Chapter 9

Giving into old habits at the time of loss is always easier. And the loss of the love of one's life is definitely such a dangerous situation. In the past nearly two days Jim did exactly that.

The first night he slept nothing just wept unstoppable in his deep mourning. He never thought that one can feel such deep heart-breaking and soul-shattering pain without going crazy. But then... maybe he was finally going crazy as his tired mind kept bringing up the countless memories he had shared with Corey.

He remembered the first time he saw him in that park sitting next to Mick. He remembered how they bumped into each other and started talking. He remembered painfully clear how their first kiss happened. He remembered all the little things that seemed to be less important during the time they had shared. He could still smell him, see the insanely blue eyes, remembered the softness of the pale skin, the taste of those perfect pink lips.... He remembered everything so vividly as if Corey was still there. As if Jim was living in those memories.

But they were just memories now. He'll never be able to kiss, touch, hug or make love to his love. And it was all because of him... He brought Corey into this world but he was the one who also cut that life short. Jim was the reason why Corey was dead now.

Knowing that seemed to be too much for the freshly transformed mentally and physically aching Nephilim and he sought out help first from all the alcohol he could find in the guest house. He drank until he passed out with drying tears on his face, the brown demon wings curling around him protectively.

Then on the second day he finally started using them, even if he was crying again, because they were Corey's wings. A part of him, not Jim. Even if he quite quickly got a hang of flying while he was reliving the memories of all the times Corey had carried him like that in the past.

It didn't take long for Jim to find what he was looking for and soon he was high from coke and booze, not giving a fuck about anything or anyone as he was giving way to the darkness inside. Desperately wanting to forget and vanish from the face of this damned world.

The remaining Mercy demon was in search of the broken man. Mick used his wings too to try to locate Jim, which was not that easy for him just yet. He faintly felt some connection with the Nephilim, even more now as Corey helped him to be complete... But just as Jim changed suddenly, Mick also had little time to work on his skills and powers in the solid physical world.

But using his knowledge of the once biker, he went through the drug places one by one until in one corner on a dirty mattress he found the knocked-out male.

"Shit man... Not gonna make it any easier for any of us..." he sighed and for once he was thankful that his once pair envisioned him as a big muscular man and so his spirit materialized in such a form. He could gather up the tall man more or less without much difficulties to fly back with him to the house to where Seth brought Jim. Mick thought he was going to move also. He just couldn't stay in that other place where they had arrived with Corey...

After putting Jim in bed, he just walked around the place and the garden, dealing with his own pain of losing the small demon.

Everyone was hurting or angry or sad. Those emotions Vega could feel in the vibes of the gods' sanctuary. Even Smaug looked up at him questioningly.

Leaning down, Kerim caressed the big cat. "Self-sacrifice is rare and shocking nowadays. And also one of the noblest things one can do during their existence. Don't worry, things will work out," he explained to the cat on a soft tone, earning a meow and some purring while Smaug rubbed his big head against the angel's hand.

But after a while that smile melted off Kerim's handsome face and he bit down on his lip piercing as he walked to a window, looking towards the summer houses. He could feel Mick's deep sadness too and the angel of light felt that he had to try helping on making at least him feel better.

With that thought he left his home and spread his wings to fly over to the house where Jim was brought by Seth. He spotted Mick pacing in the garden and he landed not far from him. He didn't put his wings away, letting their soft white glow radiate comfort towards the big demon.

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The pure holy light could be sensed from far anyway, so when Vega landed, Mick turned towards the angel with a smile.

He had to admit that after the orgy in the gods’ residence, and even before that, he started to feel for the majestic creature. And that intercourse they shared made Mick feel that his feelings were a bit returned...

"Hey... Nice to see you again... I hope you came because of me…" the buff man with the darkest black demon wings slowly walked to the being of pure light.

Mick's half-joking words put a warm little smile on Vega's slightly glowing face and as the big man walked closer, letting his warm light wrap around him, he nodded, looking up at Mick. The angel just loved the long dark hair, the piercing – now mostly sad – blue eyes, the big body and those black wings more than he should have. But he just couldn't help himself.

"Yes. I came here for you. Why don't we take a walk? Jim won't wake up for a while," he suggested, but didn't move, just stared up at Mick for a long moment, just drinking in the details of his face before turning around, closing his wings behind his back as he started walking in the direction he flew in from.

