some other friend? Just give me a name.”

Marius doesn’t want to peek into Luke’s thoughts and desires if he doesn’t have to. That’s just an invasion of privacy. And even though Marius might do that to his other victims, it’s only ever out of necessity if they don’t end up giving him a name before things start getting steamy.

Luke is…a good friend. Marius doesn’t want to do that to him.

“Marius,” Luke says.

“Hmm?” Marius prompts.

Luke swallows thickly, flitting his eyes away momentarily. He curls his fingers, accidentally scraping his blunt nails against the back of Marius’ hands. “Von Hagen.” Luke’s face explodes in a bright shade of red.

Marius blinks, dumbfounded. Luke can’t possibly mean…what Marius is thinking. Of course, it should be obvious. But Marius doesn’t really believe it. “We’re gonna be here all night if you don’t give me a name soon.”

“I already gave you one.”

“You can’t be serious. Another name.”

Luke glares at him. “Why would I give you another one?”

Marius glares back. “Give me another name.”

“What? No.” Luke struggles against Marius’ grasp on his wrists. Marius has seen first hand just how strong Luke is, but his strength is laughable against a literal demon.

“Then I’ll find someone else,” Marius threatens. It wouldn’t be too hard, and the night is still young. He can go to any shady bar and immediately reel someone in, someone who won’t ask for Marius Von Hagen. And even if they do, they won’t know him.

They can have only the appearance, only his body. He doesn’t want to give Luke both in the same night. “You’ll forget this by tomor—“

Luke hooks an ankle around Marius’ calf and flips them both over, catching Marius by surprise. Wha—

Luke braces his hands beside Marius’ head, glowering down at him. “Why are you so insistent on me giving you a name?” Luke asks. “I gave you one. It’s the only name I’ll give you.”

Marius stares wide-eyed up at him, his lips parting slightly in shock. “Like right now or—?”

“Until you let me help you.”

“So I let you into my pants and you’ll give me a name. Sounds kinda counter-productive if you ask me.”

“Marius,” Luke warns. “I’m not giving you another name.”

“Is this like an honor thing or something? I already told you I wouldn’t judge you.” Don’t look at him. Don’t look at Marius with those eyes. He knows what that gaze means, but he doesn’t know what it is exactly that Luke wants.

“It’s not.” Luke curls his fingers into fists.

“Okay so if it’s not that, what’s the problem?” Marius snaps his fingers. “Are you worried they’ll find out? You know this will only stay between you and me.”

Marius is clearly going through the five stages of grief. He’s at bargaining, and he’s closing in on depression soon. He doesn’t think acceptance will hit unless Luke gives him a name.

Luke lowers his eyes. “Is it really so hard to believe that I want to do this with you? I thought we…got along better than before. When we first met, I mean.”

Yeah. But getting along better doesn’t grant them the right to have sex. Random people Marius may never see again? Sure. He’s emotionally detached and only physically attached for a single night. Other than a means of sustenance, it means nothing to him.

Luke, on the other hand. He actually means something to Marius, and Marius—Marius looks away.

Forget it.

“I’m willing,” Luke reassures softly. Marius flicks his eyes towards Luke to see him gazing meaningfully down at him. “You can feed from me. The question is if you’re willing.”

Hahhh.

That’s not even a question. Marius is willing. The real question is if either of them will regret it. This isn’t a dream, so Marius’ magic isn’t as potent. The best he can do is have Luke wake up tomorrow feeling like this was a dream, but he’ll still remember it.

Marius sighs through his nose. But that’s not a question he wants to ask. “You sure you don’t want to be dreaming for this?”

“It’s not as filling for you if it’s a dream right?” Luke asks. He gets his confirmation when Marius purses his lips together sourly. “We can do it like this.”

“Fine.” Marius smirks, all false bravado. No use putting up a fight now, might as well put his energy into ensuring this whole predicament turns into something advantageous for him. He reaches up to slide his fingers over Luke’s collar, thumbing the crooked folds before tugging Luke down. “But I get to decide how we do it.”

“Are you,” Luke trails off awkwardly, “always on the receiving end?”

