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Minho would have preferred to spend his Halloween drinking and watching horror movies, especially after the long week he's had at work.
He can only make so many pumpkin spice lattes before he goes insane. The week leading up to Halloween is always so busy at the cafe he works at.
Instead, he's begrudgingly following his friend group around their town's “haunted village”. He doesn't mean to be a downer, but he's pretty sure this place is run by college students in need of a buck and failed actors.
The decorations are cheap, tacky and Minho has yet to be scared by a single dollar store costume actor roaming around trying to jump scare them all.
The same can't be said for Felix, who has been yelping and clinging to Minho’s arm every time a scare actor passes them. He'd started out clinging to Chan, but their hyung had screamed at someone's clown mask and ran to hide his face in an amused Jeongin's shoulder, so Felix has migrated to Minho as his designated protector.
He tries his best not to snort out loud, so as to not hurt Felix's feelings, but he thinks he's going to have a bruise from Felix's tiny cold fingers.
“It's just an actor, Felix,” Minho tries to comfort.
At least his friends are enjoying themselves And watching his friends get scared is kind of fun.
Once they finally get through the village, Seungmin snorts out loud when he sees the haunted house. Minho can't help but to join him in his amusement when the worker outside claims it's inhabited by a real demon.
The worker gives them a dirty look and Changbin elbows Minho in the side so he forces himself to shut up as the festival worker finishes their speech. The house is hundreds of years old, and the demon doesn't take kindly to visitors. Previous inhabitants have all moved out. Other visitors in the house have reported being touched, slapped, scratched, or even lifted into the air.
Minho has to bite the inside of his lip to not laugh. Felix is trembling beside him. Even Changbin is starting to look a little nervous as the worker lists out how terrifying the “demon” is. He grins as he sees Hyunjin grip the buff man's hand tightly. Maybe this fake haunted house will finally push them together and Minho will stop having to watch their unbearable unresolved sexual tension.
Finally, the haunted house worker finishes the story with flourish and gestures them into the house, if they dare.
Minho resigns himself to being shoved in front of the line of his friends. He supposes he can tolerate being their meat shield from corn syrup blood covered actors and strobe lights.
He steps up onto the creaking steps of the old house with Felix desperately clinging to the back of his shirt.
Minho's nose is assaulted with heavy smoke from what he assumes is a fog machine and a bunch of fake spiderwebs. He grunts and pushes it aside while Felix whines behind him. He practically has to pull the younger man along behind him as they enter the living room.
The furniture is all over the place, knocked over and covered in fake blood. Someone's nailed a chair to the ceiling. The window panes rattle loudly, then the lights flicker off. Felix gaps, shoving his face into Minho’s shoulder.
“Here it comes,” Seungmin snickers from somewhere behind them.
The lights flicker back on and a scare actor that appeared convulses and screeches against the wall to his right. Minho struggles not to laugh. Is he trying to appear possessed?
Minho didn't know Chan could scream that high pitched before tonight. It's honestly impressive – his hyung should get into singing.
Minho steps past the actor to the next area. He has to pull Felix along with him when they enter the kitchen. Another actor is lying, covered in blood and fake entrails, by the open fridge. A fake cat is pretending to eat his organs.
Fake food is all over the floor, spilling out of a half open pantry door that rattles over and over. There's more glowing eyes from the crack in the door.
Minho giggles. He decides he likes this one part.
“Hyung, wait for me!” Felix cries, as Minho tries to move onto the next area.
Minho swears his shirt is gonna tear at the neck with how hard Felix is pulling it.
“I am waiting, you're just barely moving. Come on, it's almost over,” Minho sighs.
A scare actor comes up behind them and screeches as she runs past them, her long hair tangled and in her face. Changbin yelps and backs into Hyunjin, who nearly trips into Jeongin.
“Hyung!” Jeongin groans.
“Sorry!!” Changbin huffs back.
Minho snickers and makes his slow way to the next room with Felix whimpering quietly the whole way.
This room is supposed to be a bedroom. Minho watches, amused, as one of the actors writhes on the bed under a demonic figure in a black sheet hanging from the ceiling. Cheap red lights backlight the whole thing. Someone's portable speaker is blaring strange chanting. Somebody dressed as a priest is hunched by the bed, frantically flipping through a Bible.
“Nope,” Jeongin mumbles, rushing to the exit. Seungmin follows him out.
Chan is shoving Hyunjin and Changbin towards the door.
The bed starts slamming into the wall, presumably from the way the actor is moving on the cheap bed frame. All of the noises going on at once, combined with the flashing lights is starting to give Minho a headache.
