Incubus part 2
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jessara40k_ljI should have posted this much earlier, but I'm updating this story to where it is in the Castlegloria community now.
Klaus hated debriefings after a mission had gone wrong, and this one had certainly gone wrong, he’d been captured along with Eroica, two of his Alphabets had been injured and left and he’d had to kill the bastard who’d stolen the files from out of his office safe. But there were a number of compensations, first among them on a professional level that the thief had no connection at all with any sector of the spy community, he could safely report to the Chief that the files had been taken solely as a trap for him, and Eroica. On a personal level he had a mate, a mate who was powerful enough for Klaus to feed on him exclusively and who’d already displayed a flatteringly strong possessive streak.
***
“So, does this mates thing mean we have to be exclusive?” There’d been some resentment in Dorian’s voice when he asked that immediately after they’d left the sorcerer’s manor, and Klaus was acutely aware that his mate was probably more powerful than him at the moment, even if Dorian was compelled to be submissive to him. He wouldn’t be the equal in power of even a Dark Elf Magus Minor until he hit second level, and most Incubi were killed before they hit third level.
“That is actually my decision, as I am the dominant partner. You cannot bond to another as mate, but I can if I wish to, although I do not, if you are willing to fulfil two requirements I will not object should you take another lover.”
“What requirements are these? I would have expected you to be possessive, I think I’d kill anyone else who had sex with you now.”
“Have sex with me at least once a moon cycle and don’t take any other Incubus to your bed.”
“A moon cycle, that’s every four weeks isn’t it? I can manage that, will it keep you from sleeping with anyone else?”
“You are the first person I’ve chosen to have sex with.” Klaus felt vaguely insulted at the implication that Dorian thought he was some sort of slut now, and hoped that it didn’t occur to Dorian that it wasn’t much of a choice that had him spreading his legs for Eroica. “I feed in other ways, and I won’t need to do that if you’re with me often enough.”
***
“So it was a trap, just for you and Eroica. What happened when you woke up?”
“We were both naked, I was chained on the floor, Eroica was chained up against the wall, we were in a cellar, but we only found that out later. There were two men there, one wearing a robe who called himself a sorcerer and a guard. The sorcerer explained that he thought he could turn me into an Incubus. He made me drink Eroica’s blood mixed in with a number of herbs and other things by threatening to kill Eroica unless I complied then threatened to have his guard rape me unless Lord Gloria drank my blood. He was chanting in a language neither of us understood most of the time.” Klaus hesitated, he hadn’t really wanted to tell anyone about being raped - again - but Dorian had insisted on it.
***
“We can’t tell anyone that I actually am an Incubus, or that you are a Dark Elf. So when we’re debriefed we can describe it as the sorcerer believing in magic, but his rituals had no real effect. I’ll say I pretended to have been affected by the ritual and convinced him to release me, and that let me kill him.”
“Is that why you used your blood to restore him and broke his neck?”
“Yes. We can mention what he did to make us mates, but for the other just say that his ritual consisted of killing his guard, painting me with the blood and chanting.”
“No. Unless you order me not to, compel me not to I will tell them that you were raped.”
“At least tell them that he was careful enough not to damage me then.”
***
“What happened then? How did you get loose?”
“The guard did rape me. I know it was nowhere near as bad as it could have been. He did something to me before he took me, used some sort of lubricant, he didn’t make me bleed, and it barely hurt. The sorcerer chanted all the time, and he cut his guard’s throat after he’d climaxed. I pretended the ritual had done what he expected, I acted the way I’ve seen men act after they’ve been given an aphrodisiac, and I managed to convince him to unchain me, then I broke his neck and freed Lord Gloria.”
“You know it wasn’t as bad as it could have been. Have you been raped before?”
“Yes, not since I joined NATO though, and I dealt with it.”
“You will need to see a psychiatrist. If he supports your claim of still being stable you can return to your current position, after you take two weeks vacation. What happened after you both got loose?”
