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What was weong with him? He wondered this as he walked the road to where he thought one person might be able to help him. Or would she? The last time they'd met, he'd threatrened to beat her up, except a large scary looking guy who smelt like he worked construction had told him not to do so in no uncertain tones. Except...well, he'd been living a lie for years. It hadn't been her who had been demonically possessed at all. It was him. Donny MacLay fell to his knees, and let out a despairing anguished scream. Mixed in it were undertones of regret, self-loathing and aggression being held in, only just. At length, he saw a bar. Rainbow Zone. He lurched toward it.
It was retro night at Sunnydale's lesbian and gay bar. Given the advance of her pregnancy, Tara was sitting this one out. Dawn was agape at the surrounding hot looking guys, but realised that apart from the odd bisexual, they weren't on offer. Willow, Lindsey and Buffy were dancing together, with Lindsey shirtless, which was drawing some wolfwhistles from appreciative onlookers at the bar- although some of the women were equally appreciative of Buffy, it had to be said. Doug and Oz were dancing together in another corner of the bar dancefloor and Doug was giving it his all. Oz reflected on the strangeness of this, particularly given his partner's professed horror at song and dance routines. Mmmm, Dougiesweat, though. He felt safe in his lover's arms.
They were all unprepared for what happened next, as the figure lurched through the door and the music abruptly cut off. His eyes were crimson and her had a sadistic smile on his face. The Communards soundtrack jumped tracks as only Willow, Doug, Buffy and Lindsey were left on the dancefloor as everyone else fled out the open doors. Tara gasped:
"Donny?"
"Tara? Yeah, it is your brother. I thought you and your family had mutually disowned one another, though?" Willow was confused, but also determined to protect her girlfriend. Oz had slipped behind one of the large soundspeakers to disrobe and wolfside undercover, and Ozwolf emerged, snarling and angry at the perceived threat to his friend.
"Not only that, violence was threatened last time. Well, I think we're ready."
"No, stop. Donny, what is it? Why are you here?"
"Tara, help me. I can't control it, I...you're dead, witch, you and this weakling's puny sibling."
"Shit. So he's possessed?" Lindsey said as he retrieved his broadsword.
"Whoever and whatever that is, he isn't coming anywhere near Tara or Dawn..." Willow snarled, as Doug and Ozwolf also stepped forward.
"Hypocrite. Tara's family were right after all. There was a demon in her family. Only it was the wrong MacLay." Buffy said in disdain.
"All, right.yes. I am possessed. It kicked it on my nineteenth birthday and it hasn't left me alone since then." Donny confessed.
"Uh, I think we need to take this outside. The bar management will not be happy if we break up their furniture and fittings." Doug said, as Donny obliged.
Once outside, Buffy and Lindsey stood in a defensive posture in front of Tara and Dawn while Doug subjected Donny to a voluntary telepathic probe. He looked up:
"Look, you don't have to tell them if you don't want to. I'm cool with that. I won't tell any of them if you don't want to."
"No,. no. It's fine. Tara? This thing kicked in the first time I had sex. Gay sex."
Tara knelt by her brother: "But how, Donny?"
"Pa made us intone some sort of ritual chant to keep Tara from tracking us down and killing us. It went wrong. It activated the latent demon inside me instead."
"And?"
"What I am is perverted and wrong."
Doug shook his head: "No, that's the demon talking. You'll be okay if there's an exorcism 'cast in your direction."
"Don't you understand? It wouldn't have been able to enter me if it wasn't for my lust for other men.""
"It wants you to think that, Don. mate. It wants you to think that so that you'll despair of ever being able to expell it." Doug joined Tara.
"I'm holding it in. Just. But being near or around men I'm attracted to brings me near breaking point." Donny sobbed.
"Tara, do you want to do this?" Willow asked.
"When all's said and done, he's my flesh and blood." Tara replied.
"We may have a problem" Doug indicated.
