A Proposition Chapter 2

It's been two months since Les left... And I've been wallowing in self pity. I think it's finally time for me to kick my ass in gear, and start trying again. But first I need a shower.

I got undressed, and when I saw myself in the mirror... It was a completely unrecognizable face looking back at me. I never in my wildest dreams could have imagined it. Sunken eyes... Limp, lifeless hair. And, to my immense horror, I found that I was getting flabby. That would have to go IMMEDIATELY.

I jumped in the shower and let the warm water take all my cares away. I love water. The sound, the taste, the feel of it... It's so calming, and yet violent. Peaceful yet terrifying. Like Ian.

I washed my hair with my special shampoo. Twice. It's not often I use that much, but hey. I deserved it. I quickly put in some conditioner and let it sit there while I was washing my body. Letting my mind go places I hadn't let it since he left...


"Mala, you're so warm... How are you so warm, even in a shower?", Ian asked.

"You're just cold Ian. As cold as ice I might add. What were you doing?"

I was in the shower when he came in. I didn't even hear him until he started talking, already fully undressed and in the shower with me.

"I was outside shoveling snow if you must know. We are still going into town tomorrow for Christmas presents right?", he questioned.

"We are.", I replied.

"Then we need a clear walkway. I won't have the one I love tripping and ending up in the emergency room the day before his favorite holiday of the year."

"You're so sweet."

"You know I'm much more than that.", he growled playfully.

"Oh no! The rabid dog is going to come and get me!", I yelled.

"I'll show you rabid dog..."

He pulled me in, kissing my face, my neck, my chest... He nipped and bit a little, and pinched me in all the right places. I was clay, and he was a master potter.

I was sticking straight up in the air, my mast waving a flag of clear liquid. No matter what I tried, nothing could stop the pre-cum. It was unstoppable, and yet, he liked it. He always told me that the more pre-cum I dripped, the hotter it was for him. So I let it go.

"Somebody is anxious...", he whispered sexily in my ear.

"Because I have somebody to be anxious for.", I replied, my breath uneven.

"Well then, let's see what I can do to fix that why don't we?"

We spent the rest of the night making wild, passionate, love.

------------------------------------ But that was ages ago. It does no use to me right now.

I got out of the shower and dried off, choosing my outfit for my night on the town. I was thinking a black v-neck, some jeans, and a pair of black vans. I decided to do something with my hair too, so I gelled up the front a bit in my signature style. I was ready.

I grabbed my keys, my wallet, and my cell phone, and headed to the most prestigious of all the gay bars in town. And, oh the irony... It was called the Fallen Angel.

It was a thirty minute drive filled with lots of music and singing. Just jamming out really. But all to soon, my curse called to me, and I was off and running. Figuratively of course. In reality, I was the incarnation of sexy. Just looking at me was sure to fill any man with lust.

And what did I get?

A demon.



"Well, look what the cat dragged in. A saint. Forgive me father, for I have sinned.", he said sarcastically.

"You know I'm not here for a fight Ian. I didn't know you were here as it was. I'll be going now." No way in hell would I be in the same place as him for longer than absolutely necessary.

"Malachi, wait.", he said.

"Why should I, Ian? I told you the truth, and you shoved it back in my face...", I replied.

"Because I have a proposition for you."

"And what proposition is that?", I asked.

"I will remove what I gave you...", he said hesitantly.


"I will remove it only if you consent to coming and living with me one more time... I want to give it another go.", he said. "I overreacted, and I did something I regret immensely. Will you come back to me?"

I was shell shocked to say the least, and completely ready to punch his lights out to say the most for even suggesting it. But there is a reason to everything.

"I'll try again."

---------------------------------------- He drove me home, in my car, and told me to pack a bag for the weekend. I got out as swiftly as I could, and stuffed two pairs of underwear, two pairs of jeans, two t-shirts, and a whole bottle of lube. I packed it all in there and was out the door again in less than five minutes.

We drove to his house, and he lived right where I remembered. Same house, same lawn, same everything.

"Let me help you with that.", he said.

"Thank you, but I'd rather you didn't. You haven't released the curse yet, and I don't completely trust you."

"You have no reason to, after what I did. But you must remember, I did it because I was scared."

He wasn't just scared. He was furious. I saw that from his eyes.

We went inside, and he made me dinner. We sat down, and we caught up. But what neither of us was expecting was what would come next.

"Ian?! I'm home sweetie!"

It was Les.

My Les.

And he has just called Ian "sweetie".



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