Manchild

A/N: Well, here I am again! I guess you've all gotten used to the fact that updates ain't gonna happen overnight so thank you for still being here and for your continued interest in this fic. Special thanks to cas for her comments and also to Azmirim and LynZ. For those of you who want the hot and heavy stuff, it's all included, and for those of you who'd like to see some relationship development between Seb and our favourite vampire spawn, I've been working on that too. I do hope this chapter satisfies you, in more ways than one. ;)

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In the last chapter:

“If your place gets like, trashed by demons or sinks into a fault line or something, I want you to know you got a bed here. Hell, you got a whole house if you need it. Just let me know, okay?”

“I will,” Connor replies, flattered by the offer. “Thank you.”

“Of course, it doesn’t have to be an emergency. You can always come over just for sex.”

At the quip, Connor smirks. “Already did.”


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PART FIVE

“Oh, so you’re not really interested in me as a person, huh?” Sebastian pretends to be offended but his eyes sparkle. “You’re just using me for my body.”

“Don’t hear you complaining,” Connor returns naughtily. Just the mere mention of what they’ve done together is enough to rouse his interest again. That and the fact that he’s eighteen years old and swarming with testosterone. Plus it doesn’t hurt that Sebastian is lying right next to him without a stitch on, totally comfortable in his own bare skin which happens to be a striking shade of bronze and so silky to the touch that Connor can’t help reaching over and caressing it, his fingers trailing up the first male’s thigh, joining up with an equally bronze hip.

“Do you tan?”

“Don’t need to. I get all this from my mom,” Sebastian answers proudly. “She comes from Egypt.”

Connor makes an impressed face. “Wow. My father is Irish,” he adds. “His human name was Liam.”

“Ah, now I see where your looks come from,” Sebastian comments, making reference to the boy’s pale skin and red-toned hair.

“I’ve never been to Ireland,” Connor muses, gazing at all the tourist souvenirs Sebastian has around the room, all the far-away continents he’s travelled to. “I’ve never been anywhere, apart from Qor’toth. But Dad says it’s a beautiful place.”

“It is,” Sebastian affirms, having visited the Emerald Isle a couple of times already. “Lots of wicked castles and scenery that’s right out of Middle Earth. I’ll take you there one day, if you like. We could even find your dad’s old house, if it’s still standing.”

“Really?” Connor looks at him in wonder. “That’d be neat.”

“I’d take you anywhere you wanted to go. You know, if you were my boyfriend,” Sebastian hints almost bashfully.

Connor continues looking at him, not sure how to react to that, whether to whoop with joy or to cry. Cautiously, he queries, “Do you...want me to be?”

“Yeah. I do.” Sebastian’s voice is serious. “But you don’t have to commit to a relationship right this second. I know it’s all pretty sudden. We can just stay lovers for a while if that suits you better.”

Amazed that someone as cool as Sebastian would want a half-breed vampire killer for a lover, let alone a boyfriend, Connor is lost for words and the only thing he can think of as an answer is to lean over and capture Sebastian’s mouth, kissing it gratefully for saying such wonderful things.

With Connor’s luscious lips upon his it doesn’t take long for Sebastian’s interest to be roused as well, closing his eyes and sliding his palms along the teen’s upper arms. Showing none of the timidity he exhibited back in the alley when he was first approached, Connor openly seeks out Sebastian’s tongue, caressing it with his own, tasting sex and alcohol and the unforgettable masculine sensuousness of the other man; something Connor never stopped thinking about and had often longed to sample again. Enjoying the slow, deep, velvet kisses being given to him Connor slips his leg between those of the twenty-six year old underneath him, Sebastian grasping at the boy’s shoulders and pulling him closer.