Marius’ tail flicks out from behind him, looking at Luke over his shoulder. Marius is completely stripped bare save for his unbuttoned shirt, while Luke stands in only his briefs. He can see Luke trailing his eyes over the arch of Marius’ back as he stands behind him at the edge of the bed, with Marius on his hands and knees on the mattress. On one hand, to be precise. The other hand is currently preoccupied.

“Sometimes,” Marius says, exhaling through his mouth as he refocuses on his task. He drops his head between his shoulders, biting down on his lip when he buries his middle and ring fingers deeper inside himself. He scissors them, and swallows heavily, sweat rolling down the tip of his nose.

He can hear Luke’s rough breathing. Louder than usual.

Marius chuckles, his voice grating against gravel. “You can help, you know.”

“Oh. Are you—,” Luke clears his throat nervously,”—are you sure?” Like Marius hadn’t caught sight of the heavy tent in Luke’s briefs as soon as Marius had stripped off most of his clothing.

“Feeding takes more than just cum—,” Luke chokes,”—it’s also the pleasure that comes with it. So,” Marius smirks, slowly pulling his fingers out until his rim is only clenched tightly around the tip of his middle finger. “Would you enjoy fingering me, Detective Pearce?”

Luke groans, burying his face into his hands. “Don’t call me that when we’re doing this.”

“Why? Worried you’ll remember this every time I call you that in public? Would your name not have the same effect?” Marius asks smugly. He wiggles his hips, sliding his fingers back in halfway before spreading his hole for Luke to see. “You can slide them in. Size doesn’t bother me.”

When Luke doesn’t lift his head, Marius pushes in deeper, listening to the squelch of his slick walls. His tail flicks out, trailing the tip along Luke’s forearm until he reaches Luke’s hands. Marius makes sure his horns don’t accidentally spear themselves into the bedsheets when he presses his face into Luke’s mattress, inhaling the scent, before continuing to fuck himself slowly on his fingers.

The squelches are quiet at first, his fingers moving tantalizingly slow. Until he starts picking up the pace, wrapping his tail around the fingers of Luke’s right hand, moaning just a bit louder. And he’s not just making sounds.

“Luke,” Marius moans silkily. Hungry. Marius inserts a third finger, muffling a pleasured cry into the sheets. “Luke, come on—ohh. It feels lonely—ah!—if it’s just me doing all the work. It’s not fair. Touch me.”

Marius’ tail pulls Luke’s hand away from his face, and even though Marius can’t see him, he feels little resistance. It’s not until he feels a single rough digit circling around his stretched and sensitive rim does he let go, spreading his thighs wider so his dick can drip pre-cum freely onto the bed.

So Luke can get a better view of the pretty hole he’ll be fucking tonight.

“You really do self-lubricate,” Luke murmurs.

Marius huffs in laughter. He pulls his fingers out, and he feels Luke pulling away with him frantically, but he quickly grabs Luke’s hand before the other can get too far. Marius pouts over his shoulder, raising himself back up. “I’m not really tasting any pleasure. Are you sure you can help me?”

Luke opens his mouth, but Marius cuts him off.

“If you don’t feed me enough, I’ll have to go find a second meal,” Marius taunts, the goading smile never once waning.

Luke doesn’t look too happy about it though.

“Who knows, maybe they can feed me all night long. Maybe we can even create some new pieces of art together.” Marius ghosts his fingers seductively over his waist. “Did you know I bruise easily? Mmm, a new set of hand prints here, would be nice.” Before he goes lower, palming one of cheeks and spreading them, showing off his fluttering hole. He loves every second of seeing Luke’s face darkening. Is that arousal he sees? Or bloodlust? “Or here. Bright red and pulsing.”

“I get it,” Luke grits out. He bats Marius’ hand away, replacing it with his own.

Marius snickers triumphantly.

“Brat,” Luke scowls.

“Shut me up then,” Marius shoots back.

Luke hooks his thumb over Marius’ rim before inserting two fingers, immediately sinking them down to the knuckle. Marius holds his breath, feeling his stomach swoop out from beneath him when he feels Luke immediately start stretching him, even less patiently than when Marius had done it.

“Desperate?” Marius asks.

“Feels like you are,” Luke says, crawling over until he can plaster his chest to Marius’ back. He inserts a third finger easily. Wiggles and scissors his fingers. Pulls his fingers out so he can run his slick fingers down Marius’ balls, spreading the slick over Marius’ hard and aching dick.

