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Date: March 17, 2000 -- night
Setting: A corridor in the Manor
Status: Private (Uriel, Pestilence, Mictain) -- Complete
Summary: A demon is nasty, an angel is upset, and a horseman is protective.


Of course, it was definitely not wise. anybody could come across them; the corridor was a public place after all. However, it was the middle of night, and even though many of the Manor's inhabitants didn't technically need to sleep, almost all of them still did so. The risk of anybody finding them was very low, Uriel reasoned to himself.

That, and he didn't want to stop for long enough to reach either of their rooms.

Even if it wasn't secure, he couldn't help himself. Nobody was perfect, and thus even he had his weaknesses, and Pestilence was quickly finding out each and every one of them. Sure, there were things like his depression and mood swings, but those were irrelevant right now. What really mattered now were his physical weaknesses, previously unknown even to himself but now most eagerly explored by Pestilence.

Thus he was standing there, in a shadowed corner but still a public place, lightly pushed against the wall by a very insistent horseman, their mouths locked together while their hands wandered around, exploring, examining, tracing every line and curve. It was like they were trying to memorize each other's bodies, and they could just as well have, both going about their task with dedication usually saved for exact scientific studies alone. They both knew scientific studies very well, too, even though Pestilence's experiences in such matters were almost exclusively from the area of medicine while Uriel's were more based on his curiosity as to how humans got their knowledge than hands-on experience.

Pestilence tasted of sugar, like Uriel had often come to notice. ...Well, at least his mouth tasted of sugar.

He was so concentrated on his little study of personification physiology that he didn't even notice the approaching aura.

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[demon-mictain.livejournal.com]

Mictain was getting restless. His patience wouldnt last long anymore, he knew that. It was already stretched too thin, every passing second reminding him only of the fact that he did not have Raphael.

It hurt more than he liked to admit.

His head was full of violent thoughts now, thoughts involving Raphael in ways he would have never even dared to imagine before. Now, however, he found himself more or less calmly consider actually committing some of such deeds. He would have Raphael, no matter what.

He was too restless to even sleep properly. After noticing that tonight would be another night with no rest, he had decided to take a walk around the Manor. He'd already made a little habit out of it; he could just as well continue. It wasn't like anybody would even be there, after all.

To his surprise, however, he did indeed encounter somebody on his nightly stroll. And it was the most unexpected person, too. Well, the person's identity wasn't really unexpected -- after all, he knew very well that Uriel did not sleep, period. However, the situation Uriel was in, as well as his current company, made Mictain's eyebrows fly high.

The Severer was currently pushed against a wall in a way that could only be described as gentle. There were hands all over him, and Uriel's hands were all over the other being, their lips meeting in a kiss neither seemed to intend to stop for a while yet.

"Well, well, well," he said, smirking, as he walked closer. "What's this, angel? Playing a whore even to the lowest of low just so that you won't have to be alone, eh? I wouldn't have thought this of you. Of Raphael, maybe. Israfel, definitely. But you? I am genuinely surprised, Uriel. You never were such a little whore before. But then, they do say that people change."

[stds-r-4-lovers.livejournal.com]

The past few days had been busy, and Pestilence had been unable to see Uriel as much as he would have liked; therefore, he was making the most of their reuniting. The fact that they could not disengage long enough to find the safety of one of their rooms did not bother him in the least now that he was once again next to his angel, relearning Uriel's curves, his smell and taste, his very essence. He could have cared less if Yahweh himself had come down and tut-tutted their PDA.

That was how he felt at least until he heard a snide and insulting voice coming from behind him and sobered enough to feel the dark aura shadowing over them.

Pestilence felt Uriel's hands shaking, saw fear in his partner's eyes. "Its going to be OK," he whispered to Uriel. Slowly, just as a cat moves while eyeing an threat, he turned to face Mictain, keeping himself between the demon and Uriel.