The two males get immersed in meshing moist lips and wet, searching tongues, feeling the physical magnetism beginning to pull insistently at them again, until Connor breaks off and slides his mouth downward, over Sebastian’s chin. He nibbles and sucks along his older companion’s bared neck, over an Adam’s apple, over a set of collarbones, reaching the top of a firm, planed chest; the curtain of Connor’s long locks hanging down and tickling Sebastian’s skin. Grazing over the surprisingly soft fur that covers Sebastian’s pecs, Connor locates that surgical-grade steel ring that so fascinated him when they first met, pressing his lips to it softly, as if apologising for the harsh way he treated it last time. When the tip of his tongue outlines that circle of silver and the pale scar beside it Sebastian shudders, burying his fingers into the boy’s auburn mane, holding his head there, wanting more of this, of Connor’s crimson mouth and the mind-shattering ecstasy it can create. The demon hunter doesn’t disappoint, slowly licking around the ring and the nipple it’s sitting in, lightly pulling at the jewellery with his teeth, leaving Sebastian’s flesh tight and tingly.

Connor moves his leg up between Sebastian’s, carefully pressing his knee into the second man’s groin, against his rapidly-solidifying length. Leaning further over Sebastian’s chest, Connor finds the nipple that’s not pierced, giving it a quick bite, causing Sebastian to jerk and swear under his breath, his fists clenching in Connor’s hair. No blood is drawn but Connor knows that Sebastian likes a touch of pain mixed with his pleasure so he does it again, rougher, getting off at the sound of the taller male’s gasp. While the teenager presses maddeningly into Sebastian’s crotch, he continues alternately biting and licking the nipple under his mouth, his left hand going up to the other one, toying with the implanted hoop and making Sebastian question in the midst of his tormented desire how the kid has already figured out his turn-ons, all the things that get him worked up but then truthfully, he doesn’t really care. All that matters is that Connor is here with him doing those things and he lets his eyes roll back, losing himself in the experience; in Connor’s rubbing kneecap, teasing fingers and nipping teeth. Connor continues his three-pronged assault on Sebastian’s erogenous zones, loving the responses he’s obtaining from his brown-skinned friend; the husky moaning, the writhing and the wanton hip-raising.

“Damn, honey. Your mouth is fucking fantastic,” Sebastian groans, sounding as though he’s about to orgasm right then and there. Fully hard again, Connor stops and gazes hungrily at the green-eyed model, wanting to be inside of him once more but not certain how to go about it. Well, he knows how to go about it; it’s just that he’s not sure if he should. In regards to this whole male/male thing, there must be rules and set codes of behaviour to follow however Connor’s got absolutely no idea what they are. What do other guys do when they reach this moment? Do they ask politely or just go ahead and take? What’s the correct procedure? Judging by the slickness smeared on his knee and the erotically drowsy look of the second man’s face Sebastian seems ready for it too but Connor doesn’t want to do anything he hasn’t gotten permission for.

Wondering why there’s a pause in the proceedings, Sebastian lifts his lashes to discover Connor looking at him, his expression both urgent and uncertain, like he’s thinking about saying something yet not quite daring to. As the silence stretches out, Sebastian realises that the kid has never spoken of his needs, or mentioned what he wants when it comes to lovemaking. Sure, Connor has freely gone along with everything that has been suggested to him and has frequently demonstrated his desire – even demonstrating it right now staring lustfully at Sebastian’s unclothed form - but he’s never actually said it out loud. He’s never said that he wants Sebastian. And for some reason Sebastian would really like to hear that.

“Do you want me, babe?” he prompts Connor.

Nodding, Connor replies needily, “Yeah.”

“Say it,” Sebastian instructs softly. “Please.”

Not used to speaking such words, Connor begins tentatively, “I want...you.”

“Say it again.”

“I want you,” the younger male repeats, sounding more like he means it.

“What do you want to do me? To my body?”

“Anything. Everything. Whatever you’ll let me.”

Getting a heady rush of power from the boy’s open admission, Sebastian orders, “Tell me, Connor. Exactly. You’re not allowed to do it until you say it.”

