A/N: I just LOVE this chapter and I hope you all do too. Our boys are so damn cute! I can't wait to hear your thoughts!

Yugi

"Have you heard from Atem recently?" Ryou asks me all of a sudden, making me almost miss a jump in this co-op game he brought over.

"No I haven't."

Ryou whines and groans and sighs and I ignore it all as best as I can.

"You guys were so close."

"No we weren't." I say boredly.

Ryou's taken it upon himself to keep me company the last several days. He says he just wants to spend time with me but I can feel he's troubled. He and Marik are fine as far as I can tell, he's just mothering over me. But I'm fine. Honest. Why would I not be?

"Yugi you guys went on 3 dates, held hands, almost kissed. He took on Kaiba for you."

I'm getting angry. I can feel it. I'm not an angry person so when I snap I snap hard and fast and often too quickly for me to catch. And that's what's happened now. I push down my controller and glare at him and he jumps… and now I feel like a complete douche.

"I'm sorry, I'll drop it." He says quickly.

I sigh and shake my head. "He's moved on by now Ryou. You know how this works. So that's what I'm doing too. Forgetting about him."

"Mmm… it's just…"

"What?" I ask. I'm annoyed, I'm irritated, I'm kind of tired despite it being the middle of the day.

"He seemed different, you know?"

Yes, I know. He was different. He walked away from those I pushed onto him. He chased after me every time I walked from him. He looked at me like there was no one else in the world and nothing more important. He wanted to be with me…

And I gave him up. The best thing that's ever happened to me and I walked away from him.

"I know." I say quietly.

I could text him… but it's been almost a month since I saw him last, with nothing at all from him. Knowing my luck I am definitely too late. He's probably found love by now and I'm just a memory. That's how it's always been.

Ryou stands up all of a sudden and walks over to the front door. I didn't hear a knock so curiously I watch as he bends down to pick up a piece of paper. Someone must have slid it under.

"Oh!"

"What is it?" I ask boredly. It's probably some notice from the landlord or something.

"I think it's for you." He says with a sly little smile as he bounds over to hand it to me.

[How am I supposed to flirt with you if you never come out of that door?]

…

Atem!

I get up immediately and fly over to the door, swinging it open at an alarming speed. Across from me is the devil himself dressed in a black suit jacket, deep red shirt underneath and a red tie. A red rose classically twirls in his fingers and when he sees me, those lips of his twitch and tug to an apologetic grin.

I'm afraid I'm terribly underdressed by comparison. For the last few weeks I haven't cared about my appearance at all, opting for loose clothes and not even bothering with brushing my hair. I've only been to work and back too, it's not like I had anyone to impress… but now standing before him, I realise how much of a mess I must look and there's nothing I can do about that right now. So I stand here and fumble with my kuriboh shirt shyly as he kicks off the wall and approaches me.

"I am so sorry I've taken so long to contact you." He says in that beautiful, husky, baritone voice I missed so much. He reaches for my hand to push the rose into and pulls me out of the doorway a step, just enough to sink into a sweet cuddle.

"I have a gift for you waiting outside." He whispers into my ear.

I feel mad with him. But… I shouldn't be mad with him. I walked away from him. Why is he here?!

I push off him to ask him that but as I open my mouth he places a finger over my lips.

"I can explain. But first, your gift." He says.

I watch him glance over me and for a brief second something flashes in his dark red eyes. I glance around though and it's only Ryou standing nearby curiously. A deep blush sets across his cheeks though and I look back at Atem who has averted his gaze with a sheepish grin. I turn back to Ryou.

"Did you know he'd be here?" I ask him and he shakes his head no.

"No of course not! But I ummm… I think I should go. I gotta… go. Um… you two make out, make up… you should… make out… Bye!" He says awkwardly, slipping past me and running down the stairs. Like a ghost he's gone…

"That was weird." I say quietly.

"That was my fault." Atem admits shyly. Oh right… the horny thing. Okay. Sure.

"Not that I'm saying I don't believe you, but if you make everyone randy when they see you, why aren't I a puddle of orgasms?" I ask and he smirks cheekily. I give him a warning look and he chews his tongue before he settles on something smart to say.

"Because you're immune… just like I am to your love charms. That said, I can make you lust for me. You know I can. You and I have both felt it."

I sigh and shake my head but then he takes my chin and directs me to look at him, straight in the eyes. I expected a devilish look about him, but instead I'm completely taken by how soft he's looking at me. It makes my heart flutter… for the first time in a while it doesn't hurt. His eyes though - they're darker than I remember. I almost can't see the red in them. They're a deep maroon today, only with the faintest hint of colour in them. They weren't always so dark though...

