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Desert soon came along, but my appetite had disappeared when Dominic�s powers had come into play. I watched as the other students finished the delights of the feast. Finally, the dishes were cleared, and the students started toward their dorms to get a good night�s sleep. I turned toward Damion and said,

�Follow me, I�ll show you where you�ll be sleeping.� My body started after Romulus as my thoughts began a war. Damion and you sleeping together. I bet that makes you happy.

What�s it matter? He�ll be in a different bed anyway.

But he�ll be so close.

Shut up! I don�t even care for him that way!

Being a little defensive, aren�t we? Awfully defensive for someone you don�t even care for.

Shut up!

Does thinking of his cock rubbing against your own excite you? Do you picture what it�s like under that silver robe?

No! Now, shut up!

Picturing the soft skin caressing your own? The feel of him inside your mouth?

SHUT UP!

Or maybe, you rather have him in the other end?

�Shut up!� So many eyes watched me in dead silence as my own grey eyes swivelled around to meet them all. They turned to meet Damion�s, and my legs started forward as my mind tried to ignore the gossiping whispers that filled the hall. I walked in silence to the dungeons though I made sure that I didn�t look behind me at the foreigner. I received the password from the prefect. I had entered when I felt a hand clasp my shoulder, and I somehow knew who that hand belonged to. It was the hand of Damion. Chills ran through my body, and my blood turned to ice. All of me went numb, and all I could feel was his hand. It was so warm, and I knew I never wanted to stray away from it. No, he�s just a friend! Nothing more! I lurched forward, drifting from the pleasant flesh. I descended to the dorms, tears shining in my eyes. I remember that night. I remember the silent tears streaming down my cheeks, and I cried myself to sleep.

I woke the next day, readying myself for class, when I saw him. I saw Damion. He no longer wore the metallic robes of Phantastiche Hexen, but the black ones of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. His black hair swayed around his face, and once again, I was left staring into his lavender eyes, I licked my lips and mentioned,

�You should wear black more often. It looks good on you.� I realised what I had said, but that look of surprise had already crossed onto his face. I opened my mouth to stutter an explanation, however Damion had stopped me with his own words.

�It�s okay. Don�t worry. I don�t care if you�re gay or not.�

�But I . . .�

�Anyway, just because you say I look good in something doesn�t mean you vont to fuck me. Trust me, I�ff had that problem vith guys before. Of course, sometimes ven I said that, I did vont to fuck. It just goes to show you, you can�t conclude anything from that comment. Anyway, are you going to show me to class or not?�

�Uh, um, I, uh, I guess.� I never figured out how I got the words to leave my mouth. My head was wheeling with what he had said: �of course, sometimes when I said that, I did want to fuck.� He wanted to fuck a guy. A guy. That�s great. You�ll have a better chance to be with him now.

Yeah, I�ll be able to . . . I mean, no! I�m not gay!

You won�t be able to deny it much longer. You long for him and Dominic so much it makes your heart ache. Suddenly, there was the incubus. He had appeared silently behind me at the simple thought of him. I felt the vibes spring up around me. My eyes surveyed Dominic�s muscular body, and, like every time I was around Dominic, my dick grew and tightened. It longed to be covered with Dom�s saliva as the sweet lips sucked longingly on it. I took a step toward the irresistible incubus. I swear I would have fucked him right there if Damion had not grabbed my arm. Physically, it wasn�t enough to hold me back, but emotionally, hell yes. With all the sex vibes in the air and with what he just told me, my mind was wrenching itself apart. It wanted to be with Damion while another piece wanted to be with Dominic. The final piece didn�t want any of it. It didn�t want to be gay. I turned my head toward Damion, my penis throbbing from the lust, and I stared into his lilac eyes.

