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Adult ++
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Mornin'
Mike hadn't even stayed awake long enough to pull a blanket over himself before drifting off to sleep. The dark grips of the sandman claimed him and sent him into the deepest sleep he's had in a while. Even before all this Mike was a very fickle sleeper. He lay there not moving one single muscle and began to snore rather loudly, not even noticing as Zach returned from his shower.
The world could have shook and that man would not have stirred an inch. Not until morning came that is. At about 15 past 9 the slamming of a door woke him. Of course he never moved and didn't even open his eyes. God he didn't want to move. It would probably hurt like hell and after a few hours of pain free unconsciousness he wasn't really ready for that. "You still alive over there?" he groaned, still not wanting to move, even to look over at Zach.
Zach woke with a start at the sound of Mikes voice and he groaned loudly. He had jumped a little at the sound. His hand automatically going for the knife he kept under his pillow before he remembered he wasn't alone. And that stabbing the guy he'd saved from a demon last night probably wasn't the best way to start the day. He let his head drop back onto the pillow and lifted his arm to stare at his watch until the little black hands came into focus.
"Fuck me, what are you even awake for? Its only 9am and we didn't get back here till after 4." He groaned as he turned his head in the direction of Mike. The pain of sleeping with the back of his head to the pillow evident as he released the pressure from the gash. He rolled slowly onto his side when he realized that it was a better position for his head and looked over a Mike. He hadn't seemed to of moved. But he was awake, at least Zach assumed he was. That or he was hearing things. "How are you feeling today sunshine?" He mumbled as he tucked his hands under his head and closed his eyes. Completely intending to go back to sleep for a couple more hours.
Mike chuckled softly and turned from his stomach to his back, by the looks he had startled Zach. "Uh sorry man, I don't know.. think I heard something and it woke me up." he glanced over and smiled. If he'd known it was only 9 in the morning he never would have bothered opening his eyes at all. It was still dark in the room thanks to the thick curtains and he hoped, that maybe they could get some more sleep. God knows he really didn't want to venture outside just yet.
"Not sure just yet, ask me in a few hours." he yawned. So far he felt just a bit sore, and the cuts only stung half as bad as they had last night. "What about you, hows the head?" he asked. Still looking over at him, feeling like he should probably just shut up and go back to sleep, but now that he was awake.. he wanted to talk and ask questions. He opened his mouth but snapped it shut. Right now was a bad time, it could wait.
Zach's eyes opened a little when Mike asked him how he was. The other man had turned to face Zach and for the first time he couldn't help but notice just how good looking Mike was. A thought he wanted to push very quickly from his head. The last thing he needed to do was get attached to this guy in anyway. But as he ran his eyes over his face which despite the bruising and scratches was still incredibly handsome he found it hard not to think about.
"I'm ok, feels like a truck ran over my body but other than that I'm peachy. Glad your feeling better though." He said as he decided closing his eyes again was probably a good idea. But just as he went to do it, he saw Mike go to say something and then stop. He sighed and then smirked at him. "Go on then, I'm awake now anyway. What is it you want to say?" He asked.
He knew Mike must have more questions, the ones they'd both been to tired to go into last night. And Zach knew he'd have to tell Mike exactly what he was sure the guy didn't want to hear. That he couldn't tag along with him. That Zach wouldn't help him to become a hunter. It wasn't that Zach was being cruel. He liked Mike from what he could tell of him, and the guy would probably be a good hunter one day. But Zach didn't hunt with anyone... ever. And he certainly wasn't going to be the reason for ruining the guys life any more than it already had been by the demon.
"So on a scale of one to ten.." he laughed out. Feeling like you've been ran over by a truck had to be about a 7 at least. There were so many things he wanted to know. How to start was a little hard to pin point. He knew nothing about this world and frankly it scared the holy hell out of him. For some reason he found comfort in being here with Zach, he knew he was safe and that this man seemed to know what he was talking about.
If Mike planned on doing this who better to show him... "What other kinds of things are out there, you said it was a black eyed demon who got me.. so that means there's more, some who are stronger?" he kept his questioning eyes on the hunter. Thinking that for a moment he'd seen something more than just a *look* from him. Then his stomach went all fluttery and he forgot what else he wanted to ask and he ended up just blinking and waiting.
Zach smiled a little sadly at Mike's questions and thought about where to begin. "Well as for whats out there, pretty much anything you can imagine. Vampires, werewolves, ghosts, ghouls, shape shifters, demons, witches, tricksters. And thats just the short list. You do this long enough and you learn that there is some basis of truth in nearly all myths and legends that we learnt as ghost stories as kids. I have even heard from other hunters that pagan gods exist still."
