Narrator's P.O.V
Soon the older man was ready and said goodbye to Ariel one last time. Marcos gave him a quick peck, which soon turned into several, until he finally kissed him. A calm, yet long kiss. A somewhat needy kiss—much more on Ariel's part, since he wanted the Asian man to spend the night there with him. It was almost a necessity!
The younger boy felt a long shiver when Marcos squeezed his waist, making him moan. It was that same sensation from the night before, and thanks to that, the older man was getting him quite turned on very easily. His hands slid down the taller man's torso, caressing and scratching wherever they passed, only stopping when they reached the hem of the Asian man's shorts.
"Ariel... take it easy..." Even though he asked, the curly-haired boy didn't seem to hear him. Marcos held him by the shoulders, pushing him away. "You can't control yourself, can you?"
"Sorry. I don't... I don't know why I did... did that..." Ariel looked confused. He didn't understand why he acted so... thirsty. Needy, perhaps.
"Look... I'll sleep here, okay?" By saying that, Chen left the curly-haired boy even more confused than he already was.
"Why did you change your mind?" he asked.
"I just want you to be okay." He gave a simple smile, gently caressing the younger boy's face.
The Asian man hugged him, placing a kiss on his forehead. Both smiled, sighing softly. Marcos didn't want to leave him and wouldn't even if he had to go. He knew what was happening and, as much as Ariel didn't believe it, it was better safe than sorry...
...
Ariel woke up with a strange sensation bothering him. That shiver that ran through his entire body and caused little jolts of pleasure was present once again. Looking at his clock, he saw it was a little past three in the morning. Exactly three thirty-three. He tried hard, but couldn't remember when he had fallen asleep. He thought it was strange. Something felt off, as if something was missing, however, after trying so much, he ended up not caring anymore. Ariel felt weird, uncomfortable... a bad feeling coursed through his body and prevented him from thinking coherently, especially because it was mixing with the pleasure and all the heat he was (strangely) feeling.
It was so hot...
He remembered lying down in just his underwear because of the heat, yet it was so absurdly hot that he was sweating even with the air conditioning on max. He was agonizing. His body felt like it was on fire and it was causing him strange sensations. That heat turned into arousal. His body was hot, he wanted a certain kind of attention that perhaps he couldn't have.
And, at the same time he felt turned on, he felt an immense sense of malaise. Ariel didn't understand the reason for it so suddenly, but he couldn't reason enough to question it for very long. Maybe he'd have to masturbate and who knows, maybe then he could sleep in peace, right? That would be his solution to alleviate a bit of those sensations afflicting him.
"Ari..." The Asian man's voice startled him. If he wasn't fully awake before, he definitely would be after that.
"Marcos? What are you doing here?" he asked, confused.
"You told me to sleep here and I accepted, don't you remember?" he replied. He really didn't remember that. He didn't remember almost anything before waking up.
"Ah, really? I... well, I don't remember that... I'm a bit confused..." His thoughts were so cloudy it was hard to organize them.
His mind tried to force him to remember. It forced him so hard that it hurt. However, even trying his hardest, he couldn't. To make that whole strange situation better, his "little friend" was wide "awake", and that was taking away his concentration, which was already practically non-existent. He was already aroused before, but knowing Marcos was right there with him made everything worse to the point that his cock wouldn't stop throbbing, begging him for some attention.
"Is something wrong? You seem bothered." Chen stepped closer, caressing his arm.
"I don't know... I'm really hot, and... I don't know..." The other's touch was giving him shivers. He could feel every hair on his body stand on end.
"Do you want me to turn up the AC?" Marcos seemed worried.
"I. I-I... want to... fuck, I think..." he murmured slowly, his voice heavy with uncertainty.
"Ari, why didn't you just say so? I can take care of that for you." He smiled in a somewhat perverted way, which clashed heavily with his usual smiles.
Marcos then stood up and walked around the bed to get to Ariel's side, which made the younger boy realize he was also only in his underwear. He really didn't remember them sleeping together, nor why they were both practically naked, but he couldn't care less. Ariel watched Marcos, feeling a deep, latent lust. He felt ready to spontaneously combust. Words couldn't describe how hot he found that man! The curly-haired boy followed Chen's every move, analyzing his body thoroughly...
