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The dark, gothic church in the middle of backwoods nowhere should be empty. If God had his way, it would've been.
Heat, gasped moans, the sound of skin slapping on skin, filled the echoey building. How did I get here? Dean thought to himself, a flash of thought passing him as he held onto the soft, entrancing body beneath him. It vaguely occurred to him that this was wrong. Yes, it was wrong. But fuck, did it feel so good.
The evening had started in the local dive bar. Dean sat on a worn leather stool, nursing the beer in his hand while he pretended to care about what the gorgeous woman in front of him was saying. Something about her brother, or maybe her friend? It didn't really matter either way - not that she wasn't attractive or interesting, he just wasn't.. in it tonight. Nodding, flashing that smoulder that he knew just made everyone fawn over him, they chatted a while longer. He thought about Sammy, back at the motel, probably asleep by this time. Today's hunt had been tiring, though short, and had worn them both down. Nothing especially unusual for their line of work, some simple spirit unhappy about their death, but he was tired regardless. He glanced at his watch - figuring he should probably leave soon, he gently excused himself, throwing her a wink as he walked away.
On the way to the bathrooms, he locked eyes with someone who had been staring at him for a little while before Dean had looked their way. His dark hair was long, just below his shoulders, and seemed to be shaved short on the sides. He spotted a glint of a silver earring, and a slit shaved into his eyebrow. The man wore a weathered unbuttoned shirt over some faded, vaguely nerdy t-shirt Dean felt he recognised from Sam's repertoire of outfits. The man's eyes didn't move away from his upon meeting - instead meeting his gaze with a steady, almost imperceptible muted curiosity.
He only faltered for a second; taken aback slightly by being watched and having not noticed yet. It was unlike him to be so careless. Maybe he was more tired than he realised?
Dean shrugged it off, going about his business, briefly splashing water in his face in the mirror above the sink. Moss green eyes, with dark circles starting to appear under them, stared back at him. A sigh escaped his lips as he evaluated his rugged appearance. Rest oughta fix this, he thought, somewhat dreading another night in yet another dingy motel room. It was the only 'home' he ever really knew, but it didn't mean he had to like it always. Walking back to the bar, he grabbed the beer he'd left on the countertop, going to swig the last of it down so he could leave, before he paused.
A slip of paper was revealed, having been tucked under the edge of the bottle. Warily, he picked it up, unfolding it to reveal a handwritten note: "Cornerstone Church, Lafayette, LA 70501, 12:30 AM" .
He turned the paper over in his hands gently, casting an eye across the room to see if he could spot who left it. The barman ignored him, focused on a nearby patron, and the woman he'd spoken with before was now gone. What the..? Perplexed, he just stared at the writing for a second, idly flipping the note over in his hands. A local church; he vaguely remembered seeing a sign on the way into town yesterday. Checking his watch, he noted it was currently just before midnight.
Clearly someone wanted him to go there, but why? Lowering himself back onto his barstool slowly, he flagged the man behind the bar to signal for another beer. Would it be stupid to go to this church? Who wrote this? What did they want? Questions swirled in his mind.
Curiosity got the best of him. Fuck it.
Dean pulled up outside the church, the Impala's engine slowing to a soft silence as he turned the ignition off. The quiet was calming, though somewhat eerie, and he scanned the treeline nearby for something; anything would indicate to him what was going on.
There was another vehicle parked a short distance away, slightly obscured from view by an outdoor shed of some kind. Focusing on it, he could just about make out what it was - a red Toyota Celica, with a Nevada plate.
This is stupid, Dean thought to himself. Sam would kick me if he knew I was doing this. Not only did he not know why he was here, it was risky. Maybe he was walking into a trap of some kind, hell, it could even be related to the yellow-eyed demon. He patted the firearm at his side, reassuring himself somewhat.
No matter what it was, he was prepared.
He contemplated leaving now, turning Baby around and going back to the motel. He hated to admit it, but it wasn't an option; some part of him desperately wanted to know what this was about.
Stepping out of his vehicle, carefully checking around him again, he saw nothing new. No movements in his vision, nor could he hear anything unexpected. Just the typical sounds associated with this time of night in the sticks - rustling leaves, wind, and possibly a cicada further in the distance. He approached the church with caution, placing a hand on the heavy wooden door, and hesitated for one last moment before pushing it open.