He paused to let all this sink in and let the information hit Mike. He was hoping that all of this would be to much for Mike. That he would hear it and run along home. But something about the guy told Zach he didn't scare that easy.
"As for demons, yeah they have different levels. Sorta like the military I guess you could say. There are black eyed demons. Don't know if you ever saw yourself in the mirror while it was in you. Or if you even remember it if you did. But your eyes went black when the demon showed itself to others. They are the base level Demons. Powerful and evil yes, but they have nothing on the ones above them. Next in line are yellow eyed demons. I've only ever heard of one. Never seen one, don't want to. But there are more out there I'm sure. They are nasty sons of bitches and normally have more of a reason for being here than the average demon. Some special mission or something.
Then there's the white eyed demons. They are the most powerful and oldest demons hell has to offer. There are not many of them and they don't rise very often but when they do you better hope your not in their way. They are way more powerful than normal demons and it is almost impossible to beat them. I don't even know if the Latin I used last night would send them back or not. Or if a devils trap would even hold them. They are some seriously bad creatures."
He stopped talking and watched Mike carefully, he wanted to judge his reaction not just by what he said but the emotions on his face too. Then there was the fact that Zach was having a really hard time not looking at Mike. Something which again he really wanted to stop thinking about.
Mike listened with wide eyes and as Zach went on he began to look horrified. Vampires, werewolves, ghosts, ghouls, shape shifters, demons, witches, tricksters... what was a trickster!? and vampires. He had always had this romantic fascination with them but now that he knew they were real, well now he wasn't so intrigued by them. One thing in particular made him shutter. "My.. eyes.. went black! That is seriously very fucked up, please tell me they wont be doing that now!" he asked, looking a little pale. He was propped up on his elbow, trying to get a glimpse of himself in the mirror across the way. Very relieved to see a normal set of eyes looking back at him.
He collapsed back on the bed, clearing his throat a bit before going on. "At least you know how to get in on the black eye ones. I want in on it, Zach. You know I have the right to want them all dead, save innocent folks from going through what I did, and I mean wouldn't you like some company? Just till I get the hang of it and can do it on my own?" putting on his best puppy dog eyes he once again tried to ask the man to take him along. He wasn't taking no for an answer, not about this.. "Look one way or another I'm doing this, just think it would be great to have a good teacher is all."
Zach stayed silent for a while after Mike finished talking. A million things going through his head. Did he want Mike around right now when things were getting so bad. Hell no, it would just be something else he had to worry about. Did he want to leave Mike on his own right now to figure it out for himself. God no, the guy would be dead within a month. All hell was breaking loose, or at least Zach was pretty sure it was. Now was not the time for Mike to be out there on his own. But he knew it would just put them both in danger if he let him stay.
Normally it wouldn't have been a question. Zach would have told him to hit the road and wouldn't have looked back. But it wasn't as easy to say to Mike. It wasn't just that he didn't want the guy to get killed either. In all honesty, that wouldn't have mattered to him that much if it were someone else. No the problem was that the long Zach lay here looking at the other man, watching his movements, listening to his voice. The more he wanted to have him around him. It was like he was becoming attached to him without even wanting to. And it was really fucking annoying. Zach didn't do this, he didn't get 'crushes'. Not any more. He had lost to much to even bother trying for relationships these days.
So why on earth was this guy having such an effect on him. Was it just because he was so god damned sexy.... Zach gave a smile that was so sad he felt his heart tighten. He just desperately wanted Mike to tell him he was going back to med school, back to where he was safe. But then, was anywhere really safe for anyone any more. Zach groaned inwardly and before he realized what he'd done, he was running his fingers gently over Mikes cheek and along his jaw line. Watching the trail they took across his skin. Which was soft and warm despite the cuts he had on his face.
"I'm sorry Mike" He all but whispered as he jerked his hand away suddenly as though he just realized he was touching something he shouldn't. Something that burnt. "Mike please, for your own sake. Go back home, become a doctor. Have a normal life..... please"
If there was one thing in the world he never would have expected it was this. The man who saved his life ever so gently caressing his cheek, and in a manner that only could have meant one thing. The relationship between teacher and his potential student was more then just a brotherhood. More than just two men fighting for the good of man kind. Mike was surprised and caught way off guard by Zachs affections toward him. How had this happened, he wondered. Was it another cruel joke being played on his life.. but strangely enough when the warm, comforting hand was pulled away he longed for it again.
