Incubus Kiss

1. Creature

... a nauseating scent of dying roses.

You're mine, Adrian.

****

Sweating down the chin he carried the tool box back to the crafted space of his mini-van. He cleaned his face with his knuckles, and looked to the woman with a business-like smile. "Ma'am, the vehicle's repaired."

A hard frowning face closed the door immediately, the taxing smile faded away.

"Snobs." Adrian ripped the delivery documents, purposely leaving them in the mansion's geometrical garden.

He entered the old mini-van, peeking at the rearview mirror to clear the dirty oil from his forehead. Two deep blue eyes stared at a tanned face and natural blond hair. The van started with a sharp striking noise, similar to a cat's meow.

"Don't worry, Natasha, I'll heal you up." These words were spoken while he tenderly caressed the steering wheel.

****

Adrian shifted the tool box close to the engine. "Let's get you rocking." He wore his thick gloves with dirty mechanic overalls. Touching here and there, he replaced two gasoline conductor tubes.

"Hey, Adrian, I need ya' help," said his chief, glancing over at the sweaty worker.

"In a minute!" He stood up and gazed at the worn-out van. Her lifespan was a couple of days more. Daily trips over the asphalt pushed the "mini-Natasha" to deadly exhaustion. The iron scrapheap seemed to be its near ending destiny. Slightly depressed, he went to attend to his chief's needs.

Surprises rushed their ways, as an unknown presence made its entrance.
"I'm here, what do you need me for?"

"Adrian, this man is Mr. Edan Gray. He's here to inspect your work."
The smooth steel man made him shrug, in a mist of fear and anticipation.

"Hello," he pronounced stuttering although it went unnoticed.

Mr. Gray remained quiet, studying Adrian through his clear grey eyes. Adrian didn’t know how to respond to the other’s “attentiveness”. Feeling like a petri dish, analyzed to its tiniest detail, he adverted his eyes to the beige carpet. His boss exchanged a few whispered words with Mr. Gray, but neither said anything to him for long minutes.
“Excuse me then.” Adrian went away and heard no words of protest. Creepy was the only word that popped in his mind.

His jam-packed locker closed forcefully, he took the clean clothes. Taking a bath after a full day of work was bliss.
The lukewarm water rushed onto his shoulders, while he scrubbed his defined biceps. He let the water embrace him in a tender caress. Adrian was the only one there, since he worked till late night. He had no time at home, so why not do it here? He never actually considered it because it seemed a bit too... personal, but now was not the time to get wary of his surroundings.

Closing his eyes, he reached his shaft, stroking it slightly against his palm, while his fingers pressed the tip in a repetitive move. The member became half-hard and he continued to scrub it gently, water dripping down. The rhythm increased and he worked his fingers around the throbbing head, tenderly arousing the hard length. Adrian's hand reached for the sacks, squeezing them tightly as he felt the tension bottle inside of him. The soap budged across his member's skin leaving a slippery trail. He teased the shaft with precum, his other hand rubbed his muscular body in a pleasurable anxiety. He curled his toes as a shiver ran down his spine. His blond hair, sticking to his face, felt soft to the skin.

It started to build inside of him. He groaned against the icy wall, feet trembling from the tormenting masturbation. He jerked, moaning harshly in the air, his seed falling onto the shower's floor, rapidly cleaned into the drain.

He stayed there, with a trail of feverish water running down his skin; relaxing his mind and body under the private shower.

****

His sore muscles protested from the exhaustive day. Today, Natasha was left in the iron scrapheap to be literally crushed. He knew she had no time left after the last trip even if he replaced a few pieces. Sadness stroked him a little as he felt the departure from his loving mate. His thoughts wandered to the crafty mini-van, thinking maybe there was a solution, maybe she could be repaired… maybe pigs would fly.

Although that wasn't the only thing worrying him. Today he felt like he was being watched, but no one was watching him when he looked around. Creepy.

Closing the locker with unusual strength, he carried dirty clothes in a plastic bag, hanging over his shoulders. He checked the closed doors, securing the broad chains in the main doorway with metallic echoes. Dizzy from the incoming sleep, he caressed his wet hair.

"Excuse me," a voice whispered from the shaded office. Alarmed, Adrian tripped searching for the source of the murmur.

Small grey eyes glittered next to the chief's leather chair, a tidy suit slowly appearing in the moonlight.

"Mr. Gray, w-what are you still doing here?" His voice shivered vacillating from the unwanted surprise.

"I had some business to attend to."

"I see, well, you came in the right time, I was almost closing up." A stiff smile ran across Adrian's lips. The callous man reached the distance between the two bodies.

"Mr. Adrian."

"Yesss?" Adrian drawled, attempting to hide his nervousness. Unsuccessfully though, his trembling hands gave him away instantly.

"I ask for your help in a case. You see, a car came last week, its engine made a high noise."

"It can be a ton of problems; I'll give it a closer look tomorrow," Adrian observed the man, hoping he had kept some respectfulness in his words. He didn't like Mr. Gray.

"Do you have some time?"

"What, now?" He studied Mr. Gray's expression carefully, not knowing how to escape the forceful invitation. "If it doesn't take long."

"Come with me," the determined man replied.
They descended through the elevator, to the lower level of the shop. All his day passed in a rush, escaping through his fingers, but now he was trapped in an endless minute. Adrian felt the moisture stick to his tank top.

"It's here," Mr. Gray said with a swift movement towards a 1990 Seat Cordoba. Dropping the bag on the concrete, Adrian reached to the hoot with his light blue eyes full of obsession. Cars were his playground since he was little, resisting was impossible.

