#🔥 another day in paradise 🔥 v; main

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How long are you going to make me wait? (Zach to Vig; @mxrvelouscreations

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“Excuse me..?” was Vigoraunt’s immediate response. Confusion and mild offense flashed in his sapphire eyes as he turned to face the reporter he’d been flirting with (he’d thought unsuccessfully) for the better part of a month now as they’d worked together. What could the man possibly want from him? Surely, he wasn’t demanding a coffee run, or anything else so mundane. Vig would be mortified if that were the case; he was no mere servant to be ordered around.

The expression on Zach’s face made him falter, however, extinguishing the incubus’s temper in record time. Desire radiated from the mortal, drawing him in like a moth to a flame. Vig didn’t honestly recall the last time he’d blushed like this as a result of just words. “And what exactly am I making you wait for?” he asked, needing confirmation of Zach’s expectations. “What has you wanting me so desperately, hmm?” Thank the hells he’d managed to regain his composure. It was exceedingly rare for him to be caught off-guard in such a manner, especially in pseudo-public. They were currently alone in Zachary’s office, though he had no idea how thin the walls might be. If this conversation was going in the direction he thought it might, he’d have to try hard to keep quiet. Smirking, he sauntered over to lean on the desk, staring the journalist down.

“Go on, now,” he urged lowly, “don’t be shy. Tell me what has you so worked up.” He was already considering getting on his knees for the man, just as a reward for managing to fluster him so thoroughly, but he wanted to hear what Zach had in mind first.

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So defensive already! Vigoraunt almost let out a laugh upon clearly startling the other, but managed to keep his cool. He’d found the man intriguing, after all, and didn’t want to scare him off so soon. “Oh, nothing, really,” he replied, casually taking a sip of his wine. “Just that it’s not every day I come across someone perusing a scientific journal in the middle of a crowded bar. Naturally, I’m a bit curious as to why you’ve chosen here to study.” He wouldn’t press the man for the subject matter of his reading, as it already seemed like a sore spot.

“Don’t tell me you’re just using it as a lure to draw in people who are attracted to smart guys.” A teasing smirk curled his lips with the passing of his playful words. “I might then have to admit that it’s actually working.”

“That’s one fun little hobby you’ve got there.” (Vigoraunt for Jonathan @mortalprinceoflies )

"And what exactly do you mean by that?" His eyes lifted up from the book to look at the man before him. He certainly was a looker... but now was not the time to be in the gutter.

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send 🎲 to generate a kiss! (zach and vig; @mxrvelouscreations

Kiss Generator | @mxrvelouscreations | 36. A kiss to the shoulder

Gentleness wasn’t exactly Vig’s forte, but he’d been making more of an effort as of late. His relationship with Zach had been fiery and aggressive and thrilling. Everything he was used to. That wasn’t all the incubus wanted from him, though. He didn’t want to constantly be in contention with the man, entertaining as that could be at times.

It was a fine spring morning when he decided that a romantic peace offering was in order. Flowers tended to be his go-to, as he knew the meaning behind each one. He didn’t want to go for anything too big or extravagant this time around. The message he wanted to send was fairly simple: sweet woodruff and bluebells for humility, and morning glories for affection. ‘I’m sorry for being an ass, and I’ll try not to be so much of one in the future because I really like you.’ Vig grinned to himself as he rolled over to look at his sleeping lover. This would be perfect! If only he didn’t have to leave the beautiful slumbering man in order to pick up the bouquet. He watched the slow rise and fall of Zach’s chest for a moment before sighing and kissing his shoulder as a quiet goodbye. While he got ready, he did his best not to wake the man, taking a moment to scribble down a note before he strode out the door.

‘I’m off to the shops. Be back soon. I’ll have a surprise for you. - Vig’

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"Pin!" (Zachary to Vig; @mxrvelouscreations

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Such aggression wasn’t completely unexpected from the journalist, given their tenuous relationship, but Vigoraunt was still caught off guard by the sudden attack. He found himself trapped underneath the fuming man, hands pinned above his head as Zachary straddled him. Warmth pooled in his gut at the sensation of being handled so roughly. Hells, as if he needed another reason to be attracted to this man! A wicked grin lit up his already flushed face as he glared up defiantly, daring Zach to silence him.

