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Dark Lullaby	By : ZombieWithANoose Category: 1 through F > Drop Dead Fred Views: 1780 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: We don’t own Drop Dead Fred, the Twilight Zone, A Christmas Carol, Full House, or Uncle Jesse, and have no connection or relation to Michael Biehn. Also, we’re not making a single profit from this work.

Chapter List
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Authors' Notes:
zombierose3: I have no regrets and you're welcome. ;)
unleashthewords: This is my version of therapy. Mwahaha! Fred needs some tough love.
**Disclaimers: We don't own Drop Dead Fred, and we're not making a single profit from this work. Shea and Gabriel belong to unleashthewords (She's still amused by that).
**"Lilin" is a term for both succubi and incubi spirits (AKA, night spirits). We're using the word to describe their people as a whole.**
Chapter Three
The Incubus' New Clothes
Hours later, Fred returned to his world, to Lullabi, completely wrecked. He kept his head down, hurrying past anyone he saw. As always, he heard the whispers about him, felt the stares, but tonight they barely registered next to what he'd just done. He felt like the worst person in existence, a demon, and it terrified him. How could he let himself lose control with the person he loved the most? The more he thought about it, the sicker he felt and everywhere he turned he felt like everyone knew. Worst of all, now Lizzie knew, and their heightened connection had him half-mad.
He swore he sensed her through every part of himself. She was in his head, his body, his soul, even his magic. If he turned around, he half-expected to find her behind him. His steps quickened as if he could outrun the feeling. Why wouldn't it go away? He'd never experienced anything like this before. Was it permanent? His heart pounded at the possibility, scared what it meant for Lizzie.
What if I hurt her next time? Shit, what if I already did?
Racing through the darkened streets, everything blurred around him and he didn't stop until arriving at a familiar neighborhood. Shea lived at the end of a long row of buildings. The tall, dark structures dominated the street and looked severe. All lines and sharp edges, made them look more like dungeons than dwellings. The many windows did nothing to change the unwelcoming atmosphere and the few that weren't curtained only let a small amount of light shine onto the black street. Glancing into one of the windows he could see into, Fred regretted it when he saw two individuals in the act of sex. The scream died in his throat as he hurried over to the last door, keeping his gaze firmly fixed to the safety of Shea's home.
"This is why I don't come home," he said, taking the steps two at a time. Fred ran his hands over the sleeves of his jacket, which had thankfully returned to its vibrant display of colors. "I can't believe I'm doing this," he muttered, scowling at the bronzed door knocker of a woman in the throes of ecstasy. A memory of Lizzie in that state, head thrown back and moaning flashed in his mind and Fred gasped. "Ah, come on!" he cried, stumbling back and pulling his hair. A residual wave of Lizzie's desires rolled through him like a siren's song, making him shudder. "Snotface... bloody hell already, piss off!"
Gritting his teeth, Fred struggled to steady his breathing and remember why he came here. The libidinous energy inside him slowly waned and his focus returned. He lifted his hand, hesitating to knock. "Never believed it'd come to this..." he whispered. Grimacing, he rapped on the door, staring up at the eternally night sky. "Oh, she's just gonna love this one..."
"Come," a soft, feminine voice replied.
Opening the door, Fred peeked inside at his one hope. "Guess who."
"Well, look what the imaginary cat dragged in," the woman said from her place on a purple couch. She lounged on her stomach, her bare feet playing with a pillow. She was small, but possessed generous curves. Her dark hair covered most of her back, but what could be seen of her body showed bare, tan skin.
"Hi, Sis." He smiled, sheepishly, and entered, the door swinging shut behind him. Fred slouched, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Thought I'd drop by. It's only been, what? About twenty-five years?"
Sitting up, her hair fell in waves around her, revealing large breasts. She smiled with green, feline-like eyes, lined in black, looking genuinely amused. "What a lovely surprise. You look like hell." She sat back and crossed her arms under her breasts, drumming her fingers on her arms. Feeling the lust still boiling inside him, both surprised and worried her. He had never shown up in her home feeling like a hormonal teenager. He would be mortified if he realized she could tell he was exuding lust like an over-perfumed prostitute.
"I feel like hell, and- Ugh! God, Shea!" He recoiled and shielded his eyes. "Do you ever wear clothes? I'm your brother, ya know! I shouldn't know the look of your dangly lumps as well as your face!" he cried, gagging. He really hated coming home. Lullabi was a nudist realm, making him stick out like a sore and green thumb.
The drumming increased as Shea sighed. This was the usual ritual they went through when he bothered to come for a visit. She supposed she could wear clothes, but it was more fun to see him so at odds with his nature. Lilin embraced their sexuality and nudity, and were open about all things related to sex and desire. Her brother was a very rare breed, and while the rest of the family teased and bemoaned such a family member, Shea looked after her baby brother, mostly.
Shea stood, smiling sweetly. "I believe the word you want is 'breasts,' Baby Brother. You're like an obnoxious, innocent, little, green cherub. Your love of clothes is so refreshing for a male, and an incubus," she mused as she closed the distance between them. Gently, she patted his cheek. "I do so adore your visits, when you make them that is." She looked at him closely, squeezing his face in her hand. "You seem... unsatisfied and more agitated than usual. What have you been doing?" She paused and crossed her arms. "Spill, Lorcan."
Fred turned his face from her and scowled. "You know I hate to be called that anymore," he said, watching the floor. The blush on his cheeks felt unbearable. After centuries of advancement, couldn't his people adopt clothes? Fred nervously tapped his fingers against his thighs. "Agitated is right," he said, "but would you please put something on?"
Shea rolled her eyes. "It's your damn name, and clearly I can see you're agitated! A blind man could. Why are you stalling?" She sighed when he chose to stare at the ceiling and ignore her. "If I put something on will you speak to me instead of whining?"