He wanted to feel more, though he didn't dare take that leap of reaching out to Zach himself. Mike was far too reserved in his quest for love. He searched the man with his big brown eyes, at a total loss for words and actions. How could he react to that. He wanted it so badly, but how could he ask without looking desperate or strange. Mike had a knack for killing the mood dead. "Zach, please I.." he whispered. "I've had a normal life my whole life, all it's gotten me a bunch of lonely nights. It's making sense now.." leaning forward quickly he fully intended on kissing that man, a man that until now he never expected would be anything more than a friend.
Maybe near death experiences and demon possessions put things into prospective, either that or he'd gone completely loopy. He was about to press his lips to the most interesting man hes ever met and before now Mike never would have dared. Not after only a few hours of knowing him. He didn't care, not after feeling what he did form one tiny touch. "Would you mind if I..." he inched forward, his eyes burning gently he stopped. His lips so close he could feel Zachs warmth. "..kiss you?"
Zach watched as Mike moved closer. He knew what the man wanted to do and he knew that he wanted it to happen. God did he want to let it happen. He wanted to lean in and press his lips to Michael's. He didn't care that his lip was cut and it would hurt. He didn't care that he was to sore to do much more than what he'd already done. All he wanted was to kiss this guy, hold him, make love to him...
...but he couldn't. Wouldn't, Zach knew if he did then it wouldn't matter anymore what he said to Mike. He knew if he allowed himself to kiss the guy then that would be it. He wouldn't be able to let him go. Wouldn't be able to push him out of his life like he was planning to do. And above anything else that though terrified him and cemented his decision to push Mike away. If there was one thing he was more scared of than hunting with another person, of being responsible for the life of someone else. It was falling in love. Love was a weakness evil could use against you. And they did, over and over again. And Zach promised himself he would never let that happen again.
"I'm sorry" He whispered. His voice was broken and his eyes showed how much it hurt him to say no, to turn away. He wanted to hide the pain from Mike, didn't want him to know that it hurt so much. But he couldn't mask it even though he tried. He rolled over and sat up on the side of the bed facing away from Mike. He didn't even dare to look at him. If he did he wasn't sure he wouldn't give in and grab the man to him. Hold him the way he wanted to. FUCK! He screamed inside his head. What the hell was happening to him. How had this shit happened. Was it even possible? Zach couldn't really fathom it, it seemed like a surreal dream. One he really wished he could wake up from.
"I won't let them hurt me again..." he whispered, more to himself than to Mike. He was talking about the evil things that had taken everyone in his life from him that he'd ever cared about. He couldn't go through it again, he just couldn't.
He closed his eyes. There was nothing more bruising to the pride then a refused kiss. Where the warmth once was, was now cold and Mike couldn't help but feel angry, and protective. He pulled his sore body away and sat upright, his legs hanging off the edge. Back to back there was a long moment of silence as he searched for the right words. It pissed him off that he allowed himself to care that much, but he did. "So either risk it, or be alone. I don't know about you but I'm sick of letting fear run my life, Zach. Some time or another you gotta give it up..." he said with a voice stronger than he felt.
Mike wanted to grab Zach and lay a kiss on him so damn good he couldn't force himself to pull away, but he wouldn't. Not if he didn't want it, and he wasn't sure how he would take another moment like before. He wouldn't pretend like he knew where Zach was coming from and why he was so protected, Mikes never had loved ones taken from him in any unnatural way.. not that he knew of anyways. The mans life was blissfully uneventful. "What happened, what did they do to you?" he asked, his back still turned. Genuinely wanting to know why this man was so damned hard to get to.
Zach sighed, he heard anger in Mike's reply and he hoped he was pissed. It would make it easier if Mike learned to dislike Zach... He would be able to walk away if Mike didn't even want him around. And he had to walk away. No matter what happened he had to walk away. But he knew that Mike wasn't going to go back home. He had known it last night. But he had ignored it, trying to tell himself the guy would change his mind.
Sighing he stood up and turned to look at Mike's back. He thought carefully about what to do for a few minutes. He couldn't just let the guy go out there and start hunting without even the basics to back him up. But he refused the idea of him staying around indefinitely. So deciding on the best course of action he grabbed a shirt from his duffel bag and a pair of track pants. He throw them on the bed for Mike and then pulled out a pair of jeans and a shirt for himself.
