MONSTER AU MASTERPOST

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INCUBUS!TUCK & EARLY!CHURCH

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[i'm just threadstarting because i'm super fucking anal about organization and chronology alright, don't mind me]

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[Night time is great. Night time is great because it means humans sleeping, which means they're dreaming which means Tucker can get a read on what they like and get some food from it. Usually anyway. There's this one fucking house tho, most of the other monsters steer clear of it and Tucker can't begin to fathom why. Curiosity always gets the better of him so he glides on up to one of the windows and peeks in. Looks normal to him, climbs in and .... Yeah okay there's one dude asleep and that's perfect.

He moves to kneel down close by the bed and close his eyes to take a peek into this loser's dreams, sees blonde hair, right intelligent eyes, warm smile that radiates strength and the willingness to drop kick this nerd's ass. Hell, that's a good one. He can work with that. He gets to his feet and starts his shift, reaching to touch at the guy's hand against the bed and leans down to kiss his forehead.]

Church. [The fuck kinda name is 'Church' anyway. Weirdo.]

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[there's a moment where he's not all there yet, still hazy and halfasleep. church twists his hand to grab at hers, and a genuine smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. he's know that voice anywhere, that curtain of blonde hair--]

[which cannot fucking possibly be hanging over him right now. she can't. she CAN'T be.]

What the fuck! [he's fully awake in an instant, scrabbling back against the headboard with panicky kicks, his heels skidding along the sheets.] What the fuck! What the fuck! [this has happened before, but it doesn't get easier. and it's never this intensely... well, real.]

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[Oh holy shit. The minute Church is scrambling away, Tucker steps back, blinking slowly, hands out defensively.]

Whoa whoa, it's okay! [He drops the mimicked voice for his own, starts ssssslowly shifting back. This rarely, if ever, happens so it always catches him off guard. What's the story with this one then.]

I'm a friendly, promise! [His tail is twitching agitatedly and his wings small enough to be just barely visible but he's there and not looking like that woman anymore.]

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[his ribcage still heaving and eyes still wide, church stays frozen for a long moment. his breathing does eventually start to slow, especially as tucker starts shifting back to being himself. that's-- that's different. it's not her. it's not her.] Okay. Okay. What the... [get your thoughts in order, don't just repeat yourself.]

You... Who the fuck are you? What was that? [is he just hallucinating?]

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That, uh.

[Wow this guy is really disoriented by that vision of ...whoever that woman was. Might have been important. Might have hit a nerve.]

Name's Tucker. Incubus? I shift into whatever's in your dreams, let you bang one out.

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[his pulse is slowly sinking back to baseline, church slowly regaining his composure -- or the closest thing church has to it.] Inc-- oh, shit. [but then his cheeks are flushing, and he's sitting up straight with a scowl.] I don't dream about her! Don't fucking lie. I don't dream about her anymore.

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Uh huh. [Said in the driest fucking tone he can muster. God he's just hungry, he didn't order all the bullshit on the side.]

And if you don't then how'd I know what she looked and sounded like? Fuckin' fooled you for a solid minute.

i am sorry he keeps ruining these but he is not a smooth operator

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[if he didn't want a generous helping of bullshit on the side, he should have gone elsewhere to fill his cravings.]

[church's face is bright red in a matter of moments, darkening while he stammers.] I don't know! Some weird freaky demon magic! Who knows! Who cares! [puffed up like an angry cat, he crosses his arms and looks away, pouting fiercely.]

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[Wash looks forward to Tucker visiting him. Well, okay. That's not accurate. He looks forward to it the same way you look forward to a sandwich after a long stint of not eating, or a hot bath after a long day on your feet when your joints are screaming. Which is to say: he kind of... yearns.

Which is embarrassing, for mister stoic ex-marine. So he tries to keep that shit under wraps. But when he hears the telltale beat of Tucker's wings, he gets up and goes to the door with that totally uncharacteristic smile on his face. Tucker just does something to him.]

Hey.

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[He's been thinking about it for a while now, since they started meeting regularly. Tucker sat and thought about it, realizing how weird it was that he'd almost completely stopped hunting. Just unconsciously went to Wash every time he got hungry or wanted the company that wasn't Church or the others; when he wanted human company and boy was that a doozy of a realization. But he can't ignore the reality: he literally eats Wash's life away a little every time they're together and do anything more than general physical attention.

And he's not entirely okay with that thought.

He's exhausted, hasn't done a lot with him lately so he lands heavy, gets a hand on the doorframe to steady the landing and fuck fuck he loves that smile and that it's directed at him and for him.]

Wash, hey. [Try not to sound exhausted.] You come here often?