“I’d no idea you wanted me that badly, love,” he teased. “There was no need for violence. All you had to do was ask. Although, I’m certainly not going to complain if you want to take me right here on the floor.” Hopefully, Zach would finally take his bait. Just the thought of it was getting the incubus worked up. He could already feel a slight tightness in his trousers from the pressure of Zach’s weight on his hips. “Do it,” he purred. “Bend me to your will. I’d love to see you try!” Vig wasn’t quite ready to turn the tables just yet. He wanted to see what reaction his challenge would garner.

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[ awkward ] sender and receiver, laying in the same bed, establish some distance between their bodies before falling asleep. when they wake up, they realize they're cuddling (zach and Vigoraunt; @mxrvelouscreations

Spending the Night | @mxrvelouscreations

Incubi ran hot, especially at night. Anyone who had slept with one would know. As a way of regulating his body temperature while asleep, Vigoraunt had taken to not using covers and wearing little to no clothing to bed, but since they’d been forced to share this tiny hotel room, he’d opted to wear a pair of light cotton trousers for the sake of Zachary’s comfort. Modest, yet breathable.

Going to bed had been a bit awkward, with Vig chastising the man for being such a drama king before huffing and turning over to sleep on his side. He just wanted to rest, for Satan’s sake. Needless to say, the last thing he expected to wake up to in the middle of the night after a particularly weird dream was a pair of arms wrapped snugly around him from behind.

Vigoraunt froze.

He could feel the warm, soft, steady breath of Zach on the back of his neck, making his hair stand on end. His heart thudded in his chest. At this rate, the physical contact would feed him and reenergize him by morning, but Vig wasn’t one to take what he needed without consent. Did that really matter if the other had grabbed him, though? Besides, the man was sleeping soundly, and would likely throw a fit if he was disturbed. And sweet fucking hells, this felt good. Vig simply couldn’t deny that. He drifted off again, sleep overtaking him as he relaxed against his mortal companion.

Dawn arose with the realization that he’d regained full power by acting as a living space heater, and Vig groaned at the thought. He totally wasn’t resting his arms over Zachary’s on his chest and abdomen, and he’d deny it if the other brought it up. He didn’t quite want to get up yet, though, as he wasn’t exactly a morning person. Let the mortal wake up and realize how cuddly he’d become in the night. That should be entertaining. Perhaps it might lead to more, but that was wishful thinking highly unlikely.

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A father of three teenagers should be used to this sort of chaos by now, but alas, Luke was having one of his bad days. He’d been late to work that morning because Jayden couldn’t find one of her notebooks for class, and Morgan had been roped into acting as moderator for an argument in one of her group chats, and both girls were dragging their feet. Once at the school, he’d had to endure a boring-ass meeting with his fellow councilors and the uppity VP, followed by a couple of student sessions and a fight that broke out in the hallway after fourth period. Campus police were called. Both of the students involved had been suspended. When his lunch break finally came around, Luke had been eager to get out of the building and grab some grub and fresh air.

It was a welcome period of respite, however short, but the problem he now faced was that he couldn’t find his keys. He’d been frantically searching the area around the park bench where he’d previously sat down to eat when the stranger caught him ranting to himself. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” he answered, with all the defeated frustration of a man who was not, in fact, totally fine. “I just lost my car keys. Must’ve fallen out of my jacket pocket at some point. Do you mind helping me find ‘em? Normally, I wouldn’t bother you, but I need to get back to work before too long, and four eyes are better than two.” His southern drawl added a bit of charm to his otherwise exasperated and slightly pained words. Jeez, his knees were already starting to hate him for this…

“i'd lose my mind if it wasn't screwed on.” (For Alaois from @mortalprinceoflies )

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"Your mind or your head?.. i feel like we've all been there. Are you alright, sir?"

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They were being watched. He’d tried to ignore it, write it off as paranoia from this being their first family trip outside of the country. This wasn’t an installment in the ‘Taken’ franchise; surely, no one was lurking in the shadows, waiting to kidnap one of his girls. No matter what he told himself, however, Luke’s anxiety wouldn’t leave him, especially when he noticed how tense Delaney was. Riley was taking photos nonstop, and Morgan and Jayden were animatedly pointed out landmarks that they wanted to visit next, with the Tower of London being the most prevalent on the list at the moment. They were blissfully unaware that their parents’ heads were on swivels, scanning the crowded London streets for whomever might be following them.

Delaney spotted him first. “Pretty blond with the pouty lips,” she muttered, squeezing Luke’s hand. “He’s definitely tailing us. I saw him when we walked out of the Jack the Ripper Museum.”

