⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING FOR SEXUAL ASSAULT (NO RAPE) ⚠️

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"Wyatt talked about you. Says you're very talented. I had no idea he was referring to the actual creative mind behind LZ Gear."

Embarrassed by the praise, Ling took their empty glasses to the sink. "Not to sound rude, but I've never heard Wyatt talk about you." Ling had already decided to hire Florent though.

"I'm not surprised. We don't exactly run in the same circles."

They spoke for a little longer. Half of the lingering stares, smiles and interest were probably an attempt to get on his good side, but Ling didn't mind; the somewhat quiet and halcyon man seemed genuine enough.

So Ling gave Florent a contract and invited him to come back next week.

Once Ling was alone, he texted Wyatt, and then, being the bitch-ass housewife that he was, started making dinner for them.

A knock came. In a rush, as he didn't want the meat to burn, Ling thoughtlessly hurried over to the door and opened it, before it occurred to him that Wyatt wouldn't knock.

"Xavier, what are you doing here?"

"You blocked me, didn't you?"

Ling tried to close the door, but Xavier shoved it open, causing Ling to stumble back. He backed up even more when Xavier got in his face.

"I didn't say you could come in, Xavier," said Ling, refusing to be intimidated. He didn't think Xavier would actually get like this. "And when the person you broke up with keeps calling, what did you expect?"

"That's the thing, we didn't break up. You stormed out."

Ling couldn't believe this. "Well, let me correct myself then. I dumped you after you cheated on me, and probably planned on doing it again seeing as you had friends trying to set you up with chicks because you never told them I existed!"

"You are so fucking up yourself Ling! I was going to explain but you, who has no worries in the world, no expectations to live up to, no family who is close to the district's Bishop. You should've been patient and waited for me. But you're too selfish for that."

"Are you hearing yourself right now? So what? I wait around as your secret little side bitch while you fuck around with nice Christian girls for your mummy and daddy? Grow the fuck up Xavier. Get out, and don't come here again."

"No," said Xavier, shoving Ling back with one hand. "You don't just get to dictate ending things."

Ling's eyes widened in alarm. "What're you doing? I said get out."

But Xavier continued to back him up until his waist hit the narrow entry hall table. "Come on Li Li, don't pretend you didn't like it rough."

Ling tried to get away from the table, but Xavier held him in place. "Xavier," he said severely, trying to cover up the fear. "Leave. I don't want you here."

The man didn't listen, and slid his hand under Ling's shirt.

Internally, he was freaking out. But he still had the mind not to act brashly, as trying to attack the professional kickboxer would probably make things worse.

Trembling, Ling subtly reached into his back pocket to get his phone whilst Xavier bent down to lead a rough trail with his lips down Ling's neck.

His wrist was grabbed before he could press call.

"Were you trying to call someone?" accused Xavier, and Ling winced at the painful pressure on his wrist.

"Xavier, you're hurting me." He unwillingly dropped the phone.

Xavier ignored the plea. "Who was it? That asshole friend of yours Wyatt? That prick clearly only wants to keep you here for himself. He's playing you, Ling."

The man pressed Ling harder into the table, and panic won out. Ling kicked Xavier between the legs, but the taller man caught the leg, and backhanded Ling. The hit snapped his head to the side and pain exploded.

Ling barely had time to come back to his senses before the front door was slammed open.

"I've called the cops. So get the fuck out if you don't want to make it worse."

Xavier spun around to face the man standing in the doorway and considered his options. Jaw clenched, he stormed out, clearly deciding that Wyatt wasn't bluffing.

The moment Xavier was out, Wyatt locked the door then hurried over to Ling, who was frozen against the table.

"Holy fuck, Ling. Are you all right, did he do anyth— why is your cheek so red? Did he fucking hit you?"

"I'm fine," Ling mumbled, distantly registering his words.

Wyatt spent the next ten minutes fussing over Ling. When he admitted he hadn't actually called the cops, but thoughtlessly ran in when he saw Xavier's car.

"No, don't call the cops," appealed Ling. It was stupid, he knew. But he just really didn't want to deal with that.

Another several minutes were spent with Wyatt arguing against that, even if he was clearly being cautious with his tone around Ling.

"Under two conditions," relented Wyatt. "And you don't get a say." He took out his phone and dialled. "I'm calling Logan and Rigby, who will bring another teammate from football. And in the morning, I'm driving you to the police station to file a restraining order."

Ling suddenly felt too tired to argue. The adrenaline and fried nerves had worn off, and like an idiot, he started trembling.

Wyatt led Ling to the couch.

"I'm sorry." Ling didn't know why he said that. God, this was stupid.

"You should be," said Wyatt, gently tugging Ling into a hug, as if asking permission.

Ling let him.

Wyatt resumed, "Because whatever you were cooking smells burnt."

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The Passenger stirred and left the dwelling without waking its five inhabitants.

