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[lustforlife]

At the current time, Alex sat in his beach-side loft penthouse (one of many his family owned) on a Friday night, gazing at his list of contacts on his smartphone. Hmm, now who to call tonight for some much needed fun? The type of fun that involved his bed and an absence of clothes. Mm, who to call indeed. He had a few choices. As he pondered this, he was glancing through some pictures on his phone, a few of which were of a certain special young detective friend of his.

Lucas. Ohhh, Lucas. Alex liked that one. Licking his lips absently as he went through the various pics of the young blond male, his surfer style hair - ohhh, he remembered how nice it felt running his hands through it. And over the rest of him as well. Ohh, yeah. Such nice skin, nicely toned form, and flexible too. He recalled their first night together, panting, sweating, writhing, joined together in various positions, spent nearly the full night in hot.. well. It was a fun night. It was also the first night they had met. And such an interesting way to meet, what had ended in a night of pleasure... had begun in a meeting of pain. A fight, actually. Alex found it lucky they'd both managed to survive it, for it was a tough one..


================ F L A S H B A C K !!!!! ========================


One month ago. It was late, an hour or so before midnight, and the young incubi/warlock hybrid was walking the streets of a city, dressed in a hoodie jacket and tight jeans. He knew he should feed soon. Maybe he could find a club still open and perhaps find a partner or two. Yeah, that could do. Clubs were the best place to find partners like that. And being an incubus, finding them was easy - all he had to do was read their auras, and whoever out of the crowd had the brightest and largest spike in aura, those were the ones that desired him.

But then, as he was walking along, he heard something. Shouts, other sounds. Sounds of a struggle. A fight? Oh, definitely a fight, from the sound of attacking, and occasionally of trashcans knocked over, or a slamming into a fence, or other noises. It seemed to be coming from an alley a block ahead. Now, he was taught to avoid dark alleys in big cities, especially in bad parts of town. But he heard a fight going on, maybe someone needed assistance. And hey, he wasn't defenseless, he did have powers. After a heavy sigh, he quickened his steps as he moved closer and closer to the commotion from the alley.