Your sleep didn't feel restful, not at first at least. It was off and on, with you waking up enough at times to recognize you were in your room before passing out again. When you had the energy to wake up and stay awake, the first thing you noticed was you were alone. It made you scowl grumpily to yourself and kick off the sheets with more effort than what should have been necessary. The second thing you noticed was you had a night shirt on.

From that, you could guess Shanks had decided to cover you somewhat and then left you to sleep by yourself. You liked to think you weren't clingy but this didn't fly with you either.

The curtains were drawn and the door was closed, keeping the room plunged in a comforting darkness. It was a little jarring when you managed to move your protesting body to the door and open it, letting in early morning light that filled the rest of the apartment.

Everything in you said to go back to bed, sleep more, but you wanted your company with you. Each step felt like you were walking through water, or maybe something thicker. Either way, moving wasn't easy.

But just as you thought, Shanks was sound asleep on the couch. He was still in nothing but his sweatpants but the pile of discarded clothes had been moved to the side, out of the way, probably to be picked up later today. When you reached the couch, you let yourself fall into it and snuggled up to Shanks. A puff of air was forced out of him and he grunted as he woke. His arm gripped your waist, like he was afraid of one of you falling off before you felt his breath tickle the top of your head.

"(Y/n)? You should be in bed still."

"You weren't there." You mumbled, already on your way to falling back asleep.

"I didn't think you wanted me in your bed."

"That's stupid." Your brow furrowed as you forced your head up to look at him. "I wouldn't have agreed to sex if I wasn't okay with you in my bed too."

"So I haven't scared you off?"

Your head burrowed back to its spot and you breathed in the warmth of his skin. "Course not."

"... You're going to fall off if you sleep here."

You let out a string of incomprehensible grumbles and stayed put. Even if you wanted to go back to bed, your body couldn't do it.

"Okay, okay. I get it." He hummed good-naturedly and sat up.

After hooking your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck, he picked you up the same way he had the night before. He had no problem using just the one arm to support under your butt and he made his way back to your room. This time, he joined you in bed after closing the door once again.

The inviting darkness was almost enough for you to pass back out but you waited until Shanks had adjusted under the sheets so you could curl up against his chest.

"Jaguars are usually solitary creatures." He noted.

"Don't care." You murmured. "I'm not."

His chuckles lulled you back to a much more restful sleep.

----

"(Y/n) I've gotta take a leak."

You groaned as you were gently rolled off of your human space heater. Well, incubus space heater.

He shuffled to his feet and left the room, giving you time to wake up fully. You felt much better this time, still tired, but not so much that you couldn't function. You rolled onto your back and looked over at the stream of light coming from between your curtains. It had to be around midday but you couldn't be sure until you checked a clock.

"Feeling better?" Shanks strolled back in.

He flopped into the bed and made sure he could prop himself on his elbow and face you at the same time. Your eyes gravitated to the spot on his shoulder you'd bitten yesterday. The marks were long gone, not even a scar remaining.

"Yeah." You finally answered when you noticed the growing silence. "I'm sorry again for biting you, I don't know what came over me."

"I told you, it was fine. It was actually my fault anyway. If I had better control of myself I wouldn't have triggered a partial shift from you, but after going without for a week and getting so much from you.....control wasn't going to happen."

"Wait, there's a lot that happened that I still don't quite get." You moved to your side as well and began tracing his muscles with a finger.

"I figured that'd be the case, ask away."

"When I figured out what you were, I knew I'd be tired afterwards but not to that extent. Is it always that draining?"

"No, this was a rare occurrence. We take what we need and since I'd gone without for so long, I was practically functioning on fumes. To put it into perspective, one of my kind can die without...sexual energy in about two weeks. I was about halfway there and since I'd gone so long without, I needed a lot more than I'd usually take. Usually if I'm able to hunt every couple of days, my partners only get a little tired. Worst case scenario, they may need a nap."

"Okay." You nodded. "But there's one thing about that I don't get. The morning after I shifted, you seemed like you'd gone on a hunt but you didn't smell like you'd had sex."

Laughter bubbled up from him and you blushed. It wasn't a stupid thing to be bothering you, it made no sense that he'd smell fine but act like he'd come back from one of his hunts.

"Everyone seems to think we have to have sex to take care of ourselves so I don't blame you for the confusion there. We need sexual energy. That means if I go to, let's say a strip club, I'll get plenty of what I need just from sitting in the same vicinity as people who have sex on their minds for long enough. It's technically not as effective but it's a good way to lay low while getting what I need."

"Is that what you did that night?"

"Yep. You finished with your hunt pretty fast in all honesty. After a few hours, you were back to normal and Mihawk took over so I could do my thing."

"Oh, I guess that makes sense now." And it did.

You could vividly remember the life returning to him yesterday during your foreplay and him mentioning he needed more from you before he'd actually fuck you. And then another thought startled you.

"Wait, you said you kinda made me do a partial transformation. Wouldn't I be able to, um, spread the disease?"

Shanks tapped the spot you bit with a finger. "In theory, you are contagious with a partial transformation and I'll tell you now, it makes relationships with anyone human difficult. But other supernatural creatures are immune to it. If I would have contracted it like you did, the marks wouldn't have healed until after a first shift. You could go full kitty, tear me up, and I'd still be fine."