“So he’s been on us for at least fifteen minutes,” Luke sighed, hating the fact that he’d been right. “Great…alright, keep moving with the girls. I’ll take care of this guy and catch up with you.”

“Don’t do anything stupid, Luke…”

“I won’t! I’m just gonna have a polite chat with the guy, try to discourage him from pulling whatever bullshit he wants to pull. I think he knows he’s been made, though.” Luke had locked eyes with the mysterious young man by mistake, and now couldn’t stop looking at him for fear that he’d lose him in the crowd. This was just too weird. He gave Delaney a quick kiss on the cheek, pretending not to notice as she slipped one of her lucky charms into his pocket before leaving with the girls. It was her way of saying she was worried about him, and he honestly found it endearing.

Squaring his shoulders, he turned to confront his stalker, brown eyes turning steely and briefly flashing red. “Look, buddy, I know you probably thought I’d be an easy target because I’m some country bumpkin tourist, but you’re barkin’ up the wrong tree. I’m just tryin’ to have a nice vacation with my family. I don’t need you to ruin it with whatever scheme you’re plannin’ on pullin’. Stop followin’ us!” Hands balled into fists at his sides briefly before loosening again. He didn’t want this to turn into a fight, but if the other decided to get physical, he would gladly defend himself.

Little did he know that he had yet another pair of eyes on him. Vigoraunt had been haunting Luke and his family for far longer than this angelic menace; he had just been more subtle. Blending into the crowd was just as easy for the incubus here in England as it had been back in the States. Hells, he’d probably turned it into an art form at this point. The trick was to simply mind one’s own business while remaining in the general vicinity of one’s target, although being able to turn invisible certainly didn’t hurt. Truthfully, he hated being a spy, but restoring Lucifer to his infernal throne was more than worth it. A nosy fallen angel, however, could throw a massive wrench into that plan. Vig readied himself to intervene if necessary. This could get messy.

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[  FACE  ] :  receiver won’t stop talking. in an attempt to get them to stop, sender grabs their face, underestimating the intensity of the act. (Zachary and Vigoraunt; @mxrvelouscreations

Nearly A Kiss | @mxrvelouscreations

A smug smirk tugged at the incubus’s lips. Normally, he’d be furious at anyone who dared to lay hands on him in such a brutish manner, but in this case, he found it well deserved. Relished in the rough touch that his teasing and prattling on had earned him. Gaining a reaction from the stoic journalist had been easier than he’d imagined. Time to go for the figurative kill.

Lithe hands bedecked with various rings snaked over the man’s hips to land at the small of his waist, tugging a little at his shirt as he pulled him a bit closer. The spark of mischief that had lingered in Vigoraunt’s blue eyes now lit them ablaze. “If you want me to shut my mouth that badly,” he purred, working around the hand at his jaw, “then why don’t you make me?” He was so close to being able to feed, he could nearly taste it! Just the touch of the other man was enough to invigorate him, hunger and lust burning in his gut, but he forced himself to wait. Play with the mortal a while longer until desire won out.

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Send a ‘✔ ‘ for my muse to react to your muse saving them. (Zachary and Vig; @mxrvelouscreations

Savior | @mxrvelouscreations

Everything was spinning around him. Or perhaps he was the one spinning? No…no, he was stationary, leaning against the bar in an effort to make everything stop spinning. Why was it spinning in the first place? He’d only had one drink so far, right? A single glass of red wine to take the edge off after a long day, one that he’d been gradually sipping from throughout his lovely conversation with his even lovelier lover, who was currently in a shouting match with some-…

Oh.

“Fuck,” the incubus muttered, his vision darkening around the edges. There was an intense burning in his throat. Whomever had drugged him had evidently known to use holy water to make it truly potent, which meant both he and his valiant partner were in vastly more trouble than they’d realized. “Hunter,” he croaked, reaching out for his lover. “Zach…h-he’s a hunter! N-need…to leave…we need…to leave! Now!” Vigoraunt was fighting to stay conscious, willing his hardy infernal blood to keep him awake until they were at least out of the bar. Demon hunters were not to be trifled with, and this one had managed to get the drop on them. Besides that, he hadn’t yet told Zachary what he truly was, meaning that the man had no idea that he was defending an incubus from a dangerously zealous holy warrior. He’d been meaning to explain everything, of course, but could never quite find the courage. Now they were in deep shit, and it was his own fault!

