“You are not taking him anywhere!” he growled. The mere thought of it spiraling him into a rage. He couldn’t lose Tally, couldn’t let someone take him away. It was an awful prospect. Far more terrifying than facing whatever Zephaniah was.
Zephaniah raised an eyebrow, “Oh, I do like feisty.”
“He is mine!” snarled Tally, as he got out of bed, apparently happy to face the prince of hell naked.
“I know that. I’m not stupid enough to mess with you,” said Zephaniah, raising his hands in surrender.
Sam felt his eyes nearly pop out of his head at that revelation. The prince of hell was scared of his boyfriend? Then his mind flew into a panic about thinking of Tally as his boyfriend when he hadn’t even asked yet. And then he chided himself for being concerned about that, of all things, when a literal prince of hell was standing in his bedroom.
“Then don’t mess with me by trying to drag me back to hell.” said Tally with a ferocious glare.
Zephaniah sighed again and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’m too soft for this. And to be honest, it has been so nice not having you moping all over the place whining about how much you miss this one.”
Tally’s expression shifted to a pout, “I don’t mope.”
Zephaniah just shook his head. A brief silence fell in the bedroom. Sam wondered what the time was. It was eerily quiet outside. Had Lucifer’s husband used some sort of spell to shut them off from the world?
“Go get your brother instead. He is too young to be here.” said Tally huffily.
“He killed his summoners, so he is stuck here now.” Zephaniah didn’t sound too concerned.
“So did I, so leave me alone!”
Zephaniah sighed again, and Sam swallowed uncomfortably. Tally had murdered people the night they had met? They most likely deserved it but the thought was still deeply unsettling. Tally seemed so sweet, Sam couldn’t imagine such a dark side. It made him wonder if he knew Tally at all. Sure, he had seen him threaten people, but barking was very different from biting.
“Like I said, hijacking is not the same, but fine. Stay here. Don’t cause any trouble, or I will change my mind.”
Sam blinked. Zephaniah was gone. No flash, no wisp of smoke, no ominous tingle. Nothing. Just one second here, the next gone. He turned to Tally.
Tally was still pouting angrily, but he got back into bed. “I don’t mope.” he muttered. Apparently, his only comment on the whole conversation. Sam shook his head, it wasn’t like he could remember how to talk at the moment anyway. He reached out for the bedside light and flicked it off. He wasn’t sure he would be able to sleep, ever again, let alone tonight. But he needed to try and be somewhat functional for work.
He sighed as if the weight of the world was on his shoulders. Tally wriggled closer and snuggled up to him, resting his head on his shoulder. Sam felt instantly better and able to conquer the world. Despite his earlier concerns, he fell smiling into a deep sleep.
Chapter 23
Samwhistledasheplaced clean glasses under the bar. The last few weeks had been the happiest of his life. Being with Tally was amazing. Waking up together, working together, falling into bed together, it was all bliss. Some part of Sam tried to tell him it was just the honeymoon period, but he dismissed it. He could not imagine this feeling ever fading.
He glanced up as he heard the back door open, and saw it was Felix. Tally bounded up to him like an overexcited puppy and the two of them went upstairs.
Sam watched them go with bemusement, wondering what the hell they were up to. He wasn’t concerned. He knew they were friends, not exes. A short while later, his question was answered as they reappeared.
Tally had changed his clothes. Felix must have brought them for him, because Sam had certainly never seen this outfit before.
Tight, sparkly shorts clung to Tally’s pert ass, leaving nothing to the imagination. The bright teal color was striking, the blue and green tones vivid with his pink hair. A silky corset type thing in the same color completed the look, along with clear, see-through killer heels.
“What do you think?” asked Tally, giving a little twirl.
Sam could only nod, his eyes feverishly drinking in every detail and unable to look away.
Felix laughed, “He likes it. Come on, dress rehearsal time,” and he ushered Tally to the stage.
Sam completely forgot that he was supposed to be working and stood there, utterly enchanted by the dress rehearsal. He remembered that Tally had initially said he wanted to learn pole dancing to seduce him,(comma)and Sam had to admit it would have worked. There was no way he would have been able to resist this. The way Tally worked the pole, all elegant grace and languid seduction, short-circuited Sam’s brain until he had to grip the bar tightly in an effort to stop himself running over to the stage, throwing Tally over his shoulder and carrying him upstairs to completely ravish him.
“Stick your ass out more!” ordered Felix as Tally struck a pose. “More! Like you are inviting Sam to rail you.”
Tally giggled and obeyed, shifting his position slightly to aim his ass directly at Sam. It was too much. Sam growled, dashed forward and picked Tally up. He couldn’t resist anymore. He carried Tally in a bridal carry. It was slightly more civilized than the firefighter’s lift he had been picturing, and turned for the stairs.
Tally giggled again and grinned up at him, eyes sparkling. Felix laughed, “That’s when you know you are doing it right!” he called, as they reached the stairs.
