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Wymack didn’t get paid enough for all this shit.
When he’d taken a promotion from Kayleigh, he hadn’t expected to be the boss of the supernatural department. He guessed it made sense. He’d seen more supernatural than the average person, with his childhood home being overrun by nefarious spirits and his father practising witchcraft in the basement.
Still, he had never, ever expected to draft up a contract for a half-demon employee.
When Andrew had first sauntered into his office, hand laced with Abram’s own, and demanded he be given a job, Wymack didn’t have the heart to resist. He’d registered him as a citizen, as Neil Abram Hatford, and passed over a birth certificate that 100% went against his job description.
David Wymack never expected to give a whole-ass lecture on the protection of state secrets. Most didn’t know demons existed, and they sure as hell never would if he had anything to do with it. If Nathaniel–Neil–wanted to work for the government, he needed to keep his horns, tail and wings tucked far away from human view.
Nobody outside the office could see that form.
Of course, it had to be Andrew Joseph Minyard that bought a fucking, walking, living demon to his office. Not to mention, a demon he had kissed and held hands with. It somehow all added up.
Out of everything that happened in the last few months, the most shocking thing was how good Neil was at his job. He and Andrew were a single unit, sorting cases left, right and centre. They were absolutely insufferable.
So when Wymack got a call to say the old Wesninski estate had gone up in flames one Saturday evening, he didn’t even bat an eye.
He wasn’t paid enough to care.
And if the corners of his lips turned up into some semblance of a smile at the news, nobody ever had to know.
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“Abram. I really don’t think this is a good idea,” Andrew hesitated, surprisingly a little flustered.
“You trust me, don’t you?” Neil asked, watching Andrew’s eyes for any signs of discomfort.
All Neil saw was a bottomless affection that would never hurt him, and that made all the difference in the world.
“Yes,” Andrew replied.
“Then trust this.” Neil took Andrew’s hand in his own, pressing a soft kiss to his knuckles. “You won’t hurt me.”
Neil guided Andrew’s hand downwards, letting go just centimetres from his wagging ginger tail. It was eager and Neil couldn’t contain his excitement. He’d never been touched there before, never trusted anyone to be gentle enough.
Until now.
After double-checking one more time, Andrew stroked a single warm finger down Neil’s tail. His whole body convulsed, a sense of serenity flooding from his head to his toes. His hair stood up, goosebumps flooding down each arm.
Without intending to, Neil’s tail wrapped around Andrew’s hand as if begging for more.
“You’re a junkie.” Andrew scoffed.
He kept touching Neil’s tail, enjoying every single shiver he could draw out. Every half-moan that passed Neil’s lips was akin to bliss.
“You love it.” Neil grinned, cheekily.
“Shut up. I hate you,” Andrew lied, leaning in to capture Neil in an intoxicating kiss. “You never know when to keep that mouth shut.”
As their lips met, the world seemed to right itself. All their differences disintegrated in the soft press of lips, the battle of tongue against tongue. Neil didn’t hesitate to open up for Andrew, letting himself be pressed against the bedroom door. A shiver shot up his tail, making it sway back and forth with contentment.
“You’re a devil sent to plague me,” Andrew murmured against his lips.
Neil smiled, a smile reserved for Andrew alone.
“You wouldn’t have it any other way.”