okegom fanfic translations

midnight kisses 2

“S – Satanick!” Victor gasped out, feeling the sweat that had beaded on his body beginning to send a cool shiver over as he tried to settle down from the fright. As he now found himself relaxing a bit that he knew for certain it was not a random intruder, Victor narrowed his eyes as he glared behind the fingers of his hand. It really was not aiding him in the least to hold his aching head. Still, he felt a slight disturbance at having been woken up in such a manner. Was this the true cause behind his lack of sleep? He grumbled at this thought. “What in blazes are you doing?!” he hissed out, though he tried to keep his voice down to a harsh whisper lest he disturb Crea. “Do you have any idea what time it is?!” Of course, Victor had no clue as to the exact hour either. Nevertheless, he figured it was quite late into the night or early morning; the moonlight streaming in from his right was indicator enough of that.

The devil had also naturally raised his own hands to fend off the spike of pain in his head. That alone was startling, but what surprised him even more was that Victor had awoken. After all, he hadn’t all these previous times. Perhaps he truly was feeling better now to the point where he could sense when an interloper was in his bedroom. What made matters even worse was that Victor had caught him in such a precarious position. The pain in his head was nothing compared to the trepidation he was now experiencing.

“I – I’m sorry, Victor,” Satanick stuttered out, though he tried to keep his composure – to remain aloof and act as though nothing was amiss. “I didn’t mean to disturb you.”

Running a hand through his bangs and to the back of his hair, further ruffling it, Victor grumbled out, “Well, you did.” He placed his hand back over his head, rubbing the aching spot while simultaneously trying to stop the alcohol induced headache. Finally lowering his hand, Victor raised his gaze to meet Satanick’s head on. The man wore a certain expression, one that Victor could not place his finger on. Just what was with this man? Finding himself speaking his thoughts aloud, Victor questioned, “Just what were you up to, Satanick?” His eyes somewhat narrowed as he blurted out exactly what was on his mind. “You weren’t meddling with things, were you?”

Ice spread through Satanick’s veins at such a point blank accusation. Just what could he say to this? The truth was that he had been meddling, but only if ever so slightly. All he had wanted was to help Victor get well; he dare not force anything more onto him. But what could he possibly say in response to such a question? To lie would be simple, but why risk such a thing for Victor to end up suspicious of him? Of course, he was already wary thanks to having seen Satanick hovering over him. The truth would be best, wouldn’t it?

The truth….

“I….” There was no use hiding the truth. Why should he lie any further to this man? How could he? He’d been lying to himself for this long; that was entirely different, and one truth that he would stifle down until the day his immortality ceased, if ever. At least… that had always been the plan.

Only fools make plans.

He would have gladly played the part of the fool. He would have loved to have kept that role for longer. But Victor was smart; of course he was piecing things together. Why should he continue fibbing to this man? Why continue tormenting himself with these fabrications? Yes, he probably deserved it, but not Victor…. Never Victor.

Satanick’s eyes met Victor’s once more as the man simply stared at him, awaiting the devil’s response. He looked so much different with his monocle over his right eye. At least in this state, Satanick got to see his face in its entirety. He was a handsome man, and seeing Victor against the wall, his hair a mess, his eyes glassy….

There was no further need to fib….

“I was going… to do this.” Without a moment’s hesitation, Satanick found himself moving directly in front of Victor. His knees hit the edge of the bed, and before he could think otherwise, he found himself kneeling on the bed on his hands and knees. Victor was already backed into the wall, yet his body meshed further into the stone as far as he could. Unmoving, he simply stared with somewhat shaking, dilated eyes. Satanick worried that perhaps he was pushing him too much, yet Victor was not forcing him away. Satanick determined that the man suspected what was coming. His long legs now straddling Victor’s, Satanick pressed his palms into the bed as he moved his face closer to his. Normally he would keep his head straight so his lips could meet Victor’s forehead; this time, Satanick lowered his face so they were now eye to eye. Noses practically touching now, Satanick could feel Victor’s warm breath across his face. Even with such proximity, Victor still was not pushing Satanick away.