(He may have already been damned, but it would be a snow day in Hell before he let anything happen to Uriel.)

"Ah, so you must be the newly fallen Mictain. I like what you've done with your hair. Hell always did have the best stylists," the horseman straightened his spine so that he was basically looking Mictain in the eye, a loud proclimation that he would deal with anything the demon had to dish out. "Tell me, how did you convince Lucifer to let you out? I've always heard he likes to break in fresh meat himself- And even with your recent experiences with the healer, I think the Morningstar would have plenty to teach you."

"And unless you put a more civil tongue in your head then I guess I'll have a thing or two to teach you, too."

[demon-mictain.livejournal.com]

Mictain watched calmly as Pestilence turned around to face him. He took note of how the horseman made sure to stay between Uriel and him at all times like a protective shield. So it was like that, then, eh?

Pestilence's words, however, made him angry -- partly because it reminded him of his fears. No, Lucifer would not be happy with him. However, the Morningstar would definitely love to get his claws on him for several reasons, the most important of them being that little casting-out-of-Heaven thing from before the time. Lucifer was one of the two reasons while he still stayed in the Manor, the other being Raphael. Adam was the only one who could keeep Lucifer away from him now.

"My dealings with Lucifer are none of your business," he growled, an evil glint in his red eyes. "And I'd truly like to see you teach me anything. You're no good for that kind of a thing -- in fact, you're no good for anything, period. Except for seducing angels, it seems. You'd make a fine demon, you know. Most probably you will once you lead the oh-so-pure Uriel to Fall."

He saw Uriel flinching behind the horseman and went on. "He's His favourite, you konw. Has the most Presence to him. And if I've something learnt during my existence, its that He Above is a jealous god. You can't give your heart to anybody but him." His voice was now bitter, and he weighed his words more carefully. This hit rather close to home.

"But then again, that is probably what you want to achieve anyway. Uriel's a nutcase even as it is; you must be just itching to have him break completely. I can't even imagine how well you must get off at that thought. I mean, an ill angel. And such a powerful one, too. He's whoring himself to you for just a bit of your attention, and while using him on your advantage you can all the time drive him closer to the complete breakdown."

[stds-r-4-lovers.livejournal.com]

Pestilence's eyes narrowed. For a moment he thought about the virus that he had created; the one that could effect immortals. Wouldn't that wipe the smirk off of the demon's face. But even if he did give into temptation, the virus was all the way back at his room, and there was no way he could get at it. So, it would have to be a verbal show-down... at least until the demon decided to get physical, in which case Pestilence hoped that the would be broken into large enough chunks to sew back together.

"Oh, I don't know, I've been around a long time, I've learned a lot. And if your dealings with the healer are any example, you're as gullible as a pile of socks." He took a step toward Mictain, nonchalant, but urgently motioned for Uriel to get away. He couldn't tell how Uriel was handling this, and it became veyr important to him that Uriel get away if nothing else. But he continued to talk to the demon, distracting him so that Uriel could get away.

"Me? A lowly personification? Hardly demon material, I shouldn't think. I don't have the standing for one thing. It takes *you* little hypocritical, hyped up, holier-than-thou halo polishers for that. Look at you, for instance. Lord of the Host, right? Big sword? Shining raiment? Thought you were so much better than everyone else, right? Perhaps it wasn't jealousy that brought you Down... maybe it was the same sin that felled old Lucifer himself. Funny that, don't you think, seeing as you were the one to cast him out?"

"As for Uriel, I think that is hardly any of your business seeing as that even when you were an angel, you were a self-centered little fuck who didn't even bother to open his eyes and see that the angel that was your best friend needed help. I may be the scum of the earth, and my mates may be the scourges of humanity, but at least we stick together."

