It’s more or less two in the morning when his body awakens. A perceptible weigh landing all of a sudden on his lap makes him immediately assume he’s in danger, that someone is attacking him. He sits up even before his eyes fly open, but when they do, what he manages to see in the dim streetlight leaves him wordless, incapable of believing what seems to be in front of him, nestled right on top of his waist
A small boy he never saw before. Naked. Very small, indeed, looking no older than sixteen. Curly dark hair, a thin frame and soft breaths coming in tiny puffs right on Daniel’s lips. His eyes flap a few times, and then he smiles.
Daniel would like to think he’s dreaming, but the sensation is too real. Weigh on his lap, blocking his waist’s movements, and what he sees seems so clear and vivid, so real. In spite of being completely, utterly illogical and impossible. The boy has horns. He can see them clearly from his silhouette, he can definitely spot the pointy, slightly curved peaks on top of the boy’s head. Without a word, taken in by curiosity, he lifts his hand and touches them, causing whoever landed on him to flinch, but not to move away from him.
And finally Daniel speaks, as if he was still in a dream.
“Who are you?”

Yes, he has so many other questions, even though his brain just started working rationally again. Who is he, but also how did he get in this room, did Daniel leave the door open? What does he want, who sent him, does he want to steal Daniel’s university research, is he going to try and kill him?
“I don’t have a name.”
The boy’s voice trills in the darkness and it seems so shrill and childish, so warm and soft, innocent. “But you can call me Peter. I read it on a book once.”
Daniel blinks, finding that answer quite odd, even though that is just one of the hundreds of weird things that are happening right now. And then he blinks, shaking his head. “Whatever! Who are you, why are you here, what do you want?”
He realizes right away he has no weapon, nothing to defend himself from a threat, and his eyes blow wide as all his muscles freeze. He’s defenseless. And before the next instinct can kick in (it takes a while for his brain to pick which one) the boy moves, placing a hand on his cheek in a quiet gesture.
“Don’t worry, I’m not here to hurt you or steal anything from you. I’m only here to be fed,” he says softly, and that… that is when Daniel’s muscles melt. He tries moving his arm to get the boy’s hand - Nagisa’s hand - away from his face, but he is left enchanted by his big, weirdly red eyes. He’s never seen eyes like that. They immediately leave him terrified, but they also look sort of sweet. Like they are candy. And his hand moves slowly, finally grasping onto Nagisa’s wrist, but with no real strength in his grasp and no reaction from the other aside from a sweet, tender smile.
“You’re okay,” he says, gentle, before leaning in. Daniel waits for him to stop at some point, but Nagisa keeps moving closer, and closer. Then his lips touch Daniel’s and then press on them, move, sliding in before his soft tongue gently pushes between them.

Daniel’s heart jumps in his chest, the buzz under his skin from being suddenly immobilized becoming ice, his insides twisting with a cold and slimy sensation.

“No,” he manages saying in the kiss, his voice coarse, and he shivers before moving his head away with a strength he’d forgotten about having. The next time he looks over at the boy on top of him, his eyes are wide and his mouth open with shock. And then he looks down, at his own hands, before mumbling, “what? This never happened before.”
Rei frowns, with his head spinning, and realizes he is still half-lying on his bed with a complete stranger straddling his waist.
“What do you mean with you’re here ‘to be fed’?” He asks, moving as far back as he possibly can. His muscles regained energy, he flexes them a few times and yes, they seem to be responding. But for a minute there, it seemed as if his body would not respond to his will. “What is going on here?!”
‘Peter’ looks at him again, and this time his eyes do not seem to shine as bright as they did before. They are just… normal, or as normal as they could be while glimmering with a dark, intense shade of lava red anyway.
“I’m… what you would call a demon. I know it’s absurd, I know it’s ridiculous, but I found out I cannot get any energy from food. The only way I have to gather some strength is sex,” Peter explains, scratching his head. “And I found out I can hypnotize people to get it from them. This is actually the first time someone resists me.” His lips purse and he sighs while rolling his hips on top of Daniel’s.
“Please… have sex with me. I’ll disappear right after and you won’t see me again.”
Daniel’s face turns cold and then flushes hot and pink as his heart picks up drumming.
“Wha- no! You’re a kid, I’m… I’m way past my twenties!” He croaks, shaking his head.
Peter tilts his head, blinking with a confused arch to his eyebrows.
“That really doesn’t matter!”
“Yes it does! I don’t wanna go to jail.”
Peter blinks some more with his impossibly long lashes flapping, before he bursts in giggles and shakes his head.
“Nothing will happen. I won’t tell anyone, and nobody goes to jail if they are unreported,” he replies, leaning in again while ghosting his fingers along the man’s inner thigh. They barely allow him to feel the touch. “I will not go on if you say no. But I think I am your type. Otherwise I would not be here.”
Daniel frowns, but a shiver does run up his groin and settles in his stomach, trembling with each small movement on top of him.
This must be a dream anyway. A really weird, but somewhat alluring one. He really did always like short, cute men, those who sort of look like angels, with curls or wavy hair. Those with sharp and soft voices with the best moans during sex.
“How is… this going to give you energy?” He asks anyway, but his hand moves up the boy’s naked hip, as he lies back down and his eyes scan the figure on top of him better. If this is a dream, he really should just enjoy it and not ask too many questions, but his curiosity seemed to win.

