Sylum Snippet/Teaser: Kitchen Angels
Author: Bj Jones
Author Note: This is a teaser/snippet from the story that will introduce Matt & Richard – This is a scene right before Matt is shipped out.
Bonus: Also listen to the piece of Music that inspired this section!
The sun was just starting to rise, the makeshift camp was still dark, and quiet. There were very few people roaming, which made it his favorite time of the day. In less than an hour, the workers would start wandering into the mess hall, looking for tea and food. He would hopefully get a few moments with Matt, before he got called out to fix some other teams fuckup.
He didn’t have enough eggs for anything spectacular, so instead grabbed the powdered ones, and started to prepare breakfast. God, he missed cooking a full English breakfast, one day he would have to make it for Matt. Then figure out what the hell biscuits and gravy was, it sounded interesting from how Matt described it.
The knife in his hand shifted into defense, when the side door opened unexpectedly. When he saw Matt, standing in his uniform shaky and pale, he swore he would kill the bastard who upset him. “What’s wrong?” He slid the pan off the fire and slammed the knife down into the cutting board. Fear was starting to creep up his spine, when Matt didn’t answer instead closed the door behind him, and leaned against it for a moment. “Matt?”
“I’ve been reassigned.”
No!
Hell fucking no!
He had been working to pull every damn string he had to keep Matt with him, as he knew the project would end at some point. Just never expected it this soon. He had already sent one letter to Galahad, he had needed more information about Mates, and needed to know if there was any way to track or move an American soldier. The info he received back about Mates was helpful, and Camelot’s Second assured him he would look into options, he hadn’t heard anything since.
“What do you mean?” Richard took off Matt’s hat, hung it up in its normal spot, and pulled him further into the kitchen.
“Major John Hollis.” He took a deep breath. “I’ve been reassigned to the 4th Division, I’m transferring to Dartmouth, today. Matter of fact I’m already packed, I just couldn’t leave without seeing you.”
“Why?” He was trying hard to keep his emotions under check. He was pretty sure he couldn’t get away with kidnapping, but that didn’t stop his mind from coming up with a few options.
Matt ran a hand through his hair, one of his tells that something wasn’t right. “I did something or didn’t do something. I don’t know. I’m going across, Richard. I don’t know specifics, but we’ve been here supposedly distracting the Germans, sooner or later it was going to happen. I’m trained, went to bootcamp and everything. Hell, I can handle weapons easily, have been since a kid, but fuck Richard I don’t know if I’m ready for this. I was drafted for my skills, and was even made an Officer. I’m not a grunt, and damn doesn’t that sound awful. Good men, so many men, have been fighting and dying, while I’ve been building fake planes.”
“Everyone has a place, just because it’s not on a front line doesn’t make it any less valuable. You’re saving lives by faking out the Germans.” Richard reached out, hand cupping his cheek.
“Fuck it.” He muttered, stepping into Richard’s space, reaching upwards to pull him down into the kiss he wanted since they went harvesting blackberries. He knew it could ruin their friendship, but he was being shipped out and would possibly never see him again. What he wasn’t expecting was to be yanked closer, and the kiss to be deepened.
Before he knew it he was pushed against the counter, his uniform jacket was pulled open, followed by his shirt being untucked. Head fell back when a hand caressed his stomach. “Richard …”
“God I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” He got both his hands on bare skin, hiking up the shirt and undershirt, feeling the muscles contract under his touch. “You’re my Mate.”
“What?” He asked, trying to catch his breath.
“Vampires have Mates.” Richard stepped back, letting Matt get his composure. “A soul that completes them in every way. The moment I saw you, something resinated deep inside. You belong with me, as I do with you. But you have an idiot for a Sire.”
“Yeah he kinda forgot to mention a lot of important things.” Matt reached out and ran a hand down Richard’s chest. “So what does a Mate entail?”
“We would be fully connected, and that connection runs deep, we’ll be able to sense each other’s emotions.” He gripped Matt’s roaming hand, then leaned down and kissed him. “It’s forever. I mean if one of us was to die, the other would follow. There is no in between.”
Matt pulled him into a deeper kiss, their bodies melding together. Both were achingly hard, wanting more, but not able to have. “Fuck.” He fell back against the counter, when Richard got his pants open, and hand gripped his aching dick. “Uniform…”
“Don’t tell me you haven’t wanked off, noticing the mess turned to dust.” Richard kissed along his neck, enjoying the soft curse words, as his Mate lost his normal calm facade. “During those long nights, did you take yourself in hand, what did you think of? My hands on you? I thought of you. Bent over one of those damn planes, tool belt slipping low on your hips, your firm ass in those boiler suits.”
