Sweet CEO’s First Love - Chapter 57

Heart stepped out of the bathroom into almost complete darkness and stared at everything utterly confused. Most of the lights were off, and it didn’t look like anyone was home.

“Saint?”

“Where did you go? I thought you were just going to watch TV while waiting for me?” Heart waited, but there were zero answers.

“Saint?”

“Come on, this isn’t funny.”

There was a single light on over the bar in the kitchen that gave just enough light to see basic objects. Like the stairs a couple steps off to his right, and the bed a few feet in front of him.

‘He could tell that in this light there wasn’t anybody in the bed, so Saint hadn’t suddenly grown tired and was now resting in bed.’

“What the heck! You really are a Demon Lord.” Heart grumbled.

Something winked under that kitchen light, catching his eye, and he turned to look closer but couldn’t see.

Heart walked down the stairs cautiously while he held onto the wall for support. He had thought the four steps into the bedroom before had been cute. But he hadn’t even thought about how he might have to navigate them someday in the dark.

‘Who knew it would be today when I am unfamiliar if I am going to walk into a bowl of fruit and a decorative table or not.’

The closer he got to the light, the more relaxed he felt. Until he was about a foot away from it.

Heart surveyed the room, his eye-catching that the bar under the spotlight didn’t look normal. He peered closer, noticing there was some sort of a gray object on the counter with a paper underneath it. Heart walked around the counter to pick up the little round object which looked like a rock, he pulled the paper out from underneath it, and the rock rolled away lightly falling to the floor.

‘Wait, a card?’

He opened the card and walked under the light to read it better.

My world was dark like this. I felt like I was drowning. Just wanting to get by. I acted as the person everyone wanted me to be and never had time to fulfill my duties, all while hiding away. But then a small rock appeared before me on a beach and just like you fell, I fell too. It created a problem; it was painful, and it made me say the most hateful words I have ever said to you. But just like it caused us to stumble and break apart, we too affected it, breaking out its hidden charm. You caught the dim light inside me and made it shine, reflecting the good things I thought were gone. When I reached out for you, aware of my mistake, all that was left was this little pebble. But when I picked it up to throw it into the horizon, the weight of our own pain had broken, just as we had. And I realized what I found was not a rock, but a gem. I found that I was the hard metal of the world, ruined and misshapen, ready to throw it all away to remain hard and how I was determined I needed to be. You were the person I needed to show me; that I too could change again, and together we could become something beautiful.

Heart turned back to look around and reached down to grab the rock that had rolled away.

‘Its foam.. What is he talking about? It sounds like he is describing the beach.’

‘I tripped on a rock and fell into him.’

‘Isn’t that what this is?’

Heart squished it and realized there was something inside.

Heart dug his fingers into the foam and ripped at it, pulling pieces out until he could pull out the hard, roundish, smooth object inside.

He walked with it into the light to examine his prize. And realized it was a necklace. The chain unfurled, and the gem hung and danced in the light, swaying slightly. It had a large purple, blue gem, that had such a deep hue, it looked black when he had been standing half in the light. The dark blue hue was almost a purple, indigo that was the shade of the very first flowers saint had ever given him. While the top was almost a perfect reflection for the suit, Saint had bought him. And the gems’ many facets sat inside a wrapping of a twisted rose gold metal, the metal encased it, protecting it but also clasping it.

‘It is beautiful!’ Heart exclaimed softly, mesmerized by how the stone winked and danced sparkling gently in the light.

Heart shivered as goosebumps spread across the edge of his skin, causing his arm hairs to stand on end. He couldn’t erase the big smile off his face. ‘How cute! When did he even have time to do this?’

He was about to turn, when he saw, on the counter next to the sink, another small card placed there. It was right at the edge of the light’s shadow, but back towards the bed, but on the kitchen side of the bar. He picked it up and read it.

I want you to wear this; because to me, it is a sign you can accept this twisted piece of metal and all of its flaws. Accept that I will want to protect you. That I will want to wrap myself around you tight and hope I am not smothering the beautiful gem that you are. Please, can you accept and wear this for me?

“Please wear it for me?” Said a soft voice behind him, echoing the words he was reading softly they both finished at the same time.

Heart spun around slowly, so he could face Saint, who had come up behind him quietly without making a sound and was now standing extremely close, incredibly close. So close, his breath was tickling Heart’s face. Heart gulped, his heart was pounding in his ears… It felt deafening. He glanced up and down Saint. He had changed his shirt while Heart had been in the bathroom, and he wasn’t sure if he had done so to get more comfortable. Or why? But Heart felt like for the first time, he was seeing the other side of the demon lord.

The panda bear, Anong had said, was hiding inside.

He was wearing a dark pair of jeans and a big fluffy white sweater that fell off one shoulder, exposing his collarbone. His hair looked like he had been running his hands through it nervously about a million times while Heart had been in the bathroom counting rice, and Heart noticed he was barefoot now.

