chapter 08;
- sign of the times;

THE NIGHT WAS COLD, BUT BLEIZ DIDN'T MAKE A MOVE, TO CLOSE THE WINDOW. Instead, he just laid in the bed, stroking through Donovan's hair and listen to the noises of the world around him. Even if he was surrounded by complete darkness, he could hear and feel almost everything around him.

Outside was a raccoon looking in the trash cans for food, some teens were walking down through the dark alleys, probably just came back from a club. Then there were the other people. Those, who were living in the streets. Kids, who were selling drugs to other kids, girls who stopped some cars, to sell their body for some dollar bills to be able to buy food and those, who simply tried to find a place to sleep in a peaceful corner.

"You're awake." Out of a sudden, he could hear Donovan's voice, causing him to look down once again. "Yes, I am. I'm sorry, did I wake you up?", Bleiz asked, softly pressing a little kiss on his hair. It was such a reflexive gesture, he didn't even realize, what he has done. "I'm sorry", he muffled, while his eyes immediately started to look away.
But Donovan just smiled, reaching his hand out to touch his cheek and pulling him closer. "Why are you apologizing?", he breathed, his thumb caressed the smooth skin of the sweet boy. "Because I've woke you up and some things are so new to me", Bleiz tried to explain, while he still stroked the handsome man, who has already stolen his heart. His little, worthless heart, which was now in the hands of Donovan. Again, he wondered, if he knows about their connection. Did he know, Bleiz would jump off a bridge, if Donovan says that this would make him happy? It sounded so sick, but it was just how things were for his kind.

"There's no need to apologize, Bleiz. I woke up, because your heartbeat has been so fast", he explained, reaching out his cold hand to touch his warm cheek. The boy was indeed very warm, even warmer than the other humans, Donovan has met before. Or maybe it felt like this, because he himself didn't have a body temperature anymore. "So, tell me, what keeps you up?", he wanted to know, looking up into his dark eyes.

With a pink cheek, Bleiz leaned in the simple touch, closing his eyes a little. "Just some thoughts about life", he answered honestly, pressing a small kiss on his palm, the corners of his mouth twitching a little. "And what exactly? Life is so ... difficult and complex", Donovan hummed, smiling because of the touch of his full, sweet and kissable lips. He might have had a lot of experiences with others, no matter if men or women. But this innocent boy seemed to be so different from anything else he knew.

"I was thinking about raccoons, alcohol-addicted teenagers and people who are literally dying on the street." Bleiz tilted his head a little, tried to study the face-expression of the other man. It was a bit weird, to look down to him, because his face was still resting on his chest, but also cute. He has slid with his body down, only to lay his head on his heart-spot. No wonder, he has already fallen for him.

"Why do you care so much about them? It's their life. You shouldn't matter about any other person than yourself." Donovan's voice was soft, yet there was some seriousness in his voice, while watching the smaller one carefully. The brown eyes of him stopped for a second to sparkle, an almost never-ending emptiness appeared in his beautiful, pure, chocolate-like soul mirrors. It was like something has cracked inside him and let memories come up again. Immediately, Donovan regretted to ask. He just wished, the boy wouldn't cry. If this will be the case, he would hate himself forever.

"I once lived on the streets, too. I know how they feel. Scared, alone, cold and betrayed by the whole world. Some of them can't help themselves and start to sell their bodies, become thieves or drug dealers", Bleiz stated, focusing Donovan's eyes. They sparkled with sadness, like he has just seen everything, the shape-shifter has told him, but also a bit of fury as Bleiz has finished.

"Have you taken drugs?" The feeling of anger was creeping up his skin, entering his flesh and bones. Donovan had no idea, where this rage has come from. Though only the thought made him furious and wanted to kill someone. The picture has literally burnt itself in his mind: This innocent, sweet living, hurt and alone in a dark alley, a needle stuck in his beautiful, pale arm, to transmit the venomous liquid through his veins, until it would reach his heart, to make it stop beating ...

