The kitchen filled with the raw sound of their kisses, wet and hungry, Yu pinned between the counter and Adrian's body. Adrian's grip had gone frantic—one hand sliding beneath the hem of Yu's shirt to graze the soft warmth of his skin, the other locking at the small of his back, refusing to let him escape. Yu shuddered at the touch, his thighs tightening, his Incubus instincts humming hotter, pulling him toward the heat he craved.
Yu tore his lips away just long enough to rasp against Adrian's jaw.
"Not here."
Yu's breath was ragged, his eyes brighter than Adrian had ever seen them. He pressed Yu harder into the counter, hips grinding forward in a way that made Yu gasp, before dragging his mouth along the column of Yu's throat.
"Then…not in the kitchen… I'll make you mine somewhere else."
Yu's nails curled against Adrian's chest, torn between pulling away and pulling closer. His breath hitched, a whisper of DK01's voice cutting through the haze—
[Warning! Host, escalation imminent. I advise you to get away from Adrian. You just feed off of Callen, there is a high risk of over-feeding if you take from him too.]
Yu clenched his teeth, ignoring it, tilting his head back as Adrian bit softly at the line of his collarbone.
Then, without warning, Adrian bent, looping his arm firmly beneath Yu's thighs and lifting him clean off the floor. Yu let out a startled gasp, instinctively wrapping his legs around Adrian's waist as his arms flew around his shoulders to steady himself. Adrian held him there effortlessly, his tattoos flexing with the strain of carrying Yu, his smoldering gaze fixed forward as if he'd made up his mind.
"Hah, your room's closest. I'm gonna make you mine."
Adrian repeated, lower, hungrier, as he lifted Yu and headed up the stairs—towards Yu's room.
Yu's breath hitched as Adrian then carried him down the hall, every step jolting his body against the man's solid frame.
He's strong~
Yu's Incubus instincts purred, a low hum in his veins.
Powerful. This one could give you a child. Take him, feed, claim him—bear his seed.
The words wrapped around him like velvet, a dangerous temptation whispering closer to the surface with each pounding heartbeat.
[Warning!]
DK01's cool voice cut through.
[I detect Adrian's attachment for you is highly unstable. Host, I know this is a lot to ask for, but disregard your newly awakened instincts. You are at serious risk of over-feeding. If you go too far, if you lose control, you could drain him dry of vitality. You will kill this side character, and failure of mission will follow.]
Yu squeezed his eyes shut, torn between that mechanical voice and the molten pull in his blood. He wanted to deny it, shove it away, but the heat pooling in his belly screamed otherwise. His thighs tightened instinctively around Adrian's waist, his nails curling against the man's shoulders as though he needed him closer, deeper.
The bedroom door swung open, and Adrian strode inside with the confidence of a man who had already decided what belonged to him. He didn't lower Yu to the bed; he threw him down, the mattress bouncing under the impact as his big hands ripped at Yu's belt and fly like they'd personally offended him.
Yu's pants nearly shredded under impatient fingers, baring smooth porcelain thighs and the flushed, leaking length of his cock, already slick at the tip. The faint red glow in Yu's hazel eyes flared brighter, demonic, starving.
Adrian's breath punched out of him.
"God, you're beautiful…"
He muttered, tugging Yu's pants free in a single motion before baring his own groin—he shoved his own jeans down just far enough to free himself:
Thick, brutally hard, the fat head of his six inch cock already wet and shining. Veins stood out along the shaft like they were trying to burst free.
Yu's tongue dragged slow across his lower lip, hunger flaring at the sight, every nerve begging him to feed. His hands rose to strip his shirt off, tossing it aside, while his own pants slid lower, pooling at his ankles. His own cock twitched up, flushed dark pink, slick with pre-cum that dripped onto his belly in a thin silver strand.
Adrian smirked, heart thundering at how readily Yu revealed himself. His fingers hovered over the hem of his shirt, suddenly unsure. His tattoos—ink etched over every inch of muscle—suddenly weighed heavy.
'Will Yu like them? Will he recoil?'
But Yu gave him no time to decide. His long porcelain legs snaked upward, wrapping tight around Adrian's hips, and with a needy pull, he dragged him flush. Adrian staggered closer, his bare cock brushing against the slick heat of Yu's hole, nudging against his already-slick, greedy hole, the contact making both men shiver with raw delight.
Adrian let out a rough groan, lowering himself until his forehead pressed against Yu's—sweat already beading, his smirk softening into something darker, more desperate.
"Looks like you want this just as badly as I do. Tell me you want my cock"
He growled, voice shredded—hips grinding forward, testing that slick, forbidden heat.
Yu answered by grinding down, letting the blunt head breach him just enough to make them both shake. His eyes bled faintly crimson.