"One week" He said roughly. Matter of factly. "You get one week with me. I'll teach you the basics and then your on your own. Thats the best I can offer you." He said as he got dressed and realised how hungry he was. He hadn't eating for ages and he was guessing Mike was hungry also. "You hungry?" He asked.
He had not answered or even acknowledged what Mike had said and asked him. Because he wasn't ready to face either the issue of being alone verses having someone like Mike in his life. Or to tell him what had happened in his life to make him so sure that he was better off alone. He didn't want to tell him how everyone he'd ever loved had ended up dead and how he'd not been able to save any of them.
Mike twisted around when something touched his hand. Clothes. Not a hand, as he first thought. "Not going to answer me are you. Big brave Zach, kills demons and shit but one little question and he runs! For fuck sake..." he spat angrily. Jerking the clothes up and whipping them on. God he was so mad, this was twice that he'd been refused what he wanted.
One week. Fine, he thought. "Yeah I'm fucking starving." still angry as hell he got to his feet and turned to Zach. "What did they do.." he asked again. He would ask until he got the answers. Mike wanted to know why this man wouldn't let him get close. He knew Zach wanted it. He could practicably feel the tension between them in the air. "Look I wont judge and whatever it is doesn't leave this room. Shit look what Ive been through, I understand what this can do to people. Zach, please trust me..."
"You understand nothing" Zach growled as he picked up his stuff from the ground and shoved everything into the duffel bag his anger rising. He wanted to punch Mike right now. The fucking balls on this guy. Thinking he knew anything about what Zach had been through in his life. As though being some demons bitch boy for a few weeks made him an expert on pain and suffering.
He stopped his violent packing of his bag and threw it do the ground rounding on Mike in anger. His eyes dangerous as he moved toward him. He pointed a finger at him and glared. "YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT PAIN" He shouted before he stopped himself and turned away. It had been so long since he had stopped to think about all this. Since he had been asked to talk about it. He had buried it deep inside and locked it away. Not dealing with the pain, just hiding it. Tears fell from his eyes as he breathed heavily and he quickly brushed them away with the back of his hand. His back still turned away from Mike.
"You think that what happened to makes you able to understand me? You don't even know me. Why should I give you what you want? Why the fuck should I answer your questions?" He asked, his voice hard and low. "Why shouldn't I RUN?" He said the last word to loudly, as though it was a word he hated. And it was, he didn't like running. But somethings you just couldn't win at. If he let Mike into his life he would just be signing the guys death warrant like he did Adams, and his sisters.. his mothers. Everyone he loved died and he was sick of the guilt, the pain. It was easier to not love. Easier to be alone. And why the hell shouldn't he take the easier way out? The easy way meant no one got killed, no one got hurt...
He stood, quietly. Listening and watching Zachary yell angrily at him. Not knowing the man enough to know what to say or when to stop.. he just kept his mouth shut. He figured by the rage it brought out, this must be to painful and it was better off left alone. "Right, what do I know." he said with a trembling voice. Pushing through that lump in his throat. Zach was horrifying when he was angry, and with all that had gone on recently Mike was teetering on the edge of his breaking point.
He'd always prided himself on being strong, a brick wall weathering any storm. Ah but now he felt himself crumbling. He was glad when Zach turned away from him this time. It allowed him to gather himself, take a moment to breath and also wipe away his own tears. "You shouldn't run because I dont want you to. I'm sorry I shouldn't have pressed the issue, Zach. I just thought.. it might help to talk about it. You know, help me to figure out why you don't want me around." he shrugged and made his way over to the door.
Turning to look at Zach as he reached out for the handle. "We're both running off fumes so lets just, for now.. forget I ever said anything and get something to eat." he knew that later he may have more luck getting this out of Zach.
Zach sighed and closed his eye's tight. He didn't like Mike's answer because it just made it all the harder to keep pushing him away. The guy didn't want him to run from him. But then Zach thought to himself. Mike didn't know what had happened to the other people in his life. Maybe if he knew he wouldn't want to be anywhere near Zach. If he had even half a brain he'd get clear free of him the first chance he got. Its what Zach would do in his place.
He turned back around his face still clouded with anger but softer than it had been. "Look I'm sorry for yelling I just don't want to talk about this shit right now ok." He said his voice trying to stay even and less angry. He looked over Mike and all he really truly wanted to do was to take him in his arms and sink back into the bed with him. But he shook these thoughts from his head and grabbed his keys and wallet. "Come on then, there's a diner across the road thats not to back. Lets eat"
He agreed that they both needed food. They were beat up and weak from hunger. It can't have been helping with their moods or ability to think straight and not fly of the handle like Zach had just done. He didn't normally get angry like that... well not a people anyway. His anger was saved for the evil sons of bitches he hunted. Worked out better that way he found.