Marius’ face grows warm, panting as Luke pumps his dick a few times, before inserting his fingers back into Marius’ hole to continue his lazy fingering. Marius grips at the bed sheets, the squelching growing louder and louder the faster Luke picks up his pace. His tail even loops itself twice around Luke’s wrist, holding him just in case he decides to stop.

Luke puffs out a breath of hot air over Marius’ ear, muttering darkly, “Listen to how wet you are.”

Marius moans, clenching down on Luke’s fingers. Luke rewards him with a kiss to his hair. And then a nibble to his earlobe.

Occasionally, his moans will turn into high-pitched cries, whenever Luke presses down or rubs over his prostate (which he had located easily). Luke’s fingers are long, but they’re not long enough. Something is on the verge of opening up inside him, but it won’t be reached by the tips of Luke’s fingers alone. Maybe something a little longer, with more girth.

Like the erection Marius feels pressing against the back of his thigh.

Luke licks a stripe over Marius’ shoulder blade, sinking his teeth just deep enough to create an imprint. Marius hisses. And Luke goes to another patch of unblemished skin to create another bite mark. Jerk doesn’t even stay to suck a hickey, his eyes clouding over whenever he pulls away and sees the teeth marks cleanly on Marius’ skin.

The cock he needs inside himself within the next three seconds or he’ll go crazy and just take it by force.

“Okay,” Marius breathes, and Luke detaches himself from Marius’ shoulder in a daze. His fingers are still buried inside Marius, dragging and spreading them in and out of Marius’ hole at a languid pace. “Fuck me.”

“Already?”

Marius clenches down on Luke’s fingers in retaliation, but his tone remains teasing and airy. “Have an obsession with fingering me?”

“It’d be nice if I could do it longer, just to make sure you’re properly stretched.” Luke frowns. But he still pulls his fingers out of Marius anyway.

Marius snorts. “You make it sound like you’re well-endowed.”

“Well,” Luke scratches at his cheek abashedly. “I think I have a normal size? People at the NSB usually disagree though….”

Marius raises a quizzical eyebrow, and Luke frantically backtracks.

“A-accident! It was an accident every time! We don’t usually get private showers, so we would just—,” Luke sighs. “Never mind.”

Marius snickers. “Whatever you say Luke. I’m not going to judge. Just put your cock in me within the next minute and I’ll forgive you.”

“You’re so forward. At least let me get some more lube.”

Marius rolls his eyes. Does Luke not remember the whole self-lubrication thing? Lube dampers the taste. “We don’t need it. And would you like me to be demure instead?”

Luke thumbs at Marius’ puffed rim, before he spreads Marius’ cheek, pressing the tip of his cock against Marius’ puckered hole. Marius’ stomach sucks into himself in anticipation, biting down on his lip when he feels the head breach him. “That’s even worse coming from you.”

And when Luke slides the first inch in, Marius holds his breath.

Because Luke’s thick. And Luke keeps going, pushing himself in further and further, spreading Marius wider and wider. Marius’ breath quickens, whimpering and mewling the deeper Luke goes. He feels himself splitting open in pleasurable pain.

Luke’s pants are just as heavy, stuttering on the incoherent noises caught in his throat. Marius feels good inside. He knows he does. He’s built for ensuring that his partner has the best sexual experience. Soft and warm and wet, perfectly inviting. He can even tell by the bruising grip Luke has on his waist.

It feels good for Marius too. It has to. Otherwise he won’t get a good meal.

But he’s not prepared for the way his womb suddenly opens up so readily inside of him, when Luke hasn’t even inserted himself all the way in yet. His eyes widen in alarm as more slick gushes out of his hole, in order to make the glide of Luke’s cock inside him smoother. He hopes Luke doesn’t notice, especially not when Luke pulls out and thrusts back in.

The volume of the squelching sound is obscene. There’s almost too much slick, dripping down the insides of Marius’ thighs.

Luke makes a strangled noise. “Are you supposed to be—“

Marius cuts him off by rocking his hips back, sheathing Luke’s cock deeper inside of him with a loud moan. Still not fully in, but Marius can already feel the head of Luke’s cock nearing a place most people don’t reach. Most people shouldn’t reach.