Needless to say, the angel had the same effect on Mick. As he looked down at the slightly shorter male, he just felt like melting from his chiseled beauty and soft flawless skin, the round soulful dark eyes looking into his deeply.

And in the back of his mind he was just dying to know how that lip ring would feel around specific parts of his body... Of course he just followed the mesmerizing vision of a perfect male right from his dreams like a good puppy, without a word, like in trance.

"Where are you drawing me to?" he asked on a playful tone when he could collect himself again and walked next to Vega.

Smiling a bit more under his nose, Kerim took a deep breath from the nice night air and glimpsed at the big man, feeling him less sad and becoming more curious. Stopping for a moment, he turned towards him and let the end of a wing caress along Mick's broad back and shoulder before Kerim made them slowly disappear.

"Somewhere more peaceful. I can feel that you need it," he said softly then returned walking towards the edge of the deserted town. "I am here for you, you know.... In case you want to talk about anything."

The small gesture made Mick smile dreamy and maybe blush a little too.

"Thank you. That's good to know. I'll be okay, though... Corey planned and started this a long time ago. And I get it that Jim feels like everyone betrayed him, but we couldn't do anything against Corey's will…" he said pulling his own wings together but didn’t make them disappear as they walked. "But enough about me... I am very happy that you came... I... really like your company... And would love to get to know you more…" Mick said as he kept looking at the angel’s face, searching his reactions to what he just said.

"Yes, I knew that this has been in the motion for a while. With time your friend will realize it too. Now he needs to mourn and let the pain wash through him before he can start the slow healing process. The guardian angel is going to help him in that too, no matter how bumpy the road might get. They will be drawn to each other," Kerim mused as they kept walking.

Looking back up at Mick in his usual calm manner, the angel gave Mick another sweet smile. "I like your company too. You interest me, to be honest. So I would like to know more about you too. Do you like tea? Or beer? Or something stronger? I have some at my place. Come on, I'll race you!" he chuckled cutely and suddenly spread his wings as he began running before taking off, his long hair tied together moving behind him like a flag.

Mick just blinked after the playful angel and spread his wings quickly too to keep up with him. His heart was racing and felt high, not just because they were flying to Kerim's place... He knew he was falling hard and fast for the angel... But for now he was happy chasing after him in the air. Time after time he slightly stroked the white feathers with the edge of his demon wings and they kept turning and playing in the air like two teenagers.

Kerim found himself smiling constantly and even laughed a few times before they landed on his balcony. Slipping into the flat, he made his wings disappear again, panting a bit from all the flying around. Of course it wasn't just purely for fun. He also wanted to help Mick adjust and learn about the capabilities of what his relatively new wings could do.

"So..." Kerim looked back at Mick as he walked towards the kitchen. "Tea? Beer? Or something stronger? Feel yourself at home, by the way," he waved towards the home with the mostly lighter colors mixed with grey and black. "You are getting good with your gorgeous wings."

"Thanks for the workout," Mick chuckled, making his wings vanish too as he walked in and looked around.

The interior really reflected Kerim – well, as much as Mick knew about the second brightest angel ever... It was airy and bright with a lot of space and light and ancient artifacts. "I like your home. And beer is good. Thank you," he sat down to the dining table, watching the lean athletic figure in a tight shirt moving around. "These tops are so perfect on you, shows your beautiful figure so much…" he said without thinking and blushed at once clearing his throat. "Sorry... But it's all true," he tried with a smile to save it. "What else do you want to know about me?"

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"You're very welcome and I'm glad you like my home. I share it with my cat, Smaug. It took some time to make it look as I wanted, but it was worth it," he said as he headed for the fridge to take two beers out.

He was about to open them when his hands paused hearing Mick's comment about his tight long-sleeved T-shirt. Smiling under his nose once again, Kerim opened the beers, chewing on his piercing for a moment. He was going towards dangerous waters, he knew. But he just couldn't stop himself or make Mick feel rejected and sad.

"It's okay. Thank you for the compliment," he finally turned around and walked over to the table to sit down next to him and give the big man the beer. "For a brighter future! Cheers!" he clinked his bottle against Mick's then drank.

"I know that you just recently came over the border to avoid melting back into the void. But I'm curious just how many protegees did you have before that," he looked at Mick with his curious dark eyes.