Feeling an aggressive spark at the demanding tone directed towards him, blue flames leap behind Connor’s eyes and he grabs Sebastian around the ribs, yanking him off the floor. Before the bigger man can even draw breath, Connor has lifted him and hurled him across to the couch like he’s nothing more than a human-sized beanbag, Sebastian landing on his back with a heavy thump. Once again witness to the mighty force of Connor’s demon side Sebastian just sprawls there mutely, barely blinking as the eighteen year old springs up with feline grace and swiftness onto the couch with him. For a scary moment Sebastian thinks he’s pushed Connor too far and he is in for major trouble but then it dawns on him that the intense look on the boy’s face isn’t one of anger.

Normally, Connor hates it when people get bossy but sometimes, depending on the person, it has the opposite effect on him. Like when the slayer-bitch Faith shoved a crossbow in his face and cut him down to size with her razor-sharp tongue, taking charge and making damn sure he didn’t forget it. That was hot. But this is hotter. Because unlike Faith, Sebastian will actually let Connor do him.

“You wanna know what I want, Sebastian? I want this.” With clear purpose, Connor pulls apart the other man’s tanned, muscular thighs, positioning himself between them. “My dick. In your ass. Exact enough for you?”

Seeing those angelic lips forming those nasty words causes Sebastian’s excitement level to double, his pulse elevating in anticipation.

The teen’s eyes smoulder with erotic intent, locking with Sebastian’s, his stare commanding complete attention and focus, the older male enraptured by the fiery sapphire orbs blazing down at him. Without breaking the contact of their heated gaze or looking down, Connor spits into his hand and smears saliva onto his own more-than-ready instrument. The alcohol sluicing through his veins and mixing unpredictably with his demon blood allows him to say things he’s never said to anyone before; secret things, dirty things, things that fill his head and make his flesh burn with wanting.

“I want to fuck you. Fast and rough. I want to bruise you. Hurt you. Break you.” Connor’s voice is a low, bestial growl. “I want to make you come again. Harder than before. Harder than you’ve ever come in your life. And I want to watch when you do.”

After he says that Connor jerks Sebastian forward onto his stiffness, the second man sucking in a hissing breath at the rapid, unprepared penetration. Connor’s cum is still inside Sebastian from their time in the Honeymoon room, lubricating his entry so he can slide all the way inside Sebastian’s body in one sure stroke, right into that slick surrounding heat, Connor gritting his teeth at the smooth slippery feel of it. Just like he vowed, the child of two vampires doesn’t go easy on his human partner, slamming into him straight away; no warming up, no gentleness, just brute animal savagery, holding Sebastian’s hips firmly in place with both hands, tiny strong fingers crushing flesh to the bone and already leaving impressions on the other male’s brown skin. Sebastian gives a short shout, jolting awkwardly, his emerald eyes wide and shocked as he stares up at his demonic lover, not expecting him to be so deliberately merciless. Connor is hurting him but in a twisted way it’s also deliciously pleasurable and Sebastian isn’t sure if he wants the kid to quit it or not. It is of no concern if he can’t decide because Connor continues to ram into him, methodically and powerfully, driving him back into the couch, jarring Sebastian from head to toe with firm pounding motions of his pelvis.

The last two times they’ve had sex, Connor has been behind him so he couldn’t see Sebastian’s reactions but now he gazes down, tossing his long autumn-coloured hair back over one shoulder so he can watch clearly, not wanting to miss a single moment. He briefly glances to where they are joined, watching his cock going in and out of that tight, tugging opening, watching how the older man’s thighs and belly muscles clench and ripple with every thrust, and then he focuses back on Sebastian’s face, Connor ruthlessly delighting in the overwhelmed look there as the twenty-six year old tries to cope with being fucked so hard. Sebastian struggles with conflicting emotions, his facial expressions changing from submissive enjoyment to uncomfortable humiliation, making reluctant noises halfway between gasps and whimpers as he bites his lip. He almost looks like he’s going to cry.

