by JC Holly
“I was killing them? I was killing you?”
“No. At most you added a few years to their clocks. And you don’t have to worry about it with me. Shifters have a lot more life energy. Any damage you might do would be healed in an hour or so.”
Shifters. Mica had almost forgotten about that part of the evening. Jerry was a shapeshifter. Another few dozen questions were added to the list in his head.
“Anything else?” It was all Mica could think to say. It was too much.
“This one is harder to prove, really, but your scent is different. I, and those like me, have very sensitive senses of smell. Even in human form we can detect a hell of a lot more than regular people can.”
“So I smell funny?”
“Not funny. Different. Like how whisky and wine smell different. It’s pretty obvious which is which based on smell, but when you mix them, it gets a little more complicated.” He smirked. “Not the best example. Anyway, one scent overwhelms the other. In this case the human scent is much stronger than the incubus scent, so it took me a while to figure out what you were.”
“My showers.” Mica looked up at Jerry. “My showers are hot.”
“You’ve lost me.”
He shook his head. “Sorry, my brain is all over the place right now. It’s hard to keep things straight. When I have a shower, I have to crank the heat to max to feel it.”
“And when you’re outdoors, the temperature doesn’t bother you much?”
“Barely at all.” He smirked. “I used to go out in the winter in shorts and T-shirt. My friends used to think there was something wrong with me.” The smile faded. “I guess there is.”
“No, not at all.” Jerry stood and joined Mica on the couch and took his hand between his own. “Different, not wrong. Like me.”
Suddenly Mica felt like an ass. He’d been sitting there complaining about being not entirely human to someone who wasn’t entirely human. He put his other hand on top of Jerry’s and held the man’s gaze.
“Sorry. I keep saying that, don’t I?”
“It should be me saying it,” Jerry said. “I’m the one who sprung it on you.”
“We’re quite the pair, it seems.” Mica sighed. “You know what I need right now?”
Jerry cocked his head. “What?”
“My damn burger.”
Chapter Thirteen
Jerry sat back on the couch and let out a sigh. The burger had lasted about three whole seconds, and hadn’t made a dent in his hunger, so they’d called the local pizza place and between them demolished their largest pie.
“That beats a meal in a fancy restaurant any day.”
Mica snorted a laugh. “Definitely.”
In the time it had taken for the pizza to arrive, and for them to eat it, Mica had seemed to revert to his normal self. He was clearly still a little distracted, and who could blame him, but his smile had returned. Jerry had supplied all the information he could about incubi while they ate, and made sure to highlight the positives.
“You know what I need to do,” Mica said, his phone in his hand.
“More takeout? I’m not sure we need it, but I guarantee I’d eat it.”
He grinned. “I wish. No, I meant I need to call my mom.”
“Ah. You sure you want to do it now?”
“I’d better. It might take me a month to get the nerve up again. Besides, I have support.”
Jerry squeezed his hand. Through all the revelations of the past couple of hours, Jerry wasn’t sure if Mica would want to stick around. It looked like he did. As Mica punched in a phone number, Jerry kissed him on the forehead.
The call was picked up on the first ring, and thanks to Jerry’s hearing, he got both sides of the conversation clearly.
“Hello?” a woman’s voice said.
“Hey, Mom. It’s Mica.”
“Mica! It’s about time you called.” Her accent was much thicker than Mica’s. “Is everything good?”
“Pretty much.” Mica glanced at Jerry and smiled. “I met a guy.”
“Already? You move fast, honey.”
“The heart wants what it wants.” He started to color, and cleared his throat.
Jerry squeezed his hand again and nodded, as if to say, “Go on.”
“Anyway.” Mica licked his lips. “I had a question about Dad.”
“Oh, sure. What’s up?”
“Was he a demon?”
The line was silent for a few seconds, before Mica’s mom replied. “Yes, dear. He was an incubus.”
Mica let out a long breath and half laughed. “All right then. That was the hard part, I guess.”
“I take it you’ve realized you’re different then, honey.”
