Chapter 12

Jim woke up with a start, thinking he was hearing some voices. Maybe he was really going crazy because during his fitful sleep, he could have sworn he had heard Corey's sweet familiar voice singing him that song he used to sing to put his mind at ease before the biker acknowledged his existence and called him through into this dimension – and even sometimes after that too.

The memory of that song and the beloved voice made the lying pale biker's eyes tear up again and release the pushed down emotions of sadness, grief, loss and disappointment in a huge wave again. Depression was tightening its black clawed grip around Jim's bleeding heart and soul.

He had to stop feeling like this... He cannot go on another day and another and another like this. He cannot bear the pain for an eternity. Because now he was a fucking immortal being for fuck's sake! And such a dark existence was the last thing he wanted.

As a thought started to form in his tortured brain, he let the tears fall and sat up with a muffled moan. His joints and bones and muscles were still hurting from the transmutation and his powers were out of control too.

As he half-blindly looked around in the dim room, he noticed a tray on the coffee table in arm's reach. As promised by Seth, there was food, booze, a vile of the god's blood and even some bags of coke on it.

"To keep me in balance..." Jim snorted and giggled hysterically as he leaned forward to grab and open the bottle of ouzo. He drank one quarter of it straight from the bottle. Breakfast of the champions... Ignoring the food, he lit up a cigarette, tears still oozing from his red and puffy eyes as he quickly drank the blood too. It gave him that familiar instant high and it made him think more of the times he drank from his small perfect redhead while they were fucking like there was no tomorrow...

Sniffing as more tears made his vision blurry, he puffed the smoke into the air and wiped his face. Taking another swig from the strong drink, he welcomed the numbing feelings that were taking over his body and mind, making it buzz more. Then he quickly snorted up the coke too and smoked the rest of his cigarette in one hand, the bottle in the other as he leaned back against the couch's back.

Through his dulled senses he could still feel when that stupid guardian angel... his supposed "mate" reappeared outside and leaned against the house's wall in an attempt to heal Jim with his powers from a distance. He tried to approach Jim a few times in the last couple of days, but he always sent him away in a fit of rage. He tolerated his presence and powers only this way. From outside, out of sight. Though he wasn't out of mind like this. But Jim wanted that. He wanted Paolo to leave him alone. He wanted Corey as his destined pair. He wanted Corey back. HE was the love of his life, not the bald guardian angel!

Obviously, Jim was in denial and in an attempt to close out Paolo's presence and fully submerge in his sorrow and memories of Corey, he drank the ouzo faster, not caring that some dripped down on his chin and into his messy beard. He quite literally had the brilliant plan to drown himself in it.

But that didn't happen and he reached for the second bottle as his soul was aching for his small redhead, mind and body numbing from all that he just consumed in such a short time.

In a minute or two, he somehow managed to stumble to the bed, reaching under the pillow on Corey's side just to pull his mask out. Needless to say, as Jim was staring at the familiar demon mask in his hand, his sobs returned. He missed his demon so damn much he thought his heart was going to stop in any moment.

"You... left me... You betrayed me... But I still love you... more than anything... anyone... I want to... be with you again..." he slurred, kissing the mask then putting it on his head in an attempt to feel closer to his love.

By then he was sobbing heavily and he kept touching the mask on his face while taking swigs from the booze. He needed the courage to do what he planned...

With a shaking hand, he opened the nightstand's top drawer and took out his gun. He was scared but at the same time this was the only way... He didn't want to fight. He didn't want a world without Corey. He didn't want to live... And even if he was an immortal now, if he blew his head off, he surely would stay dead and be able to rejoin his lover in wherever he went to... Right? It was simple. All this pain... all these problems would just go away... So simple...

"I'll be with you again..." he sobbed with a small smile under the mask. Even after everything he consumed, he could still feel Paolo getting on the move to prevent him, but he would be too late...

"I'm coming, my love..." Jim said, starting to lift the gun with his shaking hand. He was ready to be reunited with Corey. Had no idea why it took him so long to figure out this simple solution...

But then...

"NO! STOP!"

That voice cut through the haze over Jim's mind like a knife. It was so loud and clear that he even looked around as he dropped the gun on the bed.

"Corey?!" Jim asked on a shaky and slurred voice, eyes wide behind the mask, which he pulled off his face. Then in the next moment the strong shock caused his stomach to flip and he barely got time to reach the toilet before retching violently into it.

His whole body was burning up and shaking as more tears fell into the toilet too while emptying the content of his stomach into the porcelain throne until there was nothing left.

All along his mind was running a mile a minute and once he got to the sink to rinse his mouth out and wash his teeth, he tossed his messed-up tee into the corner. He leaned against the counter and stared into his own reflection for the first time since Corey's... death.

