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Night Rides Narrow Roads

Hi All!!

Here’s the 2nd part of Hanse’s Incubus story. I swear I’ll finish it up in part 3. Till then lol. Again this is for @negrowhat, my favorite story sounding board.

Find Part 1 here.

Warnings: Road head, fingering, it’s actually pretty vanilla but still 18 + About 5k words.

The evening was going…

You weren’t sure where it was going but it was definitely going. It definitely felt like full speed ahead. An hour ago you thought you would be naked with Hanse already. If you were being honest with yourself you hoped you both would be naked by now. But no,

Instead you were in an unfamiliar slightly seedy elevator of a very ominous office building. Hanse was at least holding your hand as the two of you ascended and the staticy speaker played what sounded like music. There were some things to think about in the seedy elevator.

“So this is gonna sound a little crazyy…”

And in theory you were sure you could handle anything. You raced cars for a living, under the radar of the police for prize money, legality wasn’t something you were nervous about. So when he had begun his explanation with that your chief thought had been what’s the big deal?

The big deal (if you were processing everything correctly) was that Hanse wasn’t human.

He was broadly a demon. Specifically an Incubus.

“Don’t worry I’ve never ever hurt a human.”

That information wasn’t impossible to believe. Every single partner you knew of at the races never disappeared after spending time with him.

The second part of the explanation was more confusing. Apparently Hanse was far from a one off. There was a whole parallel world of demons and supernatural creatures that lived in conjunction with humans without them knowing.

This was a lot to fathom. A whole other side of the world existing. He was taking you further into that other side because you had agreed to a little adventure. A little adventure. This felt more then little.

The speaker in the elevator gave up just as the doors dinged open. He squeezed your hand, his eyes were wide as he gazed at you. You felt like you could fall into the darkness of them.

“You’re taking this all very calmly.” His face settled into a soft smile, “I'm proud of you.”

You felt a blush spreading across your cheeks as he pulled you through the doors, “did you expect me to freak out?”

“I almost expected you to tell me to fuck off.” He chuckled.

“I already said I was down for an adventure.” You pushed. The hallway was dingy but it all seemed to be due to the poor lighting. From what you could tell things seemed at least clean.

“Yeah but you thought it was gonna be a sexy adventure.” He wiggled his eyebrows at you.

“Granted, but I agreed without you confirming it was gonna be sexy.”

His pace slowed and he came to a stop in front of a board attached to the wall.

Suite numbers were listed next to innocuous looking names like Rodgers and Phillips. You frowned expecting something a little more creepy like the lighting.

“Here he is,” Hanse worried the ring in his lip while he spoke softly to himself.

“You forgot the suite number?”

He turned to you and shrugged, “I don’t get many jobs from him anymore.”

“You pissed him off didn’t you?” You leaned forward, “you strike me as someone bosses would avoid.”

He chuckled again and made a thinking face, “I didn’t do anything,” he claimed.

“Oooooooo so you did piss him off..” Bantering felt much much better then trying to process all of the new information sitting in your mind. He pulled you along turning left at the sign. This hallway had slightly better lightening but not by much. You felt safe with Hanse which again made no sense but this was the path you were on apparently. He stopped in front of a boring looking door and knocked.

“Come in,” a voice chirped. He started to push the door open then stopped, “you sure? Once they know you know there’s no going back.” His face was close enough for you to gauge his worry.

“You think I can’t handle it?” You whispered, a little challenge in your voice. His face tipped into a smile, “just cause I have an oral fixation,” he leaned further forward, “doesn’t mean you get to put words in my mouth.”

You rolled your eyes and gently started to push him forward, “kind of a long way to go for that joke.”

He pouted a bit the door coming open behind him, “I thought it was funny.”

“You make everything harder then it has to be.”

The man in the chair was objectively beautiful. It was hard for you to do anything but stare. His skin was perfectly smooth, pale and taught over high features, his eyes were dark and vast sort of like Hanse’s without any warmth. His hair was dark navy blue, combed back. He sat behind an ornate wooden desk that was beyond neat. The name plate on his desk read simply, “Boogeyman.” The whole office spoke of someone who demanded order. It made you feel like you had to sit very straight in your chair.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Hanse was sitting a touch closer in a different chair, completely unaffected.

“You brought a human here.” The other man stated clearly. He shrugged, “she’s in the know, it’ll be fine.” He assured him.

“Hanse.”

“Seungwoo.” Hanse countered with the same gravity.

“Have some respect say my name properly.” Seungwoo’s gaze was becoming a glare.

“So sorry Snoo forgive me, now tell me what you summoned me for.” Hanse got all of one laugh out before Seungwoo’s eyes went from black to red. They burned into his face and his next sentence was spoken with incredible restraint.

“Boogeyman, I am The Boogeyman.”

You shivered, it felt like he could snap your neck in an instant. Maybe you should have waited in the waiting room with the nice receptionist? All of his attention was focused on Hanse but that didn’t mean you were safe. He stopped your impending panic by giving in, “yes, you are The Boogeyman….happy?”

The man in question bared what looked like fangs at Hanse before his eyes faded from red back to black, “don’t try and show off for your little friend.” His voice was even but it felt dangerous. He looked at you for the first time since you sat down, “how much in the know are you?” He asked. Those eyes, so deep. You shivered and tried to put together a response. It seemed important that you were respectful.

“She knows enough, can we get back to the job,” Hanse leaned forward, “you’re cutting into my time.” He scratched his neck, the picture of nonchalance. Seungwoo rolled his eyes and sat back in his chair.

“It’s a delivery for a very major demon.” He stood and walked around to the other side of his desk. “It’s also short notice but a rush job,”

“Of course.” Hanse quipped. “It’s always a rush job I swear…”

“Well everyone else rejected the summons so-”

“Wait that's an option?!” You hadn’t meant to say it out loud. You had meant to quietly, well maybe loudly yell it inside of your head. But it had slipped past your mouth. The Bogeyman in question looked up at you, he tilted his head in confusion. Hanse turned his eyes sparkling, “you said yes remember?”

“Because I thought you had to do this, like you would be in some kind of trouble if we didn’t show up!”

“I should have explained, I was trying to be fun and mysterious.” He actually laughed at that. He was the most unserious man, well, demon.

