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He looked at her, this thing in Bobby's body, his head tilted to one side. �I feasted on your pleasure - you cannot tell me that you did not enjoy what I did to you. You cannot tell me that you would have sought the pleasure of this body on your own. You owe much to me, and this is how you repay?�

Alex swallowed hard. The incubus hissed again, using Bobby�s body to slink toward her on all fours.

�What you did to me,� Alex said, fighting the urge to back away as it drew closer, �was criminal. It was debasing, humiliating, perverse and unwelcome. My body�s physical reaction was beyond my control - you should know that; you were the one controlling me.� The incubus hesitated, shifting its weight from side to side, swaying like a cobra.

�Yet you returned, you sought me out a second time, so eager you did not even wait for my hunger to rise.�

�Ha,� Alex laughed. �Don�t flatter yourself. I came back so quickly to avoid you, to shut you down before you had the chance to cause trouble. The thought of touching you again, of letting you touch me, makes me sick.� She hoped to God that Bobby wasn�t in there listening, hearing her say those things to him. �I owe you nothing, except a swift kick in the ass if you don�t get out of my partner right now.� It slunk backward, green glowing eyes darting around the circle until they fell on Olivia.

�I know you,� it hissed, raising Bobby�s nose into the air and scenting the wind like a wolf. �Our time was brief, interrupted.� It shot a withering look at Alex, then turned back to Olivia. �Stop this, and I will make you scream with pleasure and leave you weak and aching in all the right places. Just ask her,� it said with a sinful smile, nodding at Alex.

�Bobby did that, not you,� Alex informed it, and everyone else. �I�ve faked better orgasms than the one you forced out of me.�

�She is jealous that I would share myself with another,� it said, starting toward Olivia. �Is that not reason enough to accept, to discover the pleasure she tries to keep for herself?�

�I wouldn�t touch you if you were the last thing on Earth,� Olivia said.

�In another form, perhaps? This body has its ... merits, but I could be persuaded to take another - one that would otherwise turn you away.� Those green eyes flickered in Elliot�s direction. Olivia stiffened, her lips pressed into a thin line.

�There are more important things than lust,� she said. Alex saw her grip Elliot's hand more tightly. The incubus scuttled sideways, took one look at Elliot's scowling face and backed up again, then caught sight of Edward.

"You," it hissed, "you were a surprise." Edward's Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he tried to swallow, his eyes widening as the incubus crept toward him. "How long has it been since you allowed yourself the pleasure of another? You are a starved man, ready to take whatever is offered. There is no shame in pleasure."

"Maybe, but there's no pride in it, either." Edward squared his shoulders and stared down the incubus, forcing those eerie green eyes to turn elsewhere. It eased toward Bishop, its lips curved into a twisted parody of Bobby's shy smile. Alex had to look away, bile rising in the back of her throat, but she couldn't keep her eyes averted for long.

"You have not had the ... pleasure of my acquaintance, but that is easily fixed." It scented the air again. "You smell of honey and cream: warm, sweet, sticky, rich and smooth. Let me taste you."

"You are a formless, parasitic construct of vengeful, amateurish magick," Bishop said. "You talk big, but no one else has been swayed by your pitiful seduction. Why would I?"

"They are fools," the incubus hissed, "blinded by shame and disgust, but you -" It crept closer. "- you know no shame, you are more like me than them, a creation of vengeance, of magick. Let me touch you and you will see, my talk is not all that is big." Bishop tilted her chin up slightly, looking down her narrow nose at it.

"One kiss," she said, drawing a startled gasp from several members of the circle, Alex included. "No tricks and you keep your hands to yourself."

"I need no tricks," the incubus replied, rising to Bobby's full height and stepping toward her, "nor hands, to pleasure you. One kiss, and you will beg for my touch."

"Don't you dare," Alex growled between her teeth, her narrowed eyes fixed, not on the incubus, but on Bishop. "I don't know what your game is, but I won't let you take advantage of him."