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The world could have shook and that man would not have stirred an inch. Not until morning came that is. At about 15 past 9 the slamming of a door woke him. Of course he never moved and didn't even open his eyes. God he didn't want to move. It would probably hurt like hell and after a few hours of pain free unconsciousness he wasn't really ready for that. "You still alive over there?" he groaned, still not wanting to move, even to look over at Zach.
Zach woke with a start at the sound of Mikes voice and he groaned loudly. He had jumped a little at the sound. His hand automatically going for the knife he kept under his pillow before he remembered he wasn't alone. And that stabbing the guy he'd saved from a demon last night probably wasn't the best way to start the day. He let his head drop back onto the pillow and lifted his arm to stare at his watch until the little black hands came into focus.
"Fuck me, what are you even awake for? Its only 9am and we didn't get back here till after 4." He groaned as he turned his head in the direction of Mike. The pain of sleeping with the back of his head to the pillow evident as he released the pressure from the gash. He rolled slowly onto his side when he realized that it was a better position for his head and looked over a Mike. He hadn't seemed to of moved. But he was awake, at least Zach assumed he was. That or he was hearing things. "How are you feeling today sunshine?" He mumbled as he tucked his hands under his head and closed his eyes. Completely intending to go back to sleep for a couple more hours.
Mike chuckled softly and turned from his stomach to his back, by the looks he had startled Zach. "Uh sorry man, I don't know.. think I heard something and it woke me up." he glanced over and smiled. If he'd known it was only 9 in the morning he never would have bothered opening his eyes at all. It was still dark in the room thanks to the thick curtains and he hoped, that maybe they could get some more sleep. God knows he really didn't want to venture outside just yet.
"Not sure just yet, ask me in a few hours." he yawned. So far he felt just a bit sore, and the cuts only stung half as bad as they had last night. "What about you, hows the head?" he asked. Still looking over at him, feeling like he should probably just shut up and go back to sleep, but now that he was awake.. he wanted to talk and ask questions. He opened his mouth but snapped it shut. Right now was a bad time, it could wait.
Zach's eyes opened a little when Mike asked him how he was. The other man had turned to face Zach and for the first time he couldn't help but notice just how good looking Mike was. A thought he wanted to push very quickly from his head. The last thing he needed to do was get attached to this guy in anyway. But as he ran his eyes over his face which despite the bruising and scratches was still incredibly handsome he found it hard not to think about.
"I'm ok, feels like a truck ran over my body but other than that I'm peachy. Glad your feeling better though." He said as he decided closing his eyes again was probably a good idea. But just as he went to do it, he saw Mike go to say something and then stop. He sighed and then smirked at him. "Go on then, I'm awake now anyway. What is it you want to say?" He asked.
He knew Mike must have more questions, the ones they'd both been to tired to go into last night. And Zach knew he'd have to tell Mike exactly what he was sure the guy didn't want to hear. That he couldn't tag along with him. That Zach wouldn't help him to become a hunter. It wasn't that Zach was being cruel. He liked Mike from what he could tell of him, and the guy would probably be a good hunter one day. But Zach didn't hunt with anyone... ever. And he certainly wasn't going to be the reason for ruining the guys life any more than it already had been by the demon.
"So on a scale of one to ten.." he laughed out. Feeling like you've been ran over by a truck had to be about a 7 at least. There were so many things he wanted to know. How to start was a little hard to pin point. He knew nothing about this world and frankly it scared the holy hell out of him. For some reason he found comfort in being here with Zach, he knew he was safe and that this man seemed to know what he was talking about.
If Mike planned on doing this who better to show him... "What other kinds of things are out there, you said it was a black eyed demon who got me.. so that means there's more, some who are stronger?" he kept his questioning eyes on the hunter. Thinking that for a moment he'd seen something more than just a *look* from him. Then his stomach went all fluttery and he forgot what else he wanted to ask and he ended up just blinking and waiting.
Zach smiled a little sadly at Mike's questions and thought about where to begin. "Well as for whats out there, pretty much anything you can imagine. Vampires, werewolves, ghosts, ghouls, shape shifters, demons, witches, tricksters. And thats just the short list. You do this long enough and you learn that there is some basis of truth in nearly all myths and legends that we learnt as ghost stories as kids. I have even heard from other hunters that pagan gods exist still."