“Fun and mysterious?!!” You echoed loudly. Seungwoo cleared his throat. You held up your hand automatically warning him to wait, “two seconds.” You stated while you focused on Hanse.

“You really are a mess.” You blurted out, your heart started to hammer when a slow smile crept its way across his face. His tongue snuck out to worry his lip ring, “clean me up?”

“Hanse?!” Your stomach did a lazy flip and the feeling went decidedly south. The situation was so ridiculous, you could not entirely wrap your mind around it.

“Are you done?” Seungwoo did not look pleased. He rubbed his hand along his jaw, “the sooner I get the job explained the sooner you both can get the hell out of my office.” He sounded so exasperated, like he regretted Hanse showing up.

“Snoo, you know you missed me…” Hanse joked. The past five minutes in the office had been more than enough time for you to predict “Snoo” losing his temper. His eyes turned red again and his fingernails hit an instant growth spurt, becoming sharper, deadly. His fangs were on full display when he finally spoke.

“You fucking annoying disrespectful-”

“Focus!” You shouted, “the job!?” You squeaked once his attention was on you. For the second time the Bogeyman eyed you like you really were some sort of oddity, then he looked down again at Hanse, “I need you to deliver a few artifacts,”

“Easy.” Hanse declared. The Bogeyman rolled his eyes, “that’s not all, the shipment also includes a hellhound.”

This shut Hanse up very effectively. He started to bounce his leg, and chew his lip.

“How far?” He spat out like a spoiled child. This made Seungwoo smile, and what a smile. His smile felt like a warning, something wicked. You thought, you wondered for a moment if Hanse was capable of that too. Under all his teasing and warmth what was there? A monster with sharp fangs? You fidgeted with your hands and tried your best to file that thought away for later.

“Just a few hours,” Seungwoo provided, “his gated community is north of here near the coast.” Why was his voice so silky now? He had been terrifying not a minute ago. “Everything will be warded so you can’t activate them, and the hellhound is wearing a warded collar that under no circumstances comes off. Are we clear?” He leaned down getting closer to Hanse’s face. The tension filled the room with electricity.

“You do this and do it well and it will be worth a lot to us both.” He brushed some of Hanse’s hair out of his face then turned to me, “and you,” he stepped closer, his head cocked as if he was really looking at you with his deep eyes. You felt your face heating up in a blush. Which was odd, considering the circumstances.

“The more people you tell about this world the harder your life will be.” He got close enough to gently take your jaw in his hand. His grip wasn’t painful but there was power in the way he raised your head to meet his eyes. His perusal was slow and calculated, “hope you’re good at secrets.”

Everything about Hanse’s world seemed to be a knife’s edge. You were trying to balance yourself after the Bogeyman’s office. You had been genuinely afraid, what if you weren’t good at secrets? What if he found you when Hanse wasn’t with you?

“What are you afraid of?” You turned and Hanse was staring at you with such concentration your answer froze in your throat. You swallowed, and tried again to speak, “he doesn’t go around scaring people like the Bogeyman from the stories right?” You asked. You were in the lobby of the creepy building, he was going to retrieve the things you had deliver for the job. But he had stopped dead when the fear started bubbling up. He took your hand gently and stepped closer in front of you.

“He doesn’t. You don’t have to worry about seeing him again.” He took your hands in his and raised them to his lips. The action made you shiver, from fear back to something like lust. You felt like a mess watching him kiss your knuckles, “you’re safe with me, don’t be afraid.”

“Can you feel my emotions?” There were so many questions bouncing around in your mind. He let your hands go and nodded, “I smell and taste them.” He confessed, “I can also alter them but that’s only when I’m at full strength, and very near.” He added. Then he was turning again, “your fear tastes like the sharpest peppermint I’ve ever had on my tongue, it burns.”

“I’m sorry-”

“No, don’t apologize, I just thought you were going to ask me what fear tastes like.”

He stopped right in front of the lobby desk. A huge man, or you guessed a man shaped thing lifted a backpack onto the desk. Then walked around with a leash in his hand. Truthfully you thought the Hellhound would be huge, black, and terrifying. Maybe it would be a massive mastiff or a doberman? You found yourself leaning over trying to catch a glimpse. A puppy fought the man’s pull on the leash. It was black so you were partially right. It growled with everything it could manage in it’s little body as it sat on the linoleum floor getting dragged. Hanse extended his arm as far away from his body to take the leash. Once handed over the man grumbled his way back over to his desk, “goodluck.” You heard him say. Hanse looked down at the small black dog then back at the man, “this is the hellhound?”

The man nodded and made a dismissive motion with his hand, “yeah that’s it, now get out of here before I catch hell from upstairs.”

“I guess, I expected, you know, a big ole slobbering Hellhound. Not the cutest little dumpling I’ve ever seen…” You rubbed your nose with the puppy’s while he tried his best to lick you. We were hurtling along on the freeway headed north. There wasn’t much scenery to see at night and besides you had more than enough to concern yourself with. Hanse did not seem thrilled, he grimaced in the driver’s seat while you cooed and coddled your new friend.

“Hanse?”

“Hmm?” He hummed as he glanced your way.

“Is The Bogeyman an Incubus too?” You asked, the cutest little dumpling was curled onto your lap. He yawned before settling into what felt like a nap. Hanse shook his head, his grimace morphing into a smirk, “he wishes.” He said simply.

“Snoo can morph, change his shape to look like any being he wants.” He explained.

“Is what we saw in the office actually what he looks like?” Now that the initial shock was more or less gone, you had five million questions to ask and since the drive would be a couple of hours it seemed like a good time.

“Yes, give or take?” He rubbed his jaw, “whenever I’ve seen him change he always reverts back to that form so as far as I know that’s his actual face.” He granted. You noticed there were dark circles under his eyes, he brushed a hand over his face as he stared out at the road his car was speeding down. His eyes were low, he must be tired. You leaned towards him.

“Are you tired?” You put your hand on his arm, “you want me to drive?” This earned another smile, his tongue peeked out to worry his lip ring, “I’m not tired.” He inhaled long, holding his breath and savoring it.

“I’m hungry.” He corrected. The way he said it felt,..suggestive. You frowned, “get off the freeway and hit a drive through then?” It seemed like an easy fix.

