Belial leaned against Gabriel, torn between glancing about at the angel's room and keeping his eyes on the face before him. He shifted on the bed and caught Gabriel's chin with his hand, cupping it delicately with the tips of his fingers, and stroked his thumb across the angel's lips. A breathless smile curled the corners of his mouth with joy; with concealed apprehension.
They leaned together, drifting inwards with temptation, Belial's eyes heavy-lidded, and they were caught in midair, paused. Hesitating, lips so close.
Belial's touch sent currents through the angel's incensed nerves, thrilling, caressing, comfortable in a way Gabriel never would have guessed but now couldn't imagine not feeling. The ache of being this close to the demon - of want, of something more that he could not define but which coursed through his veins with breathless intensity - swelled in him, and he pressed forward, seeking to banish the space between them...
And then someone else was calling his name.
His eyes flickered to the door even while his hand sought Belial's wrist. He recognized Raphael's voice easily. Heard the anxious edge to it, and quickly ascertained what the reason for this visit must be.
And recognized just as easily that Belial's was hardly a conducive presence in the matter.
Belial, for his part, had been close enough to Gabriel to hear the hitch in his breath, had felt the angel's pulse spike beneath his fingers, but even so had not expected quite this reaction. Still, he couldn't imagine Gabriel would suddenly be trying to shove him into a closet without some reason, so except for a curious look cast in the archangel's direction, he put up no protest, and quite suddenly found himself tucked into an old armoire with little leg room and even less explanation. He blinked.
Gabriel pressed a quick kiss to his temple, muttering quickly, "I'm sorry, but I can't... I just can't." And then the doors were being shut around him, and Belial was left alone with his thoughts and a heavy coating of dust.
Gabriel, feeling perfectly puerile and utterly ridiculous, quickly straightened his shirt as he made his way towards the door, paused, forcing his heartbeat to slow to a less frantic pace, and straightened his shirt again. He felt a flush creeping into his cheeks at his own silliness, but promptly forced it away. He couldn't let Raphael find out, not now, not like this...
Easing his expression into one more empathetic, he opened the door. "Raphael," he said warmly, any irritation from their last meeting forgotten. If his suspicion about this meeting was right, it was hardly the time for harsh feelings. Raphael would need support more than anything. "Is everything all right?"
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Date: 2006-02-26 08:59 pm (UTC)They leaned together, drifting inwards with temptation, Belial's eyes heavy-lidded, and they were caught in midair, paused. Hesitating, lips so close.
Belial's touch sent currents through the angel's incensed nerves, thrilling, caressing, comfortable in a way Gabriel never would have guessed but now couldn't imagine not feeling. The ache of being this close to the demon - of want, of something more that he could not define but which coursed through his veins with breathless intensity - swelled in him, and he pressed forward, seeking to banish the space between them...
And then someone else was calling his name.
His eyes flickered to the door even while his hand sought Belial's wrist. He recognized Raphael's voice easily. Heard the anxious edge to it, and quickly ascertained what the reason for this visit must be.
And recognized just as easily that Belial's was hardly a conducive presence in the matter.
Belial, for his part, had been close enough to Gabriel to hear the hitch in his breath, had felt the angel's pulse spike beneath his fingers, but even so had not expected quite this reaction. Still, he couldn't imagine Gabriel would suddenly be trying to shove him into a closet without some reason, so except for a curious look cast in the archangel's direction, he put up no protest, and quite suddenly found himself tucked into an old armoire with little leg room and even less explanation. He blinked.
Gabriel pressed a quick kiss to his temple, muttering quickly, "I'm sorry, but I can't... I just can't." And then the doors were being shut around him, and Belial was left alone with his thoughts and a heavy coating of dust.
Gabriel, feeling perfectly puerile and utterly ridiculous, quickly straightened his shirt as he made his way towards the door, paused, forcing his heartbeat to slow to a less frantic pace, and straightened his shirt again. He felt a flush creeping into his cheeks at his own silliness, but promptly forced it away. He couldn't let Raphael find out, not now, not like this...
Easing his expression into one more empathetic, he opened the door. "Raphael," he said warmly, any irritation from their last meeting forgotten. If his suspicion about this meeting was right, it was hardly the time for harsh feelings. Raphael would need support more than anything. "Is everything all right?"