Mick drank from the beer too then smacked his lips nodding all-knowingly... "I know that talk… Humans have it between each other about how many was there before them…" he shot the risky joke just as a test. "In my existence in this world and with this consciousness I had six now, counting the last man I had left with fully staying over here. He is the leader of the biker gang we last few guarded. I had none of my kind to help and teach. Because Corey was under our other brothers. When he came across, I was the one who knew more about this world, so I helped him," Mick said finishing looking deep into the angel's eyes like saying he was ready for any other questions.

"I didn't mean it that way..." Kerim chuckled and sipped from his beer, pondering on the thorough answer. "Thank you for answering me. I know losing such a protegee and friend must be hard on you too. I'm so sorry. I can feel you hurting too," he said on a soft tone and put his free hand on Mick's much bigger one on the table in a comforting manner. 

"But speaking of past relationships... Can I ask how many physical lovers you had? Because..." here it was Kerim who blushed "the other night you came off as a very experienced lover, knowing just what I needed..."

"Thank you," Mick smiled looking at Kerim's hand on his and he turned his to be able to hold the soft hand in his. "I had like four and just one male. It's a skill. I am... or was a Mercy. Like guardian angels we can tune in on others. I felt what you wanted and needed… I can feel it now too…" he raised his icy blue eyes to lock it into the endless dark ones. "I want to ask something too… You are like… Got safe access to this world due to the Gods. You are... theirs… I get that. Bonded too?"

A nice shiver ran up on the angel's arm as Mick took hold of his hand. His next smile came off a bit shy-looking, but his eyes told a completely different story, even if the angel was in a conflict with himself a bit.

"It's a very useful skill... Then... tell me what I want and need now..." he whispered a bit hoarser then cleared his throat to nod. "Yes, I am the gods' by my own free will and a deal. I was about to be cast out from the Heavens because of laying with them many, many years ago. But they took me in and have been taking care of me ever since. I love them... in a unique way. On a different kind of level. I'm not sure even you could understand it, but maybe I could show you through my touch..." Kerim mused and concentrated some of his glowing into his hand which was in Mick's, curious if it would work that way to help the buff man understand what he meant.

Mick pulled his brows together a little as he concentrated on the feeling Kerim shared with him. "Kinky... So… you are like a pet for them through a mutually written agreement... And you look up at them with respect and they... cherish you," Mick mumbled slowly pulling the other man closer to his body, not letting Kerim's eyes go.

"You... want me to lay on this table and let you do whatever you want with me…" he whispered and leaned in to kiss the inviting lips and pull the angel into his arms.

"Exactly..." Kerim whispered just that, but that one word was enough to react to everything Mick was saying. The electric blue eyes of the demon seemed to have hypnotized Vega, because he felt drawn to Mick not just because he was pulled into his muscular arms.

Moving along with him, he soon straddled the bigger male and put his toned arms around the wide shoulders. Kerim moaned softly as the short beard touched his face and he returned that kiss hungrily and passionately right away.

It was magic once again... Just like in the gods’ bed when he first kissed the angel. Mick felt the world spinning with him and everything else vanished, only that breathtaking being remained and the kiss they shared more and more wilder.

"So... up on the table?" he asked panting and grinning at Kerim as his big hand stroked every part of that toned beautiful form he praised not long ago.

The big hands caressing him all over made Kerim moan into their heated kiss and his body also arched and pushed against those hands in a flexible, almost cat-like way to feel more. Desire was flooding his mind fast from tasting and smelling the big man again as his graceful yet strong hands got lost in the gorgeous black hair.

"Yes. Up on the table," he chuckled once he came up for air and stole a peck before moving off the big man, quickly pulling his tight top over his head just to toss it on the floor while he waited for Mick to move.

"I see you can sense what I want too..." Mick growled feasting his eyes on all the white skin before him as he sat up on the table and laid back, just how he felt from Kerim's dirty vision.

"You had that thought the minute I sat down here... Naughty angel..." he said reaching out and taking hold of Kerim's bare slim waist and pulled the lighter man up to lay on top of him. "You make me feel drunk... You know that?" he whispered caressing the brown hair out from the pretty face.