“We terrorised one of the servants into showing us where he’d hidden the files. Eroica opened the safe, I got cleaned up and we took some clothes as we couldn’t find ours. Did he leave my guns with A and Z?”
“Yes. Do you have anything else to add?”
“No.”
“Then go to medical and get a check-up.”
“Yes sir.”
“And I expect to get a report on your psychological state with the rest of the paperwork from this mission.”
“If you distrust me so much make the appointment yourself!” Klaus growled, glad for the excuse to release his temper. He’d already agreed with Dorian that they would need to act the same way they had before, and he’d been showing unprecedented patience in this debriefing, patience that he supposed would be ascribed to being raped. The thought made him speculate for a moment that the Chief might start hoping he was raped again in the future, and the black humour in that made it hard to keep the scowl on his face.
“Stay there and I will then.” The Chief showed unexpected spine and Klaus waited as an appointment was arranged for four that afternoon.
~~o()o~~
“I understand you were raped on your last mission. Would you like to tell me about it?”
“No. But I have to. What do you need to know?” Klaus was bluntly honest about his feelings about being here. He just wanted to get this over with, spin the lies he had to, and hope that he’d get a positive report without having to anything to influence it. He’d already been given a clean bill of health by the doctor, the only injury being the cut he’d made on his arm as the putative source of the blood Dorian had been forced to drink.
“Why don’t you start by telling me exactly what happened?”
“I was captured during a mission, Eroica was taken as well. We had been knocked out, and when we woke up we were chained up naked. There was no way for us to escape, our captor and another man were there. First we were compelled to drink each other’s blood, it was threatened that if I did not comply Eroica would be killed, and if he did not comply I would be raped. I think he was more angry than I was when the second man raped me anyway.”
“You weren’t angry?”
“I was angry, but I had realised that whatever our captor intended it would involve sex when he said I could be an Incubus. I don’t think Lord Gloria did. I was more angry that he made it...pleasant, physically at least, than at anything else.”
“Why do you think that is?”
“It felt as if my body was betraying me. I knew that logically it had to be possible for...*that* to be pleasant, or people wouldn’t do it, but...I thought you had to want it to enjoy it.”
“It’s a physical response, if someone knows what to do he can force it to feel good on that level, it wasn’t your fault, anymore than it’s a woman’s fault if she climaxes during rape.”
“Of course it wasn’t my fault idiot!” Klaus knew that he was looking at the psychiatrist as if the man was speaking Sumerian. “It was a piece of cruelty that I hadn’t expected though. I’d expected rape, and steeled myself against it, not to show the pain, I wasn’t prepared to deal with...pleasure.”
“Did you climax?” Klaus blushed at the blunt question, internally cursing his pale skin.
“What concern is that of yours?” He knew that his question would come across as bluster, but if he seemed touchy about some things then it would make his act more convincing, so long as he seemed competent to continue his duty.
“It could affect your state of mind.”
“Then yes, I climaxed, and my captor cut my rapist’s throat immediately after. Being covered in blood under those circumstances was...disquieting.” A mild word that the psychiatrist would think covered something deeper, hopefully not enough to disqualify him from working in the field. It was actually the truth, but not for the reason the man would think - Klaus was more used to being covered by his own blood after sex than his rapist’s, five times as opposed to one.
“Disquieting in what way? Do you think blood will bother you in the future?”
“Of course not! It isn’t as if I’m likely to encounter blood in those circumstances again. And it was the contrast between what had just happened and being covered in blood that disturbed me. I thought that when sex was good you weren’t supposed to notice what else was going on, but I was aware of everything else, where I was, who was watching, and I saw my captor reaching forward to slit his throat, but I couldn’t do anything, to stop or encourage it. I suppose it was the helplessness as well. Then, to get free I had to play to my captor’s beliefs, to pretend I enjoyed his hands on me, and force myself to respond and *flirt* with him.”