"I feel like a lot of this stuff would have been good to know from the get go." You huffed. "What if I started dating some human and did that to them?"

"It wouldn't have happened." He shrugged casually. "I told you, the only reason you had a bit of a shift was because I did. Supernatural tend to be in tune with each other and when one looses control, others nearby have a hard time not doing the same. Speaking of, I should apologize for that. You haven't dealt with much in the way of supernatural stuff and that wasn't a good way to introduce you into the demonic side of things."

"I'll be honest, I was more worried about trying not to bite your throat out."

He burst into laughter once again and fell to his back. "Yeah, that would have been a bit harder to heal. Not to mention the stains it'd leave on your couch."

"It's not funny!" You got up to your knees so you could glare down at him properly. "I was really close to doing it and I wasn't in full control of myself!"

"It's okay. Unless you decapitated me, which you couldn't unless you went full kitty on me, I'd heal. I can promise you, the longer you're a shifter, the easier it'll get to keep your cat at bay. You won't have to worry about eating your future partners."

"Future partners?" Your burst of anger was quickly replaced by confusion.

"Yeah. You're single and I'm sure you'll find a nice supernatural soon enough. We'll have to get you out in the dating scene." He talked casually, unbothered by what he said.

"Was...yesterday supposed to be just a one time thing?" The unsure tone of your voice was enough to make his eyes soften.

"I don't know if you want to do this on a regular basis (Y/n). You're great, I really enjoy our time together but my kind don't date often. Our partners tend to get tired of our needs rather fast."

"You said it's rarely like yesterday. I can handle it if it's less draining than that."

"Is is but–"

"And as a shifter, I'm much more durable than any human. I can take it."

"I hunt roughly once every three days (Y/n). With a partner, it'd be more often to keep up the energy levels. I'm talking once every day or every other day. Even with me helping you get into it, you'd need a high libido."

"You have no idea how often I masturbate when you aren't here." You gave him your best doe eyed, innocent look and to your delight, he blushed. You'd managed to make an incubus uncomfortable with something sexual and that took skill.

"You'd really want to date an incubus?"

"I really want to date you."

He broke into a wide smile. "Well aren't you cute? I can't really say no to that, so we can try it but don't feel bad if you can't keep up. I won't be offended if you decide it's too much and want to end things."

"If it becomes a problem, we can talk about it."

You were confident in things going well and you were very excited to be able to date your very hot "introduction" to the supernatural society. So far, the balance between you two had been great and you didn't think adding sex to the mix would really change it.

"Agreed." Before you knew it, he'd pushed you to your back and was kneeling between your legs. "Now while I did get what I needed yesterday, I could go for a pick me up."

Shanks didn't need to use a glamor to get you excited and he could feel it. He took your sudden surge of lust as the okay to begin with what he wanted and crawled further over you for a kiss. Your lips parted for him eagerly, allowing him to deepen it immediately. His weight shifted above you as his hand went from resting beside you to sneaking up your shirt.

The muscle control he needed to do something like that had to be astounding but he made it look easy. Even though he was supporting himself on you, there wasn't much pressure being placed on your belly. He pushed the shirt up with minimal effort until it rested just above your breasts. He broke away from you mouth, nibbling at the edges of your lips before diving down to latch onto a breast.

A small moan left you as he nipped and sucked at it. You quickly became louder when he took the nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it expertly. He continued the same treatment with the other breast, stimulating you until he was sure you were ready for him.

"I'll make this quick." He groaned. "I'd hate to make you tired of me before we'd really spent much time together."

You giggled as he slid down your body, leaving a trail of wet kisses as he went. "You won't get rid of me that easily."

He only hummed in response as his mouth found your dripping core. This wasn't your idea of quick but you weren't going to complain about getting oral either. You knew a good opportunity when you saw one.

In one fluid motion, he'd settled between your hips, wrapped his arm around your thigh, and went to work exploring your womanhood with his mouth. His teeth grazed along your delicate spots, making you gasp and jerk towards him. His tongue would play with your clit until you were a panting, trembling mess before slipping past your folds to taste inside you.

He brought you to the edge of a climax two times before he decided he'd teased you enough. The entire time, you were torn between almost begging for him to let you finish and wondering how any of this could be considered quick. The third time he brought you up to the edge, he let out a low, inhuman growl. The vibrations were enough to push you right over and you wove your fingers though his hair and held him in place as you cried out. Your body spasmed under him and he continued to pleasure you mercilessly. He didn't stop until you had rode out the last wave of pleasure and were pushing him away. 

When he decided he was content with his work, he sat back on his heels and licked his lips.

"I can't remember the last time I felt this good." He had that same, almost drunk look on his face like before.

"That's all you wanted?" You asked quietly, basking in the afterglow.

"That's all I needed." He corrected you.

"What about that?" You pointed to his obvious erection, tenting his pants painfully.

"It'll go away." He let out a huff as he laid on top of you, making sure to place his head right between your breasts. "I'm good for now."

You felt drained of your energy but this time it wasn't nearly as bad. You were once again tired but you could make it through the rest of the day without sleeping more than you already had.

"You know what sounds great though?" Shanks asked as you scratched his head.

"What?"

"Lunch. I'm starving."

"God that sounds terrific." You groaned. "Do we wanna order delivery?"

He gave you a devilish grin that made your heart flutter. "Hell yes."