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Date: December 25, 1999
Setting: Manor Library
Status: Private - Belial and Gabriel (Complete)
Summary: Belial makes his decision.
Rating:



The yellowing pages and musty smell of old leather reminded him of nothing so much as Aziraphale's bookshop. The memories seemed tarnished now, tainted around the edges with the garish haze of Hellfire, but still he could not help but remember his occasional teas with the other angel fondly. His eyes trailed over the chocolates Aziraphale had left him before settling instead on the glass of brandy at his side.

He flipped the page with shiftless thoughts.

A puff of dust, and a familiar passage: 'But for corruption thou hast made Belial, an angel of hostility. All his dominions are in darkness, and his purpose is to bring about wickedness and guilt.'

Well, he'd certainly been doing well enough on that account.

Gabriel sipped again at his drink, staunchly ignoring the warmth in his stomach that stemmed partially from the alcohol and even more from the intrusive memories of Belial's lips on his skin. He skimmed over the words analyzing the passage from the Dead Sea Scrolls, grew suddenly bored, and turned the page once more. Hundreds of scholars and theologists, believers and disbelievers alike, had spent centuries of man trying to describe Belial, and none of them seemed to have been able to pin him down any more easily than Gabriel could in his befuddled thoughts. They called him Lucifer's Crown, detailed how he was a seducer with a smile like poison for the soul or a fierce warrior with the head of a bull.

Not a single entry mentioned glitter.

He turned to another page, his gaze wandering idly over the faded text as he sifted through the words of others as well as his own reeling consciousness.

Date: 2005-12-28 02:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lordofthesouth.livejournal.com
Belial let his senses guide him to Gabriel when he felt he was ready to confront the archangel. Ellie's advice weighed heavily on his mind, bearing down with the burden of the sorrow he had seen in her eyes, and the decision that needed to be made.

Gabriel's head was tilted down, eyes seeing something further than the pages of the book he clasped.

Belial approached from behind, feet light and soundless on the floor, and brushed a finger delicately over the nape of Gabriel's exposed neck.

"I do hope I'm not intruding," he murmured, bending down before the Gabriel could react to his touch. "Very interesting reading material, you've got there. I find this book does no justice to my beauty." Sarcasm, light, just enough that he was sure the angel would catch it.

Date: 2005-12-28 05:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lordofthesouth.livejournal.com
"Would you have me to proclaim my numerous wonders to the skies for you?" Belial asked softly. "Perhaps it is not vanity that stills my tongue, but a sense of propriety, fair angel."

He moved to the side of Gabriel and perched on the arm of the angel's chair, taking the book away gently and paging through it.

"This is a lot of garbage, anyhow. Humans have an endearing measure of ignorance," he said thoughtfully. Looking down at Gabriel made him want to breathe and hold his breath at the same time.

He set aside the book and thumbed a finger across Gabriel's lower lip, smoothing away a droplet of brandy that had escaped the angel's mouth. A blossoming warmth filled his chest, a change in his mood and manner, like he'd taken a hard swig of Gabriel's drink, and he tilted Gabriel's head up towards his.

His hand drifted to Gabriel's neck, feeling for the angel's pulse.

Date: 2005-12-28 08:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lordofthesouth.livejournal.com
Belial's cheek twitched, pushing down a smile. The acceptance of his touch, though obviously reluctant, sent giddiness spiraling through him.

"Never was my forte. Especially with you about," he whispered. He grazed his fingers down Gabriel's collarbone, exploring the angel's skin as thoroughly as he dared. His touch was slow, gentle, and he knew he would move no further than the angel wished him to. Gabriel's scent was intoxicating, mixed with the heady scent of the brandy.

"I posed a question to you, before," he said, hand dipping lazily to Gabriel's hip, biding his time. "In different circumstances, in a different world, could you bring yourself to want this?"

He canted his head down and placed a chaste, safe kiss against Gabriel's lips, shaking faintly.

It was vital that he know.

Date: 2005-12-28 10:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lordofthesouth.livejournal.com
Belial could feel sadness brimming his own eyes, and let himself drown in it. The library was a distant thing, books and musty corners far away, all taken away by Gabriel's simple admission.

