Free Peace by T.A. Chase

Daystar might show up then we can figure out what’s going on.”
    Lam closed his eyes, remembering the last time he’d been in this very study.
    “What do you find so fascinating out there?” Lam asked Day as he walked into the study.
    Day turned around to smile and said, “I love the violence of the waves crashing against the shore. I never thought lakes could be so forceful, yet this one is almost like a small sea. It has hurricane-type weather and violent storms that sink giant freighters. There is so much beauty and danger under the surface of the water.”
    “Much like you,” Lam commented, moving closer.
    “Do you think?” Day chuckled. “You might be right.”
    Lam touched Day’s cheek, rubbing his thumb over Day’s lips. “Oh I am right. Your smooth, uncaring façade hides your violent tendencies. Lucky for mortals, you usually are willing to stay at peace because you know the damage you can do with your power. So in that way, you aren’t like the lake. The lake has no problem with destroying anything in its path, simply because it has no conscience.”
    Day kissed Lam’s thumb. “The lake is not a sentient being. It doesn’t think or feel. It merely exists. To be honest, for more centuries than I care to count, I was much like that body of water. I only existed to wreak havoc on the Quad and ruin their plans.”
    “What changed?” Lam stepped into Day’s personal space, their chests brushing—skin to skin.
    “I met a certain messenger angel and my whole outlook on life was rearranged.”
    He wasn’t given a chance to reply. Day encircled his waist then drew their naked bodies tight. Lam grunted and Day took advantage to crush their mouths together. Lam wasn’t about to resist Day, not when it was exactly what he wanted. They’d made love earlier and he was still sore from it, but he needed Day more than he needed to breathe.
    The thought troubled Lam a little, but he shoved it to the back of his mind. He would examine it later when he was alone, back in the heavenly realm. This moment wasn’t for introspection or wondering why he was obsessed with the fallen angel.
    Day grabbed Lam’s ass then dug his fingers into the muscle. Lam let his head fall back as he groaned.
    “Are you hungry?”
    Lam jerked away from the windows, shaking his head as he tried to come back to the present. His cock ached and his body thrummed with desire. He glanced over his shoulder to see Baqir standing just inside the room.
    “What did you say?”
    Baqir studied him for a moment then asked, “Are you hungry? I put some sandwiches together and made some coffee.”
    Lam cleared his throat, willing his erection to go down before he turned around. “Yes, I am. I have to admit it’s weird needing to eat now instead of eating to make myself look mortal.”
    “It takes getting used to, but you’ll get the hang of it soon enough.” Baqir motioned to the hallway. “I figure we can just eat in the kitchen. No point in messing up the dining room when it’s just us.”
    “Right.” Lam strolled toward the kitchen. He didn’t look around him, not wanting any more memories to pop up right then. Considering most of them involved him and Day naked and having sex, he didn’t want to deal with another hard-on in Baqir’s presence. This one was strange enough as it was.
    After pouring himself and Baqir some coffee, Lam sat then took a bite of his sandwich. Baqir leaned back in his chair and stared into his mug.
    “How long do you think we’ll have to stay here?”
    Lam thought about what he knew of Day’s patterns. “If he is out looking for me, eventually he’ll get tired and return. Day doesn’t like to be around mortals for long periods of time. They exhaust him and it’s a drain on his powers. He’ll come back here to rest and recharge before continuing the search.”
    “You’re sure about that?” Baqir ran his finger around the rim of the cup.
    “Yes. Day spends more time here than he does anywhere