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I fell silent. It was true. He smirked, sensing victory over our petty argument. "Which also means you'll have to obey my every whim. I can bend you to my will, make you my slave," he taunted, sliding closer.

"Free will! I have free will!" I protested, in distraught. I was a fish out of water, completely an endangered rabbit in the grip of the cobra's black coils.

His fangs gleamed.

He delicately touched my heart.

"But I hold your life in my hands."

"I don't care," I glowered.

Samael grinned crookedly, gathering me in his arms and resting against me. "I do. Now kiss me, maggot."

"Fat chance."

"Chance is a skinny bitch."

"It's an expression- mmf!" I was muffled by his lips. Not that I really minded.

My body snuck off the couch downstairs, out the door, snickering. My brain was heavily sedated. See, I told you: he's hot, my body whispered.

Yeah, maybe, I thought. In a creepy psycho-killer way. You saw what he did to Eve!

Samael paused, gazing at me, warmly puzzled. "What goes on inside mortal minds..." he wondered aloud, kissing my neck passionately, "during moments like this?" he whispered.

Hell YEAH! my body thought.

"Not much," I said drily. He looked at me like I had escaped from an asylum. Coming from him, that meant something... I gasped. "Don't touch me there!"

He grinned devilishly. "Why not? Too sensitive? It's just a bundle of nerves."

"You're disgusting!"

"Not that one, you idiot! What do you take me for, Zeus?" he said, offended. "Don't you know your own bodily structure?"

"Yes, and I know that it's not that. But it doesn't make it any better!"

"I mean, I'm a gentleman. I'll wait at least another hour before I test that one out, now you're your soul is mine-"

"You filthy liar."

"Ooops," he said drily. "My hands slipped. Whatever in the world is this?"

My brain woke up. This is wrong, Shannon. Absolutely wrong. He made you undead!

You're a prude, my body snapped back. Would you let me live a little?

Your lucky to be alive.

Blah blah blah. Screw you. I'm enjoying this.

Until he loses control, you idiot. Remember last time-

LA LA LA I CAN'T HEAR YOU- what the bleeding HECK! What's he doing?

I told you.

Told me what?

Good luck. Fend for yourself. I'm going back to bed.

Wait!-

"Sam? Sam!" I said, voice faltering.

He groaned.

"Samael?"

"Yeah... that's my name... ugh..."

"You're doing that thing again!"

"Yes... we're definitely... doing it."

"No! The other one!

"Shut up... maggot... oh sweet god... you're making me... Christian... ugh... so... good..."

"STOP," I cried, watching as his form began to shift.

"Never..." he groaned. "I'm seeing... stars... I usually... don't give a damn... about- UGH- the stupid stars.... Aren't they... ah!- marvelous!"

"No, they're terrible! Stars are bad, Sam. Bad stars!"

My body tried to ignore the pleasure coursing through me. We're in deep crap, it thought. He has no self-control.

I groaned inwardly. Why didn't I think of that beforehand?

"You're... my -aaah!- moon, babe... my sweet-assed... moon... agh!... Damn it... too... much- augh! Son of a -ah!- Gorgon!"

"Son of a gun," I cursed weakly. "Stop- you're losing control of yourself!"

"Losing myself- agh!- in... you... Heaven in... ah!... you... I haven't... made- ah!- love like this... in ages. Agh!"

"No, I mean you're literally losing your form! Like last time!"

"Don't... sweet mother!... care."

"Yes, you do, you really do! Stop looking at the dumb stars, Sam!"

"You can't... uah!- make me.... you asked for this- ah!"

"No I didn't! I said we could experiment!"

"This is... part of... the experiment- HELL YES!- loosen up.... live a little. OH! HELL YES! THAT'S BLOODY WONDERFUL-"

"Sam!-"

SHUT UP, WORM. NOW ROLL OVER SO I CAN ENJOY THE BACK VIEW.

"This experiment is over! It fails- hey! Get off me!"

YOUR LIPS... ARE LIKE- ah!- WINE...

I was being tongued by darkness. It was humping a frozen pole.

"Mmmf!" I screamed, feeling my skin turn blue with cold. I flailed, but he crushed me into place, hands like cuffs.

AAARGH!

"You're going to give me frostbite in the worst place imaginable!" I said, staring pleadingly up at his shadowed form. "Pull yourself together, now!"

He looked at me sulkily, reining his darkness in. YOU'RE... NO... Aaah!... fun...? He moaned, reconsidering. NO... STILL WONDERFUL... urgh...

"See? And I don't have to freeze to death."

BUT I'M... nghh... DYING...

"That's kind of a conundrum."

YOU'RE KILLING ME- AH!- HOLY LORDS OF ROT AND BLOOD! JEZEBEL AND JUDAS! SWEET MOON, SHINE ON ME!

"Stop making this sound like a Satanic ritual!"

NGH. WHY ARE YOU- AH- STILL COGNIZANT?

"Because, despite enjoying this, I'm terrified. You, not so much- ah!"

THAT'S BETTER. NOW SQUIRM, LITTLE MAGGOT. AGH!

"You sound like you're being tortured!"

TRYING TO... RESTRAIN MYSELF... LIKE TORTURE.... SO GOOD. GOOD TORTURE...

"You call this restraint?"

YES... BALANCE- AH!- BALANCE IS... GOOD. MORE. MORE!

"Can you shut up?" I snapped, then squealed. "Your mouth doesn't need to do that!"

...mmm...

"Ah- oh my god. Oh my god oh my god oh my god-

I'M YOUR GOD.

"Hell yes. Ah!"

KNEW YOU'D LIKE- auch!- THIS

"Oh sweet god. Just kill me now."

He stopped immediately, glaring. "No," he said fiercely. "Never"

"I didn't mean it like that!" I said in utter exasperation.

"Then what did you mean?" he spat.

"Nothing! We were talking nonsense!"

"That's not a statement I can take lightly, Shannon. After all I've done- What the Hell?" he asked in surprise as I straddled him, grinding against him. His eyes glazed over. "I like this side of you..." he murmured.

"Hell yes."

"Hell indeed..."

"Shut up, Corpseboy. Pretend you're not here- ah! It's easier for me... holy crow!"

"Easier!?!" he demanded.

"Just screw me, you asshole! Make me forget everything."

WHY IS IT EASIER IF YOU FORGET ME!

"Because then I'm not worried about putting my life in danger!"

I'LL ENDANGER YOU, YOU BRAT. FEEL THREATENED YET?