Hoseok's Cabin

@Jung Hoseok The smoke was working. Good. His spine tingled softly when a wave of arousal hit him. A helpless victim falling prey to his tactics. Just the way it should be. A hum passes through his lips, from his throat and he can't help but smile even more devilishly. "Oh, but you did, my dear," he smiled, thin fingers gently splaying against a very warm cheek. "You didn't... exactly... but your soul did." Large red eyes blinked at the male's next words. Hunting foxes? Did her not seriously see the large black wings, the curling horns or the forked tail whipping around behind him? Did he not take Yuuki seriously? He was utterly.. confused. The smoke was to throw away normal inhibitions and allow yourself to get lost in your deepest, darkest fantasies. Was it... not working like it was supposed to? His mouth went slack just a bit when he noticed the daze in the other's eyes. It was working, the male was in the daze... but... why?

His world spins for a moment and Yuuki bristled, viciously, when he noticed he had been shoved onto the ground. He landed unceremoniously on his backside, his wings fluttering and tail whipping behind him. "What was that for?!" He hissed, obviously not happy with the way he was shoved off of the bed. But something happened that Yuuki wasn't expecting -- he was invited to bed to... sleep. This male was insane. Demon or not, his mental state was unstable. Yuuki looked at the other male with wide eyes, shock evident on hos face. "Are you insane?" He finally asked, unsure if the male was really unstable or not. Usually the prey would easily allow Yuuki to fulfill fantasies that only he could fulfill. Only things that Yuuki would want to hear. But then there was this guy. "The ? There's no one else here for miles!" He almost yells at the other male, his voice high pitched as he goes wide eyed at the male. Yep, he was insane. With a very harsh inhale he scoffs, retracting the wings and horns, almost painfully and rolls his eyes. "If I do this, I want to be fed a bit right now." He needed to compromise with this creature before he died to hunger.

Yuuki can't help the intense stare at the sleepy male, his cheeks puffing out a bit at his own annoyance. His stomach grumbled softly as a protest -- "give me food now, or the pain will come". The last time he ignored his hunger, well, let's just say that the pain was much much worse than anything he had ever imagined. And he becomes so ravenous. With a very loud huff he grabs the blanket and stands up, hand on his hip. "Give me something to eat, the maybe I'll return the blanket to you." He matched that impish smirk of the other, chin raised just a bit. He hadn't even noticed the dark whip-like energy wrapping around his ankle and tugging, making him lose his balance. He stumbled forward until his upper body fell flat onto the mattress. "THE HELL?!" He screamed, looking back to his ankle at the strange... thing.

He had no choice at this point. With a growl, he climbed into the bed, fully clothed with his shoes on, and whipped the blanket around their bodies. The tether around his ankle remained as he laid facing the demon, his face taut in an angry expression. "Feed. Me," he demanded, grabbing the other by the front of his shirt and pulled him close. "And then release me."

@Yuuki While it’s true that Hoseok has yet to even pass his fiftieth year, he’s got the mouth of a one hundred year old sailor. It’s no wonder why fury felt itself murking around his stomach when he laid eyes on Yuuki. There was no particular reason in all honesty, he just felt annoyed by most people. Okay, almost every single person in the world including himself. “I called you? Yeah, right. I don’t have friends.” Now, he did have a few out there, but surely none that would transport into the snowy ice lands solely for meeting up with him. The longer Yuuki sits before him, the sooner Hoseok’s arms cross over his chest. “For me? Okkkaayyy, riiiiight. What, did you come hunting for foxes too?” That was the main source of animal meat around here. Even in his dazed state, it seems that Hoseok just isn’t buying this story. He’s no pushover, that’s for sure.

