Mad God's Love [Dark, enemies-to-lovers BL]

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After exchanging the dreary scabrous cloak into much smoother leather jacket and pants, I couldn't really tell who I was looking at anymore. It was a human far too ethereal to be standing in front of me. Luckily, this was a dream.

It was hard to escape the fact that we spent all this time designing something that looks nice to me. And the way he was looking at me was a bit alarming.

"If you... uh. Get fringe, or toss some of the locks over the face like this, it wouldn't really matter what expression you're making."

Meddling with the coarse hair brought me far too close. His eyes were a bright shade of red, frame far too still and nostrils remained eerily unmoving. I didn't comment on that at all. Instead, my palms itched to get onto him. "I want you," I said and clarified for the otherworldly creature wearing human face, "To touch, to fuck."

Arms clasped on the small of my back. The mouth stretched into smile too wide and real monster poked through, momentarily dissipating the illusion of being just another man. My preferences and standards went out the window ever since I started making money, so weirdness did nothing to smother this attraction.

Yeah. Keep telling that to yourself, weirdo.

"Go ahead," unpleasantly smirking lips told me and I kissed them. Even before I could wonder about trying to get under the new studded jacket and finding innards, one of his hands pulled the garb open to reveal more of a human's body. My wanting hands waited for nothing, getting under and twinning around, grasping for that familiar feel of skin. It felt exactly like holding another man. I missed this so; something was off anyway.

Before I could start pondering too deeply, man with blond mane dipped down and took me in his mouth. My fingers threaded through the thick locks, wound around and pulled with the absence of thought.

Things I wanted to do to this man. Brutal, irredeemable things. And I could. In this dream I had all the power to. Somewhere in the periphery I saw person-sized cages. I knew without looking there would also be many different tools. I pulled on blond hair and yanked beautiful man off myself. I could-

I looked at my tangled hand that was crushing wavy strands which weren't really hair but rather sensitive antennas. I let go and backed away.

"Fuck!" I shouted, biting on my fist. "I'm sorry," I said and zipped up, ready to get away from here and never speak of this again. Glancing back at the demon, he still knelt where I'd left him, lips glistening. All submissive and pliable. Shook my head. Didn't want this to be one of those dreams. Didn't want to be one of those people.

"Can we go?" I snapped and left into a random direction. Exit showed up as if prompted.

"You didn't hurt me," monster rumbled with the previous demonic cadence somewhere behind me. But I knew I did, for I still remembered my crushed wrist from the instance before. "You flatter yourself thinking that you can."

"It's not about you, don't let it get to your big head."

Not wanting to go any deeper into that, I boxed up my irritation and smiled. This would end up haunting me for months but I was determined to ignore it in daylight. Looked back at the person silently trailing behind me and immediately missed the coiling horns.

"Hey, so since you're doing human thing, I guess I should go and be a monster now?" Yes, cultural exchange! Great idea. Perhaps I could even become creature so foul I'd harbour no feeling and remorse. That'd be the dream.

Before he'd said anything in reply, I sprouted copy of the horns he usually sported. They did not enhance the hearing. The growth did not stop until prompted either, and bony material was too heavy for my meek neck. I fell on all fours. My skeleton felt brittle and a tooth cracked under pressure. I thought it should have hurt all over, but there was nothing.