“Something like that.”
His mom sighed. “I meant to have this conversation years ago, but the longer you leave these things, the harder it is. I’d at least hoped to talk in person about it.”
“I’ll visit soon, Mom. Was he…Was he a nice guy?”
“The nicest, Mica. I know incubi are known for being nice guys. That’s how they get you between the sheets, after all.”
“Mom!”
Jerry stifled a laugh, turning it into a cough instead, but Mica punched him on the arm anyway.
“Is someone else there?” she asked. “This isn’t something you should tell others, honey. They wouldn’t understand.”
“It’s okay Mom, he’s different too. He’s a shapeshifter.”
“Oh, okay then. He’ll know how to keep a secret.”
Mica’s eyebrows hit the roof. “That’s it? No surprise about me dating a member of the supernatural community?”
“Sweetie, you are a member of the supernatural community. You just didn’t know it. Anyway, as I was saying. He was a great guy, yes. Not the kind you’d take home to meet your parents, but he treated me right.”
“That’s what matters,” Mica said, smiling. “I’ll call you tomorrow, okay? And I’ll come visit as soon as I can so we can talk properly.”
“Good. Tell your boyfriend I said hi, and don’t be up all night, okay?”
“Yes Mom. Goodnight.”
Mica ended the call and tossed the phone onto the coffee table before slouching back onto the couch.
“Well, it’s indisputable now, I guess. I’m a badass.”
Jerry reached over and pulled Mica closer to him. “Makes two of us.”
Mica grinned and patted Jerry’s thigh. “How’s the shoulder?”
Jerry rolled his shoulder experimentally. “No pain, and it itches like hell, which means it’s closing up again.”
“So it wouldn’t cause an issue if you were to, say, throw me on the bed and bang my brains out?”
“If we skip the throwing part, I’m sure I’ll be fine.”
Mica rubbed Jerry’s thigh. “And you’re sure I won’t hurt you with my weirdo demon powers?”
“Promise.”
“Well, in that case.”
Mica jumped to his feet and turned away from Jerry. Slowly, he worked his pants down until his bare ass was exposed, then walked toward the stairs. He looked over his shoulder and winked.
“Come and get it.”
Mica made it as far as the doorway before Jerry had caught up. With a quick yank he tore the pants away completely, destroying them in the process.
“Careful,” Mica said as Jerry slapped his ass. “I’m not as sturdy as you.”
“On the contrary,” Jerry said, as he nudged Mica toward the staircase. “You’re a lot stronger than you think. Incubi aren’t just lovers, you know. They’re feared fighters, too.”
“Well, in that case, do what you want with me.”
“Oh, I was intending to, believe me.”
* * * *
Once again naked thanks to Jerry’s hands, Mica was beginning to think clothes weren’t worth wearing around the guy. He kept his slow pace up the stairs and along the hallway, and judging by the low growls behind him, it was having the intended effect. With a smile on his
lips, Mica stopped in the doorway of the bedroom, his hand on the frame as he glanced over his shoulder.
“You coming?”
Jerry was up against him in an instant, moving so fast that he seemed to blur. Now that his secret was revealed, it seemed he was happy to flaunt his differences. Mica made a note to try and do the same thing, once he learned what those differences actually were, other than draining people and not being able to appreciate a shower unless it was hot enough to steep tea in. Those thoughts were for when he didn’t have Jerry’s clothed but rapidly thickening cock rubbing up against his ass.
“Oh, I’m going to come,” Jerry said, his voice a rumble of thunder. “Multiple times. And you’re going to take every drop.”
Mica reached back and rubbed his hand along Jerry’s bulge. “Gladly.”
Jerry slapped Mica’s ass, then pushed him into the bedroom. Mica allowed himself to be pushed, his feet dancing over the plush carpet. When he reached the bed he jumped on top of the fresh sheets and lay down on his front, resting his head on his hands.
“Something about shifters you might not have known,” Jerry said, as he fished in the bedside drawer. “Something I find to be very advantageous.”
