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Chapter 37

(Jesus Christ, everything's here.)

Pogue's eyes kept bouncing off the walls of the room he was standing in, hardly believing what they saw. This couldn't be his bedroom, there was no freaking way. He glanced over his shoulder and frowned when the door he just pasted through faded into the wall, leaving him stranded inside his fake bedroom; he still refused to believe any part of this was real.

He moved towards the bed in the center of the room and blinked heavily when he noticed the bedding was the exact same type he used when he last visited his home. He checked his dresser, shelves and anything else he stumbled upon and felt himself grow dizzy when he discovered everything he owned was there.

(This can't be real, there's no way.)

The sound of a door opening and closing loudly grabbed his attention and he turned to meet an even more puzzling sight. A figure had entered the room, the newly made door disappearing almost instantly as it closed and Pogue's eyes were left frozen on the person's frame.

With a hard swallow, Pogue spoke up.

"Caleb?"

The figure remained passive, not make a single sound but its soft brown eyes remained glued on the empath's face. At first his eye refused to believe the sight in front of him, knowing he'd been fooled many times before but his resolve was growing weaker the longer those eyes stared at him. It did look like Caleb, at least enough for Pogue's chest to tighten painfully again.

His chest tightened even more as Caleb took a few steps towards him. His eyes held a small glint in their depths that Pogue's couldn't name and it continued to deepen the closer Caleb came to him. Less then a second later, they were face to face and Pogue finally realized the emotion swimming in the depths of those brown gems; hunger.

(Something's not right.)

One of Caleb's hands reached out gently and touched his shoulder, sending waves of warmth through the empath's body. Pogue shuttered and moved his eyes towards the other boy confused. Caleb's dark eyes were roaming up and down his body hungrily, making the other teen grow more uncomfortable every passing second.

Feeling his curiosity get the better of him, Pogue sent a small strand of his powers outward. It touched Caleb's subconscious but he didn't feel anything, there was no emotions or even a hint of thought in the boy's mind and Pogue withdrew his powers furiously.

It wasn't Caleb; the thing in front of him wasn't even a real person! It's presence – or if it could even be called that – felt empty and hallow, like that of a doll and thoroughly angered, Pogue pushed the figure away.

"Son of a bitch."

Caleb gave him a hurt look and tried to step forwards and once again Pogue shoved him back.

"Get away from me!"

The boy in front of him recoiled, obviously hurt from the rejection and took a few steps back like he was ordered too. Pogue watched him with a dark look, his anger spiking dramatically. He growled Chase's name inside his head a few times and unsurprisingly he heard the bastard's voice not long after wards?

Something wrong?

(Yes, what the fuck is this shit?)

You asked for Caleb.

(Does this look like Caleb to you?!)

Chase was silent for a few seconds and then hummed happily

I figured you needed a little relaxation. I created him just for you.

(Created? What the hell do you...?)

The full meaning of Chase's words sunk in as a small handful of emotions touched Pogue's mind, hunger, need, lust, all of them coming from the person – thing – standing less then five feet away from him.

(Oh Christ, a fucking Incubus.)

Smart boy, have fun.

With a dark laugh, Chase's presence withdrew from Pogue's mind and the empath was left alone, well almost alone.

"Fuck..." Pogue groaned and flopped down on the edge of the bed.

He was surprised to discover the mattress and the bedding felt exactly the same as his own and his body automatically relaxed into the plush surface. A set of soft footsteps grabbed his attention and when he looked up Pogue realized he was being watched. The figure across the room – he refused to call it Caleb – was watching him with a slightly confused expression.

It took a few cautious steps forwards and when it realized Pogue wasn't going to push it away again, it knelt in front of him. The empath eyed him coldly, his fingers coiling into fists as the thing leaned closer.

"Get away from me."

The creature – Pogue couldn't think of a better word to call it – ignored him and reached for his hand, its long fingers gently caressing the soft, warm skin. The small touch sent a chill up Pogue's arm and the empath couldn't help his shutter. The touch felt wonderful, the thing's fingers were so warm and inviting but Pogue forced himself to push the creature away again.

"I said, get away from me."

The creature raised its head and gazed at him with expressive eyes.

"Why?"

Pogue blinked, he wasn't aware the thing could speak. "Because you're not real."