His power was somewhat loose and his body still burning from the swirling energies, but his head was cleared more or less and he was just staring into his own glowing mismatched eyes. One a golden-green hazel and the other that insanely blue which his lover had... As realization hit him and he looked down at the two runes glowing on his chest, without wanting it to happen, he felt the familiar leather wings materialize and curl half-way around his half-naked body protectively. As if confirming what Jim finally understood.

The room suddenly started spinning and Jim needed a moment or two to focus on his breathing and look back into his unusual eyes.

"Corey..." he mumbled with disbelief and suddenly remembered the last words of his lover... but this time he finally understood what they really meant...

A broken laugh bubbled up from Jim as he shook his head in disbelief and stroked back his damp hair with both hands. "You little fucker..."

In a few minutes he still could barely believe what he just understood when he felt another presence. He walked into the living area and he was right. Mick was standing there dressed in his usual black colors, icy-blue eyes slightly glowing in the half-light as he was holding the Blade of the Immortals, its tip touching the floor, Mick's palms resting on the top of the handle as the sword had that faint green hue around it.

Jim tore his eyes off the sword and looked up to meet Mick's gaze. "Corey is in me, isn't he?" he whispered hoarsely and very quietly.

"He is. He merged together with you and your powers to evolve you into a higher being. That was the purpose of his existence. He will never leave you in your endless life," Mick said quietly. He was glad Jim finally realized, now maybe he can be less worried about him... "You had to realize yourself and unlock your new powers. This…" he lifted the sword that started to glow brighter from being closer to his master again "this belongs to you. I hid it away because I was afraid you would… do something stupid…" he said clearing his throat and taking the few steps to hand Jim the sword. "I'm glad you found him in you, Jim. I have to check on something now… Be safe…" Mick nodded as a goodbye and was out the door with that.

Taking the sword, he held it by its handle and the blade as quite a few questions popped up in his head. Of course he had to realize this on his own... He snorted to himself as he sniffed, eyes burning again knowing now that it was true. He still wasn't crazy. Corey was living in him now... Like before when he was a Mercy Demon, watching from the shadows, now he was going to do that from inside – even if in a different, probably less conscious form.

But he stopped Jim from killing himself... And... sang his lullaby to him... With a new resolve, Jim promised himself that he would try to focus more inward to feel his love closer. To feel that love which was now spreading in him, thinking of his beautiful boy who has sacrificed so much for Jim. He has to stop pitying himself and start working on getting stronger and master his skills. He has to make sure that Corey's sacrifice wasn't in vain... He has to make Corey proud...

He just... had no clue what to do with the sword he was holding. But the longer he touched the glowing blade, the stronger his resolve got. Until he looked up, sensing someone else entering the room.

"Hi..." Paolo raised his hand in a small wave and even tried a little smile.

The guardian was glowing bright, feeling relived that Jim reached his turning point and didn’t sink into the darkness. The short angel has been around, yes, outside the house, leaning against the wall and sending some of his powers to the suffering man. Feeling and sharing his pain, often endless tears too as they have bonded as mates... Even if Jim loved Corey and Paolo's heart was weak for King... Jim was his pair...

"I... I can help you... with my powers and knowledge. I know you love him. I have been in love with the other Corey for many years too. I respect your feelings, Jim. Can I help you?" he asked quietly and hopeful.

Jim's mismatched eyes were still glowing, leather wings folded behind his back as he really looked at the guardian angel for the first time. The bright golden glow around him didn't hurt Jim's eyes at all. He was short and bald and muscular and also... beautiful, Jim had to admit. Aside from the shortness nothing else reminded him of Corey – which was good. It would have bothered Jim, even if now he knew that his demon lived on inside of him. That was the other reason why he had to stay alive. Because it meant as long as he lived, Corey could exist in him too...

As the silence stretched between the two men, Jim finally sighed and lowered the sword to his side, some runes starting to shimmer in green on its blade by then, its power creeping up on Jim's tattooed arm.

Poor guy... he thought as he watched the angel, so desperate to help him and maybe feel less rejected. But even if Paolo loved another, he at least seemed to understand and accept this situation. And despite the way Jim has been treating him, he still wanted to help him. And if Jim wanted to be prepared for whatever may come, he would need all the help he could get...

"Very well, angel... You can help me... Meet me tomorrow morning here. I have a lot to think about and need some rest before that," he murmured under his mustache, feeling exhausted all of a sudden as he walked back to the bed, leaning the sword against the wall and putting his gun away. Taking Corey's mask back in his hands signaled the end of the conversation for now and soon he felt Paolo leave him alone with his thoughts.

