Rating: M [blood/language/brief sexual situation]
A/N: FINALLY!
I worked pretty much all afternoon and all evening along with Deb to finish this up so I could post today! Thanks so much for being so patient and I hope you guys enjoy this new chapter! A couple of things:
Bolin and Mako are Amon's 'adoptive sons' in case there is some confusion :3
the yuan amount, in this order, is $600, $1200, and $50
"Aw, look at them. They look so peaceful." Vinh smirked as he and Ushio stared down at Korra and Tahno. The two lovers were curled tightly together, limbs intertwined.
"Why are they wearing their school uniforms?" Ushio raised a brow, detecting the faint scent of arousal clinging to them both. Ushio mentally growled. Honestly, how hard could it be to have sex with the girl? Though Ushio supposed Tahno's young age caused him to have a lack of experience in seduction. "Never mind, I don't want to know." Tahno needed to get his act together before the summer solstice. Ushio's plans depended on their copulation.
"We should leave them alone." Vinh pulled the blanket over them, a faint smile touching his face. He tucked a piece of Korra's hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering on her skin. Just because he acknowledge and accepted that she would be Tahno's girl didn't mean he would drop his feelings for her overnight. He turned around to address Ushio, but his brother had already left. Vinh pushed his lips together, eyes scanning over the room in curiosity. He walked over to her desk, glancing back at the two before he started to rummage around. Vinh couldn't help himself. He refused to go sit in his room and twiddle his thumbs and going back to the demonic plane proved to be a big hassle when running low on energy. Being human really drained an incubus.
He shuffled the papers around, not seeing much. Just some left over school work, doodles of Tahno (that he promptly stuffed in his pocket to use tease her with), and assorted junk. His hand brushed over a smooth cover buried beneath some papers and he fished it out, holding it up closer for his eyes to see.
"Manga?" He questioned, turning the book over. A bright blush coated his cheeks at the image of two guys, practically naked, intertwined and staring seductively at each other.
Now, Vinh was no stranger to male on male encounters. Some of the dreams he entered requested them. He always denied, never feeling comfortable enough to go through with the act. Sure, he had friends who preferred males over females, but Vinh believed that women were supposed to be the sole feeding source for an incubus. Besides, he never felt any attraction to any males. His thoughts were interrupted when a soft groan left Korra and he glanced over. She shifted, snuggling closer into Tahno. Figuring it might be embarrassing to be caught holding this, Vinh hopped out the window, the book tucked carefully under his arm. Once in the privacy of his own room, he opened up the pages, eyes flitting over the images.
The story started out innocently enough. Something about a high school student and a pretty young teacher. By page five, the two were already making eyes at each other. "Huh. Romance moves fast in this." Vinh chuckled to himself, reading a couple of more pages. "Okay, he's shutting the door." Vinh murmured, flipping to the next page with somewhat eager fingers. "Ooh, they're getting close." He now skipped over the dialogue, his body already starting to tighten with anticipation. "Oh fuck." He cursed under his breath at the next page, which showed the instructor pulling down his student's pants and taking him in his mouth. Korra read this stuff?! For the next five pages, Vinh looked at various pictures of the two in various stages of having sex. He chewed on his bottom lip, his body feeling all tingly and aroused. Never did the thought of two guys getting it on appeal so much as it did in this instant. Before he realized it, his hand began to creep down, palm sliding over the growing bulge in his pants. Perhaps he should feel ashamed, but his appetite for sex increased each day he remained in the mortal world and after being around Korra, he found it hard to get it up for anyone else, even in dreams.
"Hey Vinh, have you see—-" Ushio flung open the door and stopped dead in his tracks. There lay Vinh, holding yaoi manga in one hand while the other gripped himself beneath his pants. Ushio promptly turned around, ignoring Vinh's flustered words of "it's not what it looks like!"
Vinh hastily shoved the manga underneath his pillow, any chance at an erection gone as he pulled his hand out from his pants and jumped up, hurrying after Ushio. Ushio stood in the kitchen, making some breakfast as the sun rose in the window. "Ushio."
"Vinh, what you do in the privacy of the bedroom is your own business. But for fuck's sake, lock the damn door if you're going to jerk off! And where the hell did you get that?" Ushio turned around to look at him, though he could only stare past Vinh's shoulder rather than look him in the eye.
"Korra's room." Vinh mumbled. Ushio gagged lightly.
"I don't judge brother, but really, that is just disgusting. I mean, there is no telling what she's done with it!" Oh this was so incredibly wrong on so many levels, Ushio thought. Vinh blushed harder.
"Listen, I've just been kinda…hungry lately. I can't help it."
Ushio pointed at Vinh with his spatula. "You, my brother, need to get laid. I suggest you do it soon before you start humping the pillows." He smirked, loving the way Vinh looked like he wanted to crawl under a rock and die. Vinh rubbed the back of his head.