"Oh, shut up, Alex," Bishop said, rolling her eyes. "I think I've been a pretty good sport about all this. I haven't asked for anything, but I'm asking for this. One kiss is not too much to expect. Besides, what are you going to do about it, kill us all out of jealousy?"

"I'm not jealous," Alex replied, choosing her tone carefully, "I'm protective." Bishop smirked at her.

"Well, don't worry, I'm not going to hurt him."

"But what are you going to do to us?" Olivia asked quietly. "If you forget yourself, if you let go - "

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing," Bishop replied. Alex clenched her teeth as Bishop turned her face up to receive the incubus's kiss. What the hell was she trying to prove, the stupid little bitch? She was going to get them all killed. The incubus's lips - Bobby's lips - latched onto hers. Bishop closed her eyes and kissed back, their mouths working, trying to devour each other - Alex thought she was going to be sick.

On either side of Bishop, Fin and Edward made strangled, gasping sounds, their faces flushed, eyes wide but unseeing.

"No," Edward moaned, his voice barely a whisper, "please." Fin cried out, a deep, almost panicked sound. Alex glanced at Munch, but he was watching his partner, a questioning frown on his brow. His eyebrows shot up as some revelation came to him, but before he could share it, he too gasped and faded from reality. Alex's stomach clenched as Logan did the same, his hand tightening on hers.

"Don't - panic," Munch gasped. "Don't - fight -" Logan groaned, a rumble in his chest, his hand shaking in hers. Whatever was happening, it was moving around the circle in both directions - and she was next, along with Novak. The same thought seemed to occur to the ADA, who stared across the circle at Alex with nothing short of terror in her eyes. For a second, Alex thought she was going to bolt, break the circle and render them into so much pixie dust, but she stood her ground, though a single tear cut its way down her cheek. Alex didn't blame her one bit.

Novak gasped, and then Alex felt the familiar brush of the incubus's power - warm, musky, heavy - sweeping through her. She found herself in a crush of bodies, naked flesh slick with sweat, hands touching, fingers searching, a world of moans and cries and lust. Logan and Edward were beneath her, the three of them lying in a tangle of limbs, their hands moving over her skin, worshipping her, leaving her breathless and light-headed. She tried to push them away and almost succeeded, which turned out to be worse than doing nothing. She ended up running her fingers through the line of dark hair gracing Logan's stomach, following it somewhere she really didn't want to go.

Her eyes darted around the room, trying to pick out something, anything familiar, anything to tie her back into reality, but the room was dark, lit by a lurid red glow that seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere. Where they were wasn't big, but neither did it seem to have walls, ceiling or floor. She could hardly tell which way was up, or if there even was an 'up'. On the other side of Logan, close enough to touch, lay Novak, with Fin spooned up behind her, the entire length of their bodies touching as his arms encircled her. Novak made a high, whimpering sound, her head thrown back and eyes closed as she arched her body against Munch's exploring fingers. Munch lay draped across the two of them, his other hand entwined in his partner's hair as he bit and sucked at Fin�s neck.

Alex cried out as a wave of pleasure ripped through her body, drawing her attention back to the men beneath her. Edward had bent his head to her breast, drawing the soft flesh into his mouth, teasing her with his tongue.

Suddenly, the room flipped, inverted, something, and Alex found herself on her back, with Logan and Edward above her. Something warm and dark moved across her stomach. A hand, a black hand with a simple gold band on one finger. She glanced over at Carver, his dark eyes bright with fear and lust.

"Where - did you - come from?" she gasped.

"What's hap - happening?" he asked, trying to fight against his body and losing. He insinuated himself into Novak's arms, facing her, his hands sliding over her body. He was so dark and she so pale, like ebony and ivory, it was exotic, beautiful. Novak cried out again, but not with pleasure. Alex could feel it, too, the overwhelming haze of lust was fading, the fear rising up through her. She screamed when someone pressed against her back, arms snaking around her waist.

"This is some kind of shared hallucination," Dr. Huang said, his voice muffled as he pressed his face into her hair. "This can't really be happening." He sounded desperate for that to be true.