Each word hooked in his gut with curved barbs, catching him between the curves of syllables and the spaces of breath as his heart tripped and fumbled about.

Love, unrefined and wild in him, was unlocked with the touch of Gabriel's lips against his, with the heat of his breath. It grew until he felt it might nigh burst through his chest, unfettered by doubts and the fear of being scorned.

Still, he kept his body in check. Lust could do him no good with the angel weeping so prettily beneath him. His pulse stuttered, overwhelmed by sensation.

"What do you want? Anything," he gasped against Gabriel's soft mouth. "I'll give you anything."

He knew what his decision would be when Crowley asked.

Date: 2005-12-28 08:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lordofthesouth.livejournal.com
His hand came up to hold Gabriel's touch to his face and he turned into the angel's grasp, nuzzling wrist and palm with broken tenderness. Gabriel's simplest touch tamed his fears, soothed the dark wounds in him. There was no rescinding his adoration, no taking back his decision to bind his heart to Gabriel's visage.

Lucifer's cruel eyes looked down on him from a throne of twisted bone. He could feel them on his back, pressing him to the floor with nothing more than the madness that they held. Fear roiled his mind; would he become like this? To look upon so much madness would surely beget it in his own mind.

Belial thought of Gabriel when Lucifer reached down and touched his shoulder with leering intent.


"You've been my greatest downfall and my only savior," he whispered. It was his hope that Gabriel would not puzzle out the entire truth of the matter until the spell had been completed.

He kissed Gabriel until he felt breathless, though he needed none. His tongue slid against the angel's lips, begging entrance with the tip. Kept both of his hands in Gabriel's, letting the angel set the pace of this, content with losing himself in Gabriel's mouth.

Date: 2005-12-29 06:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lordofthesouth.livejournal.com
Every sound Gabriel made left Belial straining to hear more, starved for this affection. Flowers left in the dark had no thirst for light aside his want for the briefest gasp from Gabriel's lips.

"No, it's not," he breathed. "It never has been."

Cupping the angel's hands together in his, he brushed his lips lightly over each palm, and kissed both wrists, inhaling deeply Gabriel's warm scent.

"Do what you will with my heart, Gabriel. Lucifer could not break it where you could make it into nothing more than shards of shaken glass with your kiss." He let himself languor in the angel's touch, so close to the warm body. The skin about his shoulders tingled, wings itching to be free in response to the adrenaline this crafted body pumped through him. Heart rushing.

This was the core of him. So in love. Pieced together awkwardly. So like a human. How could any of them be wrong, then, to want such a wonderful thing, if He had purposefully made Man this way?

Kneeling before Gabriel, stooped over, he pressed his face to the angel's chest.

Date: 2005-12-29 10:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lordofthesouth.livejournal.com
A choked answer bubbled on Belial's tongue, but he had no words to put to the meaning. His jaw ached with the overflowing emotion. It was a journey of footsteps, one after another, spanning the sandy, desolate wastes of his existence. A trail through the desert, droplets of water drying, clumped dun pearls, in the sand; he could hardly explain to Gabriel how each memory and hope had kept him sound and sane for so long.

"Gabriel," he said, a name more beautiful in their milk-tongue than any mortal language. It was painful to heave the celestial sounds from his throat, his body and being unable to grasp the task it undertook, but they were melodious and flowed like oozing honey. "The Father created hate, created avarice, created death. Lucifer did not invent sin."

Closing his eyes, he shook at Gabriel's touch. His knees dug uncomfortably into the floor and his mouth was dry. Shoulders hunched. "There can be no suffering that does not make the bite of happiness more keen."

Belial bit his lip, weighing his words carefully. "Love was the one balm granted to me for what pain I needed endure. Lucifer could not remake me, in that, no matter how he tried, with all his strings and wires and nimble fingers. It is my blessing and burden to know this love."

Date: 2005-12-29 09:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lordofthesouth.livejournal.com
"Since Creation began," Belial gasped with the truth of it against Gabriel's hand.

He sounded as music, throat limbering as he remembered how to speak. "I have loved you since the first mote of light was spun from the Creator and all was bathed in its fair light."