"I guess I'll go back home for a while and see if I can find anything to feed off of." No way did he want to stay in the apartment and get walked in on again.
"Whatever. Just wash up the sheets when you're done." Ushio called after him. Vinh grumbled as he headed back to his room, wanting to see if he needed to take back anything. He grabbed the manga from under his pillow, staring at the cover. He still wanted to read it. For the plot really. With a sigh, he disappeared, reappearing in his weight room. He stumbled, managing to catch himself on machine. He really needed to cut back on the traveling back and forth between worlds.
"Vinh, you okay?" Vinh lifted his head, having not noticed Felix sitting in a corner of the room, several laptops set up around him and wires in his hands. Vinh quirked a brow, using the conversation as an excuse to stand against the machine for a little bit longer and regain his balance.
"Yeah, just shifting back and forth in this world takes a lot out of a guy. What are you doing?" he asked. Felix stood up, brushing off his pants.
"Rewiring your speaker system. I noticed it was a little outdated. I figured you wouldn't mind. I can undo it though if you don't want to change over." He looked down at his wires, a frown on his face. Vinh wondered if that was his default expression.
"Nah. I think that's really nice of you. But, I could use your help getting upstairs. I don't think my legs can get me much further. Sorry for the bother." He hated feeling weak. But he supposed he deserved his punishment for putting his feeding off for so long. He could do pretty good with feeding every three weeks thanks to his age and ability to get powerful orgasms, but between being stuck in the mortal world and refusing to snack because of longing for Korra, his body had seriously been neglected. Felix nodded, moving over to wrap one of Vinh's arms around his shoulder, taking on some of his weight.
On the first step, Felix almost toppled under Vinh's bulk. He wrapped his arm around Vinh's waist, keeping him close as they walked along. "So are you guys ever going to come back home?" Felix asked, wanting to break some of the silence. Vinh lifted his shoulders in a shrug.
"I think Ushio and I will eventually come back. I don't know about Tahno. To be honest, I wish he'd just bring Korra back here and we could live as a happy family. Well, as happy as it gets with Tahno and Ushio under the same roof." He grinned. Vinh would kill to have his own girl to bring back here and have a happy family with, but he could settle with what was given. Being used to the patriarch role, Vinh quite enjoyed having a full household, especially when there were kids running around. He loved kids. He remembered being twelve and having a toddler Ushio running around. Some of his best days. To be honest, he kind of liked playing house with him being father and Ushio being mother. Yeah, he had a fucked up family. But they were /his/ fucked up family. He looked down at Felix. "Why? You miss us Li?" He ribbed, causing Felix to flush lightly.
"Well, I mean, I'm just used to you guys being around all the time. And I would hate to see this house be abandoned or put up for sale. It's a nice house."
"Yeah, it is a nice house." he murmured, hand gripping the stair rail as they made their way up. He could remember Tahno sliding down the banisters, Vinh close behind with Ushio yelling at them both for causing a ruckus. Ushio particularly hated when they rode the banisters, hence why they did it at every opportunity. "Lots of good memories." Man. Seeing Korra really brought back up old thoughts. He could remember giving Naomi the grand tour, thoughts of marriage and kids dancing around in his head. His parents found her to be an absolute delight and often teased him about him not giving them grandchildren quick enough. "Lots of bad memories too."
Tahno and Ushio screaming at each other, Ushio purposely blaming Tahno for the death of their parents just to make him cry. Ushio destroying furniture and decorates in frustration and anger over the light punishment given to Mako and Bolin. Tahno's young voice asking when mom and dad were coming back. The pit of emptiness that set up in his own heart after Naomi's death.
"I try to focus on the good memories over the bad. Makes the bad ones easier to bear." Felix tossed him a slight smile. "Like, whenever people would crush my glasses in grade school and pick on me, my mom would fix my favorite dinner and my dad would come home early from work early so he could be sure to read me a bedtime story."
"Your parents sound awesome."
"They are."
"Did you get picked on a lot?" Vinh asked softly, glad that they were almost to his room.
"Yeah. Imps aren't exactly high on the food chain. Didn't help that I wore glasses and looked like a nerd."
"But you are a nerd." Vinh blinked. Felix shot him a look before shaking his head, helping him into his room and settling him on the edge of the bed. Vinh leaned back, watching as Felix wiped the sweat off the back of his neck. "Well, thanks again Felix. You can go back to rewiring the weight room." Felix's lips twitched.
"No problem." He left pretty quickly and Vinh flopped back on his bed, staring up at the mirror over his bed. He patted around in his jacket, looking for the manga. He would feed in a second. He just wanted to finish this sex scene and maybe get his body worked up enough to where he could stand to feed on someone and not lose the mood halfway through. If he didn't get any enjoyment out of feeding, it really diminished the quality. When he didn't find it, he pouted but figured he could conjure enough from memory to get a scene going. He tossed off his jacket, kicked off his shoes, and discarded his pants. His body melted into his bed, grateful to be back in a familiar cushion. He closed his eyes and brought back the images of the student and teacher, putting their movements in action. His eyes squeezed shut, trying to make the image as realistic as possible. His hand crept beneath his boxers, grasping his semi-erect member and pumping it smoothly, trying to get it up to full mast. Since his boxers were a little constraining, he pulled himself out, sucking on his bottom lip as he teased the head.