The heat of Adrian's body pressed down against him, heavy and unyielding. Yu's legs clung tighter around his waist, urging without words, his breath caught between defiance and surrender. For a suspended heartbeat, time stretched thin—Adrian's tip teased at Yu's entrance, poised, waiting.
Yu's hazel eyes glowed faintly red, his instincts screaming.
Take him. Feed. Claim this power before it slips away.
Then Adrian snapped his hips forward, burying himself deep to the root in one brutal, desperate thrust.
Yu arched off the bed, a raw, filthy cry ripping out from his lips as his Incubus soul flared awake like fire meeting dry tinder.
Heat shot through him in every direction, his walls clamped down like a fist—instinctively squeezing, milking him with greedy pulses—sucking Adrian deeper still. The burn was perfect, overwhelming, exactly what his starving body needed.
Adrian groaned, his composure shattering.
"Fuck—Yu…"
He dragged out only an inch before slamming back in, hips jerking like he'd lost control of them entirely. He tried to steady himself, but his hips had a mind of their own, rutting forward with hungry, erratic jerks.
Slow, careful plans evaporated; there was only the tight, searing bliss of Yu wrapped around him. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room, obscene and relentless.
Yu's instincts howled, delighted. Every thrust fed him, every pulse of Adrian's vitality sliding into his being like fine wine poured straight down his throat. His hands clawed at Adrian's back, trembling between control and ravenous need.
Adrian's lips latched to Yu's neck, teeth sinking and sucking frantically over the fading bruises Callen had left the night before. He bit down hard, sucked a fresh mark right over the old one, growling against skin.
"Mine."
He rasped, voice ragged.
"Fucking mine now."
He licked and marked again, frantic to overwrite the proof of another man's touch. Yu's gasps turned into soft, broken moans—cracked, high and desperate. Each brutal thrust fed him:
Raw vitality pouring straight into his core, thick and hot and intoxicating. His cock was trapped between their sweat-slick stomachs, leaking steadily, smearing both of them shiny.
Yu's nails raked down Adrian's back, shredding the last of his shirt. Fabric tore; Adrian yanked at his own shirt, tearing it the rest of the way off in his frenzy and threw it aside. His inked arms and shoulders gleamed under the low light, dark patterns carved into every line of muscle, flexing as he fucked deeper, harder.
Yu's arousal spiked violently at the sight, his Incubus instincts keening. His hazel eyes burned crimson as his hips rolled upward in answer, greedy and inviting.
"Fuck!"
Yu snarled—his voice low, desperate, almost feral—as he rolled his hips up to meet every punishing thrust, inner muscles fluttering and gripping like he was trying to keep Adrian inside forever.
And Adrian, stunned by both the sight and the sensation of being wanted so openly, drove in deeper, each thrust rougher than the last.
Adrian shifted his angle and drove in deeper, nailing Yu's prostate on every stroke. Yu's eyes rolled back, body seizing, legs tightening until his thighs trembled.
"Gonna come inside you."
He snarled against Yu's ear, hips pistoning, balls slapping wetly against Yu's ass.
"Fill this greedy little hole until it's dripping with me."
Yu's answer was a broken, animal whine. Adrian lost himself completely. His hips slammed against Yu's with unrestrained force, the sound of skin against skin sharp and relentless, filling the room with raw rhythm.
Each thrust rattled the frame beneath them, the bed groaning in protest as if it might splinter under the weight of their desperate collision.
Yu's nails dug deep, scratching red trails into Adrian's shoulders, dragging over the dark ink that wrapped his arms, back, and shoulders. Every mark he left only drove Adrian harder, each sting turning into fuel for his frenzy. He growled low, half feral, pinning Yu to the mattress with a force that brooked no resistance, rutting like he couldn't bear to stop, not even as his first release hit.
Adrian roared, rhythm stuttering. His cock swelled impossibly thicker inside Yu's clenching heat, and then he was coming, flooding Yu in long, violent pulses. The surge of pure vitality hit Yu like a drug; his own orgasm crashed over him untouched, cock spurting hard between them, painting both their stomachs in thick ropes.
But Adrian didn't stop. Couldn't. He fucked Yu through it, hips snapping, chasing the aftershocks, grinding deep while Yu's body kept milking him, greedy for every last drop.
Yu's hazel-red eyes glowed brighter, pleased and ravenous all at once. He licked a stripe up Adrian's throat, tasting sweat and ink and victory.
"More…"
He whispered, voice hoarse and demonic, legs still locked tight.
"Give me everything."
Yu clung back just as tightly, breathless, his teeth grazing over Adrian's skin, leaving small bites to join the scratches. The taste of salt and sweat, the burn of inked flesh under his tongue—it was intoxicating, euphoric.