‘Probably to mask his steps on the floor as he moved through the dark.’

Saint looked warm, comfy, and soft like a bear.

Saint leaned in even closer, and Heart closed his eyes, expecting him to attack, but nothing happened, and then Saint’s soft, plump lips fell on his nose, kissing him gently. They moved to his forehead and placed a soft kiss there too before his warm breath came to land on his eyelids as he kissed each one softly. Heart’s waited for what felt like forever. The darkness surrounded them, the empty sound of nothing but their breathing cut through it, as he waited to see what else Saint would do.

But Saint didn’t make another move, so Heart fluttered his eyes back open.

‘Wow, Saint, you never give my heart a break, do you? When you are hot, you are extra heavy, and when you are soft, you are gentler than a breeze. You kill no matter which path you choose, huh?’

‘I am pretty sure, I am doomed, the entire city can definitely hear the beating of my heart. They had to be able to, as he was pretty sure he was having a heart attack.’

“Can I kiss you?” Saints breath tickled his lips as he stared deep into Heart’s eyes, his face still close from kissing everywhere on Heart.

Heart closed his eyes again and tilted his chin up, waiting for him. Heart couldn’t see his face, but he felt like Saint was almost purring with satisfaction at his instant reaction.

Heart shivered with delight as he felt Saint’s soft nip at his lips.

Heart moaned into it.

‘I think I have melted for you, first, you bring the fire, then you bring the frosting, and with you, I can never turn the flame down, so all I can do is melt.’

Heart shivered as Saint’s bite grew fiercer and needier. He pulled at the delicate flesh of his lips, pulling and nibbling. Heart got lost in the kisses, his legs failing him as the shivers attacked his entire body.

He should have known from the moment Saint’s lips had dipped down onto his own and pressed down. That even with Saint being gentle, holding lingering onto the softest kiss, gentle, yet strong, that he had no chance of staying collected and calm. His legs had said Sayonara, and they had just given up on standing. His lips parted, and Heart’s copied them, eager for that softness to spread. The moment he dipped his tongue inside and tasted him, he retreated, both giving and taking away the things Heart craved.

Heart chased it, searching for him.

Their tongues dancing together as they drank from each other, the warmth surrounding and enveloping him. Tingling as a thousand needles shot through his body, and he became hard. At some point during, Saint had slipped his arm around to hold Heart up and steady. Which was good as he was pretty sure he didn’t have a body anymore and rather, was floating around in some astral space he couldn’t see anything but stars in?

But then that warmth pulled away from him, and it broke the spell. The soft, moist lips pulled gently back, and there was cold air where there was pleasure before. Saint pulled only his lips away, but still clutched Heart tightly to his chest, their breathing almost matched and measured to each other. He was far enough away to be too far, for Heart’s liking, but close enough that each breath was this delectable mix of Saints scent. Saint’s free hand whisked back Heart’s bangs out of his eyes.

“Can I put it on?” Saint asked.

His voice was gentle, and so unlike every other time, they had kissed, that even though it was filled with need and desire, it was not rough like those times before. It startled Heart for a moment to hear this gentle side. Every edge of danger he had ever heard sitting on the precipice of Saint’s tones when he spoke was gone. Wiped cleanly away. Only this soft, bear of a man in front of him, it almost didn’t sound like the same Saint he knew.

It took a few seconds for Heart’s brain to wrap around the change.

‘I always knew there was another side to you, I knew there was something you didn’t want people to see. I… I would never have guessed, in a million years, that there was this much of a gentle, soft soul inside all of that stone.’

Heart nodded agreement, flushing happily. He could tell Saint asking him this question, was really Saint asking for Heart to accept him, and to become each other person, that by doing this, he was agreeing to be Saint’s.

Saint reached down to grab it from Heart’s hands. They shook lightly. Once he had the necklace, he slowly let go removing the comforting, powerful grasp that held Heart up. Heart fell back a little wobbling, and immediately Saint’s muscular arms had wrapped around him.

“Wrap your arms around my neck,” Saint said. Heart nodded once, unable to take his eyes off Saint, but did as he was told, slowly encircling his arms around his neck.

He stared into Saint’s eyes, his eyes locked on that never-ending, never-changing gaze that he had been staring at him with since that day in the bathroom.

Heart blushed deeper, and he looked at the floor. ‘How does he never get embarrassed? Is he even human?’ Heart wondered and looked back up.

His eyes widened. There was a slight hue of pink to Saint’s ears as he reached his arms around Heart’s neck, and brought the necklace around, connected the two clasps together.

“Your ears are red.” Heart said in fascination.

Saint looked down and smiled.

“Did you think I don’t get embarrassed too?”

Saint asked, letting go of the back of the chain, running his fingers along it to make the stone fall on top of Heart’s shirt, which was technically Saint’s shirt. Saint smirked softly and touched the rock fondly.

Heart looked down at it and smiled.

“That was exactly what I had been thinking,” he admitted, staring at the necklace in awe at the sweet gesture.