unknownballad | ❝ Desire is hunger, is the fire I breathe ❞

The sounds of ecstasy filling the luxury home are like music to his ears. The lusty moans filled with desire and want, groans and grunts of effort, the sounds of skin on skin. Even the creaking of furniture under ever shifting and moving weight is like a drug. Men and women grouped off in varying configurations or flitting between one partner and the next, exploring each other, sampling each other. Perfection.

The middle aged man sweating and grunting on top of Vena is the owner of the beautiful home with plenty of space for all of Vena's new friends. Temporary owner. This will all belong to the incubus before too much longer. He's been with the man for weeks now. Ever since he saw the beautiful home and decided that he wanted it for himself, greedy and selfish thing that he is. The man isn't long for this world. Would he be fucking the incubus so enthusiastically if he knew it was killing him? Easy answer. Of course he would. He can't help himself. He's lost to Vena's allure.

Vena lazily rolls his head to the side, toward the front door, when the doorbell chimes over the sounds of pleasure. It's an open invitation so who's ringing the doorbell? How annoying. "Get off of me." He should play the part of a good host for a few moments and answer the door. The response Vena gets from his partner is nothing more than some grunting and a poor attempt at some harder thrusts, so Vena shoves the man off of him and climbs to his feet. "Start doing as you're told."

Stepping over bodies twisted and tangled up together, Vena pads over to the door to pull it open. If not for the fact that one can hear and see from the doorway what's happening inside, it might not be impossible to come up with a pretty close guess based on Vena's appearance. He's wearing sheer black lingerie that's completely open in the back except for the lacing holding it all together. That and the mix of fresh and dried cum streaked along in inner thighs and thin clothing.

"Yes?" he asks as his eyes slowly and deliberately wander over the young man at the door. "Ah, that's right. You're the food boy, aren't you?" His collection of humans do need to eat, don't they?

Levi wouldn't advertise catering for orgies if he were squeamish (or judgemental) about them. Besides, it's a pretty good market. People engaging fuck-a-thons definitely need energy to keep going. Which means: they need food! Orgies are a lot like any other party...as long as you don't mind the sights, sounds, and smells.

More often than not, Levi simply parks the truck near the party and the guests come out (usually semi-clothed) to get food and drinks. Less often is more like this catering situation where he's bringing food into the party. That requires either assistance (yikes!) or multiple trips to and from the truck. He'd rather his crew stay in the truck and keep cooking and boxing up food than wander through the orgy.

Even as unflappable as he is (it's not as if Levi didn't know he was booked for a sex party), he can't help feeling his face warm a little. He doesn't stare at the irrationally beautiful man at the door. He certainly doesn't look past him into the on-going orgy. And no, he's absolutely not taking note of the, erm, mess all over the one greeting him. Thankfully, he's too busy balancing the boxes with each meal in his arms to pay too much notice to the details.

"Yeah, that's right. Where would you like it?"

Catering an orgy does seem like a rather worthwhile endeavour, and likely a market where the food boy doesn't have much competition. He can't imagine too many people are scrambling to serve food at sex parties, which is a shame. People expend a lot of energy at things like this. They stay quite active. Far more so than at most other parties, quite likely.

Humans often act like such prudish things when he has evidence to the contrary right behind him. Debauchery in every corner of this home, bodies defiling the once pristine surfaces. And it took surprisingly little of the incubus' own influence to make it happen. That's not to say that Vena's potent aura has no hand in this, but not as much as it needs to. Many humans are just looking for an excuse to give in. Vena is that excuse.

Vena lets his eyes wander over Levi yet again, paying zero attention to the boxes balanced in his arms. No, he'd much prefer to let his eyes follow the lines of the food boy's body before ultimately pulling his eyes away to look over his shoulder toward the naked middle aged man plodding toward them.

"Unfortunately, he's already claimed my ass for the foreseeable future, but my mouth is free. Or if you're patient, he'll exhaust himself before too much longer." Specify what you mean by 'it', Levi.

Levi blinks at the response. For a fraction of a second he's stumped. Weren't they just talking about the (human) food? Context, Vena. Follow along! He barely misses a beat before ducking his chin and laughing.

"I meant the food. Where would you like me to put the food?" Since, from the way that guy's practically stalking up behind Vena, he's not going to be available to help take the food where it needs to be.

"Thanks for the invitation, though. I'm on the clock, so I'll have to decline," he adds with a little laugh. As if he would! Levi's not really the sort of guy to join an orgy. Or sleep with strangers.