Mica turned to face him. “Oh? What’s that?”
Jerry smiled as he pulled out a bottle of lube. “We’re immune to everything.” He dropped his pants, exposing his thick cock. “No condoms required.”
Mica couldn’t help but blush. His heart pounded at the thought of being taken bareback, and it looked like it was about to happen.
“If that’s okay,” Jerry added. “I mean, if you’re not—”
“I’m good,” Mica blurted, maybe a little loudly. “I’ve…I’ve always preferred it.”
Jerry’s smile returned and he pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it aside, and giving Mica his first look at the wound on Jerry’s shoulder. Dried blood covered the area, obscuring the damage, but from the amount of blood it had to be pretty serious. Jerry noticed his expression and glanced at his shoulder.
“Shoot,” he said. “Hang on, I need to wash up.”
He dashed to the bathroom, and Mica tried not to giggle at the sight of the man’s cock bouncing up and down as he ran. He was back moments later, clean and looking a little sheepish. A white dressing was fixed in place with strips of medical tape.
“Sorry about that.” He gestured to the bandage. “Bit of a mood killer, I guess.”
Mica rolled onto his front, propping himself on his elbows. “Oh, I don’t know. Makes you look dangerous. Maybe get a tattoo around it, too.”
Jerry moved to the bed and climbed up over Mica, his knees straddling Mica’s waist and his balls brushing against Mica’s hard-on. “Problem with that is there won’t even be a scar in a few days.” He bent down and kissed Mica on the forehead. “Plus tattoos take extra thought with shifters. We have to live with them for a lot longer than humans.”
“That a fact?” Mica reached down and gripped both cocks at once, holding them against each other, then began to stroke. “What about us filthy half-breed demons?”
Jerry let out a long breath of contentment as Mica worked.
“Probably similar to shifters, but it’s hard to tell.”
“So we have many years ahead of us, huh?” Mica grinned. “I like the sound of that.”
Jerry shared the smile, then reached down and brushed a hair from Mica’s face. “Me too. Now put my cock in your mouth like a good little slut.”
Mica let go of the man’s cock and Jerry slid further up the bed until his cock bobbed an inch from Mica’s lips. He opened wide and Jerry moved forward, the flesh of his cock sliding along Mica’s tongue.
“Fuck,” Jerry murmured as Mica began to move back and forth. “You’ve got such a hot little mouth.”
Mica shifted so he could prop himself up using one arm, and used his free hand to massage Jerry’s balls, squeezing gently as he sucked. A hand slid around his head and held him in place, pulling him further down the shaft until Jerry’s cockhead pushed against the back of Mica’s throat.
“Yes,” Jerry hissed. “Take it all.”
If you insist…He’d held something back on their previous times, worried about Jerry’s size being an issue. This time he was more confident, though. It took him a moment to relax his throat enough, but he was soon ready, and pushed hard onto Jerry’s cock, ignoring the instinct to gag. Jerry gasped in surprise. Mica pushed further still, then pulled back before repeating. Each time he took more of Jerry’s cock until he reached his limit and pulled all the way out, gasping for air.
“How’s that?” he asked as he stroked Jerry’s wet cock.
Jerry’s face said it all. A mix of surprise and lust. Mica grinned and took the length again, quicker this time. Finding a rhythm, he started to bob on Jerry’s shaft, taking a much as he could and only coming away when he had to breathe.
It didn’t take long before Jerry was gasping for air himself, and halfway through another dive down the man’s shaft, he stopped Mica and pulled him away.
“That’s enough,” he said, his voice low. “Turn the fuck over. Now.”
Mica didn’t try and argue. He flipped over and held his cheeks wide, exposing his tight asshole.
“Do it,” he said, letting a little whine into his voice. “I want you inside me. Fill me.”
He jumped as cold lube dripped onto his most sensitive spot, then let out a long moan as Jerry’s massive cockhead pushed up against it.
“Yes,” Mica hissed. “Fuck me, Jerry. Treat me like a whore and then come in my face.”
