“Chased me away?” Matthias laughed again, the sound dry and breathless at the same time. “Have you met me, Sam? No one chases me away. I get bored.” That much was true. It seemed to him that individual humans were very limited in their ability to keep his interest up. A few years, a few decades at most and he’d wrung all he could want from them. Nothing fresh and exciting remained.
Or maybe he just grew bored of being who someone else wanted him to be.
That’s something that made Sam different. Matthias didn’t have to pretend to be someone or something else with the wolf. Sam knew from the start what he was accepting into his life – and accepted regardless. Even Matthias would think it mad to welcome a demon into one’s life. And yet… Sam did. Knowing what he was, knowing what he took. Sam stayed, didn’t cast him out even after seeing the way he toys with others so eagerly, so frequently.
For that reason, first and foremost, Matthias found him interesting. Fascinating, even. All this time he wondered how long this could go on. How long would Sam watch him lay waste to others for fun and feeding before telling him to go. That was their deal: until one of them grew bored of the other.
Now things were even more interesting than before. Sam wanted him. Not just for a fun and easy lay, but he actually cared about the demon. Loved him, he said. A pity Matthias doesn’t know what it feels like to love someone. Oh, but he knows how it feels to be loved. He’s been loved by many. So, so many. He loved the way they loved him, but he hated the way he’s supposed to love them back.
Things were different Sam. Matthias didn’t set out to make the wolf fall for him. It just happened. More than that, what he loved was real, not some role Matthias was playing all this time. There was something so very jarring in that knowledge. He didn’t want to think too deeply on it as it made his heart race and his breath hard to catch.
Reaching over, the demon trailed a fingertip just beneath his eyes. The wolf’s eyes. Those of a predator. What little color remained in Matthias’ eyes grew slight when they dilated further at the sight of him. A glimpse of Sam’s monster.
“You should let your monster out more often,” he sighed. “Or is this how you always fuck?”
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Or maybe he just grew bored of being who someone else wanted him to be.
That’s something that made Sam different. Matthias didn’t have to pretend to be someone or something else with the wolf. Sam knew from the start what he was accepting into his life – and accepted regardless. Even Matthias would think it mad to welcome a demon into one’s life. And yet… Sam did. Knowing what he was, knowing what he took. Sam stayed, didn’t cast him out even after seeing the way he toys with others so eagerly, so frequently.
For that reason, first and foremost, Matthias found him interesting. Fascinating, even. All this time he wondered how long this could go on. How long would Sam watch him lay waste to others for fun and feeding before telling him to go. That was their deal: until one of them grew bored of the other.
Now things were even more interesting than before. Sam wanted him. Not just for a fun and easy lay, but he actually cared about the demon. Loved him, he said. A pity Matthias doesn’t know what it feels like to love someone. Oh, but he knows how it feels to be loved. He’s been loved by many. So, so many. He loved the way they loved him, but he hated the way he’s supposed to love them back.
Things were different Sam. Matthias didn’t set out to make the wolf fall for him. It just happened. More than that, what he loved was real, not some role Matthias was playing all this time. There was something so very jarring in that knowledge. He didn’t want to think too deeply on it as it made his heart race and his breath hard to catch.
Reaching over, the demon trailed a fingertip just beneath his eyes. The wolf’s eyes. Those of a predator. What little color remained in Matthias’ eyes grew slight when they dilated further at the sight of him. A glimpse of Sam’s monster.
“You should let your monster out more often,” he sighed. “Or is this how you always fuck?”