“Hyung,” Felix gasps as his legs give out from under him. Minho has to kneel next to him, trying to get him to stand so they can leave.
Minho groans as he slams his knee into an old dresser on the way down. Items clatter to the floor. It's too dark to see properly. He grips Felix by the elbows and hauls him up. Something crunches under his foot, but he pays it no mind as he gets Felix out of the room and towards the glowing exit sign.
“Come on, it's almost over, you're okay,” Minho groans as he takes Felix’s weight. The poor man has gone completely silent with his fear besides his labored breathing.
The rest of their friends are waiting by the exit. Minho practically carries Felix outside the rest of the way and helps him to a bench nearby.
“I swear I heard a demon, near the end” Felix breathes when he finally gets his voice back.
“Felix, there's no such thing,” Minho groans.
Minho gets home to his apartment later that night. His head is still killing him, so he kicks off his sneakers and pads to the kitchen slowly, where he fills the kettle with some water for tea.
He thinks he'll have his tea and go straight to bed. Minho glances at the clock on the microwave and sees it's only 10 pm. He doesn't know when he became such an old man. He shivers a little, deciding he'll put the heater on tonight. It's a little chilly all of a sudden.
Soonie rubs up against his legs and Minho reaches down to pet him absentmindedly. Suddenly, his cat stiffens up and rushes off.
Minho shakes his head fondly and reaches into the cupboard for his favorite mug. His hand grips nothing but air. Minho looks up, confused. All of his mugs are gone, the shelf completely empty.
“What the fuck?” Minho says aloud. He turns to look at the drying rack by the sink, expecting to see them there. He wonders if he forgot to put them away. Minho is even more confused when he sees the drying rack is empty as well.
Minho opens the rest of his cupboards, at a loss, but his mug is nowhere to be seen. He walks out to the living room incredulously, wondering if he left them out, maybe, and is startled by a loud banging from the kitchen.
He jumps a little then turns back to the kitchen. All the cupboards are wide open, and his mugs are all back on the shelf like normal.
Minho pads over slowly and grabs a mug, shaking his head as he finishes making his tea. He must be more tired than he thought. His headache is making him imagine things.
That night, Minho tosses and turns. He has strange dreams, unable to stay asleep for long. Each time he startles awake, he can't remember what he dreamed about, only that he's covered in sweat and anxious.
He rolls over with a groan, frustrated, when he is awoken once more by his cat hissing and knocking something over as he runs out of the bedroom.
“Soonie,” he grumbles, rolling onto his back again to stare angrily at the ceiling. He's exhausted and his head is still pounding. He feels cold though he's covered in sweat.
Minho groans. He wonders if he's coming down with something. He dozes uncomfortably for a few moments before startling.
He can feel something shift on the edge of his bed, as if someone just sat down. He glances over, expecting to see Soonie, but there's nothing there.
Minho squints in darkness, straining his tired eyes. He must be sicker than he thought, because he swears the bed is pushed down as if there is someone sitting there. But there's nothing, just darkness.
“The fuck,” he grumbles, reaching out a foot to kick at the spot as hard as he can. He's in no mood for this. He just wants to fall back asleep.
What he doesn't expect is for his foot to actually hit something. Minho blinks in shock, eyes going wide as he runs his foot up…something. There's nothing there but thin air. He blinks harder, pulling his leg back and easing his sock off with his other foot. Then he shoves his leg back over and presses down on whatever it is with a bare foot.
He must be having a fever dream. It feels like flesh, warm and with a bit of give, like he has his foot in someone's lap. He tries to pull back his foot, weirded out, but something reaches out and grabs his foot.
Minho stares, in utter shock, as a clawed hand materializes out of thin air, the skin blackened and iridescent up to the elbow, almost as if it had been dunked in a bucket of oil. He glances over and it's as if the hand is coming out of darkness that's somehow even darker than the rest of the room. Minho squints his eyes harder, bewildered.
The hand's skin is very warm and almost leathery. The hand is slender, but definitely masculine, despite the inhuman skin color. He stares, feeling odd, as the hand runs a clawed finger up the arch of his foot. Minho feels like it's teasing him.
Minho narrows his eyes, jerking his leg back. But the hand doesn't let go, and his foot is stuck in the hand's grip.
Minho finds his voice.
“What the fuck? Let me go!” he growls, kicking again.
Suddenly, the hand, unnaturally strong, pulls on his foot and drags him out of his bedsheets to the end of the bed. He tenses as a weight envelops his body, pinning him heavily to his mattress.
