OOC: It's time for a Nightmare...

At first, things were really dizzy and hazy. There was a door…but mostly just darkness. There had to be some light source, but for some inexplicable reason, he couldn't see one. What was he on, a platform? It was plain…And then he saw the sheep. Orlando groaned and shut his eyes, leaning back again.

"Fuck."

"Back again," Jonny muttered, taking a drag and then flicking away his cigarette.

"Oh no…" Toby mumbled. "I don't like this…This was just like last night…You're sheep again…"

"What was so bad about this 'last time'?" Orlando asked, still trying to remember back to the previous dream. And then it all came back.

Touches, hands, bodies, moans… Orlando felt an extreme blush take his features and Jonny laughed a bit weakly.

"I've never seen a sheep turn so red," he mused. "Guess you remembered it all too."

"Did demon-Vincent hook us up with a bunch of sexy ladies?" Orlando grunted, rubbing at his head.

"Yep."

"Aw man, it's like I cheated on Erica! With a whole harem!" Toby groaned.

"Yep, just like that. But this is a dream, and it's not like we quite had a lot of choice," Jonny sighed, pushing himself up. "And I'll bet you that Vince is behind that door again tonight."

"You know, now I feel kind of stupid for being so upset earlier," Orlando sighed. "If I knew this was just about seeing Vincent and participating in some wicked orgy, I wouldn't have been so anxious. I was worried it was the damn block thing again and I couldn't remember it."

"Oh, I remembered all of it," Toby sighed. "Everything…Some of them got kind of violent, guys. Can't you remember that?"

"No, not really," Orlando muttered.

"Nope."

"Maybe it was just me…Maybe it just means Erica's been real easy on me."

Jonny and Orlando exchanged glances before shrugging. "Whatever, kid," Orlando muttered. He really didn't want to know the details from their love life. Ick. Jonny shuddered too but said nothing more. Helping Orlando up, the jacket-wearing sheep moved again to the door. After a soft sigh, he twisted the doorknob, and once more they stepped into the throne room of Vincent and his succubi.

The three of them looked aside almost as soon as they had stepped in and the door vanished. Vincent was…preoccupied. At hearing Toby cough awkwardly, he glanced up from Catherine, and he laughed a little, but didn't stop what he was doing. The three men turned their backs, as watching Vincent hump his girl was the last thing they wanted to see. They waited until they heard loud moans and even then waited for it to seem like Vincent was completely done.

"You know," Jonny muttered, turning around finally. Orlando did the same, seeing that Vincent was now settled on the floor by the bed, leaning back against it and letting Catherine stroke his hair. Another succubi was sprawled across his lap, holding a chalice for him to drink from, which he did so occasionally. "If you wanted someone to watch, you could have gotten someone else to show up here."

"Where's the fun in that? Having a stranger watch is creepy," Vincent said, smiling.

"Nope, it's pretty creepy no matter who's watching, Vince," Orlando sighed.

"Vinny, what was the deal with yesterday, huh! Some of those girls were…um…"

"They're demons, Toby, they play rough" Vincent said, reaching an arm up and stroking Catherine's cheek. She smiled at the action and then winked at the men at the base of the staircase, waving some fingers at them in greeting. "I don't believe you ever got introduced officially, did you. This is Catherine, and Catherine, that sheep is Toby, that one is Jonny, and that is Orlando."

Catherine giggled, almost drunkenly. That was it, Orlando realized. That's what they all acted like. They seemed completely intoxicated. Not Vincent, but at least all of the girls. "It's hard to believe you were once like them…Weak…human…" she purred, looking down to Vincent and kissing the top of his head, a hand reaching and stroking a horn.

"Weak?" Orlando whined. "Weak? Low blow. But, um, I guess I can see why Katherine sort of got pushed aside…But, you know, Vincent, it's great and all that you've found your happiness, but why're you bringing us here in our sleep? Especially Toby, man? Why'd you have to bring the kid in on this?"

"Why do you always call me a kid?" Toby whined, holding his head and shaking it a little. "I don't want to be here, though. I used to dream about Erica…"

Jonny glanced to him and raised an eyebrow before shaking his head and sighing. "I really don't know what you see in her, kid." Then he too looked back to Vincent. "What Orlando said. I don't give a rat's ass about how you spend your days sleeping around with anything that moves. Frankly, I don't have the remotest interest in doing the same myself."

Vincent laughed, glancing to the woman who had moved down from the bed and was now stroking his chest, obviously loving every moment of their attention and touches. This was not the man they used to know. This was a sex-crazed demon, an incubus, and it twisted Orlando's gut to think so. But that reflex from yesterday…Maybe the real Vincent wasn't all gone. The human Vincent. The compassionate friend who had saved the lives of countless sheep by catching them when they fell, or by cheering them on on the platforms…Though all the details weren't there, Orlando knew Vincent had done a great deal of good in the dreams of several men. This demon wasn't that Vincent, but the chance that their old friend was still there helped relax his nerves. After all, Vincent wouldn't do anything bad to them…would he?

