[Angels and Demons bar] Sleeping in

Waking up to the warmth of another body lying beside him was something Samael had grown quite used to during the last two weeks or so. It was a nice feeling, and he loved savouring it, especially in those last moments before he completely awoke, when he was still half asleep and his mind worked just a bit slower, as those two or three seconds, somehow, always felt like pure bliss. He would hug Draven closer, nuzzling his head into his chest, and seemingly try to fall back asleep as he actually woke up. Usually, the other man would still be asleep when he finally opened his eyes, the lines of him clear and peaceful as he lied on his side, breathing deeply.

Ever since that first night when he had carried Samael upstairs, half asleep and unaware, the man had used every chance he had to sneak back into his bed. They wouldn't do anything except kiss now and then, so there was really no point in trying to hide it from Samael's parents (which was impossible anyway considering the size of apartment and the fact that they both helped at the bar), but they still tried not to shove it in their faces either, climbing up to his room while both of them were still at the bar, and making clear to show in the morning that, well, as Samael mother has bluntly put it 'neither of them was limping'. Or something like that. He was too busy dying of embarrassment to notice what she was actually saying.

All in all, waking up to Draven's heath was completely normal for Samael at this point, however, this time, even while he was still asleep, he could tell that something was wrong. There was just too much heath, and instead of feeling the smooth strong chest under his fingers as he woke up, his sight still not clear, he found that he was holding to something that felt strangely like fur, and smelt of burned sheets.

Draven? he called worriedly, yawning.

As he moved, Draven shifted his weight just enough to trap a better part of the Samael's outstretched hand underneath himself. Groaning, the man tried to make his sight clear faster, as the sudden fear and worry woke him up faster, for what he now felt not just underneath his fingers but along his whole hand that was, just a moment, ago reaching for Draven's frame, was definitely not human skin, but sharp-cut fur. He would have thought it was some kind of a joke, a stuffed animal, perhaps, had he not felt the chest of the creature move, and the heath of it grow as it pressed itself closer to him.

Worried not so much about himself for he was clearly still fine, he tried to look for Draven's emotions, the panic rising in his throat as he felt nothing but a muffled echoes. It could have meant, of course, that the man was simply still asleep, but combined with the fact that he suddenly couldn't feel Draven beside him, it made him want to throw up.

Draven? he called again, trying to shake off whatever it was that was lying, partly, on him. Draven wake up! he spoke louder, hoping that the man was there. Please tell me you're there, I'm starting to freak out here.

What the hell is going on here? Samael muttered, half scared, as something soft and warm found its way into his lap. Nuzzling against him in a way that reminded him of Draven telling him to go back to sleep already, the creature positioned itself in a way which was apparently comfortable for it to sleep in, the bad frame cracking under its huge weight. Worried, Samael immediately turned his head towards the source of the crackling sound, the world around having finally grown brighter and clearer, allowing him to see both that the bed frame was still standing, as well as what was it that has found its sleeping place on his legs.

There was a hug, furry head lying in his lap, shaped like that of a wolf, with a strong body filled with muscle that reminded him of the bears he had seen on TV, and a long tail, with four legs tucked underneath its...his?...body. Draven? he whispered again as his hand fell on the top of the creatures hand, finding that the fur there was sharp at the surface, but kind of soft underneath. Is that you?

Suddenly, the growling sounds Draven emitted every time they made out made much more sense. However, why had he shifted in his sleep and wasn't responding to him now? The now wolf was still asleep and Samael couldn't reach his emotions, being, thus, left, completely in the dark about what was going on.

Really, what? he whispered, petting carefully the huge head.

And that sounded way hotter when you were human. Samael chuckled at Draven's growl, biting his lip a bit as he now had to guess both what Draven was thinking and feeling, for even though the connection was still there, the emotions coming from his animal body were faint, and dull, and utterly impossible to read.

Don't worry, I'm not afraid. he said thus quietly, taking a wild guess as to why Draven's ears have suddenly dropped down. I'm just confused. he sighed a bit, leaning back into he pillows behind him and propping himself against them so he would be in a more comfortable position, as he continued to pet Draven's head.Why did you change?

A week or so ago Draven was still wary of telling him what the was exactly, carefully avoiding the topic if they happened to approach it, though Samael had tried being considerate and not asking anything about it, or any of the other things the other didn't seem to want to talk about. And here he was now, suddenly, without any warning, in his...wolf? it didn't quite look like a wolf, it was bigger, bulkier, somehow...form, trying to nuzzle him into the better mood.

You could have just asked me to scratch you. Samael said, amused at Draven's antics, as the man-turned-animal moved around, trying to get himself rid of the irritation. Don't move around so much, I don't know if the bed is strong enough to support you, you look heavy.

His hand was still buried deep in Draven's fur, petting his head and ears as far as he could reach without moving, when his head suddenly shoot up. What? What's wrong? he asked, straightening himself up as well. Never mind, I just told you not to move around, can't you hear the bed crack? he asked, trying to push Draven's huge body down, as the bad frame, indeed, cracked dangerously loud.

If you're hearing something from downstairs, it's probably my parents getting the bar ready. Which is, by the way, what I should be doing as well. he said, realising suddenly that he has, in his parents eyes at least, overslept. Usually, he woke up around six and was down at the bar by six thirty even on those days when Draven slept over, going up to his room around eight to wake up the other man for breakfast. It was almost six forty now, which meant...

Samael? his mother whispered entering the room carefully. Samael, honey, are you awake, it's...Oh my. What's going on here?