Either Luke is big, or Marius’ body is desperate to be bred.

“Deeper deeper, come on, deeper,” Marius begs headily, rocking his hips minutely as he drops his head and pants against the sheets. Luke helps him, thrusting in tandem with Marius’ undulating hips. Luke’s groans are a lot breathier, a lot hotter to Marius’ ears. “All the way, fuck me, ohh fuck. Don’t stop.”

Luke’s thrusts start increasing in speed, faster and faster, harder and harder. Every few passes has him hitting Marius’ prostate dead-on, and it will have Marius producing more slick, coating Luke’s cock until there’s little to no friction left. Just a hot and hard cock sliding wetly against his walls, spearing him open.

Marius moans wantonly, noisy with his babbles. Luke is no better.

With his next heavy thrust in, Luke finally manages to stuff the entire length of his cock inside. Marius cries out abruptly, a sudden and sharp pressure exploding in his abdomen.

There. Right there, it’s right there fuck. Luke’s big enough to reach it. Luke’s big enough to reach it.

Marius needs Luke to hit it again. He repeats the movement frantically, gyrating his ass back against Luke’s pelvis just so the hot head of Luke’s cock can rub up against that hard wall inside him, barring off a place Luke shouldn’t breach.

But Marius wants him to.

Marius whimpers, clenching down on Luke’s cock desperately.

More. More. More.

“Wha—,” Luke chokes, lurching forward and only catching himself with the grip he has on Marius’ hips.

Marius groans, another viscous line of pre-cum dripping from the slit of his dick from the pressure that builds inside him, just below the base of his stomach. He pulls away just an inch before rocking back on Luke’s cock. The pressure heightens, and he melts, moaning at the top of his lungs.

He’s about to continue, with the full intention of riding Luke like this, when Luke suddenly stops him, digging his nails into Marius’ hips.

“Wait, wait wait,” Luke pants. His breaths are heavy, cutting off with a low groan when Marius clenches his walls in irritation.

Why’d Luke stop? Marius twists his head around, just to watch as Luke pulls out halfway to circle his fingers around the base of his cock. His heavy breathing grows in intensity. Marius can hear Luke cursing under his breath.

Hmm? Marius smirks blearily. Is he really that good that Luke Pearce is having trouble holding back his orgasm?

Marius flicks his tail out, ghosting the heart shaped tip slowly down Luke’s chest, his touch feather light. Luke shivers and immediately grabs at it, pulling it away from him.

Of course he is.

“Why do you have,” Luke gasps, slowly letting go of his cock so he can lift his head to stare beeilderedly at Marius. “Is it actually—?”

Marius licks his lips, and pushes his hips back so he can sheathe Luke back inside him, as deep as he can go before he’s met with resistance. Marius moans, the pressure delicious against his stomach.

Luke’s grasp on Marius’ tail tightens.

“What do you think?” Marius purrs. “I’m an incubus with the ability to shapeshift. With women, I just feed mainly on their arousal, since it’s more potent. But with a man,” Marius rocks his hips forward before swiveling his hips back down. “Mmm, that might be a different story.”

Luke swallows, blushing from the tips of his ears to his collarbone. “And you….”

Marius’ smirk widens. He pulls off Luke’s cock and flips over onto his back, lifting his legs to show off his wet and puckered hole. He brings one hand down to spread his rim with two fingers, sliding the other one down to palm at his stomach. “You’re a detective, have a hypothesis yet?”

Luke trails his eyes down Marius’ body, his eyes darkening the lower he gets.

“If you need more clues,” Marius continues. He dips two of his fingers into his wet hole, his face flushing even warmer at the resounding squish of his slick. “One will show up directly on my stomach as soon as you cum inside me once.”

Luke crawls over him, keeping his eyes locked on Marius’ as he braces both of his hands beside Marius’ head. Marius brings his knees up higher, until they’re nearly pressing against his chest so Luke can fit between them, his cock curved heavily above Marius’ stomach. “Do you do this with every person you sleep with?”

Marius lifts the hand on his stomach, ghosting the back of his fingers against the head of Luke’s cock. Luke inhales sharply, before he snatches at Marius’ wrist, pinning it beside Marius’ head.

“Are you jealous?” Marius taunts.

