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"Incubus" and the general overall concept of "Incubus"
is completely copyright Orin Drake 2002-2004. Everything else is
owned by Squaresoft, as this is a Final Fantasy 7 fan fiction piece.
And a damn good one, may I add.

        Background:
And finally, the third installment of the "Recoil Final Fantasy 7 Trilogy".
Somewhat loosely inspired by Recoil's "Incubus", this is probably the "last"
of this sort... but who knows. This may or may not explain Sephiroth's
and Vincent's connection through Kyrie's universe, as I'm not entirely
certain myself. Enjoy.

Incubus

by Orin Drake
        Truth was, there weren't
many places to go in that damned city, even in darkest night, that were
completely abandoned--and there were far fewer places that could ever be
classified as "safe". To further the wickedness of truth, he found
himself dressed like a long-haired, one-armed soldier of some sort.
That... would not be taken lightly in any circles. Especially not
the homeless sector, willing to kill anything related to Shin-Ra.
Then there were the whores, which were fine one-on-one but damn dangerous
in packs. He doubted any amount of time would change that fact.

        So what the bloody bowels
of hell was he to do?

        He stumbled around the dead
parts of that wretched wasteland for hours, wondering just that.
He had nowhere to go. He had nothing to do. And for all he
knew, the world had changed... but not this city, that was for sure.
Maybe some buildings were rubble, but... they always had been, deep down.
Rotten from the blueprints to the steel.

        He found thoughts of that
wonderful, horrible chrome man following his motions with disturbing frequency.
At first it was easy to press away in favor of trying to come up with a
plan merely to survive... but then it just kept coming. Pulsating
quietly at the edge of his consciousness like a heartbeat. Like breathing.
And if he stopped moving, stopped trying to think of other things, he'd
be able to focus more clearly on it... and it would take him over...

        He thrust an old lamppost
over in anger. It shattered before it even made contact with the
ground, both from the sheer force of his emotions and because it had been
rotted from the inside out. Ah, how symbolic that was... That
man of his dreams, that cold and beautiful nightmare, taking him apart
from the inside out... how could he be so haunted by anyone? Yet
alone a man? Granted those two orgasms circling the vision
of the creature had been far better than he'd imagined possible, more than
the simple profoundness of physical pleasure, but... even then. He'd
never been so obsessed with the million women before that... but none of
them had been so... so...

        No. His own mind was
tricking him. He completely denied the very existence of the obsession,
electing ins to to wander aimlessly. Looking up to get his bearings
on a direction, however... that was the building. The same building
he'd been sitting across from hours earlier, being the perfect voyeur.

        So much for aimless
wandering. "Fuck." He spoke to himself, the very word taking
on a wholly different meaning from what he'd expected... and yet didn't
understand. None of this was within his range of understanding,
and that's what was so goddamn aggravating. Frustrating.

        There was nowhere to go.
And there was nothing to do. So what was next? What the hell
was to come next?!

        Slivers of wicked thoughts
caught his mind by surprise--and more surprising still, he smiled bitterly
because of them. Yes, that was just what he should do, wasn't it?
That was just the best damn thing to make a horrible situation even worse.
He should see for certain, to be able to find out, to know... make it end,
cause it all to be relieved...

        And so he moved carefully,
closer to the building. His intentions were sick, totally disturbing...
and he knew that. He accepted that. He could take any punishment
in the world just to be able to touch the cold creature... to see if he
were real... and to cause all of these horrible things inside of him to
stop,
one way or another.

        It was a Shin-Ra building,
alright. The locks were simple, and the guards were already too tired
to fight off careful blows to the head from a skilled assassin. No
need to actually kill them... not yet...

        More locks and security
codes, just as easy to pass through as they always had been. Morons.
He truly wondered about the state of things... not that any of them mattered.
He was rather hoping that he'd never have to worry about little things
like that again.

        Part of him cried out to
turn back while he still could and run, as fast and as far away
from the place as he could--but that part of him was not one that had experienced
the last orgasm, apparently. The further he crept, the more floors
he climbed, the more... animalistic some raw voice inside him became; louder
than his own, louder even than the teasing one that haunted him in his
worst moments. It was as if he were scenting the dream man's blood,
searching frantically to... to end something. That alone was
not a thought that he cared to reflect on, nor was the ease and speed at
which he gracefully shifted through the shadows, closer and faster toward
his goal.

