Merrick sinks into the kiss easily, shifting his body so he's lying against Metaari's side, curled against his shoulder. He kisses hard, drinking in every second of it, never wasting one.

He has no idea what came over him. Just minutes ago he'd been plotting the best way to kill Metaari, and now he's pressed against him, hand resting on his chest above his heart, kissing him desperately. His whole body feels hot, aches with the desire he's never felt for any other person.

It's probably dangerous. Right now, he doesn't care.