by R Phoenix
“Is he the one who turned you into this?” Leandro demanded, his voice harsh. “Did you change to suit him? Does he like you like… this?” Scorn dripped from his voice.
“I don’t know. I’ve been around lots of people. I didn’t choose this,” Kolt said quickly, hastily.
As though he was supposed to believe that.
Leandro’s lips pursed, but he closed his eyes, trying to ignore the way his incubus looked as he kissed him — demanding, hard, intent upon reminding him just who owned him. “I have been very concerned about you,” he murmured against Kolt’s lips.
The incubus didn’t respond immediately. He was breathing hard, his fingers twisting into Leandro’s shirt. “I’m sorry, Lee,” Kolt whispered.
Leandro’s arms tightened around him, and he glanced to the side to see Gideon studiously avoiding looking at them. “I’m retiring to my room for the night,” Leandro informed him, releasing the incubus’ ridiculously short hair. “Unless it’s an emergency, don’t disturb us.” His hand slid from Kolt’s hair to the back of his neck, then down his spine until his arm finally looped around his incubus’ waist.
Kolt was back.
It felt like something heavy had lifted from his shoulders, but at the same time, there was an ache in his chest. He only led Kolt a few steps away before he backed the incubus against the wall, pinning him there and ignoring the other patrons of the casino. “Never leave me again,” he whispered savagely against Kolt’s lips, pressing hard against him. “Or I will rip you to shreds so no one else can ever have you.”
Kolt shivered beneath him, a full body shiver that was followed by a sharp, breathless nod as the incubus looked up at him. “Yes, sir,” Kolt answered him with words too.
Only then — hearing that edge to those words, that sultry quality of being called sir by his slave — did he really feel like this misshapen creature was his Kol’tso.
Leandro was breathing hard, but he took a step back then. He gestured toward the door leading upstairs. “Up,” he ordered.
His incubus obeyed — at least he understood his place enough to listen now — and Leandro followed him up. As soon as they were inside, he closed the door behind them, pausing to lean against the doorframe and look, truly look, at what Kolt had become.
Kolt looked forlorn, out of place, standing there in the place that should’ve been his home forever. Now it was like he’d never been there before. Whatever grace he’d seemed to have had when he’d brazenly walked up to him seemed to seep out of him now under his scrutiny.
“Do you find me repulsive?” the incubus asked, glancing at him.
Leandro approached him, resting his palm against his cheek. He sighed, then kissed Kolt’s forehead. “No, my Kol’tso. But I don’t like you looking like this. I want my Kolt back.”
Slowly, Kolt’s arms came up to wrap around his waist, and he leaned in close. It became obvious then that he was taller than he had been, but the incubus still fit under his chin — albeit barely.
“I’ll change again soon,” Kolt said.
Nodding slowly, Leandro ran his hands up and down his incubus’ back. “I have missed you, my Kolt,” he whispered. The way his voice broke, the way grief and panic and fury all seeped into his voice, blindsided even him.
Kolt’s arms tightened around his waist, squeezing him. “So fucking much,” he agreed, and his incubus’ voice sounded strange too.
He kissed Kolt’s lips again and again, simultaneously hating him for looking so different and being overwhelmingly relieved he was home. He pushed him back, one step at a time, walking him backwards into the bedroom. He didn’t want to see Kolt’s new body; he wanted to change it. “How do I make you change faster?” Leandro asked, already yanking at Kolt’s shirt.
Kolt’s breath was already coming harder, the kisses that were just being reciprocated before now starting to be initiated again as well. “Fuck me,” he said breathlessly. “Feed me, get us both off. It’s the fastest way.”
Leandro growled his agreement, stripping the incubus as quickly as he could possibly remove someone else’s clothing from his slave. If he had the patience, he’d have made him wash away the scents of others, make him smell like his master alone, but he couldn’t wait.
Not when he had so much work to do, and that defiled body was naked before him.
Kolt’s hands were on his belt, undoing the buckle, and he didn’t even bother to remove it before popping the button open and zipping the fly down.
