Into What May Be

I scowled, still jittering from the unholy hookup. The tea tray sat on his nightstand, untouched. The ghostly music from upstairs was audible through the door. A stray skeleton waltzed by. I shrieked.

"There are dead people out there!"

"They're my guests."

"Me or the dead people, Samael. You can't have both."

He chucked the pillow at me. "Women ruin everything." His eyes flashed an angry red. He watched me struggle through the mounds of snake tail as he delicately prepared his cup of daily tea. "Next you'll have me clip my wings."

"I could make cool dream catchers out of them for Experimental Art class."

"You'd be dead in the morning."

"Fletch arrows with them?"

"As if you could shoot a bow."

"You're a misogynist pig- I mean snake. A misogynist copperhead.."

He forced a cup of hot tea on me. "Calm down, maggot. Drink." It was mint and appeared to relax him. The telltale blush faded from his cheeks, and he looked like Dracula again. He caressed my shoulder, lifting a scone to my lips. "Eat," he urged me.

I took a bite; he shuddered. "It's the chocolate, I know," I said. "Gets me every time."

"If I covered myself in it, would you find me more appetizing? Would you devour my skin?"

"You want me to lick you? - okay, never mind. That was a dumb question."

He put the rest of the scone in a very questionable place. I went for it carefully, but he forced my head down, snatching the scone away so my lips could replace the pastry.

"Cheese," he pointed at the scone. "Mouse." The tail hit me again.

I bit him in anger. "You bastard."

His cup smattered on the ground. "No." he roared. "Too much! NOT JUST AFTER WE HELD CONGRESS- OY HAVAH!"

I straddled him, glaring. He hissed. "Drink your tea, Corpseboy," I said drily. His tortured expression almost drew my pity. He drank my untouched cup, porcelain trembling in his hand as he throbbed below. I squeezed my hips around him and smirked.

"You are insatiable," he grated.

"It's just your own medicine, Bonebutt."

He growled, rising slowly into me. "Stop calling me tacky names. Nicknames are my thing, not yours."

"So it's like you're on and off switch. This weird ass hemipenes, I mean," I mused, opening to let him fill both my holes with his double serpent cock. I lowered myself slowly onto him, hissing in turn. He watched me with unfocused eyes, eating the scone like he had a concussion.

"Wurgh?" he said, crumbs falling from his placid lip.

"I guess all the aether goes from your head to here." I flinched, cinching my canal muscles around him. "No wonder they call it a death bed. This thing could kill me." I gasped, stretched to my limit. "Oh god," I whispered, forcing myself down until I swallowed him below.

He bit his claws anxiously. Black drool ran from his lips.

"I guess I'm on my own, then." I worked my way up and down his length, crying out when the pain hit. I rode it anyways. He thrusted instinctively into me, his eyes completely dead.

I vaguely wondered why I was doing this, orgasms aside. I had nothing to give thanks for. I certainly did not love him anymore than I had before this, shadowed memories aside. We were still mostly just fuckbuddies leading to something… more. And what the hell about Michael's crush on me? And the fact Cain thought I was his mother??? I did not have a clue about the immortality of souls: all there was, in my mind, was this life. Shannon O'Connell, newly college-bound for her third semester to Hortense University and wide-eyed to the world. All I really cared about was saving Mo… Maybe Samael would stay behind in this Twilight Zone at summer's end, or vanish just as easily as he came.

Maybe this whole past year had been – a dream?

Speaking of coming. Samael foamed at the mouth. I leaned down to his chest, kissing the wound old as time.

"Succubus," he rasped. "You are a different girl when impassioned.

"How did you know? I never taught you. You tempted me, Havah, beguiled me. When the change came, I thought my manhood gone. That I was crippled, legless, subhuman. I fell into madness and could not speak. I could not even stand. I dragged myself through dust, not even knowing your name."

"All I knew was I had to find you, that you would heal me. You always do."

His wound closed, swallowing the rib behind new skin. Tears fell from his eyes.

"I love you, Shannon. I love you. More than you can know."

When he came, he was empty, no burning or storm inside me. I laid out on his chest, breathing deeply. He knotted his hands through my hair, whispering my name. I sighed, turning so my hips were on his stomach and my head fit below his neck. He groaned, one hand snaking weakly to my breast, the other between my leg. His breaths came peaceful, and his eyes closed.

Into what never was, or perhaps

Would be.