"It's not happening," Munch said, "it's not real. Just relax, don't fight it. The more you fight, the more power focuses on you. Stop resisting and - and it won't be as bad." Alex glanced over at him, now lying behind Fin, eyes closed and cheek resting against the younger man's shoulder. His hands still played over Fin's hips, reaching across him to stoke Novak, but much of the frantic groping had stopped. Alex swallowed the acidic taste creeping up the back of her throat and took a deep breath, resigned to let her hands wander where they would.

The desire eased, the need to touch slipping away, not gone, but she was certain could stop it if she just tried a little harder. Her hands slipped between her body and Edward's, bringing a strangled cry from him. She choked back a sob and did the one thing she swore she would never do, for any reason; she surrendered.

It was like the eye of a storm, eerily silent, still, with the raging desire roaring all around, but only the briefest touches dancing across her skin.

"He's right," she whispered, to no one in particular. "Give up and it stops. Almost." Like leaves settling, they went still, lying against, under and on top of each other, only their chests laboring for breath and the occasional soft caress of a hand breaking the calm.

"Why is this happening, John?" Novak asked, her voice shaking.

"Bishop did this," Alex said bitterly. Logan's hands continued to tease her flesh; he either didn't know the meaning of surrender, or he was the only one of them having a good time. From the look on his face, he was enjoying it less than she was.

"Yes, it was Bishop," Munch agreed. "She's a very smart girl, smarter than me. If I had figured out what she was doing sooner, I might have been able to prepare you all."

"And what did she do that was so smart?" Logan asked, his hands finally falling away from her. "Besides manage to avoid this little party."

"Yeah, where is she?" Alex asked.

"Magick cannot be worked against her, remember?" Munch said. "She knew what she was doing. The incubus failed to realize that, with us holding hands, it's power would be drawn through all of us. It grows weaker with every person affected. When the power reaches Liv and the circle is complete, it will be too weak to fight anymore." He took a shuddering breath and tried to move closer to Fin, except there was nowhere to go.

"Easy, old man," Fin said, glancing over his shoulder at Munch. "Even Edward wasn't this frisky." Alex shot a startled glance at Edward, who averted his eyes, his face darkening with shame.

"We were the only two in here at first," he said. "It was so ... strong, I -"

"I know, Edward," Alex said, resting her forehead against his, "believe me, I know." A single tear slipped down his cheek.

"I was so glad when you showed up, Eames, so relieved. I'm sorry."

"It's okay," she told him, wishing she reach up and dry the tear from his face, but she didn't trust her body to do what she wanted. Biting back the angry growl rising in her throat, she glanced around. "Where are the others?" she demanded. "Elliot and - and Deakins should be here by now." She had forgotten that the Captain would be joining them.

"The incubus is weakening," Munch said. "It will take a while to effect those two, but Liv shouldn't take as long; it'll attack her from both sides."

�We don�t have this kind of time to waste,� Alex said. �The sun was starting to rise already.�

�It�s going to be close,� Munch said, �but draining the incubus�s power this way should be faster than wearing it down with spells." He suddenly buried his face in Fin's neck, his pale, thin hand slipping between Fin and Novak.

"Damn, John," Fin said, a deep, rosy flush creeping up his neck as his dark eyes darted around uncomfortably. "There somethin' you want to tell me?"

"I wouldn't read too much into this. Maybe if you weren't Bogarting Casey -"

"Excuse me?" Novak said, sounding affronted. Munch gave a caustic laugh.

"Look around, Casey, ass like yours is a hot commodity right now." Alex gasped as the power raked across her skin again, forcing her back against Huang.

"What's going on?" she asked as three pairs of hands ran across her fevered skin. "We weren't fighting."

"No," Munch said, the word drawn out in a low moan, "but they are." Before Alex could ask who, the world inverted again, leaving Alex pressed between Munch, Fin, Edward, Carver and Elliot. She could see Novak wrapped around Carver, with Deakins and Huang clinging to her. They writhed against each other for a moment, then the weight lifted, leaving them breathless and shaking.