Torturing him even further, Connor reaches down to flick the ring in his nipple, twisting it, not enough to reopen the healed scar but just far enough for his half-Egyptian companion to groan with pained pleasure, Sebastian finding it difficult to deal with on top of the intense sensation spearing into his gut with every one of the boy’s vicious stabs. Showing not an ounce of mercy, Connor bangs him thoroughly, Sebastian feeling himself bruising in places he didn’t even know could be bruised. If Connor’s intention is to forcefully erase the memory of every other guy that he’s been with in the past, it’s working rather successfully because right now Sebastian can’t think of anything or anyone else but the eighteen year old demon-child taking complete possession of his body and soul, using him, dominating him, owning him.

Wanting to get even deeper inside of his gay lover, Connor roughly lifts Sebastian’s pelvis up, the second male’s hipbones becoming more prominent under the skin and his muscular belly flattening and lengthening as his whole lower half is raised off the couch. Connor leans back slightly on his knees, adjusting for the change in position as he resumes thrusting. Something about this angle makes Sebastian react wildly, immediately clamping his legs around Connor’s small waist and arching upwards, his gasping whimpers turning louder, sharper and more desperate. His reaction spurs Connor into more aggressiveness, battering into Sebastian like he is indeed trying to break the other man’s bones, The Lenny Kravitz CD playing on the stereo getting drowned out by the sound of smacking bodies and Sebastian’s hoarse cries, unwillingly torn from his throat with each punishing, brutal jab he receives. Suddenly, Sebastian grips both of Connor’s wrists, his fingernails digging in as if telling the kid to stop but he doesn’t, not even when helpless tears start slipping down Sebastian’s crumpled face. Connor just keeps fucking him faster and harder until a sobbing Sebastian can take no more. Plummeting into the mindless brilliance of orgasmic release, Sebastian squeezes his eyelids shut and throws his curly head back, revealing the tendons in his neck and the artery throbbing just under his whiskered jaw, his brain filling with white light that explodes throughout his whole being, causing him to shudder violently, coming over his own stomach. As his own crescendo peaks, Connor slams home one last time, keeping Sebastian still against him, growling with gratification as he spills deep inside the other man’s hot, pulsing body.

Breathing quickly from the energetic exertion, Connor remains kneeling for a minute or so, supporting Sebastian’s hips, the taller man’s thighs locked rigidly around him, sweat drying on their skins. The small pool of Sebastian’s semen trickles down his tilted torso to the base of his ribs; a thin, nearly clear liquid, all that’s left after two previous climaxes, however, this one definitely had the most impact. He is panting, his cheeks wet from crying and his black hair in wild tangles around his flushed face. He looks beautifully broken and Connor has a fierce sense of ownership, knowing that Sebastian is his now and nobody else will ever get to have him again.

Uncurling one hand from Connor’s wrist, Sebastian brings it up to his face and wipes the tear-tracks away with still-trembling fingers. Seeing how shaken he is, Connor begins to feel a twinge of regret, fearing that he might have overdone it a little.

“You okay, Sebastian?”

The brunette man sniffs, licks his dry lips and opens his eyes, finally looking up.

“Well, you wanted to hurt me,” he accuses in a raspy voice. “Don’t go acting like you’re sorry now, you cruel bastard.”

And then he slowly grins at Connor, proving that all is forgiven and that he’d actually had a great time of it. Connor grins back in relief.

“Hey. Ouch. Take it easy,” Sebastian laughingly winces as Connor withdraws from him, knowing that it’s going to be very painful to ride his motorbike tomorrow. Unhooking Sebastian’s stiff legs Connor lowers him back to the couch and releases his hips, complete with red finger-marks. Gingerly, Sebastian stretches out on the leather lounge, his inner thighs cramped and his abs aching like he’s just spent two hours working out in his gym. Not so much sore as sapped of strength, Connor collapses on top of Sebastian, the older man weakly hugging him with both arms, perfectly content to bear Connor’s exhausted weight, not that it’s a lot. Connor lays his cheek against Sebastian’s furry chest, listening to the rapid thumping of his heart, blissfully satisfied by their mating. What makes it even more satisfying is that he knows Sebastian enjoyed it just as much as he did. This is without doubt the best sex he’s ever had.