***

Meanwhile Mick was picking up his pace as he was walking towards the building Kerim called his home.

Time was up... The Gods said that day the angel was going to get freed from his punishment. And indeed, he felt his presence in the house…

The big demon felt his heart beating violently in his throat as he walked to the bedroom. At least he could feel the angel of light closer and resting...

He was worried. In the last couple of days Mick was torn between keeping an eye on Jim and fearing for his safety, and also worrying over what the Gods might have done to Kerim. But now with a deep breath he opened the bedroom door and stepped in. And stopped looking at the scene before him.

The room was half-lit, the soft warm light making Kerim's naked skin look even paler – and also it emphasized the bruises left by groping on him, the red welts and color of his ass and the few marks of a whip on his back. The few wounds on his broken skin were already closed. A strange skinny and pale bald man with fully black eyes, many tattoos and only an Egyptian style skirt around his middle was kneeling by the bed and applying some healing balm on said wounds.

The whole scene was supervised by the hairless Sphinx cat Sethi from the top of a drawer, though he was now looking at Mick with a serious-looking expression on his face. He was more than just a cat, that became clear not just from that look but his presence too.

 
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Sensing Mick, Kerim – who was lying on his stomach, damp but clean hair hanging off the bed next to the strange bald man – turned his head towards the door and gave Mick a warm but tired smile. "Hey... I had a feeling you would visit. Come in. This is Konstantinos. He's helping me with the balms."

"Hey..." Mick walked closer slowly, glimpsing back at the cat a few times. "Are you…? How are you feeling? Can you tell me how the gods decided about you? And us? And... I'm sorry... I’m just... So glad to see you and also feel so sorry and... ashamed that you got into this state," Mick said fast as he kneeled down at the bed too by Kerim's head, just looking at his smiling dark eyes and the demon only could think how much he wanted to hold the angel in his arms and kiss him and help him heal faster. But he wasn't sure he was allowed any of that... "Can I treat your wounds?" he asked looking at the weird man then back at the angel.

Konstantinos paused from that question and seemed to stop moving all together. If not for his breathing, he would have looked like a statue.

Kerim glimpsed at Sethi then looked back at Mick, his warm smile returning as he just gazed up at the worried big demon. "Yes, you can, if you want to. The gods allowed us to see each other once I've got the punishment I deserved. And please, don't feel ashamed or sorry. It was my choice and I knew it would have consequences, but I just couldn't refuse you... I paid what I had to. Now we can see each other with their blessing," he reached out to slide his hand into Mick's much bigger one.

"Thank you, Sethi, Konstantinos. You can leave me alone with Mick," he looked at the Sphinx again.

Konstantinos turned his black, almost lifeless eyes at the Sphinx too then stood up and gently picking up the cat left with him.

"He is the slave of the cat of the gods?" Mick asked quietly and he squeezed Kerim's hand in his, leaning in to finally press a kiss to that beautiful face. "I am still sorry. And I'm very happy that you would still want to… like... date me," he said with a playful little smile. After all, the gods allowed them to be... boyfriends... or something like that between a dark demon and the angel of light.

But romance could wait... Mick let go of Kerim's hand to pick the balm pot up and gently smear some over the long deep harsh-looking whip marks on his angel's back.

Once they were alone and Kerim smiled from the peck on his cheek, he sighed, pulling the pillow back under his head, hugging it to him.

"Yes. Sethi is like Smaug. Not a regular cat. He's Seth's. He was created and gifted to Seth by Sotiris a very long time ago. He's like a... demigod, I guess. Konstantinos has been his loyal servant for centuries," Kerim closed his eyes and tried to relax and let Mick work the magical balm into his wounds.

"Of course I want to date you or whatever. You aren't just a great fuck for me," Kerim confessed with a slight blush then moaned a bit as the balm stung his skin where it wasn't that healed yet.

"And just a reminder for you too... don't get on Christos' bad side. He might look quiet but knows how to handle whipping you," he chuckled jokingly and even pointed at his back with a thumb.

Mick smiled as Kerim's words melted his heart. This amazing being wanted him after all...

Then he frowned and his hand even stopped the smearing of the healing balm. "Christos did these? I thought you're the... pet of the two other gods…" he asked confused and took a mental note of the more distant, seemingly closed up and quiet God.

"Yes, he did," Kerim smiled half-way into the pillow then opened his dark-brown eyes, staring at the bed. "No, the pact I had made with them a long time ago bonded me to all three of them. Back then Chris was more involved. But that changed with time and nowadays he's been keeping mostly to himself. Especially now that his... true mate finally crossed his path," he smiled again, honestly happy about that.