"Wha-" Fred looked down, accidentally getting an eyeful of his sister's breasts. "Shea!" His eyes popped out of his head like a cartoon and snapped back into place. The force knocked him into the door. "Ah, great! Now I'm gonna be blind!" he cried, covering his eyes. Fred groaned. "This is the worst day of my life! My eyeballs are jumpin' outta my skull, your girlie bits are everywhere, and you won't even call me by my good name. You know this is why I don't come home!"
"I forgot how much of a drama queen you are," she said, unmoved by his display. "Your good name is the one our parents gave you, and you don't come home because you don't want to run into our brothers, or Father." She waved her arm across her body and a long, black column of smoke appeared and wrapped around her body transforming into a slinky dress. "Now that your virgin eyes will be spared... Why are you back and acting like such a bratty, little prude?"
Sensing the magical shift in the air, Fred peeked through his fingers and breathed a sigh of relief that Shea had dressed. It didn't stop him, however, from sticking out his tongue like a giant child. "Yeah, well they don't wanna see me either, so it works out alright," he said. His demeanor shifted in a blink and he slouched, shoving his hands into his pants pockets. "Maybe I missed you, though," he mumbled, shrugging.
Shea rubbed her temples. Same thing as always. Her brother pretended no one wanted to see him, but he kept himself away. He hadn't spoken to their father in a century and a half. Their last chat had turned into a screaming match and Fred had sworn to never speak to their father again. "You know, I would be moved if I didn't think that was total bullshit. Father isn't speaking to you, but Mother would love for you to come home more."
Fred winced and tapped his foot, guilty at the mention of their mother. After his father had disowned him, he'd never been able to face her. Her favorite had no doubt become the disappointment and just imagining the look on her face had been too much for him. The last time he'd seen her, he'd been fifteen; two hundred and ninety years ago. He wondered what she'd think of him now if she knew what he'd done. Probably disown me, too.
"You could even come see me, but you don't," added Shea, pacing. She wasn't in the mood for games, especially after the news she had received only minutes earlier. "I love you, but this martyr act is wearing thin. When will you stop hiding from your family? Why are you here, Lorcan?"
He straightened, knowing he couldn't put anything past her. Like all others of their kind, they could read each other and right now he hated it more than usual. "You always were good at seeing right through me. Kinda makes things difficult... for me, you know," he added with a weak smile. "But you're wrong... I did miss you." The admittance left him uncomfortable and he decided it best to just dive right into the real mess before he felt even more like a sop. But no harm in one last bit of fun before the shit hits the fan, I suppose. He raised his finger and smiled.
"And before I answer that other question-" Picking his nose, Fred wiped a piece of snot on her cheek and sniggered. Shea gasped in horror. "There. Much better!"
"You know I hate that!" she shouted. "Do it again and the clothes come off, yours included!" Grabbing his arm, she used his sleeve to wipe her face. "So gross. I wish you'd grow up. You're three hundred years old for fuck's sake!" She made a face at him.
"Three hundred and five," he corrected, sticking out his tongue.
"Like those five years give you maturity." She rolled her eyes. "You're lucky I like you, or you'd be on the floor right now." She took a seat on the couch. "Now, care to explain yourself, or will you be eating something off the floor next?"
Laughing, Fred plopped down beside her. "Like I'd eat anything off this floor. I've a pretty good idea what's been trampled, pecked, and stamped on it," he said, eyeing the rug. His mood soured. "Alright." He sighed and looked Shea in the eyes. "I need your help... I've got a bit of a problem."
"I know. You'd weep if you knew what happens in this room, on this couch, on the bed..." She grinned at him. "Basically a lot of sex happens." Shea laughed at her brother's horrified face. "You're priceless." She shook her head and waved a hand at him. "And clearly, you have a problem, besides that horrid suit, or you wouldn't be here. So, what's going on? Did you forget where you parked your imaginary car?"
"Ha, ha." He sneered. "You know that only happened once and I was new and lost my imaginary keys. Look, I'm trying to be serious for once, Scheherazade. I've-"
Fred groaned and slumped back on the sofa, holding his face. "I didn't come to you for imaginary problems. I'm here about... adult-like ones," he muttered behind his hands. He didn't know if he could stand seeing her at the same time she heard his news. "You're the only one I could bear to talk to about it, and if I tell you, you've gotta swear you'll never, ever, ever tell anyone else!"
"Well, color me intrigued. It seems you have grown up. Slightly." She stared at him even though he couldn't see her and sighed when he wouldn't budge. "Move your hands," she said, pushing at his arms. "I'm not going to pinky promise. You should trust me because I'm your sister."
Relenting, Fred lowered his hands and looked at her, a pout on his face. "Of course I trust you. It's why I came to you over anyone else..." He looked down at his lap, taking in the colors on his suit and remembering what had happened. "There's this... human. Lizzie. A real snotface. I use to be her imaginary friend. She grew up, though, but her life fell apart, and I got pulled back by some fluke. I wasn't supposed to stay, but I did, and I helped her again anyways. It's sorta created a bit of a mess."
Shea kept her face blank. "Alright, that's not unusual for you. You love mess. Where exactly is the problem?"
Fred wrang his hands together and met Shea's eyes. "It's a problem because I... I fell in love with her and it's causing my nature to go... insane." He cringed.
The smile on her face instantly turned into a grimace. "Oh shit, Lorcan." She groaned. "What would possess you to go around a mortal when your feelings are all over the place? This story doesn't end well, does it?" She clenched her fists so she wouldn't drum her fingers, or strangle him.
Fred laughed, anxiously. "See, you always did see right through me." He gulped, his smile dying. "Um, no. It bloody doesn't. I'd tried to leave her six months back when the job was done, but I just couldn't go on without her anymore. Every day it just... hurt, so I... went and told her tonight."
Shea growled and covered her face with her hands. "Lorcan, please say that's the worst part," she muttered, looking at him again. "I don't think I can take much more of this. What happened? Please just say it."
