okegom fanfic translations

midnight kisses 2

Old habits die hard. That was the saying, right?

Once more at Victor’s bedside, Satanick tried to use that age-old quote to justify why he was here once more. There was no reason for him to be here; he knew that well enough. He had completed his little mission that he had undertaken, and now it was time to end it. Ever the being that reacted by emotions and not reasoning, Satanick found it hard to break this addiction.

There’s no point in this, he tried to tell himself. Just turn around and go back to bed.

His mind told him all the things he wanted to hear, but his body would not comply. In fact, Satanick found himself creeping closer to Victor’s bedside. He had long since taken off all of his extra attire to be comfortable sleeping, but no amount of vest and shoe removal would keep him warm among the bed sheets.

No. What he wanted – what he needed – was the warmth he had begun to crave that only Victor could give him.

Just one more time. One more kiss, and I’ll stop. How he desperately wanted to believe this. A man kept his word. This should be no different than making a deal with someone else. Maybe he was just a fickle, selfish demon that knew no self-control.

Be that as it may, no amount of self-deprecation was letting Satanick walk away. Instead, he found himself once more bent over Victor’s sleeping form as he lie underneath his bed sheets. His breathing was steady, and the closer Satanick got, the more he could still smell the distinct odor of alcohol as it drifted from his parted lips.

Just a simple kiss. That’s all he needed. One more kiss, and he would break this routine even if it internally killed him to do so. Tonight, he would cherish the final kiss – that was Satanick’s resolution as he leaned in to place the parting gift upon Victor’s forehead.

….

Alcohol might be a good way to help oneself fall asleep, but Victor should have realized that it was not exactly the most reliable sleep agent. He could feel himself slowly waking to consciousness as the shadows of sleep dissipated from his mind. How long had he been sleeping for? The only way to determine that was to force his heavy eyelids apart and get a better inventory of his surroundings. In a way, he silently hoped that it was still early in the morning hours. He would even take dawn as an acceptable time of day; if it allotted him even a couple of hours respite, he would gladly take it.

Cracking open his eyes, Victor tried to focus his somewhat blurred vision to make out the lighting in the room. However, the first thing that began to blend into a cohesive shape was a dark figure looming over him.

Startled by this, Victor gasped as his eyes fully flung open. Instinct took over, and he immediately bolted upright, slamming his forehead into that of the dark being that overshadowed him. “Ah!” the man groaned out as pain radiated through his head. How it disturbed him that he could be so ignorant to jolt up like this right into this perpetrator. Still, it appeared that this unforeseen strategy worked, as the being also groaned out as they pulled back from him. Victor’s heart slammed against the walls of his chest from the sudden surprise, yet that was not the only thing that banged. He raised his right hand up to his throbbing head as he slid backwards on the bed, tangled in the white bedsheets. It did not help that his head was still pounding and foggy from the liquor. “Ugghh,” Victor moaned as he tried to concentrate on what was occurring.

Just who was this?! What did they want from him?!

As his eyes adjusted to the darkness of his bedroom, he could make out the outline of this tall being. The spiraled horns protruding from his messy locks certainly were a dead giveaway as to who this form belonged to. His whines of, “Ow, ow, ow!” also betrayed him from the tone of voice alone.