[Namely this. The poor bloke thinks the possession's linked to him being gay. It isn't. It's a nineteen year cycling demonic possession spell linked to his lineage, not the fact that he's a gay man]
[He's been pumped full of fundamentalist Christian venom about homosexuality, though. It'll make it difficult to remove it.]
[Please. We have to try. For Donny's sake.]
[Any idea which category of demon it is, Tara?]
[A gommorhene. They delight in tormenting and wrecking lesbian and gay lives. It's been feeding him with unconsciousness messages that being gay is solely responsible for his possession]
[But until we undo that psychological barrier, casting out the gommorhene will kill Donny as well.]
"Can I help?" A lanky figure said as it stepped near them. Doug and Oz raised an eyebrow:
"Uh, getting distinctly weird vibes from you, mate. Explain yourself."
"I'm Cavill. I'm what you'd call a homoncubus."
"So, what? Is that a kind of gay succubus or incubus?" Buffy asked.
"Yes. Succubi and incubi aren't solely heterosexual in their inclination or partners. Lesbicubii and homoncubii also exist. And no, I'm not bound to Asmodeus if that's what the witches here are thinking."
Doug nodded: "Yeah, that sigil tattoo on your arm is Aphrodite Urania, not the thirty second rung of the satanic hierarchy. Okay. What do you need to do?"
"No. No, keep him away from me. I'll kill him. It won't be deliberately, but I'll still do it. Speak for yourself, weakling. I'll enjoy gutting this eudaemon most of all."
Cavill shook his head: "No, you won't. You're trying to psych Donald MacLay here into thinking that gay sex is demonic so you can keep a stranglehold on his personality and mind. I won't let you. This isn't about men loving men or women loving women. It's about a predatory creature who won't relinquish control over someone he's victimising. Uh, can you folks find us a hotel room?"
An hour later, Donny was sobbing in Cavill's arms:
"I can't go through with this. I'll kill you. It wants me to kill you."
"So we call its bluff. I know you want me. I can feel it. Kiss me, Donny. Hold me. Let's make love to each other."
Tentatively, trembling, Donny undid a single button on Cavill's shirt. Then, hesitating, be began to undo the others as Cavill kissed him.
Cavill hefted Donny's t-shirt above his head:
"Donny. It's okay."
"Hold me, Cav. I want you." Inside Donny, the kakodemon screamed its hatred of what was happening as it felt its control over Donald MacLay begin to develop hairline cracks, then ever increasing fractures, as it tried to reassert its dominance over its victim. To its astonishment and growing horror, it was flung back into neuronic space and potentiality as it felt and saw itself increasingly confined. For the first time in months, Donald MacLay was letting another man touch him and love him and it was like pouring acid onto the spirit within him. As the outside lovemaking continued, the Gommorhene concentrated its efforts onto Donny's arms as it tried to manipulate him and command him to stab the interfering eudaemon above him in the material world. But then, to its terror, Donny retook control of his body and his hand fell aside as its fingers dropped the knife to the floor. As the Gomorrhene imploded on itself and emitted a mournful wail, Donny let out a cry of pleasure and joy, for more than one reason. After several months of paranormal threat, humiliation and usurpation, he was finally free. For the first time in months, he slept alongside Cavill as a freed man.
EPILOGUE:
"Donny, are you sure about this?" Tara asked as the MacLay siblings met outside the Sunnydale Greyhound Bus Terminal:
"Never surer, sister. Thanks for everything. Thank you for helping to free my mind as well as my soul from that thing."
:"You were the one who did that really, Donny."
"If it hadn't been for your example, Tara, I wouldn't have had the courage to break its hold over me. I might have killed myself or let it hijack me and kill others. And damn our family for what it made both of us go through."
"At least both of us are free now. I almost wish you'd stay."
"Cavill told me he saw bad things coming your way. He wanted me out of it. You'll be okay, but some of the others...anyhow, have a long and happy life. And tell me when you're ready to drop with the baby."