Pushing against Kolt’s hand, Leandro pulled his own shirt off, discarding it without so much as a glance at where it landed. His eyes focused instead on Kolt — Kolt, who had become the beginning and end of his universe, only to destroy it when he’d gone away.
He pushed the tip of his cock against Kolt’s lips — those lips of a stranger that were somehow as familiar as ever — and into his mouth. He hadn’t fucked anyone since his incubus had left. All that pent-up lust and frustration threatened to control him instead of the other way around — more so when the incubus swallowed around his cock, sucking on it with expert precision.
If he closed his eyes, it was almost like old times.
“Yes…” Leandro groaned, rocking his hips gently at first, allowing Kolt to suck his cock as he’d taught him to all those years ago, when he hadn’t yet been perfect either. He wasn’t going to last long, not with those lips wrapped around him, but he didn’t want to finish like that. He tugged at Kolt’s hair, urging him back. “Who does your ass belong to?” he demanded, lying back and reaching a hand out to the incubus.
“You,” Kolt instantly replied.
“Who do you belong to?”
“You,” Kolt repeated, still without hesitation, still with those wrong-colored eyes locked onto his.
A shiver ran down his spine, and he focused on that — on Kolt’s reaction, his words, his eagerness. He could’ve heard those words forever, and he was tempted to make him repeat it again. But they both knew who he belonged to… It didn’t really require repetition.
“Show me.”
Kolt reacted like he always did, all lust and no hesitation. He reached for the nightstand with one hand, dragging the drawer open and grabbing the lube.
Leandro pulled the incubus down to him and kissed him hotly — impatient for the moment he would look right again, where he would have that beautiful hair to hold on to again. “Do it,” he told Kolt again, giving the incubus a shove to make him move faster. “Mm, or…”
He wasn’t feeling patient, but at the same time… The more energy they built up, the more swiftly Kolt would change, right? He took the lube from Kolt, coating his own fingers, then urged the incubus to spread his legs.
The idea that someone else might’ve touched that hole, might’ve fucked it, infuriated him all over again, and he wanted to possess it and Kolt every way he possibly could. He slid one finger into Kolt, who startled but moaned like the whore he was. His gaze remained locked on the incubus’ as he let his own lust loose. “Feed,” he whispered. “I want to know that you’re becoming mine again when I’m fucking you.”
Another moan, this one harsher, wrenched itself from his incubus’ throat as that body writhed under the onslaught of lust and the sensations he wrought upon it, and at the knowledge that he was being claimed, that he was owned.
Kolt might’ve forgotten for a time, but Leandro would make sure he never did again.
“You like that, don’t you?” Leandro asked, sliding a second finger in and his own cock twitching. “Being mine inside and out?” he whispered, his voice as demanding as it was vulgar.
“Fuck,” Kolt moaned, bucking against him. “Yes, please, more, Lee…”
“Say it,” he hissed as he pushed his fingers in with a sharp twist.
Kolt’s hands came to rest on his shoulders. The incubus tried to focus his gaze on his, with little success as Leandro scissored the fingers inside that tight ass and rubbed Kolt’s cock with his other hand.
“I want to be yours. M
ake me yours…” Kolt answered at long last — panting the last words, as if he’d been trained to say them that way.
The sound of it went straight to his cock. Perhaps he should spend more time training his incubus for these reactions.
But that would have to wait until he could stand to look at what passed for his Kolt again. For now, he wavered between insatiable lust and the knowledge that his incubus had been tainted. He would erase that, would erase everything else from him until there was nothing left but Leandro.
As it should’ve been all along.
As it would be from now on.
Leandro withdrew his slick fingers from Kolt’s ass, lining his cock up to take their place. The first inch alone was gratifying, and he moaned at the thought of filling his incubus and properly reclaiming him. His other hand slid along the shaft of Kolt’s erection, and he watched, hungry for that desire and need to change something about the body beneath his own. Simple pleasure wasn’t enough, not yet.
Kolt was tight as ever, even with the preparation he’d had, and Leandro could feel his climax fast approaching. He tightened his hand around Kolt’s dick until he felt and heard him whimper, saw him flinch and those slim hips buck up wantonly.
