I have made a New Year's Resolution! I shall attempt to spend my time writing stories on here! (Also known as FINISHING stories on here). Again, I won't apologize for being a hypocritical little shit, but at least you know I feel bad. So! What this is, is the first chapter of another idea I had, the demon yaoi one. I love yaoi, but the thought of Mpreg is just too much for me to really think about so here is what I did: I created a species of Incubus that is gay. The End. Trol Lol Lol. So here is what I wrote a while ago. I don't think it's perfect, but I thought I should just give you something...

Lovino stood in the doorway of the apartment, staring in with an unusually calm expression. He really wasn't sure how he had limped home or why he was so oddly calm considering what had just happened. It had been so fast, so precise; his mind was honestly still trying to catch up. It figured though, that Alfred would already be asleep; passed out on the couch with his arm dangling over the edge.

It wasn't uncommon for the blonde to pass out on the couch at late hours, but usually, if Lovino was late, he wait up for him and considering the Italian was walking through the door two hours later than he should have, it would have been expected that his boyfriend would have been sitting by the window, worried sick about his lover. Sadly, everything seemed to be working out in an odd sort way, which was to say, it was working against him.

He stared at Alfred, contemplating. He knew he should take the limp controller from the blonde's relaxed hand, move said hand back onto the couch and wipe the drool that was slowly making its way down his cheek before pulling the covers over him. Then there was the mocking television with its foreboding words of "Game Over" blinking at him. That along with the counsel and desk light needed to be turned off before he could go to bed, praying everything that happened tonight was only a nightmare. He knew that was what he needed to do, pretend everything was fine and handle this situation as if it was normal. But he didn't. Instead what he did was close the door, lock it and then limp past the television, the couch and his boyfriend, out of the living room, down the hall and into the bedroom, where he shut the door, kicked off his shoes and gently laid down onto the bed.

His mind continued to race. Once again, he questioned on he got back to the apartment. He wondered why it didn't seem to bother him that he'd just been thoroughly violated by a stranger. As much as it felt like it had been a dream, the truth was blatantly obvious by how much his ass hurt and by how he could still feel the teeth piercing the back of his neck that it had happened. Such a strange habit to have when raping someone; biting the back of their neck. The man had made sure it happened too, once again the precision of this 'attack' being called forth. He had purposely pushed Lovino's front against the brick wall, leaving his back exposed to whatever horrors that would occur, and ripped the collar off his shirt, just to make sure the neck was bare.

It was all too coincidental. Who would have thought that the same night Alfred falls asleep early playing videogames, he would be told to stay behind and lock up the restaurant, forcing him to walk the way back to the apartment later than usual when there are less people, leading to him being raped by some man in a dark alley? The odds were simply too strange to even consider.

Nevertheless, that exactly was what happened. Now the question was what to tell Alfred in the morning. Lovino sighed as he realized it he shouldn't wait until morning. The obvious thing to do would probably to backtrack to when he was just staring at Alfred, say "Fuck this!", wake him up and then spend the next few hours in his comforting hold. Alfred needed to know and he needed to know now! But then why did that thought make his chest tighten in anxiously? He wanted to pretend everything was normal; quickly clean up Alfred's mess and then go to bed. Blow it all off. Now that he really thought about it, he shouldn't have even been thinking that calmly. His first thoughts upon crossing the threshold should have been to run into Alfred's arms and sob that he had been raped on his way home. Nope. His first thought was that he should be Alfred's mother, tuck him in and then go to bed, which in the end, he didn't even do anyway.

Lovino furrowed his eyebrows and reached around to feel the back of his neck. The strange indents from the teeth seemed to go in rather deep actually, deeper than they probably should have gone. The wounds didn't feel wet even, which Lovino only just thought of. He should be bleeding right? If the bite mark is that deep, shouldn't the back of his neck be sticky? It wasn't though, at least not as bad as he thought it should. There was a crusty feel actually, as if each little mark had already formed small scabs. That…probably wasn't normal. Even more reason to go wake up Alfred.