"But don't worry, Mick. They did this because I deserved it for going behind their backs. They truly love me. They even made sure that I would be cared for properly under the supervision of Sethi," he reassured the demon and moved his head to be able to look into Mick's blue eyes. "And they allowed us to be together so nothing like this will happen again. Unless it's requested by me from them... or you..." he smiled cheekily.

"I will remember this. Just in case you ask," Mick smirked down at his angel and caressed his face. "You're my boyfriend now... It's so insane. You are so amazing..." Mick said letting a small happy sigh escape his lips and leaned down to kiss Kerim before he would speak too much of what was on his mind and heart.

"You better because I... love it rough," Kerim whispered against Mick's lips, feeling happy as he reached out with one hand and caressed the thick forearm onto which Mick leaned while kissing him.

"Yes, I am your boyfriend now. I hope you ask me out soon, because I'm dying to do this dating thing with you. I never ever dated anyone in the classical sense," he confessed, biting down on his piercing, feeling excited from the possibility of experiencing something new.

"Also, you are amazing too and you don't have to ever hide your feelings from me. I know I can trust you and that it was worth it to go through all this... for us..." he blushed some more.

"I trust you too. And first I help you heal. Then I take you to the best date in the whole history," Mick smiled getting lost in the endless dark eyes.

"I so want this... Us… To make you want me more and more..." the demon confessed and gently laid beside Kerim. Carefully because of the wounds, he turned the pale body to lay on its side facing him, so he would be able to hug Kerim as he put his arm lightly over the hip of his angel. Just enjoying the naked body's closeness as he playfully gave small pecks to the ringed lip.

"I want us too, Mick. I honestly do. You are the first being to whom I've ever been drawn to beside the gods," he whispered as if telling a secret as he let Mick move him onto his side. He scooted a bit closer to his demon and slid a hand under Mick's T-shirt to caress his side and back.

"This is... probably even newer for me. But I love it. You ever went on a date with your exes?" he asked curious while caressing his big man thrilled. Because he had a boyfriend now. Something he never had before.

"I only had one real ex. The first person I had to look after. A woman. She was the one who called me over to this dimension first. We’ve been on like… three dates all together. I never had anyone else close to me like this after her, and before you. You mesmerize me... I can't get my mind off you, Kerim. And it’s not just the sex," Mick whispered back with a small blush, which was not really like his character but he opened his emotion jar up for this creature for whom he felt so deep already. And he wanted Kerim to know everything about him. "You make me very happy and honored for wanting to have this with me. You are my first boyfriend. And the first male I… have feelings for and want to spend all my time with," he whispered even lower and quickly pressed his lips to the angel’s to get a grip of his rumbling emotions.

"Thank you for sharing this with me..." Kerim said slightly out of breath from the deep kiss they exchanged. He reached up with his hand to caress Mick's black hair out of his flushed face. He found him so damn cute like this and figured that it was a very rare thing that someone could see him so... vulnerable and open like this.

"My very first was Seth..." he whispered and now it was his turn to blush. "I felt drawn to him because of his darkness. I feel drawn to you for the same reason...and more. You... intrigue me. Draw me in like a magnet. From the first time I stole a glimpse of you without anyone knowing, not long after you and Corey and Jim had arrived. I just... couldn't help myself. I felt drawn to your presence. And it hasn't changed since then. You make me happy too. Even with just being in the same room with me," Kerim confessed. "I want to be with you... to love you... Be one with your darkness and give you all I can. It might sound too... early, but I've been around for a long time and I know what I want," he added, sliding his hand down to Mick's belt, opening it with one hand. "And now I want you to get rid of all these annoying clothes," he chuckled with a playful glint in his eyes.

Mick took a wobbly breath and bit his lip reaching down to help Kerim with undressing him. "It's not too early... because I feel the same. I want to take care of you and make you happy and share everything with you, because I love you..." he said after kicking off his pants and when the angel hand caressed off his underwear from his hip, he pulled it to his face and kissed into the palm while looking deep into those insanely gorgeous eyes. " You need to heal first... But…" the demon winked and reached between them to take hold of Kerim's erect shaft, caressing his fingertips over it and pull on the skin, never leaving his boyfriend's eyes with his own.

Kerim bit down on his pierced bottom lip hard, fighting a huge grin from Mick's confession. "It makes my head spin but I think I feel the same way..." he whispered then moaned as Mick took hold of his cock. Lifting his own hand – which his boyfriend just kissed into like Seth liked to sometimes do – Kerim licked his palm and fingers sensually then took hold of the demon's cock too to mirror his moves.