�Come on,� he said. �Let�s go to class.� I tried to confirm what he wanted with words, but couldn�t so I nodded my head and led him out of the Common Room and toward potions. I watched as the German talked to Slughorn of where to sit, and Horace kindly pointed to the Slytherin where seats were vacant. I watched as Damion trailed back, watched as he entered the row behind me. I watched as he pulled a chair out right behind me. I quickly averted my eyes as thoughts raced through my head. Somehow, my eyes slowly strayed back toward the foreigner. I felt my breathing quicken and images, so vividly descriptive, flashed through my head. I pictured his pale skin brushing against mine, the smoothness of it making me gasp with pleasure. Everything was so vivid, so wondrous, so magical when they were suddenly interrupted with another image. Great, leathery bat wings filled the air, the vast ebony darkness filling the sky, turning everything bright and cheerful to eerie and intimidating. I saw black leather clasp to the legs of the humanoid while strings of more leather laced up the sides, keeping the blackened hide from falling to the floor. The torso was unclothed, and muscles rippled through the body, and the skin seemed to give off an unearthly glow. Red and golden highlights shone in his hair. The creature�s eyes were a full coal black, and my mind watched as the demon raised a muscled arm when I heard the crack. The whip held tight in his hand grazed the floor, creating a multiple of red hot sparks, and I shuddered as I wondered what the whip would feel like against my skin. Maybe you�ll enjoy it. But I didn�t want anything to do with the monster, and yet as my mind kept closing around him, I noticed there was something familiar about the wing�d beast. However, I couldn�t quite grasp it when the image started to dissolve. Literally, dissolve. The picture melted, oozing toward the ground of my cerebellum, and I was left in class, struck with fear from the thing that had come and visited me.

Class ended, and I walked over to Damion. He looked me up and down and proclaimed,

�You seem pale, more than usual, I mean.�

�I�m fine. I guess I was just thinking too hard last hour.�

�Vot the hell vere you thinking about?�

�Just things.�

�Vell, obviously, they are tearing your brain apart.�

�Let�s just get to class.� I always appreciated that he hadn�t pressed the subject. He never entered the subject again, not when we were headed to Advanced Transfiguration or a month later when we were heading to lunch. We finally reached Transfiguration, and I watched as McGonagall placed him near the front. I watched when I heard a whisper in my ear.

�You�ve been watching him for two class periods now.� I quickly turned away, and replied to Rhomulus�s statement.

�I�m just making sure everything�s all right with him.�

�Lucius, I�m sure he can find his seat on his own. Now, how about concentrating on your work rather than Damion�s?� I actually managed to concentrate on something other than the German for a while, but I was kidding myself when I said I�d be able to not think about him all hour. Those dirty thoughts just kept swimming back yet they didn�t stay long for the chaotic creature materialised inside of me once again. I could feel the heat of it, and I could feel the sexual passion that created it. That�s when I realised what it was. It was an incubus, and it had taken the form of a nightmare. I turned my head toward Dominic. Was he playing with me or was it another of his kind? Next, the nightmare let out a blood-curdling scream, and my bones became numb with cold. I called to Dominic for him to help me, and I watched as the ice blue eyes gazed into mine, and the horrid image crumbled to dust. My lips trembled when I realised I wouldn�t be able to survive if the monstrosity attacked. My mind would disintegrate, and I would be dubbed insane. Finally, the bell rang and I viewed Damion striding toward me.

�You�re going to have too find someone else to show you where to go. I don�t have divination.� Damion nodded as he left my side, and I felt a sudden longing to join him at his side, to kiss his lips and admit everything I felt toward him. I resisted the urge as I turned to follow Romulus to class.

The class droned on as I longed to exit when my mind wondered back to Damion. I thought about his lips upon mine, a velvet cloth covering mine in a sweet taste of harmony; the class no longer seemed to snail by, however. Instead it seemed to pass with the speed of an enraged or frightened unicorn. It wasn�t until class ended that my thoughts were interrupted by the bell, and it wasn�t until class ended did I realise the monster of my ongoing nightmare hadn�t visited me.

I entered the Common Room to see Damion and Dominic already sitting there. The jolt of seeing the two men that kept rolling through my mind nearly knocked me off my feet. Dominic looked up, his soft hair falling into his azure orbs; he continued to gaze at me for awhile when he finally spoke.

�Lucius, I need to speak with you.� I nodded my head, and we headed toward the dorms. I walked in, seeing no one in sight, not sure if I thought that was a good or bad thing. Alone with Dominic in the bedroom. Bedroom, it seemed to be whispered all around me when Dominic�s voice broke the sound. �Lucius, what was going on earlier today?�

�What do you mean?�

�In transfiguration, I saw what resided in your head. What were thinking about?�

�I�d rather not say.�

�Well, it was something passionate and sexual. I could feel it so there�s no use denying that, but Lucius, you need to stop thinking about that person. The demon obviously doesn�t enjoy it, and I won�t be able to help stop it forever. Lucius, if you don�t stop, that thing will attack, and your mind won�t survive. Tell me, you�ll stop.�

�I�ll try, but I can�t help thinking about . . . that.�

�Well, try,� he proclaimed as he started to walk away.