“Come for me,” Leandro whispered. The words were a demand, an order that he’d see obeyed. He needed to feel Kolt’s ass clenching around him when he came, and the hot spill of seed against his chest as his incubus lost himself to the pleasure along with him.
Kolt grabbed him by the back of the neck, pulling him into a kiss with a rough start and moaning into it as it began to mellow out into something gentler, more sensual. He allowed the incubus to lead at first, but it wasn’t long before he demanded more. Leandro drove his cock in harder, stroking Kolt faster until the tightness around his cock became almost unbearable.
Seconds passed, an eternity, then Kolt came with a needy noise erupting from somewhere deep down.
He’d forced himself to wait that long, as difficult as it had been, and he luxuriated in the feeling of his incubus’ climax. He was still reveling in it when he tensed, coming between one quick, harsh thrust and the next. He kissed Kolt harder, deeper, and drew him in closer.
“Welcome home, my Kolt,” Leandro whispered against his mouth.
Chapter Thirty-Five
The first thing Gideon noticed was that Leandro looked terrible.
If the fae could have hangovers, this would have personified it. Unsurprisingly, Leandro didn’t look happy, either. His fingers tightly clutched Kolt’s arm, and he dragged the incubus behind him without giving him a chance to catch up.
Kolt looked good, on the other hand, despite the fact that he never should’ve come back at all. His hair had lengthened considerably, and the dark strands were streaked with the pale blond color Leandro preferred, giving it an almost silver quality. It came as no surprise that he looked smaller too, his body reacting to his new lover.
Or rather, his old one.
“Leandro, stop. You wanted this!” Kolt protested, half-hysterical as he tugged hard against the bruising grip on his arm.
“Stand watch,” Leandro ordered Gideon without looking at him or acknowledging Kolt. “No one is to interrupt.”
The fae’s grip on Kolt never faltered, and he dragged the incubus into the isolation chamber that had been built in one of the back rooms of the Lucky Blight. The room still smelled of paint, so newly designed that Gideon hadn’t fully understood its purpose. They had never bothered to detain anyone back there — until now, and the realization dawned on Gideon almost as fast as the glimpse of the future appeared in his mind’s eye.
Leandro slammed Kolt against the wall, pinning him in place with his full body weight. “You took too much,” he said, an odd note in his voice that Gideon couldn’t identify. “And you barely changed. What were you trying to do, Kolt? Kill me like you killed Nero?”
The future didn’t change, but it came so much faster than he could have anticipated. Suddenly, he understood why Leandro had ordered him to meet him there. It wasn’t that the fae needed someone to protect him, like he’d thought — like his fucking job was.
Leandro didn’t want interlopers seeing the way Kolt had affected him.
Kolt never should have come back.
“No!” Kolt said, shaking his head frantically. “No, Lee, I thought it would work. I wasn’t trying to hurt you. Why would I?”
Leandro’s expression softened, if only slightly. “But you did,” he said quietly.
“But I didn’t mean to! I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry. I didn’t know it wouldn’t work.”
Leandro shook his head. “No,” he said, his voice cracking. “No, Kol’tso.”
Something twisted inside of Gideon as he saw all of Kolt’s attempts to reason with the fae fail, one by one, in every possible future. He involuntarily took a step forward before he could catch himself. If he interrupted, Leandro would fucking kill him.
But if he didn’t—
He could barely believe that this was happening — that Leandro could do something like this, could violate Kolt like this. Slave or not, debt owed or not. Gideon didn’t want to believe it, and he was rooted to the spot. His normal unflappable demeanor was shaken to its core.
“It just takes time then. I swear I didn’t want to hurt you,” Kolt said, his pleading eyes too wide. “C’mon, Lee, I came back for you. I came back!” His voice broke in a way Gideon had never heard before.
“You did,” Leandro agreed, and the soft whisper of air rustled Kolt’s glossy hair. “I’m hopeful we can fix this, Kolt. No more incidents like this, no more problems. Simply you and me, where we’re supposed to be.”