"What -the Hell -?" Elliot gasped, his arms sliding around Alex's hips and pulling her toward him as he fought against the power.

"Elliot," Alex said, as calmly as she could manage, "you have to relax. The more you fight, the worse it gets." His face was a mask of confusion as his eyes swept over the mass of naked flesh pressing against him. He wasn't listening. Disregarding what might happen, she grabbed a handful of Elliot's hair and turned him to face her. "Do you hear me? Just relax, okay?" There was a moment where she wasn't sure if she got through or not, then he nodded and swallowed hard. She let go, surprised, but very glad that her body had decided to obey.

"What is going on?" Elliot said, each word slow and deliberate. While Munch explained it, Alex allowed herself to relax against the bodies around her. It wouldn't be long now. Only Olivia was left, and then they would finish this, once and for all. She reached up to brush the hair out of her eyes, but Edward caught her hand in his own. Concerned, she turned toward him, only to have his other hand reach up and caress her cheek, his lips sliding across hers in a gentle, chaste kiss. She let him, but felt no compulsion to participate. The incubus was definitely weakening.

Actually, now that she thought about it, she couldn�t remember ever being compelled to kiss. Or lick, suck, nuzzle, nibble or bite, for that matter. The first time she and Bobby had sated the curse, it was traumatic, insatiable, overwhelming, but they hadn�t been forced to kiss. In the break room, when they finally did kiss, her part in that had been all her idea, no matter what she had told him later. She had the feeling that his was a similar story. So, if the curse couldn�t make you kiss, what was Edward up to? He pulled back, refusing to meet her eyes.

"Sorry, Eames," he said quietly. "That was all my doing. I know you and Goren are ... well, it's pretty obvious how you two feel about each other, but I just ... if this isn't real, then it's the only time I'm going to get to do that."

"Edward, I -" She didn't know what to say. "- I think you can call me Alex." His lips quirked in a lopsided smile, but he kept his eyes down. She watched him, slowly, lazily musing in her head. So, Edward had a thing for her. She should have seen as much - the signs were all there, but she�d been a little distracted lately. If she hadn�t been so worried about Bobby, she�d have seen the protectiveness, the jealousy, the self-sacrifice. Her face softened as she remembered his aversion toward magick - this must be Hell for him. �I�m sorry I dragged you into this,� she said, finally making him look at her. �You wouldn�t be here if it wasn�t for me.�

�You got that right,� he said with a soft chuckle, �but if it wasn�t for you, I wouldn't be here, either.� He moved closer, but there was nothing untoward about it, even though they were both naked. His presence, his touch, was strangely comforting. She leaned her head against his shoulder and let him wrap his arms around her.

�Edward, I -�

�I know, you love Goren. I�m not going to try and change that - I know I can�t, but if he ever hurts you, ever forgets that you are more precious than life, I will be there in a second, and you can tell him that.� Alex tilted her head upward, catching a hard glint in his dark blue eyes.

�You and Bobby have been at odds since you transferred in,� she said. �I remember you taking a swing at him in the lobby in the first week. What did he do to make you dislike him so?�

�That morning, or in general?� Edward responded, glancing down at her, then resting his cheek on her head. He wasn�t as tall as Bobby, nor as big, but he still made her feel small, though not in any way that she resented. She was small, and she could be small, and he would take care of her. Sometimes, that was a good feeling.

�Both. Start with that morning.� He took a long breath and let it out slowly.

�Well, I was waiting for the elevator - might have reading the paper, I don�t remember, when he sneaks up behind me like he does and asks why a handsome guy like me was still single. At first, I thought he was coming on to me, or something, but then he continues, asking I left a trail of broken hearts wherever I went, if I had my sights set on anyone here yet, and the whole time he�s pacing around me, doing that bendy Gumby thing he does.� Alex smirked. She�d never heard it described quite like that before. �People are starting to stare. The elevator arrives, I start to get on, but he gets in front of me, right in my face, so I - I took a swing.�

�So, that was it, he just irritated you?� Just nothing, Alex thought to herself. Bobby had a gift for irritating people. There were some days when she was tempted to take a swing. Edward shook his head.

