Monster Boy Band Part One: Nyx the Incubus (complete)

    Nyx had shown up at my door last night, ranting and raving and looking a little crazy in the eye. Now, I have known Nyx for an extremely long time and have seen him pitch many a fit, so I’ve pretty much gotten it down how to handle him. 

    Once he was inside I sat him down, and he continued his ravings while I fetched him a drink and something to eat. He’s usually so careful about what he eats so he keeps up his infamous perfect figure. Being an incubus his sensual body is everything to him. But the only way to get him to calm down is to feed him copious amounts of junk food and chocolate milk.

    “It’s our song!” He shoves his phone into my hands. “We never reached number one with it!”

    I look at the music video playing. A recent all-girl group has been dominating the radio as of late, and their newest hit was one of Nyx’s old songs, back when he was in a boy band himself. 

    “People love nostalgia these days,” I say and hand him the phone back. “Of course this song is number one. Take it as an honor.”

    “But people don’t know!” Nyx stands up and starts pacing with a bag of chips in his hands. “They don’t know it’s us!”

    “You haven’t been us since the band broke up,” I huff. “When you and Arlo got into that massive fight, you were never us again. Saturn is nostalgia these days, nothing wrong with that. You all have your own lives now.” I fill up his chocolate milk again, but Nyx ignores the glass.

    He has a look in his completely black eyes. He rubs his chin for a moment and presses his thumb to his lips. “That’s it,” he whispers.

    “What’s it?” I grimace and lean back. “Oh god Nyx, what?”

    He drops the bag of chips and races over to me, he grabs my shoulders and grins brightly. Nyx is hard to say no too, I have been trying since college to do it. But he’s just so damned beautiful and charming it’s hard. His skin is black with dark green stripes, he’s well over six feet tall too and has a body that would make Greece go to war. He’s always kept his hair long and gorgeous, maintaining this green and black duo-chrome effect. His horns were like ram’s horns, all curled back with stripes of open in them. Lord knows how many men and women this jerk had seduced, but he was the best friend I ever had.

    “Let’s get Saturn back together!” Nyx announced excitedly.

    “Oh no!” I brush his hands off me. “I’m just a fashion designer!” I slap my hands to the lapel of my blazer. “Besides, I haven’t spoken to any of the old band in years!” This was a lie, I had spoken to Arlo recently when he was asking for help with the restaurant he owns. I also kept a lengthy chat with Peri since he also had an eye for fashion and we had become quite close during the band years.

    “I need you, Mal,” he says softly with wide eyes. “Please. None of them will probably even consider talking to me. I need you.”

    I grimace at him and sigh. I take off my glasses and look up at him. “Why now?” I ask him. “Saturn has been a blip in your rearview mirror for ages. Why now? Why try and capitalize on the success of a bunch of young girls who are probably just fans of your work? Why not ask to do a remix of the song or even work with them or something?”

    Nyx takes a step back from me. “I’m not trying to capitalize,” he grabs a back of gummy words and starts shoving them into his mouth. “I’ve been middle of the road since Saturn. I’ve been living off that fame my whole career,” he says with a mouthful of candy.

    I take the bag away from him. “I ain’t gonna sugarcoat this, Nyx,” I shake my head. “You were an utter asshole back then.”

    He looks at me like a guilty puppy.

    “And you took it personally when the band broke up. I don’t want to watch you get that way again.” I take hold of his hand and squeeze it. “That depression was scary, and I don’t want you ever hurting like that.”

    Nyx looks aside and his shoulders slouch as he takes in a deep breath. “Is it wrong that I want to do this so badly?”

    “I guess not,” I murmur. I brush my fingers on his cheek and tuck his hair behind his ear. “I’m just suggesting you don’t get your hopes up to high. You burned a lot of bridges back in the day.”

    Nyx sighs and rests his forehead on my shoulder. I put my arms around him, rubbing his back as he goes quiet. I then lead him to my bedroom where I tuck him in for the night. I close the door and take my phone, going out onto the porch to make a call.

    “Hello?” The deep voice on the other end sounds confused.

    “Arlo,” I say. “It’s Mal,” I then hesitate and chew on my thumbnail. “Have you seen the Imaginary Girls’ new single.”

    “I have,” he replies. “Why are you calling Mal?”

    I stay quiet and chew my nail.

    Arlo sighs in exasperation. “It’s Nyx isn’t it?”

    “Of course it is,” I grumble. “He’s jealous and he’s...adamant.” I slide back in the lawn chair. “I wouldn’t call like this, but something is different with him this time.”

    “He’s not...in that way again is he?” Arlo sounds genuine in his empathy.

    I smile. “No. But his high expectations worry me. He wants to get the band back together. I think he believes the success of this cover with reigniting some nostalgia with old fans.”