Oh yeah, this was the stuff. He could see those two characters rubbing against each other, the instructor turning his student around and bending him over the desk. Vinh imagined himself as the instructor, pounding into his faceless student.
—-
Felix peered down at the manga in his hand, a small blush coming across his face. He never realized Vinh read stuff like this. He thought about leaving it in the weight room for Vinh to pick up later, but then he noticed on the inside cover that Korra's name was scrawled across the top. Not wanting Vinh to lose Korra's manga, he decided to take it upstairs for safe keeping.
"Vinh," he knocked on the door and opened it up, looking down at the manga. "I found this—-"
Oh spirits.
There lay Vinh, one knee bent, propped up on one elbow while his other hand worked furiously at his cock. A short eternity passed as Felix stood there, Vinh not realizing right away. To Felix, it was like a train wreck. He couldn't look away. Finally, Vinh seemed to realize someone stared at him. His eyes popped open and he cursed, hastily dragging a cover over his lower half. "I'msosorry-" Felix rushed out, dropping the manga on a nearby pile of clothes, his face burning a bright red. A little bit of blood dripped from his nose. "Oh, please forgive me. I'll just leave now." Felix turned around and left, not even bothering to shut the door.
Vinh didn't say anything. He just lay there, looking at the open doorway. Really. Twice in the same day?
The spirits were cursing him for something, he just knew it.
—-
Korra's brows furrowed in her sleep, body shifting closer to Tahno. Her fingers dug into his shirt, an anxious look coming across her face as she faintly shook her head back and forth, mumbling under her breath.
Korra sprinted down the marble hallway of the rich temple, racing towards the sound of agonized screaming. A sense of foreboding overwhelmed her, causing her to speed up until her legs ached and her chest tightened. She burst into a room, stopping dead in her tracks at the sight of a woman on the floor, back bowed and blood dripping from between her thighs. Maidens surrounded her, hoping to soothe her. Korra was transfixed on the face of the woman. While she didn't look exactly like her, Korra could easily think this woman could pass as her sister or perhaps near cousin. Korra also felt something drawing her closer to the woman, the feeling so strong that she found herself kneeling beside her. The woman looked up and smiled faintly before another painful spasm ripped through her. For a brief second, Korra wondered what was wrong with the woman.
Then she noticed the large rounded stomach.
Mentally kicking herself in the head, she gripped the woman's hand, wincing as the pain seemed to transmit from the woman to her. Now Korra didn't know much about birthing babies. She knew the basics of the process, but always opted for being on the other end. The woman looked up at her pitifully. "You have to help me." She whispered, sweat dripping from her brow. Korra gulped, looking at the other maidens who seemed just as hesitant, if not more so, about approaching the woman. Gritting her teeth, Korra crawled her way, gagging as she slipped in some of the blood.
"I don't know what to do," Korra confessed, eyes wide at the sight before her. Were women supposed to look that way during childbirth?
"I feel another contraction." The woman panted, squeezing her eyes shut as she bore down. Korra sat there, watching in amazement as tiny wisps of dark hair began to emerge.
"I think I see the baby's head coming out."
The woman bore down again, causing more and more hair to become visible. More blood came out as well, soaking into Korra's clothes and staining her skin red. "You're doing great," Korra praised. "Just keep pushing." She glanced around, wanting to get one of the maidens to fetch her a cloth, but the women had all disappeared. She scowled and looked down at her own robe. She began ripping at the edges, tearing off a piece big enough to hopefully swaddle the incoming infant.
"I think – I think this is it!" The woman cried out, the head fully appearing. The head rotated, completely freaking Korra out. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her legs numb as the adrenaline spiked. She reached forward, gently grasping the head. The woman pushed down again and with a little bit of tugging, the infant slipped out, wails echoing in the room. It was a handsome child, a boy with bright eyes. However, there was a certain sadness about the child. Wide eyes stared up at her, causing a pang of sorrow to shoot through his chest. These eyes already held so much suffering. She wanted nothing more than to hold this child to her chest and protect him from the evils of the world.
Korra sat frozen in time, the sound of deep male laughter surrounding her. The woman tried to lift herself up, but she lacked the strength to do so. A dark mist swirled around at her head, a bulky form appearing from within. "Finally, my child." The booming voice held satisfaction. Korra couldn't move as two long arms reached out and took the baby from her grasp. Like someone or something had paralyzed her.
Perhaps it was the demon.
Or perhaps it was the fear that held her in place. Along with the knowledge that this woman would die within a matter of moments if she didn't stop the bleeding. She struggled to move, struggled to do something.
