Incubus (1/3)
Incubus (1/3)
Author: dong-bang @ kiiteruno
Pairings: YunJae (technically JaeHo. Yeah you read that right :D). Minsu if you squint (not so hard). BFF!YunChun.
Rating: NC-17. This part, PG-13 for strong language and sexual content? :x
Genre: AU. Supernatural. College!verse. Chaptered (~2,100 words).
Warnings: Sex, bad words, the usual for me. Slight crack. Yoochun angsting over being the only straight male present once more.
Summary: Yunho has a nighttime visitor.
AN: Right! So, uh, originally this was supposed to be a one-shot, but the story got a little long so I decided to break it up into a couple of parts. I'm not sure exactly how long this will be but I swear it won't balloon like Porn Star. :D It really will only be two or three chapters.
Speaking of Porn Star, I haven't abandoned it. I'll be posting Incubus as a fun diversion between chapters of Porn Star. I'll work on it when I get the time. The reason everything's so behind has to do with my old laptop committing suicide and me having to get a new one. I lost a lot of my WIP's so that was a huge setback for me. :/ So I had to get back into the writing mood... eogihg anyway enjoy! :D
The first one to suggest it, in their little group of friends, was Junsu, which surprised pretty much everyone. Junsu wasn't exactly known for being the intellectual out of them (that was generally left up to Shim Changmin, Boy Genius). He wasn't one to think too deeply about life's mysteries; he chose instead to just accept whatever came at him. That wasn't to say he was stupid (okay, maybe just a little). He was just a person who enjoyed the simpler life.
This was pretty much exactly why everyone stared when he offered his suggestion for Yunho's little problem.
"Maybe it's an incubus."
Yunho's problem was simple: unexplained fatigue. He hadn't changed his routine, nor had he started a new exercise regiment or changed his diet. He was still getting the same amount of sleep, in the same bed, in the same tiny apartment just off campus that he'd been in for two years now. Absolutely nothing in his life had changed. And yet, he was absolutely, completely, inexplicably exhausted.
Changmin's first suggestion was the most obvious possibility: anemia. Yunho called up his parents back home and, in between promising them that Seoul was treating him just fine and no, no one had robbed him lately, he explained the need to get a physical done. They nearly went into a frenzy panicking over his health so he made up a lie about thinking of trying out for Junsu's soccer team (hah! yeah right). He only felt the slightest twinge of guilt when they gave him the go-ahead.
In the doctor's office, he explained his exhaustion and asked for a hemoglobin test. The doctor lady was quite accommodating and added a bit of blood work to his exam. He was less than pleased to receive the results in the mail a week later, assuring him that he was in excellent physical condition, with no noted problems, irregularities, or abnormalities in his blood work. No anemia.
Oh well. At least he didn't have any STD's, either.
Yoochun's solution was for Yunho to crash at his place for a night of binge-drinking and frozen pizza. It was the unhealthiest thing he'd done all year and while he was forced to admit he did feel better the next morning (despite the hangover clawing at his brain), the exhaustion came right back the very next day, heavy and bone-deep as ever. He could barely keep his eyes open in Astronomy, even with his gorgeous professor's tits nearly falling out of her very tight shirt.
When they finally got together in the cafeteria for lunch, Yunho had every intention of laying his poor little head down on their table and sleeping straight through the rest of the week.
"Still tired?" Changmin asked as Yunho's forehead connected with the processed wood and plastic. Trust Changmin to state the blatantly obvious.
"What gave it away?" Yunho sighed, rolling his head to the side to peer up at Changmin sitting across from him. The youngest had a pile of papers in front of him that he seemed to be grading in between shoveling bites from his extremely healthy (read: bland) salad into his mouth. "What're you doing?"
"Grading papers. He's the teaching assistant in English now," Yoochun answered for Changmin, flopping down next to Yunho at their table. He looked over the papers with an expression of disgust. "Does it ever hurt when you think about how much of a fucking teacher's pet you are?"
"Always. About as much as your ass hurts when you think of a cock exploring it," Changmin murmured absently, taking a moment to write some comment in bold, red ink on a student's paper. The frown on his face made it clear the comment wasn't complimentary; knowing Changmin, it probably read something along the lines of quit fucking failing at life and crack open a goddamn book. Just, you know, in polite terms.