"It's a skill..." Kerim grinned down at the man, leaning into the caressing hand as he reached back to his nape to pull the band out of his long, long hair, making it cascade down onto Mick's hand and body. "And looks are deceiving... I may look like an innocent angel, but I'm far from that. I've lost that innocence eons ago," he added as he sat up on Mick, stroking along the broad chest then up on his arms to lead the warm hands onto his naked upper-body. To emphasize his words, he even started rubbing his groin against the big man's, occasionally circling his hips.

"I can... feel that you did…" Mick moaned closing his eyes and his hungry hands gripped on the soft skin and stroked the taut belly, up again on the bulging chest to rub the angel’s small nipples. "Don't you think I have too much clothes on?" he asked looking up just unable to get enough from the view of the silky hair covering him and that white, white perfect shiny skin...

Kerim bit on his bottom lip and chewed on the piercing again, whipping his silky hair to the side as he moaned from the fingers playing with his nipples, making electric shocks of lust rush down between his legs. It took him some effort to look back down at Mick and nod.

"Yes. Too much damn clothes!" the angel agreed and helped Mick to quickly get rid of his T-shirt. Then he began breathing a bit raggedly from the sight of the broad hairy chest, letting his pale fingers discover it. That night in the gods' bed he was too desperate to truly discover the big buff man's body, but now he took a minute to give that chest the attention it deserved.

"You are so gorgeous... I hope you know that," the angel leaned down and sucked a sensitive nipple between his lips, his hands reaching between them to finally open Mick's jeans.

"Fuck… I love this..." Mick only was able to moan that, feeling the ringed lip working his sensitive nipple.

All the lines about how Vega was the most gorgeous being he ever saw and how it was high time for his hand to reach the fly of his pants vanished before he could say them out loud. The skill of the angel to make him feel intoxicated worked on the big man perfectly. His head was spinning and was moaning, wanting nothing else just to be close to and be touched by the other male.

Kerim chuckled from that comment and felt his hair fall forward, cascading down onto Mick's muscular arm again as he bit and sucked on both nipples a few times then looked up with his big dark eyes while kissing and licking his way lower on the strong body.

"Tasty too..." Kerim hummed, continuing his previous thought and he climbed off the big man and the table to take off the combat boots, socks and jeans, wanting to see Mick fully bare again. Standing there between the thick thighs, caressing them, the angel took a long moment to admire the body on display in front of him. "I wonder if your cock tastes even better..." he grinned at the demon, sensing what was on his mind as he ran the tip of his index-finger along the erect cock's underside.

Then he pulled Mick's previous chair closer so he could kneel up on it for better access to said shaft and this time his tongue followed the path of that finger, making Kerim blush and moan. As if he just wanted to make sure the rest of the dick in front of him was just as tasty. He then grabbed the base and kissed and licked all over it, moving upwards towards the tip, his piercing rubbing Mick just the right way. Especially when he waited for their eyes to meet and finally sucked the wide tip into his mouth.

In that moment Mick could have sworn he just died... A deep groan tore itself from his throat and his body tensed on the table, trying to keep his eyes on the sinful angel licking his wet tip.

The small ball in the piercing seemed to be about to rub him off with the sucking moves of those sweet lips in any second…

That thought somewhat sobered him up, because he wanted to enjoy the time with Kerim way more than to give into his charm and finish so early… Not that he couldn't start over again with such inspiration between his legs.

"You gonna murder me..." he panted between deep moans, getting up on his elbow and caressed the soft hair as Kerim was working on him, helping his head's movement.

Chuckling around the tasty piece of flesh, the vibrations only adding to Mick's pleasure, the innocent-looking angel's eyes shown up with mischief and he let the dick slide out of his mouth with a popping sound, leaving his lips and chin glistening with some saliva. "Oh we wouldn't want that to happen. I have other plans in store for you..." he purred then dived down on the cock, taking more than half of it and sliding lower and lower with each enthusiastic bob of his head, Mick's big hand a welcomed feeling in his hair.

Just when Mick felt a bit back in control over his bodily reactions from what Kerim did to him, the devilish being swallowed down on his pulsing cock. Making the demon cry out and fist his hand in the long hair, keeping Kerim's head in place for a few seconds. His hips even moved forward as he felt the swallowing movements of the skilled throat massaging his length, making him see stars in the blackening around him as he was left without air from the sensation.

Feeling his eyes water up a bit, Kerim closed them and let Mick enjoy the moment a bit longer then he slid fully off the cock, panting for air before diving right back down to repeat it. He did this a few more times and coughed a bit only after the last longer throat-massage he gave to Mick's dick.