"The real Caleb doesn't want you." The creature spoke darkly, its words tearing straight into Pogue's heart. "But I do."

Pogue's heart twisted painfully inside his chest to the point where it felt like it would tear in half. Sure the thing in front of him wasn't Caleb, it wasn't even real but none of that stopped it from being completely right or from the small traces of tears gathering in Pogue's eyes.

"Stop it."

"I want you and I'm right here. What makes you think Caleb deserves you anyhow, he's had eighteen years and who did he pick?"

The creature's smug look was quickly changed when Pogue's knuckles slammed into its jaw, sending it crashing to the floor. It was bad enough that Chase had created this thing and forged it in Caleb's image but did it have to pick up the fucker's attitude as well? A pained groan eased from the crumpled body at his feet but before Pogue could move, the creature straightened upright, tasting the blood in the corner of his mouth curiously.

"Feels good doesn't it?" The creature who dared to call its self Caleb asked as it slowly inched closer to him. "You can hurt me all you like, I can take it."

Pogue's eyes narrowed furiously and a growl bubbled inside of his throat. "Fine."

His knuckles once again sank into the creature's jaw but it didn't recoil this time, it just wavered on its knees disoriented and reached for Pogue's hand once it righted it's self. Its fingers curled around the empath's wrist and Pogue once again raised his hand in anger. The creature didn't flinch at all and Pogue reluctantly lowered his hand with a growl.

"I swear if you didn't look like Caleb I'd–"

"You'd what?"

"I'd crush you." Pogue grumbled and wrapped his fingers around the thing's throat to make his point.

The incubus didn't look concerned and replied by pulling Pogue's hand to its chest. Through the material of the creature's clothing the empath's fingers could feel the immense heat the figure's skin radiated. A sigh eased from Pogue's throat without his consent and the empath quickly pulled his hand away.

"Stop it."

"Stop what?" The creature asked innocently.

"Stop fucking seducing me!" Pogue growled angrily and shoved the incubus away as he got to his feet.

He stalked towards the section of the room he first came in and frowned when he couldn't find the door leading out. All of the walls were solid, even the door leading out of the bedroom and into the hallway was gone; he was trapped.

"Where the fuck is the door?"

"It only appears when you want it too." Came the creature's answer.

Pogue gave an annoyed scowl and willed for the door to appear. The wall wavered slightly but no door appeared. He growled and tried again, focusing his thoughts harder and kicked the wall with his foot when the door still didn't appear.

(This whole place is fucked! I want out of here dammit.)

He aimed a few more kicks at the wall but a thick pair of arms wrapping around his shoulders forced him to a stop. The incubus moved its arms lower, pressing its bulk gently against Pogue's back. Warmth seeped into the empath's body from the contact and no matter how hard he told himself to do so, Pogue couldn't bring himself to push the creature away this time.

"Why isn't the door fucking appearing?"

"Because a part of you doesn't want it too obviously." The creature breathed against Pogue's neck, making him shiver.

"That's a lie."

"Is it really?"

The creature's words once again cut straight through Pogue's resolve and the empath's head sagged forwards weakly. He tried willing for the door to appear once again but just as he expected, it didn't appear. Did a part of him honestly not want it too?

The creature's arms moved upwards and his fingers gently encouraged Pogue to turn his head. The teen did so without a fight, his pale blue eyes looking completely lost and defeated. The incubus's eyes roamed over his body hungrily and with a soft smile, the creature leaned forwards and brought their lips together.

Pogue's head jerked away at first, expecting the thing's lips to feel cold and slimy but remarkably they were soft and warm, almost like the real thing. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Pogue smacked himself for comparing this thing to Caleb, this poor excuse for a life form would never measure up to his friend. Their mouths parted a heartbeat later and Pogue gazed at the thing's face, hoping he'd find an answer of what he should do next. The incubus merely smiled and lightly ran a hand through Pogue's soft blond hair.

"It's okay for you to give in." It breathed softly against Pogue's neck. "I can change into someone else if you want."

Pogue ran his eyes up and down the incubus's body and shook his head sadly. "No, I don't want anyone else."

The incubus – Caleb – smiled once again and pulled the empath closer, joining their mouths once again. The creature's mouth was warm and velvety, making Pogue want to run his tongue through its entire length. Its hands were even warmer as they ran up and down the empath's chest, slowly creeping under his shirt.

