Hello to all! Bxkfreakazoid presents to you, a new fiction, with madness of awkward romance, silly fighting sequences and superbly sick angst,….Incubus Melody!

This is another story from my collection of planned AU fics, the collection is called Book Imagica. Don't be fooled, it aint no book, just a fancy name!

this fic features Lance, g1rldraco7's super hot OC, who, heehee, is a carbon copy negative of Kevin Levin! (man, i luv twins! especially kevin's!) and she has helped me weave certain parts of this fic where I had been confused on how to proceed, so thank you, g1rldraco7! I bow to you, my experienced elder frnd!

Warning: boyxboy, yaoi, gay stuff, notably involving an incubus so u knw what to expect! Plus its AU.

Disclaimr : I do not own Ben ten alien force, or Lance. Ben ten alien force belongs to Man of Action, and Lance belongs to g1rldraco7! I have her permission!

INCUBUS MELODY

Chapter One: Numb

[featured song: Numb, Linkin Park]

I'm tired of being what you want me to be,
Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface,
Don't know what you're expecting of me,
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes...

o.o.o

Bright lights. Screaming fans. Smell of perfume. Sweat of effort. Thunder of guitars. Rumble of drums. Chime of organ. The kinky tightness of his leather clothes. The rub of his choker on his throat. These were all the familiar essence of his life now. Clutching the cold metal of his microphone, Kevin thrust the other hand up in the air.

"Thank you everyone! I love you all too!"

More screaming ensued. The girls were the loudest. Guys were second to them. Kevin was surprised in his initial days as a rockstar when guys started to trickle into his concerts with undisguised passion in their eyes. Ever since then, Kevin had gotten used to the blend of heteros, homos and everything in between as his ever growing band of fans.

Kevin clipped the microphone back onto the mic-stand, ignoring the sweat drop trickling down the ridge of his back under his leather vest. He smiled at his audience, and threw his hands in a 'rock on!' gesture, before running sideways into the backstage. The host, blushing red in enthusiasm, shouted out, "Lets give another round of applause to the star of the show, Kevunhhh! OH MY GOD, ISN'T HE AMAAAYYYZEEENG?!"

Making his way to his private dressing room, Kevin rolled his eyes. Not that he hated his fans, they were nice, and eager. But at times, it got on his nerves. "Humans. They just never get enough."

"Look who's talking."

Kevin looked up, to see that standing akimbo near the dressing room door was his 'Manager'. Gwen. She was dressed in a dark pink tailored lady's suit, with a smirk on her face. The very sight of her flattering hourglass figure accentuated by the pinks made Kevin's eyes darken and thaw with hunger.

Gwen tilted her towards the room, "In. Now. We need to talk."

I was going in there, anyway, he mumbled to himself. Mutely, he followed the red haired woman, with her long waterfall of crimson mane reaching her waist, swaying as she cat-walked into the room on her pink high heels.

God, he wanted to kill her right now.

Once in, the door closed behind him and clicked lock by itself.

Gwen half-sat on the table, while Kevin slumped on the plush chair, groaning with the ease of relaxation.

"Now, lets come right to the point," she spoke, and Kevin raised his head from the backrest to stare at her in protest.

"Do we have to talk, right now?!"

The glare she shot his way made him shut up instantly.

"As I was to say," she continued as if never interrupted, "Your popularity is climbing off the charts, and your fan-base is very much spectacular."

"Whoop-ti-doo."

She frowned, snapping, "Stop that Kevin," and spoke, "But we need more. You need to put more effort into your singing, Kevin. You need to draw more crowd."

"But the crowd is already big!" he sighed, "Huge. Gigantic. My concerts fill up almost instantly. People fight each other to see me perform. As much as I like that, I don't want people killing each other over me."

"Well, aren't you adorable," she smiled in fake appreciation. He stared at her bluntly, and she resumed her cold look, "Kevin, I want you to push your limits further. I know you can sing better. You can make the Angels fall. So, sing, better. Mesmerize the humans more. The energy released by the excited humans is very valuable, Kevin." And then she inspected her long manicured nails as her voice turned icily sly, "Besides, whats the harm in having tons and tons of money being piled up around you? More fans means more money."

Kevin sulked crossly. "I don't want money. I don't need money either."

"But I do. So you will do as I say. I want a significant rise in your fan-base as soon as possible. End of discussion." She got off the table and straightened her coat that was a little crinkled from her sitting position. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a contract to sign in ten minutes, about another concert of yours. And I don't want to be late."

"W-wait!"

She slowly turned around on her spike-heels, and bestowed her cold, green, darkly lined eyes on him. Kevin had stood up from his seat. He had a hesitant but determined look on his handsome face, just the kind that made her engine turn, but she had no time for that. "Speak up, Kevin, I haven't got all day!"

"Um, I was… I'm a little low on energy, and," he looked around as if the right words to speak were written all over the walls, "… and I was hoping if you'd, if we'd, if we could…"

"Kevin, I thought I made it clear, sex only every three days."

"But its been five!"

"Oh," she looked uninterestedly at him, "Well, then, I guess you'll just have to wait till I feel like it."

"But, I'm an Incubus, and I need to feed!" he spoke desperately. He already looked pale and tired when he let it come on his face.

Gwen smirked, "Kevin, sweetie, shut up. And get your face washed, you look sick. I'll sign you up for a facial, you're destroying you're looks."