Luke presses his lips together. “It’s dangerous with random people.”

“And you’re not worried? I’m the one who’s been with more people than I can count off the top of my head.” Marius smiles sharply, his stomach twisting uncomfortably. “And you’ll just be another tally.”

Luke lowers his eyes, dropping them to Marius’ collarbone. Which is better for Marius, because he was starting to feel sick. “That’s what you see me as?”

“About.”

“I thought we were friends.” Luke lifts his head, and Marius’ defenses immediately fortify. He doesn’t like the look in Luke’s eyes, dark despite its bright color, obscuring all the aces he holds. All the aces that Luke knows he holds.

Marius’ smile falters. “We…are. But you know that friends don’t really do what we’re doing right now.”

Luke leans down, bringing himself closer until their noses are brushing. “I know. Do you?”

Marius swallows, pressing himself harder against the mattress. Luke comes closer, and Marius’ eyes flutter shut, letting Luke grab at his other wrist to pin above his head with one hand, mirroring Marius’ hold from when they first started. “Maybe.”

Luke presses an open-mouthed kiss against Marius’ lips, and the tingling sensation of arousal sends shivers down Marius’ spine. It’d be a transgression if he doesn’t respond in kind, parting his lips to let Luke slither his tongue inside.

But Luke doesn’t. He pulls back minutely, pressing his free hand up against the underside of Marius’ thigh, stretching his lower back. Marius’ tail flicks out in response, circling around Luke’s thigh. “Then what are we.”

Marius’ disposition is hazy, drunk on his own arousal. He doesn’t need anything else. He just needs Luke to fuck him, fast and hard and deep. He hooks his free leg around Luke’s waist and attempts to pull him forward. Maybe he can just intoxicate Luke with his pheromones, and they can avoid this talk altogether.

But Luke doesn’t budge.

It’s frustrating.

It’s terrifying. And Marius is uncomfortable.

“Don’t do this with anyone else,” Luke commands.

And when Luke kisses him again—just as slow and tender as before, but filthier this time—Marius can do little but nod. Luke runs their tongues together, and guides Marius' other leg around his waist so Marius can hook his ankles together. When Luke bites down on Marius’ tongue, he grabs both of their cocks and ruts his hips, sliding them together with the help of their pre-cum.

Marius moans, feeling more slick drip out of his hole rather than out of his slit. Luke keeps stroking their cocks, alternating between fast jerks and slow slides. Marius slurps up whatever Luke feeds him, overflowing his mouth with all the saliva neither of them can swallow.

When Luke pulls away for air, Marius’ lips are shiny with their spit. “Inside,” he begs, his hole fluttering. He’s been empty for too long, and he’s growing ravenous. “Come on Luke, I can’t feed if you’re not inside me. Give me your cum. I want it. I need it.”

Luke swallows thickly and nods, guiding his cock back to Marius’ hole. He’s slow to slide in, but Marius moans in satisfaction all the same. Luke groans, especially when he slides in to the hilt.

“It’s not there,” Luke says coarsely.

Marius laughs. “Did you want it that badly?” He shakes his wrists out of Luke’s grasp, and Luke lets him go easily when he sees that Marius isn’t trying to escape. “You won’t reach it from this angle.”

Luke pouts, obviously embarrassed.

Marius pushes him away, lamenting at having to give up Luke’s cock filling him up for the second time tonight. He turns around and raises himself on all fours, craning his neck and arching his back so he can sway his hips at Luke. He even goes as far as to wrap his tail around Luke’s wrist to urge him forward.

“Come on detective,” Marius purrs, planting his face into the bedsheets as he reaches below him to spread himself with his fingers. It’s actually too slippery, so he has to insert two fingers and scissor them in order to gape himself. “Fuck me into the sheets and feed me your cum.”

Luke shudders, leaning forward to grasp at Marius’ hips, aiding Marius with his thumbs. “Do you—do you want me to be gentle?”

“Do I look fragile?” Marius’ tail unloops from Luke’s wrist and trails to Luke’s cock, tightening up around the base. Luke hisses, but if his reaction from before was anything to go by, he won’t last as long as Marius would like him to.

And Marius wants to prolong this, just to make his meal as delicious as possible.

“Break me.”

