Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Incubus ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )
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By: EvilAngel79 
Strange occurences.
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 05.28.2007 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 736 | Status: Work In Progress
Strange occurences.
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 05.28.2007 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 736 | Status: Work In Progress
Incubus
Written by: EvilAngel79
A/N- Unlike before with my fan fictions I don’t have to do a disclaimer but now I do have a claimer. They be mine. All mine. Every single one of them. And I don’t mind if you write stories bout them (if that’s what you want to do) just let me know. Share the love! Also this is slash as in man on man loving. Don’t say I didn’t warn you…
Chapter 1: Dreams and Houses
Shayne Allbright was what many would call beautiful. His shaggily cut blond hair was silky to the touch with natural lighter blonde streaks running through it. He had deep ocean blue eyes with a grey ring around the pupil and his features were delicate, like a china doll. Too delicate to ever be called handsome. His short stature of 5’3 didn’t help matters. Shayne hated it.
Shayne, 18 and a half, sighed irritably. He couldn’t care less if his fucktard of a father was dead and he was tired of hearing about what a fucking pillar he was to the community and how much he’d be missed.
‘I hope he rots in hell. I wonder,’ He thought darkly. ‘What they’d say if they knew what he was really like. The bastard.’ He slouched further down into his chair and pushed his sunglasses further up his nose. ‘At least he made me rich.’
Shayne’s psychiatrist had told him he was bitter. He supposed he was. His mother had died when he was 6 and his stepfather had stepped up to the plate seeing as how his “real” father was in a state penitentiary. And so long as little Shayne didn’t tell anyone what happened after the lights went out he was kept off the streets.
He snorted derisively, causing several people to give him disapproving looks. He couldn’t bring himself to care… much.
~*~
A week later Shayne bought a new house. It was an old Victorian looking mansion with more rooms then he knew what to do with and fully equipped with staff. The house itself was white with blue shutters and a grand cherry wood porch. Everything was already furnished so he sold his old ratty things.
He had just finished unpacking when a wave of tiredness hit him, completely out of the blue. The room he had chosen was decorated in lush greens and creams with mahogany furniture. The bed was a large four poster with a deep green comforter and cream pillows that had an unfamiliar crest sewn in silver thread in the corners.
He flung himself onto the bed and was pleased to discover that yes it was as plush and comfortable as it looked. He smiled and spoke aloud to the empty room. “I think I’m gonna like it here.”
For a second he felt a prickling at the back of his neck, similar to the feeling you get when someone is watching you but of course no one is there. He quickly shrugged it off as paranoia and flung off his clothes. Some thoughtful person had laid out pajamas on the bed so he quickly slid into them, finding them cozy and warm. He fell asleep quickly after that. And he dreamed.
~*~
(A/N~ Oh snap! A sex scene already! *slaps hand* Bad EvilAngel! Actually it’s rather pitiful, not nearly as far as I’d like to go but this unfamiliar thing called a plot restrains me. J *snaps fingers* Darn)
Someone was touching him. Caressing him gently, nimble fingers running over his body. He sighed in his sleep and leaned towards the touches, his attention starved body eager for all that this unknown entity would give. And then there was a knock on his door.
~*~
Shayne came awake with a gasp, his heart beating double time. ‘What the hell?’ The knock came again distracting him from his psychoanalysis. “Yeah?” He cleared his throat, banishing the gruffness of sleep from his voice. “What is it?”
Anya’s voice came through the door. “I was worried. It’s almost noon Shay. Are you all right?” He glanced over at his alarm clock. Eleven? He never slept past nine. No wonder she was worried.
“Yeah sorry. Guess I was a bit more exhausted than I thought.” HE forced a chuckle. “I’m fine Ahn. I’ll be down soon. “
“Kay.” Her voice held a thread of suspicion but she moved away.
Shayne dressed quickly, wanting to face the coming storm before it had a chance to analyze his movements. He cast a brief glance at the mirror confirming that nothing was sticking up or any embarrassing clothing mishaps had occurred. He concluded that there was nothing obviously wrong with his faded jeans, green T-shirt and Converse. He sighed at himself in the mirror and left to face the Inquisition otherwise known as “his loving, caring, sister’s concern.
~*~
As the door close a figure materialized from the shadows. It was blurry as if seen through a piece of dirty glass. It was vaguely man shaped and nearly 6 feet tall.
In a blurred hand a red rose still glistening with dew appeared. The shadowed figure brushed the flower against its mouth before laying it upon the boys pillow. It spoke then a soft whisper that somehow filled the empty room. “Welcome to Infidi Manor… Shayne. You’ll be seeing me.”