    “I hate to say it, but he’s probably right,” Arlo grunts. 

    “Would you want to then?” I ask.

    “I’ve always wanted to,” Arlo confesses. “That band was everything to me, it was my dream. Still is.”

    “No one is going to want Nyx,” I reply. “Or well, I think most would tolerate him but Peri-” I stop myself.

    “I don’t know if the others would want to talk to me either. I’m the one who pushed them all into it. Peri would be the only one who could possibly talk to everyone.” Arlo replies.

    It had never occurred to me before that Arlo blamed himself for the way the band ended. I had been so close to Nyx I guess I had never seen it before. “I’m certain that’s not true, Arlo.” I stand back up when I hear music playing from the house. “Sleep on it ok?” I ask. “And uhm...will you be at the restaurant tomorrow?”

    “Yeah, all day,” he sighs.

    “I’ll stop by and we can talk in person. Thanks, bye.” I hang up the phone and go back inside. The music is coming from the bedroom where I find Nyx laying in the center of the bed while Saturn’s song plays from the speaker. I turn the volume down and sit on the edge of the bed.

    “I thought you were going to sleep,” I sigh as I take off my blazer and shoes.

    “Couldn’t,” Nyx grumbles from under the covers.

    I walk across the room to the bathroom where I wash my face. “Did you even try?” I look up and in the mirror I see Nyx behind me in the shadows. His eyes glimmer and I recognize the look in them.

    “I need you Mal,” you whisper as he wraps his arms around me from behind.

    I frown but lean into him. “Let me brush my teeth.”

    Nyx’s lips trail down my neck, his sharp teeth drag against my skin and already my knees are going weak. “I need you so bad.”

    “Nyx,” I moan as I reach back and put my hand on his cheek. “You could stop being lazy and try going to a bar.”

    His steady hand slips under my shirt and his fingertips brush against my breasts. His long tongue licks my jaw and he hugs me tighter to his body. Being an incubus, Nyx has always needed to sate his hunger by using the lust and desire of others. He could seduce and feed off anyone he wants, but lately, it’s always been me.

    “You don’t get it do you?” He whispers into my ear. He grabs my face and makes me look into the mirror. “I don’t want someone else.” His eyes are serious and sharp. “I only want you.”

    I’ve known Nyx for so long. I’ve seen him with models, actors, actresses, heirs, and all sorts of glamorous, beautiful people. I’m short with mousy hair, and the kind of rail thin that isn’t attractive. I never would have assumed Nyx would ever look at me as more than a confidant.

    “Nyx, wait-” he kisses me and picks me up off the ground and carries me to bed.

    He takes off my clothes and kisses up my leg and hip. He kisses my stomach and up my sides. “Do I really have to spell it out for you, Mal?” He growls as he rises up above him. “I’ve loved you since school.”

    I sit up from the bed and glare at him. “I don’t mind having sex with you, you don’t have to start making up stories!” I snap at him.

    He glares angrily at me. “Listen!” He grabs me by the shoulders. “I fell in love with you at first sight! You were so cute and tiny, and just...passion oozed out of every pore of your body! But I was never good enough!”

    I turn the music off and stare at him. “What do you mean?” I wave my hands over his body. “Look at you! You’re so beautiful!”

    “Because I’m a predator, Mal!” He snarls at him. “I feed off the energy of people to survive. I’m a predator! Just because of look this way doesn’t mean I’m a good person. You’re the good person here!”

    We both go quiet for a very long time. The silence in the room is deafening. I turn and look at him, seeing him staring into the distance. I place my hand over his, and he glances at me from the corner of his eye.

    “You’re my muse,” I place my other hand on his. “You always have been. Everything I’ve created, the costumes, the clothes, our fashion line...it was all because of you. I wanted to see you always look your best.”

    Nyx faces me again and puts his hand on my cheek. “I’m only where I’m at because of you.” He rubs his thumb against my lips and kiss it. I sit up and wrap my arms around him, kissing him hungrily. 

    Nyx’s fingers glide down my back and slip between my legs. He plays with me, rubbing me as I grow warm and wet for him. His fingers slip inside me, and he kisses my chest and neck. I have had plenty of sex with Nyx, but this feels different.

    As he lays me back I wrap my legs around his waist. His cock rubs up my thigh and to my belly. He chuckles softly and kisses me again.

    “What’s so funny?” I smirk at him.

    “I’m nervous,” he nuzzles to my cheek. “I’m actually nervous.”

    I put my arms around him. “You’ve done this a million times,” I tease and kiss his cheek. “Why so nervous now all of a sudden?”

    “It’s you.” He lifts his head to look into my eyes. “And we both-”

    I place my fingers over his lips. “Courage,” I tell him. “You need it to get what you want. But you’re super cute right now.” I stretch my arm down between us and take hold of his cock. I guide it and place it at my slit. He moves enough the tip pushes inside.