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“Tell me where it hurts.” (Zach to Vig; @mxrvelouscreations

Hurt/Comfort Starters | @mxrvelouscreations

“It doesn’t. I’m fine,” the incubus quipped, despite his pounding head and spotty vision. That biker brute had clocked him harder than he’d first thought, but at least Vigoraunt had given him a bloody nose and a few bruised ribs for his trouble. Served the prick right for calling him a pansy! The fight had unfortunately been broken up by the bartender before he could really teach the leather-clad homophobic piece of shit a lesson about bullying, but Vig took some solace in knowing that he’d protected his lover from harm.

“Unlike some people,” he added, glaring daggers at his bloodied opponent with a smirk that he knew would infuriate the man further, “I can actually take a hit or two. You’ve no need to worry about me, love.” His gaze turned tender when it landed back on Zach, and he even went so far as to take the journalist’s hand up to his lips for a chaste kiss. It was odd how quickly he could go from raging brawler to prim and proper gentleman, but he saw it as a strength. Let the other patrons see how little this squabble had mattered to him. “Are you alright? Shall we leave this place and get drinks somewhere with a little more class and acceptance, or are you feeling as rebellious as I am?”

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“What would you do if...”

Vig + Zac kissed

I’m sensing burnt lips for both boys, scorched skin and a lot of pain

What if | @runyou-clever-boy

“Oh, my lips would most assuredly burn, and I’d savor every second of it, but I’d never kiss him against his will. I’d prefer to make him want it, first. Wouldn’t be fun, otherwise. I’d rather know I’m desired than fruitlessly pursue someone who clearly doesn’t want me. Oh, and I would try my best not to let my inner fire blaze too hot; I have enough self control to do him that courtesy, though I will admit that I have no idea how I’d protect myself from his holy mouth. Perhaps the pleasure might be worth the pain.”

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All playfulness left him as Zack spoke. The incubus was yet again thrown for a loop, wondering just how long his mortal friend and coworker had reciprocated his feelings without saying anything. And now the fool had the gall to act like Vig was the one playing games? The insinuation hurt more than he would have liked to admit.

“I would never touch you without your express consent,” he replied, his tone now deadly serious. “You know that, right? No matter how much I talk about wanting to be intimate with you, I could never bring myself to lay a hand on you without knowing for a fact that you wanted it. I’m not that kind of man, Zach. Never have been, never will be. How was I supposed to know that you wanted me, too? What indication have you given me? You always push me away when I flirt with you, verbally and physically! Hells, I was nearly ready to give up on trying to woo you until you said something tonight-”

The hand at his cheek and the ultimatum cut him off before he could admit that he’d been made weak in the knees, and now he was torn between fury, desire, and hurt. What the fuck was he supposed to do now? Give in and soil whatever they might have with uncertainty and the fear that he was being manipulated? Walk away and give it all up? Both options seemed horrible, frankly. Acting on impulse, he leaned forward and placed a chaste, shockingly gentle kiss on Zachary’s cheek before pulling away. “I’ve been open and honest about what I want, Zach. Do not blame me for not being able to read your mind. If you really feel the same about me as I feel about you, you need to tell me clearly, not rely on mixed signals and ultimatums.”

How long are you going to make me wait? (Zach to Vig; @mxrvelouscreations

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“Excuse me..?” was Vigoraunt’s immediate response. Confusion and mild offense flashed in his sapphire eyes as he turned to face the reporter he’d been flirting with (he’d thought unsuccessfully) for the better part of a month now as they’d worked together. What could the man possibly want from him? Surely, he wasn’t demanding a coffee run, or anything else so mundane. Vig would be mortified if that were the case; he was no mere servant to be ordered around.

The expression on Zach’s face made him falter, however, extinguishing the incubus’s temper in record time. Desire radiated from the mortal, drawing him in like a moth to a flame. Vig didn’t honestly recall the last time he’d blushed like this as a result of just words. “And what exactly am I making you wait for?” he asked, needing confirmation of Zach’s expectations. “What has you wanting me so desperately, hmm?” Thank the hells he’d managed to regain his composure. It was exceedingly rare for him to be caught off-guard in such a manner, especially in pseudo-public. They were currently alone in Zachary’s office, though he had no idea how thin the walls might be. If this conversation was going in the direction he thought it might, he’d have to try hard to keep quiet. Smirking, he sauntered over to lean on the desk, staring the journalist down.