See, Levi, as something that isn't prone to dining on human food, Vena loses interest in the topic very quickly, and his mind wanders back to something far more interesting to him. His own nourishment and pleasure if a much more enticing topic than whatever it is that Levi has in those boxes. He makes no apologies for his cum soaked brain's singular focus.

Vena huffs a sigh that can only be described as a mixture between frustration and annoyance. Is it because of Levi bringing up the subject of actual human food again (the whole purpose for Levi even being here) or because of the middle aged man who's made it over to Vena and has begun pawing at him? Simply put, yes. "Go over there and wait for me," he instructs the older (appearance-wise. Vena is far and above the oldest one here) man, gesturing toward the large sofa in the middle of the room. "You insisted that you people needed to eat so let me deal with the food boy."

And speaking of Levi, Vena turns to lead him further inside. "Come and see me when you're no longer on the clock. For now, follow me. I believe the bar area is largely unoccupied." Oh Levi, Vena is no ordinary stranger. A lot of people find themselves doing things around him that they normally wouldn't.

Unfortunately, as long as Levi's here, he'll be on the clock. The food truck can only make so many meals at once. Even with his small crew, they just don't have the space to make as much as is required in one shot. So he'll be back and forth for a few hours at least, until the host tells him to stop and dismisses him. The guy booked him for eight hours, though Levi highly doubts anyone can keep up a sex party for that long (no one completely human, anyway!).

Another small laugh follows Vena's renewed invitation. One he's already politely declined. No need to repeat it, as far as Levi's concerned. It's not that there isn't an inkling of temptation taking root. This man is irrationally attractive, after all! But Levi simply is there for a purpose and he plans on keeping the business if he can. It's been his experience that the people who host these sorts of parties don't host them only once.

He doesn't need any further instruction to follow Vena inside, eyes ahead (solidly on the spot between Vena's shoulder blades. It seems like the least awkward place to look). This isn't his first orgy, so the sighs and sounds around him don't distract him from what he's there to do. Unflappable on the outside but not so much on the inside. This is very awkward, actually! But he's glad to get to the bar area where he can start lining up the boxes. Line them up and go out to make more. Lather, rinse, repeat.

Once the eight hours is up, though, Vena is hoping to entice the young man away for at least a few moments while his crew packs up. Or maybe longer if he can talk Levi into sending his crew off on their way once they've finished with their catering for the day. Let him help him crew at the end of this job and then keep the food boy here without them. There are ways around Levi wanting to stay professional while he's here for the next eight hours.

Or however long it ends up being before there's no one but Vena left standing. Though he won't tire in that time, the rest of them are perfectly human, unfortunately.

Once they reach the bar only to find that it is, indeed, rather unoccupied, Vena takes a seat on one of the barstools and solidifies the fact that he has no intention of returning to the man waiting for him on the couch any time soon (though it's likely that the middle aged man will find his way over to Vena before too long. Vena has spent so much time with him and they've fucked often enough that the poor man's mind has been entirely infected by the incubus. Vena's power burrowed it's way into his brain and now he can think of nothing other than the petite young man lounging at the bar). No, he'd far prefer to watch the comings and goings of the lovely food truck boy.

An incubus enticing Levi? It's more likely than Levi thinks!

He pointedly keeps his eyes on the food as he arranges it on the bar. Each box is a little meal with some flavor of mac 'n' cheese or grilled cheese, a side, and a protein. Drinks will be brought out soon, too: bottled water, cans of soda, energy drinks (they might need those). Levi can only carry so much at once. Each box is also labeled so they don't have to be opened by every curious guest wanting to know what's inside.

He does, however, spare a sidelong glance at Vena. In spite of the very, um, used state he's in, he's incredibly attractive. Maybe in a vastly different kind of situation, he wouldn't mind Vena's flirtation. Maybe even welcome it. But right now, he's working. And he really can't forget what's going on all around while he's lining up boxed meals.

"I'll be right back with more. And drinks."

Poor Levi. If only he knew it was no mere human whose eye he caught.

Vena stretches he arm across the bar and lays his head down on it, though he still manages to take up surprisingly little of the surface. At first, his eyes follow Levi, not missing a single movement. A predator closely tracking it's next intended prey. Watching. Waiting for his moment. In time, though, his eyes drop to the food boxes. The way that Levi arranges them, the flexing of his hands when he picks them up and puts them down. He reaches out with his free hand almost as though he's about to touch Levi's arm but instead hooks one of the boxes with his index finger and drags it toward him.

