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Your name is Dave Strider sex god— your title and job description. Well maybe not a sex god, more along the lines of a sex demon. But the life of a devil is unironically lonely and you don't know if you can deal with it anymore.
==> Jump to earlier and make more sense
It is now earlier in the day, which for you means two in the afternoon. A particularly loud door slam from the apartment next door finally wakes you up from your slumber. Tossing and turning you try futilely to reclaim the sleep you were just rudely shaken from. But its no use, you're up and that’s how its going to stay sadly.
Feeble sunlight oozes from your half shut blinds barely illuminates your dim room, but it made no difference to you—light or pitch dark—either way you saw perfectly. Even bright sun was no match for you, along with the pair of sunglasses that never left your side. Which were not actually at your sides at the moment, whatever, they couldn’t of gone too far.
Shuffling you make your way to your dinky bathroom and flick on the light. Staring back at you from the slightly dingy mirror is your own reflection dominated by your piercing unnatural red eyes. You wished you could say these eyes were but a genetic mutation, like you were an albino or something, anything to rationally explain them. But you cant explain them and you never will be able too.
You weren’t what anyone would typically call normal. Not by a long shot. Lucky for you, you were born to the not-so-noble and the not-so-prestigious race of demons called Incubi or Succubi if you were referring to your pair of sisters.
The quick and easy way of it was your kind feed off of humans to live and ingest that energy during sex. Just a bunch of big sexy leeches, that’s what you guys were. God that thought would make you love yourself real quick. Oh wait, you were lying. You kind of actually hate yourself.
But away from that topic. So the way you catch your—guh, you don’t want to say prey because it always ends up sounding like you hurt them or something, which you can do, but that’s a different part of the game—so when you catch your 'lunch' as you call it, it is with these very eyes you hate so much. One locked gaze with your pretty peepers and anyone is as good as yours. Add a few smooth lines and a final glance over your darken shades and they're like putty in your hands.
Truly its not beyond your persuasive power to technically get anything you want: money, power, fame. But no, you choose to stay in this crap one bed and bath apartment. The one place in this whole entire city where you don’t have to be David Strider. David Strider. David fucking Strider. You can just, for a few hours at a time be Dave Nothing, Dave Nobody, Dave No-one Cares About, just... normal dave for once.
If only it could be that easy though. A mans got to eat if he doesn’t want to die, and no matter how angsty you may get, dying is the last thing on your to do list.
Once again you lock eyes with your mirror-self, grimacing a bit. In this bright lighting you still couldn’t pass for a freak human even if you tried—your eyes were slitted like a cats and at the moment were half contracted making them ever farther from human as possible.
Finally breaking eye contact with yourself you busy your hands fixing your short white-blonde hair until it fell into something that at least looked halfway stylish, washing your face, and finally brushing your pearly whites.
Rummaging around the pile of clothes you call a laundry—which happened to be conveniently located in the middle of your bedroom floor—you actually managed to find some clean clothes. A pair of dark jeans and an underground white band tee was good enough for what you had planned. On second thought you find your leather jacket and throw that on too, it may be March but it was still waay to cold for your southern blood.
Now, time to go find you some food.
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Same motions different details. Routine becomes habit, which in turn begets unchanging boredom and stagnation. And stagnation in the end only means death. You think you were dying.
Fuck. Stop thinking like that.
Stop it.
...Fine.
Today would have been a lot easier if you had scheduled a lunch date, but no go, so it seems fast food it was. It happened to be about 3:30 now—so too early for the bars and too late for the lunch crowd, where to check today?
Your train of thought was interrupted from the rich smell wafting from the coffee house you had just walked past. Coffee shop? Good enough, haven’t had one from there in a while. Within a few quick steps you found yourself plunged into dim darkness of the cafe, your shades not helping in the least bit, but within a few moments your eyes had adjusted properly and everything was clear once again. You step to the right of the entrance to get a better look at the selection available to you, and you didn’t mean the coffee.
