Sacrilege (Newtmas AU)

Chapter 10

Saying that Thomas was drunk was a great understatement. If It wasn't for Newt to hold tightly into him and keep him in place, It would be certain that the brunet would have flew away into the wind or worse, dragged into something Newt knew, no he was certain, he would regret later.

If anything It wasn't in Newt's best interest to let something, anything, happen to the boy while he was having problems to properly stutter out a sentence. His and Thomas' relationship was literally hanging from a thin thread and If it was for his plan to work, If it was for him to take a good hold of his reputation that was currently taking the down hill, he needed whatever trust Thomas had for him to be as solid as ice was.

Unfortunately for him, Thomas wasn't the easiest person to handle. Especially when drunk.

"Neeewtie!" Thomas slurred out with his hands tightly wrapped around the boy's neck. He attempted to get up from the stool near the bar, but his legs gave in, in result to him clinging into Newt's body furthermore. "I want to daaaaance!"

No matter how It hurt to go against his demonic nature, Newt only rolled his eyes and wrapped his own arms around the little of Thomas' waist, establishing him back into his feet. "Tommy, you can barely stand."

Thomas pouted and brought his lips up to Newt's ear. To Newt's own surprise, he shivered. "This is a lame date."

"Date?" The demon asked, both of his eyebrows raised. Last time he checked, this was far from a date. "We're not on a date."

"I want to daaaaance!" Thomas insisted, jumping up and down with his arms still around Newt's neck. "Pleeeaaaase!"

Newt sighed and after he took Thomas' hands off around him, he held him inside his own, slightly bigger ones. Thomas momentary silenced himself as his eyes adverted from the demon's hands to his eyes where he stared at him with his own big honey colored orbs. Newt's breath hitched from the tension but he quickly blamed the drink instead.

A person couldn't do that to him; He couldn't make his heart beat harder against his chest nor get his breathing hitched.

Newt didn't have a heart.

Demons couldn't love.

Newt, couldn't love.

Lost into his thoughts, he quickly shook his head and rolled his eyes. "Fine, one dance."

Thomas' eyes lit up and a bright smile curved itself into his pale, chopped lips. His posture changed spontaneously from sloppy to straightened and before Newt could even register it, Thomas had already dragged him to the dance floor among with other people. Then, he beamed happily.

"Teach me."

"Huh?"

"I said teach me how to dance."

"To this song?" Newt asked in disbelief. Never in his life had he imagined an angel, dirty dancing and he sure as hell didn't expect to see one know. Yet, Thomas was just full of surprises.

"Why not?" Thomas asked as the music had already started to work its magic on him. His lower waist slowly moved, until there was no more distance between them. Newt's eyes clouded with lust.

"Angels don't dirty dance." He answered with a low voice and parted lips. Thomas giggled, his lips brushing against the skin of his ear.

"I am human now."

As the music got louder and quicker, so did Thomas' moves against the blond's body. Newt found his lower waist grinding against his own, but instead of pushing him away, he found himself moaning and fighting his hands from grabbing the other's waist, corner him to the wall and kiss him until they were both breathless. He couldn't though. It was wrong. A kiss was wrong.