"No, I've never taken drugs, even if my way has passed by them. But they've let me walk in peace, and so I've just ignored them", he answered, studying Donovan closely. His defined jaw was clenched, eyes wide open like a predator, which wanted to rip someone's throat out.
Just as Bleiz has stopped talking, the other man also seemed to relax. It felt like a stone has fallen off his chest. On the other hand, when Donovan was now thinking about it, it wouldn't have fit for Bleiz. He was simply too pure for drugs and this stuff.

"But you had, right? You haven taken drugs once." With curiosity in his eyes, the smaller one looked up to him, touching carefully his cheek, after he hasn't said for a while anything. He could understand this. Drugs still are a huge problem in society. Most of the people simply wanted to see a junkie, but not his reasons. Nobody cares about the person, who has decided to live like that. But were drugs themselves even a decision? The question shouldn't be what, but why?
"Yes, I have. It's now quite a long time ago. How do you know that?", Donovan wanted to know, immediately sliding a bit away from him. Of course, he was somehow scared. Even if he was used to be called "junkie", he didn't want to hear it from Bleiz. "You've reacted very sensitive about this subject, all tensed, wide pupils", the younger one explained, looking up to him.

"Don't be afraid ... I won't judge you. We all make some stupid things", he whispered, taking carefully his hand in his own. "I wish I would've been there to help you", he added, blushing a little. His heart cramped by the thought of a despaired Donovan. How much has he suffered, to hurt himself by taking drugs to find an escape? But the important question was, how much pain did he still carry with himself? Bleiz just wanted to say something, to break the silence, when he could suddenly feel a light squeeze on his hand.

"Thanks, I really appreciate that. And I promise, to tell you everything later", Donovan breathed, coming the face of Bleiz a little closer. "Thank you, for your trust", Bleiz whispered, also leaning a bit towards Donovan. His peppermint breath hit his sweet one, causing his heart to beat faster. It almost felt like it was shattering right in his chest.
"Have you ever kissed someone, Bleiz?", the immortal wanted to know. Now their faces weren't even an inch away from each other. Already imagining the wonderful lips of Donovan on his own, Bleiz licked out of instinct above his lip. "No, I haven't", he answered honestly.

"Don't worry, I'll go easy on you." A little chuckle escaped Donovan's throat, while he leant forward and closed his eyes and laid a hand on his face, stroking above his cheekbone. Slowly, Bleiz approached also his lips, his athletic body shaking. He could almost feel the sweet, soft and gentle kiss, his soulmate would do ...
Then suddenly the door got open and bright light entered the room. Annoyed, Donovan groaned, but pressed a quick kiss on his temple, causing Bleiz to blush. "Don't worry, we have every time in the world", he whispered in his ear, stroking lightly through his dark, brown hair, but then looked up.

He needed to know, who their interrupter was, just in case it was someone dangerous. Well, it seemed like they were lucky in the misfortune. Not the white-haired Countess was standing in the doorframe, no. It was Liz.

"Oh, dear", she murmured, studying both men. "I'm surprised, you two still have clothes on, after the glances you've shown to each other." Amused, the woman smirked a bit. Of course, almost everyone has seen what has happened and if someone hasn't, ghosts really like to talk. A light growl left Donovan's throat. If it was necessary, then he would kill her, without blinking. Indeed, he liked Liz, but nobody had the right to harm in any kind his little boy, Bleiz. In his protective manner, he wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him closer.
"Calm down. Liz won't hurt me", Bleiz tried to comfort him and squeezed again his hand. "He's right, Donovan. I would never hurt this boy", she agreed nodding lightly. Still, the immortal wasn't happy to see her, even if Bleiz seemed to trust her. She was a friend of Elizabeth, so there could be the possibility, that she was spying for her.
The Countess couldn't come close to his soulmate. If she will, he would be a dead man. And the thought of losing him, made him feel sick, like he was about to vomit. He already couldn't imagine, to live without him anymore. Was this even real? Could this be even possible? Falling and needing someone after such a short time? But Donovan could feel more. There was something else, which pulled him so towards to him. Almost, like it was something unnatural, yet so pure and wonderful. A miracle maybe. Or the sweet boy next to him was a wizard and has stolen his heart with his magical eyes. Who knew that?

