The Reality Of Nightmare (BxB)

CHAPTER XXXVIII: THY LOVE LIFE

CHAPTER XXXVIII: THY LOVE LIFE

"If you could
I know that you'd stay
We both know
Things don't work that way."
- Lady Gaga, Joanne

"You went here just for us to talk about your love life?" Slate asks Maki as he glares at him hard, as if he wants to murder him right there, where he's standing. "We were about to have sex, and you went here just to talk about your fucking love life? Who does that?" My face burns brightly than a bulb could ever do.

"Apparently, me." Maki says nonchalantly, shrugging off his shoulders as if he doesn't care that Slate is fuming now in anger. Well, knowing Maki, he really doesn't care if Slate is angry or not. They bicker and fight like cats and dogs. So I figure that Maki has gotten used to Slate's attitude and ways. "Anyways, I just need your boyfriend's help, okay?"

"How can I be of help?" I mutter, scratching my cheeks, not really sure why he needs my help rather than Slate's. Slate looks at me, then back to Maki. I wish I could see his thoughts. Slate frowns and now I clearly have the sight of the expression etched across his beautiful face; he's looking at him suspiciously. Of course, Slate being Slate, he doesn't trust him. The whole world will end first before he can trust Maki. "It's not like I could do something with your love life." He couldn't possibly know that I'm an Angel of Love, who doesn't have any idea of what love even means. Of course Slate will never ever tell him.

"You have an angel friend who has a werewolf boyfriend, right?" he confirms. My eyes go wide. Though he didn't mention any names, the fact that he knows Leandre has a werewolf boyfriend is enough to make my heart race. If he knows it, then who else does? My mouth opens, wanting to deny it. But I can't. I'm an angel, and it would do me harm if I lie, that's what I believe. That's one thing I hate in my life. Lying. Lying messes things up, covers the truth and buries it deep down the ground. It could ruin anything. I know that telling him the truth might put Leandre in danger, and that's one of the things I don't want to happen at all. Not to my parents, not to my friends, not to the other angels, and not to the mortals. "Don't worry, he will not be in danger. I promise. I need your help so I can get his help. See, I have a thing for this entity, not human, but a werewolf. And I figure that... I could learn more about their kind. You know, I want to claim that werewolf as mine."

"What makes you think that he'll want to help you?" Slate says in a gruff tone, clearly annoyed by the fact that Maki is asking for help. Now I wonder if he always asks a help, or if this is just his first time. Anyways, I'm still thinking whether it's a good idea to make him meet Leandre.

The question silences Maki. Of course I want to help him. I just hope that it's going to be done in some other way instead of him meeting Leandre just so he could learn about the werewolf kind. I don't even see the point of that. It would be easier if I could just take a look and read what's going on inside his head. Plus, I don't think that Leandre has a lot of information about werewolves. He may have a werewolf boyfriend, but that doesn't mean he knows a lot about them. Yes, he mentioned to me that werewolves have this thing called mates. And since it's true, I doubt that werewolf whom Maki wants to claim is going to want him. He probably has a mate waiting for him. Is it possible for the werewolves to have a demon mate? How does that thing work? God, suddenly I want to throw a lot of questions to Leandre.

"Isn't that what angels do, help those whoever in need of help?" This question irritates Slate more. He frowns, clenches his fist, and sensing that Slate is getting angry, Maki puts his arms up in surrender.

Angrily, Slate asks. "So if we, because there's no way I'm going to let him go by himself, help you, what's in it for us?"

"Well, you can continue having sex for as long as you want, whenever you want, without me bugging you or suddenly appearing by the windows of your unit." Maki says smugly, grinning widely at us, as if he thinks that he has proposed the most brilliant thing ever. Which, well, sounds amazing, I hate to admit it, but that's true. Slate makes me needy of him. Heavens, how can he be so cruel? "So..."