You jerk awake to a searing pain on your face and dripping down your chest. You blink as the cloudy blackness hanging around the edges of your vision slowly clears away. You're in a small but bright room with a covered skylight. It's shabby and unkempt, like nobody's been in the place for years. The light filtering in hurts your eyes and you squint, blinking away- water maybe? Ouch, nope, holy shit that is not water because whatever it is, it burns.

You hiss and try and jerk away from whatever the mystery substance is, but something's holding you back. You have absolutely no idea where you are and you think you're tied to a chair.

You hear something sloshing around then you feel rather see, the acid stuff splash onto your skin again; on your forearm this time. You try yet again to blindly pull away and get nothing for your efforts but a hard slap to the face.

You stop struggling as a white-hot piece of metal is pressed against your throat, and you scream so loud you hurt you hurt your own ears, at least until you get socked in the face again and the metal is withdrawn from your neck, leaving you hunched forward slightly and panting. You barely make out the muttered, "Cut him some slack," through your ringing ears and the splitting headache that accompanied them.

You swallow and close your eyes as you try to get your thoughts back in order, tasting blood when you lick your lips. Now, what is the last thing you remember? School, you were in your final class of the day. Then you started walking home since it was nice out today for once and you didn't feel like being squeezed in with all the other students on the bus. You were walking home and took your usual shortcut through the wooded patch of land near the park down the street from your house… and then nothing.

That's it. Zip. Zero. Zilch. Nada. Absolutely nothing past going past the first couple of trees.

Maybe you were kidnapped or held for ransom, though you and Dad can't even afford to fix your teeth, so paying a ransom wouldn't really be possible.

"Wake up, sleeping beauty." The acid-like stuff burns you on your back and you thrash, pulling at the restraints digging into your wrists, ankles, and midsection.

You were probably kidnapped, and now your kidnappers are torturing for no apparent reason. Oh, and the one who talked sounded like a guy, so at least you know that.

You try and keep the fear out of your voice when you say, "Let me go. Please."

You jump slightly when the answering voice is directly behind you, close. "Nope, not a happening thing." You close your eyes when you hear him step around to stand in front of you. Somewhere you'd heard or read that if you didn't know who your captor was or what they looked like, they were more likely to let you go since you wouldn't be able to identify them. Or so you hoped; it was a good a plan as any.

"Please! I don't have any money; my dad can't even afford to get me braces! I'm worthless, just let me go!"

The man grabs your hair and yanks your head back, and you reflexively open your eyes back up, glimpsing your kidnapper's face. You recognize him immediately. It's a kid from your school, just a grade above you. Dave Walker or something. His trademark sunglasses are a dead giveaway.

"Bull. Shit. You know what you are!" He practically spits in your face and you flinch, eliciting a look of disgust from him. "Don't even try to give us the whole innocent spiel; I don't want to hear it. Now, tell us where the others are." His voice is a low growl and it's an understatement to say you are very, very alarmed by Dave.

Eyes wide, you try and give him what he wants as best you can. "Others? I don't know what you're talking about, I swear!"

You don't see the blow to your face coming, but you certainly feel it, and it's more than hard enough to make your vision blur. You feel what is presumably blood drip from your nose, but luckily, you don't think it's broken. "Yes, the others you idiot!" You're yanked forward by your shirtfront, your face less than an inch away from Dave's, and your gaze is met with his own glare. His eyes are red and some part of you idly wonders if it's a genetic disorder. "Where. Are. They."

"I don't know who you're talking about!" Your voice shakes but you can't help it.

You're flung backwards and the chair you're strapped to tips over, and you squeeze your eyes shut, waiting to hit the floor, but you never do. After a moment you slowly open one eye, then the other. The other person in the room had stepped forward with remarkable speed and caught you (and the chair) just before you would have hit the floor. You peer up at him as best you can with your inverted view.

He bears a striking resemblance to Dave, though he seems a little sharper. Yes, that's the word that best describes him. He's thinner than Dave, his face narrower, and his expression is utterly blank. He barely gives you a passing glance with his bright orange eyes before righting you. He tuts at Dave, suddenly appearing beside you. Ruffling your hair with one hand, he tilts his head, otherwise ignoring you. "Now, now, Dave. No need to be rude to our guest." His voice has a slightly southern inflection to it, but is just as lacking in emotion as his expression. You aren't sure who to be more wary of, Dave, or this other character.

He might seem to care a tad more about your well-being, but his unnatural, calculating calmness unnerves you. He vaguely reminds of a few others at your high school that you knew for a fact were on something illegal; usually almost blissfully calm, but would violently flip out if provoked. You had always been sure to steer clear of the Makara's kind.