“Ever heard of succubi? Or incubi?”
Daniel blinks, and then raises a brow.
“Yeah. Sort of. A bit... Not my field of study.”
“I’m that, kind of” Peter says, shrugging. Daniel waits for more, but all he gets is another smile.
“Which one?”
Peter blinks again, and leans forward some more, to the point where he is almost lying down on top of Daniel.
“Does it matter? Both those terms are wrong anyway. And I don’t care for talking right now.”
Fair enough.
Daniel’s hand stops moving as another moment of lucidity makes him hesitate.
“This is so weird.”
“I know. But you like me, I know that.”
There is no debating that, either, but as his hand squeezes Peter’s side softly he still frowns.
“I feel like it’s really wrong. Like I’m not supposed to.”
The teen - or he does look like a teen anyway - sighs, before pressing a kiss on the man’s neck.
“Stop thinking so much. I am asking you for this. Do you want me to beg, are you into that?”
It’s so weird. Any other time, Daniel would be pushing any stranger away, without thinking, without even listening. He never really cared for people being all over him this much and this long. Which does happen, every now and then. It seems a lot of people think his wide frame and stubble, his long and thick dark hair make him worth getting naked and freaky with. As for him, he always just took it as  some kind of compliment. It never felt particularly good.
“No, I’m not.”
“You don’t like sex?”
Daniel shakes his head. “No, no, that’s not it... Is this a dream?”
It feels like such an idiotic question, but Peter shrugs with an indifferent look.
“Would it make you feel better if it was?”
Daniel sighs, rubbing his eyelids. This is such an absurd situation, and the stupidest part is, he’s hard as a rock right now, and if this boy keeps swaying on his dick…
“It’s not about how I feel, it’s about what’s right, you know?”
Peter laughs again, this time sliding a hand under the man’s soft cotton pajama pants.
“I’m a demon. There’s no reason to be shy with me. But, well, if you don’t want to, then I’ll go away.”
His voice sounds annoyed and a bit bored. Like he’s some teen outside of school just waiting for the bus that’s coming late. And that's when an urge moves Danie's arm.

He expected to get some relief flooding his chest, but all that happened is, his guts twisted and his fingers tightened around Peter’s wrist.
“You’re not going anywhere,” he hears himself say, and sits up again to pull the boy’s face closer for a kiss, a long and sticky one, as Daniel wraps his arms around him.
Peter lets out a surprised squeak immediately, as Daniel’s chest presses against his own. He feels Daniel’s waist finally roll a little, but then the corners of his lips tilt up in a grin. His mouth opens and he lets the human tongue explore it while hums exchange between them. No reason. It’s just something he finds himself doing, pushed by the heat in his body, maybe the curiosity too. Hoping that there really is not going to be trouble for him later.
“Finally,” he whispers, letting his red eyes scan along Daniel’s body after his grip relaxes. He spots some belly, and Daniel does look a bit soft over his muscles, plus his height is probably impressive when he’s standing. Peter smiles, turning his red gaze over the man’s brown eyes.
“You’re sexy.”
Daniel does doubt it, especially while he’s wrapped up in the oldest pajamas ever with tears and spots that he never managed fully washing away, but he says nothing and dives his right hand through Peter’s curls. He forces him to bend closer, while his right moves down from the thin hip to the thigh, with a long slide that explores a small portion of the demon’s smooth skin. The demon responds right away with a smile and a long trail of gentle kisses sliding down. He uncovers Daniel’s body and stares up at him, keeping his gaze fixated. Daniel bites down on his lip while hot buzzes run up his body and grow in intensity as the boy’s mouth gets further away from him, down his body. He even begins pushing his head down until Peter’s lips hover above his hard cock.