"Okay. Short version. She needed time to think. I left, then somehow, I don't fucking know how this happened, she called me to her dream. I got curious and thought maybe it'd give me a peek at what she feels for me, so I went in." Fred fidgeted, squirming in his seat, his face red. He took a deep breath. "I... I lost control, Shea... and my magic touched and fed off her- We, we didn't have sex, though! I left before that! Barely." He whispered the last word and cringed. "We, um, did have several orgasms first, though..." He turned his gaze from Shea, wishing to he could bury himself.
Mouth open in shock, Shea could only stare at her brother. This was completely unlike him. If she hadn't heard it from him and seen his face, she would have thought it all an elaborate joke. Panic set it.
"Shit! Shit! Shit!" She leapt to her feet and paced wildly. "Damn it, Lorcan! Of all the idiotic- You have fucked things royally this time, and that includes stealing a suit from the fucking leprechauns!" She whirled at him, running her hands through her hair. "Damn it, Gabe said it was bad, but I was hoping it was stupid gossip. This is going to be all anyone will talk about." She resumed pacing. "Don't panic, Shea, you can fix this. Use your fabulous brain and think of something."
"Gabe? Wha-? He knows? How does he kn- Hold it! You heard something? You knew this whole time and you just let me go on and embarrass myself like, like- Oh fucking hell!" he cried, grabbing his face. Growling, he hopped to his feet and followed next to Shea. "Does everyone know? Everyone doesn't already know, do they? How much is out? I mean- Oh fuck, I have to leave! Dad's gonna find out, and he'll find a way to kill me! And then he'll bring me back and do it all over again! I- I can't stay here! Everyone's probably out there gossiping about how Lorcan, the Virgin Shame nearly popped his cherry and, and- Fucking piss!" Fred started hyperventilating and snatched hold of Shea's arm. "What am I gonna do?"
Shea was having a hard enough time keeping herself from going into full panic mode. The last thing she needed was her brother flipping out. He didn't even seem to realize the true seriousness of the situation. Grabbing him by the shoulders, Shea gave him a hard shake. "Lorcan! Shut up! I can't think with you hollering in my ear! Your embarrassment is the least of your worries! We have bigger problems!" She looked him up and down, taking in his clothing. "That is just one of them." She stared him in the eyes. "Strip!"
"The hell?" Fred batted her hands away and jumped back like he'd been shocked. "Piss off! You'll get this suit over my dead body! It and I have been through enough tonight. This is the one thing keeping me together! I nearly lost it alre-" He clamped his mouth shut before saying anymore, but his eyes widened at the mistake. Uh oh.
A strangled scream escaped from her. "Stop being such a fucking prude and listen to me! This suit isn't helping you! If they find you wearing it you're gonna be in even more trouble! It's not keeping you together, it's stopping you from being who you are." She looked it over and then watched his face. He wouldn't look her in the eyes. "You almost broke it, didn't you?" she asked. "Your damn libido got out of control and almost broke this nasty, green Band-Aid of yours." She grinned at him, but it wasn't friendly. It was feral. "I think you better say goodbye to your suit."
Terror pulsed through him, but he lifted his chin. If he didn't blink she had to believe him and back off. "I didn't nearly break it! My suit's working great, actually! Strong as ever." He knocked on his chest for emphasis. "Unbreakable, even!" He backed up, stumbling, and bumping into the side table. "And you're confused because it does let me be who I really am! I wanna be more than some demon sex fiend. This suit helps me. It makes me closer to being human. Besides," he said, pointing at her, "you know you can't take my suit. You've all tried before and it doesn't come off unless I take it off. So, ha!" That smile did not leave her face and Fred's heart raged like thunder. Why does she look creepier than those dolls Jessica plays with?
Shea eyed him from head to toe, ignoring his rambling. The suit had to go and thanks to his big mouth she knew how to do it at last. She flashed that same predatory smile as she walked toward him like a jungle cat. "If you aren't going to listen to me, then I'm happy to do things the hard way." She snapped her fingers and her magic flowed out, grabbing him in an invisible fist.
"Ah! Shea, really!" Fred grunted, trying to wriggle out of her magical death grip. "We can talk about this. Just... just calm down!"
"First," she said, "we're not demons, so stop being an asshole about it. Second, you're not a human and you never will be. Third, this nasty thing goes, and last, I get to see exactly what you've been doing."
"That, that's not necessary!" He laughed. "Alright, yes I screwed up a lot tonight, but I handled it. I've spent the last hour-and-a-half in a red light district taking scraps off ten couples and some pervert in a disgusting, seedy motel, wanking myself blind until I got my head back! So, I'm all better now, satisfied, and lesson learned. Just- How 'bout you set me down and we have a nice cuppa and a laugh?" He smiled, but his fear broke through. He'd never seen that look in anyone's eyes, not even from Lizzie's mom. "Sis? Sis, come on."
"I'm not Mother. You're not going to sweet talk me out of anything." She paused and looked over her shoulder. "Shit. We don't have much time," she said, turning back to him. "I would say I'm sorry, but it would be insincere." Pursing her lips, she let her magic flow toward Fred and caress him, connecting with his mind. "Well, she had you in quite a state, didn't she?" Shea shivered and closed her eyes, tapping into his lust and memories, searching for what he had done with Lizzie. "Looking into a girl's fantasies, Lorcan? Shameful."
"Get out of my head!" He gasped, writhing and fighting to expel her magic. He knew what she was doing, but he couldn't stop her, he didn't have enough control of his powers and Shea had several hundred years on him. "Isn't what you're doing even more shameful? Let me go!" She couldn't take his suit. He had to escape.
"Your idiotic head is what got you here in the first place!" Eyes still closed, she delved further into his encounter with Lizzie. "Well, well, you do have it bad for this Lizzie of yours." Shea opened her eyes and grinned at him. "I'm a succubus. I don't have any shame. She's quite a lovely woman. I'm surprised you have such good taste."