“Go on, now,” he urged lowly, “don’t be shy. Tell me what has you so worked up.” He was already considering getting on his knees for the man, just as a reward for managing to fluster him so thoroughly, but he wanted to hear what Zach had in mind first.

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The trip to the flower shop was quick enough, and after a bit of hunting, Vig was able to find what he needed, but the lady at checkout distracted him for a little bit too long. She’d seen what he was getting, and had curiously asked if he knew what those specific flowers meant. He said yes, of course, and what followed was a rather animated conversation about how she’d been gradually learning the language of flowers, which he’d practically grown up with. While it did bring him great joy, he was anxious to get back to his darling Zachary and see what he thought. The shop owner assented with a nod and a laugh, and rang him up with a considerable discount for making her day.

He returned home, bouquet in hand, eager to present them to his love. Purple morning glories and bluebells, accented with sweet woodruff and tied with a modest lavender bow. Had he known the other was awake, he would have announced himself when he walked in, but he entered quietly instead. Upon finding Zach up and about, he grinned and gifted him the small bouquet. “Surprise, love~” he cooed, awaiting the man’s reaction with baited breath. Hopefully, he liked them? Vig suddenly found himself growing a little nervous, face flushing a light rosy shade. He hadn’t done this for someone in a while. What if it was too soon? What if he overstepped?

“I thought I’d get you a little pick-me-up,” he continued trying to ignore the nagging thoughts at the back of his mind. “Do you have a vase I could put these in?”

send 🎲 to generate a kiss! (zach and vig; @mxrvelouscreations

Kiss Generator | @mxrvelouscreations | 36. A kiss to the shoulder

Gentleness wasn’t exactly Vig’s forte, but he’d been making more of an effort as of late. His relationship with Zach had been fiery and aggressive and thrilling. Everything he was used to. That wasn’t all the incubus wanted from him, though. He didn’t want to constantly be in contention with the man, entertaining as that could be at times.

It was a fine spring morning when he decided that a romantic peace offering was in order. Flowers tended to be his go-to, as he knew the meaning behind each one. He didn’t want to go for anything too big or extravagant this time around. The message he wanted to send was fairly simple: sweet woodruff and bluebells for humility, and morning glories for affection. ‘I’m sorry for being an ass, and I’ll try not to be so much of one in the future because I really like you.’ Vig grinned to himself as he rolled over to look at his sleeping lover. This would be perfect! If only he didn’t have to leave the beautiful slumbering man in order to pick up the bouquet. He watched the slow rise and fall of Zach’s chest for a moment before sighing and kissing his shoulder as a quiet goodbye. While he got ready, he did his best not to wake the man, taking a moment to scribble down a note before he strode out the door.

‘I’m off to the shops. Be back soon. I’ll have a surprise for you. - Vig’

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Vig blinked up at Zach, deflating more with every word that came out of the journalist’s mouth. Had he read the situation entirely wrong? Was this man truly different from all the other aggressive guys he’d pursued or been pursued by? “In my defense,” he retorted flatly, “most men who’ve laid me out like this have only ever wanted a quick fuck or a fight.” If it was the former, he’d given in, taunting and teasing to convince himself that he’d wanted it, that it was a recharge and nothing more. If it was a fight, however, claws came out, teeth were bared, and blood was spilled. Vigoraunt really didn’t want a fight. Judging by Zachary’s fading rage, he didn’t think he was going to get one, thankfully, but that did nothing to calm his fears. Adrenaline was still high from being pinned down, unable to escape. His heart was pounding in his chest, and while he was still insanely hot for Zachary, the gravity of the situation had set in.

“I thought I’d made it fairly obvious that I want you,” he snapped back, eyes blazing as he caught his breath. “But not…not here. Not like this.” The admission came out quiet, like he was ashamed to say it out loud. “This hurts. In many…many ways. I like you, but I don’t want to be thrown around every time I flirt too much. Can you really blame me for thinking you’re a violent person?” Pot calling kettle, there; Vigoraunt himself was no stranger to brawling with those who crossed him. He pushed that thought away, however, and continued his rant. “If you were annoyed and wanted me to stop, you could have just told me! I’m not a simpleton! I understand the word ‘no’! But instead, you use your hands and play rough, and it makes things even more difficult difficult for me because I can never truly tell where you stand. I don’t know whether you want me back or hate me entirely!”