It was easy to spot which individuals were single or were what you desired. Your sense of smell was also a great deal of help. With a conscious effort you could smell which person has had sex recently, how frequently, and most importantly if they were clean or not. Sometimes you could even smell their health habits too: how often one showered or brushed, exercised or smoked, these small factors always left loud signals for anyone looking. Thank god you didn't have to look for too long though, you could already feel a headache coming on from your overstimulated brain.
There to the far back left sat a woman, about 23, brunette wavy hair, didn't smoke, and from her business attire some sort of computer or office worker. All good there, and from what else you picked up, clean and has apparently had no sexual contact within the last month or so. Perfect, your lunch is set up, now all that’s left is for you to prepare it.
Making your way to the register you order an iced caramel whatever the hell and find your way over to miss brunette.
“Excuse me ma'am, may I sit next to you? That is if you don’t mind?”
Two thing you learned real quick in the attraction business were 1) being polite is always sexy and 2) southern accents are also pretty damn sexy. So you were nowhere near surprised when she allowed you to join her at the small table.
After a comfortable moment of silence you began chatting with her, finding out her name and such. Lea as you found out was a secretary for one of the law firms nearby and was currently trying to get her own way through law school as well. Subtly moving the conversation around you also found out that luckily today her boss had let her go early and she seemingly had no pressing engagements to attend to anytime soon, also the fact that she was single was also a great bonus.
Look its not like you'd never been used in a cheating type of relationship before, but if you could, you usually choose to steer clear from those kinds of conflicts whenever possible. It always ended up way more trouble that it was worth, especially with hotheaded boyfriends and their equally hotheaded friends. Though one time you managed sway a trio of them that had tried to jump you, lets just say you came out the victor it that battle.
“Oh that’s facinatin' Lea, would you care to show me some of those great law book I know you got back at your place? I could really brush up on my habeas corpus, I’m a bit rusty.”
All of that smooth talk was said as you locked eyes with her above the rims of your shades, wrapping her in a trap of lace and silk. By the time your less than innocent comment was done she was yours. Happily and completely, yours.
Eyes already shadowed with budding lust she gave you a stunning smile, more than happy to show you her books and maybe even to give you a private lesson or two, she insisted, it would be her pleasure.
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You were drowning in skin, in heat, in desire. Every exhaled breath and throaty moan a musical note to your ears. Her cries of pleasure rise to a forte you control and command, a loud beautiful sound. Easing you bring her back from the brink, not ready to let her fall just yet. Softly you touch and caress her supple skin, reveling in her taste, her heat, in the very things that made her so very human. Once again your mouth finds hers and once again you taste that sweet manna of life. It fills you in a way you wish wouldn’t, just one more thing reinforcing what you were not. But you must eat, so you will not waste a drop of it. Like a junky you crave more; her energy, her cries. All of it.
She was your instrument and you the composer. You play her song for hours more until you feel both full and satisfied that you had given her back as much pleasure as you took. No one can tell you you were a selfish lover, if they said that it was only because they were lying and hadn’t been with you, just yet.
Quietly walking around the chic uptown apartment you find your hastily discarded clothes and dress silently. Before finally heading out of the door you go back to check on your one night lover. She was deep deep asleep and would most likely wake up the next morning feeling like she might of caught a cold, and left with only a vague recollection of yourself and the activities you two shared. You tuck her under the covers and brush away the hair that had fallen to obscure her face. Once settled you bend over her once more and give her a soft kiss on the forehead, quickly and quietly you leave, as if you had never been.
Because you hadn’t, you were but a dream, a vivid beautiful dream, and nothing more.
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Her apartment was luckily not too too far from your own so you headed in for a change of clothes, you stank of sweat and sex and a bit like coffee from where you accidentally spilled it on yourself. Yeah, smooth you know.
