Vlad glowered at the male standing in front of him. He was tall, towering by most people's standards, and his every cell wreaked of sexual intentions. Everything from the tips of his hair down to the shoes he wore seemed chosen to rile the lust of any person who desired males, and possibly a few who didn't.
It hadn't been Vlad's wish to have this man in his home, he certainly hadn't wanted Ian here but somehow this was the result. Ian had needed to talk to Leila about something, however while he and Vlad had been silently staring one another down in the waiting room as Leila made herself ready, this man appeared seemingly out of thin air.
By the knowing smile on his lips, he knew Ian. However every bone in Vlad's body burned with the need to eject him from his home. Nothing about him seemed threatening, well not life threatening. He could possibly be threatening to multiple people's sexuality, but Vlad wasn't one of them.
Every instinct in him drove Vlad to get rid of him, and by the smirk curling the unknown man's mouth, he knew how Vlad was feeling and possibly the reason for it.
When the mystery man spoke, his voice was low and further grated on Vlad's nerves. He had never loathed anyone so much on mere meetings and his reaction mystified him, but he would ponder it later once he didn't have an unknown potentially hostile man in his home.
"No worries about the hostility you are feeling. Anyone who is in a relationship and is faithful has that reaction. Well, anyone who isn't attracted to my gender and is in a faithful relationship. Otherwise, you'd be too swamped with lust to be enraged at my presence."
The words cleared nothing up and Vlad stayed on guard as the man turned to Ian. "Ian, I have a favor that I need to call in."
Ian scoffed, "Now isn't exactly a great time for it. You should have called, my cell hasn't changed."
As they chatted back and forth about this favor, Vlad's irritation grew. He snapped, stopping their conversation and bringing the attention to him. "Who are you and what did you mean, anyone who is faithful would feel this way?" He leveled his most intimidating glower at the man, but he just smiled back at him, to Vlad's rage.
"You may call me Damien, and as for the way you're feeling right now? I am an Incubus. It is my nature to call out to the sexual urges of those around me. You aren't attracted to males, not even a little bit. That is rare, but it means you see me as I am. However, anyone else who is attracted to men would see me as what they find most appealing."
As what he now knew was a demon continued explaining, Vlad's irritation with the man in his home grew. A being of pure sexual energy, in a room that his wife was heading towards. He trusted Leila without hesitation, but he still didn't want her anywhere near this thing. Damien's voice dragged his attention back to him, as Vlad's previous question was answered.
"People who are attracted to males will lust after me. However, people like you who aren't attracted to me but have a partner who would be are defensive. You may not have known what I was when I first appeared but your instincts labeled me as a threat immediately. No, not a threat. They label me as competition, because your chosen mate will see what they desire most when they look at me. Nothing riles your instincts more than the possible threat of a mate being taken. No worries though, I'm here for Ian and nothing else."
Vlad's voice was whiplike when he spoke, his anger held on a short leash. "I have no fear of you taking Leila, because she would never go with you. I do, however, want you out of my home immediately. You can find Ian afterward."
Damien looked at him calmly, not fazed by the obvious rage exuding off of Vlad. A slow smile pulled at his lips, "Okay then, if you're so sure then prove it. There are rare exceptions where a partner will love their chosen one so much that they won't be affected by my abilities. We shall put your faith to the test. I can hear footsteps approaching and by your increasing tension they are your wife's. Let's see what happens."
Before Vlad could tell him where he was going to shove a hot poker, Leila walked into the room. "Sorry Ian, I had to-" She jolted to a stop at the sight of Damien.
At first dread flashed through Vlad at her reaction, had he been wrong? Maybe Leila could be thrawled by the demon, and in that case… His fire started building up his arms as he prepared to lunge and rip the demon's head off if he made a move toward his wife.
Leila froze in confusion as she stared at Damien. Ian's voice broke the loaded silence and dragged half of her attention to him. She kept one eye on Damien though as if she couldn't be made to look away, further inciting Vlad's rage.
"Poppet, what are you seeing right now?" Ian was genuinely curious, Damien was correct after all. His nature made people see what they considered the height of arousal in a person. It was intriguing to learn what Leila thought that peak was. The fact that it was enraging Vlad only added to his want to learn more.
Leila flicked her gaze briefly behind Damien, locking eyes with Vlad. Some of his rage left when he realised that while there was lust in her eyes, the confusion out weighed it. Why was she confused?
Her answer made a grin of satisfaction curl his lips and his fire die down. "I see Vlad, naked, and covered with blood. But I also see Vlad, over there, completely dressed, and looking like a thunder cloud..."
