Sampson had lightened up with his friends' support. He managed to get through a long shift, going until midnight before he went home. He barely managed to sleep, but he had let his coworkers' know that he was taking the day off. He had a horrendous amount of paid time off saved up, and after the fire when he saved Ryan's life, he had been taking a lot of time off. The next morning, Sam got up and showered before dressing in light fall attire. He went to the store, getting a basket together of fruits, trail mixes, teas and chocolate.<br/><br/>He had the basket shrink wrapped, and he drove to Ryan's apartment. He climbed the stairs to Ryan's apartment and knocked on the door, then rang the doorbell. He'd seen Ryan's car parked, so he doubted he'd gone anywhere. It had only been a full day since they'd seen each other last. In fact, more than anything Sampson was just worried about Ryan even more. He tried the door, and found it unlocked. He swallowed back nervousness and slipped inside, shutting the door quietly. "Ryan? It's Sam. I..." He trailed off and frowned at the sight of molted feathers all over the place, and they were too big to be chicken feathers, though that thought was extremely random. Sam tried to rationalize what he was seeing, but he knew the truth.<br/><br/>He went over and set the basket down, then knelt down to pick up a feather. No wonder Ryan had run. He didn't know much about molting periods for feathers, but he could guess Ryan was something supernatural. He just hoped he wasn't a demon, and he already knew Ryan wasn't pompous or arrogant like Milo. "Ryan?" he called out, not wanting to snoop around or scare him.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Rai swallowed audibly, the desire clear in his face. He stared up at him, his head still wrenched back. He could see the change before it took physical form on Kane's body, and he shuddered. Rai tried to nip at Kane's lips, but he was soon thrown onto the bed. Jesus the other was strong, and Rai was all the happier for it. Now he wasn't drugged. Now he could enjoy what the other had to offer. He peered over his shoulder to see Kane's tail and horns and he licked his own lips before pulling himself up onto all fours. Though that was a bit difficult when the other wrenched down his pants. The fabric tore, but they effectively kept his legs together.<br/><br/>He was already half hard, and Rai's wings fluttered against his back, the leather soft appendages folding neatly against his spine so Kane could get the full view of his spine and the tattoo inked on there. His flicked to the side, keeping out of the way as well. "Don't pull my tail," he said, because it was the one thing he really hated to have done to him. Beyond that though he quieted until Kane slapped his ass. It prompted a groan, pushing his ass further into the air. If Kane whipped the same spots repeatedly Rai could in theory feel pain, but the pleasure that mingled with it outweighed any discomfort.