The church was dark - blinking, he could see a cluster of candles lit behind the altar and around the outskirts of the room, but otherwise the building was unlit. The moonlight passed through the stained glass windows, casting unnerving colourful shapes on the stone paved floor. Letting the door gently 'thud' closed behind him, he swept his eyes across the room in front of him; gaze eventually settling on a crouched figure in one of the front most pews.
"... Hello?" Deans harsh voice cut through the stillness. The candles flickered briefly at the disturbance in the air caused by his intrusion.
"You came." Responded the voice of the figure - a statement, not a question. Their voice was soft, yet laced with something dark underneath that made the hair at Dean's nape bristle somewhat. He paced forwards slowly down the middle aisle, his hand slowly reaching for his handgun. "I wouldn't do that, if I was you.", the stranger's voice called out again, the words felt like they were curling around Dean's hands. In an instant, the candles flickered again, and he stood still; hand stilled on the gun's grip, staring directly at the figure.
They rose now - turning as they stood, and stepping out into the main aisle to face him. "Don't you know how rude it is to point a gun at someone you've just met?" Came the chastising, and equally tantalizing voice. "In a church no less, tsk tsk." In an instant he recognised the stranger who had watched him in the bar, and felt almost stupid for not assuming it was them before.
He blamed it on his fatigue. Still eyeing them warily, he watched as the man tilted his head slightly, his long hair covering one half of his face as he stared back.
"Well? Shouldn't we do some introductions...", the stranger paused, seemingly playing with his next word in his mouth before speaking aloud, "Dean?". His eyes widened slightly before he furrowed his brows. What the fuck.. Instead of voicing his shock, Dean chose to play the role he was born for - smug and slightly overconfident jock.
"Sure thing, killer. Why don't you start, since you clearly know who I am?" He plastered a cocksure grin on his face, praying to whatever deity watching that it wasn't faltering. His grin was met by a smirk, as they offered their name in response, "I'm Elias. Pleasure to make your acquaintance." Elias proffered a bow, watching Dean carefully as he leant over.
"So shoot - why did you ask me here?" He questioned the man, a jaunty lilt to his tone. His hand was still resting on his gun, though he didn't seem to have much want to use it now. He tried not to think too hard about why that might be.
Elias' voice dripped with pleasure, eyes glinting with something unknown and foreign as they responded; "You mean you really came here without knowing?". He let out a sharp, short laugh. "Maybe you're dumber than you look - though I wasn't sure that was possible..." A brief pause filled the air, and Dean didn't moved to fill it, before they continued, "I have something to offer you, Dean."
There was only about 20 feet of ground between them, but as soon as he finished speaking Elias had begun to cross the space - suddenly against Dean, pressing his lips against the hunter's. Dean was taken off guard, roughly trying to take a step back but stopping suddenly, and his hand had instinctively gone to attack a presence moving so close to him. Elias's hand caught his arm, fingers pressing into the skin hard enough to elicit a soft groan. After a breath of hesitation, Dean kissed him back, leaning into the touch - and for a moment, they moved in tandem.
A low growl rose in the back of his throat, pushing himself back from Elias, harshly snatching his arm away. "What the fuck?!" His eyes were slightly crazed, settling into a glare at the tempting stranger. What was that? Why did I..? "What the fuck," He panted out, catching his breath, "could you possibly offer me?". He felt his cock twitch against his will, his body reacting against his will at the sudden exchange. It wasn't like he had never kissed a man before, but it certainly wasn't something he had made a habit of. His experience was more so of chaste, embarrassing moments as a teen, going into drunk young adult when Sam wasn't around. Exploration of himself, in a way.
His dad had caught him once. Only once, but that was enough for him to push it away to the depths of himself, not to be touched or brought up again. He remembered the blank look on John's face, flickering into one of rage and clear disappointment, before the mask of nothing of returned. He hadn't raised his voice, but he also hadn't spoken to Dean for a week after that little 'incident'. It was enough to send the clear message - John Winchester's son was not gay. So Dean wasn't gay; it was as simple as that. Following his father's authority came easy to him after the way he was raised, and he tried not to think to hard about what that meant about him either.
