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

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Front door closed and the strain disappeared. I gasped and tasted a most delightful lungful of tangy air. That was him. His smell. Just far more noticeable. Even I could discern – incorrectly - some undertones. Because even in this state I knew the wet, rotting foulness like corpse hidden under floorboards within otherwise pristine and gleaming butcher's venue couldn't possibly be accurate. Monster smelled so mouth-wateringly inviting and yet harrowing.

"Uh?" I exhaled a brilliantly designed question. It contained everything I could ask sans all the needless blabbering. My speeding heart still urged me to get away from the danger.

"Can you stand?" a voice that wasn't so much loud as it was deep asked way too close to my ear. Inhumanness of it made me hunch in and reach for the ears.

"Uh-uh," I automatically complied with whatever the enormous existence wanted of me. My brain tried to figure out how it fit into this tiny cabin and shorted out. Of course, I knew he was massive, but now the meatsuit was aware, too. That simple animal which always swam back to shore no matter how much I wanted to stop. It didn't like this incalculable danger one bit.

Inappropriately small monster unclasped his inexplicitly human arms – not clasper claws or anything – and I began to tumble downwards again. Arms tightened around me again but I didn't shudder. Perhaps the mere fact he'd allow me space was enough to quell panic.

Monster walked us to a couch and I gratefully plopped down. He joined me, looking regal as fuck with the curling, but remarkably orderly mane. The effect was doubtlessly enhanced by four kneeling subjects. I wasn't the only one suffering from onslaught of chilling sensations.

They looked worse than I felt. Pale, shaking, cowed. Nobody raised their heads to look. Besides standing, which I could probably pull off already if I really tried, I felt fairly normal. Of course, this wasn't my first brush with the surreal and I was also fully aware the creature masquerading as a man couldn't eat me.

He wasn't fixing their distressed state and I wondered if it was because I kept insisting he quit that or whether it was part of the show and tell. This trick totally forced everyone take a step back and give me some much needed room to sort myself out. Most importantly, got rid of unwanted interlopers. Which, in turn, raised questions...

"Will they be back, presumably with more firepower? Or is this house about to get set on fire?"

"No. I erased their short term memory and encouraged exhaustion. They'll sleep."

"And so they... walked out? All on their own?" Now that was plainly insulting. Can't believe these foreigners had such tough skin.

"No," monster did not elaborate and I dared to think it was because he thought I wouldn't like how he'd done it. I didn't hate this emerging mindfulness. I was just glad the nice grandma wasn't dead. This was handled much better than I could have ever hoped.

In any case, that disaster seemed to have moved back down to its later spot on the timetable. Others might suspect something foul afoot, but perhaps won't act tonight. Even then, the monster can probably cause another blackout, just on wider scale. In all likelihood he could rock entire planet without breaking a sweat. Chilling thought. However, he hadn't done that thus far and it was a cause for relief. Wait, would I even know? Whatever. What I don't know can't bother me.

I noticed one set of eyes looking up at us. Dentist was still pale and petrified, but determined to resist. Right, that situation sorted but this one remained. And it could have been executed entirely differently. Unnoticeably. That he's chosen this approach probably meant I've fucked up my part and he was taking over the negotiations.

I kept waiting for bombastic words starting along the lines of you foolish mortals, but nothing was said by anyone. My former friends calmed down, but nobody stood up. They all remained on the floor somewhat huddled in, casting stealthy glances over to the sofa every now and then.