“If you hate the idea of flirting so much how did you know what to do?”
“I tried to imagine how Lord Gloria would act. He certainly flirts with me outrageously enough to be an Incubus.” Klaus froze for a moment, realising how his casual words might seem delusional, after all very few humans knew of the existence of non-humans, and he had to keep it that way. “If such things existed of course.”
“Do you hate Lord Gloria then?”
“I hate the way he acts, he is very capable when he puts his mind to it, but he prefers to act outrageously flamboyant, and it gets in the way. And I hate that he seems to have fixated on me for some reason.”
“So you don’t hate him personally?”
“What difference does it make? I’d work with him no matter how I felt about him, and he is good at what he’s employed to do. If he would just stop trying to do things he isn’t qualified for...”
“So you would have no problems working with him in future? You do not blame him for what happened?”
“It is an annoyance having to take care of a civilian and keep up with his wild schemes, but no more than before. Why would I blame *him*? I was the one who screwed up, I should have recognised the trap.” Klaus shook his head in dismissal. “Why are we talking about Lord Gloria anyway? It isn’t relevant to whether or not I can go out in the field again.”
“You are the only person he will work with, if you can no longer bear to work with him then he cannot be hired.”
“I would do my duty no matter what, I always have, including letting perverts leer at me far too often.” The Chief, that British incompetent Lawrence, half the KGB it sometimes felt like, even some of his own Alphabets were more manageable if he seemed to ignore it, or not notice the way they looked at him. “Well, am I still competent to go out in the field?”
“Do you think you are still competent despite considering yourself responsible for your capture?”
“Yes, I got us out didn’t I? And I don’t think anyone has come up with that sort of set up for a trap before. I would have thought impossible to hide someone inside a safe without running the risk of killing them.” Klaus risked using a little of his power to make the psychiatrist want to please him, by telling him what he wanted to know, what he wanted to hear.
“I’ll need time to think things over before I give my report to your chief, but overall I believe it will be positive.”
“Gut. Then I may leave?”
“Yes, of course.”
~~o()o~~
Klaus hated debriefings after a mission had gone wrong, and this one had certainly gone wrong, he’d been captured along with Eroica, two of his Alphabets had been injured and left and he’d had to kill the bastard who’d stolen the files from out of his office safe. But there were a number of compensations, first among them on a professional level that the thief had no connection at all with any sector of the spy community, he could safely report to the Chief that the files had been taken solely as a trap for him, and Eroica. On a personal level he had a mate, a mate who was powerful enough for Klaus to feed on him exclusively and who’d already displayed a flatteringly strong possessive streak.
***
“So, does this mates thing mean we have to be exclusive?” There’d been some resentment in Dorian’s voice when he asked that immediately after they’d left the sorcerer’s manor, and Klaus was acutely aware that his mate was probably more powerful than him at the moment, even if Dorian was compelled to be submissive to him. He wouldn’t be the equal in power of even a Dark Elf Magus Minor until he hit second level, and most Incubi were killed before they hit third level.
“That is actually my decision, as I am the dominant partner. You cannot bond to another as mate, but I can if I wish to, although I do not, if you are willing to fulfil two requirements I will not object should you take another lover.”
“What requirements are these? I would have expected you to be possessive, I think I’d kill anyone else who had sex with you now.”
“Have sex with me at least once a moon cycle and don’t take any other Incubus to your bed.”
“A moon cycle, that’s every four weeks isn’t it? I can manage that, will it keep you from sleeping with anyone else?”
“You are the first person I’ve chosen to have sex with.” Klaus felt vaguely insulted at the implication that Dorian thought he was some sort of slut now, and hoped that it didn’t occur to Dorian that it wasn’t much of a choice that had him spreading his legs for Eroica. “I feed in other ways, and I won’t need to do that if you’re with me often enough.”
***
“So it was a trap, just for you and Eroica. What happened when you woke up?”