Before Yoochun could respond with more than a frown Junsu showed up, dumping his bag next to Changmin and flopping down with barely a "hey guys." His attention was wholly absorbed by the game he was playing on his cell, the tip of his tongue peeking out between his lips as his thumb jabbed furiously at the buttons. He looked for all the world like a determined little kid and Yunho couldn't help smiling.
"What game is that?" He finally asked. Junsu made an incoherent grunt and then ignored him.
"Don't even bother." Yoochun shoveled food in his mouth, tucking it into his cheek to speak around it. "When he's playing one of those games it's impossible to get through to him."
Yunho nodded wordlessly, pillowing his head in his arms then as he contemplated how to get through the rest of the day. Maybe he'd just go home sick.
"Still exhausted, huh," Yoochun sighed, glancing at Yunho before going back to watching Changmin work. "Maybe you need to come back to my place for another round of binge drinking. It made you feel better for a while."
"I don't think turning into an alcoholic is the best way for Yunho to handle his exhaustion," Changmin mused, giving Yoochun a dry smile.
"It made him feel better for a day!"
"Maybe that had nothing to do with the beer."
"What else was different?" Yoochun frowned, looking at Yunho half-dozing on the table before shrugging. "Are you telling me cheap frozen pizza cured his exhaustion?"
"Yunho's still having problems?" Junsu spoke up, eyes never leaving his cell's screen. Changmin hummed an affirmative. "Huh. Maybe it's an incubus."
The other three chuckled and waited for Junsu to do the same. He didn't.
Yunho slowly sat back up, blinking across the table at Junsu before exchanging a glance with Yoochun, who shrugged wordlessly. Changmin set his pen down and peered at Junsu over the rim of his glasses, frowning.
"You're joking, right?"
"Of course not," Junsu mumbled, mashing the 5 button with his thumb. "He's exhausted when he sleeps at home but feels better when he crashes at someone else's place. The incubus is living at his house and so it can't be feeding off him when he's not there. So, Yunho wakes up feeling better. Makes sense to me."
The others lapsed into a short, awkward silence before Changmin replied. "... You can't be serious. Incubi don't exist."
"That's what you said about Santa, Changmin-ah. He just doesn't visit the non-believers." Junsu finally looked up from his phone, leaning in close to favor the youngest with a grin that bordered on lewd. "You just need some magic in your life."
Changmin let a crooked little smile stretch over his face as he turned back to grading papers. "Oh do I, hyung?"
"Uh huh."
"Changmin might need magic, but I'm gonna need some hot lesbian porn after this," Yoochun mused. Junsu stuck his tongue out at him and the four of them settled into a comfortable silence, Junsu busy with his game while Changmin graded papers and Yoochun ate.
And Yunho's mind wandered.
An incubus, huh?
:::
He had no intention of paying Junsu's suggestion any attention (seriously, what sane person would?) but when he sat down in front of his computer that evening his fingers did the thinking for him. In short order he had his web browser up, fingers hovering over the keys before he typed in the word and hit search.
An incubus (plural incubi) is a demon in male form supposed to lie upon sleepers, especially women, in order to have sexual intercourse with them, according to a number of mythological and legendary traditions. Its female counterpart is the succubus. An incubus may pursue sexual relations with a woman in order to father a child, as in the legend of Merlin. Religious tradition holds that repeated intercourse with an incubus or succubus may result in the deterioration of health, or even death.
"Deterioration of health," Yunho read aloud, tasting the words on his tongue. It's certainly a fitting explanation of what's happening to him. He scrolled down the page, searching out the section on banishing incubi and frowning at the talk of exorcisms and moving out. Finding a new apartment wasn't really a feasible option. Finding a priest to come perform an exorcism might be an option but when Yunho tried to imagine himself going to a church and asking them to banish an incubus from his apartment, the only reaction his brain allowed the priests to have was to laugh him out of the building.
He sat back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest as he mulled it over. Being tired and blaming it all on demons was certainly a ridiculous, medieval, naive, unenlightened reaction, but the fact remained that Yunho was exhausted and had no explanation as to why. As ludicrous as it was, Yunho had to admit to himself he was ready to try nearly anything.