�Dominic,� I called. �I thought incubi lived through sex and lust. If that�s true, how come it doesn�t want me to think about this person that way?�

�How can you be sure it was an incubus?�

�I could feel it. Anyway, you should have known what it was, considering you are one.�

�Yeah, I guess you�re right,� he answered, and he turned to go again.

�Wait! You never answered my question,� I called. Dominic shrugged.

�Maybe he was jealous,� and with that, he walked away.

The weeks passed, and I continued to watch Damion when I could, and the incubus continued to interrupt my pleasures. I could feel its wrath growing hotter, and every time I saw it, I thought about what Dominic had said, �Maybe he was jealous,� and I wondered if maybe he was right. I wondered also when the fiend would attack, or if it would maybe leave sometime. All these thoughts rotated through my mind as I entered the Slytherin dorms, and there, sitting on his bed, was Damion. He looked heavenly with his rob sprawled across the bed, and I gazed at his bottom half, his ebony pants blending into the cloth of the Hogwarts uniform so that he seemed to be rising from the bed. I watched as the foreign beauty smirked, and my knees began to shake, and my heart started to beat rapidly as my lust for him grew. I watched that smirk as it slowly formed words.

�Sit down. There�s plenty of room on my bed, and I know how you long for it.�

�What do you mean I long for you?�

�Long for me, interesting way of putting it. Lucius, you�ve been constantly watching me for nearly two months now. Just come over here, and quit living in denial.� I stared at him, and somehow in that moment of silence, I had crept forward until I was at the edge of the bed, and my ice cold hand had started rubbing across his leg. It was in that moment, my mouth turned dry, and I did what Damion had suggested. I crawled in bed with him. I felt the heat of his flesh crawl across my neck, and I watched as he drew in. It was one of those moments when it seems like you have all the time in the world, but it really is only a matter of seconds, and while it was going on, the voices started to argue once more.

I can�t be wanting this. I�m not gay

Why won�t you listen to Damion? Quit living in denial.

I�m not living in denial. I�m not . . . Then, my thought stopped short as I felt his lips touch mine, and I realised it was fantastic, wondrous, superb. I felt those velvet lips touch mine, and I knew there was no use denying it. I was in love with the boy, truly in love. I knew I would do anything for Damion. Anything. It was during all these thoughts that the incubus returned. Its whip lay ready in its hand while it glared at me through red-tinted eyes. I watched it as it stood waiting, waiting for the time to strike. I felt Damion pull away, his soft searing lips pulling on my lower one as he slowly descended. Finally, his lips were removed from me completely, and that�s when the demon struck. The lash of the whip burned into my skin, and a horrible, ear-splitting scream escaped my throat. Damion�s eyes grew wide as my scream echoed through the room. I felt the whip lash across my back again, the pain roaring through my body, escaping in another shriek. I watched as the sex demon raised his arm to trash me again as Damion rushed closer to me. He wrapped his arms tightly around me, and the crack of the whip sounded in my head. However, I wasn�t the only one to let out a painful cry this time. I heard my own mix with the one Damion let loose. He was feeling my pain. Tears streamed from my eyes as he held me closer; I lifted my head to gaze upon him when the hurt came roaring back. My head bowed back from the torture, and those velvet lips came into my view. The incubus�s arm raised up again, and I closed my eyes to get ready for the pain when I felt Damion�s lips touch mine again, and this time, I kissed him back, long and lingering. I kissed him and watched as the muscled arm of the nightmare was brought down. The whip cracked, but the pain did not strike. Somehow, an invisible barrier kept it from hitting my skin. The creature tried again, but it still couldn�t get through the force field. I pulled away from Damion for a breath when I felt the force waver.

�Don�t stop kissing me,� Damion cried. �It�s what is protecting us from the creature.�

�How?�

�Does it matter? It�s helping, isn�t it?� Then, he pressed his lips against mine once more, and the shield flared into place as the whip was brought down. The incubus tried a few more times, but it finally gave up and left my mind. Forever.

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