He took another step towards Mictain, this time with purpose. He tried desperately to remember what little he knew about fighting. Keep the thumb outside of your fist. Fight dirty. Go for the groin. "And if you say something about Uriel again, I'm going to take offense. You know nothing about our relationship. And if you want to talk about whoring, I'd suggest you take a look at your little 'affair' with Raphael. You'd spread your legs for him the second he even looked at you. To be honest, your relationship is practically pedophilia... I mean he may be small, but he's basically fucking an idiot with the mind of a child."

Oh shit. Now he was in for it.

[bipolar-uriel.livejournal.com]

Uriel shivered involuntarily as he recognized the voice. Mictain.

He listened to the demon's words, fearful, wanting Mictain to simply stop. However, that was obviously not an option. The harsh words wandered through his ears and into his mind, finding and mingling with the doubts and self-blame already deeply rooted in his mind.

The feelings from his first encounter with Pestilence were back. He remembered the feeling of worthlessness, the shame that had come from a mix of his own insecurities, his insanity -- for there most certainly was such a thing --, and his recent experiences. Oh, but he was a whore indeed, wasn't he? He was sleeping with the first person who had ever shown serious interest in him.

And -- no, that wasn't true. He wasn't a whore no matter what he did with Pestilence. He had sex with the horseman because he enjoyed his company, enjoyed talking with him, being with him. And Pestilence felt the same way about him. Pestilence cared about him.

He had to.

He wasn't a whore. Mictain was lying. He was a demon and demons lied.

He followed the interaction between Pestilence and Mictain almost desperately, as if missing one word would mean loss to the horseman. Given Mictain's battle experience, that would most probably be the case.

Pestilence motioned for him to get away, but he hesitated. He didn't want to leave Pestilence alone, but.... He feared Mictain. It was not easy to admit it, but he did -- not only the demon himself, but also everything he symbolized, all the painful memories his presence made him recall. All the Falls. The loss of Presence.

He wouldn't Fall. That was just one of Mictain's lies. If He had disapproved, he would have known. There was no way he could have missed Him being dissatisfied with him. He still had His Presence...

His Presence. That was it. He was an angel -- an archangel, even. If need be, he could probably take Mictain down -- at least for long enough for Pestilence and him to escape. He should stay and see that nothing went wrong, at least.

Except that just then Pestilence again motioned for him to go away. This time he almost obeyed immediately, his fear for Mictain and what he represented surfacing without fail, but then he realized that if he left, Pestilence would be left alone to face Mictain. And he wouldn't have the help of holiness within him. Beating him bloody probably wouldn't take Mictain more than a moment.

Finally he made his decision. Quickly moving away, he hid behind the nearest corner, where he was out of sight at the moment but could notice if Mictain got physical. And then he'd step in, no matter how much he feared the demon. He would never, never allow Pestilence to come to harm because of him.

[demon-mictain.livejournal.com]

Mictain did not notice as Uriel retreated -- on that Pestilence's plan worked. The demon was far too concentrated on the horseman to pay any attention to the angel slipping hesitantly away.

"Pride was hardly my sin," he said lowly, folding his arms over his chest. "Pride wouldn't have made me idiotic enough to stand between Uriel and Raphel. And yes, I think you'd make a fine demon indeeed, given the way you use and mislead that angel of yours. You probably have him thinking that you actually care about him, right?"

He snorted at Pestilence's comment about his lacking friendship. "Much of a best friend he was -- Felling me for love," he said bitterly. "And you're one to speak. At least I was his friend -- not just best, but the only one; nobody else ever bothered to even go and see him. I bet you hadn't even seen him before I Fell, and now you're already preaching at me for not being a good enough friend for your standards? Look at yourself! He's at his lowest, in desperate need for any kind of company, and what do you do? Decide that he'll make a fine little sextoy. Believe me, I know all about that. I was the same to Raphael, after all.

"Yes, I do realize that I was not the brightest of lot when I was an angel. There's no use hiding it when it's a fact. However, I can assure you I'm not as blind and stupid anymore. I can see how you're using the angel when he's so desperate for company that he'll do anything just to feel accepted. Without you he'd probably off himself. All the better if he does. He'd make us all a bloody favour by ridding us of himself.