He still likely won’t remember tonight when he awoke once more, but there’s a pair of narrow eyes and one of the most intense grimaces on his face when Yuuki goes for a kiss, even grinding down onto his lap until they were laying on the bed. Hoseok’s quite young still and he’s not a fan of being woken up for nonsense, so when Yuuki asks for his desires, Hoseok shoves the other off and onto the ground. “Go back to sleep, idiot. You’re not getting anything like that tonight, so you better go next door.” Had Hoseok been properly awake, he would realize there was no next door neighbors around this place. Instead of ambling back into sleep mode, he whips his head back towards the incubus, just glaring until his voice lowers into it’s usual hoarse tone. “Bring the blanket back and you can sleep with me on the bed. You won’t get a treat until you prove yourself worthy of that much.” Had he realized Yuuki was merely there for a feeding, he probably would have given in. Honestly, he really would have dominated the other in bed had it not been for this weird dust coating his throat. However, Yuuki brought out something much different than the usual demonic being; he found his comedic side, if it could be called that.

“I want you to come here.” Hands thumped on the space beside him and Hoseok decided that he’s not quite in the mood for games as his hand raises. A species almost all it’s own, Hoseok’s powers centered around darkness. It’s a physical manifestation of the night which appears between his fingertips, a thick whip-like fabric which snaps around Yuuki’s ankle as to tug the incubus like his own slave. “Get the blanket and come into my arms. Then maybe I’ll tell you a fantasy of mine.” There’s an impish smirk on the demon’s face and, man, had he been properly awake, he would be proud of himself. It’s been awhile since he smiled and felt alive, even in a sinful way like this.

@Jung Hoseok It was endearing, really, watching the boy try to rub at his own eyes. Yes, boy. Because he did not have a soul, aged like fine wine, hidden beneath his flesh. He was fairly new. And just like fairly new wine, one must allow it to ferment and liven up so the alcohol content is just... right. But Yuuki had no time for games at this point. He cared little of the after taste of this soul, knowing full well that it would sting the palate of his tongue and give him that satisfying burn he had been craving. Yuuki could visibly seen the male's eyes fog up. Good. The smoke was working... is going to work. "Because you called me," he hummed, a purr emanating from his throat. His once pitch black hair slowly started to change into his naturally unnatural pink shade, violent and bright to the eyes. As he ducked down to get a closer look at the prey beneath him, he smirked to himself. " pretty irises~" The way he cooed was like music. Everything about him was pure... enrapturement.

With a soft hum, he pulled back, applying weight to the other male's hips. A pierced tongue darted out from between rosy lips and swiped across his bottom lip. Such decadence... such power. His skin crawled with the need to feed. "I am here solely for you," he whispered, hands reaching back to pluck one of his feathers. The glistening black of the feather shone almost like liquid tar in the dim lighting. Yuuki's attention turned to the feather in his hand and he smirked. "You have no idea what your soul is saying right now, do you?" His pink head tilted to the side a bit.

Without warning, Yuuki ground down against the male's hips, his forked tail whipping violently behind him. The blanket. That would need to go. A sinister smirk came from somewhere in the incubus' chest as he lifted his hips and pulled the blanket out from under him with a violent jerk. His gloved hand threw the blanket to some damned corner in the room. "There will be no need for that," he sighed, eyes finally raking down the front side of his victims body. A thunk brow raised. "Looks like someone enjoys keeping fit, huh~?" It was a rhetorical question, but one that could be answered. Red orbs played dangerously at the hem of the male's long sleeve shirt, lifted just slightly for him to see a patch of exquisite skin.

His mouth watered.

"What do you want?" He asked, visibly out of breath at this point. The need to feed was overwhelming him, and if he didn't devour someone soon, he was going to end up a tamed cat at the hands of a very cruel master. The Incubu laid down atop the male, arms curling around the back of the Demons neck, and his voice in the other's ear. "Tell me what you want, and I'll give it to you. All your dirty fantasies will come true tonight." That was a line used on so many of his victims that by now, the embarrassing sentences were mere reflex. He didn't think about them anymore. Especially when he was in such a ravenous state as he.

@Yuuki “Day one thousand, four hundred and sixty three.” Over three years of living in this desolate wasteland and Hoseok doesn’t feel any more alive than the day after he moved in. Admittedly, decorating the place and lifting heavy boxes had him zazzed. Too bad that only lasted for one afternoon years ago. If anything, maybe that was a sign that he should move into a new home simply so he could pack and unpack boxes. Maybe it would be like taking a hit of heroin, always wanting that initial rush and never being able to attain it. The demon grumbled such thoughts away and out of his mind, figuring that it’s already poisonous enough that he’s still alive and walking. His last leg isn’t too strong -the one keeping him metaphorically walking- so he falls into bed with a groan. What to do with this never ending lifetime… Hoseok didn’t have many friends and if he did, they were s who were almost more toxic than the cigarettes and alcohol they guzzled down at clubs. That sort of excitement reeked of artificial flavors similar to those in boxed lemon cakes.