"Just like you can make me fall for you, a feat that should be impossible for anyone but you."

Fall for me?

!

That's right. He's here. He's not with some date, he's not with a significant other… he's here. On my doorstep, dressed up and his eyes are mine.

"I have a gift for you. Come with me." He says. He tugs on my hand, testing to see if I'll go with him. I take just a minute to duck inside, grab my keys and close my door before I gladly let him lead me downstairs.

Downstairs in the foyer is the largest conglomeration of flowers I have ever seen outside of a florist. I don't know what he expects me to do with all of these but it looks like he just bought three whole flower carts - quite literally as the little wooden stands are neatly housing the bouquets. I don't even know the name for half of these but they stand here, completely out of place and still with their price signs attached… The owners are no where to be seen.

I look at him with a dumb expression on my face and he just grins proudly. "D-did you buy or steal these!?"

"Bought them… with charm. They'll be fine. Look, I can't get these upstairs during the day, so I might need your help getting them up." He says sheepishly.

During the day? I don't think he realises what he's just done. He coaxed some florists into giving him these carts for me? I would have accepted a dozen roses, that's fine but … is he serious?

"I can't accept these…"

He looks put out immediately and I'm quick to try and smooth this over.

"No, I appreciate the gesture. I do! Really! I love them. I love how ridiculous this is, I love you did this for me… but I don't have enough vases to care for these… and the florists… are they going to be okay? A lot of them depend on the sales they get from these."

"They'll be fine, they're well compensated and as for the vases um… I can fix that." He claps his hands together, looking hopeful and a little scared I think, worried maybe.

"By charming your way into some?" I ask incredulously.

"Maybe?" He shies away, playing with his nails but still hoping I'll like them.

I sigh and look back at them. They'll survive in the buckets they're in… my house is going to smell like flowers for weeks - which isn't a bad thing. I can't believe he did this.

"If the flowers aren't your thing, then I did also get you this." I turn to him as he pulls out a heart shaped box, typically for chocolate. I want to cry but instead I just laugh. This whole thing is just…

"Did you watch too many romance films while you were away?" I ask him, gingerly taking the chocolates from him. He shrugs innocently though with a smile upon his face.

"I might have skimmed through a few for ideas. It was either this or a car and I really couldn't decide…"

I look at him to see that devilish grin again. My heart has stopped. I'm almost afraid to ask but then he laughs once.

"Relax, I didn't go that far. I can though, if you want, but I thought that might be a bit much for now. There's always Valentines Day, or Christmas, or your Birthday I could do that for."

"That's just over a year away?" I say quietly.

"June 4th, right?"

"How did…?"

"I have a lot of explaining to do." He says, taking my free hand in his. "You're not going to like a lot of it… but first, why don't we get these into your apartment yeah? I don't think the staff here appreciate them taking up their lobby."

I look around to see indeed Jody, the receptionist, is not impressed. I give her an apologetic smile and agree to help.

We load them into the elevator with enough ease and he meets me upstairs to help unload them again. He wheels them over to my door and I hold it open for him. He pauses just before the threshold though and takes a single step back.

"This is going to sound strange, but I need you to invite me in."

He's right, it does sound strange. "Is… this a cultural thing?" I ask innocently enough and he shrugs and nods. "Okay. Um… please come in?"

He smiles and continues on without an issue. That was kind of cute…

I hold the door open as he wheels the other two carts in and then I help him move the dining table to make room for them. I'll need a permanent solution but for now they are out of the way… though I'll need to move them soon. I don't fancy my dining table being in the corner and unused for too long. I suppose one on the balcony would be good. One in my room… God knows where I'll put the third.

"So… this is my apartment." I shrug. I really wish I had known he'd be here. I'd have cleaned up. I've been living like a bum these past few days and haven't bothered with anything. "Excuse the mess, I normally keep it tidier than this." I add but he simply turns to me with a warm smile.

"I didn't notice." He says kindly. But then he takes a large, drawn out and wavering breath, as if suddenly nervous. He reaches for my hands and I can feel his anxiety almost.

"I know I've hurt you. I know this past week has been hard and I've done nothing to earn your trust. But I need you to trust me. I have a lot to explain, not all of it is easy… but you need to know, above anything, that I will never hurt you. Do you hear me?"