Grinning he stroked up on Mick's tummy and chest, still breathing faster and feeling under his palm just how madly the big man's heart was beating. "I take it that you loved this just as much as I did. You coming all over my face and into my mouth is another fantasy I have, but maybe next time. And as much as I want to ride you on this table, I don't want to break it as I'm quite fond of it, so... Come on, big guy..." he stood, taking Mick's hand to lead him to the living room's couch. There he went on his tiptoes and kissed Mick passionately, letting the demon taste himself and also Kerim to get lost in that intoxicating scent and presence even more too.

After that he stepped back and watching Mick, he slowly opened his own belt and jeans, pushing it down along with his underwear. Luckily he had lost his shoes and socks back in the kitchen some time, so very soon he was standing in front of the mesmerized demon with all that pale angel skin.

With a half-smile on his handsome face, Kerim moved to the couch to reach under a pillow and toss a small bottle of massage oil at Mick before kneeling up on the couch, taking hold of its back, and pushing out his pale firm ass.

"Come, my demon. Let yourself loose on me again..." he bit his swollen bottom lip, even moving his ass from side to side a bit to encourage Mick.

Not that he needed anything more to heighten his willingness. The big guy couldn't keep his hand off his cock and kept jerking it while watching Kerim getting naked and kneeling up on the couch.

He could at least catch his breath… For a bit... As the sight of the horny angel in that pose just made the beastly growls and urges appear as Mick licked his drying lips and walked behind the inviting vision.

Letting his big hands roam on the silky back and bottom, he kneeled down and started his feast.

First the well-shaped ivory column-like thighs got his lips and sharpening teeth’s attention. He worshipped every inch of the small perfect ass, licking long between the cheeks as he gripped more possessively into the narrow hips to pull back Vega's body to his face, pushing his tongue into the small hole.

Kerim's own heart sped up from that carnal look he caught from Mick as he came closer and finally touched his bottom side. Kerim's eyes rolled back into his head as he rested his forehead on his arm, arching his back to get more of the kisses and licks and grabbing, moaning softly a few times.

Then he gasped for air and his erect cock jumped a bit between his open legs as Mick pulled him closer and pushed that skilled demon tongue into his body. "Fuck!" he groaned and slightly moved his ass against the bearded face, whining for more.

Taking that as encouragement, Mick really started to work that sweet hole with his long tongue. Slurping loud as he fucked the angel with it, rolling it around and kissing and sucking at the skin on the outside.

One hand reached under Kerim to grab his hard dick and twist his palm around it in synch with his tongue’s moves. Harder and faster with each perverted slurping sound he made.

Many of Vega's kind would consider these acts sinful and appalling – especially because they were made by a demon, but he just loved it. Besides, he had stopped caring a very long time ago. If he was a corrupted angel then a very happy one at that. His louder and more frequent moans were the proof of that as Kerim kept fucking himself on that amazing tongue and hand, rolling his hips back and forth.

"Mick... So good... I wanna ride you so bad! Please!" he groaned, his mind starting to fry from all the exciting stimuli his earthly (and even his spiritual) body were getting from the big man.

Mick had a good time too and the angel had to whine and beg for a few more times before he pulled back panting and licking his lips. His light blue eyes were glowing and he could feel four pointy fangs form from his canines... "I think you are ready to take me, my gorgeous angel…" he spoke on a deep guttural voice of the aroused beast.

Sitting back on the couch next to the moaning figure, he slapped the small ass, holding his leaking wet cock up, ready for the ride.

Gasping for air from the slap and then moaning as his pale skin started burning and reddening from it, Kerim didn't waste any more time to move. In the next second he was straddling Mick. He picked up the massage oil and squirted some on his fingers to quickly work half of it around and into his already wet hole and the other half down on Mick's rock-hard dick. Then as the demon kept his dick in position, Kerim pulled his ass cheeks apart and began his slow but steady descent on the hard flesh, hazy eyes locked with the other man's as his lustful lips opened on a long moan.

"You feel so warm and good... I…" Mick started to say while breathing heavily and stroking the chest and hard nipples of the angel.

The muscular man moved his hips around, helping Kerim to slip on his cock easier and faster. He already started to growl, feeling the building up urge taking over his senses to ram home into the shaking body on top of him.