Another one who was a slave to the heart's lust. The Passenger could take their desires to the highest peak, fill their soul with carnal temptation. Ones brimming with luster satiated like no other.

They always screamed in pleasure then pain. If only the Passenger's desire was so easily satisfied.

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James coalesced from a quiet whirlwind of ash into his human form, brushing a piece of lint from his finely tailored black suit with gold-stitched designs.

It was late, and so the Valentine Demon let himself, in a flurry of ash, into Ling's house through the crack of a side window.

He searched the residence and found others sleeping. No Ling.

That bizarre aura, he sensed it again. Only, the beguiling scent was so overpowering this time, James felt he could be smothered in the most sweetly decadent wine – if he were to allow himself to yield to it. It had almost been tempting for a moment.

Fascinating.

James left the residence. Where could Ling be? The suspense only magnified the demon's eagerness.

James allowed himself to simply stroll through the empty streets, eventually passing an intersecting avenue labelled: Cross. Wasn't that where his supposed latest victim had been found? He cocked a critical brow but continued on.

And stopped at an apartment block. The aura was especially thick here, and James grinned when he thought he could finally discern what he was sensing. Bursting into ashes, he rocketed toward one of the higher floors, coalescing back in a hallway.

The consummately exquisite creature before him halted. They were about to knock on a door.

James's Cheshire grin grew until he thought it might split his face. "Hello there, monster."

Irises like crushed rubies enveloped their eyes, glistening as blood under the dim corridor lighting. At any moment, those precious jewels might tumble down as tears—onto a face more transcendent than any angel's. Curling silk webs dotted in raindrops swept low when the creature blinked, and beckoning eyelashes had never enraptured him so.

The creature observed him under those silk-like lashes, and James observed the creature in kind. Whorls of red and black ink ran down from behind slightly pointed ears, disappearing underneath their shirt's collar.

"May I presume you are the one who left that little gift in my club?" resumed James conversationally. "I must say, the mess was a pain to clean. Blood does not come out of concrete so easily. Though I shall forgive you...Ling."

Wearing flowing black satin pants, and a matching cropped shirt, this lovely little creature had most likely come straight from bed.

"Though I do not believe the Ling I drove home knows how far from human he is. How long have you been lying dormant, hmm?" James watched as this transformed Ling clacked their talon-like nails against each other.

Alter-Ling approached him like a sprite on water, leaving barely any gap when he looked up into James's eyes, and uttered, in the most honeyed tone, "You're interrupting."

And when he pressed his hand to James's chest, an invisible force threw James back, who went hurtling through a window and onto the sidewalk below.

The Valentine Demon stood effortlessly and brushed his suit off. Perhaps he'd let his enamoredness distract him. Unable to help the smile that kept encroaching his lips, James launched himself back up, the ash cloud resembling a swarm of locusts. The door was just about to open, though James seized Alter-Ling and took them to a secluded arcade behind the apartment.

The creature struggled against him, but it was no use against a Prince of the Inferno Plane. "I must congratulate you, my prized jewel. It has been so long since any being managed to catch me so unawares." James held Alter-Ling against a brick wall. "Now, whilst I do not care in the slightest about the fate you had planned for whoever was behind that door, your actions are starting to garner unwanted attention from more than one Plane. It could become rather inconvenient."

Alter-Ling seemed to finally realise their futile predicament and ceased their struggles. "You have separated me from a perfectly good feast. Let me go, demon."

James raised an eyebrow. He knew what he was holding. Not a succubus nor an incubus, though their offspring. Even then, Ling was no typical cambion. There had to be something else in the mix to have left him so puzzled.

Again the demon prince asked himself: What are you, Zhi Ling?

"Unless you have something better to offer," said the atypical cambion, "unhand me." Those ruby eyes, with snake-like pupils, raked their appraising gaze down James, before bringing a taloned hand over to his chest.

James didn't stop the deceptively sensual gesture. "If you tear through my ribcage, you will not find what you are looking for. So sorry." A police vehicle drove slowly past, most likely routine due to this human curfew, so James bid several shadow tentacles to burst forth from his back and shield them like a cage.

The cambion looked at their new obscured surroundings curiously. "Do you plan on depriving me of the essence I need?" The cloying miasma Ling emitted became so dense, any lesser demon would've been on their knees in supplication to his allure; mere humans asphyxiated in pure ecstasy.

James, however, inhaled, allowing himself to indulge in the sensation. This was different; something James didn't think he could grow bored of.

He leaned in to brush his lips against the other's ear. "I know exactly what you need." He could feel Alter-Ling's smirk against his cheek.

"Are you sure?" the cambion challenged. "None others could."

"I," James emphasised, moving his face back and fixing lightless eyes on those ruby ones, "am like no other."

Alter-Ling brought their face close and licked a trail from James's chin to his lips. "I don't believe you."