"Oh dear. I'm the cockblocker now, right?", Liz suddenly asked, her eyes widened in shock, as she looked between the two men. Shamefully, Bleiz blushed, looking down at the mattress. "To be honest, yes. But it's not your fault", Donovan muttered, pulling him a bit closer to his chest. In gentle moves, he caressed his back, enjoying the body contact which they were sharing.

"You two look indeed cute together", the woman had to admit, smirking lightly. She hoped, that Donovan wouldn't hurt this little, soft boy. Bleiz was way too good to be hurt and deserved the world. Of course, Liz didn't think, that the immortal wouldn't harm him, but still, she was worried about him. The past of him was dark, almost dangerous and deadly. But Liz trusted Bleiz, that he wouldn't chose this part. Besides, she could swear that something has changed with Donovan. The way, he held him, almost like he would throw himself in front of him in case of danger. His blue eyes switched always back to Bleiz, studying him carefully.

"Thank you, Liz", the younger one answered, snuggling a bit closer to him. Slowly, he looked up to her, his eyes still crimson red. "But tell me, why were you looking for me?", he wanted to know, raising an eyebrow. Even if this situation was a bit awkward, he still smiled and held Donovan's hand.

"I just wanted to check where you are and if you're okay", she explained, giving him a soft smile. "But as it looks like, you seem to be in good hands", she hummed, smirking a little as he blushed a bit darker. Adorable. Simply adorable.
"This is very nice of you", Bleiz said, tilting his head a little and gave Donovan a look. His jaw was a bit clenched, his eyes focused on Liz. He didn't trust her. But why? Bleiz couldn't imagine, how someone can't trust her. The woman has always been kind to him. Still, the way his soulmate acted around him was weird and made him frown a little. Protective, Donovan wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him close to his side. It just felt like he wanted to keep him safe.

"Well, then I will let you two alone", she hummed and left the room. Still, she was a bit concern about Bleiz. She didn't know if he was really a good man for him, but she would wait. If Bleiz thought, it was the best of him, then it was the best.

"Finally, we're alone again", Donovan hummed, leaning back in the bed. Shyly, Bleiz cuddled a bit closer to him. With a smirk, the immortal pulled him close to his chest, causing the smaller one to gasp. "What have I said about touching?", Bleiz mocked, biting teasingly on his neck.
A surprised groan escaped the elder man, causing him to smirk widely. "You little tease", he hummed, chuckling lightly, but then he went all serious again. His blue eyes focused Bleiz intensive. "You need to be careful with the persons here", he said.

Confused, Bleiz rose an eyebrow, leaning a bit closer to him. For some seconds, Donovan smiled warm and pressed a soft kiss on his forehead. Satisfied, the wolf-boy closed his eyes, smiling and wrapped his arms around his waist. The fabric of his shirt was smooth, but also smelled good. Bleiz tightened the grip, like he was afraid to let go off him.

Donovan watched him the whole time. It felt so unbelievable, so unreal. How could someone be so sweet and angelic? At the same time, he laid here, next to him. An innocent angel next to him, a cold-blooded killer. Again, he kissed his forehead, resting there a while. His skin was smooth, warm. A beating heart was in his body, which made his own, death one cry in pain. Donovan wished, he could be warm for Bleiz. Could give him warm kisses and warm hugs, just like it was supposed to be. It wasn't supposed to be for a cold person like him to give someone comfort. If he was able to, he would have cried now. Bleiz made him realize, how precious a life was. And how easy he has thrown it away.