His parents were devoutly religious, and while Yunho himself wasn't so sure how large of a role religion would play in his life, his mother hadn't let him leave home without a few symbols of their faith. He never got around to hanging them up and they were regulated into a box tucked into the back corner of his closet. He dug the box out, shoving old clothes and shoes out of the way before he spied his bible. He set it on his nightstand, also digging out an old wooden cross that he took a moment to hang on the wall above his headboard.
A voice was yammering away in the back of his head that this was ridiculous as he knelt next to his bed and said a quick prayer. If any of the others knew what he was doing he knew he'd never live it down. Sure, they wouldn't begrudge him having a faith (he was pretty sure Yoochun was more or less Christian and Junsu's family was pretty devout), but turning to said faith to banish a demon? A demon that most people were fairly sure was about as real as unicorns and manticores?
Whatever, it can't hurt, he mused to himself as he stripped down and crawled into bed. His eyes dropped shut almost immediately as his head hit the pillow and exhaustion claimed his consciousness.
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Yunho woke up with a hickey.
He didn't notice it at first. His alarm went off at six and he dragged himself out of bed into a hot shower, allowing the steam to ease some of the ache in his bones. He washed himself slowly and tried to tell himself he felt better today than he had yesterday (which, he was somewhat disappointed to note, wasn't the case).
After he shut off the water and wrapped a towel around himself he stood in front of the mirror, wiping steam from the glass while trying to decide if he needed a shave. It was then, as he peered at his reflection, that he caught sight of the massive bruising at the juncture of his neck and left shoulder.
He stared. Neat teeth marks were visible in the mix of purples and blues blooming across his skin. There was no question what it was; he'd had enough girlfriends and enough make-out sessions and enough sex in his life to know exactly what a hickey looked like. This was a hickey. It was a massive, fresh hickey. It also was a hickey that should not exist, as Yunho had no roommates, no significant others, and logical explanation for how it came to be.
"Fuck me," Yunho breathed as he gawked at himself in the mirror. Yoochun was gonna love this.
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Notes & Credits: Some of the stuff in this fic I stole blatantly off the 'net. :D The wiki-esque-sounding information Yunho looked up was indeed ripped straight from the Wikipedia entry on "incubus" (tho I removed the part about cold penises :/).
Author: dong-bang @ kiiteruno
Pairings: YunJae (technically JaeHo. Yeah you read that right :D). Minsu if you squint (not so hard). BFF!YunChun.
Rating: NC-17. This part, PG-13 for strong language and sexual content? :x
Genre: AU. Supernatural. College!verse. Chaptered (~2,100 words).
Warnings: Sex, bad words, the usual for me. Slight crack. Yoochun angsting over being the only straight male present once more.
Summary: Yunho has a nighttime visitor.
AN: Right! So, uh, originally this was supposed to be a one-shot, but the story got a little long so I decided to break it up into a couple of parts. I'm not sure exactly how long this will be but I swear it won't balloon like Porn Star. :D It really will only be two or three chapters.
Speaking of Porn Star, I haven't abandoned it. I'll be posting Incubus as a fun diversion between chapters of Porn Star. I'll work on it when I get the time. The reason everything's so behind has to do with my old laptop committing suicide and me having to get a new one. I lost a lot of my WIP's so that was a huge setback for me. :/ So I had to get back into the writing mood... eogihg anyway enjoy! :D
The first one to suggest it, in their little group of friends, was Junsu, which surprised pretty much everyone. Junsu wasn't exactly known for being the intellectual out of them (that was generally left up to Shim Changmin, Boy Genius). He wasn't one to think too deeply about life's mysteries; he chose instead to just accept whatever came at him. That wasn't to say he was stupid (okay, maybe just a little). He was just a person who enjoyed the simpler life.
This was pretty much exactly why everyone stared when he offered his suggestion for Yunho's little problem.
"Maybe it's an incubus."
Yunho's problem was simple: unexplained fatigue. He hadn't changed his routine, nor had he started a new exercise regiment or changed his diet. He was still getting the same amount of sleep, in the same bed, in the same tiny apartment just off campus that he'd been in for two years now. Absolutely nothing in his life had changed. And yet, he was absolutely, completely, inexplicably exhausted.