"Help!" She called out.
"HELP!"
"Korra!"
"KORRA!"
Korra jerked awake, breathing hard and hot tears rolling down her face. Tahno leaned over her, worry in his tired eyes. She trembled in his grasp, inhaling sharply as his fingers brushed away a couple of tears.
"I couldn't save her." She whispered, turning into Tahno and completely breaking down. Tahno held her close, stroking back her hair gently and whispering soothing words to her.
"It was just a nightmare Korra. Everything's all right."
Korra shook her head. "It wasn't a nightmare. It was real. That baby, he killed her. Oh spirits, he killed her."
Tahno frowned at her words. He had woken up to her thrashing around, crying out for help with a look of utter terror on her face. He cupped her face, tilting her head up so he could look at her. The frightened look still lingered in her eyes. "Why don't you come over to my place for some breakfast? Ushio is a pretty decent cook." Maybe getting her out of her room would help ease the memory. She nodded numbly, slowly crawling out of bed and to her bathroom. "I'm going to head back over, all right?" He called out, getting nothing more than a grunt in answer. Tahno crossed the cap, deciding to do a quick change out of his school clothes before heading into the living area of the apartment. Ushio stood in the kitchen, washing some dishes. "Hey Ushio, got any food left?"
Ushio glared over at Tahno. "I /just/ cleaned the dishes."
"So? I'm hungry and I told Korra you'd feed her."
"Do I look like your personal chef?" Ushio put his hands on his hips.
Tahno stood there for a second. "Yes."
"You're old enough to cook for yourself! I shouldn't have to feed you!" Moronic brat, Ushio thought. Tahno gave him his most pathetic look.
"Please Ushio?" he whined.
"No. Cook your own damn breakfast."
"I guess I won't invite you to go shopping then."
Ushio paused on his way out of the kitchen. "Shopping?" he quirked a brow. Tahno smirked.
"Yeah. I was going to take Korra shopping for some summer solstice clothes. Maybe invite Asami along too." Tahno knew his brother couldn't resist shopping. Especially clothes shopping. Grumbling, Ushio moved back over to the stove and flipped on the burners.
"What do you want?" he ground out, purposefully ignoring Tahno's look of glee.
Ushio was almost done making breakfast when Korra appeared, looking a little less tired but still haunted by that nightmare. She had started crying again in the bathroom, hence the somewhat puffy eyes. Tahno stood up, pulling out her seat for her. She mumbled thanks, rubbing her face lightly as she sat down. "I thought maybe we could go shopping. You need something for the summer solstice." When he really didn't get much of a response, he added, "You and Asami can buy yourselves something nice. Ushio will pay since he makes a good bit of money."
Ushio dropped a dish in the sink, glaring heatedly at Tahno. "I am not buying any of you anything! I haven't been working as much lately, so I don't have that much to give anyways." Korra glanced over at him, looking a little surprised.
"You actually work? I thought you sat around eating chocolates all day." A smirk crossed her lips and Tahno breathed a slight sigh of relief, glad to see that she seemed to be snapping out of whatever funk that nightmare put her in.
"Believe me, I would love nothing more than to sit around and play the bored housewife all day. But yes, I work so I wouldn't mooch off the money our parents left us." He glared pointedly at Tahno, who went back to eating his breakfast.
"What kind of job do you have?" Korra quirked a brow. "Let me guess, manicurist?" she teased. Hell, he was always filing her nails, so it didn't seem that farfetched.
"He's a prostitute." Tahno supplied and Korra spit out her juice, coughing hard. Tahno hit her on the back and she waved him off, managing to clear her throat. Ushio rolled his eyes, silently glad she suffered a little.
"I am not a prostitute. I am a professional escort." Ushio went back to washing the dishes.
"That's the same thing, isn't it?" Korra questioned, still trying to get over the surprise. Granted, it did make some sense. He was handsome enough and he obviously knew his way around pleasuring a person according to Asami. But still. She always imagined prostitutes as low lifes who couldn't afford to do anything else.
"Let me educate you little girl," Ushio turned around, crossing his arms and giving her a dark glare that had her shrinking back just a bit. "I don't get paid just to have sex. In fact, I get paid mostly to show up and look pretty and entertain. I can talk about anything in the world: current events, history, literature. You name it, I can talk about it. I know how to play several instruments and I can do an entire tea ceremony with my eyes closed. The best part about it, I can get paid anywhere from thirty-seven hundred to seventy-five hundred yuan /per hour/. If they want sex, it costs more, starting at three hundred yuan for a simple make out session on up. Not to mention tips and gifts. I've had people buy me expensive watches, clothes, and even once a racehorse. So, next time you want to associate the word escort with prostitute, you better think about it before saying anything."
Korra sat there, silently stunned. Not only did his voice sound heated, but he sounded sincerely offended and maybe even a little hurt. Korra went back to her breakfast. "So, uh." She started. "What got you into the pros- escorting business?" Ushio turned around and went back to washing the dishes.