“Food won’t help.” He said. You caught the way his eyes cut to your legs, “do you know what I thrive on?” What he thrived on? The answer seemed obvious but a lot had happened and your higher brain power was focused on everything else.

“What you thrive on?” You repeated softly. He left one hand on the steering wheel while he gently rested the other on your thigh. He was careful not to disturb the puppy, his big hand squeezed with the perfect amount of pressure. A jolt ran up your spin, you almost jostled the Hellhound.

“Maybe we should have the little dumpling ride in the back for a bit?” He pushed his hand a little higher up your thigh and tipped his head your way, “but he’s all comfy…” The whisper slipped passed your lips but it felt silly to protest. One touch and here was your body ricocheting back to what you had felt in his apartment. The slow burn started in your stomach then took a fun trip south to where his hand rested on your thigh. You tried to ignore the need to rub your thighs together because now really wasn’t the time. The delivery was on a time crunch. There was just no way but it was impossible to hide the change from him. His body picked it up instantly, he literally hummed in satisfaction.

“I have a blanket back there, little dumpling will still be nice and comfy.” His voice had dropped an octave, “I can pull over, we’ll settle him, then if you’re still feeling charitable maybe I can have just a little taste.” He squeezed again, “just enough so I’m not so…useless.”

He licked his lips, “but of course, the choice is yours.” He glanced at you again, “the choice is always yours.”

It wasn’t hard to believe him. In all the time you two had existed at the races there had never been a point when you deemed him a liar. Unserious and maybe sometimes annoying but not a liar. The silence killed his smile and he started to take his hand away, “but I get with everything you’ve seen tonight if it’s a no go.”

“I didn’t say that, don’t be impatient, I’m thinking.” You pushed. “You said if I’m still feeling charitable and,” you got as close to his ear as you could, “maybe I’m feeling just charitable enough.”

The car immediately began to slow down. He down shifted almost violently and aimed his car for the exit that was coming up.

“I am not a choosy beggar,” he said and that made you smile.

You laughed as he picked up the Hellhound and walked with him held out away from his body.

“Come on Dumpling it’s my turn with those legs.” He moved quickly around the car and settled him right in a blanket in the back seat, “see isn’t that comfy?” He cooed, you turned in your seat, “are you afraid of him?

“Very,” he gave the puppy one cautious pat before he closed the door. Then he was striding back around to your side.

“Why?” You asked when he stood in front of the passenger door hand on the handle. “Without that collar,” he popped the door all the way open, “he would be kinda like a corrections officer, and I would be an inmate out of bounds.” That made a certain sort of sense. He had found a warehouse to park behind, there were lights but he had chosen a spot that was as private as he could get. Your heart hammered when he kneeled next to the car. It was like you could feel his energy vibrating just under the service, “You have no idea how good you smell.” He whispered. The back seat probably would have been more comfortable but the two of you were trying to be quick. He used both hands to turn your legs towards him. His hands tickled at the back of your knees before snaking up to the waistband of your leggings. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach from the brush of his fingers against your skin.

“All you have to say is stop.” He tipped his chin up and looked you in your eyes, “once you say stop it’s over ok?”

“Ok.”

“I mean it.”

“Ok.” You answered again. This was the most serious you had ever seen him, he wet his lips and pulled.

The left turn your evening was taking was a little astonishing if you thought about it or actually when you could think about it. Cause with Hanse’s face buried between your thighs how could you really bother to think about anything? Your hand was gripping his hair tight, “oh god.” Slipped passed your lips when his tongue circled your clit while he hummed. The jolt that ran up your spin probably would have dislodged him if he hadn’t had a firm needy grip on your waist. His lips closed around your little bundle of nerves and he ever so gently sucked. Your eyes closed, and you couldn’t stop yourself from grinding forward, “Hanse..”

He pulled away for the briefest moment then flattened his tongue against you and licked. One long swipe from your dripping opening right back up to your clit.

“You taste like the sweetest candy.” He whispered against your skin, “and it makes me wanna drag this out but…” He pushed to open your legs wider, he hand felt impatient.

You were whimpering, shaking under him. He took one hand from your hip and that was the only warning you had before he pushed two fingers into you. He hooked them finding your spot instantly, his pace was hurried but not painful. He worked his fingers back and forth his mouth back on your clit, sucking and flicking until you felt your back bow. For some reason you wanted to watch. You peeled your eyes open and looked down.

Sin incarnate stared back at you. His lips were tipped up in a smile as he ate you, his eyes were glowing silver, the color nowhere near the dark brown you were use to.

“Hanse, it feels so good.” You whispered. His eyes glowed brighter and the grip he had on your hip tightened. You would bruise but it would be a beautiful reminder. He pushed faster, shook his head a fraction back and forth against you while he sucked and that was all it took. It rolled through you like a set of warm waves. You held his head against you shuddering, saying his name, tears at the corners of your eyes. It took you both a moment to move. He sat back on his heels and closed his eyes.

You had never fed an Incubus before, so of course you had no frame of reference for what happened next. The bags under his eyes disappeared, he cracked his neck first one way then the other while he sucked on the two fingers he had used inside of you. He rolled his shoulders back and groaned.

“I can’t believe how good you taste.” He murmured. Then he shivered and you were treated to his gaze again his eyes were still silver, still shining brightly.

“You wanna know something?” He pushed his hand through his hair while he watched you fix your leggings.

“What?” You asked on a shaky breath. It felt sort of like the endorphins you got when you exercised. You weren’t tired per say truly you were ready for more, but there was no time.

“I’ve never been so well fed…” he said softly. He licked his lips as if he was savoring a flavor, “we’re fucking rushing to do this delivery.” He sounded certain. You turned and slid your legs back into the car, “I know.”

“Because if that was a taste…”

“Hurry up or you’ll never get the whole meal.” It felt like the corniest joke but he threw his head back and laughed at the sky. Amused that you had beat him to it.

His power was coursing just under his skin, it felt like his whole body was bursting with it. All from one tiny orgasm? He hadn’t even had time to use his best tricks. To drag out the pleasure and have you soak in it. He really had expected to only get a taste of energy from you but here he was sitting next to you at full strength. His senses were sharper, the night time darkness didn’t affect his sight as he pushed his car along. It wouldn’t be long now. He couldn’t wait to drop the backpack and the-

“Who has the pinkest tummy ever? Hmmm?”

