-The Nights Are Better Anyway-: Chapter 1

-Mint/Jolloup-

It was cold.

The air in the apartment was bitterly so, frosting the windows to the point where it was possible to spell out words with the touch of a finger.

Snowing on the inside.

There was no sound, just the breathing of two people, one in a slow rhythm that matched sleep, the other was awake, more deep and more lethargic.

It was dark.

There was a little light flowing through the fogged up window, it almost drifted through the room, making the room light up with a soft blue light, casting the room into an eternal afterglow.

But it was warm.

One body pressed itself up against another, savoring the warmth that it gave, treasuring it, revealing in the ache that it made in his heart to be this close to someone he cared so much about.

It ached?

Mint had to take a deep breath, and he nuzzled his face into the back of Jolloup’s neck, biting down softly onto his lip to try to suppress the burning feeling he felt at the back of this throat. He tightened his hold on the blonde in his arms, who was curled up at his front, molded perfectly to his lean frame; the blankets were pulled up around their necks, so Mint couldn’t see the rest of Jolloup.

He shuddered against Jolloup’s body, a single tear slipping down his cheek and was absorbed by the pillow underneath his head. The smaller demon responded to the movement and yawned sleepily, turning over in Mint’s arms and settling back down again with his front pressed firmly against the hybrids. One of his hands sliding underneath the thin shirt and creeping around Mint’s waist, fingers lazily running over a few of the pieces of shined metal that were in his skin. He took in a deep breath and slipped back into slumber.

He’s beautiful.

Mint couldn’t help but smile through the tears that now blurred his vision; he threaded the fingers of his free hand through Jolloup’s blonde hair and sighed softly, loving the feel of his lover’s warm breathe on the side of his neck, hot puffs against cold skin.

He loves me.

Mint ran over this thought again and again in his head, but couldn’t come up with an answer why. Why did this demon love him? Love a half breed like him? Why would a demon give a hybrid with an overabundance of bodily piecing a second glance?

I love him.

The angel part of his blood kicked in and he could feel his own aura expand to encompass the beautiful blonde in his arms, who smiled in his sleep and pressed himself even closer still to Mint, sliding a leg over his hips. “…Mmm, Mint…s’nice…”

Mint tried his best to clear his vision, blinking a few times before staring back into space, his eyes suddenly spying the picture on their bedside table. He remembered that moment so well, that sudden urge to kiss his lover’s forehead, right there in front of everyone. He did just that, and it was a blessing and a curse, and that’s how they ended up with that photo for Christmas… Courtesy of Priest Macrea and his camera.

“Mint…? What’ya’doin? Too col’ to be’wake…”

The hybrid could feel his lover’s voice against his neck, slurred and broken from sleep, he wasn’t awake, although he wasn’t asleep either.

“Nothing Love… Go back to sleep.”

“Heh… Love… I like that… s’nice…” Jolloup just managed to form a sentence before he fell asleep again, face turned into Mint’s neck.

‘Unconditional love… it’s more than I deserve…’ Thought Mint, ‘more than enough for a monstrosity like me…’

“Not a monstrosity…” Jolloup murmured, awakening from his sleep once again, smiling sleepily against his lover’s neck, “mine… all mine…”

Mint couldn’t help the smile that spread over his face as he finally settled down, pulling the smaller demon as close as possible to his body. The both of them could feel Mint’s aura wrapping around them both like an extra blanket, this raised another murmur from Jolloup, his body gladly accepting the warmth.

‘Screw memories of the better days… the nights are better anyway.’