"Do you not have people who can do that for you." He opens up the box he's claimed and lifts his head just enough to peer inside. "Do as you must. I'm sure I will still be here."

A lie. By the time Levi returns, Vena is nowhere to be found. Nor is the man who'd been following him around. All that remains is the box of food Vena had, still open with a single small bite taken out of the grilled cheese. Though he'd prefer to spend much of his time watching the food boy (stay near him. Let his power find it's foothold in his mind and start chipping away at all of his defences), he allowed himself to be pulled away by his middle aged partner. Tend to him now so Vena can do as he pleases without some horny old man following him around.

Levi has probably a half an hour free of the looming host before Vena returns (alone. His partner is no where is sight. Vena left him where they were last together. The poor man's finally passed out from exhaustion) to sit back on the same bar stool, looking freshly dishevelled and a little more, um, used than when he was here last.

"There's only three of us," he explains. Is that a tiny pang of disappointment he's feeling when Vena takes the box instead touching him? Possibly. "I wouldn't ask them to come inside," he added. "It's okay. I'm used to this." Somewhat. This isn't the first orgy his truck's been at.

As promised, he takes his leave to gather up more of what's been cooked and packaged. More boxes are brought in and organized on the bar. This time he has a plastic grocery bag hooked around his arm with a variety of beverages. Those he also organizes on the bar: water, sodas, energy drinks, Gatorade. Lather, rinse, repeat.

Levi's actually relieve each time he comes back to see some of the boxes have been taken. Some of the guests even take a break to sit at the bar for their meals. Though, he personally can't imagine having sex immediately after eating. Maybe there should be a warning to wait thirty minutes just like swimming.

On another trip into the house, he's surprised (and maybe a little glad?) to see Vena back at the bar. He assumes Vena's the host as well as the one who chose to hire him, just based on their brief interactions.

Levi can't help himself as he places more food on the bar. "Finally exhausted your friend, hm?"

Sex after eating, on a full stomach, is probably inadvisable but Vena applauds their enthusiasm. Granted, Vena is also the source of much of their enthusiasm, but that is neither here nor there. They do what they've come here to do and eat only because it's necessary, or because they've finally found the right partner for their food related kink.

The food boy probably has some, right? Vena will try to remember to ask him about it when he's off the clock and perhaps more willing to speak on such subjects.

Vena looks around the bar for the box of food he'd barely touched before abandoning it, noting that the collection of other meals is different than before. Perhaps his good choice of catering company goes beyond the delicious caterer to the food as well. Since Vena doesn't really eat much in the 'traditional human' sense, he chose Levi solely based on the fact that he caters to Vena's specific types of events.

Having located his food, Vena pulls it toward him again (it had been merely pushed off to the side in his absence) and grabs the now cold grilled cheese to take another small bite. He holds his free hand out toward the water, expecting Levi to hand him a bottle. "Mm yes. He has a surprising amount of stamina for an older man, but I wore him out in the end." The outcome was never going to be any different. "He probably won't be pawing at me again before everyone else leaves."

Food boy does not have any food-related kinks, thank you. He might not even have any kinks. Mr. Missionary in a dark room with a committed partner and all. Sex with the lights on is pretty kinky to him.

Levi does hand him the bottle of water though.

"I can't tell if you're pleased about that or not." Then he nods toward the grilled cheese. "I can warm that up for you."

Food boy obviously just hasn't done enough exploring. Food boy needs to broaden his horizons. He should allow Vena to show him a wonderful, new world beyond missionary with a committed partner in a dark room. Vena would have a lot of fun showing him things that would make him realize just how mundane his kinky idea of sex with the lights on really is. Sex with the lights on is perfectly vanilla.

Vena takes the bottle of water, and then tips the top of it toward Levi so he'll remove the cover from it for him as he takes another bite of the food. "Pleased about what? That I wore out an already exhausted old man or that I'm now free of him for the next several hours?"

"The latter." He's actually surprised it took as long as it did to wear the guy out. They've obviously been going at it since before Levi walked into the house the first time. It's surprising that older fellow had that much stamina.

Vena must be tired, too. Clearly why he's having Levi uncap the bottle for him.

"I am pleased. It's exhausting being followed around all day by a man vying for my attention. Especially when there are so many others who want it as well." As the host of the party, everyone wants at least a piece of Vena's attention. As the resident incubus, plenty of people want more than that. The older man isn't the only one here whose bed Vena's been in. He's not been with them or around them enough to establish himself as the centre of their world yet, though. Unlike the older man, they don't need to be with Vena, they'd just like to be again.