"People love a pretty face. I originally started out in the modeling career, but it's a lot harder to be a model than it looks. I was approached by an older woman looking for a companion without the commitment. She offered to pay me to take her to social functions and basically be her arm candy. She is currently my boss now. I am one of the best escorts in the demonic world and often requested. She's paid for me to go to classes and attend university with the understanding that I would achieve nothing less than perfect scores. I've spent countless hours agonizing over tea sets and had to get treated for calloused fingers while playing the pipa." He came over with a cup of coffee and settled down at the table with them, staring into the dark liquid. "I've done things I'm not proud of, but I did whatever it took to make money and support my family."
"Here's your assignment."
Ushio glanced down at the folder in his lap. He leaned back into the leather sofa, flipping it open and briefing over the profile. "Zhou Jin. Older businessman. Widower. Favorite topics include agriculture and drama. Favorite tea is jasmine. Looking for a companion to attend formal business dinner." Ushio flipped the cover close. "Sounds easy enough." He tilted his head up to look at his boss.
"He enjoys drinking very much, so just keep an eye on him. If he gets too handsy –"
"Politely remind him to cease unless he wishes to pay extra." Ushio drawled out. The woman smiled.
"He'll be coming by at six o'clock sharp to pick you up. Your clothes have already been laid out." Ushio nodded at her words, getting up and stretching. He needed to shower off real quick and then get started on his hair.
Ushio could practically feel his 'date' glowing with pride as they walked side by side into the somewhat crowded reception area of the hotel. Women stared with obvious desire while men glared with jealousy. His date kept a firm grip on his arm, stopping him here and there to introduce him to important figures. Ushio smiled and bowed when appropriate, joining in the soft laughter as someone told a joke. He slipped into conversation about a new play from the theater that was receiving rave reviews. As they flitted off to another spot, Jin glanced at him, his old eyes sparkling. "You make a man feel twenty years younger!" he declared, resting a hand on Ushio's shoulder.
"I aim to make every experience a pleasure." Ushio murmured, grabbing two glasses of wine and handing one to Jin. Jin smiled, tipping his glass to Ushio, who returned the motion. One glass became two, and two became four, and by the time the evening started drawing to a close, Jin had almost eight glasses in him. His eyes were glazed over and cheeks flushed from laughing and generally enjoying himself at the party. As the room began to thin out, Jin turned to him.
"I haven't had this much fun since my wife died." The man became quiet and Ushio frowned.
"I apologize. I did not mean to make you upset."
The man smiled fondly at him. "You did no such thing." He leaned a little closer. "I was wondering, if you could give an old man your company for a little longer. I haven't felt a woman's touch in years, and I know as an incubus, you could give me what I want."
Ushio tilted his head. "Do you know my rate for those services? They aren't included in the usual fee." He reminded him gently. Jin pulled out a nice roll of paper yuans and Ushio thumbed through them quickly before staring back at the man. "What are you looking for?" The man pulled out a photograph of a rather attractive young woman.
"I want her just like this."
"As you wish." Ushio pocketed the bills and the two headed into the lobby to rent a room. The hostess gave them an odd look, but she dare not say anything when Ushio shot her a silencing glare. A few moments later, they were entering a plush room. The man immediately went to work on his clothes while Ushio stepped into the bathroom. It was nice to be able to detach one's self emotionally. Made him so much better at his job.
A few seconds later, the woman from the picture emerged from the bathroom, looking rather seductive in a hastily shifted nightie. Tears came to the older man's eyes and Ushio expected him to want sex immediately. But rather, the man just held him in his arms, savoring the touch. "I didn't get to hold her before she passed away." Ushio simply stared ahead, letting him hold him to his heart's content. After a second, Jin tilted his head up, placing a soft kiss on his lips. "Do you think I dishonor her like this?" he asked softly.
"No." Ushio's voice was honest. "It would be more of a dishonor to have me in my original form." As if he was really going to say yes. That would only upset his client.
Rule one of escorting: never upset the client.
Jin smiled and whispered, "thank you" before pressing his lips against Ushio's.
Korra side eyed Tahno, who openly stared at Ushio. Ushio seemed to be fading in and out of some sort of memory. Finally, Tahno leaned over to Korra and whispered, "Let's steal his wallet and go shopping."
"I heard that." A growl made him freeze, Ushio's dark stare pinning him. "You two finish up the dishes while I get ready. And then we'll go shopping." He stood up, stalking back to his room. Korra grinned at Tahno.
"I need to call Asami and brush my teeth." She kissed him on the cheek, making his stomach flip. Before he realized it, she left him alone with a pile of dishes still in the sink.
"Damn it!"
