A Living Nightmare

A Living Nightmare (Nightmares 2)

When demons exist in human shape, life itself can become a nightmare.

When demons exist in human shape, life itself can become a nightmare.

Gay porn star Colin Meighan and his lover Mikey Fawkes could have been as happy as any couple fresh in love, if it weren’t for the fact that Colin is an incubus demon. While the sex is fantastic, Colin’s need to feed on his partner’s emotions leaves Mikey drained of energy and ageing prematurely. But that’s not the only problem. Colin’s paranormal sexuality attracts attention of an unwanted kind and when he meets Sasha, the only son of Gareth DeForest, MP, he’s torn between tender feelings for the innocent young man and his love for Mikey.

Just as this dilemma appears to be solved, events take an appalling turn. Colin has to face the bitter truth about his heritage—a truth that makes him realise that he might just be trapped in a living nightmare.

Word count: 32,450

Readers Advisory: This is book 2 in a series with an ongoing story arc and best enjoyed as part of the series in order of release. Contains mild BDSM including pain play and M/M/M sex including double penetration.

This title will be re-released in May 2016.

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Mikey was in my arms, his warm back pressed to my front, my cock resting in the cleft of his arse. Already I was half-hard for him, or maybe our dreams had aroused me—the way they always did when we were together. I was in love with Mikey, had been for well over four months now, and I had become more susceptible to his subconscious than ever. I’d talked about it with Pete, my best friend and business partner. He assumed that it was only a matter of time until I would be able to read Mikey’s mind when he was awake, a notion that fascinated me.
Mikey, however, wasn’t too pleased with that idea, but he’d accepted that living with a half-demon of the incubus kind had some downsides to it. Like never going out for dinner because I fed on human emotions, or me draining him of his energy when we had sex.
“You’re awake early,” Mikey mumbled and pressed his backside to me. Biting my lip, I stifled a groan but I couldn’t keep my dick from filling in hope. Half-turning, he smiled at me over his shoulder.
I put my hand on his thigh and gave him a playful squeeze. “Nn-nn, you just slept long.” The morning light made his eyes gleam in that beautiful shade of blue—like a calm, but deep lake on a summer’s day. I leant down to kiss him. He tasted of sleep and so much just like him that my dick twitched in anticipation. I tried to pull back before I embarrassed myself but he slid an arm behind my neck and held me tight. “Want you, baby,” he murmured against my lips. I couldn’t resist the temptation that he was—much as I ought to—and I caressed his bare chest with my fingertips, brushing his nipples. Pinching and tweaking them, I turned them into hard little pebbles, then I followed the outlines of his stomach muscles down.
Mikey groaned as I wrapped my fingers around his erection. I’d known he’d be hard for me; he always was in the mornings. Rocking his hips, he alternately thrust into my fist and rubbed his arse on my erection. “Fucking tease,” I scolded, gasping when he clenched his buttocks around me.
He chuckled. “I know. Come on, fuck me already.”
The feel of his sleek body so close to mine clouded my mind. I should have stopped but I couldn’t. I wanted him too much. The lube was within easy reach and I slicked myself up, then parted Mikey’s cheeks to find the right spot. He grunted as I pushed in, that irresistible noise between ‘yes please’ and ‘fuck no’ he always made when I entered him. His muscles clamped down on me, threatening to crush me, and I gave him the seconds he needed to adjust. The first thrust was sensational. His channel enveloped my dick like a wet, tight glove and the feel of his body lined up to mine, such a perfect fit, made me want to weep with pleasure.
We moved slowly, rocking together and making sensual love rather than fucking. It was sweet, dreamy and utterly fulfilling. I didn’t want it to end and yet, when it did, I was happy and well satisfied. Mikey pressed back into my embrace the second I’d pulled out of him and let out a contented sigh.
“Did you see my dreams again?” he asked after a while, in that sleep and sex-softened tone that made me want to kiss him even more.
I kissed him again. “Yes.”
He wrinkled his nose. “What’s it like?”
“Hmm. Strange. A bit like my own but, uh, less intense. It’s as if I’m merely watching which, I guess, technically, I am.”
“That must be really weird.”
“It is,” I confirmed. “When Pete told me it was likely to happen, I thought he was just taking the piss but, well, I know better now.”
“Strange being you,” Mikey mumbled and snuggled deeper into his pillow. Watching him, I took in his soft blond hair. It was longer now and almost reached his eyes. It was also thinner than when I’d first met him. Along with the faint lines on his faces, it was one of the signs that gave away the effect I had on him. Mikey was getting prematurely old. I’d worn him out, still did, even though we’d moved to strictly scheduled sex. Neither of us liked the lack of spontaneity, but we both understood the necessity for it.
If I’d been allowed to follow my instincts, I would’ve killed Mikey within a few months. I knew I wasn’t to blame. He just couldn’t keep up with me.
“Want me to make you breakfast?” I offered.
He sighed. “I can make it myself.”
“I know. But I like to make it.”
“Yeah, so you keep saying, but I have no idea why. It’s not like you eat any of the stuff yourself. Or even just have coffee.”
“That doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy the preparation of food. What would you like? Eggs and toast? Want me to fry some bacon, too? Or would you prefer something sweet? I’ll make you pancakes.”
“Colin… Easy. I’m not all that hungry, to be honest. Just coffee will be fine.”
Trying not to let my disappointment show, I stared at the duvet where it stretched across Mikey’s shapely thigh. “You need to eat,” I muttered. “Fill up your energy levels.”
“My energy levels are fine,” Mikey grumbled.
“I know,” I hurried to say, knowing that bringing up that topic now would only make him cranky. “Just a bit low perhaps. Tell you what, you stay in bed a little longer and I’ll go and see what I find.”
I blew a kiss on the skin below his ear and hopped out of bed, not giving him another chance to reject my offer. I could feel him watch me as I slipped into my favourite old pair of jeans, then I left him to his fucked-out morning drowsiness.
I took my time preparing his food. He’d have gone back to sleep for a bit, probably conked out the minute I’d left him. Mikey was too weak for those early-morning shags and I should’ve known better than to let myself get carried away.
Sneaking into our bedroom, I put the tray with his breakfast on the table, along with a brief note, and went to start the day.