I want to nod and say yes but I let his words sink in first. He's really nervous about this, which makes me nervous for what he has to say. Whatever it is must be big but to say he'd never hurt me…

He's never done anything to hurt me. He's always had me in mind on our dates and he's never shown any sign that he would want otherwise. In fact I'm the one who has hurt him and shown him nothing but my defences… and that pushed him away for days. It's me who should be seeking him out.

"I trust you."

He smiles nervously and drags me over to the couch to sit me down.

"I left the city for a little while." He says as he busies himself with tidying my coffee table. I try to get him to stop but he lightly taps my hands away. "I did some research. I wanted to know more about what you think you're afflicted with."

"My love effect on people?" I ask and he smiles at me. "You could have asked?"

"I could, but you wouldn't think I believed you. And you'd be right. At the time I was skeptical. I'm sorry." He says. He's moving my armchair now, pushing it to the side. Is he making room for something?

He moves then to my coffee table and does the same thing, pushing it to the side and out of the way. "I found a few of your past dates. I spoke to them. They're happy by the way, Veronica would like me to thank you."

Veronica…? Her name rings a bell…

"I spoke to your friends on the first day. I did some research that night. I left for Creek Falls the next day."

"My home town?!" I ask incredulously. How did he know I grew up there? I never said where I came from.

"Yes. Lovely place." He turns to me, takes a deep breath and nervously claps his hands together. "I'm terribly sorry for invading your privacy but I went to see your parents. They told me which apartment you lived in, hence why I'm here and they want you to call them. They say you're overdue for a call…"

"You went to…" I don't know if I should be mad or not. He went behind my back to my parents for information on me?! Without my permission?! This is… "Atem that's a line you -"

"Shouldn't have crossed, I know. But they shed some light on some things for me that I knew you couldn't. Yugi… there's so much more about you that you don't realise. I've sensed it since I saw you, it's what drew me to you in the first place."

He pauses and I should say something but I'm just… furious and scared and surprisingly foolish. I told him I trust him… until then he hadn't given me a reason to be scared but now? He went to my parents! Without me! I didn't even know he knew about them or how he found out where they lived! I trust he won't flat out attack me, and I sense his intentions are good - but this is kind of violating my personal life.

He gets down onto his knees and takes out a piece of chalk? "There's more to me that you don't know either. You might sense it, you might not, but I assure you I'm not a threat to you." He says as he draws a large circle around himself on my floorboards. I'm glad it's chalk but still he could ask. Curiously I watch him draw scribbles and symbols I don't recognise.

"I am an Incubus. A type of demon. Specifically one that thrives on the sin of lust in humans. I have influence over them and can do a great deal more."

"Is this some roleplay kink?" I ask boredly and he laughs.

"For once, no."

I watch him complete his artwork and he tosses the chalk to me carefully before he stands. "There is normally a lot more preparation that would go into this to protect you from me, but this circle will stop me from leaving. I cannot pass its barrier." He explains. He hesitates but he carefully stretches out his hands to the air towards me. As soon as his fingers reach a certain point a sudden wave of white energy pushes him back and the invisible wall around him ripples with energy for a moment.

I wasn't expecting this… this is some kind of trick, right? I reach for where he touched and as I get closer I feel heat… but I can't see where it's coming from.

"This is a barrier specifically to stop demons from passing through it. While I'm in this barrier I cannot touch you. You can touch me though, it's just your going to feel it's magic pass through you." He explains.

I pull my hand back and look at him, trying to find the joke here. Kaiba could pull off this kind of technology but I literally just watched him draw a circle with ordinary chalk… I can't believe he's a demon though… that just… he's too human.

"You don't look like a demon." I say carefully. I'm getting afraid. I know I am. Because for some reason this feels right. I don't think he's lying to me.

"I can show you what I look like… but you need to remember, keep telling yourself, that I am not here to hurt you."

"Why are you here then?" I ask quickly. He looks a little hurt but he takes a deep breath.

"I want to help you. I want to help you understand what you are, why the things that happen around you happen, and I want to protect you from whatever might find you. You are strong Yugi. So strong. You could kill me with ease if you wanted to, but I am here because I cannot get you out of my head. I am immune to your love charms, to the aura you emit, but I am not immune to you. You believe so much that I'm going to fall in love with someone simply because I've spent time with you… and you were right. I have… it just took me some time to realise it was you."

Me? He loves…

What's happening?