Laid into bed with a simple pair of black and red, plaid pajama bottoms and a long sleeved shirt, Hoseok rested in ‘peace.’ Considering slumber was the only time he could fathom being dead, well, sleep made him very happy, alright? It wasn’t often that the snow drizzled from the dark skies so silently without intense winds, so Hoseok slept in complete silence for once. Well, other than a soft breath regulated throughout the night, his chest still rising and falling in line like white noise.

Had Hoseok been awake, he would have been standing out in the snow already, knee deep but also with his rapier drawn. Unlike other demons who simply abused their powers or claws, Hoseok stuck beside a trusty sword. The weapon never betrayed him, perhaps feeding off of the demon’s misguided and likely hopeless core. Nevertheless, he is still bundled up under blankets, unaware of the heels clacking towards his bedroom. Perhaps a large cabin wasn’t best, especially not after all the murder movies Hoseok had witnessed alone in the cabin. Admittedly, he is deathly afraid of jump scares in films. Reality was far scarier than a flick, yes, but there’s just something about movies with suspenseful background music which life couldn’t supply. If only he could skip to the beat of his own step like they did in romance movies, comedies, action… He always held such thoughts when watching them, going as far as to touch the screens despite knowing it’ll never be quite tangible for a demon like him, destined for nothing.

Instead of the usual winds hurling themselves into the side of his cabin as a wake up call, a voice rings out. That alone should have been alarming enough for Hoseok to his claws into the source. Actually, his eyes popped open and mouth opened for some sort of vulgar language yet something else caught in his throat. Coughs and gags follow immediately, hands up against his throat as if that could save him from whatever freaky fairy man this was in front of him. Hoseok had seen a dusty aura around him before his eyes fell into a daze, so it’s no wonder he assumed this being was a fairy. If only he realized that this was in fact an incubus. Too little, too late. He’s a bit of a rag doll at this point, knuckles rubbing sleepily at the corners of his eyes until Hoseok ends up staring straight at the other being in his room. Silver eyes pierced into the other, but he only remained still, only brushing his raven colored locks back out of his face. “What?” Already, he’s having trouble connecting dots. Why was this person here? Well, I must have let him in just now...right? Hoseok’s mind muddled some explanation as to why the incubus sat in front of him yet there was one question he couldn’t answer. “Why did you come?”

@Jung Hoseok As sharp as his senses were at that moment, he was crazed. This soul was calling to him, begging, "I'm here, I've here, please...". Who was he to ignore it? The call of the soul was pulling him, pulling him, and faster than he'd ever flown before he was there, ripping open another void and stepping into the soft glow of light. The atmosphere was somehow cold, his more than revealed body shivering slightly under the cold air around him. His red eyes glanced around the room.

A kitchen. Great. He ended up in a freaking kitchen. With a sigh to himself he rolled his eyes. For someone that normally wore heels while in his real form, his footsteps were surprisingly quiet. He walked like he was born in six inch stilettos, tall and confident, not missing a beat. His slender legs looked even longer when he pulled on the knee length boots, and the strap pair of too-short shorts made them look like they went on into eternity.

The scent had him stopping in front of a door in the hallway, the last door on the left, and he turned rhe knob with the utmost care ensuring he did not wake his sleep meal. Once the door was pushed open, and his eyes fell on the sleeping figure, bundled up beneath covers, he smirked to himself. A toothy smirk that would mean danger to any sane being. Before he knew it, he was hovering over the other, slender fingers pulling back the covers to reveal the most adorable sleeping faceever -- his eyebrows were knit together and Yuuki knew this was the owner of that soul. His dark hair fanned out over the pillow and Yuuki had to silence his laughter. Oh, how his stomach ached to devour this male's soul.

