The Law of Nature

“I’m going to need you, each day, for the remainder of this month.” His smile only grew when he noticed how people were already whispering about that. “Is your daily rate still the same?”

She almost didn’t answer. For a nomad, it was odd that she didn’t like unknown numbers calling her. It was almost inevitable. Duchess frowned for a moment, thinking, before she did remember. “Cute little white guy who needed a ride to Vegas with thee bluest eyes I’ve ever seen? How could I forget you?” She drawled. “You don’t have to do that baby.” 

Tom frowned and said, “Yeah, but she’s making me feel like garbage in the process. I don’t care about money, I’ve never had any, done just fine. I just want to marry you, but I also don’t want to be treated like some piece of trash you pulled from the gutter, who neither of you appear to trust,” Tom said.

Tom turned and said, “What’s it say if we have kids? You get them I suppose. Or at least you get them a majority of the time. Don’t want none of my influence upon them. This prenup may protect you in the event that we divorce, but it also ensures that we will, cause this marriage won’t feel like a trusting one, and I’ll feel like the entire time that everything we have isn’t really mine, but just conditionally if I behave exactly how you and your mother want,” Tom complains.

“You say you feel like you’re being judged, but you’re the one that’s making all sorts of assumptions about my family. Tom. If my family thought you were white-trash, we never have made it this far. In truth, they like you.

“But this isn’t an emotional issue. It’s a logical one, as far as she’s concerned.” Keos sighed. “The prenup says nothing about child custody. Nor would we ever push for anything like that; I grew up without one of my parents. Do you really think I’d want that for my kids?” He leafed through the document. “The prenup is meant to protect my pre-existing assets; my share in my mother’s company, the apartment my grandparents gifted me, the suite in the Labyrinth.

“It doesn’t protect the assets we invest in together as a couple. Those would be split fairly. Just think it over, okay? Consult an expert - get them to make changes or take out parts of it if you want - you can use our joint card to pay for it.” He sighed. “But let’s forget about it for now - d’you want to grab lunch?”

“No, he’d know without me saying a word.” He corrected, smiling just a bit at the other’s laugh. “Aw, really? So when were you born exactly?” He purred, leaning away from the other’s mouth momentarily. He was curious to see how much this man would chase. “The usual gifts a demon possess… Going from one place to the next in an instant, changing forms, though I do that better than anyone… I don’t prefer to get my hands dirty. Getting grime from under your fingernails is an absolute pain.” He shrugged. “Considering I was bred for this life… I’ve got perks.”

“The streets I walked as a mortal were those of the Roman empire.” He moved at an impressive speed, pushing the incubus’s back against the nearest wall. “Why do you resist me, little demon? Do you not know how many mortals have begged to receive my bite?” He raised a brow, his expression betraying nothing. “What else can you do? I’m no demon yet my skills are impressive; I can see into the minds and hearts of man, I can start fires with a single thought and even take to the skies if I wish.”

“Believe me when I say that should you harm me, my father might get a bit upset.” He smirked, tilting his head a bit and pursing his lips. Vampires were always so dramatic… Why was it they always acted like barbarians? Even some werewolves had a bit more pride in being friendly. “Something wildly out of your league, child.” He replied, bringing a hand up to press against the other’s chest. “You feed off blood, I feed off energy. Pure, adulterated energy. A breed of demon all it’s own.”

“You are threaten to tell your father on me, yet I’m the child? Oh, sweet irony!” Another laugh bubbled from his lips. “Perhaps you are funny after all! But I am no child; I have seen over two thousand years of life.” His head dipped down to drag his fangs across the flesh of the man’s neck. “Energy? And what gifts do you possess as a result, little demon?”

Monroe kept himself from letting out a hiss at the arm wrapped about him, instead lifting his gaze to the other and pressing his chest into the other’s. He was playing with fire today, he couldn’t help it. “How poetic.” He replied, tilting his head a bit and rolling his eyes at the remark. “No.” He sighed, bringing his hand up to tap at the tip of his nose. “Almost. Since you’re terrible at this game, I’ll just tell you… I’m an…. Incubus.” He stated, batting his eyelashes almost sarcastically. 

“How fearless you are. My, I wonder. Will you maintain this bravado if I decide to feast upon you?” Keos scowled at the unwelcome contact, his spare hand reaching up to tilt the other’s head to one side. “An incubus?” The vampire laughed. “And what, on Earth, is an incubus?”