Thinking just the same thing, Sebastian gazes down at the naked pale figure lying upon him, searching Connor’s pixyish face. The eighteen year old is smiling with his eyes closed, all relaxed and tranquil. It’s the happiest Sebastian has ever seen Connor look. But is it because he’s with Sebastian or because he’s pleasantly drunk and just gotten laid?

After a while Sebastian says, “Connor, can I ask you something personal?”

“Mm,” is the boy’s lazily murmured reply.

“Over this last year, did you...you know... ever miss me?” Sebastian hesitantly broaches. “Did you ever want to see me? Even once?”

Connor softly laughs, not the response Sebastian was expecting. He meets Sebastian’s questioning gaze and there is amusement in the teen’s face.

“A while ago, I saved this guy’s life,” Connor starts. “He was a prostitute. I used to see him standing on the same corner every night I went out hunting. He always said hi to me.” Actually, the dude once said that seeing Connor walk past was the highlight of his evening and he said it in a very flirtatious manner but Connor chooses to keep that his flattering little secret and not mention it to Sebastian.

“One night he wasn’t there and I sensed something was wrong. So, I scouted the area. Heard snarling. When I showed up, he was just about to get his throat ripped out by a werewolf. I killed it, of course,” Connor states nonchalantly. “The guy offered to repay me – personally - and I thought about taking him up on it. I mean, it’s not like he was ugly. Spiky purple hair, eye makeup, lip ring. Attractive in a Goth kind of way,” he admits, much to Sebastian’s instant jealousy. “He was always nice to me and I was lonely. Bringing him back to my place? Pretty tempting.”

He looks at Sebastian, checking his reaction. “You want to know what happened next?”

Nearly pouting, Sebastian demands, “What?”

“I didn’t do it.”

“Really?” Sebastian queries in surprise, knowing that he probably would have accepted the offer of free sex with a hot hustler. “Why not?”

Uncharacteristically bashful, Connor reveals, “Because he wasn’t you, Sebastian. That’s why.”

Connor’s way of telling Sebastian that he was very much missed causes the taller man’s heart to expand in his ribcage with elation.

“I’ve never been with any other guys,” Connor confesses further. “Not since you. Not since that night.”

Unwilling to lie just to spare the kid’s feelings, Sebastian divulges guiltily, “I have.”

With a small shrug of acceptance, Connor replies, “I know. I didn’t expect you not to. I don’t own you or anything.”

“This is gonna sound like the biggest cliché in the universe, but you do own me, sugar,” Sebastian insists. “Those other men, they didn’t mean anything to me. Honest to god. You were the one I kept thinking about.” He makes a cringing face. “In fact, I actually called some guy by your name once, in the middle of...you know. He didn’t like that very much.”

Staring at Sebastian in concern, Connor asks, “What did he do?”

“He got pissed at me and demanded to know who the fuck I was talking about.” Remembering how the asshole almost hit him, Sebastian continues quietly, “I told him he should leave. And he did. It was a few months ago now. He was the last person I slept with. But I never really wanted him. I never wanted any of them, not like I wanted you. Every time they touched me, I’d close my eyes and pretend it was you, Connor. ”

“You don’t have to pretend anymore,” Connor says in a soft, understanding voice, raising his long-fingered hand to Sebastian’s stubbled chin. “I’m here with you now. I’m here whenever you want me to be.”

Happy to a ridiculous degree, Sebastian nuzzles into Connor’s stroking fingers, kissing the tips of them. “For someone whose nickname is The Destroyer, you say the sweetest darn things.”

Connor smiles shyly. “I did miss you. A lot. Just in case you didn’t get that from my rambling werewolf story.”