Vena looks down at the uncapped bottle of water then back up at the attractive young man. Apparently Vena simply not wanting to do something works in his favour in more ways than one. He doesn't have to do what he doesn't feel like doing, and it makes him appear more human. Though he's not trying terribly hard to hide his demonic nature, it's not something he advertises either. So if the human would like to think of the poor, petite host as tired, so be it.

Oh, Levi's sure there are more than a few guests at a party like this who want something beside their pretty host's attention.

He stops fussing with the boxes (all labeled and arranged in neat rows) and moves a little closer to where Vena's sitting. As he's not a guest, he doesn't dare pull up a seat; instead he just leans down, something conspiratorial in his expression.

"Now, I've never been to a party like this before — as a guest, that is! — but I'm pretty sure you're still allowed to choose whose company you want and don't want." Enjoy that helpful hint, Vena.

Vena takes a third and final bite of the grilled cheese (though it still looks like it barely been touched) before setting it back in the box and sliding the box away from him. This time when he holds out his hand toward Levi, it's for a napkin so he can clear away the crumbs on his fingers.

"Of course I can choose whose company I want and don't want." That was a very helpful hint, thank you Levi. "He's not the only one I've been with today, but I've rarely been with anyone else without him." Of course he has his reasons for allowing the man to encroach on so much of his time. There are reasons why he's giving the man so much of his time in order to kill him instead of just waiting for him to die of old age like he might have otherwise. "There's an added level of difficulty to shooing someone away when you're already being fucked by someone else." Not that much difficulty, honestly. Truthfully, his complaints are just a way for him to brag about his own popularity. Though it really does become exhausting sometimes to have people chasing after him like puppies just because they fucked a few times, there are other instances like this one where he revels in it.

Vena's reasons are all around them. Literally. The house, the property, everything in it. It would make more sense if Levi had any idea Vena's playing the role of a black widow. The number of things this boy doesn't know are adding up quickly.

Levi looks around to find the napkins and hands one to Vena. "I'm sure your guests would be very impressed." Levi, however, not so much. "Maybe you've earned a rest."

A lot of things would make a lot more sense if Levi had any information at all. Though Vena talks of wanting to shoo the older man away, there's a reason why he didn't try terribly hard. There's a reason why Vena's been dedicating much of his time to him. Often enough, he will simply wait for his victim to die and then collect all that they willed to him, but he doesn't want to wait this time. He's going out of his way to kill this one. He wants this home and all that comes with it, except for the man. It would make more sense of Levi had any idea.

Vena takes the napkin and cleans off his hand, then takes another small sip from his bottle of water. "That's why I'm here. I'm resting." He's here for Levi. He doesn't need to rest.

Maybe it's for the best that Levi knows nothing.

"A real rest," he offers gently. "Let a hot bath and a solid ten hours of sleep."

Maybe it's for the best. At least for now. If Vena can keep him around long enough, he may learn more, but only if he's in a place where the truth isn't so likely to scare him off. He's not interested in chasing away people before he's good and ready to.

"A good host should remain available for his guests."

"After, then." He can't imagine someone^* of Vena's size won't be feeling some aches and pains after a night like he's described. It's not really Levi's place to offer advice, so he'll understand if Vena brushes it off. He's just hired help for the party, after all.

"I mean, it's up to you, of course." Vena's grown and very clearly in charge of his own life. Maybe Levi's just a little bit of a mother hen.

^*a regular human person.

Dear Levi, you will surely exhaust yourself trying to mother hen someone like Vena. And potentially worry yourself sick. Vena is far more resilient than he appears. And he's not in the habit of doing things differently just to assuage the worries of others. Don't waste your time, dear Levi.

"Of course it is," Vena says as he once again stretches his arm across the bar, laying his head on top of it. He tips his head up a little toward Levi, even though he closes his eyes. He can still feel the young man there though and that's enough for him. For now. "You seem rather accustomed to catering to parties like mine. Most catering companies are much more sex averse. And yet you openly advertise it." He's impressed, actually. So many humans have so many hangups about sex. Outwardly, at least, sine his orgy tells a different story. Are you simply more open than others? Or do you get off on getting paid to watch everyone around you fuck each other?" He opens his eyes and lifts his head to look at Levi. "Be honest. I don't judge." That's a lie. Vena is very judgmental but not in cases like these.

"Well," Levi began, drawing the word out in thought. "I guy I met in culinary school used to joke about it being an untapped market. One night we got a little drunk and started really thinking about it. You know, sanitary issue and stuff. He knew my goal wasn't a restaurant, but a food truck business and he thought it would be perfect because, poof," Levi lifts his fists and then opens his fingers as he says 'poof.'

