WHERE TO NOW? (M/M) 18+

Chapter 16

Scattered Hearts

His eyes burned into mine as he stared down at me. I lifted my hands, running them along the skin of his hips lightly. He sucked in a sharp breath as my hands started to trail up his abdomen. I wanted to commit every muscle to memory. The rise and fall of his muscular shoulders. The way his chest curved before reaching his ribs. The veins that peeked out from above his belt. I wanted to see it all.

He breathed out deeply. "Sam" he warned. My hands held his sides as I leaned forward, placing my lips gently against his chest before pulling away and looking up at him. He didn't look at me, but I knew I was getting to him. He swallowed, hard, and a smirk formed on my lips. My hands trailed down his stomach slowly and his breath hitched as I grabbed onto the hem of his jeans.

He ripped my hands away quickly, forcing them to my chest as he locked them between us. His chest rose insync with my own, breathing deeply as he watched me. His face was inches from mine. His eyes trailing over my skin before committing to my lips. His jaw clenched and he looked up as his lips parted.

His eyes burned with a fire that felt hot on my skin. Every glance setting my body ablaze.

He pulled away quickly, dropping my hands as he winced with a sharp hum.

"What's wrong?"

He closed his eyes tightly, his brow furrowed while rubbing at his wrist. "nothing, its-" he shoved me away as he let out an agonizing scream, gripping onto his hand as he dropped to his knees. He groaned wildly as he breathed heavily, hyperventilating.

My heart hammered in my throat. "What's wrong?" I yelled, rushing to his side as I dropped to my knees beside him. He screamed louder as my eyes locked on his hand.

The veins that coursed through it were huge. Elevating his skin as it pulsed, pumping a red and green colour through it that fused together like smoke.

"Damien?" I yelled over his screams, terror and helplessness filling my chest. His eyes flicked open and he stared at me with dark red and green eyes. The whites were gone, covered completely in the red and green pools of smoke. Black veins seemed to course below his eyes in waves. He panted as he looked at me before squeezing his eyes shut again with a wince. He huffed quietly as the pain seemed to diminish.

I slowly placed my hand atop his, not wanting to startle him. "Damien?" my voice came out quiet. He kept his eyes shut for a moment longer before looking up at me. His eyes were normal. The brown eyes I remember stared back at me. "Are you okay?"

He didn't answer, looking down at the ground in front of him. I could see the thoughts turning over in his mind as he stared. His face frozen with confusion, exhaustion and questions. So many questions.

My eyes lowered, noticing the veins were no longer there, but his hand seemed different somehow. Almost shiny in the moonlight. And his eyes, what happened to his eyes?

I watched him as he shifted off his knees, sitting on the floor with a sigh. I knew he was infected, he had to be, but I couldn't bring myself to run from him. He was in so much pain. The screams he let out sent chills to my very core. It must have been excruciating.

I don't know what happened, but the next thing I knew I was following Damien quietly back into the living room. If a conversation was had, I don't remember it. My mind overrun with thoughts of his eyes.

We sat on the floor by the fire again. He finished cleaning my wound before wrapping it in a new bandage. The silence that passed between us seemed to drag on for hours, but I know it was only minutes before he spoke. "You have fresh clothes upstairs, let me take you to your room" He wouldn't look at me as he stood. Not daring to meet my eyes at all since we left the kitchen.