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Sam hugged the vessel in the form a child’s doll closer to his chest in an attempt to hide it. He’d been too late to stop the soul from taking its victim and found himself lingering outside a crime scene. He was becoming wary of the cops milling around. A man arrived to the scene and flashed his badge around, but there was something about him that seemed off to Sam; the guy seemed shady. Speak of the devil (no pun intended), the man noticed him staring and lingering in the background. He started towards him and Sam’s instincts sent him sprinting away. The man followed him with surprising speed and Sam felt his throat go dry and his muscles tighten. He cut a sharp turn through and alley and tried to jump a chained fence, but the man caught him. Sam was slammed face first into a grimy alley wall.
“Ezekiel Stone PD, what do you think you’re doing?” the man said in a gruff voice.
Sam shifted again, he was uncertain what to do and whether this was supposed to be the soul he was hunting down. The man, Ezekiel, turned him around to look him in the face. Sam mumbled something helplessly.
“What?” Ezekiel asked.
“Are you a dead guy?” he asked with wide eyes.
Ezekiel’s hand shifted near his waist gripping something that looked suspiciously like a gun and Sam licked his lips nervously as he asked, “Are you?”
“Yeah, actually I am,” Ezekiel fixed him with a relaxed smirk, “and I’m going to send you back to hell.”
“Wait- that’s my job!” Sam choked back and shoved at the other man.
Ezekiel blinked for a moment and backed up, a contemplative look fell over his features, “Devil promise your life back if you capture one hundred souls that escaped from hell?”
“No, actually my parents gave my soul to the Devil and I’m forever stuck with this job.” Sam replied with an embarrassed tone.
“Ah.” Ezekiel said sounding sympathetic.
Sam stared at him and took in the disheveled short hair, the day’s growth of stubble, and the deep set eyes that looked incredibly tired. He found that the other man was kind of attractive with his steady low voice and surprisingly soft smile.
“So, is the devil an unbearable douche bag to you too?” Sam broke the silence that had been buzzing in his ears.
Ezekiel snorted, “You wouldn’t believe.”
They both gave each other a knowing smile and Sam leaned in without thinking; his lips pressed softly against Ezekiel’s lips. He can’t remember what possessed him to do it, maybe it was the fact that someone knew and understood what he was going through. Whatever the reason, he really didn’t care once Ezekiel had him pressed up against the dirty alley wall with Sam’s legs wrapped around his waist.
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Sam fumbled the boxes he was carrying as he noticed the familiar man looking through the store. He felt his face turn red and scrambled to pick up the boxes he dropped.
“Something wrong man?” Sock asked from behind a shelf.
Sam jumped with surprise and almost dropped the boxes again.
“Nah- it’s nothing.” He said with an attempt at nonchalance.
He quickly started to take the boxes to the back so he could hide in the storeroom. Sock was smirking at him.
“If nothing’s wrong, why are you taking those boxes back to the storage room?” Sock’s gaze went somewhere behind him and his smirk widened, “And why is that guy staring at you funny?”
The bottom dropped out of Sam’s stomach and he quickly headed back towards the storage room without looking back.
He heard steps echoing him and Sock’s declaration of, “Knew it! Ben, you owe me twenty bucks.”
When he stopped in front of another set of boxes he heard his shadow come to a stop behind him, “We need to stop meeting like this, kid.”
Sam jerked around, and an expression of annoyance covered his face, “Ok, first off? My name is SAM. S. A. M. Second? I work here, maybe you should stop running in to me.”
The last thing he expected was to be shoved into a bunch of boxes when he turned around. The look Ezekiel was giving him made his body tense and a certain part of his body twitched with anticipation.
“Alright Sam, you caught me. Still, this can’t happen again.” And his lips crash against Sam’s.
It’s almost worth his boss walking in on them and running out completely baffled and red faced.
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He’s lying in bed next to Ezekiel and staring at the ceiling of the hotel room. The room smells thickly of cigarette smoke and recent sex, he can almost taste it on his tongue. He runs a hand through his mussed up hair and his eyes do a quick glance at Ezekiel.
The older man notices him peaking but hesitates before he says, “You know, I used to be a married man.”
It’s an uncomfortable thing to have said to Sam and it jars his nerves. He’s tempted to throw on his clothes and leave, but he decides to listen.
“Everything is so different from when I was alive, you know? Of course you don’t, you’re just a kid, but still. The culture clash is awful. I get cravings for foods sometime that don’t even exist anymore.” He rambles on and Sam watches him.
He spends the rest of the night listening to the older man, and it’s the closest he’s ever felt to another person in a long time.
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They’re both chasing after an escapee. Sam is struggling to keep up with Ezekiel, whose legs just seem to eat the ground up from under them. Sam is covered in a light perspiration and wheezing a bit when a hand grabs him out of the blue. His head jerks up to take in the form of the Devil fixing him with a smile.