"I want to offer you an experience.." Elias' words cut through Dean's though process, interrupting his memories of his father and his teachings. ".. I want to give you the chance to see what you could have. Who you could be, if you let yourself succumb." Dean was perplexed by this statement. What I could have? Succumb to what? His brow furrowed further, deepening the glare as they stood separate to each other, and the tenseness lay in the air. This is fucked. I should leave.
"Sure, you could leave. But you won't, and we both know that." That dark, almost poisonous tone had crept back into Elias's voice again, and you could almost taste the smirk on his lips. Dean scoffed internally, he thinks he's so slick. Pausing, he was unwillingly to vocalise that Elias was correct, and marginally unnerved by the way he seemed to read his thoughts. He thought again of Baby, only a short distance away, and Sammy at the motel. There was no clock here, but it couldn't be that late yet. Sam would be asleep. No one was worrying about him, or his whereabouts. It felt easier that way; how it should be.
As though for the first time, he actually looked at the creature opposite him. A lithe frame, soft skin, and as Dean glanced at his eyes a shiver went through him.
He could've sworn he saw something dark, almost blood red flash in their eyes for a moment. But it passed, and he forced himself to ignore it.
"Succumb to what? You?" Settling instead for questioning them, he took a step closer to them. He cocked his head in a questioning stance, and raised an eyebrow towards them. "What in the hell ", his voice raised, rage creeping in, "would ever make you think that I would do such a thing?!" Pausing again, his eyes flitted up and down the other man's form again, before matching his gaze, sneering at him, "Seriously, man. What did you want from this?".
He felt, more than heard, their response in his mind as Elias surged forward again to cross the space between them. 'You' - the word burned as their lips met again, and this time Dean didn't hesitate. Pushing back against them, a hand wrapped around their waist automatically, his large palm slipping under his shirt and pressing against his skin. His hand was cool, their body warm, and he felt them gasp at the temperature shift. Taking the opportunity, he ran his tongue across their bottom lip, feeling them push closer into his own body.
Fuck, he thought to himself, as slipped his tongue into Elias' mouth. He tasted like warmth, cigarettes, and slightly of spices. Elias' tongue met his, pushing back and teasing against him. This was wrong. Sure, he knew that, on more than one level, but he wanted - no, needed this. It had been so long since he'd had some 'fun', but also he felt like something internally had called him to come here. That sense of curiosity he couldn't quash, and probably didn't want to either. Dean felt Elias' hand trail up his arm, on the outside of his leather jacket, snaking up to the back of his neck where they ran their hand through his hair. Scratching their nails gently against his nape, Dean moaned gently into their mouth at the sensation. He couldn't explain why he was doing this but he felt compelled to continue.
After a few moments, Elias pulled away and the air was full of their gentle pants for breath again. Elias trailed his hand down Dean's neck, across his shoulder, down his arm and tangled his fingers with Dean's. He gently pulled, leading him up to the front of the church, til they reached the altar. He moved around Dean, who was watching him curiously but not saying a word, and pushed on his shoulders. He unceremoniously fell to a seated position, back leaning against the stone, and stared up at the other man.
What am I doing here. Seriously, why don't I leave? He really couldn't answer himself, as Elias lowered himself down to Dean's level - carefully positioning a leg either side of Dean's thighs to straddle his lap. A hand cradled Dean's jaw, and against better judgement he closed his eyes, leaning into the gentle touch. Though not fully aware of it, Dean gave over to the enchanting nature of this man, and gave up resisting.
Elias lowered himself slightly, pushing his lips against Dean's again. The kiss started soft, two men moving as one; Elias gently tongued at Dean's lips, entering and exploring his mouth. A gentle groan escaped Dean, his head was pushed back against the altar, and Elias' hand was still pressed against - grasping at - Dean's jaw. His own hands were on Elias' hips, gripping them tightly, digging his nails into the supple skin beneath their jeans. Dean's cock twitched, again, pressing against his denim, growing and beginning to press hard into Elias' own. He pushed up against Elias' kiss, turning rough, nipping at his lips and enjoying the gentle moans that came of it.
Elias moved across Dean, starting to place kisses against his jaw, before biting down at the skin of his neck. Dean gasped, breath hitching in his throat, and he tightened his grip on the other's hips in response, roughly pulling him into his embrace further. The kisses continued, with occasional nips, down Dean's neck, to his collar bone, where he paused and latched on. Dean hissed at the sudden pressure against the soft skin there, leaning into it. When Elias pulled away, there was a deep red mark blossoming there - he gently ran a nail across the sensitive skin, watching Dean shiver under the touch before their eyes connected again.