—

Marius takes it back. Luke is better than he gave him credit for. Not as good as some of his more experienced partners in the past, but Luke doesn’t move like a complete novice. So either Luke has done this before, or he’s been watching too much porn, or he’s just skilled at everything he does.

Marius doesn’t think too much about it.

Can’t, really.

He gasps and moans, his thighs quivering as he claws at the bedsheets. Luke keeps relentlessly pounding him from behind, hitting against the wall of his cervix at the end of each brutal slam in. Luke goes hard enough that it borders on the edge of pain, sparks exploding at the edges of Marius’ vision. It’s like Luke is fucking him with the intention of impregnating his womb directly, rather than just feeding him.

He can’t keep himself up on his knees, the only reason why his hips are still raised off the mattress being Luke’s vice grip on his hips. He’s going to bruise. With his sensitive skin, he’ll be wearing those marks for days.

“Luke, Luke, Luke—ah ah!” Marius cries, shouting over the loud squelching that reverberates around the room. He rolls his eyes to the back of his head in ecstasy, swallowing but still missing when another trail of drool drips from the corner of his mouth.

“Fuck,” Luke hisses. His next thrust in is a little uncoordinated, and Marius feels the tip of his cock slide past his cervix, slipping into a spot that has Marius screaming, Luke groaning loudly in tandem with him. The sheets finally give under the strength of Marius’ pull, his claws shredding through the fabric.

Tears spill from Marius’ eyes as he melts from the pleasure, and he tightens his tail around Luke’s cock, clamping tighter than any cock ring they would be able to find on the market. “There, there! Fuck—ohhh! Again, harder! Luke.”

Luke obliges. Sometimes he misses, sometimes he doesn’t, but it doesn’t matter, because he still manages to hit Marius’ cervix with each thrust, his cock big enough to constantly rub over his prostate with each pass. Marius can tell Luke’s consciously trying to aim for that small pocket of pleasure, but he’s not conscious enough to care that Luke does.

It feels good. Luke’s cock feels good. Marius is so wet from the pleasure that his thighs have become coated entirely with his slick. It’s so slippery, and it’s so loud. Even without the cum, the aroma of Luke’s arousal is mouth-watering.

“Mark me,” Marius exhales desperately, clenching his hole.

Luke chokes. He doesn’t respond for a few seconds, his hips stuttering as if his brain’s short-circuited. When he does answer, his words slur together with a moan.“H—fuck—how?”

“Any, I don’t care, just—,” Luke slams his hips into Marius’ ass, and he makes it home this time, hitting that spot just below Marius’ bladder that has Marius cumming with a choked cry. He’s crying, whimpering and wailing. It feels so good. Fuck. It feels so fucking good.

Luke folds over him, biting his nails into Marius’ hips painfully. His breathing is ragged, too heavy to be healthy. He even spills a little inside Marius from how hard Marius’ walls squeeze his cock. Just a little, and Marius only knows because he can finally taste the sweet cum at the back of his throat, filling his stomach with what he’s been starved of for so long.

A delicious meal.

Marius’ thighs twitch, and he finally unwinds his tail from Luke’s cock. He cranes his neck and meets Luke’s eyes, his heart jumping at the deep red that rings Luke’s pupils. A victim to his own demise. “Just make it last,” Marius gulps, biting back a moan when Luke pulls out the shortest inch.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Luke responds hoarsely. He thrusts back in, stuttering with a groan.

Marius keens. “Just do it. I want to see it for days. You said it yourself, friends don’t do this.”

Marius twists around as much as he’s able, showing off the toned lines of his stomach. Luke’s technically already cummed inside him, no matter how little, so the faded beginnings of the womb tattoo are already there, pulsing a light purple. It’ll grow darker the more Luke feeds him, turning pink when he’s full.

He palms at his stomach, summoning the rest of his strength just so he can smirk and goad Luke into cumming inside him raw, feeding him the best meal he’ll have ever since he became of age. “You’ve already marked me inside,” Marius says, his voice sinfully suggestive. “Mark me outside too.”

Luke squeezes his eyes shut, panting.

“You don’t want me doing this with anyone else right?” He already knows he’s won, he just needs Luke to follow through. “Then make me yours.”