"Shut up! I've got eyes!" Fred growled and kicked. Shea's magic felt like bugs skittering around inside his brain and it took everything he had not to scream. He knew she could see inside his mind without the added effect, which pissed him off even more. "Obviously you don't know much about me. God, that hurts! What the hell do you need to see any of this for? Don't you have enough perverts to peek at?"
"I know more about you than you seem to! Who's the one who scurried to my door with his tail between his legs? You're the one who's messed things up. I actually have a life! I have a lover, and friends, and our parents speak to me without blowing a gasket!" She took a deep breath and pushed her magic harder, tapping into his memories of his confession to Lizzie. She blanched. "You- You showed up at her door dressed in a sheet?"
Closing her eyes, Shea shook her head. "I shouldn't be surprised and yet I am." She looked back at him and glared into his angry eyes. "What else did do you?" Images filled Shea's mind, running at fast forward so she saw and heard everything within seconds. It ended in a flash, leaving her stunned.
She opened her mouth to speak, but no sound came out. Taking a deep breath she tried again. "Lorcan, what possessed you to scare the shit out of Lizzie and then confess your feelings? Did you lose a bet? Were you under the influence of drugs? Were you just wanting to make things more difficult for yourself?" She paced the room. "This is what you give me to work with? No wonder she's upset! I'm upset and I'm just your sister!"
"Yes, well you're always upset," he said, unable to help himself, but some relief washed over him. At least she still admitted she was his sister. "All I did was finally tell her the truth. How am I the bad guy here? I thought it'd get a laugh if I dressed up. Break the ice after so long. It's bloody Halloween for fuck's sake! I can't participate in a holiday? But I came here for help, not for a mind probe! This is why I don't come home!"
"If I'm upset it's because you tell me about the stupid stuff you do! When Father gets ahold of you- Well, it's going to be carnage!" She stopped pacing and took a deep breath. "I need to be calm. I need to set aside that you are useless in this area and figure out what to do." Turning back to Fred, Shea concentrated on the dream he had entered and blinked at him in surprise. "Well, that did escalate quickly. Maybe you aren't a complete lost cause after all."
Watching the rest of the dream unfold, Shea fed off the lust and used it to fuel her magic. She touched that part of him that lusted after Lizzie and prodded it with her powers. His desire rippled and grew, making Shea smile. "Let's turn up the heat, shall we?" The room buzzed as though electricity flowed through the air and with a flick of her wrist, Shea's power slammed into his body.
His starved nature drank every drop and he shuddered hard. Lizzie's stolen desires swirled inside him, rising into a shockwave of euphoria. Fred shook, aching and craving Lizzie more than his own existence. Her essence possessed him, filling his every sense and he struggled to hold onto himself.
"Are you... actually admitting I can do something right?" he asked. The sensation lulled, but waited, vibrating inside him, and Fred realized Shea only toyed with him. If she wanted, she could make him snap and give into his lust for Lizzie. He had to stop her before she broke his suit.
This is exactly why I don't wanna be what I am. Why couldn't I just be human? he thought, but noticed how her powers fed his own. Pushing back with all his strength, Fred launched his magic at Shea. A swirl of black smoke crashed into her, weakening her magical hold on him and freeing his hands.
She paused, surprised that he had lashed out and was able to free his hands. His magic was like a breeze blowing against her, but his thoughts were like a punch to her gut. She would have preferred him hitting her with the full force of his magic than to hear those thoughts that told her what he really felt. "You're not human! You're an incubus! You're-" Her voice broke. "You're my brother. You'll always be my brother, and whether you realize it or not, I'm trying to help you." She promised herself she would get through to him, even if it meant he would hate her for it. He fought his lust and the hunger, but she knew how to fight harder...
"But you're not helping me!" he cried. "You're trying to take the only thing I have! I can't be with her without this suit!"
"Typical, ungrateful brat. You don't need that ugly, useless, green horror!" She growled at him, her anger rising. "It's stopping you from being who you are, what you are! You hate being lilin, but deep down you enjoy it, and you hate that, too. Did your damn suit stop you from lusting after her? No! It's not fixing anything! It's making it worse!"
"It is not! It's not the problem! My nature's the reason I'm in this mess and I need this suit to bury it!"
"Do you hear yourself? You're trying to stop being who you are and you think magic can fix that." She shook her head. "I just thought you weren't ready for sex, and I was okay with that, but you just don't want to be who were made to be. How can I make you understand what you are is good?"
"Because it can't be good! Everything we do is-" Fred tore his gaze from Shea. How could he explain it? His fists tightened, but he managed to look Shea in the eyes. "I don't want Lizzie thinking of me as just an incubus," he said, his voice suddenly calm. "I want her to see me as more than that. How else is she gonna know I really love her? I don't want her scared of what I might do, or think I just want a snack! I wanna be myself and be able to love her, not lust her! Isn't that what happens when it all gets going? I still feel-" His voice broke, his expression quivering with emotion. "I feel all of it still and it's just... She's everywhere and it won't let go!"
"Lorcan, you're in love with her and this only makes your desire even more potent. You're an emotional mess, and you're amped up on lust. Add that you're a stubborn ass and we have a recipe for disaster." She sighed. "You never listened in school and you never listened to our parents, or me! We tried to explain it all to you, but you were too busy averting your virgin eyes to listen. This is your damn mess. Yours! This is what happens when you play with fire!" She sent more power through their connection, magnifying his lust and feeding off it at the same time.
"I'm not emotional!" Fred tore his gaze from her, fighting against surrendering, but he could not ignore the beat of pleasure that her magic had set upon him. The faint whisper of Lizzie's utterance from her dream entered his mind, 'I need you. Now. Touch me.' His fingers dug against his thighs and pulled at the fabric of his trousers. Oh, fuck me. Not now, he pleaded. The material suddenly felt stifling and irritated his skin, but he refused to move or show her any sign how affected he'd become. He would not like it, and she couldn't make him.
