An Exception

Chapter Two

Warm. Soft. Comfortable. It had been a while since he'd woke up to such a feeling. He was in a soft bed under covers with big, strong arms wrapped around him. He had missed mornings such as this. Mornings that were slow and quiet and revolved entirely around them. Mornings where he could just bury his face in Black's chest and maybe fall asleep for a while longer until he got up to make breakfast for the both of them.

. . . but Black and Zamasu had fused and become him. Those memories were only a piece of who he now was. So then . . . whose arms were these? Whose chest was his face buried in?

Zamasu's eye snapped open and after it was able to focus in the dimly-lit room, he found himself face-to-face with a pale, scarred chest. Who . . .? Trying to keep his calm, he tilted his head back to see whose face it was. This person . . . He looked different without those glasses on, but it was Hearts, wasn't it? Why the hell was he in bed with this mortal?! Had he not been clear enough when he said he didn't want to share a bed with him!? So why, then, was he here anyway!? In his arms, too!!

The god quickly touched himself in various places, feeling that at least his shirt and pants were still intact. This guy was absolutely vulgar, though, going to bed with only pants on. Not that he ever wore a shirt anyhow, but couldn't he at least be a bit more decent if he was going to force someone to sleep with him? Disgusting!

So why couldn't he bring himself to blast this bastard right out of the bed?

Zamasu pursed his lips as he studied Hearts' face. From what he could tell right now, nothing strange had happened between them at the very least. He'd left most of Zamasu's clothing on him and, thankfully, the cover still over his eye. The embrace was bothersome, but maybe he'd only done that unintentionally in his sleep? No, why was he trying to justify this!? It was all completely unacceptable!!

. . . and nostalgic.

The Kai squeezed his eye shut tightly. His heart ached. He missed that warm and intimate relationship that Zamasu and Black had together. Their beautiful dreams of a utopia just for the two of them had been utterly shattered. Could a fusion be undone? No, he knew that it could not. He didn't want to think about it. Thoughts of what he should have had only made him angry and upset. Those bastard Saiyans had stolen his utopia from him, stolen his beautiful future from him, and ruined his perfect face . . . there would be no sweeter revenge than when he finally took them out.

"Good morning, Zamasu."

Zamasu reopened his eye when he heard Hearts' voice and felt his arms tighten around him, "Get away from me, bastard! Who gave you permission to take me to bed with you!? I believe I stated quite clearly that I wanted nothing to-"

"Shhhhh, shh shh . . . so noisy . . . it's too early for that." Hearts placed a hand over the Kai's mouth to silence him. "That room you fell asleep on the floor in was my bedroom. I think it was very kind of me to put you in my bed even though I could have just left you on the floor. I even made sure you were comfortable by taking off your shoes and the more restrictive pieces of clothing." He locked eyes with the god, who looked incredibly irritated at this point, "And you didn't seem like you were in such a hurry to get away from me before I said something. You like it, don't you? Being warm in someone's arms. If you're worried that I did something to you in your sleep, I didn't. I have a bit more decency than that." Not much, though. It had taken every ounce of self control he had to keep from touching the god inappropriately. If he had been certain Zamasu wouldn't wake up from it, he probably would have taken it too far.

Zamasu slapped the hand away and shoved at Hearts' chest to try and break free, but Hearts continued to hold him. "As if I trust that! All you mortals are obsessed with the gods! You want so desperately to touch us and do unspeakable things! Why is it that you want the gods so badly!?"