He shouts in surprise when he sees what has dragged him over. The hand is no longer just a disembodied hand, but an entire person.
Minho isn't sure he would call what’s forcing him down onto the bed human.
Minho appraises the creature above him cautiously. It appears in the form of a young man, maybe a little younger than him. He has big eyes and round cheeks, so it's hard to tell his age.
His skin is pale, almost white, all over except for his hands and forearms. He's slim built, with a small waist and wide shoulders. He has shoulder length hair. He's barely dressed, in a a tight pair of leather pants that look practically painted on. On his bare chest and down his sides disappearing into his pants, Minho can see symbols inked into his skin, in the same oil slick black that coats his fingers. They're in no langage Minho has ever seen.
If it weren't for the unusual circumstances, Minho might try and pick up a man with his build at a bar.
Even more unnatural is the pair of large horns on his forehead, curling up tall towards the ceiling like a goat.
Minho blinks in surprise as he notices that the creature also has a long, inky spade tipped tail that waves almost playfully behind him. The creature is smirking, revealing a set of slightly pointed teeth.
Most unsettling of all, his eyes are completely black, as if he was wearing blackout lenses or something. Minho shudders as they gaze down at him.
“Who the fuck are you?” Minho manages to bite out. He's always been snarky when he's scared.
“Mm, don't you know it’s rude to ask my kind their name right away? For now, you can call me Jisung,” the creature breathes. He has a melodious voice. It's deeper than Minho expected.
“And what's your kind exactly?” Minho asks, trying to squirm out of the man's grip. He can't break free at all, despite the creature's build being more slight than his.
“Mm, shouldn't you know that already, baby?” Jisung purrs, running a clawed hand up Minho’s pajama clad chest. “You summoned me, after all…”
Minho squirms, feeling his ears heat up. He shivers when Jisung’s clawed fingers brush his nipple through his shirt.
“I didn't summon you!” Minho denies. “What are you, a demon or something? I'm fucking dreaming…”
“We prefer the term incubus. Well, whether or not you meant to, you shattered the necklace I was living inside. So now you have to feed me, baby…” the demon grins.
“F-Feed you? What do you mean, feed you?” Minho says incredulously.
“With your pretty body, of course,” Jisung giggles, rubbing Minho’s belly teasingly. “I'm tied to you now, until you let me have your sexual energy, I'll never leave you alone,”
“Who says I want to give you my body,” Minho huffs. He can feel the blush spreading down his neck and chest.
“Mm, but I'm just your type, aren't I?” the demon chuckles teasingly. “I can take whatever form that's most attractive to my human host. And this body is what you're most attracted to, isn't it, Minho?” the demon says.
“How do you know my name?” Minho breathes. He pointedly ignores the other bit of what the incubus said.
“I know everything about you, baby.” The demon breathes, leaning forward to straddle Minho’s hips. He takes Minho’s trembling hands and puts them on his tiny little waist.
“All your deepest, darkest fantasies, I can see them all. You're a very interesting man. You know, most people who summon me have me take on a normal human form. But you seem to like me in my natural form, isn't that right?”
“That’s not…” Minho mumbles, feeling exposed. “I'm not…”
“It's okay, there's nothing to be embarrassed about,” the demon breathes, leaning down further to lick at Minho's exposed neck. “I like that you like it. I know you'll taste even better this way,”
Minho trembles. The demon's tongue is inhumanly long and forked at the tip. He squeezes his eyes shut. He knows he should be scared, but for some reason it turns him on instead. He's so hard he can feel his erection throbbing in time with his heartbeat against Jisung’s pert little ass.
“Fuck,” he breathes, gripping the demon's waist.
This has to be a dream. There's no harm in enjoying something that's only a dream, right? He can be ashamed of himself tomorrow morning.
“You're so pretty,” the creature giggles, starting to suck at Minho's neck. “You'll taste so good, I can feel you just brimming with energy,”
“You won't kill me, will you?” Minho groans as the demon's sharp teeth scrape the sensitive vein on his neck.
“No,” the incubus grins. “Why, would that excite you?”
Minho flushes. “I didn't say that…”
“Don’t worry, baby,” Jisung says, his pointed teeth scraping lightly at Minho's neck. “I'll take you until you're wrung dry, how about that?”
“Oh, fuck,” Minho groans at the thought.
Jisung giggles, reaching for the hem of Minho's shirt and tugging it over his head. Minho lays back, dizzy, as the demon then proceeds to shove his pajama pants down only far enough to free his aching cock. It slaps against his belly, already wet at the tip and listing to the side under its own weight.