~*~
(Since I’m nice and all I shall give you something to think about in upcoming chapters. I looked it up on the all powerful “Net” and Infidi means “the treacherous ones” Or one depending. Usually used to describe minions of the devil. Now isn’t that interesting?)
When Shayne entered the dining room Anya was waiting. She had a cup of tea and the chair across from her was pushed out. Shayne took the hint and had a seat. “morning Ahn.”
“Good afternoon Shayne.” She set the delicate china cup in it’s saucer and put them down on the table. “Care to tell your dearest sister what’s wrong? Or do I need to get out the pliers and bamboo shoots?” She arched a delicate blonde eyebrow but her deep blue eyes were serious and contained no hint of levity.
Shayne gave a weak smile. “I heart you?”
She sighed. “I love you too Shayne which is why I’m asking.” She eyed him and, choosing her next words carefully, said “Was it one of those dreams?” A faint pink tint adorned her cheeks and she carefully didn’t look at him.
It took him a second to realize just what she was talking about. “No!” But his answer was a little too panicky and he began to blush.
“Liar. So Shayne… was it a guy or a girl?” He banged his head against the table. “I dunno.” His voice was muffled.
“You don’t know?” Anya’s voice was slightly puzzled. “How can you not know? One has breasts, one has a penis and one has tentacles!” Shayne gave a snort of laughter and Anya ignored him. “It’s not that hard to figure out Shayne.”
~*~
In the shadows of the doorway the incubus lifted an eyebrow. What an interesting girl. Too bad she was female. Still if he wasn’t so firmly gay he might’ve taken both her and her delicious little brother. As it was perhaps Julian might find her appealing. He’d never gotten over that Jenny chit (A/N~ *snerk* obscure joke. I’ll give the person who gets it a cookie.) and it was past time for him to resume his duties. Perhaps….
~*~
Long after Shayne had escaped… er…left… Anya remained behind, thinking. A dangerous thing for an analytical mind like Anya’s. Shayne would never have a dream like that on his own, that much she knew. He still hadn’t gotten over- She cut that off swiftly. It didn’t do to think of such things on a beautiful day like today. It was best to just push it to the back of her mind. Of course.
Anya had a thirst for knowledge and so naturally the first thing she’d done upon purchase of the house was research its curious history. “Infidi Manor.” She mused quietly. “what secrets do you hold?” It seemed as if the room grew inexplicably darker for a moment and for a single irrational moment Anya experienced the unfamiliar urge to flee. But within the space of a heartbeat it was gone. She shook off her apprehension and stood. She sternly told herself that she was most certainly NOT running away but all the same her feet moved slightly faster than normal as she left the room.
~*~
Dangerous. The little girl was dangerous and would need to be distracted. Would need to have a new puzzle to solve so she wouldn’t get in his way. If allowed she would start connecting the dots and he couldn’t have that. Not when he needed to be concentrating on the boy. He nodded, decided. He would call Julian. With a swirl of darkness he was gone.
~*~
That night Shayne went to bed early, eager to see his phantom lover. If Anya had any suspicions she kept them to herself.
That night Shayne dreamed.
~*~
It began with a light kiss to his forehead. Shayne smiled, a real smile not the sarcastic twisting of his lips he normally gave. “Hullo.” He mumbled sleepily. The presence above him paused for a second and Shayne feared that he might’ve just ruined everything but his fears were soon put to rest.
“Nobody has ever spoken to me before.” The voice was low, quiet, male with a hint of an Irish burr. The body hovering over him shifted to the side, spooning up behind him. A large calloused hand possessively rested on hi bare stomach and even that innocent touch made him blush and squirm a bit as heat circulated through his body, the very beginnings of arousal. Shayne sighed and snuggled closer to the man behind him, awash in a sea of lazy sensuality. “What’s your name?” Then he frowned. “Nobody? Ever?”
A butterfly kiss was placed on the back of his neck. “You’re certainly full of questions tonight. I am known as Devlin. And most simply think me a series of pleasant dreams when in truth I am so much more.”
Shayne’s brow wrinkled as he tried to figure out what his mysteries lover was saying. “You’re not a dream? Then what are you?” He giggled. “My conscious?”
“No.” Devlin said softly. “You’re not ready to find out what I am though.”
Shayne pouted. “But I will be eventually right?” The broad hand traced circles on his stomach, slowly spiraling lower. The blond boy resumed his squirming.
“Mayhaps.” he heard the voice whisper.
~*~
And that’s when he woke up. It wasn’t fair. Shayne pouted. He slowly stretched, and wandered to the window seat, thinking. If Devlin wasn’t a dream then what was he? And why did he choose Shayne? It just didn’t make sense and he was giving himself a headache trying to figure it all out.
Just then there was a rustle and he whirled about ready to tear any unfortunate soul who dared intrude a new one. But the room was empty. And a single red rose lay on his pillow.