“We were both naked, I was chained on the floor, Eroica was chained up against the wall, we were in a cellar, but we only found that out later. There were two men there, one wearing a robe who called himself a sorcerer and a guard. The sorcerer explained that he thought he could turn me into an Incubus. He made me drink Eroica’s blood mixed in with a number of herbs and other things by threatening to kill Eroica unless I complied then threatened to have his guard rape me unless Lord Gloria drank my blood. He was chanting in a language neither of us understood most of the time.” Klaus hesitated, he hadn’t really wanted to tell anyone about being raped - again - but Dorian had insisted on it.
***
“We can’t tell anyone that I actually am an Incubus, or that you are a Dark Elf. So when we’re debriefed we can describe it as the sorcerer believing in magic, but his rituals had no real effect. I’ll say I pretended to have been affected by the ritual and convinced him to release me, and that let me kill him.”
“Is that why you used your blood to restore him and broke his neck?”
“Yes. We can mention what he did to make us mates, but for the other just say that his ritual consisted of killing his guard, painting me with the blood and chanting.”
“No. Unless you order me not to, compel me not to I will tell them that you were raped.”
“At least tell them that he was careful enough not to damage me then.”
***
“What happened then? How did you get loose?”
“The guard did rape me. I know it was nowhere near as bad as it could have been. He did something to me before he took me, used some sort of lubricant, he didn’t make me bleed, and it barely hurt. The sorcerer chanted all the time, and he cut his guard’s throat after he’d climaxed. I pretended the ritual had done what he expected, I acted the way I’ve seen men act after they’ve been given an aphrodisiac, and I managed to convince him to unchain me, then I broke his neck and freed Lord Gloria.”
“You know it wasn’t as bad as it could have been. Have you been raped before?”
“Yes, not since I joined NATO though, and I dealt with it.”
“You will need to see a psychiatrist. If he supports your claim of still being stable you can return to your current position, after you take two weeks vacation. What happened after you both got loose?”
“We terrorised one of the servants into showing us where he’d hidden the files. Eroica opened the safe, I got cleaned up and we took some clothes as we couldn’t find ours. Did he leave my guns with A and Z?”
“Yes. Do you have anything else to add?”
“No.”
“Then go to medical and get a check-up.”
“Yes sir.”
“And I expect to get a report on your psychological state with the rest of the paperwork from this mission.”
“If you distrust me so much make the appointment yourself!” Klaus growled, glad for the excuse to release his temper. He’d already agreed with Dorian that they would need to act the same way they had before, and he’d been showing unprecedented patience in this debriefing, patience that he supposed would be ascribed to being raped. The thought made him speculate for a moment that the Chief might start hoping he was raped again in the future, and the black humour in that made it hard to keep the scowl on his face.
“Stay there and I will then.” The Chief showed unexpected spine and Klaus waited as an appointment was arranged for four that afternoon.
~~o()o~~
“I understand you were raped on your last mission. Would you like to tell me about it?”
“No. But I have to. What do you need to know?” Klaus was bluntly honest about his feelings about being here. He just wanted to get this over with, spin the lies he had to, and hope that he’d get a positive report without having to anything to influence it. He’d already been given a clean bill of health by the doctor, the only injury being the cut he’d made on his arm as the putative source of the blood Dorian had been forced to drink.
“Why don’t you start by telling me exactly what happened?”
“I was captured during a mission, Eroica was taken as well. We had been knocked out, and when we woke up we were chained up naked. There was no way for us to escape, our captor and another man were there. First we were compelled to drink each other’s blood, it was threatened that if I did not comply Eroica would be killed, and if he did not comply I would be raped. I think he was more angry than I was when the second man raped me anyway.”
“You weren’t angry?”
“I was angry, but I had realised that whatever our captor intended it would involve sex when he said I could be an Incubus. I don’t think Lord Gloria did. I was more angry that he made it...pleasant, physically at least, than at anything else.”
“Why do you think that is?”
