SweetHeart opens his eyes to Black's smiling face "Did you sleep well angel?" he told him softly. SweetHeart smiles and stretches into the large arms of a sweet-looking Black. “I slept well, thank you. Again, I used one of your arms as a pillow and the other as a blanket…it must have been uncomfortable…you should have pushed me!” he said to him,with a pout. Black can't help laughing, he pulls him close and whispers in his ear "Push you?! Never! There is no position more comfortable than hugging you my angel!” and he kisses the top of his head.
SweetHeart, snuggled up against his suitor's chest, cheeks flushed "If you're giving me bad habits, you won't have to complain afterwards!"
Black, rejoices “I wouldn't complain as long as you stay with me. I intend to spoil you until you can no longer live without me!”
The boy in his arms laughs, rubbing his cheek against his chest and in his cute little voice "Is this your plan to make me fall in love with you?"
"Exactly!" Black replies laughing.
After a moment of silence, still huddled together, SweetHeart hesitantly asks him, "Black?" parting a bit to look into each other's eyes, Black nodded for him to continue "Could it be possible that this stays between us for now. I'm a little afraid of the reaction of my colleagues. You know, we're all friends and they might be worried.”
Black looks at him intensely and replies “Of course, I understand! Don't worry."
Reassured, the boy smiled at his eldest.
A little later, in Black's sober but practical kitchen, SweetHeart savors the dishes that his host has cooked. Mouth full and delighted “Black? Do you cook often? Do you like cooking?”
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The man's eyes light up and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes are more visible thanks to the smile that has taken up residence on his mouth "When I was little, I always hung around my mother's skirts. She said to herself that even if it meant always having me in her hands, as long as I was useful. She taught me to cook. When she was pregnant with twins, I helped her a lot. When she fell ill, my little brothers were still young so I was the one who fed them.” he was a little silent, as if recalling memories. “Since she is no longer there, when I cook, it calms me down. I remember those times with her. She was a good woman: strong, brave and loving.”
SweetHeart watched the emotions in Black's eyes, moved by his story. "I understand that you miss her and I'm sorry for your loss." he lowers his head to his plate, feeling guilty for the jealousy he is feeling at the time. He doesn't have those kinds of memories, his family has always been complicated, and today he considers them more and more as strangers. Not wanting to worry Black, he pulls himself together and asks him "Do you see your brothers a lot?"
Black “No. Since our father died, his territory has been divided into four so that each of his sons manages one. So we went from brothers to rivals. Nevertheless, my little brothers and I are respectful and cordial to each other.”
“And your other brother?” SweetHeart request.
Black suddenly loses his smile and looks up, which alarms the boy. "I'm sorry, if you don't want to answer me, that's fine. I talk too much." The voice of the angel dying out on his last words.
Black softens immediately when he sees his angel's face, he doesn't want to terrorize him "You can ask me all the questions you want my angel, I will always answer them if I can. You can talk for hours, I will always listen to you. I'm sorry to have worried you. My big brother White and I never got along and lately he's been waging a war against me. But don't worry, I have a plan! " he said, giving her a wink.
SweetHeart, reassured “He is the one who destroyed the Smoked Monkeys?”
“Yes” replies Black “But it’s a good thing after all!”
"For what ?" asks the intrigued young man
"Because it gave me a good reason to settle down at the Fallen Angel and be able to admire you every day my beautiful angel."
Sweetheart almost chokes on his glass of water ...