"Ladies," Vincent hummed; completely ignoring the questions aimed his way, tilting his head and kissing Catherine's jaw. "Can you play with them again? Show them a good time…" Reaching, he touched the nose of a woman, adding "No kiddie gloves." She swooned, falling aside, and Vincent chuckled, tilting his head back again so Catherine could continue to run her palms over his horns.

The doors from before swung open, and again they were confronted with several succubi. More sex? That's all? Maybe Vincent really was just trying to help out. After all, Orlando hadn't been getting a whole lot of tail lately…Hell, even before the nightmares he hadn't been getting much action. He couldn't speak for Jonny or Toby, though—they had girlfriends and both were still trying their best to hold onto them. Katherine seemed to have cold feet and Erica was…Erica. Orlando had no plans on refusing the attention of horny, sexy women. Demons or not. Especially if this was a dream world…

But it sounded like Toby did.

"No thank you! Please, Vincent, can you call them off! Please! Ack—no, no, please—" Toby struggled, especially as two women slunk up to him and took him by his arms. They literally dragged him off as though he weighed nothing, giggling all the while. Jonny sprung into defensive mode, lunging away before girls could grab him. He made a dive for Toby, grabbing onto his horns and briefly playing a game of tug-of-war.

Toby was being pulled from his horns and from his arms and Jonny seemed to realize he was fighting an unearthly force, as he started being dragged along too.

"Ow, Chief, make them stop!" Toby begged, and Jonny redoubled his efforts. Orlando watched, truly torn between helping and accepting the inevitable—his arms already had two lovely ladies attached to them and they were trying to coax him into looking away.

"Vincent! He doesn't want to go! Call them off!" Jonny snarled, looking up at the demon. Vincent pursed a lip playfully before he smirked, in a rather vicious fashion.

"What are you going to do if I don't, Jonny?" Vincent hummed, seemingly unaffected by the conflict. Toby let out a loud noise, before he jerked his head away from Jonny—the strain between him and the girls was hurting too badly and he knew Jonny was weaker than the girls. Soon he was pulled into a room, and the door snapped sharply behind them.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Jonny growled, thrusting a finger in his direction. "Why are you picking on the kid? What the hell did he do to you?"

"Maybe he needs to know what it's like to fuck a woman," Vincent replied, not even looking at them now, too busy enjoying Catherine playing with his dark hair. "You all are so tense. Relax. Have some fun. If you don't want it, I'll make you enjoy yourselves. No guest leaves here unsatisfied…I've whipped this place into shape. I know your kinks…I know how to please you. In ways I don't think you've ever imagined." He chuckled a bit and shut his eyes.

"They are really ungrateful, aren't they?" Catherine huffed. "Your friends don't deserve you…"

"I don't deserve you," Vincent hummed.

"Of course you do."

Vincent chuckled. "You're right."

Orlando resisted a bit the closer he was brought to a door, twisting to watch Jonny be dragged off too. Well, it was all just good fun, right? Just some sex. With pretty young things. No commitment…hell, it wasn't even real. Jonny and Toby were just too worked up. At least, that was what Orlando thought. Until the door shut behind him, and after some stumbling around, kissing with the girls on his way to the giant bed taking up the room, he soon found himself pinned to the soft mattress by a girl. He smiled, especially as she kissed his bare stomach and reached, stripping away his underwear. They kissed and shifted until they were closer to the headboard of the red-blanketed bed, and Orlando smiled as she pressed him to it, removing his hat and kissing his skin. The other girl crawled up too, touching his jaw, his shoulders, his wrist—click.

Orlando glanced over, trying to tug his arm out of her grip in his movement to twist and see what clicked, but something was holding him. A handcuff. He grinned, albeit a bit nervously. "Haha…kinky." Click. The other was locked too. Orlando tugged a bit, growing worried. "Hahaha, see, I'm not really into that whole BDSM stuff."

Regardless, though, the attention to his groin and any bits of available flesh was causing a stirring, especially when a brunette succubus with amazing endowments crawled onto the bed, appearing from seemingly nowhere. She straddled his waist, taking up his full attention, so Orlando was hardly aware at first that the other two girls were adjusting something to his ankles.

"He-Hey, hey! Hey wait a minute!" Orlando yelped, trying to look past her. "My ankles-!" He was sprawled eagle, though pretty uncomfortably in a partially upright position. "Look, this is great and all, but I'm fine without being tied up! We can have fun-" Then he saw an orange light, and with a sudden wave of horror he realized that it was a girl…with a brand. A really hot brand. Where in the hell did she get that thing?

"Holy shit! No thanks!" he yelled, trying to push himself as far away as he could, but with a his hands and ankles bound to the head and base of the bed and with succubi on his waist and both knees, there wasn't much moving that could be done. "Fuckfuckfuck!"

"No kiddie gloves," they echoed, giggling and looking to each other.

Holy shit, Vincent's torturing us! was the last thought that crossed Orlando's mind before that brand pressed to his flesh.