Without uttering a word, Elias moved back to Dean's body, pressing chaste kisses over the top of his clothes as he worked his way down his torso - gently moving off of his lap, he was now kneeling in front of Dean; between his knees, with hands pressed against his thighs. The irony of the situation and the location was not lost on Dean.
"Anything to confess?" Dean quipped, flashing a smirk to them.
"Yes, my father. I must confess, I have had thoughts of an ... impure nature.." As Elias paused, his eyes flickered to Dean's crotch, where his bulge was now evident. He trailed his hand up Dean's thigh, lightly tracing a pattern with his finger almost idly, enjoying the way the hunter squirmed below him. Finally, his hand gently caressed Dean's cock through his jeans, beginning to massage him.
Dean let out of a low groan, bucking against Elias' hand, desperately trying to feel the friction between them. His eyes closed, he couldn't see Elias' face opposite him - a dangerous glint in his eyes and a smirk. "Do you want this, Dean?" His voice was teasing, obvious that he knew the response but wanted to hear it. Dean opened his eyes, meeting Elias', nodding his response. He felt vaguely aware this was still wrong, but the part of himself that knew was no longer in the forefront - pleasure, and the pursuit of it, was currently guiding his actions.
In one deft, swift movement Elias loosened Dean's belt, his cock twitching in reaction to the crisp air of the church. Dean's eyes fluttered closed, leaning his head back against the cold stone again. Some part of Elias was vaguely amused to learn that Dean had gone commando. He eyed the treat in front of him, carefully licking his lips, before descending and taking Dean into his mouth with ease.
"F-Fuck..!" Caught off guard, Dean choked out a swear, gripping his hand into the cloth that covered the altar behind him, balling the material into his fist. Elias moved his head, lower himself to get the right angle, to be able to take as much of Dean's dick as possible. He moaned gently around his member, gently using his tongue to apply pressure across him, flicking the tip as he came up for breath. One hand at his base, he watched Dean carefully, whose face displayed such pleasure, and witnessed him muttering swears under his breath between stifled moans.
They continued, Dean's hand snaking its way into Elias's hair, applying light pressure at first before increasingly it slowly - Elias couldn't tell if it was on purpose or subconsciously. His hand gripped at his hair, tugging as a response to the pleasure Elias was giving him. Elias pulled away carefully, panting, and held himself carefully at Dean's tip to speak, "Pray." It was a command, and his tone was controlled, but Dean could see a playful glint in his eyes. Dean's face flashed a quizzical look at the other man, beginning to speak before Elias cut him off - "Say the Lord's prayer, Dean."
He cleared his throat, somewhat embarrassed by the ask, though he knew the information was somewhere in his memory banks - not many useful situations for it in their line of work, admittedly. He began,
"Our father, who art in Heaven," Elias started sucking him again, and Dean could swear he was being more attentive than before. "Hallowed be thy name..." His voice trailed off, morphing into a moan, and Elias dragged his nails across Dean's chest - leaving little red marks across his skin.
Dean hissed at the sharp pain, understanding the message clearly - don't fucking stop.
He continued, focusing on the words as he tried to keep control through the overwhelming pleasure he could feel building. "And lead us not into temptation;
but deliver us from... evil." His voice wavered slightly, and he swallowed, a deep groan escaping his throat as he felt Elias use his teeth to gently scrape the top of Dean's cock as he sucked - a mean tease.
He finished the prayer as Elias pulled away, and Elias copied him in saying "Amen." They locked eyes again, and in the quiet Dean watched a trail of spit from the corner of Elias' mouth, and some part of his mind tried to question this situation again. What are we doing? He quashed the thought down without much consideration. Who cares? This felt... good. In fact, it felt better than he had in a long time.
Dean was still rock hard, cock aching now at the sudden lack of sensation around it. He eyed Elias still, trying to catch his breath. "So princess," He teased, "what now?"
A small chuckle escaped from Elias, who was still kneeling opposite him. There was something just so.. enticing about someone on their knees beneath you, he had to admit. "Whatever your heart desires, Dean", Elias bit back at him, seemingly matching his fight.