(Push it away, it's not Caleb.)

Pogue moaned as the soft fingers gently caressed his lower stomach and he voiced no objections when the creature pushed him back towards the bed. His knees buckled when they were backed into the mattress and he pulled the creature down with him as he tumbled onto it.

(It's not Caleb dammit!)

The last of Pogue's resolve was soon silenced as the incubus's hot mouth pressed against the skin of his stomach. A moan eased from the teen's lips from the wonderful tickle and he couldn't help arching upwards. His fingers found their way into the thing's – Caleb's – soft hair as the mouth traveled upwards.

The empath's shirt was soon pulled off, giving the creature full access to the well defined chest withering under him. Pogue bit his lip as the touches grew deeper and the incubus took the opportunity to fumble with the fly of Pogue's jeans.

"Just relax." It purred against the teen's stomach. "Soon you'll forget all about Caleb."

"I doubt that." Pogue mumbled silently.

"Try me."

Pogue narrowed his eyes and pushed the creature's head back down to his stomach.

--

(That's a good boy Pogue.)

Chase chuckled happily as he disconnected his powers from the room Pogue was in and blinked his eyes a few times to regain their focus.

(I knew it would only be a matter of time. Pogue's too easy.)

With an amused snort, Chase turned away from the door and walked down the length of the hallway to the large, center room. His eyes instantly moved towards the Nexus Stone and a heavy sigh eased from his pale lips.

(Soon. I'll be whole soon.)

He moved his gaze away from the stone table and let it fall to the heavy floor under his feet. No more feeling lost and torn in pieces, no more feeling incomplete. He'd be in his own body soon, he'd be whole.

(Soon.)

In the mean time, however, he had a small errand to do. With a gentle shake of his head, Chase crossed the room and headed for the large, double doors.

--

"Oh Christ." Pogue moaned as the hot mouth constricted around his aching erection.

The figure kneeling between his legs eyed him hungrily and gave the hard flesh one last heavy lick and released it from his warm mouth. Pogue moaned once again, this time in frustration but he was quickly silenced as the incubus's mouth moved over his own.

His fingers grabbed the bare muscled back of the warm body over him and in one motion Pogue rolled both of them over until he was on top. Caleb's brown eyes gazed up at him in a lustful haze and Pogue felt himself grow powerless under their stare, just like the last time he had the older boy pinned under him.

(It's not him!)

The empath ignored the nagging voice inside of his head and leaned down to the other boy's neck. The skin that met his lips was warm and so intoxication that Pogue moaned from the increasing pressure in his lower regions.

"Yes." The incubus moaned in Caleb's deep voice, encouraging the empath to continue.

Pogue's hands ghosted down the pale skinned hips of the body under him, roughly pulling them open and around his waist, not caring in the slightest if he hurt this creature. The deeper part of him wanted too, he wanted to make this thing suffer for taking Caleb's form and the rest of him was so damn horney any other logical thought was impossible.

He trusted into the creature roughly, stretching him without preparation and tearing the soft muscle open. The creature hissed in pain but didn't make a move to stop him. It moaned as Pogue started thrusting into its body hard and much to the empath's surprise it seamed to be enjoying the pain.

(It's created for sex, why would it?)

The creature wailed in pleasure from whatever dark region it found it and arched against Pogue's shaking body, silently begging for more. He halted momentarily and changed the angle of his thrusts, slamming harder into the hot tightness clenching around him. He was almost ashamed to admit hurting this poor creature felt good.

The muscles in his lower abdomen tightened once again, signaling he was growing closer to climaxing. The pressure in his groin grew unbearable until he finally released himself into the incubus's willing body, sending the last trace of Pogue's energy with it. His arms shook violently and he collapsed onto the bed in a panting heap.

He could hear the creature panting deeply next to him and after what felt like a few minutes had passed, it rolled towards him. Its arms gently embraced Pogue's trembling shoulders and the empath merely glared and rolled away, not wanting the thing to touch him.

Unfortunately, the thing didn't handle the rejection well and repositioned its arms around the teen's body. Pogue was to far gone in his thoughts to remove them.

(What the fuck did I just do?)