Changmin's first suggestion was the most obvious possibility: anemia. Yunho called up his parents back home and, in between promising them that Seoul was treating him just fine and no, no one had robbed him lately, he explained the need to get a physical done. They nearly went into a frenzy panicking over his health so he made up a lie about thinking of trying out for Junsu's soccer team (hah! yeah right). He only felt the slightest twinge of guilt when they gave him the go-ahead.
In the doctor's office, he explained his exhaustion and asked for a hemoglobin test. The doctor lady was quite accommodating and added a bit of blood work to his exam. He was less than pleased to receive the results in the mail a week later, assuring him that he was in excellent physical condition, with no noted problems, irregularities, or abnormalities in his blood work. No anemia.
Oh well. At least he didn't have any STD's, either.
Yoochun's solution was for Yunho to crash at his place for a night of binge-drinking and frozen pizza. It was the unhealthiest thing he'd done all year and while he was forced to admit he did feel better the next morning (despite the hangover clawing at his brain), the exhaustion came right back the very next day, heavy and bone-deep as ever. He could barely keep his eyes open in Astronomy, even with his gorgeous professor's tits nearly falling out of her very tight shirt.
When they finally got together in the cafeteria for lunch, Yunho had every intention of laying his poor little head down on their table and sleeping straight through the rest of the week.
"Still tired?" Changmin asked as Yunho's forehead connected with the processed wood and plastic. Trust Changmin to state the blatantly obvious.
"What gave it away?" Yunho sighed, rolling his head to the side to peer up at Changmin sitting across from him. The youngest had a pile of papers in front of him that he seemed to be grading in between shoveling bites from his extremely healthy (read: bland) salad into his mouth. "What're you doing?"
"Grading papers. He's the teaching assistant in English now," Yoochun answered for Changmin, flopping down next to Yunho at their table. He looked over the papers with an expression of disgust. "Does it ever hurt when you think about how much of a fucking teacher's pet you are?"
"Always. About as much as your ass hurts when you think of a cock exploring it," Changmin murmured absently, taking a moment to write some comment in bold, red ink on a student's paper. The frown on his face made it clear the comment wasn't complimentary; knowing Changmin, it probably read something along the lines of quit fucking failing at life and crack open a goddamn book. Just, you know, in polite terms.
Before Yoochun could respond with more than a frown Junsu showed up, dumping his bag next to Changmin and flopping down with barely a "hey guys." His attention was wholly absorbed by the game he was playing on his cell, the tip of his tongue peeking out between his lips as his thumb jabbed furiously at the buttons. He looked for all the world like a determined little kid and Yunho couldn't help smiling.
"What game is that?" He finally asked. Junsu made an incoherent grunt and then ignored him.
"Don't even bother." Yoochun shoveled food in his mouth, tucking it into his cheek to speak around it. "When he's playing one of those games it's impossible to get through to him."
Yunho nodded wordlessly, pillowing his head in his arms then as he contemplated how to get through the rest of the day. Maybe he'd just go home sick.
"Still exhausted, huh," Yoochun sighed, glancing at Yunho before going back to watching Changmin work. "Maybe you need to come back to my place for another round of binge drinking. It made you feel better for a while."
"I don't think turning into an alcoholic is the best way for Yunho to handle his exhaustion," Changmin mused, giving Yoochun a dry smile.
"It made him feel better for a day!"
"Maybe that had nothing to do with the beer."
"What else was different?" Yoochun frowned, looking at Yunho half-dozing on the table before shrugging. "Are you telling me cheap frozen pizza cured his exhaustion?"
"Yunho's still having problems?" Junsu spoke up, eyes never leaving his cell's screen. Changmin hummed an affirmative. "Huh. Maybe it's an incubus."
The other three chuckled and waited for Junsu to do the same. He didn't.
Yunho slowly sat back up, blinking across the table at Junsu before exchanging a glance with Yoochun, who shrugged wordlessly. Changmin set his pen down and peered at Junsu over the rim of his glasses, frowning.
"You're joking, right?"
"Of course not," Junsu mumbled, mashing the 5 button with his thumb. "He's exhausted when he sleeps at home but feels better when he crashes at someone else's place. The incubus is living at his house and so it can't be feeding off him when he's not there. So, Yunho wakes up feeling better. Makes sense to me."
The others lapsed into a short, awkward silence before Changmin replied. "... You can't be serious. Incubi don't exist."
