Page 51 of Damian & Jun: Episodes 5-8
Ellisandre raised an eyebrow. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” Their elocution shifted into an entirely new accent.
Jun rolled his eyes. “You did that on purpose.”
Ellisandre chuckled.
Yohei sauntered back over. He took the seat beside Jun. “Football: Brazil or Argentina, favorite team.”
Ellisandre narrowed their eyes. “Oh, you’re on.”
Jun sat back and let Yohei debate the merits of the two different leagues and their respective national teams as he tucked into his food.
Linda called everyone to order ten minutes before midnight. Richard and Damian poured drinks, both of them with their shirt sleeves rolled back, displaying their forearms. Jun had to work at not staring at the two of them together, especially when Damian worked the cork out of the top of a bottle of champagne.
As soon as Damian was finished pouring, Jun grabbed him and dragged him over to the window. Jun wrapped Damian’s tie around his hand, drawing Damian close.
“The first night we were here, you asked me what I wanted.”
“Yes.” Damian cradled Jun’s waist with his hands.
“I know what I want.”
“What?”
“You. I want you to be my Wolf. I want to be in your bed and your den. I want to watch you being Damian Sathers Esquire and know that they don’t know who you are under the suit. I want you to chase me down like you promised. I want you to make me forget there was ever a time you hadn’t chased me down and caught me.”
“And?” Damian’s lips parted in a smile. He was pulling Jun against him as hard as Jun was holding him hostage by his tie.
“I want to be on stage, knowing you’re watching me, planning your next hunt. I want you to know that they don’t know what I look like after you’ve wrecked me and kept me. I want to sing my music, dance my choreo, and I want to do it with my brothers. I want to be bigger on my own than I ever was with Bak. I want to burn him down until he’s nothing.”
Damian took Jun’s hand and brought it to his lips, keeping eye contact. “So be it.”
Linda started counting down the last ten seconds of the year. Everyone joined in.
“Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. Two. One.”
Outside, over the lake that was most definitely a sea, fireworks lit up the sky. Inside, cheers went up.
Damian grabbed Jun under his rear and hoisted him up in his arms so that they were face-to-face. Jun wrapped his free arm around Damian's neck, kissing him.
Damian set him down. “I think I need a new nickname for you.”
“Why?”
“Something to reflect your blood lust.”
Jun leaned against Damian’s chest. They weren’t that far apart in height. He only had to lean up a little to kiss Damian. But he was tall enough that it was easy to rest his head on Damian’s shoulder.
“You’re already the Wolf.”
“I can’t decide if you’re a wild cat or a dragon.”
“I think I’m a demon.” Jun laughed. “Isn’t that what the myths say fallen angels become?”
“But I don’t think you’re evil.”
“I’m not sure demons are. We’re inconvenient aspects of the story they had to find a role for.”
“Then we’re all someone’s demon.”
