[Angels and Demons bar]Two Days Later

You have no idea. Samael said, with an amused grin, fighting to keep an eye on Draven's lust while he kept his own under control. And he told Draven as much. In the end it is me who has to deal with both your feelings and mine. he chuckled, suddenly feeling sleepy. That was more than enough excitement for one day, his body decided even though he still had at least an hour until the end of his shift. He didn't know how much time they have spent here, but he figured it was much more than his standard 15 minutes long break.

It's fun. he agreed, his head finding Draven's shoulder and making itself comfortable there, as his hands unlocked themselves from the man's neck so they could fold against his chest. He shifted a bit, throwing his legs over Draven's, and all in all, found himself a comfortable position to sleep in. I usually go with my parents, but, well, they can go by themselves this year... Or with Anastasia... he yawned widely into Draven's neck.

'm sleepy... he murmured under his breath.

Stop fidgeting. he said, poking at Draven's ribs with his elbow as the man's fear and anxiousness poured into him, keeping him awake. And stop feeling so damn nervous, I can't sleep. he added, shifting his head a bit and then burring it even deeper into Draven's shoulder and neck. I got what you were saying. he yawned, closing his eyes, though that didn't do much to stop his sight. It only made some lines less bright.

My family has an apartment above the bar. he said sleepy, sleeping further and further away from consciousness. We can get there from the back stairwell. However, I cam not getting up. You carry me.

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Samael? the boy's mother called from the bottom of the stairwell leading up to their apartment above the bar. Samael, honey, are you two up there? he called again, looking for some kind of answer. Usually, even when in his own room, her son could hear, if not that they were calling him, than that there was something going one and would come out. However, this time, the door on the top of the staircase stayed empty as she climbed them, reaching for the knob just as Greyam came behind her, having finally closed the shop for the night.

I don't remember telling them that they could both miss their shifts. he said, grumbling, as they went into the apartment, turning on the lights as they went.

Oh, shush, you barely made two drinks since they left anyway. she answered, opening quietly the door to Samael's room. Samael, honey, you really need to learn to turn on the...Oh. she stopped mid sentence.

What? her husband asked, approaching her hurriedly, thinking that something was wrong. There, in the heap of limbs laid both Samael and Draven, deeply asleep, their hands and legs wrapped around each other as if their lives depended on it.

Honestly, would you stop and look for once? Lydia stopped her husband's hand as it clenched itself into a fist. They still have their clothes on. Seriously, sometimes you''re more blind than our son. she sighed, smiling at him kindly despite her words. Go to bed. I'll be there in a minute.

Stepping inside the room, Samael's mother gently placed the cover the boy's had already kicked down from he bed over them, as he untied Samael's hair, the long red strains spreading all around him now that they were finally free.

Nice dreams, boys. she wished, before she exited a room and went to sooth down her angered husband.

The kid's doing two more nights at the bar. he concluded grumpily at the end, having lost the argument, and Samael's mother thought that would really be not much punishment at all (unless Greyam made him work by his side for the night, which was exactly what he was going to do).