        Whatever that was to be.
He came to a dead stop momentarily atop the last stairway, wondering exactly
what the hell he was actually doing then and there; really doing.
It was the right floor... looking the right direction... and he knew in
his mind's eye that he'd counted windows and rooms correctly... Even
if he hadn't had that sort of a perfect memory, there would have been no
denying where that chrome creature had been. Or, perhaps... still
was.

        He was... here. Wherever
else that was, for all the meaning it held...

        His legs felt on the verge
of collapse as he waited at the door. For what, he didn't know.
Certainly not an invitation--in frustration and a blossoming carnal fear,
it seemed his own leg had decided to kick the door long before his brain
had given it permission.

        He paused, wide-eyed, to
see the door splinter and crack away from its hinges. Even the knob
and the inside locks themselves rose from the wood though it had been a
piece of driftwood. Strange that such an easily broken door would
harbor one of Shin-Ra's elites... certainly he couldn't have been
the cause. He'd always trained well, but never to be that strong.

        Logic completely fell away
as he laid his eyes on the domain of his most recent and strongest fantasy,
stepping in without pause, without thought. It was sparse, no doubt...
a cold, sterile feeling gripped the room. But, underneath it all...
he knew. He was within the living quarters of his most magnificent
desire--

        --Raw energy ripped mercilessly
through his body. The most immediate sensation was crackling, burning
pain--and then an almost pleasant numbness. Darkness... sleepy nothing...

        Small bits of sparkle in
the dark. Like snowflakes, but not. Though, if not, then...
what was he se, an, and why did it strike him so oddly?

        Ah, because his eyes were
closed, of course. The fact that he'd lost consciousness didn't even
strike him as odd until he tried to sit up and get his bearings; then panic
grasped every molecule of his being like a living thing, a monster's maw
around him with teeth ready to shred him to pieces...

        He was on his back, bound;
wrists tied together, to the headboard. Worse than that, far
worse--he was naked. Completely exposed. In an entirely different
location from the last one he remembered. In fact, this looked more
like some... seedy hotel...

        Something more that simple
panic made a cold sheen of sweat over his body turn burning hot.
Whatever had happened, he hadn't seen it... hadn't understood. Yanking
at the ties yielded only whimpers as the rough fibers tightened over wrists
made delicate with time. He assumed it was only the godawful shit
that Hojo was pumping into his body while he slept that kept everything
from complete atrophy--

        Footsteps. Long, perfectly
patterned footsteps... harsh, heel then toe, click-click, wisp, click-click...
steps on a mission. And worse, coming closer.

        He took a quick, desperate
look around the room to find something to escape with, to fight with, anything--but
all that he saw was the bed under him, a small window covered in tattered
material that was obviously not a curtain, and a door on the other side.
A single door with a single lock... and the footsteps had stopped.

        There wasn't even opportunity
for his heart to pound, no wait before a key slid easily into the lock
and turned in one motion. The door opened, the puddle of dim light
from outside spreading slowly.

        No. No.
It wasn't, because it simply could not be. What he saw... was not
possible. That could not be the chrome man of his dreams... could
not be the creature he'd jerked off to admittedly more than once, closing
and locking the door before turning back to him...

        No!!! his mind screamed,
causing him to yank against the bonds again, digging his heels into the
old mattress to get any sense of control.

        The cold man only regarded
him from a distance, the look on his face betraying none of his thoughts...
perhaps save one. From where he stood, the entire scene was... breathtaking.
This pale, beautiful creature with the most unusual eyes, laid out before
him...

        Realizing with a horrible
certainty that he was not going to escape, his struggles ceased for the
moment. Taking note of his nakedness again, he snapped his legs tightly
together to still the shaking in them. Being forced knee-deep into
the reality of the situation, it was all he had to protect himself.
He knew he couldn't have been doing a very good job at disguising his outright
helpless dread when the silver-haired man carefully stepped around to the
other side of the bed... and advanced. There was no waiting, neither
patience nor a lack of it in the man's motions as he leaned in, mattress
dipping just a bit. Like the military darling he was, he cut directly
to the chase.

        "I
saw you outside my window." He whispered, his lips ghosting the former
Turk's ear.

        In
turn, he went completely cold. He must have been caught at the very
end of it, must have been seen--

        "And
I thought you were very beautiful." The chrome man finished quietly.
"I couldn't help but think... that I wanted you for myself..."

  &nbsbsp;bsp;    His
entire body stiffened. Ignoring the horrible possibilities, the tension
of the bindings around his wrists, not to mention the steadily numbing
organic hand and both arms losing circulation, it seemed as though his
mind had absolutely shut down. This was not happening, this was not
happening...

        "This
is
happening." The metal creature growled. "Il
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