The air continued to stir, and the hair on the back of Gideon’s neck stood up.
“Leandro, pl—”
Kolt’s words cut off abruptly, and Leandro sighed. He smoothed his fingers through Kolt’s hair then took a step back. He kept his pet pinned to the wall with invisible restraints created out of air, fashioned to prevent both motion and speech, like a butterfly about to be mounted on a piece of wood.
It was grotesque.
“I hate to do this, Kol’tso. Truly,” Leandro said, and his voice was heavy with regret as he regarded the incubus before him.
Gideon didn’t know why the fae was talking, except maybe to drag this out. The words had no point or purpose. It was all bullshit. If he hated to do this, then he didn’t have to fucking do it. It was rare for one of Leandro’s kind to tell an outright lie, but this couldn’t be true when he prepared to lock the incubus away in isolation.
“I suppose we’ll finally find out what happens to an incubus with no one to actively please, hmm?” Leandro said, as his fingers brushed away the moisture from Kolt’s eyes. He sounded conversational then, but wistful when he went on, “It’ll all be over soon. Then we can go back to the way things were. It’ll be all better.”
Gideon didn’t know who he was trying to convince, but it wasn’t Kolt, and it sure as fuck wasn’t him.
“I’ll miss you dearly, love,” the fae went on, and there was distress in his voice as he feigned his way through the range of human emotions. “Time will pass quickly. You’ll see.”
Gideon stared incredulously. With his back turned, Leandro wouldn’t see just how shaken his right-hand man was, though Gideon doubted he would care at all now.
His eyes went to Kolt’s and locked onto them, seeing the despair as the incubus met his gaze, pleading wordlessly to help him. His hands had clenched into fists, and he tasted blood in his mouth from biting his tongue.
The fae continued to back out of the room.
Gideon could see the wild desperation in Kolt’s eyes — the panic, the terror, the betrayal — even if Leandro kept him from being able to express it any other way.
Kolt never should have come back.
This went beyond crossing a line, and he wasn’t sure there was any coming back from it, and Gideon still couldn’t do anything. He was still frozen in place, a forced witness
.
It was a chilling reminder that the fae wasn’t human. He wasn’t even like normal otherkin, who had most of the traits that made them less alien.
Morality.
Empathy, and not this mockery meant to resemble it.
Then again, Gideon wasn’t showing much of either one. He was just standing there, watching this, and for what? Fear of the fae? “Leandro.” His voice was strangled, the name odd even to his own ears.
“Just a moment, Gideon,” Leandro said, only casting him a sidelong glance.
Gideon could see tears — fucking tears! — in the fae’s eyes, and he couldn’t even begin to comprehend that feigned grief. “No, Leandro. I—”
“I said, just a moment!” The fae’s voice was sharp, and it was suddenly very difficult to breathe as the air around him grew thin in an instant.
Gideon took in what little air he could, never looking away from Kolt and those haunting, frantic eyes. He tried to draw in enough to speak, but the fae’s magic was precise and effective. Gideon felt light-headed enough just trying to draw in enough air.
“I wish I could kiss you, Kolt,” Leandro said, his voice far softer then. “But you’ve lost your way and can’t be trusted now. You’ll see though. It’ll be better, soon,” he repeated.
The bastard had the nerve to smile, even letting his lip quiver and tears slide down his face.
Gideon wanted to scream and argue, to fight the fae, even if it meant his own demise. But as was rapidly becoming custom, he wanted to do things too little, and far too late. He should’ve acted before!
Leandro gazed at Kolt for a moment longer, then took the final step back out of the room. As the fae closed the reinforced, windowless door, Gideon saw Kolt move in the split second before the door closed all the way, the fae’s spells obviously releasing him. The incubus rushed forward to the shrinking strip of light that fell into the isolation room, but he wasn’t fast enough.
Leandro turned the physical lock, the one that would’ve been easy to flip open, then selected a key and locked the deadbolt as well. He followed that with a soft murmur, and the brush of magic sealed the room completely.