Dave lets out a low hiss. "This bitch isn't our guest. Demons aren't worthy of that title, not by a long shot."

Great. It's almost perfectly clear now. You got stuck with the lovely brand of homophobe known as the religious fanatic. Demons, how original. You obviously haven't been kidnapped for ransom, that's all too clear now if Dave's outbursts are anything to go by. So, judging what's been said, you've just become the victim of yet another hate crime. You'd make some plea about how they've got you pegged wrong, but you've been 'out' at school as bisexual for as long as you can remember and Dave would know you're lying. You never really got how liking men as well as women made you a demon, but you can't say you haven't heard worse.

Put simply, you are utterly screwed. You already know reasoning won't work, but that won't stop you from trying.

"I'm not a demon; you're insane!" Not the best plan, but you hadn't been exactly planning your words.

Before Dave gets out another retort, the other man cuts in, shushing the first. "What's your name?"

You ignore Dave's incredulous look, this time considering whether or not you should even say anything. You swallow before answering. "John. My name is John Egbert."

The man nods. "Dirk Strider." That's Dave's last name. It's easy to imagine the two are related, probably brothers judging by their appearances. Dirk is clearly the older of them though, and you put him at about twenty or so.

"Stop telling him things!" You look over at the red eyed boy again. If he was angry before, he was absolutely livid now, and you immediately look at the floor for fear of provoking him by doing little other than making eye contact.

"Why?" Dirk's voice is every bit as flat as before. "I think he really doesn't know what he is."

Dave scoffs. "Right, and we're a couple of virginal nuns."

Dirk smacks him upside the head. "Can it. Let's not be hasty here; if he truly has no idea, well then it's our duty to tell him."

"I still say it'd be better if we just stick a knife through his eye and be done with it."

"And undo months of tracking? Hardly. He could be a valuable asset."

"You don't know that! We don't even know what kind he is yet! He could be nothing more than an utterly useless sprite of some sort!"

You ignore their banter and death threats, tugging at your restraints. You're so focused on wiggling around that when the straps all seem to suddenly open of their own accord you fall forward, directly into Dirk's waiting arms.

You hardly even have time to resist as you're hauled to your feet and your body is pulled up against Dirk's. His scent fills your nose and clouds your mind, all thoughts of resistance melting away to be rapidly replaced with ones of desire. You snake your arms around his waist, purring when Dirk strokes your hair. You want to feel him all over, to touch him, to be touched by him, to kiss him and…

Your lustful thoughts are interrupted by Dirk's voice, which suddenly sounds soooo much more attractive, silky and low. "Incubus, and a hungry one if the amount of pheromones he's putting out are anything to go by."

His words don't quite compute, and you simply bury your face in the crook of Dirk's neck, inhaling his intoxicating smell. You can feel the muscles through his shirt and you find you'd much rather feel them without it. Your hand stray lower down Dirk's back, reaching to toy with the edge of his white shirt, but your hands are gently pried away and forced down to your sides. You whine when Dirk takes a step back from you, hands still holding onto your wrists. "Keep those hands above the equator sweetheart." While you appreciate the skin-to-skin contact, it's not nearly enough. You feel like crying for the loss. You look up to meet Dirk's beautiful eyes, showing your feeling of betrayal with your gaze.

You want him so badly.

Despite this, you're easily distracted by the noise of disgust from the other side of the room. Turning your head at an angle that some part of you knows should be impossible, you look at Dave, who is currently glaring daggers at you for reasons you can't quite remember. You feel the best course of action would be to kiss all that anger away. Pleasure would look good on his face; in fact, you're already imagining him beneath you, moaning, or perhaps maybe you under him, yes, you like that idea.

Unfortunately, you don't get the chance to put that plan into action, as Dave flashes across the room to grab you by the hair, again, and throws you to the ground then pin you beneath him, you on your back and him on you. You don't mind per say, but you do wish he'd be a little gentler. Then again, maybe it would be fun to have such a rough partner.

He leans close enough to kiss you, your noses nearly touching. "Don't you ever fucking touch my brother again, or I swear I'll.." You stop paying attention long enough to look up at Dirk leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, an amused smirk on his face. You glance back to Dave, who's still ranting and threatening you. "..then I'll kick you in the nuts so damn hard your grandkids will be feeling it a hundred years from n-" Deciding he's been talking entirely too long, you tilt your head just enough so that your lips can meet his.

Dave shoves you back down to the dirty floor, releasing your wrists. He jumps to his feet, suddenly producing another knife from somewhere on his person, and snarls at you, about to lunge. You shrink away from him, suddenly filled with, again, a sense of betrayal.