�I left Oregon because the woman I had known since high school, had been seeing for five years, and had been engaged to for two, decided she didn�t really want to get married, and then I discovered that she had been cheating on me with our upstairs neighbor - our female neighbor - for a year.�

�Ouch,� Alex said.

�Yeah, so I really didn�t appreciate his comments. In general, I don�t like him because he reminds me of all those guys in high school that made my life Hell for four years. Strong, smart, charming, but a bully underneath. I�ve watched him interrogate suspects, and sure, it works on the guilty ones, but what about the others, the ones that didn�t do anything? You can�t tell me he never turns that weapon on an innocent person, flays them to within an inch of their sanity, drags out every skeleton, every mistake, every raw, open wound they�ve tried to put behind them?"

"Yeah, sometimes we make mistakes," Alex said, reminding him that Bobby wasn't doing it alone, "everyone does. And you're right, he can get carried away if I forget to rein him in, but he is effective."

"I'm not arguing that, I just don't like his methods. He -" Edward stopped, and she was suddenly very aware of how much their bodies were touching. She felt that heavy caress against her skin again, that touch that no mortal could duplicate.

"What is that?� Elliot asked, his voice strained as he instinctively fought against the power, his hands creeping up her thigh.

�Olivia is coming,� Alex said, absently swatting at his hands, like you would an insect. �Relax. She�s going to need you to be strong when she get here.�

�What are you talking about?� Elliot said, his body growing still and then drawing away from hers. �This is Olivia - she�s a detective, not a China doll.� His flippant tone was betrayed by the worry in his eyes.

�She�s also carrying around some significant demons,� Alex replied. �She has a personal investment in the SVU - sexual assault, rape victims - she was, or it was someone close to her.� Elliot frowned.

�Her mother. She was the result.� Well, Alex hadn�t quite gotten that far. �How did you -�

�I didn�t get my badge out of a Cracker Jack box, detective,� she said, wrapping her arms tighter around Edward as the room turned inside out once again. There was that moment of chaos, all of them sliding, writhing like a ball of snakes, bodies of black, white, bronze, cream, and cocoa gliding like silk around her. She wasn�t sure who she was touching, or who was touching her, but by then, she didn�t really care. This orgy had taken on all the heat of a sexual harassment seminar. She glanced around, searching for Olivia, and found her struggling between Munch and Elliot, her face twisted in horror, trapped in a living nightmare.

�Take it easy, Liv,� Munch was saying, his hands taking her hips, his chin resting on her shoulder as he moved behind her. She and Elliot were face to face, their bodies touching from chest to knee. She stared up at him, fighting to get away, but the harder she fought, the closer the power forced them. Alex could feel the incubus starting to exert itself over her again and she sagged against Edward, finding a haven in his arms.

"You gotta calm down, girl," Fin said, his voice strained as Olivia�s fear drew him like a moth to a flame.

�Don�t - don�t touch me,� Olivia gasped, desperation screaming through every flailing movement she tried to make. Alex had once seen a young deer tangled in barbed wire while visiting her cousin�s farm as a teenager. The terrified creature had been near death, cut to the bone by the barbs and half strangled, but it still kicked and struggled, drawing those loops of wire tighter and tighter, not understanding that it was killing itself trying to get free. This was just as hard to watch. Her uncle had put a bullet in the deer�s head. Alex didn�t have that option.

�Why are we still here?� Alex demanded of Munch, her anger rising. �Why doesn�t Bishop end this?�

�She can�t, not with Olivia like she is,� he said. His face was half hidden in Olivia�s hair, but Alex could see his agonized expression as his hands, his body, continued to touch his terrified friend. �If Bishop brings us back now, Liv will still be trying to escape. She�ll break the circle and kill us all.�

�Does Bishop know that?� Edward asked over Alex�s shoulder. Munch lifted his head enough to give them a somber look.

�I hope so.�
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