The gasoline conductor tubes were damaged... just like the mini-van's. It was a scattered car. Not problematic in a way where there was no solution; problematic because the revealed problem had raised tremendous suspicions in Adrian's head.

"The tubes are in bad shape, it just needs new ones." Keeping his coolness, he pulled a large spanner with a tight grip. "Mr. Gray what do you really want from me?"

A dark grin glided in Edan's lips. His steel eyes explored Adrian's body.

"Clever. But not that clever," the pale lips pronounced. The man caught Adrian between his arms, against the car's engine.

"What are you doing?" Adrian resisted the best he could in the tight space. Even though he had great strength, the man didn't move an inch.

Edan's lips searched softly for Adrian's jaw line as he kissed feverishly down the chin, leaving a moist trail. Adrian felt his skin crawl and shiver at the other's hunger. Fire tingled in the man's eyes as he saw Adrian's reaction to the sucking on his neck.

A sharp noise indicated Adrian that Mr. Gray had closed the hood.

Be mine.

Soft murmurs rumbled in his brain, casting a spell on the resistant prey. A blush stroke his cheeks, Adrian faltered in surprise. Skilled fingers travelled under the old shirt, exploring a nipple. Adrian arched his head, moaning involuntarily. Edan presented his tongue to the other's shoulder, biting the firm skin. Adrian curled his hands in the hood, stretching his arms in full length. Their groins rubbed harshly against each other, a lump arising in Adrian's pants. The pleasure grew steadily, responding to the lustful arousal. A hand massaged the lump, playing with the half-hard member twitching underneath.

Be mine, Adrian.

More sweet words invaded, blending him in the scent of dying roses. The man leaned to his ear, sucking the lobe in experienced circles. A trail of saliva dripped from Adrian's mouth, he felt lost in the other's possession. The throbbing shaft against Adrian's thigh was eagerly waiting for the male's acceptance. A rough kiss was placed on his cherry lips. Adrian closed his eyes, his mouth being ravaged by a slippery tongue. It was torture to fight such tormenting pleasure. His hands itched to grasp the grey coat. He still felt the heat in his cheeks, knowing the flustered, faint blush was still evident to the growling man. Edan chuckled at the sight of Adrian's delicate features. He bit down on Adrian's neck until a purple mark developed, showing his ownership. The hands that roamed across Adrian's abdomen left in a split second. The burning tongue twirling on the neckline pulled away from the heavily breathing Adrian. Edan leaned over, his breath in Adrian's white blond hair.

"Beg."

The whisper ringing in his ears played sickly in his blood, a spell cast upon Adrian's mind to bend him to the beast.

"M-More…" Adrian replied in a low moan, aware of the emptiness in the grey eyes. Temptation made him ache with the desire for warm skin. Edan smirked victoriously and approached the male ripping the tank top, exposing the defined worked abdominals. Adrian's legs crumpled as he fell into the man's embrace, his legs folded on the floor, his back against the car's lights.

Lips grasped the other lips with fierce passion. A hand worked on Adrian's length, teasing the shaft's tip under the thick jeans. Edan pushed the mechanic to the cold concrete, his raw fingers against cream skin. He unzipped Adrian's pants, where tight boxes kept the hard length captive. A small runic tattoo appeared on his skin, as Edan exposed the shaft to his satisfaction.

He stroked it against his palm, squeezing the flesh slightly. Adrian gasped, his silky hair sliding to the sides, revealing the sweaty trails down his back. A grin rolled on Edan's lips. The view of the naked male burned his desire harder into his tainted thoughts.

"Beg for me to fuck you."

Adrian felt a massive blush invade his cheeks when he heard the dominant order. The fingers working his shaft's head stopped as the steel man chuckled observing the flustered reaction. The mechanic's body started to feel blank without the electric fingers roaming across his skin. At the beginning, only a cry was audible, but soon Adrian begged shyly, shivering in the ground.

"Please! Please fuck me!"

How far would he fall to feel the pleasure extinguished?
The malicious beast covered one finger with black oil, raising Adrian's rear. His mouth, covered again by the other's mouth, was licked, sucked and bit. The oiled finger entered just an inch, the slippery oil plunging down his thighs, slightly lifted unconsciously without his noticing. Adrian trembled, his shaft dripping a pool of precum on his stomach. He groaned in the humid air, while hickey marks were spread on his hipbones.

The finger nudged his entry, reaching further, touching his sweet spot, causing a slight aching pleasure in his lower body. The finger curled inside, provoking incoherent words from Adrian's clenched lips. He gripped his teeth, separating the lips apart, his pleasure audible from his drooling mouth, burning him deeply beyond repair.

Another finger pressed against his ass, Edan smirking and hardening from playing with Adrian's body. His mouth licked the vein in Adrian's neck, leaving a moist line and the strong perfume of dying roses.

"Ready?"

The man dropped his pants, revealing the hard shaft, throbbing veins, a colossal size compared to Adrian's entry. Slightly panicking, Adrian closed his eyes, nodding silently at the hungry man. His legs were spread and he felt the tip nudge inside, making its way in. A cry was lost in the air, as Adrian arched his head. Edan's hand gripped Adrian's hair with vicious strength, while the other hand lifted Adrian onto his lap, filling him with his shaft till the end. A loud moan escaped Adrian's lips, his legs shacking from the forceful member. The muscles tightened, trying to keep the hard shaft out. Edan started to move Adrian, who jerked, digging his nails in the other's shoulders.

Soon, the rhythm improved and the pleasure claimed its place engulfing the pain in its depths.