He groaned and glanced to see you tickling the Hellhound’s very pink tummy. “Really?” He rubbed at his jaw with one hand, “you’re baby talking him now?”

Had it been up to him the little precious dumpling would have stayed in his back seat snuggled in the blankets but you insisted…and he was beginning to sense he couldn't deny you.

“I can’t help it, he’s so cute it’s beyond my control.” You continued to coo and tickle, “I mean look at his little tiny fangs, are you gonna bite me with those little dumpling?”

The puppy made very convincing tiny growling noises, which he could grant were kinda cute. He snuck glance after glance at you, enjoying the way you were smiling. He felt…warm.

“How do you feel darling?” He asked. That got you to finally look at him, “I feel fine..why?” You asked.

“Usually when I take energy from someone they feel a little tired afterwards.”

He explained. You thought that explanation over and shook your head, “nope, I don’t feel even a little tired.”

Not even a little? He rubbed his jaw with one hand and thought, maybe you just had larger energy stores then others? Maybe he would ask around to see if anyone else had encountered a human like that before.

“How long does it usually take you to be hungry again?” You asked slowly, “like will you even want me after-”

“Hungry or not, I want you.” He confessed. It was very easy for him to admit that at any and all times if you wanted him he was yours.

“Oh.” You got out. He reached over and touched some of our hair, “Is that a surprise?” He asked.

“A little.” You said softly. He waited cause he could see you working through more of an answer. He caught all of the little nuanced emotions you went through. Tiny shifts that he was too weak to feel before. There was confusion, then anxiety, then curiosity. So much curiosity he could taste it, nice fresh peaches. He almost smacked his lips.

“When you look at me at the races do you ever feel a pull?” You asked.

“A tug?” He quipped and you frowned, instantly annoyed.

“Fine, a tug, do you ever feel that?” You asked. He kept playing with your hair and nodded, “all the time, but I thought you hated me so I bothered you instead.”

“What a great plan.” You granted sarcastically, “let’s annoy her to death be-”

“So at the very least she’ll look at me.” He finished on a chuckle. Maybe not his best plan but he wasn’t much of a planner. He let your hair go, he could thankfully sense the greater demon. They were getting close finally, he couldn’t wait. He eyed the hellhound and concluded that his car was definitely getting way too crowded.

“One more question.” You asked.

“Shoot.”

“If I asked, would you let me drive your car?” He could feel you staring, supremely focused on his answer. This one of course was a no brainer, he knew what a good driver you were.

“Of course darling,” he turned to you, his tongue playing with his lip ring, “it would be an honor for a top 5 racer to drive my car.”

This must have been what you wanted to hear, satisfaction poured out of you. He spent the rest of the drive deciding what it tasted like.

“This was not what I was expecting.” You said while looking up at the very modern mansion at the top of a very long and winding driveway. Hanse chuckled at you from the driver’s seat. He pulled out his phone and looked for the gate code.

“What were you expecting? A haunted mansion type deal?” He leaned from his window and typed the code into the keypad posted right outside the gate, “demon’s do their best to blend.”

“Why?” You pushed. The hellhound who was Dumpling in your mind yipped at you. The gates started to open, “put it simply, there are way fewer demons then humans, and even if we’re stronger and supernatural and all that, you all have an amazing capacity to kill things in mass.”

“I guess that’s fair.” You granted. He patted your thigh and began to pull forward through the gates. Dumpling began to bark more.

“He must know his master is near.” You scratched behind his ears and he went from barking to trying his best to chew at our hand. He caught your finger in a puppy bite, breaking your skin.

“Ouch,” immediately you put your finger to your lips, “Dumpling that was too rough.” You mumbled.

“When we stop I’ll kiss it and make it better darling.” Hanse said smoothly. It seemed silly to blush over something like that after what he had done to you in the parking lot, but you blushed anyway.

“Are there any rules to this or is it just ring the doorbell and leave the things on the porch?” You asked.

He guided the car around the circular driveway, “he has to sign something.”

You thought that was a little mundane but in the grand scheme of things it didn’t matter. He stopped right in front of the mansion. It was modern, the sort of home you saw on the cover of the real estate magazines at the supermarket. The front of it was all glass and you were sure you could see through it out to the sea in the day time. At the moment there was only one light on upstairs.

“Is he even home?” You whispered.

“Great question.” He answered as he turned the car off. The silence felt like it was pushing in on you both. You watched him unbuckle his belt and get out, “I’m just going to ring the bell, stay here.” He warned. It seemed silly to protest. He started away from you unrushed, unhurried. There was a part of you that wondered about how smooth everything seemed to be going. For your first outing with a demon you had no-

“Oh a little human?”

You didn’t have time to answer, someone with the cutest face you had ever seen was reaching towards you eyes sparkling and suddenly you were so tired you couldn’t keep your eyes open.

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heartfulofsighs · 2 years

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Night Rides

Hi all!

It’s been forever but I am back and writing again I suppose. I wrote this specifically for @negrowhat when I tossed around the idea of Hanse being an Incubus. So yeah I did that set it against a cool street racer backdrop and here we are. There will be a second part because it just got so incredibly long. Hope you guys enjoy! Find Part 2 Here

Warnings: None really actually, theres some kissing, also don’t street race this is fiction. About 6k words.

Pleasure... He worried the little silver ring piercing at the corner of his mouth while he stared at the race course for that night. The warehouse district could be tricky and his eyebrows furrowed at the hairpin turn near the end. “Worried?” The voice sent a shiver of sheer pleasure down his spine and he hated that he couldn’t stop his reaction. He was suppose to cause people to shiver, one look and he could bring anyone to their knees begging for him. But here you were, saying one word, knocking his thoughts all around. He turned and narrowed his eyes, “I’m never worried.” Did you feel it too? He had been alone near the very edge of where people parked before gathering. He hoped to win and find a new partner. Someone he could take just a little energy from. He felt himself getting weak, his senses weren’t as sharp and his control was dismal compared to normal. It was dangerous for him to be this tired and drained. Simple actions that he wouldn’t have noticed otherwise were heightened when he felt like this.