Kevin's face fell. He swung his hands about as he spoke with more feeling, "That's 'cause I haven't fed in five days! You know human food can't cope up with the energy I need to feed on! You said I have to up-the-ante on my singing, but how can I when I'm starved like this?!"

"Kevin," she hissed dangerously, "Your room is not soundproof, so keep your voice down."

"Please, just once, I'll be really brief!" Kevin pleaded with his eyes though he was not the kind to go down on knees.

"No," she shrugged, "I have a meeting in ten minutes, Kevin. I can't ruin my clothes."

"But YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND! I NEED IT!" he recoiled, his eyes flashing madly. Two enormous black feathered wings tore out his shoulder blades, knocking down a few bottle from the table, and also a few chairs. He lurched towards her desperately. Gwen didn't even flinch as he came at her, but bluntly stared at him unfazed, until his hands were only a hair's breadth away from her, and she snapped darkly in an eerie voice:

"Kevin. Stop."

Kevin froze. His pupils turned into pinpricks. His hands froze. His wings folded behind him robotically. His face turned expressionless.

"Kevin. Heel."

Kevin dropped to his knees obediently, face still blank, eyes lifeless.

Gwen stared down her nose at the mannequin-faced Kevin who stared at her knees, she hissed her threat that dripped poison syllable-by-syllable, "If you ever raise your voice against me, Kevin, I will whip you for every breath you take for the next one hour. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, Mistress," came his lifeless voice.

"Good. Now, get something done to your face."

So said, she turned back to the door, opened it and crisply closed it after her.

Once she was gone, Kevin regained control of his body, and hung his head, falling forward to land on his palms. He grit his teeth helplessly. He was hungry. No matter how much food he ate, it will not satiate him, after all, he is an Incubus.

Right now, he wish he didn't exist under the ruthless command of the Sorceress Gwendolyn.

o.o.o

That night.

Kevin walked out of his lavish Presidential Suite in the five-star hotel where he stayed. Grumpy and sick to his spiritual tummy, he walked to the adjacent Suite, which was Gwen's. He didn't even need to knock. All he had to do was press a palm on the door's surface and the sorceress would know.

The door soon opened on its own and he stepped inside. The door closed behind him and he proceeded to her bedroom. He did the same and that door opened too.

"Kevin, darling, come in!" Gwen greeted him, dressed in a night-robe of sickening baby pink silk. She happily sipped champagne from a vine glass from where she sat on the large plush bed ill-proportioned for one person. Kevin stepped obediently at the foot of the bed, hand folded behind him, head low.

"Mistress, you called for me."

"Now, now," she grinned, putting aside the glass on the bedside table, and got up. Kevin tried not to notice her skimpy bedwear underneath the robe. She slithered her way to him and caressed his cheek, "Why the dull attitude?", she fussed as if she were talking to a sulking pet.

Kevin felt his insides burn in anger and yet, shame.

"Come along now, are you mad at me?" she cooed in a honey-like voice. It made him sick, but the bonded Incubus part of him longed for it like a bear.

"I am not allowed to be mad at you, Mistress. And I apologize for my behaviour earlier," he mumbled bluntly.

"You know, that look don't suit you, darling," she sighed. Kevin didn't need to guess that her soft-hearted approach was egged by the champagne that she would infamously gulp in large quantities.

"But, why won't you sleep with me every night?" he asked calmly, concern flitting in his eyes, "Am I not good in bed? Don't I look good enough? Are you tired of me?"

"No, no, sweetie, you are great in bed, and you are irresistible..." she batted her eyes lashes, caressing his cheek again.

"But you do resist me, for three consecutive days," he mumbled darkly, "Don't you... Don't you don't love me at all?"

"Woah, honey," Gwen's eyes went a little wide as she laughed, "No, no, you see, you're an Incubus, you don't need to be loved. You only need to have sex, all the time. But Mistress is busy you know? After all, she's a sorceress from the Witches' realm. Spell-work and all. So you have to wait." She spoke as if to a child. He didn't like that at all.

"But -"

"Enough talk. I'll make it all better, come here," she gestured with her arms for an embrace. Although he hated it, his body magnetized to her like a loyal puppy, leaning even without his thought. It was one of the curses of being an Incubus, he/she couldn't ever turn down a pleasurable offer of his/her Mistress/Master, no matter how much he/she hated it.

I have feelings too. I want love. I want passion. But I'm just a sex toy.

Gwen rested her elbows on his shoulder and cupped his face. Kevin could not stop the waves of relief flood him as she stood on tiptoes, and pressed her full lips to his thin ones, and he returned the kiss vigorously. His strong hands caught her by the waist, and he swept her up, walking to the bed, laying her there gently, not leaving his kiss as he stripped himself, and her, with quick movements, hungry for his fix of energy.

o.o.o

I've become so numb, I can't feel you there,
Become so tired, so much more aware
I'm becoming this, all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you.

- End of chapter -

Ohhhkay angst. in the first chapter (-_-') wow.

and bwaaak! hetero sex! ewie! I mean, it don't make sense anymore! sheesh!

anyway, this was a smallish chapter compared to the essay-like ones I usually write :P but I guess it gives you guys an intro, u knw, a good idea on how kevin and gwen relate to each other! more coming real soon!

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