His Incubus instincts roared in triumph, greedy and hungry, pulling at Adrian's vitality with each wild thrust, feeding him, filling him, making his body hum with raw power.
But then, under the haze, DK01's sharp voice cut through.
[Warning! Host, your hunger is accelerating rapidly fast!]
Yu blinked, his hazel eyes glowed crimson in the shadows as he tried to focus through the haze of pleasure.
[Compared to Theo's more controlled approach and Callen's more measured restraint, Adrian's style of intercourse is feral, unrestrained. This may push you beyond safe limits. You're already at a delicate state with your newly released Incubus nature.]
Yu gasped as Adrian's hips slammed harder, his entire body trembling from the impact.
[To prevent accidental fatal draining, I'm going to set an alarm that will trigger once Adrian's vitality reaches critical levels. At that point, Host, you must stop or risk permanently killing him.]
Yu's back arched, his lips parting in a needy cry as Adrian's chest pressed flush against him. He could feel the pull—his Incubus nature feasting, filling him, but also hungering for more, endlessly more.
[For now, I will be on standby mode. Good luck, Host. And please, be careful. Our fate is tied, should you die, so will I.]
Yu shuddered under Adrian's weight, torn between the feral need screaming inside him and the cold system warning anchoring in his ear.
Adrian's hips, however, never stopped moving—slow, filthy rolls now, grinding his still-hard cock deep inside Yu's swollen, cum-slick hole. Every drag pulled a wet squelch that made them both shudder. His cum leaked out around his shaft, dripping down Yu's ass, painting the sheets beneath them.
Yu's legs were still locked around his waist, trembling, heels digging bruises into Adrian's back like he was terrified Adrian might try to leave.
Fat chance.
Adrian reared up on his knees, dragging Yu with him by the thighs so the smaller man was half-impaled, half-sprawled in his lap. He gripped Yu's jaw hard, forcing those faintly glowing crimson eyes to meet his.
"Look at me."
He snarled, voice shredded raw.
"You feel that? That's my come inside you. My fucking claim."
He punctuated it with a vicious upward thrust that punched a broken cry out of Yu's throat.
"Not Callen's. Not anyone else's. Mine."
Yu's head fell back, mouth open on a silent scream, cock already jerking and leaking again against Adrian's abs.
Adrian's hand slid down to fist Yu's throat—not choking, just owning.
"Say it."
Yu's voice cracked, demonic and wrecked.
"Yours—"
"Louder."
Adrian slammed in again, balls-deep, grinding against Yu's prostate until the Incubus sobbed.
"Who owns this greedy fucking hole?"
"You!"
Yu's nails clawed fresh red lines down Adrian's chest, smearing through the mess of cum and sweat.
"Adrian—fuck—only you—"
Adrian growled in savage satisfaction and flipped them. Yu landed on his stomach with a shocked gasp, Adrian's weight crashing down on his back like a brand. One brutal yank lifted Yu's hips; Adrian shoved a thick forearm under Yu's belly to arch him perfectly, ass high, face shoved into the mattress.
Then he mounted him.
No warning. No mercy.
He drove back in with a single, punishing thrust that buried him to the hilt in one stroke. Yu screamed into the sheets, muffled and raw, body jolting forward with the force.
Adrian set a brutal pace—feral, animal, hips snapping like he was trying to fuck Yu through the bed. The headboard slammed the wall in a violent rhythm, wood cracking with every thrust.
"Gonna breed this cunt so deep you'll feel me for days."
Adrian rasped against Yu's ear, teeth scraping the shell.
"Every time you move tomorrow you'll remember who stretched you open and filled you up."
Yu whimpered, pushing back desperately, meeting every savage thrust. His hole fluttered and clenched, greedy, sucking Adrian in like it was starving.
Adrian's hand snaked around to fist Yu's cock, stroking rough and fast.
"Come on my dick again, baby. Milk me. Show me how bad you need another load."
Yu shattered instantly—body seizing, cock pulsing in Adrian's grip as he came for the second time, spilling over the sheets in thick, messy ropes. His walls clamped down so hard Adrian saw stars.
"Fuck—yes—"
Adrian's rhythm stuttered, hips slamming deep one last time. He buried himself as far as he could go and came with a guttural roar, flooding Yu's already-stuffed hole with another hot rush. He ground in, hips jerking through it, making sure every drop stayed inside.
Yu was trembling, oversensitive, making the sweetest broken sounds as Adrian kept moving—tiny, filthy little thrusts, like he couldn't bear to pull out.
Adrian leaned down, licked a possessive stripe up Yu's spine, tasting salt and sex and utter surrender.
"Still not done with you."