“You’re so insufferable,” Luke hisses. He grabs at Marius’ hand and twists it behind his back, pinning Marius against the bed. Marius grins victoriously, his face smothered in the sweaty sheets.

Marius doesn’t protest, even verbally encourages it with a drawn out moan as Luke continues pounding into him. It’s still pleasurable, but he’s really able to enjoy it now that he isn’t desperately chasing after an orgasm. Every heady groan that falls from Luke’s lips, every pound against his cervix—deep enough that Luke’s cockhead just presses against his bladder and base of his stomach, every drop of cum that Luke spills inside him from time to time, he’s able to digest it all.

He loves it, gets drunk on it.

He moans Luke’s name shamelessly.

And when Luke finally cums, sunk deep enough that he’s spurting load after load of hot cum directly against the walls of his cervix and flooding his greedy hole, Luke sinks his teeth into Marius’ shoulder, piercing through Marius’ skin to muffle his shout. Marius’ soundless scream, on the other hand, doesn’t need any help being suppressed.

Luke is delicious. Marius’ wings come out unbidden, his fangs cutting into his bottom lip when he tries to bite down his moans, from both the taste and the pleasure. His tail loops around Luke’s thigh, encouraging the stuttering jerks and heavy grinds against Marius' plush ass, twitching as Luke comes down from the high of his orgasm.

The stinging pain in his shoulder only adds to his intoxication, licking over his lips as Luke detaches his teeth from the wound to meet Marius’ eyes. Luke’s eyes are rimmed a bright red now, hazed over as blood drips from his lips. Marius’ blood, to be precise.

Marius lowers his eyelids until they’re half-mast, luring Luke in until their lips clash, sliding over the other’s hotly. The taste of copper floods his tongue, the perfect complement to the potent sweetness. Marius is careful of his wings when he reaches his arm back, tugging at Luke’s hair to bring him closer, deepening their sloppy kiss.

His belly is deliciously warm, his insides well bred. The glowing, heart-shaped womb tattoo on his navel is proof of it. But the glow is dull, not as bright as it could be.

Does Luke know an incubus’ blood also acts as a heavy aphrodisiac? Marius only hopes he’s not dried out by the morning.

Marius bites down on Luke’s tongue, sucking it into his mouth. Luke shivers, grinding his hips against Marius’ ass harder in response.

The night’s only just beginning.

Marius feels incredibly refreshed the next morning. Even with the many bruises, bite marks, and hickeys—all of which he had begged Luke to mark him with—littering his skin, stinging harder than it normally would due to his predisposition.

Luke, on the other hand, looks like he’s on his premature deathbed. He wheezes, coughing as he chugs the fourth glass of water Marius had handed him as soon as he had woken up.

“More?” Marius asks, unable to help the amusement that bleeds into his voice.

“I’m good,” Luke croaks, coughing again into his elbow.

Marius huffs out a breath of laughter, before plucking the empty glass from Luke’s shaking hand. It’s a short walk to the dining table, where he sets the empty glass down. “How do you feel?”

“Like I died and got resurrected against my will before being flayed alive again.”

“Wow,” Marius snorts. “And I thought I was dramatic.” But to be fair, he did milk Luke dry. In a literal sense. He’s surprised Luke’s dick is still intact.

Luke sighs, palming at his eye. He’s still naked. “You’re always like this when you feed?”

Marius shrugs. Well. Not really. It’s just that Luke was…better than the others. It’s been a while since Marius had a meal that tasted that good…? So he kinda lost control of himself. Not that Luke needs to know that. “More or less.”

Luke winces.

Marius frowns. “You don’t need to do it again, I’ve got my fill for the next two weeks. I can find someone else after.”

A pregnant pause. 

Luke’s face darkens, turning his molten eyes towards Marius. Not that Marius doesn’t know why Luke’s mad, he’s just not expecting for Luke to actually be mad. “Someone else? You’re still going to find someone else?”

Marius sighs. “Listen, I get that you’re nice. Savior complex, I get it. But unless you’re going to be my boyfriend—“

“Okay.”

“—I’m not going to hook up with you as friends with—WHAT?!” Marius stares bewilderedly at Luke, widening his eyes until they’re hurting and drying in the cool morning air.

“Okay.” Luke repeats. “When do I start? I’d prefer today.”