But he wouldn't. He already knew that he would not be leaving this bed until tomorrow and then he would pretend nothing happened. There would be no words passed about the man or the bite or the harsh fuck he received. Not that it was better off remaining silent about the event. Lovino could care less if Alfred knew that his boyfriend had obviously appeared weak enough to be targeted by another man to use as a fuck toy for a few minutes, that wasn't the problem. The problem was…

Well, there really was no problem at all. Lovino just didn't want to tell him. Or he was too lazy to tell him, but that didn't make any sense at all.

Just another reason his whole evening was still trying to sort itself out in Lovino's memories.

One whole week passed since the incident and still Lovino didn't tell Alfred. Sure a few questions had come up the following day: "What time did you get it?" "What, no good night tuck-in for me?" Lovino's answers had been simple: "Late." and "I was tired, bastard." Alfred knew his boyfriend well enough to leave it at that.

That was the issue though…

The one time Lovino wanted Alfred to pry into his daily life, the one time he wanted Alfred to notice the scar on the back of his neck and ask him about it, Alfred didn't do it.

Wasn't that always how it worked? You train them enough to back off that when you actually want them to interfere, they won't.

Perhaps if Alfred had actually pushed more into what happened that night, Lovino would tell him. He might spill everything and apologize for keeping silent. He might just be able to break that barrier and talk about it. That would only be if Alfred asked though and it was already understood that he wouldn't.

Lovino sighed, picking up his empty cereal bowl and walking it over the sink to rinse out. Work was going to start in an hour, so he had to go and get dressed. Double checking the time, he made his way into bedroom, already sliding out of his shirt before hitting the doorway. Hopefully his stupid boss wasn't going to make him close again. He'd been trying to avoid that situation all week and so far it was working. That didn't mean he was safe though. No one was ever safe from…from…

The Italian stopped in front of the mirror and stared at himself, more importantly at his stomach. Turning to the side, he straightened his back and even tried to suck the muscles in, but there was still this strange…anomaly. Nothing extremely noticeable, but to Lovino, it was a huge difference.

"Well fuck if I'm getting fat."

Another week passed and still Alfred was in the dark about what was happening with his lover. Every day, Lovino would stand, shirtless before their bedroom mirror and stare at his stomach. Alfred caught him once and asked, "Lovi? What are you frowning at?" to which Lovino had look at him with a scowl. "Can't you see it?"

"See what?"

"I'm getting fat!"

Alfred had raised an eyebrow and moved closer so he was standing behind the Italian. He ran his hands down the tan skin, stopping on his slightly protruding stomach. "Aww, you're not getting fat, baby. You're just finally getting some meat on those skinny little bones of yours!" He flashed his wide, flawless grin, made Lovino blush and sputter, then kissed his cheek before the subject was dropped and the two went about their day.

That had been the only day Alfred had said anything about it. Lovino though, kept track of it every day, not that it changed much, but he had this strange suspicion that there was something really, really wrong.

Maybe it was time to tell Alfred.

Week three came and went with Lovino still not talking. The 'lump' wasn't much different, but he swore it was a little bigger. His nerves were on the fritz as well, making him feel so anxious about what was happening to him. Now there were thoughts surrounding the rapist's stability in the world. What if he had some kind of disease, like Aids? What if that bite to the neck was now making him sick? Why the hell hadn't this been a concern three weeks ago?

The part that killed him was that Alfred needed to know now, but Lovino just couldn't tell him! It was like he froze every time he tried to bring it up. One conversation had even gone along the lines of:

"Alfred?"

"Ya?"

"We need to t-talk…" Sensing the atmosphere, Alfred had put the newspaper down and looked at him in all seriousness. "What's wrong?" Lovino had opened his mouth and then proceeded to choke on his words. "I-I…th-three wee…weeks ago…I…I…w…I wa…" He'd grown incredibly dizzy and his mind had gone blank.

