Heart's Redemption (MxM)

Chapter 9 ~ Ian

I left the room to clear my head and to get us a couple of coffees and doughnuts from the lobby, and when I come back, hot-demon-Sam is curled on one of the beds, sobbing into a pillow.

When he hears the door click shut behind me, he sits up, face streaked with tears and red eyes wide. The pillow looks pretty wet, and I hope that demon tears don't have any strange properties. Otherwise the cleaning staff might be in for a surprise.

"You came back," he says, like it's the most unexpected thing in the world.

"Yeah, I came back. What'd you think?" I ask, setting the coffees and doughnuts on the little table by the door.

"I thought you left me." His voice is rougher than it was, but he still sounds like Sam. Still looks like him, too, despite the changes. His face is almost the same, anyway.

"I thought about it," I admit.

When I woke to find the sexy demon from my dreams lying next to me, I'd been surprised, to say the least. Then I'd seen his face and realized he was Sam, and my shock had turned to anger.

"I thought you'd tricked me," I tell him now. "That you'd taken advantage of my trust. I almost left while you were sleeping, but I decided to stay and wait for you to wake up. See if you had an explanation, at least."

"I don't," he shakes his head, new tears leaking from his eyes and tracking down the gold skin of his face. "I swear I'm just as surprised as you are. I mean, look at me." His voice rises slightly with distress as he turns his hands over in front of his face. "What am I going to do?"

"Can't you just turn back? Become, er, regular Sam again?" I ask.

"I—I don't know," his breath catches as more tears escape down his face.

"Hey now, stop that," I say, keeping my voice gentle as I come around and sit next to him on the bed. "Enough with the tears."

I put a hand on his back, just lightly—but he turns and throws himself into my arms.

It feels odd. He's closer to my size, now, though still a little smaller, and in this form, there's no mistaking him for a kid. Instead, it's quite clear that a large, gold-skinned demon-man with fangs, claws, and horns is crying on my shoulder.

"So, like, is this what Samasa looked like?" I ask once he's calmed down a bit.

I feel him nod against the crook of my neck.

"Sort of," he says.

"Alright, so maybe you're not quite as fully merged as you thought. Maybe Asato's human nature has been like, more dominant or something, and now Samasa's has come out for some reason."

"Maybe," he agrees tentatively.

"Any idea why?" I ask, pulling away from him and tilting his chin up to make him meet my eyes.

"He wants you," he whispers. "I want you. I want you to want me. I want..."

He trails off on an in-breath, pulling a little further away and staring at me with wide, startlingly red eyes.

"I'm sorry," he gasps. "I'll stop, I promise, I—"

I silence him by pressing my mouth against his.

I can't describe the dreams I had the night before. I don't know if he infected me somehow—infiltrated my mind with his demonic powers, or something—but I know that it was him I dreamed of. Like this.

Gold-skinned.

Red-eyed.

Dangerous.

And I want him bad.