The Valentine Demon grabbed the underside of the cambion's thighs, forcibly tugged their pants down, discarding the satin on the ground. He picked Alter-Ling up, who responded by knotting their legs around James's hips.

"I will make you eat those words," James vowed, letting the cambion undo the button of his trousers before he pressed them harder against the wall and slid his hand up Alter-Ling's now-bare thigh. He grabbed their arse roughly enough to leave bruises, though the one in his hold would heal swiftly – especially after receiving such potent essence. With his other, James tore off his belt and let it drop, eliciting a moan from Alter-Ling when James ground his hips against theirs.

A rush of pleasure surged through James when the little monster brought their hand between them and started pumping their hardening lengths together. The talons tipping their elongated fingers did not touch the throbbing flesh, however. Like James, this creature was skilled beyond compare in wringing out rapture.

But before Alter-Ling could do little more than make them both fully erect, James seized the other's wrists and pinned them to the wall above their head, keeping them there with an inky tentacle.

Bringing both hands back to Alter-Ling's hips, he thrust upward, canting his amble length between their gluteal cleft. The cambion practically purred at the sensation, undulating on his shaft; the action begging for more. Still not entirely pliant, they attempted to tug a wrist down, which James allowed, and Alter-Ling brought their freed hand behind them and ran the pad of their index finger across James's slit, pressing in slightly. The cambion then brought the finger slicked in precum to their mouth and sucked, smirking as they lapped it up.

That arrogant action only spurred James to wipe the arrogance from the other's face. He grazed his fingers down Ling's pretty cock and farther, until coming to his hot, puckered entrance. The intrusion wouldn't be smooth, though he knew the monster in his hold, who was made to handle this, would enjoy the raw pain.

He circled and coaxed, then thrust a finger in, soon followed by another, then another, to scissor the other open. Moving in and out, Alter-Ling pushed back against him with each motion, making breathy, pleased sounds from James's very deliberate dexterity. The curling movements brought out more wordless murmurings until James abruptly took out his fingers and replaced them with the head of something much larger.

Alter-Ling tried to push themself down onto James, though the Valentine Demon held the cambion in place. It was his turn to smirk. "Should I give you what you want?"

Alter-Ling eyed him with a lidded gaze, tugging their other wrist, which was still pinned. James let the limb go. They brought both palms to grasp either side of James's jaw, and closed the distance between them. James watched, gaze low with intrigue, wondering what this lovely creature was planning.

The cambion nipped James's bottom lip, which turned into a blood-drawing bite. James gasped from the stimulating sensation.

"Pretty please," Ling breathed, feigning innocence with those big, guileless, lying eyes.

"Adulation's a sin, Ling," he taunted, then pushed inside. For a fleeting moment, he held his aura back and took it slow before thrusting hard and burying himself to the hilt.

The cambion cried out amorously; where any human would've passed out, this little monster only fed off of James's demonic strength as he pulled almost all the way out, before mercilessly pitching himself deeper.

James did not go gently. Skin hit skin, and Ling, the beautiful delicate flower, and also demonic monster, sunk his needle-sharp talons into James's neck and shoulders, locking in tightly.

Altered not to maim and impale, but to act as a conduit, James could feel the exchange, and saw the red and black whorls on the cambion's flesh glow as they began to take their fill.

Slamming into Ling harder, panting, the Prince of Lust only exulted in the frenzy. For the first time, in he could not remember how long, the demon did not have to hold back. And never, had another met his challenge so equally. Truly a match made in Hell.

James didn't relent in his pace; every sound, every touch, and every second spent inside Ling's heated walls sent bolts of electricity through his black veins. Ling arched into him and held close, gasping and moaning with every impalement, all mocking and bravado gone. He fit around James so perfectly. The head of Ling's pretty length was flushed and leaking, and James was also close, hardly caring at this point whether he was still keeping the unrestrained sounds they made within their dark cage.

He continued to fill Ling as his climax started to swell, and the way the cambion ground down and clenched around him was enough to tip him over the edge. Alter-Ling came with a cry, James a moment after, canting deep inside. The thick, white ropes of the young demon's release pooled on their V section and James's silk shirt.

He chuckled breathlessly, wiping beads of sweat from his temple. He seemed to go through suits faster than Christian girls' underwear hit the floor.

The cambion extricated their fine-tipped talons and James hissed in delightful pain. He'd fucked succubi before, though even they, had been nothing compared to this.

The little monster he was still inside brought their face close to his again, dipping to his jaw and nibbling, grazing their teeth along.

It was quite the conundrum, feeling spent and bolstered simultaneously, though James supposed that could be owed to the creature before him. "Still don't believe me?" he asked.

A playful tug and suck of his earlobe turned into a satisfied huff, which tickled James's nape.

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Definitions:

Incubus (male), Succubus (female) = demons of sexual desire

Cambion = the offspring of an incubus/succubus with a human

~ Daci