Blood Makes Noise (слэш)

Sam feels like he’s a hurricane. There’s the chaos of his dark, twisted needs, and the eye of the storm, the calm that keeps the rest from tearing a swathe of destruction through the world. Usually, the calm wins. He smiles with his dimples and his warm eyes and people melt for him, give in to his sway so easily it thrills him every time.
Sometimes, he wants more than what such simple, subtle manipulation can give.