—-
Amon let his finger dip into the dark bowl of water, watching as the ripples brought images to life. There was the girl, laughing with another female. Hiroshi Sato's daughter if he wasn't mistaken. They were comparing yukatas while those two incubi looked on with bored faces. He ground his teeth at joyful faces. He swiped at the water with his palm, the water going dark again. He leaned over the bowl, staring at the reflection his white mask. The two eye socks began to glow red, a top and bottom row of fangs appearing below.
"Son." The deep voice growled.
"Father." Amon answered, keeping his voice neutral.
"Have your efforts slowed? Did you forget that I suffer each waking moment in these eternal fires?" The voice boomed and Amon stepped back as flames burst from the waters.
"Of course not father. You know I suffer with you." Amon looked away. "I apologize that things have been slow. I am working as hard and as fast as possible." He paused. "I think the girl will have to be taken with force. She has been seduced away by an incubus-"
"I KNOW VERY WELL WHAT HAS TRANSPIRED! I MAY BE TRAPPED, BUT WORD TRAVELS FAST!" The bowl shook with the anger of his father. Flames licked along the surface of the water, burning bright white for a second before settling down. "I do not care how you do things, as long as they are done. I refuse to wait another year to be freed – I have already waited too long, thanks to your laziness." The words were spat.
"Yes father. I have been a failure as a son." Amon bowed his head, shame seeping over him.
"You are not a failure yet. Should the summer solstice pass and I am not freed, then you shall be a failure and when I am released by a more competent mind, I will destroy you." The threat hung heavy in the air. The eyes and teeth faded and Amon slumped against the wall, sliding down until he hit the floor. A gentle knock on the door made him look up. Bolin poked his head in.
"Everything all right?" He asked, going over to sit down beside Amon. The man may not be his real father, but he had always been there for him and his brother, keeping them off the streets. Amon smiled slightly behind his mask, ruffling his hair lightly. While Mako tended to be more moody and secretive, Bolin often openly expressed himself and showed affection.
"Yeah." He glanced at the bowl before turning his attention back to Bolin. Bolin seemed worried about something himself. Deciding that he had spent enough time in this room and that Bolin obviously wanted to talk, he gently wrapped an arm around Bolin and escorted him out, locking the door behind him. "What's going on Bo?" he asked softly. Bolin fidgeted.
"I'm afraid things won't go as planned." He murmured softly. Amon didn't dare reveal that he held the same worries. "I'm afraid that we'll be failures. That we'll fail you." Oh spirits, he just had this conversation not two minutes ago. Except he was in Bolin's position. They settled down at the kitchen table, Bolin picking at placemat.
"You're never a failure." Amon assured him. Even if they did fail. Sure, he got pissed at Mako when he had screwed up with Ushio. But that was different. Mako had almost revealed their entire operation. Not to mention, thanks to their little fight, the demonic officials were watching him and Bolin's every move more closely than ever. Bolin looked up at him with timid eyes. It hurt a little to see those green eyes so consumed with fear. He would rather see the happy-go-lucky green eyes. Even as a demon Bolin always saw the positives of life, despite his biological parents being locked up in prison. Amon tended to favor the younger demon over his brother who seemed to be constantly brooding and sulking.
"What if things don't go as planned though?" Bolin insisted. Amon sighed.
"If things don't go as planned, I'm not sure what will happen." He lied. "We'll figure something out. Your parents won't stay locked up forever, and you'll get back to your demonic forms eventually. I promise." Bolin managed to give a smile and Amon found himself smiling too despite his mask's mouth remaining neutral.
—-
Tahno shifted, glancing at the watch on his wrist, an impatient huff escaping his mouth.
"Honestly Korra, how long does it take to try on a yukata and decide if you like it!" He called out, banging on the changing stall.
"Shut up! I'm almost done!" She yelled back. He pouted, stepping back as she flung open the door. The pout instantly disappeared, his eyes eagerly eating up her delicious form. The yukata accented her curves just right, the blue hues bringing out her eyes. She smirked, walking up to him and pushing his jaw up. He didn't even realize it had dropped. "What do you think?" she purred, trailing her fingers down his jaw line.
"I think it would look better on the floor." Tahno kicked into gear, wrapping his arm around her and pulling her back into the changing stall, flicking the lock so they could have some privacy. His lips attacked hers, tongue pushing in. She met back with equal force, her tongue curling around his, her fingers spearing through his hair and curling tight, keeping his head close. He ignored the stinging pain, too busy trying to get his tongue as far into her mouth as he could. His hands smoothed over her chest, cupping her breasts beneath the soft fabric and squeezing them tenderly, as if he were physically saying that he missed them. His hands began to work at the outfit, making sure not to tear the fabric. When his skin hit hers, they both shuddered, breaking a part to catch their breaths. He bent down, tongue licking up to her ear where his lips attached and teeth tugged at her ear lobe, making her arch into him. He had her pinned against the wall now, one leg sliding up in between hers, making the loosened fabric bunch around her thighs. When he pushed enough of the yukata away, he tugged the cup of her bra down, fingers gently pinching and twisting her nipple.