"Lovi?" Alfred had moved closer and put either of his hands on Lovino's shoulders. "Lovi, hey, you okay?"

"I'm fine! D-Dammit, I'm fine, but...um…did you know Feli is going to be in town soon? Ya he called and I forgot to tell you, but you know he's going to want to stay with us again, which is fine but damn is he nosy and stupid and-and just so rude to invite himself, but I thought you should know since I forgot to tell you…ya… " The words had tumbled out his mouth so quickly that Alfred blinked at him for almost thirty seconds before raising an eyebrow. "Um…okay..?"

"So, ya…that's what I forgot to tell you."

"Er, okay then…you...you sure that's all?"

"Of course, idiot." Alfred certainly hadn't pretended to be convinced, but as stated before, he didn't pry any further.

Big mistake.

It was mid-afternoon and Lovino was curled up on the couch, still wearing his pajamas which consisted of a loose pair of soccer shorts and one of Alfred's large t-shirts that the Italian had 'stolen' from him. Alfred was sitting beside him, concern on his face. "Are you sure you don't want me to take you to the doctor?" He asked. "You really don't look good."

"I'm fine."

"No, you're not." Alfred wrapped an arm around his boyfriend's shoulders and pulled him into a hug. "Please stop saying you're 'fine', you're obviously not fine. Why can't you tell me what's wrong?"

Because he'd been trying to for days now. The inability to speak about it was just getting worse too. While before he could at least spit a little out, now, if that night was on his mind, there was absolutely no sound that would come out of his mouth. It was like his entire body was refusing to cooperate. His voice did not want to talk about it while his mind made it impossible to keep his thoughts in order.

"Lovino…talk to me."

He was released from the hug and leaned back against the armrest of the couch, pulling his legs into his chest. His stomach had gotten bigger again. Something was really, really, really wrong now. If he didn't know better, he would have thought he was pre-

"Hey, would you like some tea or something?" Lovino nodded, to which Alfred sighed and stood up, heading around the couch and into the kitchen.

Waiting until he was out of site, Lovino lifted his shirt and stared down at his swollen belly, because that's what it was: swollen. Maybe it wasn't huge, but it was certainly bigger than it should have been. Lovino Vargas was a decently smaller type of man, much like his younger brother, with a thin build and very little protruding muscle, so it was easy for him to see that his stomach was sticking out a little more than it needed to.

He jumped to his feet when something in the kitchen crashed into the hardwood floors, his heart beating a thousand beats per second from jump scare his boyfriend had caused him. "Dropped a cup! Don't worry, hun!" Sadly, the American's words did no sooth him. It made him far more panicked than it should have.

Instinct snatched his eyes and forced them to look back down at his stomach, which his hands were gently cupping. Why was he doing this? It was just fat! Or a disease! He had no fucking reason to be cupping his stomach, to be worried for his stomach!

Or to be staring down at it in awe.

"Almost ready!"

Lovino glanced up towards the kitchen, but then something moved. Something inside his stomach moved and the Italian looked back down with a soft gasp.

His baby.

His little baby boy.

"Alright! I got you one nice, hot cup…of…Lovi?"

Lovino paid the voice no mind, a small smile pulling at his lips as he caressed his pregnant belly.

"Lovino, what are you doing?" The voice again, he sounded worried. Lovino looked up, eyes slightly glazed as he blinked at the blonde man, even cocking his head to the side. Well he certainly wasn't a Dominant, that was for sure. Hmmm…not a Mate either.

Deciding that this person obviously wasn't worth his time, Lovino gently pushed his shirt back down to cover his stomach, turned on his heels and walked right out the front door.

Alrighty so here is the good news: I have officially gotten past the road block that I felt for this story, so I think it it rather doable now. Also, I intend to get more of the 'Handbook' to these creatures out and on to this little 'story-thing' here.
Bad news: I have to stop being lazy (like that is going to happen!)

If you have any suggestions of ideas later on after I start plopping some more info out on these demon bastards, feel free to drop a line!