And how wonderful that man was!
Then Chen pulled the duvet, completely uncovering the curly-haired boy. He turned Ariel's body, leaving him lying horizontally on the bed, and then knelt down. An intense chill in his stomach made the boy moan in frustration. He wasn't seeing Marcos because his eyes were closed, but he was aware the Asian man was staring right at him. He could feel the older man's gaze on him. Ariel knew what was coming and just wanted to feel Marcos's mouth on his cock already!
"Hm..." The curly-haired boy shivered when he felt his underwear being pulled down slowly, almost as if the other wanted to torture him.
"You're anxious, aren't you? Your friend here won't stop throbbing," he said, holding Ariel's cock by the base, feeling how much it pulsed, begging for attention.
"I... I think so..."
It was strange. He felt strange. It was weird that he couldn't think, only act disconnectedly and follow what Marcos told him without any question. His thoughts couldn't organize themselves in his mind, and all that was left was that damn heat that left him absurdly aroused, even while he still felt that wretched malaise. He tried to speak, tried to think, but he couldn't. He only answered, except in the end he wasn't even sure what he was saying.
Ariel felt so weak that, if he weren't lying down, he was sure he wouldn't be able to stand. When Marcos started to suck him, he writhed, moaning very loudly. It was so much pleasure that it hurt. It felt like he wouldn't be able to take it. The curly-haired boy felt like he was going to pass out at any moment, but he didn't have the strength to say anything. He didn't want to stop, either. It hurt, but he didn't want to stop. As much as it hurt, he wanted to continue, he wanted to get there, and even though it hurt, he was actually enjoying it a lot. Maybe he shouldn't, but he liked it.
"You're so hot, Ari," he heard Marcos murmur, but he didn't know what to say. Should he answer?
The heat was increasing. It was starting to become unbearable and painful. Even feeling pleasure, he began to feel even more pain. He felt his cock throb inside Chen's mouth, and it hurt, even though it felt so good. He couldn't stop writhing. His moans came out without him being able to control them and were so loud that the whole building could probably hear him. He didn't care if they heard him!
Maybe he wanted to stop, but he wasn't sure. Even fighting to organize his thoughts, it was so hard to reason properly. He felt something was wrong, but he didn't know what. He couldn't remember. There was something missing, an important piece for him to be able to go back to thinking normally, but he couldn't remember what it was.
Ariel felt a weight on his chest. It was suffocating, yet he was enjoying it. He didn't know if he truly liked it, but it was painfully pleasurable. Maybe it was too much for him to handle, but he didn't have the strength to stop Marcos, let alone speak. He felt he was about to cum...
"It hurts..." he murmured with difficulty.
"But you like it, don't you?" he laughed.
Marcos got up, crawling over the smaller boy until he covered his body completely with his own. Ariel opened his eyes when he felt he could finally breathe, feeling relieved when the other stopped sucking him. But his relief didn't last long. How could it? Maybe the other wanted to make him cum, so he started jacking him off roughly. Too roughly. It was hurting, but it was good and he couldn't ask him to stop. Marcos was hurting him, but he didn't want to stop.
"Ariel..."
He heard a distant voice. A familiar voice.
"Ariel, wake up!"
"Wake up?" He was confused.
Why should he wake up?
"Don't listen, my little one. I'm here with you," he murmured while kissing his neck in a somewhat aggressive way.
"ARIEL!"
Again!
It was Marcos!
Even though Marcos was right there, it was as if his voice was coming from far away. He didn't understand. His mind was struggling to assimilate that, but it was as if he were in a state of ecstasy or some kind of trance. He couldn't feel his body, he was weak and couldn't think straight. Chen was calling him and at the same time telling him not to listen. It was confusing...
"Marcos..."
"Ariel, you can't let the incubus control you!"
"Incubus?"
The incubus! That was it!
At that very moment, his mind finally cleared, organizing everything perfectly. He remembered everything Marcos had told him.
"...There are several versions in various cultures, but basically, it's a kind of male sexual demon. The female ones are called succubi. They come during your sleep and have sex with you in your dreams..."
"...They fuck and suck out your vital energy at the same time. They usually leave a lot of marks on the body. Marks like those..."