“I got it. Thank you.” Sebastian smiles in return. “I was beginning to think I was crazy, infatuated with somebody I only saw once. But I’m glad I’m not the only one.” He looks at Connor with one eyebrow raised questioningly. “You ARE infatuated with me, right? I don’t have to worry about you leaving me for the Goth man-whore?”

“Nope. He’s gone. Said there’s too much scary shit in LA.”

“Well, he’s right,” the older male concedes, thinking that the only reason he still lives here is because Connor does.

“Even if he did come back, there’s zero chance of me going home with him. I’d only do that with you, Seb.” Grinning cutely, Connor ends, “So, yeah. Total infatuation here too.”

“Good.” Sebastian sounds possessive. “Because you belong to me now. Okay?”

“Okay.”

Sighing happily at the mutual agreement, Sebastian spreads his hand into Connor’s satiny hair as the boy nestles into his chest again.

Resting there with his nude body draped intimately over his buff partner’s, Connor’s mind flits back to his past experiences with sex and relationships, what few there are; back to his ex-girlfriend Tracey, who he only did it with a couple of times -- both awkward, fumbling encounters in his fake parents’ car -- and then goes back even further, to that doomed night with Cordelia. Now that’s he’s older and more knowledgeable, he realises that he knew nothing then about pleasing someone else. He was so excited about finally getting to do it with Cordy that he forgot he was supposed to make her feel good too. He mentally winces as he recalls how he braced himself high over her body with both arms and moved slowly and cautiously, afraid he would hurt her when he should have known better because she was definitely no virginal maiden. Prior to Connor, she’d been with that muscly Groosalugg guy he’d seen in photos, some slick one night stand who got her knocked up with multiple demon spawn and who knows how many other dudes before that. In high school she would have been one of the popular girls, if not THE popular girl, and no doubt all the boys were falling over their tongues to get to her. By the time she met Connor, Cordelia would have done all there is to do so his tentative efforts in bed must have seemed hopelessly inadequate to her and he can’t understand how she laid there patiently when she was getting nothing out of it.

But then again, she was. She was getting something out of it. A whole lot of tentacled something that glowed green and ate people. That’s what it was all about, falling pregnant to Connor so she could give birth to -- for lack of a better explanation --herself. Connor knows now that it wasn’t sexy, sassy Cordelia Chase in the sheets with him that night. Well, some of it was her; the feeling sorry for Connor part, but most of it was another thing entirely, an ancient, dreadful thing hiding inside of Cordy’s mind and body, manipulating and scheming. That thing was a demented, demonic Power That Used to Be which needed a human host to give it life again and when he dwells on the fact that it was actually Jasmine he was sleeping with... that’s when Connor gets all grossed out and has to stop thinking about it.

The brain-sucking bug that burrowed inside Lorne’s skull and stole his memory? Kind of wishes he had one of those.

He’d much rather think about Sebastian Christensen who’s lying beneath him like a man-shaped mattress, all warm and supportive and comfortable. And not evil. In fact, Sebastian is one of the most un-evil beings he’s ever met; so full of kindness and caring, more concerned about other people than himself. He courageously faced that coal demon back in the alley armed only with a lighter, and he didn’t know for sure if that was even going to work, but he did it without thinking of his own safety, purely to help Connor. Nobody has ever done that before, put his life before theirs. Well, maybe Angel, but then that’s his job as a dad. He’s supposed to protect Connor. Being no relation whatsoever, Sebastian doesn’t have to. But he did. Because he cares. Connor knows that, in the same way he knows when someone is a vampire, no matter how human they look on the outside. It’s intuitive, something that he senses in his gut, in his blood. Sebastian truly cares about him. He’s even proving it right now by holding Connor close, by gently running his fingers through Connor’s hair, and knowing that the other male has such deep feelings for him makes the teenager care right back. The protectiveness goes both ways. Connor would die if it meant saving Sebastian from harm. He would. He’d do anything for the guy.