"Have you been away so long that you've forgotten what an eight-hundred-year-old succubus can do?" She hit him with another dose of her magic, making him writhe. "You love humans, but they are full of lust, too. If they could do what we do, they would do it in a heartbeat, and they would not follow rules." Her voice lost that throaty growl and she was just angry now, turning that pleasure she sent out into pain.
Fred cried out, doubling over. "I hate you!" He hissed through clenched teeth. Her magic heated inside his body, sending a million pinpricks all throughout his being.
"Good, because it's turning into a mutual feeling right now," she said through gritted teeth. "Since I have your attention, you can writhe in agony and listen. Our people are an important part of the universe. We are here because that is the way things work in order for your precious humans to function. We feed off their desires, their lusts, and they go on their merry ways, a little more satisfied and none the wiser. We try our best to temper them, to keep their carnal desires from turning into another Troy. That was a fucking disaster. A whole fucking war because one damn succubus couldn't control the raging libido of one man and he had to go seduce someone else's wife and steal her away! It turned into a bloodbath!" She paced in front of him.
"It took all of Lullabi to calm that situation down, but it was too little, too late. You think continuing to ignore your lust is going to solve the problem? No, it's not. It's turned into a huge fucking problem and someone has to pay! Do you want that to happen to your precious, mortal girlfriend?" Shea shouted at him, but she didn't care.
Growling, Fred struggled not to collapse. It felt like his insides were on fire. "Of... of course not!" he ground out. "Will ya llllet go of me? Fuck!"
"I'm not finished! You've run from who you are for too long! You want to deny your true self because you're ashamed of it? Ashamed of your own family? You want to play house with a mortal and pretend you can be something you're not?" She glared at him, a hint of the hurt in her eyes. Her voice grew louder and she prowled like a caged animal, angrier than she had ever been. "Wake up! If you don't listen to me, you'll never see her again!"
"What?" Fred's eyes widened. "Why would you say that? Why would you take her away from me?" His heart pounded, aching worse than his body from Shea's magical onslaught. "Shea- Ahh!" He grabbed his sides as the magic snapped at him, his face red from pain.
"You're not listening! This is a fucking disaster! You thought that stupid suit would solve all your problems, but it's made them worse! I saw into your head! This isn't a fairytale. You talk about love, but clearly that's a foreign word to you! If you loved her, you would have done things the right way. Well, if you know so much, then go! Go ahead, Fred." She growled.
Fred's stomach dropped like he'd fallen into an abyss. He had waited years for Shea to use the name he'd chosen, but now that she had, he didn't feel the joy he had always expected. It felt like a cold slap, like he'd been cast out and severed from the last of his family. From the one sibling he felt safe and accepted by. She had been like a second mother to him, trying harder to understand him more than anyone. Would she really turn him away like all the rest? His only sister out of dozens of brothers? Was he truly alone?
"Go back to her without control and when you return to me after she's gone insane, or is dead, I will look you in the eyes and tell you, 'I told you so.'"
"That's not gonna happen!" he cried. "I won't let it!" Fred shook, sick at the possibility of his greatest fear coming true. Was he really at that point where he couldn't run from it anymore? Would he cause some sort of epic crisis like all the lilin from their history? Would he hurt Lizzie?
God, what if she's right? he thought. He felt at the end of a frayed and burning rope, but he didn't want to accept it. He just wanted to be with Lizzie in a normal and human way, not as a bloody incubus. He'd lose everything if he gave into his carnal nature, become everything he never wanted. Right now he barely felt as himself and it terrified him. He couldn't let it happen, and suddenly he just felt irate. Shea couldn't force this life on him under threat of abandonment or I told you sos!
"What do you think you can do? You're the incubus who ran away! You ran away from your nature and now you think you can be with a mortal?" She let out a bitter laugh. "Being an imaginary friend must have done something to your brain." Shea felt Fred's despair and felt guilty, but he needed to see the truth. When his anger rose again, she turned the pain into pleasure. She would open his eyes or knock him unconscious trying.
Fred's tight expression laxed and his eyes rolled back into his head, his body giving a shudder. Though it felt immensely good, anger flooded through him. He'd had enough. He wasn't her puppet to just fling around when he came to her in crisis. "Will you just... piss off!" he shouted, shooting his magic out and knocking her back with a shock of the pain she had given him before. Her powers released him and he dropped to the ground, trembling and gasping in relief.
"Ow! Why are you fighting me, you stubborn jackass?" She blew a stray strand of hair out of her face. "You're the one who asked for help and when you didn't like what I had to say you got pissed off. Well, newsflash you're an incubus. You just used your powers on me just like you used powers on Lizzie!" She gritted her teeth and lashed out at him with a dose of pleasure double the last. "This seems to be the only way to get through to you!"
Fred stumbled, catching himself on the armchair before he collapsed. "I don't... ugh, wanna be LIKE YOU!" he cried. "STOP TOUCHING ME!" Fred pushed back with all he had, shoving her magic away from him.
She had been ready for him lashing out with his magic, but not for his words. The magic blasted her like strong winds, whipping her hair and making her take a step back. She stared at her brother who gasped for air, full of anger, most of it because of her. Shea was numb as she played his words again in her mind. It was the worst thing he had ever said to her. She stared at a stranger now. She dropped her hands to her side, her magic swirling around her like a protective shell.
Shaking her head, her eyes shone with sadness and loathing. She didn't care if he could feel it and part of her wanted him to. "I don't want to touch you. I don't want to know you. Maybe I never really knew you." She turned away before he saw the tears in her eyes. "I thought I could help you, but I think I was wrong." She cried silently, feeling like she had just lost her brother.
Fred stood, willing his pulse to settle, but his sister's hurt invaded him, stopping his anger cold. He frowned, watching her. I am a demon, he thought.