Tara laughed: "I'll be sure to. Donny, I'm glad it worked out for you too. Keep in touch."
As they kissed goodbye, Willow rejoined her partner:
"Romantic. I love happy endings."
"I need to sit down, Willow. Alexandra's being very active at the moment."
"Come on, then. Let's join the others."
THE END
It was retro night at Sunnydale's lesbian and gay bar. Given the advance of her pregnancy, Tara was sitting this one out. Dawn was agape at the surrounding hot looking guys, but realised that apart from the odd bisexual, they weren't on offer. Willow, Lindsey and Buffy were dancing together, with Lindsey shirtless, which was drawing some wolfwhistles from appreciative onlookers at the bar- although some of the women were equally appreciative of Buffy, it had to be said. Doug and Oz were dancing together in another corner of the bar dancefloor and Doug was giving it his all. Oz reflected on the strangeness of this, particularly given his partner's professed horror at song and dance routines. Mmmm, Dougiesweat, though. He felt safe in his lover's arms.
They were all unprepared for what happened next, as the figure lurched through the door and the music abruptly cut off. His eyes were crimson and her had a sadistic smile on his face. The Communards soundtrack jumped tracks as only Willow, Doug, Buffy and Lindsey were left on the dancefloor as everyone else fled out the open doors. Tara gasped:
"Donny?"
"Tara? Yeah, it is your brother. I thought you and your family had mutually disowned one another, though?" Willow was confused, but also determined to protect her girlfriend. Oz had slipped behind one of the large soundspeakers to disrobe and wolfside undercover, and Ozwolf emerged, snarling and angry at the perceived threat to his friend.
"Not only that, violence was threatened last time. Well, I think we're ready."
"No, stop. Donny, what is it? Why are you here?"
"Tara, help me. I can't control it, I...you're dead, witch, you and this weakling's puny sibling."
"Shit. So he's possessed?" Lindsey said as he retrieved his broadsword.
"Whoever and whatever that is, he isn't coming anywhere near Tara or Dawn..." Willow snarled, as Doug and Ozwolf also stepped forward.
"Hypocrite. Tara's family were right after all. There was a demon in her family. Only it was the wrong MacLay." Buffy said in disdain.
"All, right.yes. I am possessed. It kicked it on my nineteenth birthday and it hasn't left me alone since then." Donny confessed.
"Uh, I think we need to take this outside. The bar management will not be happy if we break up their furniture and fittings." Doug said, as Donny obliged.
Once outside, Buffy and Lindsey stood in a defensive posture in front of Tara and Dawn while Doug subjected Donny to a voluntary telepathic probe. He looked up:
"Look, you don't have to tell them if you don't want to. I'm cool with that. I won't tell any of them if you don't want to."
"No,. no. It's fine. Tara? This thing kicked in the first time I had sex. Gay sex."
Tara knelt by her brother: "But how, Donny?"
"Pa made us intone some sort of ritual chant to keep Tara from tracking us down and killing us. It went wrong. It activated the latent demon inside me instead."
"And?"
"What I am is perverted and wrong."
Doug shook his head: "No, that's the demon talking. You'll be okay if there's an exorcism 'cast in your direction."
"Don't you understand? It wouldn't have been able to enter me if it wasn't for my lust for other men.""
"It wants you to think that, Don. mate. It wants you to think that so that you'll despair of ever being able to expell it." Doug joined Tara.
"I'm holding it in. Just. But being near or around men I'm attracted to brings me near breaking point." Donny sobbed.
"Tara, do you want to do this?" Willow asked.
"When all's said and done, he's my flesh and blood." Tara replied.
"We may have a problem" Doug indicated.
[Namely this. The poor bloke thinks the possession's linked to him being gay. It isn't. It's a nineteen year cycling demonic possession spell linked to his lineage, not the fact that he's a gay man]
[He's been pumped full of fundamentalist Christian venom about homosexuality, though. It'll make it difficult to remove it.]
[Please. We have to try. For Donny's sake.]
