Page 9 of Heart Shaped Wreckage (standalone)

HEATH

Iawoke with a giant erection.

He was so deep in sleep that he didn’t even notice when I removed my arm from around him and gingerly crawled from the bed.

He looked so peaceful and content. I liked that more than I should.

What the fuck was happening to me? Sure, he was fucking hot as hell. That red hair and pasty skin called to me in a very visceral way. I would make him scream my name as I fucked him. I wanted that. It was pure lust, and… it could not happen. Not the way he was, anyway.

He was a person in need, and even though I was a fallen, I was not without mercy and compassion. I would help him because he needed someone to, not because I wanted him to feel any sort of way towards me.

I mean, I could lie to myself, couldn’t I? I’ve been doing it ever since my wings burned.

He would be hungry. I rarely ate, but he was more human than not. I growled as I realized I should have fed him dinner last night. He had to be starving. Who knew the last time he had eaten something?

I opened my fridge and found it almost empty. I had eggs. Well… it would have to do until I could go to the store in the village and get something.

I pulled them out and put a pan on the stove that I almost never used.

I added a little oil and let it get hot before I made scrambled eggs and set them aside so they didn’t keep cooking and burn.

I was not a very good cook. In all my centuries, I had never needed to cook often.

When I decided that human flesh was no longer for me, I ate in the wild.

Deer, rabbits, and other game when I shifted.

But as a person, I preferred to be mainly vegetarian or pescatarian when I did get hungry.

It didn’t happen that often. My essence still burned within me and kept me satiated most of the time.

Hunger was not something I experienced often.

Loneliness was my largest feeling until I moved here.

I had tried to create a life for myself too many times – but it wasn’t until I found Leath that I ever felt like I belonged.

That was a feeling I only ever felt before the fall from grace.

Since then, I had wandered. Even when I was worshipped as a god, I still felt bereft and lonely.

Now, I had friends who filled the need. But I knew that the one who completed me was still something I had never found.

I had given up. To live and watch them die would destroy me if I ever let myself fall in love.

Then he came, and I felt… something different. Something that I had never felt before. Hope.

I hated it because it scared me. I desired it because I wanted it too badly. Nothing good ever came from wanting something badly.

“I smelled that.” He stood there in my bedroom doorway all disheveled and adorable. His red hair stuck up all over his head. “I… Thank you for letting me… uh… sleep in there. I got a little… scared, I guess.”

“It’s a new place,” I muttered as I tried to bury any thoughts I had of taking him in my arms and kissing him good morning. God, I wanted it so badly. Nothing good… I tried to remember. “I thought you might be hungry, so I made you some eggs. Sorry, I'm not a very good cook. I eat… out, mostly.”

“Smells great. I can’t remember the last time I… ate… or anything else, I suppose.” He sighed heavily and glanced down at his thin but hard, naked torso. “Maybe I should get dressed.”

“Yes, and then you can eat. We have a long day ahead of us, I guess.”

“Yeah… The journey to discover if anyone knows who the hell I am. Do you think we’ll find someone?”

“I don’t know,” I answered slowly. “Like I said, it’s a small village and I’ve never seen you before. But maybe?”

He walked over to the chair where his shirt was and slid it down over his body. I looked away. I liked the way he looked without a shirt. I had liked the way my hand felt against his chest while I held him.

“I…”

“Please, eat.” I grabbed a fairly clean plate and spooned the scrambled eggs onto it before I grabbed a fork from the small drawer beside my stove and carried it over to the little, unsteady table in the corner of my kitchen.

“Here. Sit down and eat while I… take a quick shower. We really should get you some more clothes, too. We can stop at Tammi’s while we look and pick you up a few things. ”

“Tammi’s? Is she a friend of yours?”

“She owns a store in town that has clothes.”

“Oh.”

“Eat your eggs. Come and sit, and I’ll…”

“Shower?”

“Yes.”

He walked over and sat down before he picked up the fork and took a small bite. “These are…” He took another. “Really good.”

“I’ll be right back.” I turned and walked through my bedroom and into the small bath.

I turned the shower on and quickly threw my clothes into the hamper.

Being a human took work. When I lived in the wild, I bathed in the streams and rivers where I swam.

Now, I had to shower and try not to smell like the wild, unless I was in the woods running with the pack.

I let the water ease the tension and bathed as quickly as I could. I turned the water off and dried myself with a towel. I turned and gasped.

“I’m… Sorry, I got bored.” He flushed as his jaw dropped.

I quickly wrapped the towel around myself.

“You… God, you’re very… Sorry, I guess I shouldn’t have…”

“No. You have to remember that people have boundaries, and…” I couldn't exactly be mad at him. He was too fucking cute and didn’t always remember how people acted. I wrapped the towel tightly around my waist. “People… humans like to have privacy sometimes.”

“Are you… Do you like privacy?”

“I mean…” I had lived in privacy for too long. “I don’t suppose I care at this time.”

“But… I mean, you were naked. I didn’t think about that.”

I walked over and knelt in front of him. I was so big that we were still face-to-face.

“I’m just not used to having someone around… I don’t actually care, to be honest with you. We’re all born naked, aren’t we? I’m used to being naked around other people, but most aren’t. You should learn to knock before you come in so people know that you’re there.”

“Knock… ok, I can do that.” He smiled as his gaze grazed over my torso. I puffed out my chest. “You’re just so big and… Can I touch it?”

I nodded. “If you want.”

His hands slid over my shoulders and onto my chest. His fingers rubbed through my dark hair that peppered my pecs. His fingers brushed over my nipples, and I growled deeply within my chest.

“Does that feel good?”

“It feels great…” I stood up, and my towel fell to the floor.

He gasped as my cock bounced in front of his face.

“Sorry.” I left the towel on the floor and walked over to my chest of drawers and pulled some clothes out.

“I think we need to give you a name that I can call you. It’s…

It would be helpful, I think.” I pulled my pants on before my cock could stiffen under his gaze. I could feel his eyes boring into me.

“Kevin? I think I like the name Kevin.”

“Kevin?”

“Yeah… I don’t know why, but…” He stood up quickly. “Do you think that might be my name?”

“I don’t know. Maybe?”

“Kevin sounds like a good name to me. Call me Kevin.”

I pulled my t-shirt down over my head and slid my arms into the holes as I straightened it.

“Do I look like a Kevin?”

“What does a Kevin look like?” I chuckled.

“Me, I guess.”

“Then, Kevin, it is. Hey, Kevin, I think you might want to take a shower too. I don’t have any clothes that will fit you, but you can put these back on.” I sniffed. He was indeed rather ripe.

“I can do that.” He stood up and started taking his clothes off before turning to me. “Is this alright?”

I chuckled as I turned towards him. “There are towels in the basket by the sink. Do you… remember how to use the shower?”

He nodded. “Weirdly, yes. It’s strange the things I remember and don’t. I think that I remember more things than I did yesterday.”

“Good. I’ll…” I stared at him as he threw his shirt on the bed and started undoing his pants. “I’ll just be in there.” I pointed, and he grinned so happily at me that it made my heart skip a beat.

“I’ll be back.” He pulled his pants down and kicked them off as he walked into the bathroom, showing me his perfectly toned bubble butt.

Jesus, I wanted to do some very bad things to him, and this was not helping.

I had to stop myself from ripping my clothes off and grabbing him before throwing him onto my bed.

What the fuck was happening to me?

No one had ever caused me such visceral feelings before, and I had no idea who he actually was. Hell, he didn’t know who the fuck he was.

I heard the shower turn on and his giggle as the water hit him.

Today was going to be a very weird day.

I had no idea how true that was going to be.