He growled against sweat-slick skin, cock already thickening again inside that perfect, ruined heat.
"Gonna keep you full all night. Gonna fuck you 'til the only name you remember is mine."
Adrian stayed buried inside Yu, hips rolling slow and lazy, letting the mess drip out around his cock every time he pulled back an inch. Yu was limp beneath him, face buried in the wrecked sheets, breath coming in wet, broken sobs. His thighs shook; his hole fluttered helplessly around the thick intrusion, oversensitive and ruined and still trying to pull Adrian deeper.
Adrian's palm slid up Yu's spine, possessive, counting every vertebra like he was memorizing territory. When he reached the nape of Yu's neck, he fisted a handful of damp hair and yanked, hard. Yu's head snapped back, throat exposed, a raw whine spilling out.
"On your back."
Adrian ordered, voice gravel and smoke.
"Want to watch your face when I wreck you again."
He pulled out just long enough to flip Yu over like he weighed nothing. Yu landed sprawled, legs falling open, chest heaving. His cock was flushed dark pink and wet, lying half-hard against his stomach in a puddle of his own semen. His hole gaped, swollen and glistening, a steady trickle of Adrian's cum leaking out onto the sheets.
Adrian's eyes went black with hunger.
"Fucking look at that."
He rasped. He dragged two thick fingers through the mess and shoved them straight into Yu's mouth. Yu sucked instantly, greedy, tongue swirling, tasting both of them and the vitality.
"Taste how full of me you are."
Yu moaned around the fingers, hips jerking helplessly.
Adrian pulled them free with a wet pop and used the slick to paint over Yu's lips like obscene lipstick. Then he gripped Yu's thighs, shoved them up and back until Yu was folded damn near in half, knees to his shoulders, ass tilted high and open.
He didn't tease. He lined up and slammed home in one brutal stroke.
Yu's scream cracked in half, raw and wrecked. His back arched off the bed, toes curling, nails scrabbling for grounding on Adrian's inked forearms.
Adrian didn't give him time to breathe. He pulled out until just the fat head stretched Yu's rim, then drove back in so hard the bedframe screamed and slid an inch across the floor. Again. Again. Again. The rhythm was punishing, relentless, the wet slap of his hips against Yu's ass loud enough to echo.
"Gonna ruin this hole."
Adrian snarled, voice shredded.
"Gonna make sure no one else ever satisfies you. You'll feel me every time you fucking sit down."
Yu's eyes were blown wide, crimson glowing fever-bright, tears streaking the sides of his face into his hair. His cock was fully hard again, trapped between them, leaking a steady stream that smeared across both their stomachs anew.
Adrian shifted his grip, hooked Yu's knees over his elbows, and spread him impossibly wider. The new angle let him sink deeper, let him grind against Yu's prostate with every thrust until Yu was sobbing, babbling broken pleas.
"Adrian—please—fuck—too much—"
"Too much?"
Adrian laughed, dark and feral, and snapped his hips harder.
"You're taking it so fucking pretty. Look at you. Crying on my cock like you were made for it."
He leaned down, teeth sinking into Yu's lower lip hard enough to draw a bead of blood. He licked it away, groaning at the taste.
"Beg me."
He growled against Yu's mouth.
"Beg me to breed you again."
Yu's voice shattered.
"Please—Adrian—breed me—fill me up—mark me inside—want everyone to know I'm yours—"
The words snapped the last of Adrian's control.
He slammed in deep and stayed there, hips jerking in short, vicious thrusts, grinding against Yu's swollen prostate until Yu screamed again, body convulsing. His untouched cock jerked hard and came a third time, weaker now, thin ropes splattering up his own chest, some hitting his chin.
The clench of Yu's body around him dragged Adrian over the edge. He buried his face in Yu's neck and roared, cock pulsing as he pumped another thick load deep inside, so much it overflowed immediately, running down Yu's crack in filthy rivulets.
He didn't pull out. Couldn't. Just kept rocking, slow and filthy, plugging every drop inside while Yu trembled and whimpered beneath him.
After a long moment, Adrian lifted his head, brown eyes blazing.
"Third load…"
He rasped, voice hoarse, thumb smearing the cum on Yu's chin into his parted lips.
"And I'm still not done. You're gonna take me all fucking night, Yu. Gonna keep this cunt stuffed until the sun comes up and you can't walk straight."
Yu's answer was a broken, blissed-out moan, legs wrapping weakly around Adrian's waist again, pulling him deeper.
"Good boy."
Adrian whispered, and started moving all over again.
Adrian's hips had barely slowed. The fourth round started without warning, just a filthy roll of his spine that dragged his half-hard cock through the ruined mess inside Yu and punched a wet, broken sound from Yu's throat.
