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Chapter Summary: Incubi France and Canada visit Greece in the hopes of satiating their urges. Unfortunately, some vampiric kittens got there first.
Ch. 8: A Little Dream
October 31, 5:00 AM
The world is easy to travel through for fully-transformed incubi. They move just below consciousness, in the dimension that ends where human vision begins. It is a level below (or perhaps above) time and space, which can be molded by thought. This realm of dreams is home to them.
Unfortunately, France and Canada are easily distracted by one another, so the door they create to Greece's home has them arriving several hours later than they intended. They slip through it, staying just below consciousness so that they can watch without being seen by anyone who is fully conscious.
Greece is somewhere between sleeping and waking. The kitties have been snacking, despite the fact that they can get some of their own food now. It's just that there's so many of them! They're still kittens, after all, and he's their momma...sort of. He doesn't really mind; it doesn't hurt. All the bites just make him very, very sleepy. Then he notices an extra presence. He glares at Turkey. "What're you doing here?"
Turkey glares right back at him. "Taking care of your ass. Brat."
"Have some juice," Japan commands, practically pouring the stuff down Greece's throat. He called Turkey over last night so they could switch off sleeping and caring for Greece, even if Greece continues to believe he's fine. He isn't. Even after a good night's sleep he is still pale, still shaky, and still fading in and out of consciousness. The kittens that are curled all around him, napping contentedly, are no help either.
Greece drinks, still trying to glare at Turkey, but distracted by the strange fog over Turkey's shoulder. It's dark and filled with streaks like colored lightning. Out from the fog come claws; he recoils, and then relaxes when he sees what they're attached to. Ah. This is familiar. He has no idea why he has these recurring dreams of France with bat wings, but they always end happily. "Oh. Hello."
Canada follows France into Greece's consciousness, sliding his hand around France's hip with a smirk. "Hi."
Turkey yawns. He has no idea why he's here playing nurse, and yet... He sighs, grabbing more pillows and shoving them under the brat's head, his ears twitching as he hears a noise. Something... strange. Like a wind that came from within the house. He tenses, a chill running all the way up his spine, and hisses in unison with the cats. He moves toward the hallway to get away from the cold feeling, dragging Japan with him and trying to keep his instincts in check. "Something is wrong. I don't like it in here."
Japan rolls his eyes. "Don't be so juvenile. You're here to help." He pushes away from Turkey and returns to the bedroom. The kittens are all very much awake now, creeping out of the room with wide eyes and full tails. "Huh."
France grins, his tongue darting over his fangs. "Are we interrupting, or did you just finish? You look so satisfied." His wings twitch, along with other parts of his anatomy.
"We were hoping you would play with us," says Canada. He licks his lips and slips his hands down to France's pants, rubbing over his crotch.
Greece eyes them up and down. It's a nice view. Very nice, with some tight pants that fit more like second skins. France's tale is crawling up Canada's thigh, and Canada's hands are roaming low. They're showering him with lust, sending it towards him in waves. Still, he yawns. One of the braver kitties hisses by his ear and chomps down on his neck.
"BAD!" Japan rushes over, picking up the kitten and shooing it off with the others. There's blood welling at Greece's neck. He groans, pressing his fingers over the wound.
Even the sight of blood makes France ache. He wants to lap it up, leave sharp little bites all down Greece's chest. Or let him do the biting. He's really not in any state to be picky. He saunters closer, sighing as Canada's hands fall away. "Play with us, Hera. You look tired; just lie back and let us do the work."
Greece looks between the winged nations and the ones taking care of him. Such a proposal sounds perfectly reasonable, but it would hardly be fair to leave out his friends. "Can Kiku play too? And the bastard, I guess."
Canada licks his lips and shares a gleeful look with France. "If you can get them to cuddle up and sleep with you, we may be able to arrange that."
Japan is still leaning over Greece, trying to staunch the bleeding at his neck with the edge of his robe while Turkey goes for bandages. Greece doesn't understand why. It's only a kitten; it's not like it could have opened his artery or anything. He tugs on Japan's sleeve. "Hey. Come nap?"
"You cannot be serious!" Japan yanks himself away. The horde of kittens has returned, gathering around Greece and just waiting for him to fall asleep. Nowhere is safe. He may never sleep at Greece's house again.
Turkey returns with bandages which may have unraveled when he realized they were part of a roll, and rolls can roll when you bat them around on the floor. Japan looks pissed off and Greece looks blissed out, which means he missed another feisty kitten. "Aw, fuck, brat! Can't you keep them off of you for a fuckin' minute? I don't even know if we have enough bandages!"
France kneels on the bed and crawls up the length of Greece's body. "You must have been a bad boy, to get so covered in scratches and bandages. Eh..." He pauses, tongue just beneath one of said bandages. "Why are you covered in bandages?"
One of the cats flies by, hissing and scratching at the air where Canada is. Another five fly by the window, carrying a dog that is crying in desperate terror.
Too many people are talking at once for Greece to understand. He can't follow all the conversations, so he decides to go with the one that's easiest to pay attention to. The one with the tongue. "Kittens. It's okay, they're just," he yawns, "playing. Need a little training. Or something."
Canada jolts at the sight of the kittens covering the dog. It isn't long before the cries stop. "Holy Maple," he mutters. He grabs France's shoulder and shakes it, pointing at the creatures. "I think... Um... They're not just kittens anymore."
France glances over. Clearly the kittens are possessed or something, but Greece is all naked and cut up and fuckable, right here. "Oh well. They can't do anything to us. Now then! Mattie, what part of him do you want?"
Canada points to the paleness, the expression of bliss on Greece's face, the fact that there's a little white kitten sucking on his shoulder. "Fran, look at him. He's completely drained. If he has any energy left, it's basically how he's breathing right now."
"M'fine!" Greece protests.
Japan yanks the kitten free from Greece's shoulder, ignoring her lamenting yowl. "Stop that!"
France frowns. Canada has a point. Greece is cold to the touch, and there are kittens everywhere. This could be a problem. He slides a hand down to Greece's underwear, trying to rub him to arousal. While it's clear Greece's interested, his cock only makes a half-hearted effort.
"Hm. Let me see something..." He swoops down to kiss Greece's mouth, testing the taste of him and trying to breathe him in. Usually when he does this he feels revitalized, pulling energy from the one beneath him. This time there's barely a little static. When he pulls away, Greece is panting and his eyes are half-closed. France sighs. "Damn." He kisses Greece again, returning what he can; not that he has much to give.
Greece shudders, feeling like France was toying with more than his air supply. But now he's getting off the bed. He tries to reach for France, but his body is so heavy. Kiku says something and he looks up. There's a kitten hiding in the folds of his robe, just waiting for Kiku to lean too close to Greece. When he does, she snaps her teeth into his chest. "Clever girl," he mutters, and promptly passes out.
Raising an eyebrow at the scene, Canada turns back to France and takes his hand. "So. Spain?"
"Usually works." They disappear.