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“You know that show’s over, right?”
“Shush. There’s spin-offs.”
Kevin snorted, though he was grateful Percy was feeling well enough to make zombie jokes. “What about the poison?”
“Demons and holy things do not mesh well. Very oil and water, peanut butter and mayo, that sort of thing. Little crispy pieces of a damn saint are literally floating in my bloodstream, and it’s going to take some time to work itself out. Lesser demons would die, but I’m Percival Pearl and I’m fucking awesome.”
“You are very fucking awesome,” Kevin agreed, slowing down as the next exit sign came into view. He turned onto the ramp, and he heard the sword sliding across the floorboard. “Hey! Can we do something with that?”
“With what?” Percy glanced at his feet. “The sword?”
“Yeah! You know, besides go back and stab that motherfucker in the heart with it.”
“You’re an angel. You may be able to bless it if it’s not already. Sebastian still is half demon, after all. Holy items can still harm him.” Percy smirked. “If you want to kill him though, you’ll have to cut off his head. Stabbing him is very likely to just piss him off.”
“Both sounds like a good plan.” Kevin stopped at the red light at the end of the exit ramp, and he reached over to gently touch Percy’s cheek. “Let’s get you cleaned up and you can give me a lesson on blessing a fucking sword. AndthenI can stab that motherfucker and chop his head off.”
“Mmm, is it strange that just made my dick hard? Probably be weirder if it didn’t.” Percy cackled as Kevin turned off the ramp and toward a large truck stop.
Kevin found a parking space on the far side where there weren’t a lot of other vehicles. He grabbed his jacket out of the back to put on so he could hide the short sword underneath it. When he zipped up his jacket, the blade was small enough to stay hidden. He wasn’t going to be caught without protection again.
Knowing Percy hadn’t packed any clothes for himself, he paused to grab a T-shirt out of his duffle for him to borrow. “We should hurry.”
“No shit.” Percy snorted. “Is that for me?”
“Yeah, here.” Kevin handed Percy the shirt. “Yours has, you know… bullet holes.”
“Thanks.”
After Percy changed into Kevin’sIf Daryl Dies, We Riotshirt, they headed into the store to access the restrooms in the back. They walked in, and there was a man at the sink washing his hands who gave them a funny look—mostly Percy, who was still crusted in blood.
Kevin waved and laughed. “Walking Deadconvention.”
“I rage quit after the tiger,” Percy added, “but Daryl Dixon is my soulmate.”
The man left without drying his hands.
Percy headed to the sink where the man had forgotten to turn off the water, and he started rinsing off his arms. “I don’t think he could handle how much I stan Norman Reedus.”
“I’m sure that’s what it was.” Kevin snorted, checking each stall to make sure there was no one else in the bathroom. He locked the door and then hurried back over to Percy. He grabbed a handful of paper towels from the dispenser and ran them under the faucet. “Didn’t know you were such a Daryl fan.”
“I’m a Norman Reedus fan, first and foremost. We’ll have to watch a fun little film calledDark Harborsometime.”
“I’m down for a Norman marathon.” Kevin chuckled as he patted the back of Percy’s neck with the damp paper towels. “Boondock Saintsnext.”
Percy shifted into his demonic form, his broad body bulging at the seams of his clothing. He sighed in relief as if maintaining the disguise had been strenuous, and then he took off the borrowed shirt. “Sorry about the blood, peaches.”
Kevin stared at Percy’s chest in the reflection of the mirror, and his cock twitched. “Uh, it’s fine. It’ll wash out.”
Percy washed off his chest, and his thick pecs were glistening now. He rinsed off his face, and he happened to catch Kevin’s eye in the mirror. He grinned. “Oh? See something you like?”
Kevin’s heart thudded, and he slid his fingers over Percy’s shoulder as he licked his lips hungrily. “I like it a fucking lot.”
Percy suddenly whirled on Kevin, his clawed hands grabbing Kevin’s hips. “You like it in the sexy way, don’t you?” He flashed his fangs. “Why, peaches. I think you might have a fetish.”
Kevin inhaled sharply, and he felt so small in Percy’s tight grip—a feeling that no other man had been able to instill in him before. “Is it a fetish to think your boyfriend-type person is hot?”
Percy peered up at him in a curious sort of way, and he asked, “First of all,boyfriend? I’ll gladly make TikToks of us sucking face to gain followers if that’s the level you see us at.”