His eyes glow red and I feel electricity in the air. The TV is flickering on and off quickly and the temperature has drastically fallen. I see the shimmering barrier between us sparking and I lean back into the couch as far as I can. Black smoke rises from around Atem's back and he closes his eyes to breathe deeply. Behind him the smoke starts to solidify to form something large and black spanning his body and hugging him closely. Bone like horns grow from behind his blonde waves to spiral and spread wide, like a crown almost. The tips are black, they're ridged like that of a ram and curl in the same way. There's a set of three of them, all in different and twisted shapes. He breathes out and I see his fangs are longer now and he runs his tongue over them, sighing in relief maybe. I see black lines drawn from his eyes down his cheek like scars and his ears point just behind his bangs.

When the electricity drops and the temperature begins to slowly climb he opens his eyes, blinking a few times before finding me pressed tightly against my wall above my couch and breathing quickly. My skin is cold, I feel my head vibrating with fear but… when I look into those eyes - those eyes that have changed from a glorious deep crimson to that of fire, I feel … calmer than I should be.

This shouldn't be real. This shouldn't be happening. Demons are not real, they're what the religious use to keep people in check, they're like the monsters parents use to control their children… but I just watched this happen.

This can't be real…

"I do not desire to hurt you." His voice… is it smoother? How? There's an air about it, and he carries the s like a snake almost. It's still deep and oh so hot, but it feels more like a rich honey. I could listen to it forever. He smiles nervously and I can see him swallow before he bows his head carefully, bending at the knees as if to show me he means no harm. His hands are stretched out wide and I notice his fingers are black as if dipped in paint and his nails are longer, pointed. They're claws…

Incubus… I know what that is. From my games and such but they look nothing like what he does. He looks beautiful. More like a fallen angel or something than an incubus. In my games they're more like bat winged and tails and in some cases goat like but nothing like him. Is he sure he's an incubus?

He looks up at me slowly and I catch my breath. He averts his gaze sadly and I feel my heart pound painfully, as if reaching for him. I don't want him to be sad.

Slowly… very slowly, I climb back down onto my couch and he glances but otherwise keeps his eyes off me. He keeps his head down, a sign of submission I think and I carefully stand to walk around him. He remains still as I circle him. I see now as I'm closer the wings behind him are feathered. Not leathery at all like I expected. They should be bat like, webbed… but these are more like a ravens wings than a demon. They look strong though. I wonder how large they are if he could spread them. This barrier he's in is more like a containment cell. He barely has the room to breathe with them hugging him like this.

I glance down at the symbol he drew, chewing my lip in thought. I could scratch out a piece and break it… but what would he do then?

I don't think he'd hurt me. If he wanted to he could, plenty of times. He told me he loves me, if he wanted to gain my trust he had it, he didn't need to go this far.

I walk all the way around him to his front again and he shyly keeps his eyes from view. Why won't he look at me? He's a demon, shouldn't he be proud of what he is? On the verge of arrogance even? He's had no issues until now displaying himself.

"Look at me." I whisper and he obeys. His eyes are mesmerizing. They were a deep red before, almost black even now that I think about it, and once I had seen them glow but I thought that was a trick - but I see now what I saw before. The red in them move like fire, crackling and changing between red and yellow. They burn and spark and dance, but they are his. I know them so well because behind that flame is the wine red I adore so much. This is just… more of him.

The black like scars running down from his eyes, like tear stains look painted on. I wonder if they're tattoo's or part of his skin. They to be crackling also too though, like burnt coals in a fireplace. His ears are so cute! They come to a point just behind his blond bangs, like an elf almost. He breathes so calmly I can barely believe he's real... but he is and...

"You are beautiful." I whisper and the smile he wears makes my heart dance and sing. He stands straighter, adopting the pride I knew he had and he chews his bottom lip, letting his fangs drop attractively below them. I wonder how sharp they are.

"Can I break the barrier?" I ask him and he nods.

"Just scratch the outer ring." He instructs and I kneel down to do so. As soon as the lines are broken I feel the electricity drop and he sighs in relief. I watch him roll his shoulders and spread his wings a little further from his body and I take a cautious step back.

"Thank you." He breathes.

I don't know what to say. He's gorgeous. And real. I think…"Can I touch?" I ask carefully. He looks a little unsure but then he slowly stretches a wing out to me, like a handshake almost. My hand is shaking and sweating so I rub it against my pants first before I reach out. He watches me carefully, like a nervous hawk, but slowly my fingers brush against his feathers. I squeak in surprise at how real they are. I half expected them to disappear but they're solid… and warm… and so soft. My fingers sink between the feathers and I take a step closer to feel more of them, but when I run my hand the wrong way he flinches.

