Sam knew it was completely irrational, but sometimes he thought he could /feel/ the blood traveling throughout his body. It felt disgusting. Unclean. Wrong. Those were the days where he needed to remind himself to breathe, because all he could focus on was the poison that had been running through his veins since he turned six months old. (subtle wincest)

Toris is depressed, and needs an escape from his dull life. The bar seems to be his only answer, but his morning brightens up considerably when his long-term boyfriend, Ivan, wanders into the bar as well. Rated T for language and a kiss.