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Every now and again. [Tucker's trying his best to keep up a strong front, but Wash knows him well enough now it doesn't slide. He saw that stumble on the dismount, the way he wasn't flying quite even.]

Jesus. You really need to feed. [Well, Wash is more than happy to supply. Tucker is, bluntly, an amazing lay; Wash likes him; and there's that -- that something more, some kind of burgeoning feeling he can't name. Is it any wonder Wash has had more sex in a few months than in the rest of his entire life?

He goes for Tucker's arm, tugs him in a little, gently.]

Let's get you into bed.

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[Tucker lets himself be led in, almost loses his footing over the threshold but he smiles, shrinks his wings so it's easier to get in. It's nice sometimes to know someone worries for him, first time in centuries he can ever remember.]

Dude, come on, I just got here. Usually it's customary to buy like... Dinner or something first for you? That's how that goes right?

[You would think after this long he'd get how human courting customs work.]

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Yeah, with humans. You may have noticed we eat food, not sex.

[Normally Tucker doesn't let himself go this long without it -- Wash would be more worried, but Tucker did show up, ostensibly to fix it. Maybe for Wash's company, too, but... he tries not to delude himself about his chances with an incubus. They're not really made for commitment.]

I'm not saying I wouldn't like dinner, but we can have it after you have your strength back.

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Ugh. [He groans, kinda kicking the door closed behind him but following easily enough.]

You'll pass out after that, no, you gotta eat first, Wash.

[It's been weeks since he's said his name and it feels like coming home to an old friend to say it. But he seriously really does worry for him. Maybe he can logic his way into stalling.]

Plus, you eat first, you have more energy, which is more for me later.

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Alright, alright. [Wash rolls his eyes jokingly.]

I don't know how much I have in the house to make anything, though. Would you accept a sandwich?

[He even opens the fridge, standing aside for Tucker to take a look, too. It's mostly salad fixings...]

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Hey, don't look at me, you're the one eating it. You think that'll give you enough energy to tangle with me?

[He drapes an arm over Wash's shoulder and peeks in anyway. Man, the guy really should invest in some meat or something.]

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[It's been a couple months since he made his decision. He left once, a few days after that first night and flew out lopsided and struggling to feed somewhere else, just a quickie to sate the hunger. Came back a day or so later after reaffirming that yes, this is what he wants. He wants to keep this human alive but also... Stay close to him. Even without the sex and feeding, he likes Wash and wants to be near him.

Which is still the weirdest thing he's ever realized about himself.

Unfortunately the exhaustion and hunger keep him from really doing much in the way of, well, anything. Most of the time's spent piled up in Wash's bed, moving to lay on the couch when it's time to wash the sheets (he's glad for Wash's tiny apartment now too).

It's another day he's sprawled across the sheets, watching the sun go down through the windows.]

Hey... [He's at least taken to asking questions to pass the time. Even if they're kind of dumb.] Why'd you move here anyway? Place is tiny.

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Mm?

[Wash is folding his laundry on the bed. He's taken to doing a lot of his chores in the bedroom, if only because it keeps him close to Tucker.]

It was far enough away from anyone I knew I didn't have to deal with the fallout from... you know. [Quitting his job to fuck monsters!!!!!!] That, and there's a bus stop nearby, rent is on the low end, and... it's one of the only places around here that allows cats.

[BUSTED. THE REAL REASON REVEALED]

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Heh. Dumbass.

[The corners of his lips turn up in a little smile. Of course it's the fucking low rent and cat allowances. He's taken to really liking them being around, they're soft. Easy to chill with.]

...Faces west, so good choice.

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Didn't know I needed your approval.

[His tone is joking. Wash folds a shirt neatly, putting it on his already-folded pile.]

Do you have a place of your own? I don't think I've ever asked.

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[He rolls to lay on his side, keeps his wings tiny now, too much effort to keep them big. He could almost look human, if not for the horns above the blanket.

He drifts for a second, comes back with a little jerk.] Uh-- Yeah. Other side of town, out of th' way.

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Maybe I'll come over sometime.

[He eyes Tucker as he blinks listlessly. Tucker's been... in and out... lately. Wash knows he's not getting enough to eat, but he hasn't initiated anything with him and after the last time Wash is hesitant to. It's just never come up. He hadn't thought that was possible with Tucker.

It's getting bad. He has to say something.]

Why aren't you feeding off me anymore?

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's nothing special over there.

[This is nice. Relaxing, even if the reason for it is shitty and... Well bad. Not feeding is really bad. He's tried not to think too much about though. It's getting easier to not.

He lifts his head to look Wash's direction at the question, didn't quite catch it.]

Huh?

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You aren't interested in sleeping with me anymore. [Shit. He's always too blunt.] It's fine if you don't want to, obviously, but you've been starving. You know I don't mind if you need to.