"I love your 'but'," he giggled and leaned in to kiss the full lips, moaning softly as he began bucking against the fist around his dick. "Lucky for you... I heal fast... especially with these balms..." he said in between kisses as desire was flooding his body from the big hand's movements around him. "Can't wait for you to fuck me again... You do that so well..." he said dirtily then bit down and sucked on the demon's bottom lip, eyes locking with Mick's again.

"I do? Good to know... Maybe then I should fuck you a lot after you get better. I just love to be one with you. You're so... pure and dirty…" Mick groaned tightening his grip on the hard meat as their hands were working in sync on each other and his small angel boy managed to drive him crazy like this too.

"Oh hell yeah, you do... You rocked my world both times... That's what humans say, no?" he giggled cutely then made a purr-like sound. "I haven't been pure for a long while, but I'm glad you see me like that. I hope you'd want to corrupt me some more," he wiggled his brows and kissed Mick deeply before panting into his mouth from the firmer grip.

"Faster... please..." he moaned, stealing his demon's breath as his own hand tightened around the hard shaft, jerking it faster. "Are you gonna come on me at the end? I'd love that... Being marked by your cum..." he whispered between Mick's lips, so damn turned on from all this and their talk.

"Oh yeah... I love it... Pure dirtiness…" Mick moaned kissing Kerim back. He moved his hips to meet up the jerking hand and twist his own around the leaking cock he was holding.

"Gonna cover your cute flat tummy, baby... You’re making me crazy already…" the demon growled with shining icy blue eyes, his demon fangs showing and he leaned in to use them on Kerim's long neck.

Kerim just giggled to that then it soon turned into moans of pleasure as that big palm smeared his pre-cum down on his shaft and he felt the sharp fangs on his neck. Closing his eyes, the angel's hips bucked harder into Mick's grip, offering more of his neck to his new lover.

"Yes... yes, I want that. Mess me up... I want it so badly..." he panted, twisting his own palm on Mick too and jerking him firmer and faster still as if urging him to do so. It was crazy just how fast Mick could turn Kerim on so much that his head started spinning and his wings – which still looked a bit messed up after the gods’ punishment – materialized without the angel wanting them to.

"Fuck yeah..." the demon raised his head to that and groaned spreading his black leather wings too.

Turning his palm quicker on his lover's cock, he was brushing the sensitive tip again and again with his thumb when Kerim bucked into his hand. He felt how close the angel was getting. Not that he wasn't ready to mess up said cute belly... Taking the sweet lips again in a deep and wild kiss, he did his best to please the moaning being beside him. His darkness swept over the angel of light in his efforts to be spiritually one with Kerim again.

Kerim echoed that groan with one of his own and with half-open eyes admired the big black wings, one curling around his own white ones kinda protectively.

"Love... your wings... so fucking much..." he uttered, barely able to form coherent thoughts by then as his orgasm was steadily climbing up on his spine, ready to explode in any moment – especially when Mick started to tease the tip of his leaking cock so damn excitingly. Of course, Kerim returned that passionate kiss the best he could, but when the demon's darkness finally swept through his opened-up being, Kerim lost it bad. His light reacted to that with a bright explosion and his wounded body jerked, shooting his cum into Mick's palm and onto his cute lower-belly, making Kerim dissolve in his pleasures.

Mick wanted to say some dirty remarks but the way his angel lost it left him breathless.

The light rushed over his being and the orgasming body of Kerim made his hand grip tighter on his throbbing meat. Making the demon gasp and thrust more into the soft palm, giving the final few rubs to his system to join his love in the bliss and release jets of his thick sperm on the mentioned belly again and again, panting and moaning as he kissed Kerim all over.

The blissed-out angel blindly kissed Mick back, moaning into his mouth with each jet landing on his tummy. The pleasure was intense for both of them and damn, Kerim already wanted more, even if he knew his body needed to heal first.

Breaking the kiss after a while, he looked down at his messed-up belly. "So perfect..." he moaned and smeared some of the sperm there just to lift his hand and lick his fingertips clean. "I'm yours now too," he added and took hold of Mick's wet hand to suck a thick finger into his mouth, tasting himself too with another moan.

Mick opened his mouth to say something but again just moaned watching the kinky angel with all the love shining in his blue eyes for him.

"I have some ideas about how you got bonded with the gods," he let a little scoff out and started licking their hands with Kerim. His hips slowly moving against the messed-up belly and the other softening dick. He felt so liberated and calm like he’s never been before. No holding back or hiding feelings, just enjoying all and sharing it with this perfect being, whom his wings kept slightly hugging in a protective manner.

~ Sunlight Moonlight (side story) ~

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