"Sorry."

He laughs and relaxes. "Run with the grain, not against." He says warmly. I pat him, like a bird and I can see him relaxing. I move closer to him, eyeing his horns and he carefully bows his head to let me touch them. I poke the tip and he shakes his head, a small laugh escaping him. I stroke the length and he breathes out a long shaking breath, his eyes closing and his wings fluttering restlessly. I take my hand back cause I don't know if that made him uncomfortable or not and instead reach for his claws.

His skin is still soft and his nails are sharp. One of them pricks me and I pull back quickly with a gasp. A tiny drop of blood beads on my finger tip and I suck it to make it stop. Note to self, his claws are very sharp.

"Sorry." He says shyly.

"It's okay. My fault." I say quietly. "So this is you…?" I ask, taking another step back to get a full look at him.

He grimaces and fluffs his feathers with a shrug. They react to everything… this is incredible.

"This is me." He says simply. "One form of me."

It occurs to me now what he meant when he said people lust over him. He's a demon of lust, it must be like a natural thing for him. "How do people lust over you? Are you like… a walking aphrodisiac?" I ask and he laughs.

"I guess you could say that." He says with a happy smile that I could die for. "There's a lot of explaining to do and I'd be happy to answer your questions… but first… I want to talk about you."

"I'm not a demon." I say quickly and again he laughs.

"No. You are most definitely not." He says and holds up one clawed finger. He closes his eyes and sucks in a deep breath and for a moment I thought he was going to sneeze but instead his wings and horns melt away, dissipating into smoke that he shakes away. His fangs shrink, his hands return to normal and when he looks at me the fire is gone leaving behind that silky smooth wine red I love.

"Why'd you do that?" I ask curiously as he carefully gathers my hand and pulls me to the couch.

"I thought it would make you feel comfortable to talk to me like this." He says sweetly. His voice is a little harsher now. Still sexy as fuck but it seems like his throat is coated with honey when he's in his other form.

"So. You." He says nervously.

"Right. Me." He say back simply.

"There's no easy way to tell you this, but you've seen my true form, you've accepted it's real, so I'm going to come out and say this. I've been doing a lot of research trying to figure out what you are and I have come to the conclusion that you, Yugi, are an angel."

"Oh come on!" I whine. "You've had better pickup lines than that."

"I'm not trying to pick you up." He laughs. He takes both my hands now and really gets me to look at him. "You're a Cupid. It's a type of angel, similar to how an Incubus is a species of demon. You are essentially a being of love. That is why people fall all around you. Your entire life, people are magnetized to you and they find love."

A cupid… an angel…

"Atem… I don't have wings. I'm not an angel. I was born just a few hours up north, though I guess you know that already. I'm a human. As human as human can be!"

He holds his tongue but that stare speaks volumes though.

Then it sinks in… Everyone I know has always found love. Those that didn't straight away always stayed with me until they did. But most of all - it feels right.

I get up quickly and run my hands through my messy, knotted and oily hair and breathe out. "I can't be an angel."

"I know it's a lot to take in."

"Atem!" I spin to face him. "I cannot be an angel. I just… I don't have wings. I don't have special powers. I don't even really believe in god. I mean I was raised to but what good has he done for us in centuries? I could go on but the point is that I cannot be an angel. If I am, why am I here? Why hasn't any kind of doctor picked up that I'm not human? Why don't I have wings? Shouldn't I be some creepy, massive creature with like thousands of eyes and body parts of animals… God! Is that what I'm going to become? Am I just gonna shed this skin one day like some kind of snake and wake up as some white and gold sea urchin with hundreds of eyes and wings for spikes?! What the fuck am I?"

I take a moment to breathe because I feel my tongue starting to get tied up and my heart is racing a mile a minute. I feel hot and breathless and like I need to sit down but I'm just so restless, so I pace. Pacing is good. Pacing is very good.

"Come sit down." He beckons me gently but I shake my head no.

"No. Sitting bad. Pacing good."

He sighs softly and I glance at him leaning back, crossing his legs and arms over himself.

"There are some angels who appear as you described but cupid's are not like that. Cupids are your run of the mill, humanised angel with the fluffy white wings and no creature features." He explains easily.

"So I'm not going to wake up one day as some kind of freak, but I'm going to wake up one day with a set of wings like yours?"