Yu was wrecked:
Thighs trembling uncontrollably, chest streaked with drying semen, lips swollen and red from Adrian's teeth. His hole gaped open every time Adrian pulled back, flushed dark and dripping, unable to close anymore.
Adrian stared down at it, pupils blown wide, and something cracked open in his chest.
"Jesus fucking Christ…"
He rasped, voice raw.
"Look at you. Look at this perfect, greedy little cunt. Still sucking me in. Still begging for more even after I've flooded you three times."
He shoved back in with one slow, deliberate thrust, watching Yu's back bow, watching his own semen squelch out around his shaft.
"Four…"
He growled, hips already snapping again.
"Gonna give you four. Gonna keep going till my balls are fucking empty and you're so full of me you slosh when you walk."
Yu whimpered, hands scrabbling weakly at Adrian's forearms, nails leaving fresh scratches over ink. His cock gave a pathetic twitch, spent but still leaking.
Adrian folded over him, chest to chest, one hand cradling the back of Yu's skull like something precious even as he started pounding again, harder, deeper, the bedframe groaning again in protest.
"Feel that?"
He snarled against Yu's ear.
"That's me owning you. That's me carving my name inside this perfect fucking body. You're mine, Yu. Mine to breed. Mine to ruin. Mine to—"
His voice cracked.
Because Yu's walls fluttered around him, soft and wrecked and still so hungry, and Adrian felt the next orgasm rising already, unstoppable, like his body had decided it belonged inside Yu and nothing else mattered.
He slowed, just enough to grind deep, forehead pressed to Yu's, breath ragged.
"Fuck!"
He whispered, reverent now, almost broken.
"Fuck, I can't stop. I can't pull out. Every time I try you just, fuck, you pull me back in. Like you were made for this. Made for me."
Yu's hazel-red eyes fluttered open, glassy and trusting, and Adrian's heart punched against his ribs.
"Look at you…"
He breathed, hips rolling slow and deep, savoring every inch.
"So fucking beautiful like this. All fucked-out and dripping with me. My perfect love. My perfect fucking angel."
He kissed him, messy and desperate, swallowing Yu's soft cry as he started moving again, faster, chasing the heat that kept building no matter how many times he came.
"Gonna give you another one…"
He panted against Yu's lips.
"Can't help it. Can't stop coming inside you. Your body, fuck, it's like it's begging for it. Milking me. Needing me."
Yu sobbed into his mouth, legs trying to wrap around Adrian's waist again, trembling too hard to hold.
Adrian slid a hand between them, wrapped gentle fingers around Yu's oversensitive cock, stroking soft and slow even as his hips snapped harder.
"Come on, baby."
He crooned, voice shaking with awe.
"One more for me. I know you're empty, I know it hurts so good, just one more while I fill you up again. Wanna feel you fall apart while I'm buried inside you."
Yu shattered with a broken wail, body seizing, nothing left but a weak pulse of clear fluid over Adrian's fist. The clench of his ruined hole dragged Adrian over instantly.
He slammed deep and stayed there, hips jerking helplessly as he came again, a fourth thick flood pouring into Yu's overstuffed body. He groaned like he was dying, forehead pressed to Yu's, tears pricking at the corners of his own eyes from the intensity.
"Fuck!"
He whispered, trembling.
"Fuck, Yu. I'm, damnit, I'm addicted. Can't stop breeding you. Can't stop marking you inside. You're, you're everything."
He didn't pull out. Just stayed buried, rocking gently, kissing Yu's temple, his cheek, the corner of his mouth, murmuring broken praise against sweat-slick skin.
"Stay right here."
He breathed.
"Keep me inside. Keep all of me. My perfect love. My beautiful, perfect wife. Never letting you go."
Adrian's entire body was shaking now, sweat dripping from his jaw onto Yu's chest in steady drops. His cock had never gone soft, not once. It throbbed inside Yu's ruined, overflowing heat like it had been forged for this single purpose:
To stay buried and spill again and again.
He tried to pull out, just an inch, just to breathe, and Yu's body clenched reflexively, dragging a broken moan from them both. A thick rush of come followed the withdrawal, painting Yu's thighs and the sheets in fresh white.
Adrian stared, awestruck.
"Five…"
He whispered, voice cracked open with something perilously close to reverence.
"You're still… fuck, you're still taking me. You're still tight."
Yu's eyes were barely open, crimson burning bright and soft, a smoldering glow in the darkness of the night. His chest hitched with every shallow breath, but his hips gave another roll upward, chasing until the head of Adrian's cock caught against the swollen rim of Yu's glistening hole.
That was all it took.
Adrian's forehead dropped to Yu's, both hands sliding up to cradle his face like he was something sacred.