“Are you—did you not hear what I said?”

Luke crosses his arms seriously. “I heard what you said. I’m saying yes.”

Marius narrows his eyes at him in suspicion. “Yeah okay. We’ll see how long you last.”

“Is that a challenge?” Luke asks, the corner of his lip raising. Cheeky. Marius doesn’t like it, because that’s his thing. “Bring it on.”

—

Luke lasts longer than Marius thought he would. Longer than that, and then some.

“As my boyfriend of the hour—,” Marius announces.

“Longer than that,” Luke cuts in, flipping over another page in his packet. It’s a pretty thick packet, hand-delivered to him specially from the NSB to his front door step by a covert agent themself.

Marius has seen a lot of thick packets in his lifetime, but this one takes the cake. The NSB is so pretentious.

“—you should take a break.”

“I’ll take one when you take one.”

“I’m taking one right now.”

“Oh,” Luke raises his eyes to meet Marius’, before he slides his gaze away when he sees the accusation within them. “Err, when I finish this page?”

“But I’ll be going back to working on my assignment when you finish that page,” Marius whines. He places his tablet onto Luke’s office desk, scribbled full of the notes he has been taking from his abandoned laptop on the couch.

Luke stares pointedly at him. “Why are you berating me when you’re only going to be taking a five minute break? Tops?”

“It takes you five minutes to read just one page?” Marius asks.

Luke rolls his eyes. “You know what I mean.”

“Maybe I don’t.” Marius smirks, making sure the curve of his smile is as tempting as possible. “Come remind me?”

Luke snorts. “Nice try. Three minutes,” Luke smiles softly at Marius. “Okay?”

No. Not okay. They’ve been working for hours now, and normally Marius would be fine with just carrying on. But Luke is supposed to feed him tonight, and Marius doesn’t want to drain him of all his remaining energy after he finally finishes reading through that monstrosity in his hands.

Marius could push it off for another day, insists actually, but it’s already been over two weeks, and Luke is getting concerned for Marius’ health.

Too concerned. Marius isn’t fragile, he can handle a little depravity once in a while. Besides, Luke feeds him well every time. Really well.

Which is why Marius would feel like the biggest piece of shit if he just lets Luke wear himself down like this. It’s either Luke’s work or Marius’ feeding, and between the two of them, Marius thinks he knows which one Luke would be more willing to put off.

Now he just needs a way to accomplish that.

“Fine.” Marius gets up and walks over to where Luke is sitting. Luke looks up at him quizzically, but he startles when Marius pushes him back against his chair by the shoulder, reclining it as he climbs onto Luke’s lap to straddle him.

The packet is left to slip out of Luke’s hand onto the floor.

Luke stares wide-eyed up at him in response, parting his lips in shock. Marius smirks down at him, hovering over Luke until Luke’s entire face is shadowed by his own. Marius knows how lighting works best out of everyone, so he knows that from this angle, the glowing pink of his purple irises is the brightest they’ll ever be.

Marius licks his lips. Luke swallows, clutching at the arms of his office chair. Marius can hear the leather creaking.

“How about this?” Marius pulls down the collar of his turtleneck, low enough for his leather collar to show. Marius tugs at it, digging the heart-shaped metal against his throat, hard enough to know it’ll leave behind a mark on his skin. His tail whips out from behind him, his horns extending from atop his head.

Luke’s eyes widen even further, swallowing audibly. “Mari—“

But he’s stopped by the end of Marius’ tail inserting itself into his mouth, dragging the heart-shaped tip over his tongue. Luke is hesitant to reciprocate the lick, but his mouth still salivates, slicking it up as he keeps his mouth parted, directly meeting Marius’ eyes. Marius shudders, watching as a dull red starts to ring Luke’s pupils.

It’s feeding time.

“I’ve been a naughty boy,” Marius purrs huskily.

Marius swivels his hips down and presses his pelvis against Luke’s abdomen, just shy of pressing his ass against Luke’s half-erect cock. He inserts his tail further into Luke’s mouth, down his throat, wiggling until Luke is choking. The electric tingles that travel up his spine from the sensation already has Marius dripping.

Marius leans forward and kisses Luke’s ear, reveling in the sounds of Luke’s labored breathing. “Punish me.”