"Maybe... I was wrong in coming here," he said, quietly. "Who are we kidding? I don't belong here. Never did. I've been 'round humans so long I'm more one of 'em. I don't wanna be Lorcan. I'm Fred, have been for a long time. So... maybe it's good you recognize it. I'll figure this out on my own. I've always been a loner, anyway. I can navigate this just fine and you'll never have to tell me anything, or see me ever again."
She laughed in disbelief, wiping her eyes. "One of them? You? It must be wonderful being an imaginary friend, living in denial. You couldn't navigate your way out of a condom." She turned around and glared at him. "No matter what you wish, you're an incubus, and if you don't accept that, you're going to lose everyone you ever loved."
"Already have, apparently," he muttered. Her words stung. He knew he could never be human, but he strived toward it anyway. "And it's a good thing then I'll never have use for a shag balloon, isn't it?" he said, throwing an obnoxious sneer to try and cover his hurt. If she wanted to leave him now too, then fine. Big surprise someone else had, had enough of him. Someone else who couldn't accept him for who he was. Still, it broke him apart inside because he never believed Shea could get to that point.
Shea's hurt became spite. Try telling me you don't need help when this happens. She sent a huge dose of lust at him, reminding him how he felt about Lizzie. "Are you going to say goodbye to Lizzie forever, too?"
"I..." Fred panted, the lust rolling over him and making it hard for him to speak. His torrid mind reminded him just how amazing Lizzie had tasted, and how much he had wanted to know every part of her. The image of her eyes, staring into his own and her wet and swollen lips parting for another kiss flashed in his mind. Fred gasped and backed up, heading for the door. He had to get out of there or his sister would never let go. I can figure this out. There has to be a way without losing Lizzie.
Shea felt his desire roar to life like a red, hot flame and felt the war inside him. He still fought her, but she could be stubborn, too. Doubling her efforts, she fueled his lust and Fred fell against the door with a thud. "Stop lying to yourself. You want her and the only way that's going to happen is if you accept who you are."
"Ugh! Stop trying to get me to admit to things that AREN'T REAL!" he shouted, but his desperation all but gave him away. His legs shook and he couldn't stand up straight anymore. "Obviously I never belonged here to begin with! Maybe it's all just one, big, flying cosmic joke I'm an incubus! The black sheep of everything! Not human, not man enough to be an incubus. Ha, ha! Well, fine! I don't need your help. I'll just not show up tomorrow for Lizzie, get my head back, and sort this shit all out myself. There's gotta be something. The suit worked well enough for a while, so I know it can't be the only thing to keep my nature in check. I'll just find my cure elsewhere, and-"
Shea screamed at the top of her lungs. Her power rippled out from her, sending her hair flying around her as if a strong wind blew through the room. Paintings, pillows, vases, and lamps flew as she vented her rage at her stupidly stubborn brother.
"Shut up! I can't take this! You are pissing me off! Stop living in denial!" She glared at him. His blind refusal to accept himself made her want to throttle him. It was time for some tough love.
"You're going to see exactly what we are." Her magic enveloped him like a python squeezing its prey and she felt the magic of his suit weaken. She grinned. She hated that suit and it was time for it to go.
"You want this Lizzie more than anyone. You love her, crave her. I can still feel what you felt tonight. You're going to feel it again." His desire for Lizzie traveled along their entwined magic, reaching out and caressing her. Feeding off the lust, she pushed it back at him. "I know everything you feel. Now you're going to feel it again with a little boost."
The magical onslaught made his body thrum with desire and he dropped to his knees. Doubling over with a loud gasp, Fred clutched his sides, cringing and panting in desperation. He felt Lizzie as though she moved inside his soul, stoking every desire he had for her. "No! Stop! Don't do this!" Shea had complete control of his nature and he felt his suit's magic growing unstable. "I need this! You can't!"
"I will! It's time to get rid of your ugly crutch! Don't fight it!" She didn't let up. "Just stop fighting and accept it!"
"Oh god, Shea. You're such a bitch!" he ground out. His desires for Lizzie and hers for him rippled through him and he strained against it. The magic was so strong, it terrified him. Without his suit he'd be helpless against what he was again.
"I've been called worse. Now shut up and for once in your damn life listen to me!" She stood over him, amplifying the desires, not letting him stamp them out. "Stop fighting, you stubborn bastard, and let the lust fill you." She felt the offending suit's magic weaken further.
"Nooo, get a-" Fred's breath hitched and shuddered. "Ah, ffffuck," he whispered, eyes shutting as his voracious needs for Lizzie started to win out. His eyelids drooped. The heavy desire felt so good that he suddenly couldn't remember why he had been pushing it away. Breathing harder, his mouth opened, and he swore he could see Lizzie again, like he was back in the dream.
Shea smiled. "Yes, let it in. This is what you have been denying yourself. You could be like this with Lizzie and it wouldn't be a dream." She raised her brows. "She's a very quick study. I think I like this Lizzie." She nudged his desire, forcing him to experience the dream again. As she watched him struggle to resist, she noticed the edges of the green suit start to blacken. Shea grinned. Finally.
Fred heard Shea's voice amidst the vision playing out in his mind. The dream felt different this time, more tangible, invasive. "Sss... Ssstopp," he pleaded, but his voice couldn't reach above a whisper, a weakened, needy whisper that strained with desire. He felt Lizzie's essence again in his, beating through him like blood. It filled him with an achingly satisfying urge for more that shot into his groin, coaxing a very hard erection to rise beneath his trousers.
"Uhh..." Fred tried to hide it by curling into a ball. He wanted it to go away, but found more and more he liked the way it felt. He just wanted Lizzie to touch and consume him, and for her to let him consume her. Forever. His whole being ached and thrummed with lust that wouldn't be ignored and he felt Lizzie kissing him, her tongue searching for his, her body pressed against his... "Oh god, Lizzie..." he breathed. "I... I-" A loud, drawn out whine rolled in his throat. His resolve frayed like a thread. "Lizzie!"