That explained why he was suddenly so focused on your mouth. When you passed your tongue over your lips he almost groaned. He could imagine with vivid clarity leaning down to trace your lips with his own tongue. He imagined you being receptive, leaning into him and wrapping your arms around his neck…

He had to resist. He passed his hand over his face in order to break the pull he thought he was feeling. It should be easy, he just had to remind himself that you hated him. Whenever he did use his powers to feel you out there was a definite animosity. He wondered what your dislike tasted of. When he was close enough a person’s strong emotions acted on more of his senses. He went from feeling the emotion, to smelling it and tasting it on his tongue. He wanted to taste what all your emotions flavors. Especially the rare times, when he looked at you and felt something different. He had caught a wanting, a longing, a needing feeling that made his mind blank. It was hard to ignore, it felt like you wanted him to be closer but he was never sure. It was so rare he forced himself to dismiss it. There were other people milling about, other partners he could easily charm but he decided to stay put. He put his phone away and turned all the way towards you. On race days you usually dressed casual like you were going to the gym. The leggings were distracting, he could see every curve. His hand would fit perfectly on your waist. “Are you nervous?” He asked, he stepped just a little closer and crossed his arms over his chest, “you’re number....” he made a thinking face waiting for you to fill in the information that he already knew. Your face scrunched into an annoyed frown. So cute, so tempting. His fantasy started playing again, all his senses were focused in on your body. Your temperature was rising, and he thought maybe there was that hint of desire. “Six.” Spoken clearly in a voice he wanted to hear his own name in. If he concentrated hard enough he could imagine you saying it several ways. Maybe breathy, maybe needy... He rubbed his chin, “breaking top five tonight?” when he cocked his head and looked into your eyes he couldn’t help but push a little with his power to feel your emotions. Mistake. The wanting clouded his senses and he had to step back suddenly. He covered his mouth and turned towards his car, “good luck.” He choked out. He wanted to lace different words with power and charm you… “Are you ok?” The concern in your voice was real but he couldn’t turn back around. It was way too dangerous. If he kissed you now neither of you would make it to the race.

You watched his back retreat past his car and into another clutch of people. He had just dismissed you without another word, just ran off as if you were the most disgusting thing. You picked the edge of your sweatshirt up and bent to smell the fabric. Maybe your kitten had sprayed on it? He was still getting the hang of the litter box and it had happened before... Nothing. You clenched your jaw. He had to be playing some kind of joke, something to throw your mind off the race. You should have never talked to him. All you had to do was park and wait until you were called. Something made you talk to him. Instead of doing the smart thing there you were. Getting out, starting a useless conversation. When you raised your head you saw him in slide into another clutch of people chatting with a girl. Hiis profile was so sharp, lips upturned in a constant smile. She was hanging on his every word just that quick. When he spoke to you his smile was different, his voice was different, and you wondered what made him so careful. You stood around alone staring down at your phone as the races filled up. You were going back and forth between following him and staying standing alone. It seemed forever until your phone buzzed but when it did you were relieved. It stopped you from doing something stupid. “Ready? Park at the start.” The text message flashed against your screen just as you finished mapping the course. A familiar batch of butterflies fluttered in your stomach, you loved the before race jitters. They stopped your worrying about Hanse. When it came down to race time there was nothing else in your mind. You got into your car and blasted your favorite song. Your hands tapped on the wheel to the beat and you bobbed your head. There was nothing like race day, the exhilaration was always fresh, like it was the first time you had ever put your hands on the wheel. When you had felt it for the first time you had decided you had to keep chasing it. You looked over the map one last time on your phone, the hairpin at the end was going to be tricky. You had to make sure you took the turn tight, had to make sure you watched your inside...

He was to the right of you when you looked up. His eyes were focused on you in a way that made you squirm. It felt like you were falling, that pull that made you angry. Why was he so alluring? It had to be the way his face was open but an inch away from mysterious at any given moment. When he laughed it felt like the joke was one that only he understood. The more you tried to understand it the more frustrated you got. He smiled then licked his lips like he was hungry. You felt it in the pit of your stomach. “Good luck.” He revved his engine and looked away. Top five, you just really wanted to crack the top five. Beating him would be a plus but top 5 was the goal.

Most races felt incredibly fast but incredibly slow at the same time. You had to make decisions in an instant, had to trust in what you felt as soon as you felt it. Because you were concentrating so hard, it felt slower than real time. You led with Hanse on your bumper the entire race. The hairpin was your last hurdle and maybe if you had been more concentrated, more alert you would have executed it perfectly. But he took the opportunity to turn inside of your line. He slipped past you and came out nose ahead of you for the win. “You fucking dick,” you whispered under your breath. You had come in second, enough to move up to 5th but it was no fun if you didn’t beat Hanse. Especially after he tried to mess with your head beforehand. The curses kept flowing, under your breath you called him all sorts of names hoping he could at least sense how angry you were and how inconvenient he was being. The small loose crowd of people at the finish line surrounded his car, hyping him up calling his name. He hopped out like some sort of celebrity. Giving a loud whoop and blowing kisses to the crowd, no one was ever that excited when you won. Around here you were tolerated, not hated, but definitely not loved. Your phone buzzed again, it had slipped during the race down onto the passenger floor. You cursed as your hand slapped around for it, just out of reach. The crowd sounded like it was going down. Maybe he had picked someone to celebrate with. Your fingers finally brushed it, with a little stretch you were pulling yourself to sit up. “Congratulations on breaking top 5.” The message read. You smiled down at it and sighed, even with Hanse being annoying you had accomplished your goal. Better to look at the whole thing as a positive then get hung up on him acting weird. Besides it wasn’t a bad thing for him to dislike you when you thought about it. God forbid you ever became caught up, like all the race groupies that showed up at the finish line.

Sometimes the girls who eyed him looked so incredibly struck like he was their whole world. There was no way you wanted to follow him around like some sort of lost puppy. When you looked up he was staring back at you. It took a lot not to stick out your tongue like a spoiled child. You could be mature. You could muster being an adult because the hassle wasn’t worth it. It was time to go home and celebrate, not dwell.

