"If you could

I know that you'd stay

We both know

Things don't work that way."

- Lady Gaga, Joanne

"You went here just for us to talk about your love life?" Slate asks Maki as he glares at him hard, as if he wants to murder him right there, where he's standing. "We were about to have sex, and you went here just to talk about your fucking love life? Who does that?" My face burns brightly than a bulb could ever do.

"Apparently, me." Maki says nonchalantly, shrugging off his shoulders as if he doesn't care that Slate is fuming now in anger. Well, knowing Maki, he really doesn't care if Slate is angry or not. They bicker and fight like cats and dogs. So I figure that Maki has gotten used to Slate's attitude and ways. "Anyways, I just need your boyfriend's help, okay?"

"How can I be of help?" I mutter, scratching my cheeks, not really sure why he needs my help rather than Slate's. Slate looks at me, then back to Maki. I wish I could see his thoughts. Slate frowns and now I clearly have the sight of the expression etched across his beautiful face; he's looking at him suspiciously. Of course, Slate being Slate, he doesn't trust him. The whole world will end first before he can trust Maki. "It's not like I could do something with your love life." He couldn't possibly know that I'm an Angel of Love, who doesn't have any idea of what love even means. Of course Slate will never ever tell him.

"You have an angel friend who has a werewolf boyfriend, right?" he confirms. My eyes go wide. Though he didn't mention any names, the fact that he knows Leandre has a werewolf boyfriend is enough to make my heart race. If he knows it, then who else does? My mouth opens, wanting to deny it. But I can't. I'm an angel, and it would do me harm if I lie, that's what I believe. That's one thing I hate in my life. Lying. Lying messes things up, covers the truth and buries it deep down the ground. It could ruin anything. I know that telling him the truth might put Leandre in danger, and that's one of the things I don't want to happen at all. Not to my parents, not to my friends, not to the other angels, and not to the mortals. "Don't worry, he will not be in danger. I promise. I need your help so I can get his help. See, I have a thing for this entity, not human, but a werewolf. And I figure that... I could learn more about their kind. You know, I want to claim that werewolf as mine."

"What makes you think that he'll want to help you?" Slate says in a gruff tone, clearly annoyed by the fact that Maki is asking for help. Now I wonder if he always asks a help, or if this is just his first time. Anyways, I'm still thinking whether it's a good idea to make him meet Leandre.

The question silences Maki. Of course I want to help him. I just hope that it's going to be done in some other way instead of him meeting Leandre just so he could learn about the werewolf kind. I don't even see the point of that. It would be easier if I could just take a look and read what's going on inside his head. Plus, I don't think that Leandre has a lot of information about werewolves. He may have a werewolf boyfriend, but that doesn't mean he knows a lot about them. Yes, he mentioned to me that werewolves have this thing called mates. And since it's true, I doubt that werewolf whom Maki wants to claim is going to want him. He probably has a mate waiting for him. Is it possible for the werewolves to have a demon mate? How does that thing work? God, suddenly I want to throw a lot of questions to Leandre.

"Isn't that what angels do, help those whoever in need of help?" This question irritates Slate more. He frowns, clenches his fist, and sensing that Slate is getting angry, Maki puts his arms up in surrender.

Angrily, Slate asks. "So if we, because there's no way I'm going to let him go by himself, help you, what's in it for us?"

"Well, you can continue having sex for as long as you want, whenever you want, without me bugging you or suddenly appearing by the windows of your unit." Maki says smugly, grinning widely at us, as if he thinks that he has proposed the most brilliant thing ever. Which, well, sounds amazing, I hate to admit it, but that's true. Slate makes me needy of him. Heavens, how can he be so cruel? "So..."

"Fucking fine," Slate says through gritted teeth. "We're going to help you, and once this is done, you will never ever bug us. I swear if you break your word, I'm going to bury your demon body to the Holy Land and I'll laugh and mock you there. Don't test me, Dantalion. Don't fucking test me. Because you damn well know that I don't bluff."

"I know that. Deal."

"Deal."

They both look at me. I've got no choice. "Can I say no?"

"No," Slate says, shaking his head, grimacing. "Do you want his face to appear whenever we have sex? And for fuck's sake, whatever happened in our bedroom, that was supposed to be our first time. And this fucking idiot of a demon ruined it. He ruined it. Do you want that to happen often?" I shake my head. "Then you don't have the right to say no, so say fucking yes."

"Fucking yes," I mutter, blushing hard.

Slate and Maki look at me with wide eyes, completely shocked that I let the F word slip out of my mouth. Then Slate says, "Fucking hell, you're so hot when you fucking curse. Go away, Dantalion. We'll talk tomorrow. For now, I need him so bad. Get out, get out, get the fuck out!"

"Fine, fine!" Maki rolls his eyes, standing up. Then he throws me a wink. "FYI, he likes it rough. Good luck."