He opens his mouth to answer, rethinks his position and closes it again with a small frown. Oh god he doesn't know!

"Atem I can't just go to work with a pair of wings on my back! My store isn't one of those kinds of stores!"

He chuckles again and honestly, like I get it, but not right now, so I glare at him and he purses his lips together bashfully.

"I'm sorry. It's just… There's not a lot to worry about. I understand this is big for you. I really do. There's been a lot in my time I've had to swallow as well -"

"A sex joke? Really?" I ask him and he smirks.

"I … no. But yes. No. Look, Yugi, listen to me." He takes a deep breath and I have to admit, I feel a little calmer watching his reactions. He doesn't seem stressed at all about this. Then again he's a demon, isn't he? Of course he's fine with all this. "I can't confirm this, but I suspect your biological parents placed a charm or a marker on you to protect you. This would have stopped you from developing wings in order for you to blend into human society. There's a lot you don't have access to but I think with my help I can teach you. The thing is though is that this could put you in danger, but again I cannot confirm this. In either case, I will be here to protect you. I won't let anything harm you, this I swear."

This makes me stop to listen properly to what he's saying. He's a demon and if what he says is true then I'm an angel. Shouldn't he hate me? But he's saying he'll protect me. Kind of strange for an Incubus to protect a cupid isn't it?

"Why do you want to protect me?" I ask slowly, searching him for any kind of deception or threat, but all I find is sincerity and warmth.

"It took me some time to realise that I can't deny this any longer, but it took a great deal of strength and courage to return here and seek you out. I know the flowers and the chocolates are superficial, but showing you my true form, telling you what I am and what you are - all of what that means is what I hope is proof that I love you too much to walk away from you."

My heart pounds again and my entire body seizes. I feel like I've waited an eternity to hear those words said to me and now he has. I've just frozen because it feels like every cell in my body has just simultaneously opened and closed.

He stands slowly and cautiously approaches me, reaching for my hands I'm eager to give him. His hands slide up my arms, stroke my shoulders and one brushes my cheek. I feel kind of scared but like I can't get enough of him. I don't move but every fibre in my body is yearning to be held by him, to hold him. Is this what love is? I thought it was just pain and addiction but… is this supposed to feel so invigorating and rejuvenating? I feel like my body is being re-written under his smile. Like for the first time in my life I can feel the true warmth of the sun.

"You could kill me if you wanted to, so easily. An angel's instinct is normally to destroy a demon and when I realised what you were I feared that you would when I revealed myself to you. It took all of my resolution and whatever bravery I could muster to stand before you and show you what I am. But I did it because as much as I tried to flee from you, I could not bare to be apart from you for much longer. I don't know how you managed it, but I love you more than I love anything else and for a demon of pure lust - that is something to be proud of. That is not an easy feat."

I let his words sink in, playing with them in my mind for a while. "You fear me? I can't even hurt a fly." I laugh weakly and he smiles, pushing my hair behind my ear sweetly.

"You are too good for this world, Yugi." He breathes.

"You tried to stay away from me? Where did you go?"

He shrugs and grimaces sadly. "I went to Egypt, but it wasn't as warm as you. I went to Paris, but the love there wasn't as potent as yours. I went to Russia, but the cold couldn't penetrate me enough to make me stop thinking about you. I tried to distract, to lose myself in lust but the touch of anyone else felt violating. You've changed me, Yugi and I don't know what into, but I do know that my place is with you. Whether you kill me, accept me, reject me - my fate is yours to decide. Whatever you want of me, I am yours."

That's… pretty big. It's not every day a demon lays his life out for me.

I don't want to hurt him. That is the last thing I want to do.

I want him in my life. I've wanted him back in my life since I walked away from him. I was just too cowardly to admit it.

But he went to all that trouble to learn more about me, to understand me in ways not even I could understand. He sensed something in me and he risked exposure just to learn what that was. He fled from me out of fear and in the end he bravely returned to my side… and in all that time he didn't fall for anyone else. In fact he returned to give himself to me.

I couldn't ask for a better chance than this. I might be terrified of everything right now, but I know one thing for certain is that I want him by my side and I will never, NEVER walk away from him again!

I take a single breath in, a step forward and close my eyes tightly, leaning forward in a rush to find him. In a second I feel his hands guide my head but a second later it's all forgotten when my lips press against his.

They're softer than I expected and my breath catches in my chest to strangle my heart. My entire body shivers and my face explodes with heat. I've never kissed anyone before. Practiced on my hand sure but that is nothing compared to this!