Absolutely anything.

Connor swore never to fall in love again, not after what happened last time, but he thinks he might be ready to let himself feel that emotion once more. He’s probably already feeling it at this very moment; a funny sensation churning in his stomach and his head swirling with giddiness.

Or maybe that’s just the feeling of being about to puke.

Swiftly sitting up and scrambling to his feet, Connor immediately regrets it because the swirling in his head intensifies to an unbearable level and he starts leaning dizzily to the left, his normally sharp vision all dark and blurry, like he’s in the centre of a Qor’toth fog-storm. Rushing up and catching him before he slams sideways onto the floor, Sebastian straightens his intoxicated partner, peering closely at him. The boy’s pupils are huge and dilated, his head is drooping and bangs are hanging in his face which has gone decidedly green.

“You all right, buddy?”

Connor swallows, shutting his eyes. “Maybe I shouldn’t have had that Mudsludge.”

Brushing Connor’s messy hair aside, Sebastian inquires, “Do you need to throw up?”

“No. Yes. I don’t know.” The kid shakes his head, which is a very bad idea because it makes him even dizzier, and he groans, slumping forward onto Sebastian’s chest. “Can you please make your house stop moving?”

“You need to lie down,” Sebastian advises, taking Connor by the elbow. “Can you walk?”

The younger one nods shakily. “I think so.”

The only way Connor can go anywhere in the state he’s in is with Sebastian’s arm around his shoulders, propping him up.

“C’mon, little dude,” Sebastian encourages, turning Connor in the other direction as he starts to take the wrong route. “Bedroom’s down here.”

“Not that little,” Connor grumbles, letting the other guy steer him along the hallway, the long corridor spinning around him, like he’s in one of those disorienting carnival attractions, such as the crazy maze or house of mirrors, every object around him either rolling or in triplicate.

Giddy and nauseated like he’s never felt before, Connor stumbles, instinctively reaching out to steady himself but lacking the control he usually has only ends up putting his palm right through the wall with a loud crunching sound and a puff of plaster dust.

“Crud,” he mutters, extracting his hand out of the gaping hole and shaking the white fragments away. “See, this is why I shouldn’t drink or do drugs.”

“Yeah, I probably should have listened to you,” Sebastian relents, understanding now how hazardous things can get with a wasted demon hunter on the loose. “I swear, from this day forward you’re only getting mocktails. And watch out for the statue. My sister gave me that.”

Staggering around the large eagle on the floor that he already tripped over once, Connor clings to Sebastian’s strong, sturdy figure, blindly following where he’s being led because he can’t see shit right now. The relief he gets when Sebastian guides him to the bed is almost overwhelming and Connor gratefully drops onto the mattress, sensing the swirling start to subside behind his closed eyelids. He lets Sebastian move his arms and legs into the right position and feels the first man wedging a pillow under his head and pulling the sheet up over him to waist level.

Switching off the light, Sebastian shuts the door and climbs into the bed next to his non-sober guest. Placing his hand over Connor’s forehead, he finds it less clammy than it was before.

“Feeling better?”

“A bit. Thanks.” Remorsefully, Connor adds, “Sorry about your wall.”

“Don’t worry about it, darlin’.” Gathering Connor’s body closer to his, Sebastian kisses the crown of the kid’s head. “Nobody got hurt and that’s the main thing.”

“Y’know what, Sebastian?” Slurring drunkenly, Connor proclaims, “You’re really, really nice.”

With an affectionate grin, the twenty-six year old returns, “So are you. I’m glad you tracked me down tonight, Connor. Seeing you again... Greatest thing ever.”

“Same here. Are we boyfriends now?”

“I think we are, gingerbread. You all right with that?”

“Course.” Smirking lopsidedly in the dark, Connor adds, “Angel’s gonna freak when I tell him, though.”

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To be continued...eventually... :P Thanks for waiting while I work on it, guys.
(PS. In the next part a certain broody vampire will make a guest appearance!)