Dave's weapon seems to disappear from his hand almost as quickly as Dirk appears between the two of you. "Get ahold of yourself," he barks it like a command, sharp and unyielding. "you're the professional here, fuckin' act like it." Dirk offers you his hand, which you eagerly take, then wrap yourself back around him, resting your head against his shoulder and closing your eyes to drink in that delicious something that seems to cling to his skin like an aura. It makes you giddy and relaxed all at once and you never want to stop feeling this way.

Dirk's voice as he speaks to his brother is both far away and extremely close feeling, like you were underwater.

"He's hungry is all; how'd you expect a starving incubus to act when someone as attractive as us is around?" You can practically hear the smirk in his voice as he rubs a hand up and down your back again, eliciting that rumbling purr from within your chest again. You feel him chuckle against you. "See what I mean? He's like a goddamn cat right now; completely harmless if you handle him right."

"I don't believe that for a second. For one, if it's an incubus, then why didn't I notice it the moment I picked up its scent? I don't know what it is, but I don't like it, it's not human, and I certainly don't trust it."

Dirk doesn't stop petting you. "He, he isn't human, not it. And that's more than a little hypocritical of you." You hear low hiss. "Shut up, Dave, it's true and you know it." You know what they're saying, word-wise, but you can't find the will to string the words and meanings into coherent thoughts or ideas, just pretty noises made by pretty voices. "And from his lack of knowledge and self-control, I'd say the reason you haven't been able to figure him out is because he hasn't been mated yet."

You perk up at the word 'mated' and blink, vaguely remembering it has something to do with sex.

Dirk ruffles your hair again and you lean into his touch. "Yeah, yeah, John, I got it."

"What the fuck do you mean 'he hasn't been mated'?"

"Looks like somebody needs to read up on their sex-demons. It's just like it sounds like: he hasn't been fucked, or more specifically, he hasn't been fucked since becoming an incubus, which I would guess was about a week ago. It's typically the duty of the one that changed them to feed the newbie and teach them the ins and outs of demonhood, but this poor little guy's bloodmaster seems to have skipped out on him, isn't that right?" He pulls away for a second to press a kiss to your forehead, and you can't help but make a happy trilling noise, giving Dirk the biggest smile you could before tucking yourself back into his arms.

"Ugh, so? I fail to see how any of that affects us at all. And will you please stop kissing on him? It's disgusting to watch honestly."

"I wasn't finished speaking, dipshit. The bloodmaster, or rather, whoever mates 'em first, forms a permanent, albeit onesided bond with the freshly turned little demon, leaving the fucker intensely loyal to the bloodmaster in some weird play on family bonding. No idea why it's that way, but that's how it is. See where I'm going with this?" You're sure you heard the word 'mate' and 'fuck' a few times, and can only hope that's where Dirk's going with this.

There's silence for a few moments, excluding your near continuous purring as you press yourself against Dirk. "You can't..you can't be serious Dirk! Fucking an incubus, what the hell are you thinking?! Hint, hint: you aren't! Now just let me kill him so we can get on with doing what we came here for in the first place!"

"I'm thinking about this a lot more logically than you are. I screw him and we get a nice little demon pet, plus he gets a meal out of the deal. Having one of his kind under our power means we could send him ahead to check shit out for us without the others catching on. Hell, he could probably stroll right into a hive and be fine. And we get a free fuck whenever he gets hungry. C'mon, it'll be fun."

You get yanked away from Dirk with a small shriek on your part, and end up on the opposite side of the room with a small pop!

You stare at the blond brothers across from you on wobbly legs and with wide-eyes, unsure of how you got there. Dirk mutters something under his breathe, just loud enough for you to hear. "Fuckin' hell, he's a teleporter too."

Dave hasn't moved since you did, and you fall to your knees, completely drained of all the golden energy you got from Dirk. Dave seems to snap out of it at about the same time Dirk does. "Shit, if he's got atypical powers…" he trails off, thinking.

Dirk tries to pull you up to your feet again, but you only manage to sway before collapsing. He exhales, and then you're being lifted into his arms, bridal style. You sigh contentedly, absorbing more of that electric energy radiating off him as you hook your arms around his neck and peck him on the check. You yawn, blinking as you're carried out of the room, your vision fuzzy with exhaustion. You make out a car at one point and being put in the back seat to lay with Dirk. You fall asleep shortly after that.

Author's Note: This might just end up being a oneshot, it depends if people want me to continue. If it does continue, the next chapter would involve smut. Maybe even a threesome.