"How about .. this?" Before anything more could be said, Dean was on his feet, pulling Elias to his feet also. Roughly taking his arm, he pulled him around to the other side of the altar, and brusquely pushed him down on it - shock flashed across Elias' face, clearly not expecting the sudden show of force. Slightly winded, he gasped as he landed on the top of the stone surface. Dean's cock was still out, twitching occasionally as he stared down at the other. "What's wrong? Not quite the response you expected?". He'd had his taste of this addictive pleasure - he wanted more. A low growl rose from his throat as he pushed himself against Elias, grinding their crotches together.
Elias carefully removed his jacket and shirt, seeming to take painstaking care, almost revelling in the way Dean's eyes started to grow frenzied. Elias returned the favour, pulling Dean's shirt over his head, who dug his nails in again on their hips, pulling them chest-to-chest once their shirts were off. They kissed again, Dean's tongue pushing into the other's mouth with need, savouring the taste of himself still fresh on their lips. He moaned into the kiss, and they moved as though they had done this a million times before. Elias' hands snaked around Dean, going up his back and grabbing onto him with surprising strength. Suddenly he scratched his nails down his back, eliciting a deep groan from the hunter.
"Fuck.." Dean growled in response, now bringing a hand of his to grasp Elias' chin roughly, glaring him down. "So that's how it is, huh? Should've guessed - you don't seem like the vanilla type." He shoved Elias away, pushing him onto his back. Dean then moved his hands to his waistband, unbuckling Elias' belt and pulling his jeans and pants off unceremoniously. His desire was overwhelming him now, and he just wanted to feel him around his cock again. He leant forward, pushing their crotches together, rubbing himself against Elias. Hearing them moan under him was exhilarating, and only fuelled his actions further.
One hand was positioned on Elias' hip, and the other on his own member. He'd spat on his hand, and was rubbing himself. Elias caught his eye, and gently nodded twice - signalling he wanted to continue.
Dean didn't think twice; pushing himself forward towards Elias' hole, gently pushing his member towards his hole. There was some resistance, but he moved carefully, sub-consciously cautious about hurting the man below him. As he entered, he heard a gentle moan from Elias, and felt his back arch slightly towards him - that was all he needed to continue. The tip of his cock slowly entered him, prompting a gasp from Elias, and Dean let out a groan himself, swearing beneath his breath. "Fuck.." The heat around him felt intense, so tight around him, something he hadn't felt in so long. Pulling out he moved slowly for a while, gently trying to both control himself, and let the man below him adjust.
Steadily, he increased his pace, reaching new depths with each thrust, now grabbing onto Elias' hips with both hands in an iron grip. Elias had begun to push against him, pulling him closer each time, until their chests were almost touching. He'd begun to beg, "Please, harder Dean," which only fuelled the hunter further. His thrusts sped up, and soon the church was filled with the sound of skin on skin, moans and grunts as the two fucked aggressively. Dean was aware of a mild irony - the absolute sin being committed in the house of the 'Lord' - but he couldn't care less. His skin felt hot and electric, and he was desperate to pursue this feeling for as long as he could. The stained glass windows cast odd patterns inside the building, moonlight reaching through the trees outside to provide some light alongside the candles still lit.
Elias' moans turned desperate, "Right there - yes!", signalling he'd hit his sweet spot, he felt his hands reach out to grab any part of Dean within reach. Dean braced himself against Elias, pinning his hands against his hips to constrict him while he thrust into him, maintaining the pace and depth he'd achieved. A smirk graced his lips as he looked down at him, taking pleasure in how he made the other feel, enjoying the almost prey-like look in his eyes. He slammed into him repeatedly, mocking him between his own noises of pleasure.
"You wanted this? Huh? You brought me here for this?" Elias responded with hurried nods, struggling to speak through the pleasure they both felt. Dean switched to holding both of his wrists in one hand, leaning closer to him again - hovering above his lips, carefully just out of reach. His eyes full of lust, he was still smirking down at the other; maintaining his façade. "Tell me what you wanted - use your words, doll.." Dean taunted, pushing for a rise out of him.