    I’m quite small so Nyx’s cock has always felt quite large to me, but he always feels good. He stretches me and hits spots inside that I swear only he can find. I grunt as he fills me, taking every inch until our bodies are entirely melded together.

    Nyx’s lashes flutter as he stills. “I love you.” He licks my lips and slowly moves. He pulls out and pushes back inside me deep. 

    I gasp and throw my head back, he feels so good tonight. “Nyx-” I mewl and cling to his arms. I squeeze tight around him and he snarls into my ear. Our bodies are pressed tightly together so I can feel everything every time he moves. 

    His body grinds to mine, inside and out. He pulls back just enough that I crave him back in place. We kiss and his long tongue swirls around inside my mouth. He bites my lip then buries his face in my neck and hair as he moans. He ruts inside me, staying deep within but still moving. I can’t explain why it feels so different tonight, so powerful and moving, it’s just different.

    I cling to him, grabbing his back as I feel myself starting to tip over the edge. My back arches and my body presses closer to his. My lashes flutter this time and my eyes start to roll. The sudden and powerful shot crashes and rips through my body. I constrict tighter around him, letting out a loud and short scream. Nyx snarls and goes still, jutting his haunches a few times as I fill his heat pool inside me.

    We stay tangled and wrapped around one another for a long time. I run my fingers through his hair and kiss him and he relaxes. Nyx pulls from me, kissing me and then down my body. He grins at me as he pulls the blanket over us.

    “What?” I snuggle to him.

    “I’ve never said it to anyone.” He strokes my cheek. “It feels good.”

    I close my eyes and try to hide my smile. “Say what?”

    Nyx grumps and frowns. “Really?”

    Sitting up I press a soft kiss to his lips. “I know,” I whisper. “I love you too. I’m sorry it took until now to realize that.”

    Nyx grins wickedly and tackles me back down into the bed, kissing me all over until we both fall asleep.

    In the morning I drag Nyx out of bed, he’s the type of diva who will sleep until past noon. I take him out to a restaurant that’s a little out of the way called the Green Pumpkin. 

    “We could have stayed home.” He smirks at me and waggles his brows. “It would have been a lot more productive.”

    I stare blankly at him from over the menu. “This will be productive too.” I tell him. I then point behind him. “We’re having a meeting.”

    Nyx furrows his brow then looks behind himself. Standing there is an Orc he knows all too well. Nyx stands up as Arlo approaches. The two haven’t seen each other in close to twenty years now.

    “Well,” Arlo rubs the back of his neck. “I wasn’t quite expecting to see you of all people here.” he swallow anxiously and his throat ripples.

    “Yeah,” Nyx’s voice is low and his eyes dart all over Arlo. “Same here.” He tentatively holds his hand out. “But it’s good, isn’t it?”

    Arlo takes his hand, shaking is cautiously. “Maybe.” Both their smiles are anxious.

    Arlo joins us at the table and the two of them go dead silent. The unease is palpable and I am starting to lose my own cool over it.

    I scoot over and elbow Nyx in the side. “Don’t you have anything to say?”

    Nyx stares me down then huffs. “Don’t you think it’s time that we bring Saturn out of the shadows?” He folds his arms across his chest and looks at Arlo.

    “Why now?” Arlo tilts his head.

    Nyx frowns. “Surely you know! That silly girl group has covered our song and made it a number one hit. We never even got that back in the day no matter how popular we were.” He waves his hand out. “The success of this could spark a resurgence for us. Already our record sales are picking back up. What if we came out of retirement and went on tour again? Hell!” He raises his hands in the air. “What if we made a whole new album?”

    Arlo looks down at his hands and picks at the table cloth. “Don’t you think that sounds a little impossible?”

    Nyx furrows his brow and crosses his arms back against his chest. “We need Peri.” His voice is low and full of guilt.

    “I don’t know if I could ask him such a thing.” Arlo looks back up at Nyx. “When he left…” he sighs and looks down again. “There’s no way.”

    “Not if I’m in the picture anyways,” Nyx grumbles.

    Arlo chuckles. “That’s true.”

    Nyx smirks. “I figured it would be you who hated me the most. After all, you were the lead singer, not me.” He looks at Arlo and shakes his head. “You gotta know, I’m sorry. I was just some fame hungry kid back then. I would have gone anywhere.”

    “You got us attention, I can’t complain,” Arlo huffs and rubs the back of his head. “I never blamed you. Just the executives.” 

    I feel a bit relieved. This was a huge step, incredibly huge. The two of them haven’t talked since Saturn retired and both have blamed themselves the entire time. Sure, Peri was going to be a huge hurdle to overcome, but this had been the one I was worried about the most. If Nyx and Arlo could work together, Saturn could be a massive success again. I knew it in my heart.