"No more sanitary issues."

There's something intense about Vena's eyes staring at him, even if they're heavily lidded and read (to him) as sleepy. "This," another gesture, motioning vaguely to what's going on all around them. "Isn't something I'd do. I'm not going to judge all these people though. They're all adults. I'm not the kind to catastrophize and worry about the what-ifs and all the possible bad outcomes. To me, this isn't much different than people who go to a night club or sit around someone's table rolling dice while pretending to be someone else. They're all just doing something that's fun to them."

Oh, he didn't realize there would be an entire story involved but it's almost endearing, the way he talks about it. He lays his head back down onto his arm, eyes remaining on the human the entire time. Though not often a word he would use to describe someone he's taking a particular interest in, it's a little cute how animated Levi gets as he talks of the origins of his food truck and the list of events he'll work. His eyes move to follow Levi's hands up, watching the way he gestures and opens his fingers, wandering so slowly back down to his face soon after. He really is quite nice to look at, isn't he?

"I suppose that means you'll be my caterer of choice for the foreseeable future. Lucky you." It'll take some of the guesswork out of choosing some sort of food for his events. His guests seemed to enjoy Levi's food well enough (though feeding his guests a lot of diary in the middle of their day of vigorous sex could spell disaster. Should anything untoward come of it, Levi can expect to get Vena's cleaning bill) and Vena enjoys Levi, even if he hasn't had the opportunity to try him yet.

Another perk of having Levi cater more of his events, of course, is exposing him to more of the incubus' allure. Expose him to more of that power that humans are often so weak against.

"Have you never been curious about something like this?" he asks, blindly gesturing behind himself with his free hand.

He won't mind the business. Although... Maybe he'll come up with a less dairy heavy menu for Vena's events. He's sure he can thing of something a little more, uh, activity-friendly. Of course, he'll discuss the matter with Vena before. Maybe he and his guests like the dairy centered options.

Just to be polite, Levi turns to look around, pointedly up, above any humanly possible action. "Not really. I'm not really a casual sex sort of guy, so something like this never really appealed to me. I'm kinda hung up on monogamy. Don't laugh."

At least some less dairy heavy options. Judging by the missing boxed meals, the guests have been enjoying what's here (round of applause for Vena, who did not exactly choose this truck based on food. He chose it mostly based on the fact that it openly advertises that it caters to orgies) and even Vena didn't hate the few bites of the grilled cheese he had. Though what Vena eats really has no bearing on just how soon or how much sex he can have after a meal. The inner workings on his body only look human.

Though if he and Levi are going to have an actual discussion about additions to the food truck's menu, Vena may have to bring in someone else to help with the decision making. Someone who knows a little more about food than he does. Su-jin, perhaps? He was human once, wasn't he? Some centuries ago?

Vena turns to look as well, though he makes a point to look at every pair or group of writhing bodies he can see. Delicious. "A shame. Your next partner could be right here somewhere in my home." Future home. "They're just waiting for a strapping young food truck boy to come along and fuck them to make them realize they want to give up their whoring ways for him." Vena turns back to look at Levi, getting up on his knees on the seat to make himself a little taller, to bring him a little closer to eye level with the food boy. "Or is getting fucked more to your taste?"

Su-jin would be a poor choice, Vena. He doesn't need to eat human food either, but he does it to appear more normal in their company. He's not really any sort of expert on that matter, Vena, but he might know someone who can assist.

The conversation turns more awkwardly personal than Levi expects and all he can do is laugh nervously. "I'm not sure that's the sort of foundation I'd want a relationship based on." Pointedly ignoring Vena's question about preference, thanks.

He doesn't now but he might've at one point! Su-jin may have enjoyed a human meal once upon a time, a very long time ago. Either way, he will defer to Su-jin in the end. He often does. There are plenty of humans he knows who eat human food and would - in theory - be able to come up with a menu with the food boy, but many of Vena's people have become yes men. The humans who spend too much time in his orbit start to do whatever they think they must to please him. Or they'll ask him what he prefers before making an decisions and that sort of defeats the whole point. Besides, what he prefers is already on the menu. Unfortunately, the humans can't be sustained by sexual energy with a side of semen. Poor things.

Still sitting on his knees, Vena bends down to rest his elbows on the top of the bar, chin resting in his hands. "That's a little close-minded of you, don't you think?"

❝ Desire is hunger, is the fire I breathe ❞

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