An Exception

Chapter Two

Hearts furrowed his brows. Zamasu's shoving at his chest wasn't very convincing at all. His heart was a bit difficult to read, but he seemed to actually want to stay, "I don't want the gods."

"Hah! That isn't believable in the slightest! I can tell by the way you interact with me that you want to . . . to be vulgar with me!" A deep red dusted the Kai's cheeks and the tops of his ears as he broke eye contact with the other man.

"You mean I want to have sex with you? Yes, I do. I absolutely would have sex with you the moment you told me it was okay to do so." Why was it so damn simple to admit that? "But that's not the issue here, is it? You're just trying to convince yourself why you hate this situation." He buried a hand in Zamasu's hair, gripping it and yanking his head back so he could look him in the eye again, "Your mouth is going on and on but I can hear your heart."

"Wh-what are you talking about? I hate mortals!" His mind was reeling from everything this man was saying. How could he admit so easily that he wanted to have sex? How filthy!

"But you crave intimacy. Do you not?" Zamasu was no longer shoving at him or struggling. He just looked directly into Hearts' eyes, a very blank expression on his face. "Well? Go ahead and tell me that I am wrong if that's the case. If you really hate it, then tell me so. Tell me to let go of you, Zamasu. But if you desire to be held close to someone, then shut up and let me hold you."

What was with him? Why was he so adamant about staying this way? And then saying that he could 'hear his heart'. What did that mean? Why was he acting as though he knew what he truly wanted? Sure, being close to someone like this was reminiscent of the intimacy between Black and Zamasu, but this man was most certainly neither of the two! Why would he want to stay in the embrace of a mortal or demon or whatever the hell this bastard was!?

Yet . . . he didn't budge, not even an inch. He only narrowed his eyes at Hearts until the man finally released his grip on his hair and pulled his head against his chest.

Warm . . .

"I just want you to know that I hate this." Zamasu murmured the words against Hearts' chest, his own heart beating rapidly as his mind and his desires clashed. What was he supposed to do in such a situation? This was ridiculous!

"Do you? I'm not very convinced, Zamasu." Hearts smiled softly as he ran his fingers through the god's hair. It was so soft. Did he like it when someone played with his hair? "You slept quite a lot. I'm not sure how long you were out when I found you. You barely even stirred when I carried you to bed."

". . . I haven't slept well since I was brought here."

"But you did last night, did you not?"

". . ." Zamasu furrowed his brows at the implication of Hearts' words. He had slept the best since he'd been here, "Because I had a bed instead of that table. Get me my own bed."

"You'll sleep better in mine."

"I want my own."

"You'd be lonely and cold if you had your own. Besides . . . there aren't any spare rooms. I told you so before."

Before Zamasu had the chance to argue back, there was a knock at the door. "Isn't it a little early for a lovers' quarrel?" Fu chuckled on the other side, "Breakfast is almost ready, so you should put your clothes on and join us."

Put their clothes on!? Zamasu's eyes widened with anger, "We didn't have-"

Hearts slapped another hand over the god's mouth, "Yeah, yeah. We'll be out shortly." He waited a bit for Fu to walk away before removing his hand once more, "What does it matter if he thinks we had sex? It doesn't hurt anything." He grinned at the intense scowl the Kai threw his way, "The more angry you get, the more beautiful you are, Zamasu." Hearts smirked, intending to fluster Zamasu, but instead the Kai got quiet and his expression became blank.