So what do you think? If you review mine I shall review yours. How’s that for bribery?
Written by: EvilAngel79
A/N- Unlike before with my fan fictions I don’t have to do a disclaimer but now I do have a claimer. They be mine. All mine. Every single one of them. And I don’t mind if you write stories bout them (if that’s what you want to do) just let me know. Share the love! Also this is slash as in man on man loving. Don’t say I didn’t warn you…
Chapter 1: Dreams and Houses
Shayne Allbright was what many would call beautiful. His shaggily cut blond hair was silky to the touch with natural lighter blonde streaks running through it. He had deep ocean blue eyes with a grey ring around the pupil and his features were delicate, like a china doll. Too delicate to ever be called handsome. His short stature of 5’3 didn’t help matters. Shayne hated it.
Shayne, 18 and a half, sighed irritably. He couldn’t care less if his fucktard of a father was dead and he was tired of hearing about what a fucking pillar he was to the community and how much he’d be missed.
‘I hope he rots in hell. I wonder,’ He thought darkly. ‘What they’d say if they knew what he was really like. The bastard.’ He slouched further down into his chair and pushed his sunglasses further up his nose. ‘At least he made me rich.’
Shayne’s psychiatrist had told him he was bitter. He supposed he was. His mother had died when he was 6 and his stepfather had stepped up to the plate seeing as how his “real” father was in a state penitentiary. And so long as little Shayne didn’t tell anyone what happened after the lights went out he was kept off the streets.
He snorted derisively, causing several people to give him disapproving looks. He couldn’t bring himself to care… much.
~*~
A week later Shayne bought a new house. It was an old Victorian looking mansion with more rooms then he knew what to do with and fully equipped with staff. The house itself was white with blue shutters and a grand cherry wood porch. Everything was already furnished so he sold his old ratty things.
He had just finished unpacking when a wave of tiredness hit him, completely out of the blue. The room he had chosen was decorated in lush greens and creams with mahogany furniture. The bed was a large four poster with a deep green comforter and cream pillows that had an unfamiliar crest sewn in silver thread in the corners.
He flung himself onto the bed and was pleased to discover that yes it was as plush and comfortable as it looked. He smiled and spoke aloud to the empty room. “I think I’m gonna like it here.”
For a second he felt a prickling at the back of his neck, similar to the feeling you get when someone is watching you but of course no one is there. He quickly shrugged it off as paranoia and flung off his clothes. Some thoughtful person had laid out pajamas on the bed so he quickly slid into them, finding them cozy and warm. He fell asleep quickly after that. And he dreamed.
~*~
(A/N~ Oh snap! A sex scene already! *slaps hand* Bad EvilAngel! Actually it’s rather pitiful, not nearly as far as I’d like to go but this unfamiliar thing called a plot restrains me. J *snaps fingers* Darn)
Someone was touching him. Caressing him gently, nimble fingers running over his body. He sighed in his sleep and leaned towards the touches, his attention starved body eager for all that this unknown entity would give. And then there was a knock on his door.
~*~
Shayne came awake with a gasp, his heart beating double time. ‘What the hell?’ The knock came again distracting him from his psychoanalysis. “Yeah?” He cleared his throat, banishing the gruffness of sleep from his voice. “What is it?”
Anya’s voice came through the door. “I was worried. It’s almost noon Shay. Are you all right?” He glanced over at his alarm clock. Eleven? He never slept past nine. No wonder she was worried.
“Yeah sorry. Guess I was a bit more exhausted than I thought.” HE forced a chuckle. “I’m fine Ahn. I’ll be down soon. “
“Kay.” Her voice held a thread of suspicion but she moved away.
Shayne dressed quickly, wanting to face the coming storm before it had a chance to analyze his movements. He cast a brief glance at the mirror confirming that nothing was sticking up or any embarrassing clothing mishaps had occurred. He concluded that there was nothing obviously wrong with his faded jeans, green T-shirt and Converse. He sighed at himself in the mirror and left to face the Inquisition otherwise known as “his loving, caring, sister’s concern.
~*~
As the door close a figure materialized from the shadows. It was blurry as if seen through a piece of dirty glass. It was vaguely man shaped and nearly 6 feet tall.
In a blurred hand a red rose still glistening with dew appeared. The shadowed figure brushed the flower against its mouth before laying it upon the boys pillow. It spoke then a soft whisper that somehow filled the empty room. “Welcome to Infidi Manor… Shayne. You’ll be seeing me.”
~*~
(Since I’m nice and all I shall give you something to think about in upcoming chapters. I looked it up on the all powerful “Net” and Infidi means “the treacherous ones” Or one depending. Usually used to describe minions of the devil. Now isn’t that interesting?)
