Blake Marks is searching for something. His life seems to have grown stale and boring. He’s listless and sinking into depression. Thinking that it has something to do with his being overweight he decides to go to the gym to work out. After a rather exhausting workout session he heads to the steam room and sees what he thinks is an angel appearing from within the steam. But angels don’t exist do they? After meeting Sciniel and going on a date with the tall, muscled man, Blake feels that his life is finally changing for the better. He has no idea just how much his life is really about to change, because angels and demons do exist and Sciniel has set his sights on Blake to make him his own, because Blake is Sciniel’s dusha tovarishchi and Sciniel will stop at nothing to claim the very man he came to Earth for.

-This free story was offered as a part of the Goodreads M/M Romance Group event: Love Has No Boundaries and was based on a story prompt offered by a reader-

An Angelic Meeting
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With a heavy sigh, Blake opened his locker and peeled off his sweaty clothes, putting them inside of his gym bag and wrapping a towel around his waist. He wanted to put his shirt on, try to hide his soft, round belly from anyone that might see it, but he didn’t want to get too hot while in the steam room. Squaring his shoulders even as he wrapped his arms more firmly around his waist, Blake hurried towards the steam room, not making any eye contact with the two males walking around nude in the locker room. Everyone in the gym was trying to kill him. First Michiel with his workout and now the gorgeous men in the locker room were trying to give him heart failure by walking around wet and naked. Blake dropped one of his arms and pressed it into the towel tenting at his groin. It would do nothing but get him in trouble if these hulking men saw him lusting over them.
As he approached the door to the steam room, an unidentified feeling swamped him. Anxiety flooded his system and Blake looked around, wondering why he suddenly felt as if something monumental was about to occur. Had someone noticed him checking out the men in the gym? Had they glanced at him and seen his erection? He really didn’t want to have to fight for his life today. He waited for a moment and when nothing happened, he shrugged it off, figuring that he was just wound up over walking around naked with other naked men walking around him as well.
Blake reached out a hand for the steam room door only to have it swing open before him. He stepped back and looked up, through the clouds of steam floating out of the room towards him. His eyes widened as he found himself looking up, up, up the long legs, trunk-like thighs, trim waist, and broad, broad shoulders of some unknown man. It was at the man’s shoulders that Blake’s eyes felt as if they were going to pop out of his skull. Were those… wings spread out behind the other man? No, no, it wasn’t possible. It was just a trick of the light and the steam from the room. When the “wings” folded back, Blake felt his heart speed up and he gasped. His eyes continued traveling up past the thick neck, chiseled jaw, dimpled chin of the stranger to his full lips, thin aquiline nose, bright, cerulean blue eyes and brown hair before he finally heard the man’s voice.
“What?” he asked stupidly, blinking up at the man.
“I asked you if you were going to come in or just stand out there gawking all day,” the man said.
“Oh! Um… I’m coming in,” Blake responded. He smiled shyly at the other man and stepped forward.
“Good. I think I’ll join you,” the tall stranger stated.
“But didn’t you just finish in there?” Blake questioned the other man.
The giant of a man nodded and leered at Blake. “Yes I did, and I was all relaxed. Then I saw you and one very specific, very big and thick part of me got stiff all over again.”
Blake flushed even as his eyes widened yet again. Was this man flirting with him? Him? Even as fat as he was? Really?
“O-okay,” he said and nodded before stepping past the bigger man into the steam room. He could’ve sworn he heard the other man inhaling deeply as he stepped past him, as if he were trying to catch Blake’s scent, which at that moment was “musk-a-la-Blake”, and lightly touching Blake’s hair. He couldn’t be sure, but he was almost positive. Looking over his shoulder at the other man as he stepped towards one of the benches in the room, Blake noticed the play of muscles beneath the other man’s skin as he closed the door to the steam room and walked to a bench directly across from him.
His eyes traveled over the other man’s muscled frame as the stranger sat and stretched his legs out.
“So, how long have you been coming to the gym?” the stranger asked him, lifting a hand and spearing it through his brown locks. Blake swallowed thickly as he felt his cock harden beneath his towel.
“Umm—today’s my first day,” Blake answered, his eyes feasting over the man’s near naked form.
“I figured it had to be. I definitely would have noticed you if you’d come here at any other time,” the brunet nodded.
Blake looked around the room to see if maybe the gorgeous man was talking to someone else, but realizing they were the only two people in the room, he pointed to himself.
“Me?” he questioned the other man. He shivered when the tall man chuckled, his noise of amusement sounding like crackling fire and Blake felt his body grow warmer than it already was sitting in the steam room.
“Yes, you. There’s no one else in the room I could be talking about,” the man answered.
“But why me?” Blake asked. He shook his head. He had no delusions about his appearance; he knew what he looked like. There was no way this man was talking about him.
“You don’t realize how beautiful you are, do you?” The other man shook his head as if he couldn’t understand that notion. “And apparently no one else does either if you don’t realize how delicious you are.”
Blake’s eyes widened. “Are you like a cannibal or something?”
The loud bark of laughter took Blake by surprise. When the broad-shouldered man doubled over to continue laughing, Blake wondered what he’d said that was so funny. It had to be the only logical conclusion right? This man was talking about him as if he found Blake to be some sexy man that he wanted in his bed. Blake knew that couldn’t be the truth because while he wasn’t a virgin, he’d been told by the men he’d slept with that it was either a pity fuck or they were only sleeping with him on a dare. It hadn’t done much for his already low self-esteem, but that was the reason he was at the gym, to get in shape, so that he would never be considered a pity fuck again.
“What? It’s a perfectly logical question. Why else would you be flirting with me?” Blake asked. He gasped when the other man’s head jerked up and he saw his blue eyes flashing like fire. The stranger stood to his feet and strode over to Blake before crouching in front of him.
“I don’t know who gave you such a low opinion of yourself but they are fucking idiots. You are gorgeous and smell wonderful. I’m a man who knows what he wants and doesn’t stop until he gets it and I want you. Not because I want to eat you, at least not in the literal sense, though my tongue in your ass is definitely something that I want to happen and soon. I want to date you. Get to know you. Take you out to dinner and a movie. Hear you laugh. Find out your likes and dislikes. I’m not crazy or a serial killer. I’m just a man who finds you to be the most beautiful man he’s ever seen in his life,” the other man stated as he looked into Blake’s eyes.

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