"Donny?", Bleiz asked worried, looking up to him. Donny. Donovan wasn't used to be called by such nicknames. Junkie and the Countess' pet. That's what he was. Nothing more, nothing less. But he has just called him so sweetly, his heart could melt. "What's wrong?", he whispered, raising a hand to touch his cheek. So warm. It felt so warm.

Relaxed, Donovan closed his eyes, leaning against his touch. "I've never ... felt like this, you know?", he whispered, so Bleiz couldn't hear how his voice was about to break. His eyes went slowly open, watching him. "Felt like what?", the younger one wanted to know, raising an eyebrow. "So ... wanted. But at the same time, I feel how much I've wasted my time. I've done so many horrible things and now I'm here with you. I wished I could have met you before this all has happened. So many things wouldn't have gone so bad. Until now, I have never really thought about my life. With you in my arms, I feel how precious life is." Donovan's body was shaking, while he spoke, but never broke the eye contact of Bleiz.

Somehow, it has surprised him, how honest he has been to him. Especially, because they've just met. But there was something special about him. Bleiz was special. He couldn't explain what it was. He felt so pulled to him, like a magnet. And he wasn't able to think about a life without him anymore. So strange, yet so amazing.
Smiling, Bleiz glanced at him. "Life is sometimes shit", he stated, followed by a little chuckle. "But it is indeed wonderful. And I'm thankful to be alive. Because if I won't be, I wouldn't have met you." The corners of his mouth were twitching, while he pressed a little kiss on his cheek. Gently, Donovan pulled him closer, his face buried in his face. He didn't know what to say. He has never met someone, who has been so kind and loving to him. Humming, Donovan closed his eyes, taking a deep breath of his sweet scent. God, he was sweet as a person, and as a scent. Gently, the older one kissed his shoulder, just holding him.

Nervous, Bleiz bit down on his lower lip, insecure, what to do. So instead of thinking, he just wrapped his arms around his waist, holding him. "Everything will be fine", Bleiz whispered, stroking his back. Still, he had no idea with the whole body-contact thing. On one hand, it felt amazing, on the other hand, it he was also afraid, that they've rushed some things. But laying in his arms felt too good, to stop it. He just felt safe, happy and light. Like the world around them wouldn't mean anything and only both of them were the center of the universe. Maybe it sounded selfish and almost conceited, but it was just how it felt for him. Simply amazing. In slow, gentle circles, he stroked his black hair, smiling a bit, because of the softness.

"Am I allowed to stay here during the night?", Donovan asked, his breath touching his shoulder. "Of course, Donny", Bleiz muttered, snuggling closer against him. "But I want to change my clothes first, before we'll sleep", he also added, a little smirk appearing on his face. "I mean, I like skinny jeans, however not for sleeping." Slowly, he pulled him a little away, to look into his eyes.
Donovan also smiled a little. "Of course. I won't run away", he hummed, winking a bit.

To be honest, Donovan wished, he wouldn't have much clothes on. During the model-show, Bleiz has looked so hot and stunning with the tight, sparkling clothes. Well, he was hot too with his baggy Eminem-hoodie, but Bleiz had simply a beautiful body.
"That's good to hear", the younger one said with a smirk and stood up. Every movement of him caught Donovan's attention, making him believe, he was in another world. A world full of innocence and purity.

A bit awkward, Bleiz turned around, to walk in the bathroom. With shaking hands, he took of his jeans, couldn't believe that he would now share a bed with this gorgeous man. At first, he would keep his hoodie and boxers on. Yet, his heart beat loud against his chest, as he brushed his teeth and made himself ready. Well, he didn't want to look like a complete mess.
Excited, he almost jogged back in the bedroom, where he found a half-naked Donovan on the mattress, who smiled at him.

Lol, sorry if this chapter has sucked.
This amazing manip was made by luckyvirgo

This fits just perfect in the scene, when Donovan "protects" his Bleiz.