Shea shuddered from the residual lust radiating off him. "Holy shit! I don't know if it's your feelings for her, or the fact you've been suppressing it for so long, but just this small taste is like a major high I would get from prom night." Shaking her head, she looked back at her brother. She needed to focus.
Using her magic, she boosted his lust again. The stripes of his suit started to darken, becoming an inky black. His hair darkened, too, the bright, red turning auburn. "That's right, Baby Brother, embrace your desire. Judging from that hard on you want her very badly. I've seen the dream, she wants you."
He gasped. Lizzie did want him, he felt it, and it felt too good to argue. He felt suffocated not having her. His breath grew shallower and he rolled onto his back, mirroring the position he had fallen into during the dream. He was so lost with longing, he couldn't open his eyes to break away from the visions. His erection felt like a second heartbeat against his restrictive trousers, the vibration making his ache deepen. He forgot about hiding it and his hips writhed in need. In the dream, Lizzie teased his mouth with hers and he heard her whisper his undoing. 'I want you. I need you inside me." Something snapped inside him.
Fred's head rolled back and he moaned, writhing as his clothes shifted from their vibrant color. A final flash of green magic surrounded him before changing to obsidian smoke. His jacket and shirt vanished, along with his shoes, revealing his tanned skin. In another flash, his trousers went to black. "Uhh! I, I want her!" he shouted like a desperate animal, not caring anymore who heard. Hips bucking, his toes curled and his fingers dug against the ground. "I want Lizzie!" His trousers dissolved in a final swirl of smoke, leaving him bare.
Shea gasped as her brother embraced his power and changed into his true form. His lust for Lizzie hit her and she embraced it, drawing it in. Her eyes grew dark, leaving a hint of the green as she fed off the desire that rolled off him in waves. "Forget smutty novels and watching mortals have sex. This is extremely satisfying." She panted. "I think I need to find Gabriel and expel some of this excess energy." She rolled her shoulders. "You see, Brother Dearest, embracing who you are is better than fighting it."
Opening his eyes, Fred revealed his now dark orbs surrounded by a thin, glowing ring of blue. He shuddered, too intoxicated to realize he lay there naked with an erection. "You play dirty, Sis," he grumbled with a sneer, panting. "It's really not fair." His voice had slightly deepened with the release of his true self.
Shea rolled her eyes. "You're welcome. Love the voice, by the way. Incubi are just naturally sexy speakers." She winked. "You really should come home more." She paused again, cocking her head to the side. She nodded and then looked at Fred, wincing a bit. "Now, don't freak out, but we're about to have company."
"Hmm, what? Who's it now?" Fred mumbled at Shea. He lie there grinning, still caught in his lust-filled high. It felt oddly satisfying, his every sense awake and craving Lizzie. His magic and groin ached for more, to invade her as she had him. Stretching out, Fred shut his eyes and took a deep breath. He had forgotten how infectious his nature felt without restraint.
Rolling her eyes, Shea waved a hand across her body, her dress disappearing in a swirl of black smoke. "Of course, you're a satisfied mess, and I have to deal with you. Clean yourself up, Darling Brother, we have guests." She crossed her arms under her bare breasts and shook her head at him. A loud knock shook the door.
"Just a moment, dears, I have to straighten up," she called, keeping her gaze fixed on her brother. "Straighten the fuck up!" She hissed. With a careless wave, she used her magic to tidy the room of the objects that had been tossed around in her fit. She leaned over her brother, who remained in his post-coital stupor, and clapped her hands in his face. "I'm going to open that door in one minute, and if you don't get up, Lila's going to pounce on you."
Fred started, his darkened eyes flying open. "What?! Lila? Why in the hell would ya talk about her?" he cried, propping himself up. The cool flooring suddenly reached his senses and he froze. "Oh, please no... Tell me I didn't..." Slowly, he glanced down and found himself completely nude on Shea's floor with a hard on. "Ah fuck, go away!" he screamed, his hands flying to cover it. He wanted to die.
Fred glared at Shea. "You broke my suit! You broke my bloody suit! How could you do this, you, you lust witch!" Another knock sounded on the door and he jumped. "Shit, shit, shit!" Fred tried magicking another set of clothes, but his powers had paralyzed in his horror. "Oh god! This is your fault!" he cried, scrambling for the sofa. He dove behind it with a crash. Popping up, he snatched two pillows and dropped again from view. "Make them go away!" He hissed.
Shea rubbed her temples. "You're such an embarrassment," she muttered and glared at the sofa. "You have no idea what is about to rain down upon you. Lila is going to seem like a wet dream compared to this. Enter." She turned her attention to the door as it swung open. Four lilin stepped through the door, all nude.
The tallest, and the most serious of the group, gave her a curt nod. "Scheherazade," said the incubus, "you know why we are here." It was not a question.
Shea nodded. "I do. I- I'm sorry to say that my brother isn't exactly at his best at the moment." She cleared her throat. "Lorcan, kindly stand up and greet our guests. Please." The last word was strained, both a command and a plea in one.
The top of Fred's head popped up from behind the sofa, his once again blue eyes peering at the guests. Three succubi accompanied the leader and Fred gripped the pillow against his lap even tighter when he recognized one of them.
Lila.
The blonde succubus who had carried a torch for him since they were children. He had not seen her since they were teenagers, but she hadn't changed much, still busty, curvy, and eyeing him like a piece of meat. Lila winked, blowing a kiss and smiling at him.
Gasping, Fred ducked down, thankful the shock had killed his arousal. "Nope."
"Still shy after all these years, Lorky?" asked Lila.
"And still not interested," added Fred in a singsong. "And I've told you, stop calling me that gross name!"
"Lila's not here for a date," Shea said, through clenched teeth, glaring at Lila who only smiled innocently. "Get over here and stop being such an embarrassment to me and the whole family." She resisted the urge to stomp her foot. This was humiliating and she was ready to throttle him regardless of witnesses present.