"Spirits Tahno, you sure are excited." Korra let out a throaty laugh, lifting her hips so he could push the bottom of the yukata up to her hips.
"I've been starved for sex, even in this human body." He growled, nipping down her throat. She let out a cry as his tongue flicked across her hardened nipple. "And seeing you look so gorgeous made me /ravenous/." He sucked in her nipple, teeth scraping against it, making her shiver in his arms. He could feel heat pulsing from her as she pressed flush against his knee, rubbing along him sensually. He thought back to last night and a groan left him. "I would take you right now if I could." He told her, the hand resting on her hip moving to tug at her underwear. "Hard and fast. And then nice and slow. Then hard and fast again, repeating over and over again until you couldn't walk." His fingers slipped underneath the elastic band, hissing at the wet heat that coated his fingers immediately. He slipped them between her folds, brushing against her clit and making her buck in his arms. "I would have you screaming my name so that the entire store knew what was going on."
Korra bit down hard on her cheek, nostrils flaring as she fought to control herself. His fingers were working their magic though, tweaking and rubbing her most sensitive spot. Her head tilted back, sweat building up on her forehead and dampening her hair. The tiny space became unbearably hot like the inside of her body. His fingers hooked and slipped along her entrance, pushing up and in. She squeezed her eyes shut, concentrating on the feeling of those smooth digits caressing and stroking her inner walls, finding a spot that made her toes curl.
"T-Tahno…" she panted. He looked up at her, tongue still swirling along her nipple. His eyes glowed, a purely sinful smirk on his lips. A third finger filled her up, thumb circling her clit tightly as he thrust his fingers in as deep as he could get them. He lifted his head so their lips could meld again. Teeth knocked together as she became more desperate for release. He could tell she was getting close, the way her body trembled around his. He worked his fingers around, finding a soft spot inside of her and massaging it firmly.
When she came, he swallowed her cry with his lips, feeling pure satisfaction wash over him. She spasmed in his arms before her fingers became limp in his hair and her body limp in his hands. He gently removed his fingers, breaking away with her so he could lick them clean. She bit down on her lip, eyes heated as she watched him enjoy his treat. He sucked in all three fingers, eyes rolling at the taste. She fanned herself lightly, feeling her body tingle when he released his fingers with a slight /pop!/. "I'll be waiting for you outside." He purred, turning around and leaving the dressing room. Korra collapsed into the small seat, needing to catch her breath before she could go anywhere else.
Upon leaving the dressing room, Korra found Asami standing there with an all knowing grin. Korra blushed, hiding behind a couple of loose strands of hair. Asami elbowed her in the side as they walked to the front of the store, where Tahno and Ushio stood, waiting to make their purchases. "Look at you, getting some in the dressing room. A lot of women fantasize about that." Asami whispered into Korra's ear, making the other blush even more.
"Shut up," Korra hissed, though she couldn't keep the grin off her face. The cashier glanced between the four of them but didn't say anything other than, "Will this be it today?" Korra nodded, handing over the dress and hoping the woman couldn't smell anything. The woman quickly bagged everything and Ushio handed over some money, looking a little pissed as he did so. Asami kissed him on the cheek. "Thanks Ushio." She giggled, making him grumble. Korra snickered softly under her breath.
Korra hooked her arm with Asami's, both of them leaving the boys behind. "So, how did you manage to sweet talk Ushio into buying us things?" Korra asked.
"I promised to model some lingerie for him tonight."
"You two are really hitting it off." Korra noted. Asami shrugged.
"I suppose. I think he's still looking for a brief fling and to be honest, I could use a little excitement in my life."
Korra stopped Asami. "Now listen, don't be getting into 'flings' just to have some excitement. He's definitely a heartbreaker, but I think he could use a little taste of his own medicine."
"So…you want me to break his heart?" Asami asked, looking a little confused.
Korra thought over her words. "Not necessarily, but maybe just show him who the boss is. He needs to be taken down a couple of pegs." She smirked and Asami smirked with her.
"Oh don't worry. I purchased a pair of handcuffs with his name on it." She winked, making Korra gag dramatically.
"That was way more than I needed to know!" Korra exclaimed, both of them bursting into laughter. Tahno and Ushio exchanged looks, as if trying to figure out what was so funny. That caused Korra and Asami to laugh even harder, hurrying on ahead to the food court.
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After a quick feeding, Vinh had enough energy to get up and get out of the house. Luckily Felix didn't appear. Vinh didn't know if he could face the little imp after their earlier encounter. So he got on his motorcycle and go for a ride and let the air clear his head. He rode around for a good thirty minutes, traveling down a path behind the manor and into the thick trees. When he came to a clearing, a small shrine temple stood there, looking still brand new. Ushio always made sure it was in perfect condition. He put the kickstand down, pulling his leather jacket close as a small wind picked up, thunder rumbling overhead. Right as he stepped under the roof, the bottom let out, the raindrops pounding against the tiles above. He knelt down before the large and intricate shrine, lighting up some incense. Guilt overwhelmed him for just a second.