"That's what you said about Santa, Changmin-ah. He just doesn't visit the non-believers." Junsu finally looked up from his phone, leaning in close to favor the youngest with a grin that bordered on lewd. "You just need some magic in your life."
Changmin let a crooked little smile stretch over his face as he turned back to grading papers. "Oh do I, hyung?"
"Uh huh."
"Changmin might need magic, but I'm gonna need some hot lesbian porn after this," Yoochun mused. Junsu stuck his tongue out at him and the four of them settled into a comfortable silence, Junsu busy with his game while Changmin graded papers and Yoochun ate.
And Yunho's mind wandered.
An incubus, huh?
:::
He had no intention of paying Junsu's suggestion any attention (seriously, what sane person would?) but when he sat down in front of his computer that evening his fingers did the thinking for him. In short order he had his web browser up, fingers hovering over the keys before he typed in the word and hit search.
An incubus (plural incubi) is a demon in male form supposed to lie upon sleepers, especially women, in order to have sexual intercourse with them, according to a number of mythological and legendary traditions. Its female counterpart is the succubus. An incubus may pursue sexual relations with a woman in order to father a child, as in the legend of Merlin. Religious tradition holds that repeated intercourse with an incubus or succubus may result in the deterioration of health, or even death.
"Deterioration of health," Yunho read aloud, tasting the words on his tongue. It's certainly a fitting explanation of what's happening to him. He scrolled down the page, searching out the section on banishing incubi and frowning at the talk of exorcisms and moving out. Finding a new apartment wasn't really a feasible option. Finding a priest to come perform an exorcism might be an option but when Yunho tried to imagine himself going to a church and asking them to banish an incubus from his apartment, the only reaction his brain allowed the priests to have was to laugh him out of the building.
He sat back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest as he mulled it over. Being tired and blaming it all on demons was certainly a ridiculous, medieval, naive, unenlightened reaction, but the fact remained that Yunho was exhausted and had no explanation as to why. As ludicrous as it was, Yunho had to admit to himself he was ready to try nearly anything.
His parents were devoutly religious, and while Yunho himself wasn't so sure how large of a role religion would play in his life, his mother hadn't let him leave home without a few symbols of their faith. He never got around to hanging them up and they were regulated into a box tucked into the back corner of his closet. He dug the box out, shoving old clothes and shoes out of the way before he spied his bible. He set it on his nightstand, also digging out an old wooden cross that he took a moment to hang on the wall above his headboard.
A voice was yammering away in the back of his head that this was ridiculous as he knelt next to his bed and said a quick prayer. If any of the others knew what he was doing he knew he'd never live it down. Sure, they wouldn't begrudge him having a faith (he was pretty sure Yoochun was more or less Christian and Junsu's family was pretty devout), but turning to said faith to banish a demon? A demon that most people were fairly sure was about as real as unicorns and manticores?
Whatever, it can't hurt, he mused to himself as he stripped down and crawled into bed. His eyes dropped shut almost immediately as his head hit the pillow and exhaustion claimed his consciousness.
///
Yunho woke up with a hickey.
He didn't notice it at first. His alarm went off at six and he dragged himself out of bed into a hot shower, allowing the steam to ease some of the ache in his bones. He washed himself slowly and tried to tell himself he felt better today than he had yesterday (which, he was somewhat disappointed to note, wasn't the case).
After he shut off the water and wrapped a towel around himself he stood in front of the mirror, wiping steam from the glass while trying to decide if he needed a shave. It was then, as he peered at his reflection, that he caught sight of the massive bruising at the juncture of his neck and left shoulder.
He stared. Neat teeth marks were visible in the mix of purples and blues blooming across his skin. There was no question what it was; he'd had enough girlfriends and enough make-out sessions and enough sex in his life to know exactly what a hickey looked like. This was a hickey. It was a massive, fresh hickey. It also was a hickey that should not exist, as Yunho had no roommates, no significant others, and logical explanation for how it came to be.
"Fuck me," Yunho breathed as he gawked at himself in the mirror. Yoochun was gonna love this.
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Notes & Credits: Some of the stuff in this fic I stole blatantly off the 'net. :D The wiki-esque-sounding information Yunho looked up was indeed ripped straight from the Wikipedia entry on "incubus" (tho I removed the part about cold penises :/).