"F-Fuck, yes, I did. I wanted this," Elias stuttered out between thrusts, "Please, D-Dean, please I wanted this. I want you." Dean kissed him roughly, moving a hand to holding Elias' neck into the embrace, slipping his tongue into his mouth. He savoured the taste, the sounds of moans and little whimpers that had started to creep into their kiss. He took such great pleasure in the contrast of how the man had acted at the beginning of their encounter, and how he was acting now as he was being fucked within an inch of his life. He was beginning to have trouble holding back, feeling his balls tighten and tension build in his body, but he didn't want this to end. God, he didn't want this to end, ever.
"I'm close." Dean said breathlessly, pulling away from his lips, meeting his eyes instead. Elias responded only with one sultry word, "Please," before Dean leant back into their kiss. He felt his arousal reaching a peak, tucking his face into the crook of Elias' neck, and he could feel the other man's hard, cock rubbing against his abdomen - wet from all the pre-cum that was leaking from him. Soon, his thrusts stuttered, pleasure overwhelming him as he felt himself climax into Elias' hole, groaning as he did. Shortly after he had started to cum, he felt Elias' release across their chests and stomachs, sticky between their hot, sweaty skin. He finished, letting a shuddering breath leave him as he lay above the other man, while he regained his mind from the blinding pleasure and desire coursing through him. It slowly dawned on him what he'd done, but he tried to keep sickly feeling of guilt and disgust at bay.
They lay there silently - neither saying a word - for a short while. Dean slowly began to pull away, detaching himself from Elias, breath catching in his throat as he saw the scene laid out before him. He was slightly taken aback by how attractive the other looked to him even now; covered in his own cum. Dean avoided his gaze, quickly fetching his shirt and redoing his jeans. Busying himself to avoid speaking.
"Leaving so soon?" Elias' words cut through the emptiness that not a short while ago had been full of the sound of love-making and lust. "Yeah." He replied, giving a light shrug as he reached to return Elias' shirt and pants. "Got uh.. Got someone waiting for me." The excuse was lazy but not untrue. His mind felt clouded, confused - he had given in so easily to such a carnal desire, one he'd felt he'd successfully buried for so long. The memory of his Dad, and what he'd of thought of him overwhelmed him.
He flashed a lopsided grin towards Elias, his cocky show back on full display; if a little rough around the edges. Elias didn't respond verbally, instead watching him evenly, putting his own shirt back on, but otherwise making no moves from his position at the altar. Dean cleared his throat, struggling to meet his gaze after a short while of this, looking towards the large wooden crucifix at the back of the church. Sorry Jesus, he half-heartedly apologised - not quite meaning it, but saying it internally none-the-less.
Dean turned to leave, picking up his jacket as he began to walk down the aisle again.
"See you around, Dean." Elias called after him, and though he wasn't looking, Dean could hear the smirk in his voice. He didn't respond, leaving the church through the same doors he entered, and letting them shut heavily behind him. He suddenly longed for his crappy motel bed, the comforting smell of Baby's leather, and the ever-steady presence of Sam nearby him.
Baby's engine hummed to life as he turned the ignition, and if he'd have looked, he'd have seen the light inside the church flicker once, twice, before extinguishing, becoming indistinguishable from the dark around it.
When Dean arrived back at the motel, he glanced at a nearby clock telling him it was nearly half 3 in the morning. He hadn't realised that much time had passed since he'd left the bar.
Again, he pushed back thoughts about what he did tonight. He didn't need to psycho-analyse this - it felt good, he did it, that was that. No need to get deep about it - it was just a quick fuck. He crept in to the motel room, eyeing Sam's bed and breathing an internal sigh of relief to see the outline of his brother's body, chest falling and rising as he clearly slept.
Dean padded silently to the shower, shedding his clothes and cursing himself for not cleaning off before he'd put them back on. They'd have to detour by a laundromat again soon. He cleaned up quickly, sub-consciously scrubbing his skin a little harder than normal. Exiting the shower, he avoided the mirror as he did, drying off his hair with a towel and putting on a clean pair of boxers.
Sam stirred as Dean crept back to his own bed, but he didn't notice. As he lay in bed, he thought about the events that occurred that night. Vaguely wondering who it truly was, or why they'd called him there, he began to drift off. The night slipped away from him, when a thought occurred to him - a singular word, he wouldn't remember the next day, and instead would brush it off, grey-rocking Sam when any questions about his activities that night arose - why he'd come in so late, why was he acting so shifty, etc. etc.
Incubus.