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  The Weathers are a non-human race of magicians that can control parts of the atmosphere with their own will. The Amenos race is a race that roughly translates to "Defiled/Blemished Ones". He is also called an "incubus" because his powers are related to sexual pleasures and arousals.

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The Weather only saw the raven-haired Incubus cuddling next to him under the soft white blankets. He knew that the act of sleeping with a prostitute, specifically one originating from a defiling race was a great offense to his entire race. It wasn't just a taboo or an outlawed custom, sleeping with a prostitute, male or female, or of another gender was an immoral and shameless act.

But there was a deal, and it wasn't just only humans who would determine themselves to get their hands dirty to get what they wanted. That was the primal instinct of every sapient race and organism, one that was egocentric and only benefited themselves by either helping others, whether such actions were good or evil. Jason wanted to hide evidence of bloodshed he had caused, to silence the screaming blood of the dead. And the Incubus simply wanted to have a boy sleeping next to him.

The Devil, the petite Incubus who was fully naked (and was luckily covered), was sounding in deep sleep. Jason took a good look at him and stared deeply into his face, close enough that their two lips were about to kiss. He felt the warm breath the Incubus inhaled and exhaled, the Weather founded delight of the soft, cute noise he made each time. Putting his ears at his chest, a muffled ba-dump echoed in the Weather's ears. The Weather realized doing this was very lewd and pervy, and the Incubus would've not been happy after knowing what he had done.

Then were these actions done by lust? Or was it love? No, there were no romantic intentions, the two of them were only in a bed together because of contractual love, not covenantal love. The two were nothing but strangers. Two strangers who desperately needed each other out of need, whether it was just for sexual pleasure or cleaning and fabricating evidence of a felony. So why did he feel guilty about leaving this place, knowing that he screwed up his life more and would continue screwing others?

Jason stared at the Benyamin name tag fallen across the room, as he once looked back at the cute boy. With the ruby eyes that stared at him with care and love (no, it was lust), Jason knew that he would never see anyone that would stare at him again with such eyes. Jason didn't know whether Benyamin had loved him at that moment and still way, but he savored that moment. But apprehension knew-- emotions would change, and the same passion and love from last night will never spark from him or himself again.

So he decided. Jason stood and wrote a note on the table in the room, and a little farewell gift to the adorable Incubus. It was all for the best, so everyone would forget-- and it was a win-win deal that he and Benyamin wanted.

But as Jason walked outside the house, and into the mundane, dusty world, he paused for thought: Was that the best choice, to abandon the boy who loved him?