“Ooh,” Jisung purrs, eyeing Minho’s cock hungrily. “Big,”
Minho has half a mind to blush at the attention before Jisung snaps his fingers and his own leather pants disappear as if they were never there.
“Neat trick,” Minho breathes, eyes glazed as he notices the inky tattoos from Jisung’s upper body go past down past his pelvis to his thighs. His eyes nearly bulge out of his head when he notices the demon's cock is less than human looking. The skin is dark and inky, slick looking, with a reddened, pointed head that thickens rapidly to a much larger base. The whole thing is bumpy and ridged and Minho can't help the way he feels his hole clench half in arousal and half in trepidation.
“Incubus magic. Clothes are just an illusion for silly human modesty,” Jisung grins cockily, following Minho’s gaze. He cups the base of his cock and gives it a stroke. Warm precum oozes liberally from the pointed tip, much more than a human could ever produce.
“But you're not very modest, are you, Minho?” He grins, giggling a little when Minho can't seem to tear his eyes away.
“Y-Yeah,” Minho says, intelligently.
“Was gonna ride you, but maybe you'd like this inside more? How do you want me, baby?” Jisung purrs. He strokes himself again. Precum oozes past his fist and splatters against Minho’s pelvis where Jisung is perched over.
Minho feels like his mind is filled with syrup, slow and heavy, and they haven't even really done anything yet.
“Answer me, pretty,” Jisung purrs, using his free hand to rub at the heaving skin of Minho’s belly. He purposely avoids his cock, but Minho feels it jump anyway.
“U-Uh, ride me,” Minho says dumbly, unable to fathom how he'd possibly take Jisung’s cock, as much as he'd like to.
Jisung grins down at him, black eyes playful. “Was hoping you'd say that,”
He reaches down, gripping Minho’s cock and pressing it firmly between his ass cheeks. Minho bites his lip hard when he feels the sensitive head of his cock brush against warm wetness, his hole already covered in slick and pulsing eagerly.
“Oh, you're…” Minho says dumbly, gripping Jisung’s waist for dear life.
“More incubus magic,” Jisung purrs. “Besides, you're so hard you're about to pop. I want this inside me before you cum,”
Minho can only whimper as Jisung sinks down on his cock like it's nothing at all, his insides warm and tight and…ribbed? Minho has to toss his head back against the pillow as he fights not to cum too early.
“F-Fuck, fuck, what is that…” Minho sobs as his cock is squeezed, Jisung’s insides so warm and pulsing and textured in a way that feels so overwhelming it almost hurts.
Jisung snorts, grinning down at him almost manically as he begins bouncing rhythmically on Minho’s cock.
“Humans are so cute,” he giggles. “Does my hole feel that good on your big dumb cock, baby? I'll drain you dry,”
“Warm,” Minho can only whine in response. Jisung feels so warm around him. It almost burns. It feels like warmth is being pulled from his pelvis and into Jisung’s. He shivers, sweating but cold at the same time. He writhes under Jisung’s weight dizzily, his feet scrambling in the mess of sheets on his mattress and Jisung’s hole massages him just right.
Jisung giggles harder, little moans bursting from his chest as he bounces harder, showing no signs of tiring even with the enthusiastic rhythm he's upholding. He reaches up, cupping his own chest and pinching at his swollen nipples. His demonic cock bounces against his firm little tummy with the movement of his eager riding, splattering precum everywhere.
“Ah, your energy feels so good,” he sighs, tossing his head back. He slows his bouncing, grinding down on Minho’s aching cock, getting it as deep as he can.
“More, I need more,” he pants.
Minho groans, struggling to push himself deeper into the demanding demon.
He gasps for breath, overwhelmed, as Jisung’s insides seem to squeeze him even harder, then the length of his cock is somehow pushing even deeper inside the incubus as Jisung slams his hips down hard to meet his thrust.
Minho squeezes his eyes shut as the ridges at the base of his cock squeeze, and squeeze, and suddenly Minho is whimpering as he realizes he's locked inside Jisung’s tightening insides. He panics a little, trying to pull back, but the ridges inside the demon's anus are so tight now that he can't move, the movement only painful for his throbbing cock.
Minho’s struck with a pulse of arousal so strong at the idea that he's stuck inside of Jisung that he nearly cums right there. He can't pull out, he has to keep cumming until the incubus is full of him.
He sobs, trying to hold out.