He paused to let all this sink in and let the information hit Mike. He was hoping that all of this would be to much for Mike. That he would hear it and run along home. But something about the guy told Zach he didn't scare that easy.
"As for demons, yeah they have different levels. Sorta like the military I guess you could say. There are black eyed demons. Don't know if you ever saw yourself in the mirror while it was in you. Or if you even remember it if you did. But your eyes went black when the demon showed itself to others. They are the base level Demons. Powerful and evil yes, but they have nothing on the ones above them. Next in line are yellow eyed demons. I've only ever heard of one. Never seen one, don't want to. But there are more out there I'm sure. They are nasty sons of bitches and normally have more of a reason for being here than the average demon. Some special mission or something.
Then there's the white eyed demons. They are the most powerful and oldest demons hell has to offer. There are not many of them and they don't rise very often but when they do you better hope your not in their way. They are way more powerful than normal demons and it is almost impossible to beat them. I don't even know if the Latin I used last night would send them back or not. Or if a devils trap would even hold them. They are some seriously bad creatures."
He stopped talking and watched Mike carefully, he wanted to judge his reaction not just by what he said but the emotions on his face too. Then there was the fact that Zach was having a really hard time not looking at Mike. Something which again he really wanted to stop thinking about.
Mike listened with wide eyes and as Zach went on he began to look horrified. Vampires, werewolves, ghosts, ghouls, shape shifters, demons, witches, tricksters... what was a trickster!? and vampires. He had always had this romantic fascination with them but now that he knew they were real, well now he wasn't so intrigued by them. One thing in particular made him shutter. "My.. eyes.. went black! That is seriously very fucked up, please tell me they wont be doing that now!" he asked, looking a little pale. He was propped up on his elbow, trying to get a glimpse of himself in the mirror across the way. Very relieved to see a normal set of eyes looking back at him.
He collapsed back on the bed, clearing his throat a bit before going on. "At least you know how to get in on the black eye ones. I want in on it, Zach. You know I have the right to want them all dead, save innocent folks from going through what I did, and I mean wouldn't you like some company? Just till I get the hang of it and can do it on my own?" putting on his best puppy dog eyes he once again tried to ask the man to take him along. He wasn't taking no for an answer, not about this.. "Look one way or another I'm doing this, just think it would be great to have a good teacher is all."
Zach stayed silent for a while after Mike finished talking. A million things going through his head. Did he want Mike around right now when things were getting so bad. Hell no, it would just be something else he had to worry about. Did he want to leave Mike on his own right now to figure it out for himself. God no, the guy would be dead within a month. All hell was breaking loose, or at least Zach was pretty sure it was. Now was not the time for Mike to be out there on his own. But he knew it would just put them both in danger if he let him stay.
Normally it wouldn't have been a question. Zach would have told him to hit the road and wouldn't have looked back. But it wasn't as easy to say to Mike. It wasn't just that he didn't want the guy to get killed either. In all honesty, that wouldn't have mattered to him that much if it were someone else. No the problem was that the long Zach lay here looking at the other man, watching his movements, listening to his voice. The more he wanted to have him around him. It was like he was becoming attached to him without even wanting to. And it was really fucking annoying. Zach didn't do this, he didn't get 'crushes'. Not any more. He had lost to much to even bother trying for relationships these days.
So why on earth was this guy having such an effect on him. Was it just because he was so god damned sexy.... Zach gave a smile that was so sad he felt his heart tighten. He just desperately wanted Mike to tell him he was going back to med school, back to where he was safe. But then, was anywhere really safe for anyone any more. Zach groaned inwardly and before he realized what he'd done, he was running his fingers gently over Mikes cheek and along his jaw line. Watching the trail they took across his skin. Which was soft and warm despite the cuts he had on his face.
"I'm sorry Mike" He all but whispered as he jerked his hand away suddenly as though he just realized he was touching something he shouldn't. Something that burnt. "Mike please, for your own sake. Go back home, become a doctor. Have a normal life..... please"
If there was one thing in the world he never would have expected it was this. The man who saved his life ever so gently caressing his cheek, and in a manner that only could have meant one thing. The relationship between teacher and his potential student was more then just a brotherhood. More than just two men fighting for the good of man kind. Mike was surprised and caught way off guard by Zachs affections toward him. How had this happened, he wondered. Was it another cruel joke being played on his life.. but strangely enough when the warm, comforting hand was pulled away he longed for it again.