“It felt as if my body was betraying me. I knew that logically it had to be possible for...*that* to be pleasant, or people wouldn’t do it, but...I thought you had to want it to enjoy it.”
“It’s a physical response, if someone knows what to do he can force it to feel good on that level, it wasn’t your fault, anymore than it’s a woman’s fault if she climaxes during rape.”
“Of course it wasn’t my fault idiot!” Klaus knew that he was looking at the psychiatrist as if the man was speaking Sumerian. “It was a piece of cruelty that I hadn’t expected though. I’d expected rape, and steeled myself against it, not to show the pain, I wasn’t prepared to deal with...pleasure.”
“Did you climax?” Klaus blushed at the blunt question, internally cursing his pale skin.
“What concern is that of yours?” He knew that his question would come across as bluster, but if he seemed touchy about some things then it would make his act more convincing, so long as he seemed competent to continue his duty.
“It could affect your state of mind.”
“Then yes, I climaxed, and my captor cut my rapist’s throat immediately after. Being covered in blood under those circumstances was...disquieting.” A mild word that the psychiatrist would think covered something deeper, hopefully not enough to disqualify him from working in the field. It was actually the truth, but not for the reason the man would think - Klaus was more used to being covered by his own blood after sex than his rapist’s, five times as opposed to one.
“Disquieting in what way? Do you think blood will bother you in the future?”
“Of course not! It isn’t as if I’m likely to encounter blood in those circumstances again. And it was the contrast between what had just happened and being covered in blood that disturbed me. I thought that when sex was good you weren’t supposed to notice what else was going on, but I was aware of everything else, where I was, who was watching, and I saw my captor reaching forward to slit his throat, but I couldn’t do anything, to stop or encourage it. I suppose it was the helplessness as well. Then, to get free I had to play to my captor’s beliefs, to pretend I enjoyed his hands on me, and force myself to respond and *flirt* with him.”
“If you hate the idea of flirting so much how did you know what to do?”
“I tried to imagine how Lord Gloria would act. He certainly flirts with me outrageously enough to be an Incubus.” Klaus froze for a moment, realising how his casual words might seem delusional, after all very few humans knew of the existence of non-humans, and he had to keep it that way. “If such things existed of course.”
“Do you hate Lord Gloria then?”
“I hate the way he acts, he is very capable when he puts his mind to it, but he prefers to act outrageously flamboyant, and it gets in the way. And I hate that he seems to have fixated on me for some reason.”
“So you don’t hate him personally?”
“What difference does it make? I’d work with him no matter how I felt about him, and he is good at what he’s employed to do. If he would just stop trying to do things he isn’t qualified for...”
“So you would have no problems working with him in future? You do not blame him for what happened?”
“It is an annoyance having to take care of a civilian and keep up with his wild schemes, but no more than before. Why would I blame *him*? I was the one who screwed up, I should have recognised the trap.” Klaus shook his head in dismissal. “Why are we talking about Lord Gloria anyway? It isn’t relevant to whether or not I can go out in the field again.”
“You are the only person he will work with, if you can no longer bear to work with him then he cannot be hired.”
“I would do my duty no matter what, I always have, including letting perverts leer at me far too often.” The Chief, that British incompetent Lawrence, half the KGB it sometimes felt like, even some of his own Alphabets were more manageable if he seemed to ignore it, or not notice the way they looked at him. “Well, am I still competent to go out in the field?”
“Do you think you are still competent despite considering yourself responsible for your capture?”
“Yes, I got us out didn’t I? And I don’t think anyone has come up with that sort of set up for a trap before. I would have thought impossible to hide someone inside a safe without running the risk of killing them.” Klaus risked using a little of his power to make the psychiatrist want to please him, by telling him what he wanted to know, what he wanted to hear.
“I’ll need time to think things over before I give my report to your chief, but overall I believe it will be positive.”
“Gut. Then I may leave?”
“Yes, of course.”
~~o()o~~