Your apartment was nice and toasty. It was raining outside the perfect opportunity to sit on your couch and sip tea. Besides wanting to win for the sake of it, the races kept you alive in a city with scarce jobs that interested you. The money wasn’t raining in but it came in steadily enough to keep you off the streets. During the day you either worked part time at the tea shop down the street or looked at old race videos. There had been a time when you wanted to make friends with other racers, but it was a jealous boys club that barely tolerated you to begin with. You also didn’t fit in very well with the race groupies. Besides Hanse, the racers didn’t really tempt you at all. They tried their best to make you feel stupid, and when they weren’t doing that you were effectively ignored. In a way it was nice that Hanse took you seriously. You thought about him again. About how he looked last night, in all balck with his stupid smile. You rubbed your face and made a frustrated noise. The mental back and forth was irritating. Better to keep your head where it belonged. The organizers kept a private page with uploaded drone footage and it helped you to study each one. Your legs were tucked under you as you watched Hanse win over and over again. He had what looked like an inch to slip past you. A margin that you wouldn’t have taken. There was no way you could slip your car into that tight line without scraping someone. He made it seem effortless. The fact that your win had been snatched so close was incredibly annoying. Your kitten Jet played with the edge of your blanket. He bit and fiddled with it until you picked him up and tucked him into your lap. “Next time we can’t leave any space.” You scratched behind his ears and he purred. “Next time we’ve got to beat him.” You spoke out loud and hoped it would be an affirmation.

The very first time he met you he knew you would be trouble. He thought you would react like everyone else did. As an incubus his presence was like a magnet to humans. He had never seen you at the races before and he thought you might be fun to play with. He had strolled up, all confidence, and leaned over you to see what you were watching on your phone. “Oh yeah, that race was really good. The guy who won came all the way from behind.” He said slowly. When you turned and locked eyes with him, he had felt the shock. A pleasurable jolt that traveled all the way up then back down his spine. He found he couldn’t speak for a moment and his silence confused you. “Do I know you?” You had asked, your eyebrow raised in question. He cleared his throat and held out his hand, “I’m Hanse,” he pitched his voice to charm but you didn’t seem affected. In fact you studied his hand for a much longer beat then he expected. He remembered his heart pumping, he remembered actually being nervous. “Nice to me you I’m…” He committed your name to memory instantly. For some reason he was determined then to know you. You weren’t giving off any of the receptive emotions he was use to. Instead you had felt guarded and before he could get you to say anything else you went back to your phone. You were ignoring him, and so easily. No matter how cliche it felt he liked you more for it. Each encounter had you opening up a little more. You went from ignoring him after a few sentences to playfully bantering here and there. It felt like he was making progress but he was beginning to wonder why any type of progress made him so happy. That couldn’t be good, couldn’t be healthy. He tried to figure out what his endgame was.

He scratched his chin and tried to think about anything else. It was bright outside, the light was filtering in through his curtains across his face. The girl he had slept with last night was tucked into a restful fetal position, she was also hogging all the covers. He saw no point in waking her up, he was feeling blissful and a little lazy after feeding off of her energy. His control was back, the on edge feeling erased. Hopefully it would last longer then a day this time. It was beginning to worry him that he needed energy sooner and sooner after absorbing it from someone. In the past he would go a whole week after one night but now he was lucky if he got two days worth. The thought was worrying so he pushed it away. He just needed to make sure he kept on his guard. The girl in his bed shifted and groaned. He patted her head and she sighed. He always had to be so careful with the amount he took from someone. She turned over and smiled at him before she stretched and got up. He gazed after her and tried his best to remember her name.

The races were loud. The usual noises, talking and laughing, people shouting, engines revving. He had been so buoyant that morning but the feeling had dwindled. He chewed his lip ring and tried his best to just let the noises wash over him. There was comfort in the familiar. He came to the races for the thrill. Charming humans had gotten boring but using his heightened senses to really push a car to its limit was challenging. Plus it made for a good location to find partners. A win all around for him truly. There was a laugh that sort of sailed above the rest and his eyes snapped open. He had been trying to focus himself. It bothered him to feel you on the edge of his senses. Your energy was like a pulse to him the strength of it only grew when he got closer. He leaned forward to look out of his car window. He was sure you were close. In typical fashion you weren’t laughing with people, your eyes were firmly glued to your phone. You laughed again so loud that the one group of people around you looked over in curiosity. His hands were working at the lock on his door. He stepped out and tried not to head straight for you. That would be incredibly awkward. He wasn’t going to race today, he had only come to find someone new. He had rules about avoiding you but your laugh was pulling him closer and closer. By the time you looked up he was there. “Oh,” and your smile diminished. He could feel your heart pickup and he didn’t feel an outright wave of animosity. He cocked his head and tried to make his smile harmless, “hey,” he brushed some of his hair back, “are you up today?” He asked. You shook your head. “No,” you shoved your phone away, “what about you?” He heard what you said but he was also stuck on the way you were chewing your bottom lip. “No, but I was bored tonight so I came anyways.” He pushed his hands into his pockets, “guess I’ll have to bother you all night.” He chuckled and half expected you to be annoyed with the prospect. Instead you shrugged and indicated the vacant space next to you. “Sure, I’m not gonna stop you.” You said.

It was probably the worst idea to give into the curious pulling feeling you felt in your stomach. But it was hard to resist him when he cocked his head and smiled like that. He was in fitted dark jeans, Doc Martins, and a comfy looking white sweater. His legs looked a million miles long. Unfair. His dark hair still looked damp presumably from a shower. You blushed thinking about it, do not imagine him in the shower…He shivered next to you and let out a deep sigh. The tug you felt around him was pulling tight. You leaned a little closer and put your hand on his arm, “you cold?” It was the only thing you could think to say. His mouth kicked up into a smirk, he shook his head, “really hot actually.” He blinked slowly, his tongue peeked out passing over his lower lip. His skin did feel really warm under your hand. You took your hand back, crossing them a little under your chest. It took a lot of will power for you to focus on anything but the tension. Look at the cars or the people laughing or- “Did you get anything to eat before you came?” He nibbled at his lip ring absently, “I’m kinda starving.” Don’t give in. You wouldn’t be able to survive the pull in a car. It was too close and even though you were mostly sure you wouldn’t beg for his touch, it was very very dangerous to chance it. As much as your mind was racking up all the reasons getting into the car with him was a bad idea there was the part of you that urged you to try racing in the first place. The adrenaline hungry part of your nature was whispering all sorts of ideas. If you can race a car through city streets multiple times and keep your nerve then what was riding with Hanse. Nothing. Not a single thing to worry about. “I guess I could eat.” You finally said, you stretched your arms over your head and tried your very best loosen up, “I can’t remember what I had for dinner.” “Awww, then we have to get something really good.” His eyes were sparking, the darkness in them seemed to glitter.