"Look at you…"
He breathed, reverent, almost praying.
"My beautiful, impossible love. I've poured myself into you four times and you're still warm, still open, still begging with that perfect body."
He started moving again, slow, worshipful strokes, every inch a devotion. The wet sound was obscene, come and slick and the evidence of every round squelching with each gentle thrust.
"You're amazing..."
Adrian rasped, lips brushing Yu's temple, his cheek, the corner of his mouth.
"I've never… never felt anything like this. Never come this many times and still needed more. It's you. It's always been you."
Yu made the softest sound, broken and trusting, and Adrian's heart cracked wide.
He shifted, sliding one arm beneath Yu's shoulders, the other under his knees, and lifted him, still impaled, into his lap. Yu's head lolled against Adrian's shoulder, arms draped limply around his neck, but his thighs parted wider on instinct, letting Adrian sink impossibly deeper.
Adrian groaned, a low, trembling hymn.
"That's it… just like that. Take me again, angel. Take everything I have. Take everything I am."
He rocked upward, slow and deep, cradling Yu against his chest like something holy. Every roll of his hips was a vow.
"I'm yours…"
He whispered against Yu's damp hair.
"Completely fucking yours. You own me, Yu. This cock, these hands, every drop I have left, it's all yours. I'll stay inside you forever if you let me."
Yu's breath hitched, a tiny, breathless sob, and his inner walls fluttered tightly, lovingly, around Adrian's cock.
Adrian's eyes stung. He pressed his lips to Yu's forehead, trembling.
"One more, baby. One more for me. Let me worship you properly. Let me fill you until you're glowing with it."
He moved faster, but never rough again, just deep, steady, reverent strokes, grinding against that spot inside Yu that made him whimper every time. His hand slipped between them, fingers circling Yu's spent, oversensitive cock with the gentlest touch.
Yu came first, barely more than a shudder, a soft cry muffled against Adrian's neck, his body clenching in delicate pulses that milked Adrian like a prayer answered.
Adrian followed instantly, hips stuttering, a low, broken sound tearing from his throat as he spilled a fifth time, thinner now but hotter, deeper, pouring himself into Yu with shaking, worshipful thrusts.
He didn't stop rocking, even after, just held Yu close, buried to the hilt, tears and sweat mingling on their skin.
"My perfect love…"
He whispered, voice raw with wonder, lips brushing Yu's temple again and again.
"My beautiful, endless love. I'm never leaving this heaven you've made for me. Never."
---
Hours bled into the night. The moon had sunk low, pale light replaced by the faintest streaks of gray-pink morning brushing against the curtains. The sheets were in ruins—twisted, damp with sweat, the room thick with the musk of sex and heat.
Adrian lay flat now, his powerful frame spent and spread across the mattress, his tattoos glistening under a sheen of sweat. But still Yu moved above him—straddling, bouncing, his slim body riding Adrian's six inch cock with an unrelenting hunger. His hazel eyes glowed faintly red, hair plastered to his cheekbones, lips parted in bliss.
Adrian moaned helplessly, chest heaving, hands clinging weakly to Yu's hips as though his grip alone could anchor him against the storm of Yu's pace. Each upward lift and downward slam stole his breath until all he could do was gasp and tremble, surrendering entirely to Yu's rhythm.
Yu leaned forward, pressing Adrian's limp hand flat against his own chest, sliding it up from his perky pink nipple towards his lips. He licked between Adrian's fingers, slow and decadent, letting his tongue drag before he smirked down through half-lidded eyes.
"Oh dear…"
Yu purred, voice sultry and teasing despite the raw pant in his chest.
"What should I do? You're already so drained… but those tattoos are really turning me on~"
Adrian's lips quirked into the faintest smile, his pupils blown wide with exhaustion and lust. He tried—just once more—to reach up, to tuck a stray strand of Yu's hair behind his ear, but his strength gave out.
His hand fell limp against the sheets.
[ALERT! CRITICAL VITALITY DRAIN!]
The harsh tone blared in Yu's head, cutting through the haze of lust.
[Adrian's life force is collapsing. Host, you must stop immediately or risk killing Adrian Cross. While he is only a side character, his death could have a butterfly effect on your mission that could end up being detrimental and put the mission in jeopardy!]
Yu froze mid-ride, his body shuddering as the alarms shrieked against his Incubus instincts that screamed for more, more, more, more. His nails dug into Adrian's tattooed chest, scratching shallow crescents into his skin.
Adrian, barely conscious, forced one last smile up at him.
'At least… he likes them…'
He thought dimly—his tattoos, the marks of his life, the proof of his strength. Then his eyes fluttered shut, his chest still rising but faintly, and he slipped into unconsciousness beneath Yu.
