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From:

bestever

[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.]

From:

bestsword

[Yeah, he's not buying it. He knows what he does, he knows his procedure. This dude needs to learn.

Tucker climbs up onto the bed and sits cross-legged in front of him, tail just swishing in aggravation.]

I know, and I care because it's my fucking job! You were dreaming about her so that's what I used. 'Demon magic' is a load of bullshit, sorry to surprise you.

From:

bestever

[he bristles, turning back towards him and leaning forward from having pressed himself back against the baseboard to scowl at the intruder from within his personal space. this has been a sore subject for a little while now, but... not long enough. it's never long enough, when it comes to her.]

You're a load of bullshit! I'm over it, I have been for ages. Why would I still be thinking about her in my sleep? [church that's... that's not how dreams work... but who can blame him, really. ever since, it seems to be the only thing that anybody wants to talk to him about. when they don't have to, because he's FINE.]

[... he is really not reacting properly to the admitted otherwordly creature sitting across from him.]

From:

bestsword

[Tucker huffs a bit, puffing one cheek out as he watches Church try to talk his way out of what Tucker knows for a fact. He could keep this argument going, sure, and probably win it in the end too.

But that's not getting him any closer to being fed.

He gradually leans his elbows on his knees, chin on one hand and watches him, all the venom gone from his voice when he speaks again.]

You're a weird dude, y'know that? I mean, not bad weird, just weird.

From:

bestever

[THAT knocks him off of what seem to be the 'bitter ex denial' rails. blinking furiously, he stares at tucker for an instant before his cheeks turn (if possible) even redder.]

[it's notable, however, that he doesn't pull away. in fact, there's a fraction less tension in the line of his posture after not bad weird, something almost like a sigh escaping him. deflated.] Yeah, well. You're pretty weird too, uh... [well fuck, his name definitely isn't allison...]

From:

bestsword

Tucker.

[Doesn't even miss a beat, but he's smiling while he watches. This guy is different. Maybe, probably.]

And I'm only weird because I didn't bolt the second you freaked out. The fuck kinda incubus sits and chats with his dinner, right?

From:

bestever

D-D-Dinner? [church's face goes even more put out, if that's possible. his first thought is the image of himself turning on a spitroast, skin smoking as it blisters above the fire.]

[it's... strangely detailed, all things considered. he puts on his Serious Face, the one that says DON'T FUCK WITH ME, MY DAD IS SHERIFF, and tries to salvage this to save his skin.] Okay, so why are you chatting? Not like it'll matter when you're done, will it?

From:

bestsword

[Oh please your dad with his little peashooter couldn't do shit.]

It doesn't mean a damn thing. So I dunno why I'm chatting you up, man.

[Maybe it's that Church didn't immediately try to like. Kill him. Or so some weird religious thing to get rid of him.]

And yeah, dinner. Incubus, I said it before. Like, I'm not going to literally eat you or anything, that's disgusting.

From:

bestever

[DID he say it before? if he did, church was too frazzled to absorb it. but fuck if he's going to admit that, so...] Yeah, sure. Okay. And why exactly should I believe you, huh?

[inhale. exhale. maybe he's still asleep? he's had dreams like this before, allison appearing and turning into somebody else. if he approaches it rationally, maybe it'll respond the same way, and he can wake up without guilt.] What exactly do you want from me, Tucker?

From:

bestsword

Holy shit.

You've never been around an incubus huh? Or-- [He squints at him, like trying to get a read on the poor guy.] No, I guess you wouldn't, you're straight. I think.

[Tucker, don't sit there and postulate over this guy's personal identity! Christ. His tail swishes boredly and he sighs.]

Basically, I peek into someone's dreams, find out who they wanna bang and transform into it, we have sex, I eat the energy they expend from it. Win win situation for everybody.

From:

bestever

Oh. [he blinks again, taken offguard.] Uh, no. I haven't. I don't think I know anybody who has. Uh...

[oh. oh shit. does that mean that he's being propositioned?] We have what?