Vinh didn't enjoy coming to the shrine. He didn't like having to face the fact that his parents were still dead. Sometimes he liked to fool himself that they weren't dead, just gone on a business trip. The same way he liked to fool himself that Naomi wasn't dead. Only just sleeping and he was patiently waiting for her to wake up.
Of course, reality always came crashing down like the rain.
"Hey mom, dad. Uh, apologies for not coming sooner. Things have been busy, you know?" Oh spirits, making excuses to his deceased parents. How embarrassing.
"Anyways, I thought I would drop by and check in. I know Ushio probably keeps you plenty company, but that's because he hardly gets out of the house, the lazy bastard." Vinh chuckled weakly, rubbing his face. "Listen, I just wish you guys were here right now. Tahno's really growing up. I'm proud of him. I think you'd be proud of him. Of course, he's still idiotic as ever. I think it's all the chemicals he puts in his hair. But he's found himself a girl. A real nice girl. Kinda like Naomi." His voice trembled.
"Speaking of Naomi, I hope you guys see her a lot, and keep her company. I know that you two loved her and were sure that she'd be the mother of my children. We would have made some beautiful kids with our genes combined. You two would be the envy of all the grandparents with such great looking grandkids." He ran a few fingers through his hair, sucking in a deep breath.
"I also wanted to apologize for not turning out better. I wish I had done more, tried to achieve more. I know you always had high hopes for me dad, and even though you never showed it, I knew you were always disappointed that I didn't become as ambitious as Ushio. Being the firstborn, I should have achieved greatness by now. Look at me. I'm a personal trainer at a gym. Big fucking deal. Oops, sorry mom." Good thing she wasn't here right now or else she might have washed out his mouth with soap. "I'm sorry that I haven't carried the family name to greatness. But to be honest, I don't think I could have done a better job than you two. I think you made the bar too high." He joked, but it sounded lame even to his ears. "I'm not going to bother you anymore, but I just wanted to pop in and say hi and apologize. I'll try not to sulk in my pity for too long." He stood up, brushing off his pants lightly.
After reciting a quick prayer of peace for his parents' spirits, he stepped back out into the rain. He stood there for a few moments, letting the cleansing water wash over him.
At least now nobody would know that he had been crying.
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"Ugh, I think I ate too much." Korra groaned, flopping down onto the expensive couch in Asami's living room. Tahno plopped down beside her.
"Serves you right. You stole all my noodles." He grumbled. She gave him a pouty lip.
"But they were sooooo good! And you weren't going to finish them!" she poked him in the belly. Asami and Ushio shook their heads.
"You did eat a lot Korra. You should really watch your intake." Asami chuckled, turning on the radio, letting some soft music fill the room. Ushio settled in a chair, eyes closing as the classical tune seeped into his body.
"I'm a growing girl." Korra sulked, rubbing her belly lightly.
"Growing girl, puh-lease. The only thing that's growing on you is that ass of yours!" Tahno snorted at his own joke. Korra flicked him upside the head.
"Asami, do you have any wine in your kitchen?" Eager to get out of the room in hopes of giving the two some alone time, Ushio made an excuse of wanting something to drink. Asami nodded and he got up. "Please, lead the way." She seemed surprised that he would go with her, but she didn't mind at all. They disappeared out of the room and Korra nudged Tahno.
"Think they're gonna do it in the kitchen?" she grinned. Tahno made a gagging noise.
"I hope not." He paused. "Hey, this is my favorite song." He hopped up and pulled her into his arms, sweeping her around in a wide circle. She clung to him, laughing lightly as they spun around.
"This isn't dancing! It's just spinning!" she told him, trying to get him to slow down.
"Spinning can be dancing if you do it the right way!" Tahno informed her, one hand at her hip and the other linking with her fingers. He dipped her down, loving the way her eyes lit up.
"Well don't spin me too much or else I might puke!"
"You puke on me and I will drop you without a moment's hesitation." His voice sounded grave despite the twinkling in his eyes.
"Well then sit me back down." She wrapped her arms around his neck. He moved back over to the sofa, but instead of sitting her down, he lay across the cushions and draped her on top of him. She snuggled up close, head resting on his heart, enjoying his fingers running through her hair.
"Tahno."
"Yes Korra?"
"Are you going to stay human forever just to be with me?" Sleepiness coated her voice.
"Do you want me to?" He asked softly.
She didn't answer for a long while.
Finally, "Yeah. I'd like that."
"Then I'll stay human forever for you," he promised softly, eyes closing as he heard her start to snore. If it meant giving up his incubus powers just to be with her, then he would gladly sign everything away. Her warmth settled over him, making him feel cozy and content. It didn't take long before he too drifted off, arms curled tight around her.