His lips move and I feel my knees give way. He holds me up and we part but I want him back. I reach for him, pulling at his shirt desperately. He catches my lips again and I sink into his hold. I feel him hitch me up against him and I climb up him to get closer. With ease his hands slide down and he lifts me up, my legs curl around his hips. I'm higher than he is now and my lips dance on his. I stroke his cheek, push his hair back and our lips move together, pressing and sliding and searching for the right amount of contact. I feel his tongue along my bottom lip and it makes me tense but then I want it back. I use my own to search for him and let out a surprised moan when I taste him and feel his breath.

I feel like we're moving and then a moment later the couch comes up under him. I move my legs to a comfortable position on either side of his lap and push my body against his, desperate to be close to him. I feel his hands along my back and again his tongue slides against my lip. Quickly I try to lick him but he ducks back inside his own mouth, as if taunting me.

Fine. I delve into his mouth and OOohhhh my GOD. His flavors, the feel of my tongue mapping out his hot, delicious cave - I'm going to explode! I can feel my body bubbling almost violently and the tightness in my crotch is strangling me. Every movement, every tiny inch of friction sends a wave through my legs that makes me move for more.

I moan from the roll of my own hips on his and he takes my head again, keeping me still as he pushes my tongue back into my own mouth and searches for mine now. I feel myself shiver and quake and my mind and body submits to him completely. I'm quickly unraveling in his grip and melting into some kind of jelly. I can barely breathe except to moan. I feel his hips buck into mine and it makes me gasp. He lets me go and I tightly grip his shoulders as I grind on his lap one more time, my legs spasming against him.

I feel breathless and gently find a nice place on his shoulder to rest my mindless head. I'm embarrassed to admit to the feeling of a certain wetness in my pants but god damn do I feel great right now. I can't believe that just happened. I just… fucking… I just came from a quick little makeout session. God… that's gotta be the lamest thing. So that was the power of a kiss huh? Wow! I've been missing out so much.

I feel his breathing is quick and heavy, like mine and his hands are drawing lines up my back in a slow, soothing motion while his other is massaging my thigh. He feels so warm and comfortable.

"Are you okay?" He whispers softly, breathlessly and I nod tiredly.

"Mhm."

"Good."

I stay quiet for several more moments, catching my breath and letting my body come down from the high. Only after I've relaxed enough do I nuzzle his neck and adjust myself slightly. I don't want to leave from this place yet. With him trapped under me and his hands soothing me, I'm quite content here. But I should change my pants though… preferably without him knowing.

"So um… that was my first kiss." I laugh and I adore the feel of him chuckling under me.

"I know."

"That was incredible."

"Yes it was." He sighs happily. "Do you want to change?"

"Change?" I ask and I feel his hand on my thigh ride up higher. I tense and squirm away from him and he snickers cheekily. Fuck… so he does know. "Maybe…"

"It's okay. More than okay, actually. I've been starving for weeks and you are just the appetizer I've been craving."

I lift myself up slowly to look at him and I see his dark red eyes are brighter. Not by a lot but it takes me by surprise. "H-how do you mean?" I ask stupidly and he kisses the tip of my nose softly.

"Incubi feed off the lust of others. Since I've been trying to court you I've been neglecting that need. Needless to say I am actually starving."

Oh…? "I can make something?" I ask dumbly but I think my brain is just slow to catch up. I don't think that's what he means.

He smirks tiredly and strokes my cheek adoringly, which I lean into. "Not that kind of hungry. I require something more base from my lovers. But I won't push you beyond what you are ready for. I'm capable of finding sustenance elsewhere."

"I don't want you sleeping with anyone else…" I pout and he nods.

"I don't need to. I just need to be in the general vicinity of the height of pleasure. It's not the most filling but it will do."

"Oh… What do you mean?"

A devilish glint twinkles in his eye and then all of a sudden I feel him lifting me to lay me on the couch, his hips driving against mine and forcing me to moan out and gasp. I feel his lips against my neck, his breath hot against my skin and the desire quickly returning as his hand slides up the back of my thigh.

"I feed off the pleasure you feel." He grinds his hips into me and swaps to the other side of my neck. "Every ounce of lust and satisfaction is my diet and my pleasure to consume. You feel nothing but I devour that sin and it gives me life." He licks my neck and I moan, my legs tightening around his waist as he grinds again, harder this time. "Every moan I can entice from you, every electric bolt through your body, every overwhelming rush of pleasure you feel is like a delicious buffet I cannot resist."