"And as for Raphael, I suggest you shut up about things you don't know a fuck about. I'll have you know I'm definitely not the one spreading my legs for him. He's the one who came begging to me -- and got rejected. If I'm to be with him, it's going to be on my terms." Except that he already ached so very badly for his sweet Raphael. But he would endure it. He had to.

"Now, how about you run back to your little whore? Make sure to make as much use of him as you can. I'll make sure that by tomorrow Raphael knows all about you two. We'll see if he's as eager to 'help' Uriel then -- although that'll probably only make you happier."

[stds-r-4-lovers.livejournal.com]

Pestilence could feel that Uriel had withdrawn, and the realization served as both a relief and a source of worry. He didn't want anything to happen to the angel, but now he was alone with Mictain, newly demonized former leader of the Heavenly Host.

Well, no matter what the fucking demon said, he wasn't going to run from this.

"Well, I won't argue. You do have plenty of expereience of being fucked with and used. And just because you don't spread your legs doesn't mean you aren't the submissive partner, demon."

"As for the felling, he warned you to step aside. Who are you to question your God's decisions? Again with the Pride. Lucifer is going to love breaking you. As will all the other demons that will play with you once he's had his fill."

"When Uriel and I met is none of your *damned* business. Nor is the nature of our relationship, though I'll say right now," he glanced back to where Uriel was standing behind the corner, his voice low "I would die for him."

He rallied. It that was what this came to, so be it. He glared at Mictain. "Have you ever heard about transference, demon? Probably not, I can't imagine you managed to actually open a book in your six million years, but basically its the idea that just because *you* have a shitty relationship with your lover doesn't mean that *everyone* has a shitty relationship. I guess I can understand, the healer definitely had you around his little finger, but that doesn't mean I'm using Uriel. Your logic is non-existant, Mictain. You should only discuss things when you have an idea of what you're talking about. Start small. Maybe if you argued with idiots you might actually score a point."

"And I don't give a fuck if Raphael knows. See, you still think too much of your little healer, demon. That will be your downfall yet," He raised a mocking hand to his mouth. "Oops. It already was."

"And finally, quit refering to Uriel like he were a piece of furniture, demon. You're not worthy to even utter his name, let alone besmirch him with your foul words. And if you call him whore one more time, I'm going to break your fucking face."

[demon-mictain.livejournal.com]

"Not Pride," Mictain said quietly, "just Love. Love is not a sin in itself, but if you make God jealous by loving somebody else..." He left the end of the sentence hanging in the air.

"Perhaps you don't give a fuck if Raphael knows about you two," he said then, "but Uriel most probably does. He's lonely enough as it is even without you chasing the other angels away from him. If you actually cared about Uriel, like you obviously claim to, you would want him to be helped. If there is a way to heal him of his problems, the one who has most -- or any -- chance at accomplishing that is Raphael. Do you really think Raphael would help your little angel if he knew about your relationship? He despises you and everything and everybody associated with you. As you don't care what he thinks, you hardly care as much about Uriel as you claim to."

Raising his hand so that Pestilence definitely saw it, he flexed his fingers, the claws flashing in the dim light of the corridor. "You? Break my face? Hardly," he snorted. "Although if you really want to die for your little whore... That can be arranged." With a cruel smirk he took a step closer to the horseman, looming threateningly over the shorter* being.

---

Like Uriel, Pestilence was hardly short. However, many of the beings in the Manor were taller than average, and Mictain was well taller than even the Manor average.

[stds-r-4-lovers.livejournal.com]

Pestilence's eyes widened, but he stood his ground. But only partially because he was frozen to the spot with fear.

Imagine the scene, dear reader. Here is this newly fanged demon, former leader of the Host, standing against an elderly albino man, and the demon is about to beat the shit out of him. Any wise person in the albino's position would run as fast as their skinny legs would take them.