When Shayne entered the dining room Anya was waiting. She had a cup of tea and the chair across from her was pushed out. Shayne took the hint and had a seat. “morning Ahn.”
“Good afternoon Shayne.” She set the delicate china cup in it’s saucer and put them down on the table. “Care to tell your dearest sister what’s wrong? Or do I need to get out the pliers and bamboo shoots?” She arched a delicate blonde eyebrow but her deep blue eyes were serious and contained no hint of levity.
Shayne gave a weak smile. “I heart you?”
She sighed. “I love you too Shayne which is why I’m asking.” She eyed him and, choosing her next words carefully, said “Was it one of those dreams?” A faint pink tint adorned her cheeks and she carefully didn’t look at him.
It took him a second to realize just what she was talking about. “No!” But his answer was a little too panicky and he began to blush.
“Liar. So Shayne… was it a guy or a girl?” He banged his head against the table. “I dunno.” His voice was muffled.
“You don’t know?” Anya’s voice was slightly puzzled. “How can you not know? One has breasts, one has a penis and one has tentacles!” Shayne gave a snort of laughter and Anya ignored him. “It’s not that hard to figure out Shayne.”
~*~
In the shadows of the doorway the incubus lifted an eyebrow. What an interesting girl. Too bad she was female. Still if he wasn’t so firmly gay he might’ve taken both her and her delicious little brother. As it was perhaps Julian might find her appealing. He’d never gotten over that Jenny chit (A/N~ *snerk* obscure joke. I’ll give the person who gets it a cookie.) and it was past time for him to resume his duties. Perhaps….
~*~
Long after Shayne had escaped… er…left… Anya remained behind, thinking. A dangerous thing for an analytical mind like Anya’s. Shayne would never have a dream like that on his own, that much she knew. He still hadn’t gotten over- She cut that off swiftly. It didn’t do to think of such things on a beautiful day like today. It was best to just push it to the back of her mind. Of course.
Anya had a thirst for knowledge and so naturally the first thing she’d done upon purchase of the house was research its curious history. “Infidi Manor.” She mused quietly. “what secrets do you hold?” It seemed as if the room grew inexplicably darker for a moment and for a single irrational moment Anya experienced the unfamiliar urge to flee. But within the space of a heartbeat it was gone. She shook off her apprehension and stood. She sternly told herself that she was most certainly NOT running away but all the same her feet moved slightly faster than normal as she left the room.
~*~
Dangerous. The little girl was dangerous and would need to be distracted. Would need to have a new puzzle to solve so she wouldn’t get in his way. If allowed she would start connecting the dots and he couldn’t have that. Not when he needed to be concentrating on the boy. He nodded, decided. He would call Julian. With a swirl of darkness he was gone.
~*~
That night Shayne went to bed early, eager to see his phantom lover. If Anya had any suspicions she kept them to herself.
That night Shayne dreamed.
~*~
It began with a light kiss to his forehead. Shayne smiled, a real smile not the sarcastic twisting of his lips he normally gave. “Hullo.” He mumbled sleepily. The presence above him paused for a second and Shayne feared that he might’ve just ruined everything but his fears were soon put to rest.
“Nobody has ever spoken to me before.” The voice was low, quiet, male with a hint of an Irish burr. The body hovering over him shifted to the side, spooning up behind him. A large calloused hand possessively rested on hi bare stomach and even that innocent touch made him blush and squirm a bit as heat circulated through his body, the very beginnings of arousal. Shayne sighed and snuggled closer to the man behind him, awash in a sea of lazy sensuality. “What’s your name?” Then he frowned. “Nobody? Ever?”
A butterfly kiss was placed on the back of his neck. “You’re certainly full of questions tonight. I am known as Devlin. And most simply think me a series of pleasant dreams when in truth I am so much more.”
Shayne’s brow wrinkled as he tried to figure out what his mysteries lover was saying. “You’re not a dream? Then what are you?” He giggled. “My conscious?”
“No.” Devlin said softly. “You’re not ready to find out what I am though.”
Shayne pouted. “But I will be eventually right?” The broad hand traced circles on his stomach, slowly spiraling lower. The blond boy resumed his squirming.
“Mayhaps.” he heard the voice whisper.
~*~
And that’s when he woke up. It wasn’t fair. Shayne pouted. He slowly stretched, and wandered to the window seat, thinking. If Devlin wasn’t a dream then what was he? And why did he choose Shayne? It just didn’t make sense and he was giving himself a headache trying to figure it all out.
Just then there was a rustle and he whirled about ready to tear any unfortunate soul who dared intrude a new one. But the room was empty. And a single red rose lay on his pillow.
So what do you think? If you review mine I shall review yours. How’s that for bribery?