Love and satisfaction raced through him at her answer. What she found most attractive was him, that wasn't surprising at all considering their bedroom activities. Had the situation been switched back onto him and a succubus had been here he would have had the same reaction. Her initial freezing upon entering the room had been her confusion over 'him' supposedly standing naked, while covered in blood, in a room with Ian.
Understandably, that would be a mystifying sight, considering he loathed the insipid whore. Her lust was easily explained by the sight of 'him' naked, she was seeing what she found most arousing after all.
Before he could speak up and tell her that he was the real Vlad, Leila stepped forward and touched the Demon. Immediately his previous rage shot the surface. Hadn't she just said that she could see two of him? Obviously the one who was naked in a room with Ian wasn't the real one, so why was she touching him?!
His answer came immediately. Damien sent him a smirk, only for that cocky expression to disappear to be replaced with pain in the next instant. Leila channeled lightning through her hand that rested on his chest, the currents sending Damien to the floor in a writhing mess.
The sight pleased Vlad immensely and he had no hesitation in admitting it. "Not to say I disapprove, I quite enjoy this, but why did you do that Darling?"
Leila looked at him, losing the wary look she aimed at the still writhing demon, as she answered. "I figured that you wouldn't be caught dead in a room naked with Ian, so it probably wasn't you. But I also didn't want to fire off a whip at his head on the weird off chance he was you. This was an easy alternative since only you are immune to my ability."
So saying, she moved away from Damien after one final jolt that had him lunging away from her to hide behind Ian. He lurched to his feet, his newly disheveled appearance further pleasing Vlad, and spat at Ian. "We will conclude our business another time, call when you are away from her." He vanished in the next instant as quickly as he came.
His fear of Leila sent another flash of satisfaction through Vlad. It was infinitely better for the demon of lust to fear his wife than to be getting ideas. If the demon had shown more interest in her, Vlad would have had to invest in demon bone to kill him.
Turning his attention to his still confused wife, he walked over to her in two easy strides and enveloped her in his arms. "Excellent plan and I find myself quite happy with the results. That incubus will never grace us with his presence again for fear of you doing further damage."
As his arms wrapped around her and his feelings of pride, love and satisfaction curled against her own, it clicked. She let out a soft, "Ah" as understanding dawned.
"So that was why he looked like a naked version of you. I was really confused for a bit there." She leaned back into him, feeling the echo of his previous rage and wanting to soothe it. His arms tightened, pulling her back against him until they were molded together.
Ian's voice stopped Vlad's reply, "Before you two get into it, I just need to ask your wife if she can read an essence. I doubt it, since she couldn't before, but I am temporarily out of leads and it is worth a shot."
Leila shook herself out of her lust. Even if the demon hadn't been Vlad, the image of her naked husband still danced behind her eyelids and as always the sight riled her like no other.
First, help Ian, then drag your husband to your bed room. She reminded herself. Although, as she eyed Vlad's glinting green gaze, she got the feeling there wouldn't be much 'dragging' involved.
When she went to leave his arms, she didn't get far due to their determined grip. Raising an eyebrow at him over her shoulder, Leila asked. "Problem?"
He smiled pleasantly down at her, "No, no problem at all. I have just decided that you won't be leaving my arms until I have thoroughly ravished you. If Ian wants you to check for imprints, he will just have to come closer."
Ian gave a snort, before doing as told. His voice cut off Leila's half hearted argument, "Don't bother poppet. This is normal behavior of an alpha male whose mate just had a visit from an incubus. After you check me for essences I'll take my leave. You should be in for a fun night."
She didn't doubt it, even though she couldn't see Vlad's eyes anymore with her back to him, she could feel his lust and his want to claim her curling through their bond. Ian was right, as soon as he was gone she was in for a fun night.
The instant that Ian left, empty handed to both Leila and his disappointment, Vlad had scooped her up under her knees and was racing them back to their bedroom. A chuckle fell from her lips as the surrounding blurred together.
"In a hurry much?" Affection swelled along with her lust as he stopped in their room. His eyes were now completely green with lust as he let her feet touch the floor.
"Yes. I just saw you electrocute a male who is known for swaying people through lust. If that sight alone wasn't enough to make me want you, the knowledge that me covered in blood is what you find the peak of arousal would do the trick." As he finished his sentence, he reached for the hidden panel in the wall. Pulling his hand back with two blood bags, he put one on the night stand and handed the other to her.
"Now then, shall we make your vision from earlier a reality? Seeing, but not being able to touch such things is the worst kind of tease and I am more than willing to satisfy that craving. Afterwards, it will be my turn."
Leila's eyes were the same green pitch as his by the time he finished talking. "I like this plan." Vlad chuckled lowly as she shredded the bag over him while tackling him gleefully onto the bed.
"I thought you would." Was the last thing coherent sentence either of them spoke until the next morning.