When Maki finally leaves, leaving Slate and I alone in the living room, the tension is now thick. And yes, I figure that it's a sexual tension just lingering in the air. I didn't know and expect that it would be this thick. Maki said that Slate likes it rough, and I'm not sure if I could take it. Heavens, I'm not even sure if I want to have sex with him. I mean, I'm an angel for Pete's sake and yet, I'm engaging myself sexually with a demon? This is seriously the most bizarre thing ever. The most bizarre that I have ever encountered in my whole life.

Slate looks at me, his eyes as dark as night, still hazy. My heart races faster the more I stare at him and the longer he stares back, a chilling sensation creeps up my spine. Slowly he begins to take a step forward, his eyes steady on mine. Every step he takes is intimidating, keeping me in place. I want to move, to move backwards, but his eyes are doing its magic to me.

When I'm within reach, his hands rest on my shoulders, gripping it lightly, but it's enough to make me flinch. I know for a fact that Slate would never hurt me. But... right now, I'm scared of him. No, scratch that, I'm scared of what will happen next. Now that we're both alone, he can do anything he wants to do with me. I want it to happen but at the same time, I don't. I'm not prepared. I'm prepared. I'm actually confused right now.

"I want you so fucking bad," he whispers huskily, sending shivers down my spine.

His arms slide down to my waist, pushing me closer, closing the gap between us. The closeness keeps me hot. I have the itch to run my fingers across his smooth skin, but his eyes keep me in check, still holding me in a place. Slate leans down and plants his lips on mine and my eyes slowly shut.

Good Lord, his lips are just so awesome. It's full of magic and wonders. His lips move with mine in ease, with passion and intensity. I wish the fear would just go away, but no matter how hard I try, how many times I tell myself that this is going to be beyond amazing, I can't help but feel scared. Is this normal to feel? Is this normal to have, right before the moment comes?

"Kiss me," he says softly. I look up at him, feeling my heart race even faster than ever. It's not really a demand, but there's something in his voice that soothes me, that urges me to do what he said. I tiptoe, planting my lips against his and then he begins kissing me back, his hand resting at the back of my neck, guiding me.

Transporting us back into his bedroom, he lies me down on my back on the bed, not breaking the kiss. His fingers caressing the skin of my stomach, which makes me shiver in delight. He undresses me, taking off every fabric that I have worn after Maki decided to barge into our unit. Once the clothes are all gone, he puts butterflies kisses across my jaw down to my collarbone, then to my stomach down to the most sensitive part of my body. He takes a hold of me, his long and calloused yet soft fingers curling around me, pumping me. I let out a moan, which urges him to continue what he's doing. His eyes are clouded with lust.

Then what he does next completely shock me. He engulfs me with his mouth, his tongue swirling just around the tip. My arms shot sideward, gripping the sheets as if I'm holding on for dear life. He continues to suck me, and it lasts for God knows how long. Until finally, he lets go of me and begins kissing his way up to my lips. His hands are now groping my butt cheeks, pulling it apart while his index finger teases my hole, which surprisingly brings me pleasure. How is that possible? I don't even know.

"I'll ask you again, do you trust me?" he asks, his eyes boring into mine. Without hesitating, I nod, biting down my lower lip. His eyes become darker, and I figure it's because of my lip biting. "This will do." He lifts his hand up, spits on it, and rubs it around his monstrous member.

Once done, he positions himself into me, lifting my legs and placing them on his shoulders, then slowly eases his way in. My eyes shut, feeling the pain, feeling like I've been being teared apart. I refuse to let out any uncomfortable sounds; I purse my lips hard, enough to hurt me. As he goes all the way in, a tear slips out my right eye. When I open them, I see Slate leaning down and planting a soft kiss just on the edge of my eye where a tear has slipped, brushing it away.

Then Slate begins to move in and out. The feeling turns from pain to pleasure as each time he slams his monstrous member inside me. His pace is just okay, not really fast and not really slow. Each time the tip reaches my entrance, he slams it back right with enough force to make me whimper in need and pleasure.

The room has been filled with pants, moans, groans, and the sound of the creak of the bed as Slate continues to thrust in and out of me. I'm a mess underneath him as he works himself in and out of me. I cry out loud when he hits something inside me that makes me see stars, that makes me throw my arms around him and claw his back. He grunts, thrusting hard in me and I let out another cry of pleasure.

He keeps muttering incoherent words, and grips my member, pumping it, synching it with his thrust. I open my mouth, but this time, no sound comes out. It's as if I'm screaming.

"Do you believe in love?" he manages to ask me, resting his forehead against mine. "I think this is love. What we're doing right now, we're doing it out of love." He tells me, then lets out a cry as he explodes inside me, coating my walls with his loads. I come, too, at the same time with him, spurting it across my stomach and some on my chest. He lets out a chuckle. "Yeah, this is love."

Is it?

"It is."

I know. This is all you've been waiting for! To be honest, it was so hard to write this chapter. When I was writing this chapter, it felt like it wasn't the right time for them to do the deed, but I figured that this would build more secure connection between them. Since our Adrian has no idea what love is, perhaps this could give him at least an idea. They already trust each other, so maybe Slate could give meaning to it for Adrian? What do you think?

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