He wanted to feel more, though he didn't dare take that leap of reaching out to Zach himself. Mike was far too reserved in his quest for love. He searched the man with his big brown eyes, at a total loss for words and actions. How could he react to that. He wanted it so badly, but how could he ask without looking desperate or strange. Mike had a knack for killing the mood dead. "Zach, please I.." he whispered. "I've had a normal life my whole life, all it's gotten me a bunch of lonely nights. It's making sense now.." leaning forward quickly he fully intended on kissing that man, a man that until now he never expected would be anything more than a friend.
Maybe near death experiences and demon possessions put things into prospective, either that or he'd gone completely loopy. He was about to press his lips to the most interesting man hes ever met and before now Mike never would have dared. Not after only a few hours of knowing him. He didn't care, not after feeling what he did form one tiny touch. "Would you mind if I..." he inched forward, his eyes burning gently he stopped. His lips so close he could feel Zachs warmth. "..kiss you?"
Zach watched as Mike moved closer. He knew what the man wanted to do and he knew that he wanted it to happen. God did he want to let it happen. He wanted to lean in and press his lips to Michael's. He didn't care that his lip was cut and it would hurt. He didn't care that he was to sore to do much more than what he'd already done. All he wanted was to kiss this guy, hold him, make love to him...
...but he couldn't. Wouldn't, Zach knew if he did then it wouldn't matter anymore what he said to Mike. He knew if he allowed himself to kiss the guy then that would be it. He wouldn't be able to let him go. Wouldn't be able to push him out of his life like he was planning to do. And above anything else that though terrified him and cemented his decision to push Mike away. If there was one thing he was more scared of than hunting with another person, of being responsible for the life of someone else. It was falling in love. Love was a weakness evil could use against you. And they did, over and over again. And Zach promised himself he would never let that happen again.
"I'm sorry" He whispered. His voice was broken and his eyes showed how much it hurt him to say no, to turn away. He wanted to hide the pain from Mike, didn't want him to know that it hurt so much. But he couldn't mask it even though he tried. He rolled over and sat up on the side of the bed facing away from Mike. He didn't even dare to look at him. If he did he wasn't sure he wouldn't give in and grab the man to him. Hold him the way he wanted to. FUCK! He screamed inside his head. What the hell was happening to him. How had this shit happened. Was it even possible? Zach couldn't really fathom it, it seemed like a surreal dream. One he really wished he could wake up from.
"I won't let them hurt me again..." he whispered, more to himself than to Mike. He was talking about the evil things that had taken everyone in his life from him that he'd ever cared about. He couldn't go through it again, he just couldn't.
He closed his eyes. There was nothing more bruising to the pride then a refused kiss. Where the warmth once was, was now cold and Mike couldn't help but feel angry, and protective. He pulled his sore body away and sat upright, his legs hanging off the edge. Back to back there was a long moment of silence as he searched for the right words. It pissed him off that he allowed himself to care that much, but he did. "So either risk it, or be alone. I don't know about you but I'm sick of letting fear run my life, Zach. Some time or another you gotta give it up..." he said with a voice stronger than he felt.
Mike wanted to grab Zach and lay a kiss on him so damn good he couldn't force himself to pull away, but he wouldn't. Not if he didn't want it, and he wasn't sure how he would take another moment like before. He wouldn't pretend like he knew where Zach was coming from and why he was so protected, Mikes never had loved ones taken from him in any unnatural way.. not that he knew of anyways. The mans life was blissfully uneventful. "What happened, what did they do to you?" he asked, his back still turned. Genuinely wanting to know why this man was so damned hard to get to.
Zach sighed, he heard anger in Mike's reply and he hoped he was pissed. It would make it easier if Mike learned to dislike Zach... He would be able to walk away if Mike didn't even want him around. And he had to walk away. No matter what happened he had to walk away. But he knew that Mike wasn't going to go back home. He had known it last night. But he had ignored it, trying to tell himself the guy would change his mind.
Sighing he stood up and turned to look at Mike's back. He thought carefully about what to do for a few minutes. He couldn't just let the guy go out there and start hunting without even the basics to back him up. But he refused the idea of him staying around indefinitely. So deciding on the best course of action he grabbed a shirt from his duffel bag and a pair of track pants. He throw them on the bed for Mike and then pulled out a pair of jeans and a shirt for himself.
"One week" He said roughly. Matter of factly. "You get one week with me. I'll teach you the basics and then your on your own. Thats the best I can offer you." He said as he got dressed and realised how hungry he was. He hadn't eating for ages and he was guessing Mike was hungry also. "You hungry?" He asked.