Yu's hips trembled, hovering, the gnawing hunger clawing at his insides even as the system's cold voice echoed again.
[Repeat: Disengage now. Death of the side character, Adrian Cross, is imminent if Host continues. Breaking the connection will stop you from automatically feeding off him. Yu, get up. Now.]
Yu bit down on his lip, tasting blood, his whole body taut with the war between his instincts and the cold weight of DK01's warnings.
Yu's breath came ragged, his thighs quaking, his nails leaving stinging trails across Adrian's inked skin. His instincts screamed to feed, to rut himself downward onto Adrian's spent cock until there was nothing left, to drink him dry. His body arched with want, glowing hazel-red eyes dilated with the frenzy of it.
But the alarm still shrieked in his head.
[Warning! Host, get up now or he will die!]
Yu snarled in frustration, clutching at his own hair before forcing himself to still his hips. Inch by inch, shudder by shudder, he pulled himself off of Adrian's softened length, his body howling in protest.
He trembled as he slipped his fingers lower, down between his thighs, pressing slick digits inside himself. His back arched sharply, lips parting with a raw gasp as his fingers found his prostate. He rammed and curled, pumping desperately while his other hand stroked his small, flushed length. The friction sent sparks running up his spine, his moans muffled against his own bitten lips.
"Ah—ahh, fuck—"
It didn't take long. His body convulsed as his release spilled across Adrian's tattooed chest, glistening against the black ink. The sight—Adrian sprawled out beneath him, marked in Yu's essence—sent a wicked thrill through him even as his instincts clawed hungrily for more.
But it was enough. Barely.
Yu collapsed forward, panting, forehead pressed against Adrian's shoulder as he rode the aftershocks. His Incubus energy settled like a satiated beast curling low in his gut, brimming him with vitality even as his rational mind reasserted control.
Slowly, shakily, he sat up. Adrian was still unconscious, his chest rising and falling shallow but steady. Relief washed over Yu, chased by guilt and something softer he refused to name.
"…You gave me more than Callen."
Yu whispered under his breath, brushing damp strands of Adrian's black hair back from his forehead.
"Stupid side character…"
It took all of Yu's patience and care to clean him. He fetched a warm cloth, wiping the mess from Adrian's chest, tracing the bold tattoos as he did. Each curve of ink glistened briefly with Yu's release before being gently washed away. Then he tackled the sheets, shifting Adrian's heavy body bit by bit, tugging and smoothing until the bed was fresh and clean.
It was clumsy, exhausting work—but thanks to the raw energy Adrian had unwillingly given him, Yu's limbs were steady and tireless. He moved like a dutiful spouse, ensuring Adrian was comfortable, head cushioned, blankets drawn up.
When he finally stepped back, Adrian looked almost peaceful.
Yu, though, stood trembling in the quiet dawn, torn between shame and pride, dread and longing.
---
Morning light crept through the blinds, thin beams cutting across Adrian's room, painting stripes over his bare chest. He stirred with a low groan, his body screaming rebellion the instant he tried to move. Every muscle ached, a soreness that shook through his arms, back, thighs—each twitch sending ripples of protest.
For a long moment, Adrian lay still, staring at the ceiling, piecing the night back together. Yu's warmth. His lips. The frantic rhythm, round after round until his world blurred. His stomach clenched, half in hunger, half in raw memory.
He tried to sit up. His arms trembled, almost buckling.
'So this… this is what Callen meant.'
Adrian let out a low laugh, cut short by a sharp wince.
'If I hadn't taken Yu to his room, to the safety of his bed, I might have been broken entirely on the kitchen floor.'
The thought drew a shiver up his spine.
"Thank my lucky stars, I guess…"
He muttered inwardly, dragging himself upright by sheer will.
With fingers that shook, he grabbed his phone from the nightstand. His first text was to his law firm where he was internshiping at.
Adrian: Can't make it in today. Sick.
Then he paused. Deleted "today." and retyped.
Adrian: Can't make it in. Sick—taking a couple days.
His thumb hovered. Honestly, he wanted to type weeks. A whole month to recover, even. But pride stopped him. He hit send.
Exhaling, Adrian leaned back against the headboard, sore but not broken, haunted by the phantom warmth of Yu's body still clinging to him.
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Elsewhere in the house, the contrast was staggering.
Yu was already in motion, apron tied neatly around his waist, sleeves rolled to his elbows. He hummed softly, a lilting tune that sounded like the French phrases Callen had drilled into him yesterday. The kitchen was bright with morning light, his long brown braid swaying lightly each time he moved from stove to counter.
His skin glowed—literally. Not with sweat, but with a new luster, a sheen of vitality brimming over. His hands moved quick, practiced, as though last night hadn't happened, as though he hadn't nearly drained another man dry just hours ago.
