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“No!” He shouted, sitting up quickly, eyes wide. “No, no, he’s not meant for you! Let Diluc go be with Lumine! Jean deserves to be single forever!”
Sweatpants. A (hopefully clean) t-shirt. Throw in half a tub of pineapple ice cream and the newest season of Real Housewives of Mondstadt. This was often how Kaveh, as a single incubus, preferred to spent his evenings. Recently he’d even gotten attached to his new physical form—he’d always appreciated blondes, so he felt pretty. And tall. He’d made himself tall and was very proud of that choice. Really, if you were to ask him, Kaveh would have said he was very attractive.
And yet, here he was, spending another night alone. He was never invited out to parties anymore, demonic or otherwise. Humans never summoned him (aside from teenagers with mediocre salt circles in someone’s living room). So Kaveh spent his evenings, definitely not in some beautiful young human’s bed, doing what he was made for…
Right. He was fine. Sure.
That said, Kaveh was more than invested in this season. Tucked into his little human apartment, his dying TV displaying soap opera after reality TV show, he yelled his own love advice (which was fanTASTic, thank you very much) and tried to find a way to lay that didn’t have him crushing his tail. Because while having a humanoid form was so cutesy and all, the horns and tail always gave Kaveh that sense of mystery.
(Or he just thought he was really hot. What? A man’s allowed to appreciate himself)
He was halfway through the episode when Kaveh began to feel an odd tugging low in his chest, like fishing line around his rib cage. No, no thank, he didn’t need to answer another teen girl’s questions about her love life just because she googled a demonic summoning incantation online.
Then the fishing line feeling tightened.
And then snapped.
The world turned sideways, then went red, then black—
And suddenly Kaveh was on his knees in a salt circle.
What the fuck.
He looked up, staring blanking at the wall—not panicking per se, but deeply confused. Whatever summoned him here was powerful, and if only horny teenagers tried to summon him, he didn’t want to know how incel-y someone had to be to dedicate enough time to becoming a witch powerful enough to force him to appear.
But it wasn’t a women’s voice that greeted him.
“Funny. I didn’t expect this to work.”
Kaveh spun franticly, salt going everywhere.
There, just outside the circle, stood a man. Decently tall, just buff enough to be impressive, and dressed to the nines—dress shirt and slacks and all. Most people who attempted to summon him wore sweatshirts and pajamas, and Kaveh suddenly felt underdressed in his loungewear.
“Who the fuck are you?”
“So you do speak Modern English,” the man (witch?) noted calmly, adjusting the cuff of his sleeve. “I was worried I’d resort to my mediocre Middle English.”
He did not sound worried. In fact, Kaveh would say he sounded a little smug.
Glancing around some more, the incubus only grew more confused. Aside from the man, the small room was comprised of a bed, a dresser, a chair right behind the man, and a large desk. The desk appeared to be mostly covered by an altar, which supported the idea of that guy being a witch. And as for that guy…
Kaveh’s red eyes settled onto the stranger’s teal ones. “I actually had plans tonight. I’ll be going now.”
“No, actually.” The man lowered himself onto the chair just behind him. “I’d much prefer you to stay.”
Kaveh smirked, pushing himself to his feet. “Really, this was a nice visit, but—“
“Stay.”
Something between the man’s fingers flickers, and within seconds a small paper fell to the ground, ink sprawled across it. It felt like a weight was dropped onto Kaveh’s chest, yanking him towards the floor.
Yep. Definitely a witch.
“Command talismans,” the witch commented idly. “I didn’t realize they’d work on you. Fascinating.”
Once again. He did not sound fascinating. Still smug.
“What do you want?” Kaveh hissed, glaring.
“My curiosity satisfied.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Can’t you tell? I’m a new witch. Still figuring this out.”
Kaveh barked out a laugh. “Yeah, cute. New witches don’t write command talismans. Or successfully summon demons.”
“I started yesterday.”
“Sure, whatever, very cute. If you’ll excuse me, I’d like to be going.”
“You’re an incubus, aren’t you?”
Kaveh squinted at the witch. “What? Why do you care?”
“Perhaps you’re as new as me, then.” He smirked. “Why do people summon incubi or succubi, demon?”
“Mostly cause they think it’s funny.”
The witch leaned back in his chair. “Do I look like someone who finds this funny?” He exhaled slowly. “Listen. I’m curious. I’m assuming you’re lonely—“
“You would assume incorrectly,” Kaveh snapped.
