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It’s just me.” He tried to
look up into the man’s face, but it was too dark to see much except
shadows. “It’s Brandon…remember, you’re in my house. I got you out
of the alley?” He was rambling, but he didn’t know if the guy would
recognize him or instead pummel him in his half-awake state.
    “Brandon?” A gruff voice came out of the
dark.
    “Yeah, it’s me. You were having a bad dream,
I think.”
    Before he knew it, he was wrapped up in
Sammy’s arms, with the man’s face wedged in his neck. “Hey, it’s
alright.” He was patting the guy’s shoulder, stupidly, but he
didn’t know what else to do.
    “I dreamt…I dreamt…”
    The big man blew out a hard breath and then
continued in a whisper. “Half of it was real, and half was not, but
all of it was bad.”
    Bran had suspected that the man had gone
through some rotten shit before he met him, but the verification of
it had his chest hurting in sympathy. Maybe they could help each
other.
    “You want to tell me about it?
    Samael shook the head still wedged in the
crook of Brandon’s neck. “Just…stay with me.” It was a statement
and a question rolled into one, and Bran could hear the
vulnerability in it.
    “Okay.” They each shifted until Sammy was
spooning him. The strong arms around him drew him in close. Once
his butt was wedged in just the right spot, Bran had second
thoughts. How was he going to keep from getting hard this way? What
would Samael say if he discovered it?
    Almost immediately, the soft, steady
breathing ruffling his hair put him at ease, and within a few
minutes, he’d fallen into a nice, dreamless sleep.
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    Samael was warm, almost too much so, but he
was comfortable and didn’t want to move. There was a delicious
scent tickling his nose, and he felt absorbed into the mattress. He
hadn’t slept that well in ages.
    He squeezed his arms tight around the pillow
he held, and the thing moved and let out a low groan. Frozen, he
tried to remember what happened the previous night. It took him a
moment, but he recalled the nightmare and Brandon coming into the
room.
    Last night, the only thing that had concerned
him was keeping the man beside him safe. He had dreamt of his fall,
of Gadreel finding him, and hurting Brandon. It was so vivid, and
so horrifying, that he’d just wanted to stay together. Then, if
something came at them, he could fight it. In the light of morning,
however, it was somewhat strange…but not in a bad way.
    Samael had never lain with a man before,
neither in a sexual nor nonsexual context. It was not uncomfortable
though. In fact, he found he liked it. Perhaps too much. There was
a trembling in his lower stomach and his morning erection was
trapped between the cheeks of Bran’s rear. Even with clothes on, it
seemed to want to wedge itself there. Actually, it felt really
good, especially when Brandon started to move. The friction was
wonderful, and he didn’t want it to stop.
    He thrust his hips, searching for more of
that feeling. Bran moaned, murmuring something before pushing back
on him. Oh, yes. Just right. Before he knew it, he was
panting and wanting something he couldn’t explain.
    It wasn’t that angels didn’t have sex. They
married their mates, and had children, just the same as humans.
However, no one had wanted him. As Death, others looked upon him
with fear and revulsion, not lust. On the rare occasion he had
need, he’d taken care of himself. But this. This felt
different.
    He changed the position of his hands to pull
the body closer, to get more contact. Brandon’s cock bumped his
arm; rock hard through his sleepwear. Brandon had come awake at
some point, and groaned, “Don’t stop,” while dragging Sam’s hand
further down, placing it on the warm erection. Feeling the damp
spot on the front of the pants had Samael moaning again and he
grunted out, “So good.”
    He squeezed the bulge in his hand and
rhythmically snapped his hips, loving what was happening inside of
him.