Eggs sizzled, bread toasted golden, fruit sliced with perfect evenness. His energy was abundant, tireless. He even caught his reflection in the steel of the kettle and paused. His skin looked smoother, shinier than usual, like he'd been polished from the inside out.
Yu frowned faintly.
'Whoa, I look really good! Too good! Is this, like, a side effect of feeding…?'
He guessed. DK01, quiet for once, didn't argue.
He shook it off with a sigh and plated breakfast as if it were just another ordinary morning.
Yu carried two plates from the stove, humming under his breath, apron snug around his waist. When he turned toward the dining table, he nearly dropped one from surprise.
Callen was up. Up. At this hour.
The blond leaned in the doorway, hair still slightly mussed, hoodie half-zipped, jeans thrown on in a rush. His green eyes narrowed, flicking over Yu's radiant skin, the healthy sheen of his cheeks, the way his braid caught the light. Something sharp twisted in Callen's gut.
'He looks even shinier today. Brighter. Like he…'
Yu arched a brow.
"Well, this is unusual. What's the occasion? You're never up this early."
Callen froze, his pride bristling. He couldn't possibly say he was off to beg for a massage to ease the ache tearing through every inch of his body. Nor could he confess he planned to call in a trainer to start building stamina so he could outlast Yu next time. No—his pride would never allow it.
So instead, he smirked.
"Party. Early party. You know how it is."
Yu blinked, setting one plate down on the table with a clink.
"A… party? This early in the morning? Huh…"
He tilted his head. The confusion was genuine, though he tried to mask it with a polite smile.
'Maybe it's a college thing I just missed out on before.'
He thought. It sounded absurd, but he didn't feel like pushing further.
Callen shrugged, keeping his grin fixed, though his mind churned.
'Better a party than admitting I'm wrecked. He doesn't need to know. He'll see next time—I'll last longer. Way longer.'
"Alright then…"
Yu said lightly, as if humoring him. He slid the plate across the table toward Callen.
"Eat first, party later."
Callen dropped into a chair, poking at the breakfast. Yu, meanwhile, turned back to the stove, fixing a third plate and arranging it carefully onto the bed tray.
This one wasn't for Callen.
It was for Adrian.
Yu placed the plates of breakfast carefully on the bed tray, arranging toast, eggs, and a small bowl of fruit with a touch too much precision. Humming softly, he wiped the rim of the orange juice glass with a napkin before setting it down, just so.
Behind him, Callen's fork clinked against his plate—but his green eyes weren't on his food. They were locked on Yu.
The realization slammed into him piece by piece.
Adrian wasn't at the table. That had never happened before. He was always the first one seated, suit pressed, tie knotted.
Yu was glowing, full of energy the same way he had been after their night on the couch, when Callen could barely stand and Yu had flitted around the kitchen like nothing happened.
And that tray—Callen knew it too well. The same tray Yu had used for him when he was too sore to move.
His stomach twisted, and suddenly the eggs on his plate tasted like ash.
'Yu and Adrian…'
The thought sliced hot through his chest.
Before it could burn deeper, Callen shoved another forkful into his mouth and wolfed it down, chewing hard, swallowing harder. His pride, his jealousy, his aching body all knotted together as he pushed away from the table.
"Done. Heading out."
He muttered through a grin that didn't reach his eyes.
"Big day, you know?"
His stride to the door was more of a stiff shuffle, every sore muscle protesting, but he didn't slow down. He couldn't.
Yu, arms full of the tray, only turned in time to see his blond roommate storm out, shoulders tight. He sighed, confused, then shook it off and padded toward his room.
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The bedroom door opened to dim light and the faint scent of clean sheets. Adrian stirred against the pillows, half propped but still pale with exhaustion. His dark brown eyes blinked slowly, focus sharpening when they landed on Yu.
"You didn't have to…"
His voice rasped as he shifted, clearly embarrassed.
"…after last night—"
"Don't move."
Yu cut him off gently, sliding the tray across Adrian's lap with practiced ease.
"Eat. You need your strength."
Adrian stilled, staring down at the perfectly arranged meal. A flush crept into his cheeks. Sheets changed. His body wiped down. Now breakfast in bed. Each act pressed on him with the same weight, the same truth.
Yu's kindness wasn't casual. It was… domestic. Intimate. Dangerous.
His chest tightened as Yu smoothed a wrinkle in the blanket, long hair falling forward. Adrian's hand twitched, aching to tuck it back for him, but he curled his fingers into the sheet instead.
"Thank you."
He said at last, voice steadier now but softer than he meant it to be.
Yu smiled, unaware of just how tightly Adrian was orbiting now, his gravity growing stronger with every tender gesture.