[Any idea which category of demon it is, Tara?]
[A gommorhene. They delight in tormenting and wrecking lesbian and gay lives. It's been feeding him with unconsciousness messages that being gay is solely responsible for his possession]
[But until we undo that psychological barrier, casting out the gommorhene will kill Donny as well.]
"Can I help?" A lanky figure said as it stepped near them. Doug and Oz raised an eyebrow:
"Uh, getting distinctly weird vibes from you, mate. Explain yourself."
"I'm Cavill. I'm what you'd call a homoncubus."
"So, what? Is that a kind of gay succubus or incubus?" Buffy asked.
"Yes. Succubi and incubi aren't solely heterosexual in their inclination or partners. Lesbicubii and homoncubii also exist. And no, I'm not bound to Asmodeus if that's what the witches here are thinking."
Doug nodded: "Yeah, that sigil tattoo on your arm is Aphrodite Urania, not the thirty second rung of the satanic hierarchy. Okay. What do you need to do?"
"No. No, keep him away from me. I'll kill him. It won't be deliberately, but I'll still do it. Speak for yourself, weakling. I'll enjoy gutting this eudaemon most of all."
Cavill shook his head: "No, you won't. You're trying to psych Donald MacLay here into thinking that gay sex is demonic so you can keep a stranglehold on his personality and mind. I won't let you. This isn't about men loving men or women loving women. It's about a predatory creature who won't relinquish control over someone he's victimising. Uh, can you folks find us a hotel room?"
An hour later, Donny was sobbing in Cavill's arms:
"I can't go through with this. I'll kill you. It wants me to kill you."
"So we call its bluff. I know you want me. I can feel it. Kiss me, Donny. Hold me. Let's make love to each other."
Tentatively, trembling, Donny undid a single button on Cavill's shirt. Then, hesitating, be began to undo the others as Cavill kissed him.
Cavill hefted Donny's t-shirt above his head:
"Donny. It's okay."
"Hold me, Cav. I want you." Inside Donny, the kakodemon screamed its hatred of what was happening as it felt its control over Donald MacLay begin to develop hairline cracks, then ever increasing fractures, as it tried to reassert its dominance over its victim. To its astonishment and growing horror, it was flung back into neuronic space and potentiality as it felt and saw itself increasingly confined. For the first time in months, Donald MacLay was letting another man touch him and love him and it was like pouring acid onto the spirit within him. As the outside lovemaking continued, the Gommorhene concentrated its efforts onto Donny's arms as it tried to manipulate him and command him to stab the interfering eudaemon above him in the material world. But then, to its terror, Donny retook control of his body and his hand fell aside as its fingers dropped the knife to the floor. As the Gomorrhene imploded on itself and emitted a mournful wail, Donny let out a cry of pleasure and joy, for more than one reason. After several months of paranormal threat, humiliation and usurpation, he was finally free. For the first time in months, he slept alongside Cavill as a freed man.
EPILOGUE:
"Donny, are you sure about this?" Tara asked as the MacLay siblings met outside the Sunnydale Greyhound Bus Terminal:
"Never surer, sister. Thanks for everything. Thank you for helping to free my mind as well as my soul from that thing."
:"You were the one who did that really, Donny."
"If it hadn't been for your example, Tara, I wouldn't have had the courage to break its hold over me. I might have killed myself or let it hijack me and kill others. And damn our family for what it made both of us go through."
"At least both of us are free now. I almost wish you'd stay."
"Cavill told me he saw bad things coming your way. He wanted me out of it. You'll be okay, but some of the others...anyhow, have a long and happy life. And tell me when you're ready to drop with the baby."
Tara laughed: "I'll be sure to. Donny, I'm glad it worked out for you too. Keep in touch."
As they kissed goodbye, Willow rejoined her partner:
"Romantic. I love happy endings."
"I need to sit down, Willow. Alexandra's being very active at the moment."
"Come on, then. Let's join the others."
THE END