A hard slap across his cheeks made him cry out. It stung, but he wanted it. He wanted more.
“Again,” he shouted. “More!”
Jerry obliged, slapping the other cheek even harder. “You’re a slut.” His voice was ragged. “A fucking slut.”
“I am,” Mica cried. “And I need to be punished.”
“Oh, you’ll be fucking punished.”
Jerry’s cockhead was once again pushing against Mica’s asshole, and this time there was no gentleness. Mica had been expecting it, though, and was more than ready. Jerry pushed hard, and slipped inside.
Mica whimpered at the mixture of pain and pleasure as Jerry pushed deep inside him.
“Like that?” Jerry asked, delivering another stinging slap.
“God, yes.”
Mica bit his lip. His fists clenched, taking up swathes of the bed sheet. Jerry wasn’t taking any prisoners this time, and it felt incredible. Within seconds he was deep inside Mica, and it was like he’d never left. The sense of being full, being complete, returned, and Mica let out a long sigh. This was what he craved every second of every minute of every fucking day, and if he played his cards right, he could get it for centuries.
Once he was as far inside as he could be, Jerry slowed his strokes a little, but he didn’t let up, punctuating each deep stroke with another slap. Now he was in his groove, he clearly wanted to make it last as long as he could. Mica certainly wasn’t going to complain.
On each down stroke, Mica pushed his hips up toward Jerry to maximize the depth, then pulled away again as the man pulled back. The alternating feelings of emptiness and being completely full had his own cock hard enough to explode from the pressure. It was a miniature torment that in his current position he couldn’t reach to stroke himself.
Perhaps his wriggling clued Jerry in, or perhaps it was some freaky shifter instinct, but before Mica knew what was happening, he was being lifted and pulled back toward the end of the bed, Jerry still inside him. Mica’s feet hit the floor and he bent low to grab the footboard for stability.
“Better?” Jerry asked.
“Much.”
“Good.”
Jerry pushed deep once again and Mica grabbed his own shaft, stroking in time with the movements of his lover. He had to slow several times to keep from coming, and the feeling of being on the very edge of an orgasm only served to make the whole situation all the more plea
surable.
Time passed, but Mica had no clue how much of it. All he focused on was the sensation of Jerry’s cock slipping back and forth inside him, and when Jerry’s breathing shifted to that of someone on the edge, he almost felt disappointed. Not that he’d show it. Instead he encouraged Jerry to speed up, slapping back on the man’s cock hard.
“Harder,” Mica moaned. “Faster.”
Hands gripped his hips and held him tight and Jerry obliged, using Mica more like a sex toy than a person as he slammed into him over and over. His breathing turned into growls, and got louder on each stroke until he was practically roaring. The sound sent a shiver through Mica. He felt wetness on his hand and looked down to find he had come, covering himself in cum.
Jerry kept working, kept pounding into Mica’s ass until he could go no longer. With a gasp he pulled out completely. Mica turned and dropped to his knees, his eyes on Jerry’s.
“Come for me,” Mica whispered. “Cover me in your load.”
Jerry grunted and jerked his cock faster than any human would have been capable of. He let out a short cry and a split second later his cock spurted forth its load, hitting Mica in the face with hot cum. He held eye contact with Jerry the whole time as the man pumped himself dry on Mica’s face. Finished, he sagged and blew out a long breath.
“Fuck, that drain really kicks in after a while.”
Mica raised a messy eyebrow. “I thought you were strong enough to take it.”
“Oh, I am. If I was human I’d be out cold.”
“Well that settles that, then.” Mica grinned. “Shifters from now on.”
“Shifter,” Jerry said. “Singular. Me.”
“I’ve been claimed, have I?”
Jerry smirked and ran a finger down Mica’s face. “I should say so.”
Mica poked out his tongue, then wiped his face on Jerry’s discarded shirt. “Looks like you’re claimed, too. By me.”
“I think I can live with that.”
Chapter Fourteen