But wise men never fall in love.

"My wellbeing is nothing compared to Uriel's honor," (A part of the horseman's mind screamed 'did you just spout that chivalric bullshit outloud?' but the other part of his mind believed it fully. even so, he wasn't going to run massacre himself if he didn't have to... "I just hate to think of you showing up to your precious healer's door with a bruise."

[bipolar-uriel.livejournal.com]

Now, Uriel could no more simply stand back and watch. He had to step in before Pestilence got hurt. And Mictain would hurt him, too, hurt him very badly indeed.There was no telling whether Adam would get to the place in time. He hadn't for Aziraphale, after all, and even the Antichrist must need sleep every now and then.

Thus Uriel was already preparing to attack. Of course, even if he hadn't been too afraid of Mictain to act sensibly he wouldn't have been any match for him physically; however, his halo should be more than enough to stun Mictain.

The demon bared his claws and spoke, and even thogh he couldn't hear the exact words said, the intention was made quite clear by the flashing claws. Still, the demon made no other move to attack, so Uriel didn't want to do anything, either -- anything but clear self-defence, or defence of his -- lover? Boyfriend? Partner? What exactly was Pestilence to him? -- would be quite hard to reasong to Adam. Therefore, he wasn't taking any chances even while there was a clear threat of violence.

Pestilence spoke some more, then stopped, and suddenly Mictain prepared to strike. Uriel was about to stun him in a half-panicked state when he heard something.

It was like a wave crashing against the strand. From every shadowy corner rats came, running one after another, their common destination quite clear. None of them seemed to pay any attention to him other than running around his feet instead of all over him. The same they did to Pestilence -- but not to Mictain.

Rats can bite pretty hard if need be. When there are about a hundred of them, it hurts. Uriel actually heard Mictain's swearing even without having to concentrate on hearing it. Then the demon stormed off, practically tearing rats from his body. Well, for the moment he was tearing them away. As soon as he was about seven feet from Pestilence, the rats all suddenly dropped off him, gathering around Pestilence, watching the demon intently. After a moment Uriel realized that a similar swarm of furry guards was standing at his own feet.

Mictain glared at Pestilence for a few seconds. Then he turned around and left.

Huge relief filled Uriel when he could see Mictain's back disappearing behind another corner. Then he forgot both his relief and fear as worry for Pestilence filled his mind. Immediately he hurried to the horseman, the rats following by his feet.

"Pestilence!" he exclaimed, flinging his arms around the horseman's neck. "Are you alright? Did he hurt you? Oh, I'm so sorry for leaving, I shouldn't have..."

[stds-r-4-lovers.livejournal.com]

Everything happened so fast. One minute he was about to be pulverised by Mictain, the next the demon was beating a hasty retreat, pulling angry rats from various parts of his anatomy.

All Pestilence could do was stand there for a minute, trying to take in what had just happened and realize that he had managed to escape being a horse-person colored smear on the rug. Then he was suddenly being squeezed by Uriel and the trance broke. He brought the angel into a tight embrace, clinging to the angelfor all he was worth. He tried to cover the way his knees were knocking together in left-over tension but it was easier said than done, so instead he leaned heavily against the wall, bringing Uriel down with him, placing hasty kisses on the angel's face. They were both alive and he had defended... his? Yes *his* angel.

Between pecks he managed to speak. "Yes... yes... I'm... Fine. Are you?" He held Uriel at arm's length, trying to judge if there had been any damage on the angel from the exchange. That big fucking oaf Mictain had some some terrible things, and he wanted to make sure that Uriel didn't beleive any of it. He also remembered some of the things he had said, and how they were hardly the things he would like Uriel to have heard come from him. "Uriel, don't apologize for leaving. I wanted you to be safe, and... I just wish you hadn't had to witness all that." He pulled Uriel back to him and buried his head in the angel's shoulder. "Please, Uriel, tell me you're alright."