“That Ezekiel, he’s playing with toys that aren’t his and always trying to piss me off.” His eyes burn, but the smile never leaves his face.
Sam can’t help but smirk a little as the Devil kisses him hard. He’d been wondering how long it would take to get his attention and lose his cool; served him right for not paying enough attention to him lately anyway.
“Ezekiel Stone PD, what do you think you’re doing?” the man said in a gruff voice.
Sam shifted again, he was uncertain what to do and whether this was supposed to be the soul he was hunting down. The man, Ezekiel, turned him around to look him in the face. Sam mumbled something helplessly.
“What?” Ezekiel asked.
“Are you a dead guy?” he asked with wide eyes.
Ezekiel’s hand shifted near his waist gripping something that looked suspiciously like a gun and Sam licked his lips nervously as he asked, “Are you?”
“Yeah, actually I am,” Ezekiel fixed him with a relaxed smirk, “and I’m going to send you back to hell.”
“Wait- that’s my job!” Sam choked back and shoved at the other man.
Ezekiel blinked for a moment and backed up, a contemplative look fell over his features, “Devil promise your life back if you capture one hundred souls that escaped from hell?”
“No, actually my parents gave my soul to the Devil and I’m forever stuck with this job.” Sam replied with an embarrassed tone.
“Ah.” Ezekiel said sounding sympathetic.
Sam stared at him and took in the disheveled short hair, the day’s growth of stubble, and the deep set eyes that looked incredibly tired. He found that the other man was kind of attractive with his steady low voice and surprisingly soft smile.
“So, is the devil an unbearable douche bag to you too?” Sam broke the silence that had been buzzing in his ears.
Ezekiel snorted, “You wouldn’t believe.”
They both gave each other a knowing smile and Sam leaned in without thinking; his lips pressed softly against Ezekiel’s lips. He can’t remember what possessed him to do it, maybe it was the fact that someone knew and understood what he was going through. Whatever the reason, he really didn’t care once Ezekiel had him pressed up against the dirty alley wall with Sam’s legs wrapped around his waist.
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Sam fumbled the boxes he was carrying as he noticed the familiar man looking through the store. He felt his face turn red and scrambled to pick up the boxes he dropped.
“Something wrong man?” Sock asked from behind a shelf.
Sam jumped with surprise and almost dropped the boxes again.
“Nah- it’s nothing.” He said with an attempt at nonchalance.
He quickly started to take the boxes to the back so he could hide in the storeroom. Sock was smirking at him.
“If nothing’s wrong, why are you taking those boxes back to the storage room?” Sock’s gaze went somewhere behind him and his smirk widened, “And why is that guy staring at you funny?”
The bottom dropped out of Sam’s stomach and he quickly headed back towards the storage room without looking back.
He heard steps echoing him and Sock’s declaration of, “Knew it! Ben, you owe me twenty bucks.”
When he stopped in front of another set of boxes he heard his shadow come to a stop behind him, “We need to stop meeting like this, kid.”
Sam jerked around, and an expression of annoyance covered his face, “Ok, first off? My name is SAM. S. A. M. Second? I work here, maybe you should stop running in to me.”
The last thing he expected was to be shoved into a bunch of boxes when he turned around. The look Ezekiel was giving him made his body tense and a certain part of his body twitched with anticipation.
“Alright Sam, you caught me. Still, this can’t happen again.” And his lips crash against Sam’s.
It’s almost worth his boss walking in on them and running out completely baffled and red faced.
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He’s lying in bed next to Ezekiel and staring at the ceiling of the hotel room. The room smells thickly of cigarette smoke and recent sex, he can almost taste it on his tongue. He runs a hand through his mussed up hair and his eyes do a quick glance at Ezekiel.
The older man notices him peaking but hesitates before he says, “You know, I used to be a married man.”
It’s an uncomfortable thing to have said to Sam and it jars his nerves. He’s tempted to throw on his clothes and leave, but he decides to listen.
“Everything is so different from when I was alive, you know? Of course you don’t, you’re just a kid, but still. The culture clash is awful. I get cravings for foods sometime that don’t even exist anymore.” He rambles on and Sam watches him.
He spends the rest of the night listening to the older man, and it’s the closest he’s ever felt to another person in a long time.
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They’re both chasing after an escapee. Sam is struggling to keep up with Ezekiel, whose legs just seem to eat the ground up from under them. Sam is covered in a light perspiration and wheezing a bit when a hand grabs him out of the blue. His head jerks up to take in the form of the Devil fixing him with a smile.
“That Ezekiel, he’s playing with toys that aren’t his and always trying to piss me off.” His eyes burn, but the smile never leaves his face.
Sam can’t help but smirk a little as the Devil kisses him hard. He’d been wondering how long it would take to get his attention and lose his cool; served him right for not paying enough attention to him lately anyway.