The love of a succubus

sight isn't everything

Mark had kept a tight hold on his brother's jacket as he was led through a group of students and into the school building. Mark could see nothing but darkness, so he relied on his scent, hearing, and feeling, all three of those were kind of overwhelmed the instant he walked into the school. The combined scents of heavy perfumes, colognes, and the thick scent of bleach and other cleaners all combined to create a suffocating smell that nearly made Mark double over and cough, so he let go of his brother's jacket and waited for the group to pass, expecting his brother to have stopped with him.

When the group had passed, Mark caught his breath, taking a moment to stretch his wings a bit without having to worry about brushing against anyone awkwardly. With another deep breath, Mark adjusted to the strong scent that the school had and went to reach for his brother again, but instead, his hands only met air, causing an icicle of fear to stab into Mark's body. He whined and used his wings to help him feel around for any body heat that was near him, luckily finding someone close to him. With a relieved sigh, Mark felt his way over to it and grabbed onto the person's shirt or jacket, feeling them turn to look at him.
            "Christien?" He asked, tightening his grip on the person's shirt as he tried to avoid staring at the person, 
            "Sorry dear, I'm not your buddy," The woman said, her smooth voice causing a streak of lightning to burn through Mark's body as if he had taken some sort of drug. Mark felt his cheeks warm while his mind became putty and his wings twitched with a burning warmth that made each feather tingle with the yearn to be touched. 

The woman spoke to him once again and forced himself to form some sort of sentence in a response to her words, but his mind kept buzzing with excitement and lust. Before he knew it, Mark was being sat down by this new person and his skin lit up when the girl touched his arm to help him to a seat. Mark swam in a sea of emotions, nearly jumping every time his wings twitched and delicately brushed the stranger while she spoke in a smooth, buttery voice while her peach scented perfume tickled his nose. Mark purred softly and began feeling light-headed, but felt no urge to get up or leave, he just wanted to lay on the girl's lap and let him massage his soft, black wings.

Sadly, the sudden feeling of a sharp tug on his sweater sleeve snapped Mark out of the trance that he had fallen into at some point, 
           "Come on Mark," He heard his older twins voice say in a tense and somewhat strained tone as he pulled Mark to his feet, breaking Mark's contact with the woman, leaving his skin cold and thirsting for her touch once more, but Christien pulled him away and led him across the room to another table.
           "Are you okay?" Christien asked, shaking Mark a bit when they had sat down at a long table that felt like an ice cube under Mark's fingers while his body was forced to come down from the contact high he had felt only moments ago. Slowly, Mark nodded his head but whined like a wounded dog. 
            "Don't worry, the feeling should fade," A deeper, soothing voice said from across the table, Mark identified the voice as Tobias, his eldest brother. Mark just grunted and stared downward while the tingling slowly ebbed and the flesh of his wings rippled with energy that was unused in his encounter with the new female that now invaded his mind at every chance that she had.

Christien kept his hand on his twin's shoulder, which calmed Mark more as he sat at the table, feeling the body heat from the surrounding people while his muscles slowly relaxed completely and he took a deep breath. 
            "so, who was it that you were talking with?" Tobias asked calmly, the sounds of his fork on his plastic breakfast plate hitting Mark's ears while his mind dug around for the girl's name, 
            "I...dunno, I can't remember," He eventually muttered, grimacing at the realization that he had neglected to remember the name of this angel that he had met. Tobias tried not to chuckle while Mark laid his hand on his own arm grumpily, 
            "Hey, it's alright, maybe you'll meet her again and can ask her name again," The deep voice said enthusiastically, But I won't, the school is too big and I'll never run into her again. Mark thought bitterly to himself, but further brooding was interrupted when the bell rang. 

Mark slowly dragged himself up and let Christien lead him to class like he usually does while Mark tried to find a heat signature that might've been the girl he had met that morning, but with the heat of others getting in the way and the overwhelming scent and noise constantly distracting him, Mark couldn't keep his focus long enough to lock onto any sort of heat signature or familiar scent that he picked up in the hallway. Mark blinked his unseeing eyes repeatedly, fighting back the crushing urge to cry that bubbled up from deep within his stomach as he trudged off to class with the help of his brother. He scrubbed at his eyes as he sat down on a couch in a class that was meant for dark angels, the room smelled of baby formula, was full of different noises, and was cluttered with soft toys that caught his feet as he picked his way gingerly towards a clean seat. The teacher bustled around, caring for the other students who were in there with Mark, soothing them, and trying to keep them from hurting themselves, she would occasionally pat Mark's shoulder and make sure that he was okay before having to go and help another kid. 

With a deep sigh, Mark brushed whatever was on the couch with him before laying down on the plush cushions, closing his blind eyes and trying to doze the day away. After about an hour, he jolted awake at the sound of a slamming door and someone's panicked huffs.