Letting his own butt go, Kerim stroked Mick's long hair out of his face and neck, enjoying the attention his nipples and chest got. And as if knowing exactly what the demon wanted, Kerim slammed his ass down on the last few inches and cried out from the sudden stretch and light burn. His cock between them jumped happily and oozed more pre-cum from the sudden pressure and the angel dug his nails into Mick's shoulders, opening his eyes to look down at the demon as he circled his hips a few times then began rolling them back and forth, by then moaning his pleasure against Mick's mouth.

"Feeling so full... I love your dick in me... So good..." he whispered hoarsely and began sliding up and down on the hard meat, moaning and whimpering and muttering curses on some ancient unknown language, their bodies making obscenely wet and loud slapping noises as Kerim's hair covered both of them, their bodies moving in sync.

Mick pulled the lean body into his strong arms and leaned back on the couch.

To help Kerim lose his mind even more, he started thrusting up hard in just the right angle to hit the most sensitive spots inside the perfect body, groaning and huffing his pleasure.
Caressing the long back, he took the soft lips for a wild kiss to feel not just hear those beautiful whines and moans of his lover.

For a few sweet moments as Kerim got lost in said deep and passionate kiss, he even stopped moving his dimly glowing body to just enjoy the hard attack against his prostate, making his bobbing cock leak like crazy as Mick was impaling him so deeply over and over again. Then he returned to meeting said thrusts, tightening his hold around Mick's strong neck so their by then sweaty bodies pressed fully together, the wet dick of the angel trapped and rubbing against the big man's belly.

Kerim wanted to get as close to Mick as physically possible and the burning on his back soon intensified along with his light until his glowing white wings manifested and spread behind him, making their long hairs move from the swirling air and energies around them.

"Harder!" he growled back between Mick's sweet lips and the angel even bit on the bottom one as he kept slamming his firm ass down roughly on the hard rod.

From the stronger angel force covering him, Mick felt his dark powers coming to the surface even more. Changing his moves to more violent and ragged ones, his voice got even deeper and beast-like as he practically pulled Kerim's body down on his cock.

His black wings spread and he roared out loud. Digging his short claws into the pale skin and attacking that sweet spot inside Kerim's body to make him come and take them to their incredible high.

Although in terms of power Mick's was the complete opposite of the angel (like in most of things), he welcomed that burst of demonic energy. It only made Kerim dizzier as he let Mick move and fuck his body in the perfect way. Claws in his flesh wasn't unusual to the angel of light and he arched his back, whipping his long hair to the side again as he arched his body and moved even faster with Mick, feeling the hard piece of meat starting to throb in him, especially when his ass began tightening more and more around it.

"So close.... So close!" Kerim groaned too, the beastly growls making his body break out in goose bumps, his dick smearing more wetness against their touching tummies as his white wings touched the pitch black ones too, sending shivers down his spine.

As he closed the circle of the wings, their frantically moving bodies got into the whirlwind of their opposing powers and that was just too much for the angel as he tore his lips away from Mick's mouth and arched his back, coming even harder than in the gods' bed during their first encounter. His whole body trembled and the white light of his being illuminated the whole room while crying out in pleasure, sperm messing up their tummies as his contracting ass was milking Mick hard.

Mick felt like his whole being was melting and exploding under the climaxing angel. Kerim's convulsing body pulled him into the depths of ecstasy. His own voice roared loud as he pumped his seed into the sweaty man on his lap and held him tight and close as if his life depended on it as their bodies slowly calmed down.

That took some long minutes, though, but once Kerim could move, he sat up on Mick's bigger body to take in the blissful look on the bearded face. As he stroked the damp black hair out of his face, he noticed something, which made the angel smile wide. There were two small horns protruding from Mick's forehead, only half-covered by said hair.

"Love the new horns and fangs, my demon..." he purred as he stroked them gently and leaned in to exchange a deep and slow kiss.

Then as he reached back to gently slide the softening cock out of his abused hole, some sperm oozing out with that move, Kerim looked behind his shoulder as if sensing their audience.

Smaug and Seth's much smaller hairless cat were sitting in the living room door, clearly back from their patrolling rounds and watching them. As Kerim blushed, the hairless cat called Sethi got up and left the apartment. Kerim suddenly felt ashamed a bit as he knew the cat was going to go back to his master now. And that meant that he was in trouble...

But it was all worth it...

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