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When Seamus O'Donnell returns to his Massachusetts hometown for Samhain, or Halloween as his neighbors like to call it, he has a bone to pick with someone.

At twenty-six, with a career on Wall Street, life was looking up for him until cancer attacked. Now, on that night when the veil is thin between the dead and those who aren't dead, feeling he has nothing to lose, Seamus summons up the one thing nobody wants to see.

To Seamus's surprise, he doesn't get an ugly skeleton in a dark robe, but rather something quite handsome. When it misunderstands something Seamus says in anger, the being makes Seamus a proposition he just can't refuse.

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Seamus gasped. It was standing in front of him entirely naked. If Seamus had thought that its face was beautiful, he thought that its body was even more so. It was tall, and expansive, but full of muscle. There was not a drop of fat or waste on it. Everything that should be on a person was there, but more so. Nipples, abs, muscles, and all the other stuff just stood there, staring him in the face.

It had been a long time since Seamus had seen anyone naked, let alone been with anyone. It didn't matter to him that the person in front of him was a man; Seamus was brought up to believe that everyone was beautiful, and that sex was just a way of expressing love for others, and their beauty. If anything, the fact that this was a naked man in front of him was a huge turn-on for Seamus. He had only been with men a few times in college, and so this blue-skinned, white-haired demigod was starting to look like a rare treat, the kind that you only got on the holidays.

Seamus wanted to take his eyes off of it, but he couldn't. The day that Seamus got the cancer diagnosis he had called his date for the evening and cancelled. He had been meeting a lot of people at the time. It was casual, yet hopeful, dating, but when the diagnosis came in, he swore that he would concentrate on himself. He knew in reality that he simply didn't want to drag someone down the path he had to pursue to try to get well. He knew that in the end, if he lost the battle with cancer, that it wouldn't be fair to leave someone behind.

Now though, now there was someone standing in front of him who knew about those battles, knew about those losses, and this thing, this person, maybe, was offering himself to Seamus. It moved a little closer to Seamus and opened its arms.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Seamus asked.

It stood there, stretched out its arms even further, and then it closed its eyes. It stood there as if it were absorbing something. Everything? What the fuck was it doing?

Seamus stared in fascination. It was as if Seamus could feel it taking in life, taking in knowledge. Seamus stared, mesmerized, and more than a little turned-on. After what had to be at least two minutes, it opened its eyes.

"Your wish," it said, in a voice that was deep and somehow comforting, the voice of something big and strong, yet something peaceful and calm. "I am granting your wish."

"You're going away?" Seamus asked, his voice a mixture of sarcasm and surprise.

It shook its head no.

"That's not what you wished for," It said. "You asked to fuck me."

Seamus could feel himself harden at the thought. He couldn't help it. It was beautiful. It had been forever.

"That's not what I meant," Seamus said. "I meant ..."

How the fuck could he explain this to something that was so ancient, so different?

"Forgive me," It said. "It's been a very long time since I have had a conversation with anyone. It's been an even longer time, since I've been summoned, and I can't tell you how long it's been since I've had an offer like this. Perhaps, I am hopeful, and perhaps, I don't understand."

Seamus laughed.

"Yeah, it's been a long time for me, too," he said.

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