He licked his lips enjoying the roll of emotions you sent his way. They were like flavors on his tongue. First curiosity, sweet but subtle it made him want to lean over and taste more. Then there was the nervousness, butterflies, also subtle. He smacked his lips and savored the strongest flavor…lust. Truthfully it was the most familiar to him but at the same time coming from you it was much different. The effect was making him sluggish, the flavor starting to cloud his mind. “Can I roll down the window?” Your voice, far away. He nodded then became instantly angry that he agreed. The wind blasted your scent away and it returned some of his higher thought. Not a lot of higher thought but enough that he leaned more to his side of the car, he didn’t want to scare you away. He was hungry for you but not hungry enough to push too hard. “Do you do anything else besides race?” His hands were firmly on the wheel. “Like do you have a day job?” “A tea shop downtown.” When he looked over your eyes were gazing out of the window, “what about you? What do you do during the day?” You asked and the curious feeling he tasted before intensified. “Work on my car usually, sometimes I work on other people’s too for some extra cash.” And try to make sure whatever partner he had that night (if he had one) was ok before they left. He was an Incubus but that didn’t mean he had to be an asshole. He knew of others who could care less about their partners, who drained them until they could barely function. The idea made his skin crawled. Besides being a shitty thing to do, it definitely wasn’t smart. Eventually a human would get wise about why they were feeling so crappy after sex. None would make the leap that they were being attacked by a demon, but still they would realize something wasn’t right. The other’s of his kind lived nomadically. Wondering and feeding with no solid address. Because he wasn’t greedy it was easy to keep a little apartment, and even some friends. He was proud of the little life he had carved out for himself. “That sounds nice, I need to dedicate more time to tune ups.” You said. He took the corner a bit too quickly and felt a spike in your energy. Anger. He looked at you again, confusion etching his face. “Whats wrong?” He spoke before he realized maybe he shouldn’t have let on about feeling what you felt. “Nothing.” The word was firm. The anger spiked harder. There was a perfect spot near the restaurant, he paralleled smoothly into the space showing off a little. When he put his car into park he revved the engine until you glared at him. He couldn’t help himself he liked the way your anger tasted. “I said something that bothered you?” He asked. You set your lips and shook your head slowly. So stubborn. Anybody would be putty in his hands, melting, begging. “You didn’t say anything that bothered me.” The emphasis you put on ‘say’ made him lean forward. “I did something that made you upset?” The way you pursed your lips briefly before huffing out a breath. “You took a tighter line on the last turn.” Your eyebrows pulled together, “I was going to win.” He made a very exaggerated “oh” face, “second place still isn’t bad.” He played with his lip ring and shrugged, “you still cracked the top 5,” he lifted his hand and ever so gently tapped the tip of your nose, “you should be proud of yourself.” The touch stunned you in such a cute way. He could close the distance, the anger was mixing with something else. He leaned away and turned the car off, “aren’t you hungry?”

It felt like tides, rising, falling. Back then forth, push and pull. Maybe you would be dizzy with someone else but with Hanse it kept you engaged. He teased you but did it in such a way that you couldn’t muster up any real anger. You couldn’t decide if his flirting was just a joke or if it was him actually shooting his shot. “Why pancakes?” He asked. “Because I like breakfast food,” you started cutting your pancakes purposefully, “it’s good any time of day.” “A little rebel.” He mused. You poured syrup and shook your head, “pancakes don’t make me a rebel.” “Being in the races does.” He countered then sipped from his milkshake. You frowned. “Don’t make that face,” He warned, “It’s way too cute.” Then without skipping a beat, “you really work on your on car?” You let the cute comment go and nodded, “yeah and I buy my own parts, I have to work on it myself.” You spoke in between bites. “Keeps me busy.” Your lips felt sticky from the syrup and you took a moment to lick your them. “Who taught you about cars,” when you looked up he was leaning forward, his focus was very clear. He was watching your mouth pointedly. “The internet.” The sentence didn’t come out as snarky as you wanted it to be. All your snark evaporated apparently when he looked at you like you were a treat. Your stomach felt like it was tied into shivering knots. There was the curiosity pulling you to lean forward and forget about your pancakes. “You can really learn a lot on the world wide web.” It was his turn to laugh, “I guess you’re right.” He granted. He looked down at your plate, “be nice,” he leaned in, your heart picked up speed, “let me have the last bite?” It was like a scene out of one of those cheesy romance movies. You speared the last few pieces and floated the fork towards his mouth. He had such a nice mouth, it was unfair in a way. Attractive and funny, the universe really gave other people all the gifts. He opened his mouth and bit down, an appreciative hum came from him while he chewed. “Good?” You asked, knowing that he was either going to say something funny or something to make you burn hotter than you already were. “I really like sweet things.” He kept his eyes on you and it felt like you weren’t out in public at a little cafe. He traced his finger down your hand and seemed satisfied when you shivered. “Instead of going back to the races,” he started to trace his finger back up as he spoke, “we can head to my place and see what else is sweet?”