He had not answered or even acknowledged what Mike had said and asked him. Because he wasn't ready to face either the issue of being alone verses having someone like Mike in his life. Or to tell him what had happened in his life to make him so sure that he was better off alone. He didn't want to tell him how everyone he'd ever loved had ended up dead and how he'd not been able to save any of them.
Mike twisted around when something touched his hand. Clothes. Not a hand, as he first thought. "Not going to answer me are you. Big brave Zach, kills demons and shit but one little question and he runs! For fuck sake..." he spat angrily. Jerking the clothes up and whipping them on. God he was so mad, this was twice that he'd been refused what he wanted.
One week. Fine, he thought. "Yeah I'm fucking starving." still angry as hell he got to his feet and turned to Zach. "What did they do.." he asked again. He would ask until he got the answers. Mike wanted to know why this man wouldn't let him get close. He knew Zach wanted it. He could practicably feel the tension between them in the air. "Look I wont judge and whatever it is doesn't leave this room. Shit look what Ive been through, I understand what this can do to people. Zach, please trust me..."
"You understand nothing" Zach growled as he picked up his stuff from the ground and shoved everything into the duffel bag his anger rising. He wanted to punch Mike right now. The fucking balls on this guy. Thinking he knew anything about what Zach had been through in his life. As though being some demons bitch boy for a few weeks made him an expert on pain and suffering.
He stopped his violent packing of his bag and threw it do the ground rounding on Mike in anger. His eyes dangerous as he moved toward him. He pointed a finger at him and glared. "YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT PAIN" He shouted before he stopped himself and turned away. It had been so long since he had stopped to think about all this. Since he had been asked to talk about it. He had buried it deep inside and locked it away. Not dealing with the pain, just hiding it. Tears fell from his eyes as he breathed heavily and he quickly brushed them away with the back of his hand. His back still turned away from Mike.
"You think that what happened to makes you able to understand me? You don't even know me. Why should I give you what you want? Why the fuck should I answer your questions?" He asked, his voice hard and low. "Why shouldn't I RUN?" He said the last word to loudly, as though it was a word he hated. And it was, he didn't like running. But somethings you just couldn't win at. If he let Mike into his life he would just be signing the guys death warrant like he did Adams, and his sisters.. his mothers. Everyone he loved died and he was sick of the guilt, the pain. It was easier to not love. Easier to be alone. And why the hell shouldn't he take the easier way out? The easy way meant no one got killed, no one got hurt...
He stood, quietly. Listening and watching Zachary yell angrily at him. Not knowing the man enough to know what to say or when to stop.. he just kept his mouth shut. He figured by the rage it brought out, this must be to painful and it was better off left alone. "Right, what do I know." he said with a trembling voice. Pushing through that lump in his throat. Zach was horrifying when he was angry, and with all that had gone on recently Mike was teetering on the edge of his breaking point.
He'd always prided himself on being strong, a brick wall weathering any storm. Ah but now he felt himself crumbling. He was glad when Zach turned away from him this time. It allowed him to gather himself, take a moment to breath and also wipe away his own tears. "You shouldn't run because I dont want you to. I'm sorry I shouldn't have pressed the issue, Zach. I just thought.. it might help to talk about it. You know, help me to figure out why you don't want me around." he shrugged and made his way over to the door.
Turning to look at Zach as he reached out for the handle. "We're both running off fumes so lets just, for now.. forget I ever said anything and get something to eat." he knew that later he may have more luck getting this out of Zach.
Zach sighed and closed his eye's tight. He didn't like Mike's answer because it just made it all the harder to keep pushing him away. The guy didn't want him to run from him. But then Zach thought to himself. Mike didn't know what had happened to the other people in his life. Maybe if he knew he wouldn't want to be anywhere near Zach. If he had even half a brain he'd get clear free of him the first chance he got. Its what Zach would do in his place.
He turned back around his face still clouded with anger but softer than it had been. "Look I'm sorry for yelling I just don't want to talk about this shit right now ok." He said his voice trying to stay even and less angry. He looked over Mike and all he really truly wanted to do was to take him in his arms and sink back into the bed with him. But he shook these thoughts from his head and grabbed his keys and wallet. "Come on then, there's a diner across the road thats not to back. Lets eat"
He agreed that they both needed food. They were beat up and weak from hunger. It can't have been helping with their moods or ability to think straight and not fly of the handle like Zach had just done. He didn't normally get angry like that... well not a people anyway. His anger was saved for the evil sons of bitches he hunted. Worked out better that way he found.
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Authors Note: the end of this chapter! let me know how you like it so far?