His heart did not--could not--suffer spilling forth to Gabriel quietly. It thrummed in his ears, staccato, terrified that he might be cast down again for his sins.

Little kisses; he placed them all along Gabriel's hand. His emotions were surreal to him; six thousand years of desperation and denial had left him somewhat disconnected. Detached. Watching himself love through his own eyes.

Gabriel brought his mind hurtling back to where it belonged. Everything seemed brighter, sharper, and he groaned with it.

Date: 2005-12-30 08:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lordofthesouth.livejournal.com
A fear in Belial melted at the willingness of Gabriel's kiss. His hands quavered as he explored the angel's face lightly, reverently. With tense fingers he trailed his touch down the column of Gabriel's throat, down his torso, touching whatever skin he might reach.

His hands found Gabriel's hip and he realized that the ache he felt low in his torso was not entirely one born of love.

Pulling the angel with him, Belial sat back, tumbling Gabriel effortlessly down to straddle his lap. Both hands caressed all along the angel's back and sides with slow, comforting strokes. Their lips together made heat seem like a shallow, lifeless thing.

His angel. It was happiness, this feeling that he felt, that he could scarely put meaning to.

Slowly, letting Gabriel adjust to his touch, he brought his hand across the angel's groin, brushing, asking permission without words.

Date: 2005-12-30 10:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lordofthesouth.livejournal.com
Shuddering with pleasure by proxy, Belial gasped, rigid and constrained by his own clothes. His own body hardly mattered against the shadowed muscles of Gabriel's abdomen and thighs. The way the light played over the angel's body was entrancing.

He lifted Gabriel up with awe at the beauty before him, setting him on the edge of the chair.

Gabriel's hard cock was at the perfect height, and he pressed his lips against it, laving at the heated flesh with the broad of his tongue. His fingers searched wetly between the angel's thighs, sending searing shocks of pleasure through his own body with each new small countour of the Gabriel's sensitive flesh that he discovered.

Belial cupped his hand against Gabriel's groin and, mouth sliding wetly about the angel's erection, sucked. His tongue slid masterfully along the underside of the cock in his mouth then twisted, swirling around the head with smooth, wrapping strokes.

Gabriel slid deeper into his mouth, enough that the head of the angel's cock burgeoned at the back of his throat, his jaw loose and working to pleasure the angel.

Deep in his chest, he moaned.

Date: 2005-12-30 01:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lordofthesouth.livejournal.com
Belial could feel the world crashing down about his ears, all his doubts and denials shivered to powder.

Tongue still coated with Gabriel's spill, he wrapped his arms tightly around the angel, cradling him carefully close.

"Be still, be still," he whispered soothingly against Gabriel's shoulder, sticky lips pressed to the angel's skin. Purring wordless, comforting sounds with heavy-lidded eyes. Could only imagine how strange and utterly terrifying it must be for Gabriel. His voice was raspy from the motion of Gabriel's cock in his throat, and his body stung with the guilty pleasure of it.

"I won't hurt you, I won't break you," he murmured, not sure of his own meaning. "I love you, I love you, I love you. There's nothing wrong with this." Angel flesh shook beneath his touch, limbs tangled in a mess of cloth and muscle. He ran his hands down Gabriel's back, over his shoulders, petting his hair and his chest and holding him so very close.

"Don't be frightened, please, don't," Belial said sweetly, sadness a staccato refrain in his tone.

Date: 2005-12-31 07:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lordofthesouth.livejournal.com
Belial slumped to the floor, lying with his face obscured by his black hair. Eyes part closed, drained, he could do no more than rub weakly at the drying remnants of Gabriel's pleasure from the corner of his mouth.

The floor was hard and cold and unforgiving, cheek to polished wood, a chill seeping into his skin where it pressed against his body. His torso lie nigh flat, slats of paneling digging into his hip painfully.

His body crawled with the ghost of ecstasy, overshadowed achingly by a haze of despondent sorrow.

He pushed himself to his hands and knees and, for the first time, held himself in confession to his own conscience. Hair drooping about his face in a silken cowl of a condemned supplicant, he gave a sob of release, of relief, of agony. Gabriel wanted him.

John Constantine would be getting a part of his soul back.

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