From the Heart of a Villain (MxM)

Chapter 3 - There's a Human in the Bedroom

Samael placed Brett on his bed and watched his chest rise and fall to a rhythm of softness. He really didn't know what to do with the human. Taking him to an emergency hospital crossed his mind, but then what would he tell the nurses? He didn't know what drug he took, and besides, Brett seemed okay. His heart rate was normal, he was breathing without distress, and how would he even tell a believable story when he woke up in a hospital bed? 

        Samael's thoughts spun around like a tornado so he laid next to Brett on the bed to refuge in his still energy, and like before, his nerves were calmed. A smirk tugged at his lips. He still didn't understand what his fondness for the human meant, but he didn't dislike it. In fact, if Samael was honest with himself, he loved the feeling. The unique and appealing energy of Brett was so powerful that it changed something in Samael. Over thousands of years of existence, he never felt so needed. But next to Brett, he had a purpose. His only ambition from that moment on was to protect Brett from all evil and only show him the good in the world.

        The human began to stir on the bed which jolted Samael out of his thoughts. He quickly stood up from the bed, not sure what to do with himself. He was about to make himself invisible when the human spoke.

        "Hey," a groggy voice spoke, "sorry I must've fell asleep."

        Samael sat on the bed again and reached out to touch Brett, but then stopped. He wasn't sure of the appropriate way to approach him.

        "Where am I?" Brett asked.

        "My bedroom," Samael answered quietly as Brett rolled onto his back to look at who he was talking to.

        "You're that guy from the Brooklyn Bridge."

        "Yeah, it's me." Samael couldn't help but smile. He remembered. "How do you feel?"

        "Pretty out of it actually. I don't remember- wait," he sat up to face Samael at his level, "did we, you know..."

        "Umm, no." Samael laughed a little at his assumption.

        "Then why am I in bed with you?"

        "You were pretty dysfunctional, and I didn't know where else to take you."

        "Oh," Brett laid back down.

        Samael wasn't sure if the human was relieved or disappointed to hear that nothing happened between them. He hoped it was the latter.

        "So, this is your place?" Brett asked.

        "Yeah, I bought it recently."

        "It's nice."

        "Thank you."

        Samael laid down beside Brett on the bed and looked into his sparkling blue eyes. He couldn't think of another place he'd rather be in that moment. Brett's energy drew him in like a magnet and he was unable to overcome the force of pull. With more confidence, he slowly reached forward with his hand, and to his surprise, Brett's hand met him halfway. They intertwined their fingers and the sensation sent shockwaves through Samael's figure. Touch was always something he enjoyed when taking on the flesh of a living creature, but that time it was different. It was almost like a need for survival, like he wouldn't be able to exist without Brett's touch. He wondered how he made it that far without experiencing something so impassioned.

        Brett rolled over so his back was against Samael's chest while still holding hands so that Samael's muscular arm could rest over his smaller frame like a blanket. The closeness allowed Samael to breathe in his scent, a mix of cinnamon and cedarwood. The fragrance was incredibly appealing, and he couldn't help but nuzzle his face in the back of Brett's neck to be closer.