“Fuck. So close.” He whined, pushing into the touch, wanting more.
“You’re beautiful like this, you can trust me, let go.” He moaned, as he found his own release when Matt tossed his head back letting his orgasm rip through him.
“That was … ” Matt panted as he tried to calm back down, letting Richard clean up. “You came with just …”
“I would love to explore more, I’ve actually never done that with another guy before.” Richard washed his hands, then quickly got Matt looking presentable. “I want to Mate with you.”
“How?” He ran his hand through Richard’s short cropped hair. “Wait, you said it’s forever.”
“Is that a problem?” Richard hoped the fear didn’t creep into his voice.
“No, it’s the die when I die. I’m going into war, we can’t do this, at least not right now.” Matt stepped away, smoothing out his uniform jacket, despite his hands shaking. “I can die over there.”
“You’re already dead.” He pointed out, and thank God for small mercies. If Matt wasn’t Turned, this moment would be going very differently.
“Yeah and I can get permanently dead. That’s the one thing MacGyver emphasized was that Vampires don’t come back from being beheaded.” He didn’t want to bring up the burned at a stake and other gruesome deaths he mentioned.
“Not like the Germans are carrying swords and beheading the enemy,” Richard argued.
Matt gave him a look, only to slump slightly back against the counter. “I’ve seen people lose limbs and heads in weird shit accidents at home. That … ” He threw his arm out towards where he was likely going to end up. ” … is a war zone. There’s mines, trip wires, machine guns, tanks, grenades and God knows what else. I can’t take you with me, it wouldn’t be right.”
“And you think I’ll be okay losing you?” He growled low in this throat. “You’re everything to me.”
“I come back right? I mean, one of the things he did mention was that souls come and go. He mentioned seeing an old friend or something. I would come back, hell maybe as a woman make our life easier.”
“I don’t give a shit you have a dick. It was actually very nice!” Richard clasped his hands behind his head, taking a few calming breaths. “I love you, Matthew Thompson.”
He took a step closer, found himself once again pulling Richard into a passionate kiss. “My life has been so fucking insane these past months. The only good thing was meeting you. But I can’t Richard. I can’t take you with me because some German happens to know how to kill our kind. You can’t say that’s not a possibility. Though it would more likely be a land mine. I want this, I want you. I don’t even care that society would shun us. I got a big farm so we could be left alone.”
“Vampires don’t care that we’re both men. The Second in Command of Camelot, my Clan, has two male Mates, we have a home at Camelot or even Sylum the Clan in America if you want.” Richard held him close, then gave a heavy sigh. “I agree and don’t. This isn’t a time to Mate. I want at least a bed nearby.”
Matt snorted, resting his head on his strong shoulder. “I promise to come back. I will do everything in my power to survive. I will come home.” He stepped back wiping away his tears. “Though where is home?”
Richard moved across the kitchen, grabbed a pencil and paper, and wrote out a quick address. “I don’t know where I’ll be, but at the end of this bloody war I’ll be here. Tell Jake I sent you.”
He glanced down at the note.
The Rookery
White Chapel
London
“I’ll be there, the moment we kick the Germans back to Berlin.” Matt pulled out a small notebook from his pocket, pulled off the band, placed the note inside, snapped the band in place to secure it before putting it back in his pocket. “I have to go.”
“Matt … “
“I love you.” He said softly. “If there is one thing I want you to know, it’s that. And … ” He paused, then dug out a small envelope from his pocket and handed it to him. “Read this after I’m gone. My dad’s farm is listed there, in case …” Another deep breath. “In case it all goes to shit, check on him. Please.”
“I promise.” He took the letter and put it in his back pocket. “Come home and you can introduce me to him.”
“He would like you. Well, cook him something first, then he’ll like you.”
Richard pulled him into a deep kiss, both of them had tears flowing by the time they stepped away. Matt grabbed his hat, slipped it on, gave him one last smile and left.
He never looked back.
It’s going to be difficult to wait for more on Richard and Matt…
I enjoyed the snippet greatly!
Merry Christmas Eve!!
—Naj 😀 😀 ❤️❤️