"Oh, you're embarrassed? Ha, ha. That's ruddy great, Sis! I'm wearing a sodding pillow! I'm staying put. Wanna tell me what exactly the naked posse's here for before I catch cold?"
"Fucking drama queen. You should've been a girl," Shea muttered. Waving her hand, the sofa disappeared, revealing a crouching Fred, who held two pillows to his front and back. Falling on his ass, he gasped and clung to his pillows. "What a lovely, dignified picture you make. Get up and perhaps they'll explain to you the reason for their visit."
"Shea!" Fred noticed everyone's attention fell on him and he swore he didn't know how he didn't burn a hole through the ground from embarrassment. His skin crawled from the way Lila ogled him, making him wish he had a third pillow or a rock to throw at her leering eyes. It'd been bad enough growing up with that staring at him every day in school.
"Stand up," said the incubus.
Fred grimaced. They had him cornered. He had no choice.
Standing, he held onto his pillows and slouched, hoping his face wasn't as red as it felt. Staring at the floor, he tried to pretend none of them saw him. "Happy? And I should not have been a girl," he mumbled.
"I agree," whispered Lila, making Fred gasp, loudly.
"You should have!" Shea cried. "This whole bloody mess might have been avoided." Shea looked at the incubus. "What are the... charges?"
Fixing his serious gaze on Fred, the incubus cleared his throat. "I will not go into the long and varied list at present, but Lorcan is to appear before the council at once so the charges can be presented. You will have representation and they will answer any questions you may have. Are you prepared to go with us now?"
"Represen- What? What is this? Am I being put on trial?" Fred's grip loosened on his pillows, nearly dropping them. "Shea? What is- Wait a sec... They know? Shea, they really do all know?"
Shea winced. "I think everybody knows by now." She gave him a pained look. "Ta da?"
Covering his face with his hands, Fred screamed. Mortals really were lucky. They could die! Now all of Lullabi knew how 'Lorcan, the Virgin Shame' finally wanted to pop his cherry and he didn't want to hear any of it! He knew what a big deal they would all make of it forever. They'd torment him for finally caving to be like the rest of them. That alone sounded like an endless nightmare. Lila would never leave him alone now.
"Oh no! No 'ta da'! You do that when you pull things outta a hat, not when the whole, bloody lot of Lullabi knows that-" His gaze shot to the incubus and he laughed. "That I've done absolutely nothing!"
"Well, something's out of the hat now!" Lila chirped, trying to peek at Fred.
Mortified, he slapped his pillows back into place and glared at her as he backed away. "Just don't," he warned.
Shea closed her eyes, rubbing the crease between her brows. "For the love of-" She growled and glared at her brother. "You, stop talking, and you-" She pointed at Lila. "Stop flirting!" She looked at the other incubus.
"Nothing he says now will be held against him, yeah?" The incubus gave her the briefest of nods. "Thank you. Lorcan..." She turned back to her brother, catching him making sneers and eye rolls at Lila. "Lorcan! Pay attention!" She growled and waited until he looked at her. "When you did nothing," she emphasized the word, adding air quotes for good measure, "you may, or may not have, broken some rules." She glared at the foursome in front of her. "You need to go with them, and for the love of carnal pleasures, do not say anything else! Nothing! Not one fucking word!"
Glancing between his sister and the foursome, Fred finally realized why there were so many succubi in the group. He had to get out of Lullabi now. There were places he was sure he could hide for a while, at least long enough to give them the slip. "Pfft! I'm not going with them! I'm innocent! Actually innocent! How can a virgin break any doing it laws?" He laughed, backing up.
Lila's smile turned into pity. "I'm sorry, Lorky, but rules are rules." Her magic snapped across the room, surrounding him. The other succubi followed, the crackle of magic filling the small space.
Shea felt tears start to come to her eyes. She had wanted her brother to come home and finally be himself, but she didn't want to see him hauled off before the council. Feeling helpless, she reached out a hand toward her brother. "Don't fight them. Just go. Please, just go."
Writhing, Fred realized he couldn't take another step and his powers had been locked. "Shea, how could you do this! I thought I could trust you!" he cried, betrayal in his eyes. He watched her for any signs that she was still the sister he remembered, the one who always protected him. He was actually scared, something he hadn't felt in a very long time. He didn't know what the council would do to him and he feared most of all that one person in particular waited for him there. "Shea?" he croaked.
Tears fell from her eyes and she wrung her hands. "Lorcan, they know. They knew before you even came home." She sniffled. "Father knows, and-" She wiped at her eyes. "It's going to be alright. It will. I promise." It was a lie; she couldn't promise him that, but she did it anyway.
Fred didn't say anything else, he couldn't. Something about the look in Shea's eyes frightened him and she had just confirmed one of his fears. He suddenly felt like a little boy again who wanted to run and hide in his sister's arms.
"We must take him now. You may meet us at the council, Scheherazade." The incubus' tone never changed.
"Very well," Shea said, her voice back to normal. "Take care of him."
"I won't hurt him," Lila said, a pout on her face. She looked over at Fred. "Better leave these here." Her magic pulled the pillows away in a swirl of black smoke, flinging them onto the floor. "All grown up, I see."
"For fuck's sake!" Shea and Fred muttered together.
"Enough. Temper yourself, Lila, or you will be removed," said the incubus. Lila responded with a long sigh. "Now move him."
"Will ya let me move my hands so I can at least cover some of my shame?" asked Fred, his face red with anger and embarrassment.
"It isn't necessary," the incubus said, turning and walking out the door.
"Sorry," Lila said, shrugging her shoulders, almost looking like she meant it. The three succubi pulled Fred along with their magic.
Reaching out with what little power he had left, Fred tapped into the fading link that remained between him and Shea. Please don't leave me. I need you, Sis. Help me fix-
Their connection severed under the strain of the succubi magic as they took him out the door.
Following them, Shea stopped in the doorway. "I won't leave. I'll see you soon. Just- Be strong." She watched them take her brother away. "I'll fix this."
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