"Pin!" (Zachary to Vig; @mxrvelouscreations

Send "Pin!" for your muse to pin mine on the floor. | @mxrvelouscreations

Such aggression wasn’t completely unexpected from the journalist, given their tenuous relationship, but Vigoraunt was still caught off guard by the sudden attack. He found himself trapped underneath the fuming man, hands pinned above his head as Zachary straddled him. Warmth pooled in his gut at the sensation of being handled so roughly. Hells, as if he needed another reason to be attracted to this man! A wicked grin lit up his already flushed face as he glared up defiantly, daring Zach to silence him.

“I’d no idea you wanted me that badly, love,” he teased. “There was no need for violence. All you had to do was ask. Although, I’m certainly not going to complain if you want to take me right here on the floor.” Hopefully, Zach would finally take his bait. Just the thought of it was getting the incubus worked up. He could already feel a slight tightness in his trousers from the pressure of Zach’s weight on his hips. “Do it,” he purred. “Bend me to your will. I’d love to see you try!” Vig wasn’t quite ready to turn the tables just yet. He wanted to see what reaction his challenge would garner.

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Vig grumbled a little when he was addressed, blue eyes peering up at the other from under mussed golden curls. Hells, wasn’t that a fine view? Zachary leaning over him in the dawn’s light that filtered through the window was enough to put a soft smile on the incubus’s sleepy face. He shifted to lay on his back so that he could look up at the gorgeous man properly.

“I was,” he answered, “but not unpleasantly so. The A/C in here is bloody fantastic. Besides, you seemed pretty comfortable, and I didn’t want to wake you. Figured that would be rude.” A teasing smirk graced his features as he brought an arm up to rest behind his head. Was he taking advantage of the opportunity to show himself off? Perhaps a little. Tempting mortals was a skill he’d gotten quite good at, and Zachary was certainly a fun one to flirt with. “Oh, come now, I seriously doubt I’m the worst thing you’ve woken up to, darling.” The pet name slipped out before he could catch himself. Something about waking up fully energized in the light of the morning star with a beautiful man in his bed made Vig almost giddy. He hadn’t felt this good without sex in a very long time, and it made him reluctant to get up. Why ruin a perfectly good, peaceful moment? He was romanticizing it rather drastically, he knew, but he couldn’t deny that he was happy, and how rare that was.

“Ugh, do we really have to leave?” The complaint almost sounded like a whine, but he managed to pull himself together. “Seems like such a perfect morning to stay in and relax.” Truth be told, he’d rather spend it in bed with Zach than follow him around the city with a camera, snapping photos for their latest article. He was already having a hard time resisting the urge to lean up and leave a chaste kiss on the man’s lips, like they were long time lovers, or husbands, or something. Bleeding hells, why was he feeling so domestic all of the sudden?

[ awkward ] sender and receiver, laying in the same bed, establish some distance between their bodies before falling asleep. when they wake up, they realize they're cuddling (zach and Vigoraunt; @mxrvelouscreations

Spending the Night | @mxrvelouscreations

Incubi ran hot, especially at night. Anyone who had slept with one would know. As a way of regulating his body temperature while asleep, Vigoraunt had taken to not using covers and wearing little to no clothing to bed, but since they’d been forced to share this tiny hotel room, he’d opted to wear a pair of light cotton trousers for the sake of Zachary’s comfort. Modest, yet breathable.

Going to bed had been a bit awkward, with Vig chastising the man for being such a drama king before huffing and turning over to sleep on his side. He just wanted to rest, for Satan’s sake. Needless to say, the last thing he expected to wake up to in the middle of the night after a particularly weird dream was a pair of arms wrapped snugly around him from behind.

Vigoraunt froze.

He could feel the warm, soft, steady breath of Zach on the back of his neck, making his hair stand on end. His heart thudded in his chest. At this rate, the physical contact would feed him and reenergize him by morning, but Vig wasn’t one to take what he needed without consent. Did that really matter if the other had grabbed him, though? Besides, the man was sleeping soundly, and would likely throw a fit if he was disturbed. And sweet fucking hells, this felt good. Vig simply couldn’t deny that. He drifted off again, sleep overtaking him as he relaxed against his mortal companion.

Dawn arose with the realization that he’d regained full power by acting as a living space heater, and Vig groaned at the thought. He totally wasn’t resting his arms over Zachary’s on his chest and abdomen, and he’d deny it if the other brought it up. He didn’t quite want to get up yet, though, as he wasn’t exactly a morning person. Let the mortal wake up and realize how cuddly he’d become in the night. That should be entertaining. Perhaps it might lead to more, but that was wishful thinking highly unlikely.