"Wake up," he whispered, dipping down to giggle in the male's ear. As he did so, his wings ruffled and smoke emitted from between the feathers. The smoke itself was used as a sort of memory eraser, working 99% of the time. It was that very slight 1% he had to watch out for. Have them remember and it could spell trouble for the both of them. An attraction that pulled Yuuki to the other and a mystique that piques the other's interest. A volatile thing it was to get involved with an incubus.


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@Jung Hoseok | Night came and went in the blink of an eye and the Incubus was too sullen and so very tired to move a muscle from his plush sheets. The Earthly world had it pitfalls and good things -- satin sheets and down feathered pillows being one of them. Having spent almost twenty-four hours in bed, the being finally decided to move. When the moonlight hit him just right, he sprouted wings and his body came "alive". Lucifer had always fancied him for his curvy body, despite the male appendages that hung from him. But he was glorified nonetheless. He was praised for his work and often times pampered by the Prince himself. But that glory was short lived once Azrael became "Yuuki". It was a persona he had to shrug on, like a worn coat, and he dropped it whenever it was time to feed. The last time he ate was almost seventy-two hours ago, thanks to his manager begging him to do a photoshoot out of country. Flying was tiring and he finally understood the term "jet lagged" that people used almost too often.

When he finally sat up amongst his satin sheets, red eyes glowed, and sharp canines protruded from his lips. Incubi were often mistaken for Vampires, the trait of sharp teeth making them look alike, but nothing could touch an Incubi. Not a Vampires intelligence. Not how long they lived. Not even their beauty. The thing with Incubi was that they could disguise themselves amongst the common folk and drop the persona at a dime. But it took energy to hold together their true selves, energy he was severely lacking at the moment. His body almost seemed to glitter in the moonlight, his hair providing for very thin modesty. He needed to get dressed. And, yes, Incubi wear clothes. They don't just appear out of thin air. They're not wizards.

Yuuki has no sense of "ness". Lucifer used to make him walk around in the for everyone to see, and put him on display. It was nothing to him after all those years. So prying eyes in the next building over could watch all they want. Specifically the male on the thirtieth floor with the telescope pointed into his thirty-first floor bedroom. Yeah, he can see you clearly. And might he add: your soul wrecks of putridness. The one time he decided to indulge the male's dirtiest desires, it ended with a lackluster performance and Yuuki's belly still growling. He needed something meatier, something with a lot more... spice. His favourite type of souls were ones that held onto grudges, those who had malice laces into their very being. Oh, those were the most delicious. They were hearty and smooth, yet with a kick to just... make you sit back and think about your own life.

With a soft sigh, he padded across the white carpet flooring to his adjourned bathroom and then past that to his enormous walk in closet. There was something so amazing about clothes -- so many different styles and colours and attitudes. This was his secret passion... clothing. In the back of his closet, though, is where he kept his more... risque... clothes. The ones no sane person would be caught dead in. Let alone out in public. But he did. Well, not that it was a problem, he was usually just a blur to people, a cloud of smoke. Incubi had this habit of coming and going as they please, and bringing along with them a cloud of smoke. Something like teleportation, but not entirely true. Seeing as how it was Azrael doing this, he could, quite literally, tear open time and move between it, easily getting from one place to another. Bit, again, that took up too much energy, which he didn't have much of at the moment. He had enough to "jump" once, trusting his nose will lead him to a reliable food source.

Shrugging on what seemed to be a full leather ensemble, Yuuki tore open time right in his closet and stepped through. The void was black and swirling, his only guide was the many souls that seemed to have their own essence here. Yuuki took a deep breath, his lungs filling with the faint scent of souls, crying out for his attention. But none had that spicy kick he needed to fully recharge himself.

He took a few steps into the void before suddenly stilling. His ruby red orbs widened at the scent, his nostrils flaring. His skin prickled with the spicy scent. It was a foreboding soul whose self destructive nature was slowly killing it. It was a cycle of hurting themself and then trying to find themself. It was a lost soul, yet so unbearably familiar in undertone he almost missed it -- Demon. It was a Demon. But not one that came from the Fall. No... this one was... younger. More vulnerable. Yuuki's mouth watered at the taste that lingered on his tongue.

It. Was. Addicting.

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