“No, no, don't hold back. Give me your cum, human,” Jisung whines, reaching down to pin Minho’s pelvis to the bed so he stops squirming. Jisung’s insides grip him harder.
The demon reaches down, massaging at his thin belly with clawed hands and Minho glances down to see his own cock bulging through the thin skin of Jisung’s belly.
“F-Fuck,” Minho slurs, feeling his eyes roll back. He nearly blacks out as his cock throbs, unloading hot pulses of cum deep inside the demon.
The ridges in the incubus’ hole massage him so hard it starts to hurt, but that only makes Minho’s softening cock dribble more cum, the overstimulation extending his orgasm. His ears are ringing but he can vaguely hear Jisung’s eager whimpers.
“Your energy tastes so good, yes, yes!” Jisung chants, and Minho manages to open his bleary eyes just in time to see Jisung rubbing at his own belly with trembling fingers.
He's drooling a little, his dark eyes hazy and lids heavy. Minho comes back to himself a little more and nearly startles. An iridescent light is floating around them from where their bodies meet and being absorbed into Jisung’s belly where he's rubbing himself. He notices suddenly, one of the tattoos low on Jisung’s pelvis is glowing bright white.
Is that his energy inside Jisung?
Minho groans, miraculously feeling his cock twitch to life inside Jisung’s hole again so quickly he gets dizzy. He usually can't get hard again this quickly and stares down at where they are connected incredulously.
“F-Fuck, it hurts,” Minho whimpers. But he likes that it hurts. He likes watching Jisung gorging himself on his energy. “More,”
“Mhm, yes, more. I love your energy, human. You taste perfect. Fill me up some more!” Jisung demands, letting go of his belly to start bouncing on Minho’s cock again.
It barely takes a couple of bounces before Minho is sobbing as another couple weak jets of cum are massaged from his sore cock.
“I'm cumming, fuck, it hurts!” Minho shouts, jerking up into Jisung’s squeezing hole.
The orgasm seems to drag on again despite his body's weak ejaculation, the pleasure even more intense than the last one. He watches dizzily as more glowing energy leaves his pelvis and floats across the room to be absorbed in Jisung’s heaving belly. It's bulging a little, slightly round with Minho's energy.
This time, Jisung sobs as well, his untouched cock dribbling copiously all over the both of them away his eyes roll back. The demon is massaging that glowing spot on his belly again, rubbing his own cum into it and trembling all over.
It goes on for so long Minho is shocked as more and more creamy spend dribbles down onto them. Finally, he pulls off and collapses in a heap on top of them both, giggling.
“‘M so full of your energy,” Jisung purrs, sounding almost drunk as he curls up on Minho’s heaving chest. “Human, you taste better than others of your kind,”
Minho chuckles weakly.
“My cock hurts and we're both covered in, like, a literal bucket of cum,” Minho sighs.
“Mm, yeah” Jisung giggles. “You liked that part, though. I gorged myself much faster than usual because it made you so excited. You're the perfect human for me. I think I'll keep you!”
Minho gasps as white smoke passes over them and suddenly all the cum is cleaned away.
“Okay, I liked it. Maybe I don't want to keep you, though,” Minho snorts, trying not to blush.
“Mm, really?” Jisung grins, all cocky. He tosses his wrist. More air brushes past Minho’s pelvis and there's a cooling sensation around his sore cock.Minho sighs in relief.
“You don't like me?” Jisung pouts.
“I never said that,” Minho mumbles.
“Good, you can be my pet human then.” Jisung assures him.
His tummy growls. It's nearly 4 am but he's ravenous, suddenly.
Jisung grins wildly and with a flick of his wrist a bowl of rice and pork belly sits on the bed beside them.
“Okay, you can stay,” Minho says, sitting up to fork the food in his mouth. He sways, a little dizzy. Jisung materializes a glass of water. Minho drinks it so fast it dribbles down his chin. Jisung giggles, wiping it away.
“You're so cute, human! Make sure you eat well so you can get your energy back,”
Across the room, Soonie nudges the door open and climbs onto the bed at the smell of food. Jisung squeals.
“Oh, you have a cat! There's some of these in hell, you know. But they're way bigger,” Jisung grins.
Minho expects his cat to be scared of Jisung’s demonic form, but Soonie merely crawls over him and climbs into Jisung’s shoulder.
Jisung grins so wide it must hurt. He waves his hand and suddenly Soonie is licking away at a churru treat.
“Somehow I'm not surprised,” Minho breathes. He thinks he's taking this whole thing surprisingly well, considering.
Minho doesn't know how he's going to explain this to his friends.