“Really? What kind of popular incubus spends his Saturday night in sweatpants eating ice cream?”
Damn. A quick glance down confirmed there was in fact ice cream on his shirt. “What if I’m just getting so much that I needed a night off to recover?”
The witch tilted his head in consideration. “I suppose so. Alright then. If you’re not interested, I’ll permit you to leave.”
If this were an anime, Kaveh would have had the little confused blink blink sound effect as he stared up at the witch. “Interested?”
“Like I said. Why do people summon incubi or succubi if not for sexual reasons?”
Ohh. He was proposing sex.
Kaveh gave the man another look over. “Hmm. I’ve definitely seen more attractive. But you’re not that bad. I guess. In the grand scheme of things. Maybe I could be convinced to fuck you.”
The witch raised an eyebrow. “I fear you’re confused on your role here.”
Kaveh squinted at him. “I’m an incubus. We usually, y’know, do the fucking.”
“Not tonight.”
And oh dear, there went Kaveh’s heart, right through his throat and out the window.
The witch open his legs, getting comfortable, before nodding to the space before him. “Come here.”
It wan’t a command—no talisman needed, just pure curiosity. Kaveh crawled forward, finding it easy to exit the salt circle, before coming to rest on his knees before the witch. “What now, oh great master?” Kaveh purred sarcastically. “What can this lowly incubus do for you?”
“Open your mouth.”
Easy enough. The witch leaned forward to grip his slack jaw, tilting his head to the side. “I thought you’d have less humanoid teeth.”
“Is that a request?” Kaveh grinned as the witch dropped his hand back to his lap.
“Not at the moment. Lean forward.”
Kaveh did and immediately jolted backwards when he felt fingers begin to caress over his horns. “Slow the fuck down.”
“Oh?” The witch smirked. “Look at that. I’m learning such interesting things about witchcraft already.”
Kaveh glared. “Can’t I at least have your name?”
“You can’t have it, but you can call me Alhaitham.”
“… you don’t need to phrase it like that, I’m not a fairy, I won’t steal your name, Alhaitham.” What an odd name. He liked the way it was simultaneously kind of a mouthful and rolled off the tongue.
“Can I have yours, then?”
“You can call me Kaveh.”
“Not a very demonic name,” Alhaitham commented dryly as he stood, making his way towards the bed.
“Yeah, well, most humans aren’t bright enough to string along a good pronunciation. Nicknames are fine.”
“Try me.”
Kaveh stood, stretching his arms above his head. “I’d rather not. Let’s just get to the sex.”
“Oh, excited now?”
Kaveh threw him a rather impressive glare as he approached the bed. “If you’re bad, let me clarify, I’m hiring a sleep paralysis demon to traumatize the fuck out of you.”
Alhaitham smirked. “Right.”
Slipping his fingers under the hem of his shirt, Kaveh paused when Alhaitham didn’t make a move to remove his own clothes. “Aren’t you gonna strip?”
“No need.”
Right. Whatever. Kaveh finished pulling off his shirt and tossing it to the side before approaching Alhaitham once more. “Great. Let’s—“
His back hit the sheets, and before Kaveh could protest, there were fingers in mouth.
“I’d envisioned you much more domineering,” Alhaitham murmured like he wasn’t finger fucking Kaveh’s throat. “Perhaps incubi can bottom.” Meanwhile, the hand not choking Kaveh had fallen to the incubus’s sweatpants and were deftly removing them. Kaveh felt cold air over his legs before the witch paused. “Going commando, hmm? Not entirely unexpected.”
And then went right back to finger fucking his mouth. The nerve of this damn human.
A hand lifted Kaveh’s thigh, and he let it, until the witch commented “Hmm. I had a hypothesis that you would naturally lubricate.”
Well, that was just offensive. Kaveh shoved Alhaitham’s hand away from his mouth. “No, like I fucking said, succubi do that. Not us. Not incubui. Distinctly different.”
“No matter,” Alhaitham said calmly, like he hadn’t just stereotyped Kaveh. “I’ve prepared for all scenarios.”
The thigh currently lifted was raised until Kaveh was pulled downward, his knee hooked over the human’s back, his tail flicking wildly in the new position. It only took a moment of readjusting until the hand previously in Kaveh’s mouth was tracing down his stomach, and pressing into—
“Wait, wait, slow down,” Kaveh hissed, entire body going rigid as wet fingertips began to press into him. “Give me a fucking minute.”