From:

bestsword

Seeeex. S-e-x. Intercourse. That really fun past time anything with blood's been doing since the dawn of time. Usually feels great? Especially if your partner really knows what they're doing.

[You are absolutely being propositioned, Church.]

From:

bestever

[he... doesn't really know how to respond to that. his mouth opening and closing silently for a minute, church shakes himself and relaxes a fraction, humor starting to creep into his voice for the first time.] Shit, well. Now I know I'm dreaming. At least it's not a nightmare, I guess.

From:

bestsword

[Tucker smirks, relaxes as Church does.]

Well, hey babe, I can be the best dream you've ever had. [TucKER.]

From:

bestever

[hey, yeah, alright. church is a lot more casual about this now that he knows that a) he's not going totally crazy b) he's just dreaming up the situation because he's desperate and it's been longer than he'd care to admit. pathetic, but he'll take it. aaaand, well, he might as well make use of it.] Oh yeah? I've had some pretty good ones. Why don't you prove it?

From:

bestsword

[Tucker grins, proud that he's still managing to salvage this meal.]

Got anyone else you're interested in? Not the blond obviously, but maybe a coworker? Neighbor? I'll make it great, swear to you.

From:

bestever

[just a dream, right? that means that church can stop WORRYING so much and actually go for it; exactly the way that he never would if he thought that he was conscious. he leans forward and trails his fingertips up tucker's arm.] You're looking pretty good as is, actually.

From:

bestsword

[Oh holy shit.

In all the world, Tucker had to find the one monster kinky motherfucker here.

It's a little off putting, but it's a dinner so.]

I mean, I am damn good looking, so can't blame you. You have a preference of junk?

[He at least shifts his wings to be a little smaller, curls his tail so it rubs against Church's leg while they talk. It's gone from hooking up to sounding more like a business transaction, christ.]

From:

bestever

[hey, he's had stranger dreams. might as well go with the flow, right? he reaches his left hand to curl his fingers around the back of tucker's neck, the beginnings of a crooked smirk skewing his face.] Damned, and good looking, more like? Is that where this is going?

[nnnnope not dodging the question what are you talking about.]

From:

bestsword

[He makes a noise in his throat pretty damn close to purring and leans in with the touch.]

Or both, either way.

Still need to know what you wanna fuck with though. I can't get a solid read on you.

From:

bestever

I ain't no q-- [frowning, he mumbles against his mouth, starting to brace a palm against tucker's shoulder. but a moment flashes through his mind unbidden: long blonde hair trailing over his back and a breathy chuckle in his ear, her murmuring sure are into some wild shit, leonard, as she twists her knuckles inside him. he's tried not to wonder since then.]

From:

bestsword

[He lets the memory roll through him, takes that in and lets it settle before giving a low whistle.]

Interesting. Yeah, I think we can work something out. [So the guy's not only questioning but also a romantic. He leans in and turns to just barely kiss at his cheek, testing those waters. See if he's reading him right. Tucks his tail around to settle against the small of Church's back.]

From:

bestever

[church's frown intensifies, but only for an instant. then he's too busy startling and shifting underneath him. his hands find the small of tucker's back to match the contact on his own spine, as well as pull him further up, his head lolling a fraction at the display of affection.] I sure hope so. Hate getting all worked up just to be disappointed.

From:

bestsword

[He moves easily enough on top of him, straddling his hips and taking in the whole image. This is a fun one, if nothing else. A story to tell probably by the time he's done. With even that tiniest reaction, Tucker takes it and runs, moves to press his lips down for a soft kiss.]

Please. No one's ever disappointed with me, asshole.

From:

bestever

[and if he keeps thinking that this is a dream, treating it like it doesn't matter to his waking self, he can stay casual and flirty instead of tensing up and ruining everything. plus... maybe he doesn't want to wake up. so he goes along, smirking again, when he's not nipping at tucker's bottom lip.] Pfffft, oh yeah? You got a warranty or something?