You picked out your old comfortable red hoodie with the gears and cogs on it and one of your more holey pair of cargo pants to change into. As much as you would of liked to lay down and chill your body itched with energy. This happened sometimes, like an over filled battery giving off static would be an apt example, luckily it was not much more than an occasional bother for you.
Nothing an evening stroll wouldn’t fix, just anything to burn off this excess vigor welled up inside you. There was a park a few blocks away from here and that seemed as good a place as any for your impromptu walk.
The night was still chill in comparison to what you preferred but it was nice, nippy but refreshing. You even thought you could smell the hints of spring in the air. Frankly you wouldn’t be surprised if some flowers started blooming by the end of the week.
As you walked leisurely in the general direction of the park you allowed your own mind to wander. You always seemed to grow pensive after meals. Quiet and thoughtful now was one of the rare times you allowed your stoic poker face fade, but even then the best you could manage was a thin lipped grimace and frown before you began worrying at your bottom lip with your teeth. Bad habits die hard.
Your life was good but yet you still felt empty, directionless. Maybe you were broken, not sewn up right like the rest of your siblings, defective. Roxy lived this lifestyle like she was born to it (which she was, duh), slipping in like a fish to water once she awakened, and your twin Rose had it lucky too, falling in love with a vampire woman who would treat her as Rose and lover her as Rose, not just a pair of violet eyes that entrap and ensnare. And your older brother, you'd sometimes like to think that he too is like you, similar, broken, but even with those weak speculations you've noticed your still too different.
It wasn’t easy for you when you awakened. Around the time that puberty kicked in for everyone else it did for you too, just not in the same way. You were young and it seemed within the blink of an eye you lost all the friends you had, but gained admirers instead. At first the attention was great and made you happy but soon after you began to doubt the sincerity of their feelings, so you did the only thing you could do—distance yourself, curl up in a ball and see who comes after you—problem was no one did. Hiding behind your sunglasses you shuffled your way through the rest of middle school, none but your sister as your company.
But bro had seen what you were doing and made it his personal project to see you not become the outcast that you would allow yourself to be. He acted as both father and brother to you after your dad died and helped you learn to hide those worries and fears, to act as if nothing is wrong beneath your perfected poker face. If no one saw you were sad then you weren’t, if no one saw you in pain then you were fine. It wasn’t perfect but it was what you needed to learn back then. It helped, being able to lie with a straight face, to smile and charm while feeling none of it. Tricks of the trade Dirk said, we all had to learn it.
Now many years later you were stronger, very much so, but still those childhood fears would gnaw at you when you weren’t looking. How much you wouldn’t give for a friendship, for a lover not bewitched for once. Heh, but that was too much to wish for and you knew it. You were broken and just couldn’t work right with the parts given, so all you could do was to just to keep living as best you could.
Before you had even realized it your dark musing had led you inside the gates of the large city park faster than you had thought.
This night just felt so peaceful somehow, as if you weren't in the middle of a big city, that you were somewhere far away, away from yourself and who you were. You think for a moment to go check out the lake but no, those bubble brains would only annoy you with the mood you were in. It was just better for you just to walk among the tree covered areas, away from the sidewalks and the street lamps. Just, away.
To a rhythm all your own you walk to the beat of your footsteps, creating a song in your head. Eyes closed you loose yourself to the melody, hiding in a world just yours until you were forced back to reality. Which you were, in the most violent and unexpected way.
You don’t remember too much. The clap of a spell igniting, the needle like tingle sweep across your skin, the roar of sound, and then the pain. You don’t even remember what hurt first or in what way, just bright horrible pain and then blessed darkness as you fell into unconsciousness. You cant tell if it was minutes later or hours, but you had a vague recollection of hearing a voice afterward.
“Fuuuccckk. Please be a homeless person, pleases, please please.”
“Uugghh, what do I do? Should I leave him here? Oh my godd, fuck me. Fuck my life.”
“Fuck. Alright mister demon dude your coming home with me. Just don’t kill me in the morning.”
“John, this is the stupidest thing you've done in your whole life.”
“I know.”