You didn’t say no. It would have been impossible and in the end pointless. There was nothing wrong with exploring this feeling. The lusting part of you explained away your willingness easily. A one night stand with Hanse wasn’t going to kill you. Not sleeping with him wasn’t going to win you any awards either. So you might as well give in and treat yourself to something nice. He drove with one hand on your thigh and you didn’t protest the contact. The warm weight of his hand made your stomach flutter. His head bobbed to the music on the radio and he beamed pleasantly. Every so often he gave you thigh a little squeeze, and the flutter in your stomach happened decidedly lower in your body when he did that. “Can I ask you something?” He glanced over at you and nodded, “sure.” “The other day before the race we were talking, and then you just turned and walked away,” He made a thinking face then blushed. You couldn’t believe it, but yes, that was a blush. The color spread from his ears to his cheeks. Now you really had to know, “are you blushing?” “It’s embarrassing.” He offered. “Tell me!” You sat up straighter and waited, “please? You can’t blush like that and not say why.” It felt like he was stalling. Which made you want to know even more. He turned into a parking structure and revved the engine again. The ramp was curved and he took it fast enough to make you sit back. Round and round, up and up until he got near the top. His parking spot was right near the elevator. His car fit like a glove. “Smooth.” You commented, “but don’t think I forgot the question.” You warned. He rolled his eyes, gave your thigh one last squeeze, and then hopped out. He walked around and opened your door before you could. “Come on,” he pulled your hand, “I’ll tell you if you insist.” He granted. He pulled you along the beige hallway, humming to himself as he went. The building felt lived in and warm. Not like the trendy high rises downtown. He stopped at number 577 and pulled his keys out, “it’s a little messy,” he warned. “I’m sure it’s fine.” It was fine. His little living room and kitchen were very neat. Yeah there was a basket of clean clothes that he looked like he was folding next to the couch and maybe one dirty dish or two in the sink. You took your shoes off, following his example and padded in. Past the living room was a hallway that you guessed led to the bathroom. “Can I use your restroom?” You asked. He nodded and quickly pointed you in the right direction, “straight back.” He said.

He washed his hands at the kitchen sink, the familiar motions helped him slow his mind down to focus. Your scent and the flavor that came with it felt like it was filling his apartment. It made the other part of him, the supernatural part push to the forefront. This part of him was bored with the flirting game. This part of him was impatient. It craved the pleasure, and washing his hands helped him keep calm. He had no idea his evening was going to go this way, and when he went over how you had ended up in his apartment he couldn’t quite figure out what made you agree to come with him. He hadn’t used any of his power, he just liked talking to you. The banter was fun and felt completely natural. He didn’t have to force himself to pay attention, he seemed to just naturally hang on every word, and laugh at all of your jokes, and- “Your apartment is really nice.” He turned to the sound of your voice and tasted lust like a candy melting on his tongue. You stood leaning against the cabinets behind him. You didn’t look particularly sinful but you certainty were giving off lust in waves. “So, you said you would tell me why you ditched me last time.?” You played with your fingers and he smelled your nervousness before he tasted it. A little tart. He pulled a hand through his hair and tried to think of a way to explain. “Don’t lie.” You warned. He swallowed, he could tell you a part of the truth. Get closer he allowed himself to take a few steps. “It’s embarrassing.” He tried to pout but failed when you looked up at him through your eyelashes. “It’s fine, I'm too curious now.” He had planned on stopping ahead of you, so that he could keep some space between the two of you. But his body had other plans he ended up leaning forward placing his hands on either side of the counter, caging you in. “You smelled really good.” He said. That was enough of the truth to make him feel like he wasn’t lying. He watched you consider his answer, it was harder and harder for him to concentrate. He titled his head and really inhaled every bit of you. “Good?” The little sing song way you echoed the word made his body shudder. You turned your face up and his lips were only inches away. He felt so starved for you. “So good,” He licked his lips and moved as deliberately as he could. He had enough control to stop himself if you wanted him to. You said nothing only met him the rest of the way and kissed him like he had never been kissed before. The rush was better than any race, any amount of speed he had pushed his car to. It was better then the first time he tasted lust. Your lips were everything. The perfect amount of softness and pressure. He felt your hands in his hair pulling him closer, you wanted him just as much and when you pulled away to bite at his lower lip he almost lost his mind. He worked your mouth living for the little hums you made. You moaned when he dragged his kisses down your neck. The sound made him shudder again, he could taste your energy. So close already. He kissed you right at your pressure point then bit down. The shock of it made you shiver. Your hands were around his neck now, pulling him in tightly. He put his hands to your butt and lifted you to sit on the counter. Better. More access, you threw your legs around his waist. Every soft sigh and little moan you let out made him want more in the worst way.

He held you on the counter, not sure how much time was passing until you pulled away, “bedroom.” He blinked at the word, the rational none pleasure focused part of his mind needed a moment to catch up. You touched his face, and stared into his eyes, “wow, your eyes look-” He closed them, willing the demon part of himself back. Of course you would notice. It was his fault, his mistake to kiss you in a well lit kitchen. He almost laughed at himself. You didn’t give him enough time to do that, you ghosted your lips over his again and whispered, “let’s go back to the bedroom.” He opened his eyes and slipped his arms around your waist. “Don’t judge me-” “Don’t even start, this place is spotless compared to mine.” The mixture of feelings he tasted and smelled from you almost scrambled his brain again. Taking your hand and leading you to the bedroom seemed like the biggest effort but he managed it. You followed, “you know you have a envelope like right in your bathroom sink, did you put it there so you wouldn’t forget to mail it?” He paused and looked down at you, “an envelope?” Luckily his place wasn’t too big. He only had to take a few more steps to see the big gold envelope. You had tried to place it back in its original spot but it had fallen to the floor. A chill crept its way up his spine. Your hand holding his felt like an anchor. “Hanse?” Distantly he heard you calling his name. You couldn’t see the writing on the front of the envelope. It was a sort of script that hid itself from humans very well. “Do, Hanse please open immediately.” He bent down and picked it up. Bad news, all bad news came in gold envelopes. “What is it?” You asked. You sounded worried and he knew he couldn’t keep ignoring you. “Well,” he swallowed and tried to find some of his usual humor, “how do you feel about an adventure?” “An adventure?” You cocked your head and he smelled curiosity. He nodded, “yeah an inconvenient one?” He fully expected you to let his hand go. You would yell at him for wasting your time then demand to be taken back to your car, and he would miss out on ever getting you in his apartment again. Miss out on the way you taste and all the energy he could feel just brimming under your skin. But on the other hand once you yelled, got back to your car, and decided to never speak to him again he knew you would be safe. He could live with that in a way, he had lived long enough to understand that being greedy never worked out in the end. He waited and you stared at him. Any second now…

You shrugged, “why not? I’m not doing anything I guess.” It was his turn to be absolutely baffled. You squeezed his hand, “as long as I get a prize at the end.” “A prize?” He thought that over. “Yeah, I’m not gonna be inconvenienced and get nothing for it.” You hugged his arm and for a moment he wasn’t so mad at the summons. An adventure meant more time…

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