Life Forces Us

Life Forces Us: Chapter #3

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Stiles stares at the ceiling as he takes a long drag from his vape pen. He slowly lets it out, the scent of strawberries filling the air. He wonders if someone were to see him now, what they would say. They would probably say he is one lucky son of a bitch. After all, he is naked in bed with two women, one blonde, Erica and one redhead, Lydia. They would be wrong of course because the only reason they are all in bed together is because Lydia and Erica are succubi. Therefore he, as an incubus, can touch them without fear. There's also the fact that Lydia and Erica are together and occasionally Stiles is asked to join. If he didn't know any better, he would think the only reason they want him to come home is so they have a dick readily available.

After another half hour of staring mindlessly at the ceiling and using the entirety of his vape pen he drags himself out of bed and into the bathroom. A scalding hot shower allows him to let the tension bleed from his muscles. He has every intention of being gone when the girls wake up because like a fool, he had way too much to drink and told them about—about him. Stiles sighs and tries to shower as quickly as possible but if he jerks off to a fantasy of the alpha then that is his business.

He pulls on his boxers, jeans, long-sleeved dark red t-shirt, and black converse. He grabs his wallet and his keys shoving them into his pockets before leaving the room, the door softly clicking closed. It's barely light out and that's a testament to how restless Stiles is. He hasn't been sleeping well since he met—him. It's pissing him off because he doesn't do attachments of any kind. Yet his mind has latched onto the alpha and won't let go. Stiles is glad he robbed the werewolf of his senses. Granted it was a spur of the moment decision but once he started, he knew it was the right thing to do. Can a wolf without its senses even be considered a wolf? Stiles snorts at the imagery his fucked up brain supplies. No, he doesn't regret it at all.

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Stiles is wandering but he doesn't know he ended up in the forest of all places. Did they even have a forest nearby? His senses go into overdrive as he looks around. Wait. Fuck. He's dreaming again. Stiles sighs and goes through the motions of the all too familiar dream.

"Mieczysław?"

Stiles turns his head towards the sound of the voice and freezes. He chokes back a sob. "Mamo. (Mom.)"

A woman who looks like Stiles glides towards him and Stiles knows he's crying but it's all so unreal to him. The dream is always the same and he doesn't understand what has changed to change his dream. "What have you done moje dziecko (my child)?"

Stiles frowns in confusion. What had he done? He watches as his mother's hand comes to cup his cheek and he leans into the surprisingly warm touch. He doesn't know what to say so she speaks again. "Nie wiesz kim on jest (Don't you know who he is)?" she asks her thumb brushing back and forth on his jawline. Now Stiles is beyond confused.

"Kto (Who)?" he asks quietly.

His mother gives a small smile despite the slight shine to her eyes. "Twoja przyjaciółka kochanie. (Your mate, sweetheart.)"

Stiles snorts at that and shakes his head. "Incubi nie dostają mamusi kumpli. (Incubi don't get mates, Mom.)" he whispers. This dream is making less and less sense to him. He needs to wake up. He can feel his mom fading as he struggles towards consciousness but just before he wakes, he hears a faint reply.

"Jesteś więcej niż tylko inkubem, kochanie. (You are more than just an incubus, sweetheart.)"

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Stiles bolts upright, eyes frantically darting around him as his heart pounds in his chest. His head hurts something fierce and when he brings his fingers back from gingerly touching it, he sees blood. He has never had a dream that felt that real. They all feel real in a sense but that one was as if he was actually talking to his mother which is impossible because she's—He swallows thickly and clears his throat. He slowly stands using the—brick wall?—behind him for support. He's in an alley he doesn't remember going down, but he knows where he is. Fuck he must've been drunker than he thought.