He moves his lips to my ear and again another hard grind. "I need you to feel satisfied and the height of your orgasm is the cherry on top of the finest meal to ever exist."

He lifts himself up, letting me breathe as he strokes my cheek until I look at him again with hazy, clouded eyes. "That is how I feed. But I do not need it from you necessarily. Simply being around it is like snacking on what's left over. It isn't the finest, but it is enough to sustain me."

I see but I cannot speak so I nod. I understand now… and frankly I almost don't care. I want him to do more of that. "Feed off me then. Make me your meal."

His eyes flash brightly and a playful smirk pulls at his lips. He licks his lips but I can see him hesitating.

"I don't want to push you too fast." He whispers.

"Just do what you were doing a second ago. Please." I whisper back, pulling his hips closer with my legs. He lowers himself and pushes his hips gloriously into mine and I moan hungrily. I didn't think I would enjoy the sound of my own moaning but fuck me! "Yes… make me yours!" I whisper and I feel his lips on my neck, kissing me softly.

I moan again, mewling and squirming under him. I roll my hips into his as he pushes into mine and ooooh my god the friction! My cock is hardening again and I feel him massaging it between us. One of his hands runs through my hair while the other is behind my thigh again, squeezing. I can feel his hungry breath becoming more and more desperate with every one of his thrusts.

"Bite me… feed off me Atem. I'm yours… feed." I whisper desperately, moaning and gasping. My voice is caught in my throat though the moment I feel his fangs against my flesh. He doesn't bite me hard, just enough to give me pause and with one hard thrust against me I see stars. My body vibrates and my back arches into him. He thrusts again, harder and with more drive and I feel him hold me in place. A low growl rolls in his throat and I sense he's struggling to remain in control. I almost don't want him to though, I want to feel his need for me.

"Devour me, Atem." I beg of him.

He moans then something desperate of his own before he reaches between us to palm and push my cock through my pants. I moan and squeal and squirm in his hold and he moans and gasps. I watch him high above me, his face is red and heated, his eyes are closed but his fangs are sharp and wet. He's sweating and his frown looks troubled. I reach for his cheek and he jolts but looks down at me. His eyes are glowing so brightly it makes me forget but then I feel his palm push my cock again and I moan. He falters for just a moment, blinking hard before looking at me again.

"What do you need?" I ask him. He licks his lips, panting but then he nods.

"Let me release my wings… please." He pleads and I nod. He smiles and sighs in relief and then a moment later he closes his eyes and smoke appears behind him. Quicker than before his wings form, spread awkwardly as we're so close to the wall but as they do he lifts himself to stretch, moaning in pleasure, delight and relief.

He is so beautiful! Look at him losing himself from me. He's so incredible up there I wonder what he looks like without his clothes on… But I think this is as far as I'm ready for right now.

His wings stretch as far as they can, fluttering and spasming before they relax and he looks down at me with a bashful and adoring smile.

"Thank you." He whispers.

I smile and beckon him to come down to me again. He quickly finds my lips and continues his ministrations over my pants, shoving his tongue into my mouth once more and feeding off my moans.

It doesn't take long before he's simply thrusting against my crotch, squeezing me in between and his lips are nipping at my neck with every one of his movements. My moans are stringing together, louder and louder until I feel myself losing it again. This time though I notice because at the point of my orgasm his wings jolt, he growls deeply, almost sinking his fangs into my flesh and his movements become rigid. He must be loving this as much as I am because as I'm coming down he slowly relaxes over me.

We breathe together, keeping pace as with every breath we slow and relax. I feel so light headed, in desperate need of a drink and a shower… But I also just want to lay here and not move. But his weight on my crotch is kind of painful. I'm too sensitive for this so I try to move him but he's so much heavier than before. He gets the message though and with a kiss to my neck he lifts himself up to sit. His eyes closed and his shoulders completely relaxed, his wings drape down where they can. His fangs are still long and he looks exhausted, but that smile though. That satisfied smile is the most precious thing I've ever seen.

With his eyes still closed I take the opportunity to sit myself up and inspect myself. A small wet patch has appeared over my crotch but as long as I'm quick and he's still in his stupor it shouldn't matter.

"I'm going to have a shower. Help yourself to anything you want." I whisper and kiss his cheek. He hums but doesn't move and giggling I saunter out of the room before he can chase me down.

I can't believe we just did that. I can't believe any of this is even happening! I was so depressed an hour or so ago and now - God I'm the happiest man in the world!