Daniel’s blood pumps with rage, it would seem, anticipating the feeling of heat around him. Surprisingly though Peter seems to take his time, just giving little laps of his tongue on the sensitive skin. In the end though, he does wrap his lips around the head, sucking on it immediately and then sinking in, diving with his throat that seems to expand on command, it clenches around Daniel’s meat and wrap tight around it like he’ll never let go. Immediately the man’s fingers clench around Peter’s curls and they both let out a long, frustrated groan, with Peter’s voice vibrating along the cock in his throat.
“Fuck-” Daniel grunts, low, looking down at the eyes still planted on him, at Peter who keeps checking on him as if he could escape. Daniel wishes he could look away and stop being so unsettled by it, but there is something magnetic about the way those red eyes flare up more and more while the plump lips suck, greedy, around him.
Peter’s eyes droop, almost closed, getting veiled and with his eyelids fluttering slowly. Litte hums come out of him and he slowly begins bobbing his head, taking in more and more with each slide towards the base. If he could think, Daniel would wonder how this boy’s throat can welcome so much of it without opposing in any way - after all, this is not what mouths are for.
Finally though, Peter lets go of him with a few wet noises and a pop, before crawling back and looking down at Daniel. He does not hesitate a second before straddling his hips and then sinking down on him, without any trouble, just letting the cock slide inside of him with no apparent pain. Like it’s that easy, painless and natural. Maybe, for Peter, it is. And he feels so smooth inside, so welcoming, so warm and wet. He clenches around Daniel’s cock, relentless, he presses down and around him like he has a second throat under him but eating him up just the same. Peter closes his eyes now, letting out more soft sounds and shaking a little after a few seconds. His muscles tense up, and then his body starts moving in quick waves, as if it was swallowing, drinking after a long thirst.

“Fuck,” Daniel repeats, his eyes finally closing. It’s so warm, inside this boy’s body. He slides inside so easily, as if almost no thrusting was needed to hit deep inside, and Peter seems so eager to fuck himself on Daniel’s body. Who did not really have many one-night stands before, but he wonders how this stranger knew exactly what Daniel’d body would respond immediately to, bypassing any form of self-control.

With his eyes squeezing shut, he could not see Peter’s blissful expression, the eagerness and joy while he rides on top of Daniel. But he does hear the sharp squeals, the heavy breaths, the little trembling moans, and they all encourage him to roll his hips against Peter’s movements. Which seems to distract him briefly, he looks down and moans even louder at the dick digging deeper inside of him with each thrust. His mouth falls open wide, and finally Daniel opens his eyes a little to see the boy’s cheeks flush red and observe his body move, tireless and still elegant.

That’s when Daniel feels himself come, all at once, and in turn that is when Peter shrinks around him as if his body had been patiently waiting only for that. He contracts around him a few times, milking him out of everything he has to give, until finally he stops moving altogether, with sharp pants and a happy, satisfied look.

“Thank you,” Peter says, with his voice trembling slightly. “You feel good.”

Daniel’s half-lidded eyes look up at him and, for a second, the light playing around his curly hair seems like a halo.

“You too,” he replies, tired all of a sudden, but he sort of expected it. On the other hand, Peter seems different from before - more energetic, sweeter and softer in the way he looks down and drops a kiss on Daniel’s lips.

“I’ll go now,” he hums, and lets Daniel slip out of him with a little sigh.

In that moment, Daniel does not really sense any sadness or regret as he watches the figure disappear in thin air and feels the weigh leave him just as quickly as it came. He looks around the room, and the usual silence wraps around him.

Well, he thinks, at least now I can go back to sleep. He smirks all satisfied, almost expecting to wake up.

And he waits to, but after a while fatigue pulls at his eyelids, and soon enough sleep falls on him, quiet.

When the sun peeks from his window and his eyes open, he looks up to the ceiling, almost expecting to see a crown of curls and red eyes moving on top of him. But nothing’s there, and all of it was definitely too surreal to be believed.

However, when he gets up for work, he spots a single dark curly hair on his white sheets. He picks it up between thumb and index, looking at it in the sunlight with disbelief all over his face.

But, waking him up from his stunned silence, his phone’s alarm rings and the clock slaps him with you’re late.

There’s no time and he straight up skips breakfast while dressing up, and after managing to get on the train out of sheer luck, the thought of last night almost disappears from his mind.

On his face, though, a giddy look replaces the usual boredom, staying for the whole day.