Alhaitham gave him an unimpressed look. “Surely this isn’t your first time in this position.”
Awkward silence. If his heart wasn’t hammering in his ears, Kaveh was sure he would have heard crickets mourning him in the distance.
“Hmm.” Alhaitham contemplated it. “Understood. I will do my best to be a good ‘first’.”
“Oh my god, don’t say that like I’m a fucking virgin—“
He was cut off by a yelp as Alhaitham’s fingers found his hole once more and pushed in, and suddenly he was feeling very, very guilty for all those young men and women he’d (consentually) ravaged throughout his very successful incubus career.
Alhaitham’s stupid long fingers moved gracefully, like he was playing with an instrument instead of Kaveh’s ass. On each curl, he relaxed back onto the sheets, and on every press outward, it was a battle not to make some embarrassing sound.
Not that he’d ever, like, get embarrassed. Obviously. Super hot incubi don’t get embarrassed. But anyway,
The shock and twinge of pain faded quickly, replaced by the odd duality of “yayyyy sex time” and “oh fuck there are fingers in my ass and they’re not mine”. But Kaveh let himself start to appreciate it him, slowly trying to shift his hips to get the fingers perhaps just a little deeper.
Then the fingers were gone. “You can’t get pregnant, correct?” Alhaitham asked, leaning back to undo his pants.
Kaveh squinted. “Oh. I hope not. Not that I know of.”
“Fantastic.” Alhaitham, who hadn’t ever bothered to take off any item of clothes but had instead opted to get his pants down just low enough to free his cock, was leaning forward once more. “Flip over.”
And oh, who was Kaveh to disagree?
Until he realized the disadvantage that he’d put himself at as Alhaitham’s hand slowly wrapped around his tail, that same smug tone sneaking into his voice as he murmured. “Be good or I’ll pull.”
And since that slight tug of just getting into position was enough to throw Kaveh over the edge, he relented to letting Alhaitham mold him into position. Chest to the bed, propped up on his knees. The witch’s damn hand still on his tail.
He was maneuvered around a little more until he felt Alhaitham settle his free hand on Kaveh’s ass. “I can’t imagine this will be painful, but do tell me if it is.”
Something blunt pressed against his rim and—
“Oh fuck—“
Kaveh’s nails dug into the sheets as Alhaitham continued to press forward, cock slipping deeper into him. It was so human—weirdly warm and squishy inside him, but also just filling enough that it took Kaveh’s breath away, and he moaned into the mattress.
The movements started out slow, Alhaitham’s hips rocking into his ass, before turning fast and almost violent—Kaveh had to throw a pillow between himself and the headboard, since he was forced forward with every thrust. Wet sounds began to fill the room, along with a breathy moaning that Kaveh panicky realized was coming from himself.
At least the human was affected. When Kaveh threw a glance over his shoulder, he could see Alhaitham’s flushed face, his white dress shirt clinging to his chest, his teal eyes turned dark.
Aww, how cute. His little human was having a good time. He really ought to—
The witch began to stroke his tail, and Kaveh came on the fucking spot.
This was no witch. This was the fucking devil.
He barely gave any warning before going limp, eyes watering as he panted into the mattress. Alhaitham hadn’t stopped moving, and the thrusts were turning from so good so good to too fucking much. Overstimulation sparked up his spine as Alhaitham kept fucking him and oh god oh no no he wasn’t ready to cum again—
Alhaitham finished with a groan, one hand leaving red marks on Kaveh’s waist, his nails digging into Kaveh’s skin. He fell forward flattening Kaveh beneath him. Oh well. At least he’d released Kaveh’s tail.
“Well?” The demon panted. “Curiosity satisfied?”
Alhaitham didn’t answer for a moment. When he spoke, his voice was annoying calm. “Perhaps. My interest into summoning demons may require more investigation. Your help may be requested once more.”
Kaveh laughed. “Right. Well. I guess you’re weren’t that bad. So I’ll think about it.”
It took a minute to get situated (since someone hadn’t bothered to strip and was still, in fact, wearing a whole ass business appropriate fit), but Kaveh found a spot to settle into, his back to Alhaitham’s chest.
“You’re pretty damn good at this whole witchcraft thing.”
He could just feel the smirk in Alhaitham’s voice. “Don’t try and sneak out in the morning. I’ll just summon you right back here.”
And for once, the threat of being summoned didn’t actually sound all that bad.