[bipolar-uriel.livejournal.com]

Uriel found himself being drawn to Pestilence, tiny kisses raining all over his face. It took him a moment to fully understand the horseman's words, his mind being too overwhelmed by his relief and left-over fear.

"I'm fine," he whispered, then repeated almost as if to convince himself, "I'm fine. I'm just... a bit upset at what he said. I thought -- I really thought you were going to get hurt. Badly hurt. And I don't want you to be harmed, Pestilence. Especially not because of me." All the time he clung to Pestilence as if afraid he would fade away. "We're both alright," he then murmured, "everything will be just fine..."

However, he was still slightly shaking.

[stds-r-4-lovers.livejournal.com]

Pestilence pulled Uriel closer, stroking the angel's arms and back to calm his shaking. He didn't entirely buy that Uriel was alright, so he decided they should talk about it. They were closer to Uriel's room, so he decided there would be the best place to talk.

"Come on, Uriel, let get out of the hallway." He wrapped an arm around Uriel's shoulders but didn't start off right away. There was one matter to be taken care of before they left.

Most of the rats had dispersed to their respective holes and larders, but a few still stood around, Mr. S. still close to Pestilence's right foot. The horseman bent down and held out his hand which Mr. Sniffles then crawled up onto.

"You really got us out of a pinch, Mr. S," Pestilence smiled at his little ratty friend, and Mr. Sniffles, for his own part, looked just about as proud as a rat can look. "Thank you buddy." A little rat paw covered a whiskery nose in a way that said 'aw, shucks,' and underneath sleek brown fur, a little rosy hue spread over rodent cheeks. After a minute and a few more words of gratitude, Pestilence set Mr. Sniffles back down. "See you at home later, Mr. S," he said as the rat scurried away and Pestilence and Uriel made their way down to the ange's room.

[bipolar-uriel.livejournal.com]

Uriel watched silently as Pestilence thanked his rat. Yes, Mr. Sniffles was a most extraordinary little being indeed. Mrs. Sniffles and the baby rats were also adorable, like he had come to notice. Now, however, he made a mental note to give Mr. S an extra bag of marshmallows when he next met him.

He was more than grateful to get out of the hallway; even though it was unlikely anybody else would come, it was possible, and he really didn't want to face anybody right now. Like everytime he entered his room nowadays, the first thing he did upon entering was to take a glance at his own little friend. The wren was apparently fast asleep in his cage, but at their arrival he opened his eyes briefly and chirped sleepily in greeting before resuming his sleep. With a shaky smile to the bird's direction, he led Pestilence further into the room, sitting down on his bed and drawing Pestilence down next to him. Clutching on Pestilence's arm, he entwined his fingers with those of the horseman, squeezing tightly as if to reassure himself that yes, Pestilence was indeed there, more or less whole even after his meeting with Mictain.

[stds-r-4-lovers.livejournal.com]

The horseman smiled a little, finding some relief in the fact that Uriel's little bird was doing alright. Yet his brief moment or respite from worry was quickly replaced by fear when Uriel seemed so distressed when they had both been settled on the bed. He pulled Uriel to lean against him, smoothing his black locks, gratitude replacing his initial worry. They had made it through the first real external threat to their association in one piece, and Pestilence couldn't help but breath a sigh of relief. He kissed the top of Uriel's head. To try to spread his relief to his(!) angel he tried to crack a joke.

"How could you ever have been friends with such a lumphead?" While Uriel didn't laugh, there was a slight release in his spine, allowing him to lean more fully against the horseman.

"No offense to the speicies, but I think you are by far my favorite angel," He continued, turning Uriel's pale face to him. "In fact, I'm quite... fond of you," He shook his head. Surely it shouldn't be this difficult. "No, what I mean is: Uriel, this past month has been the happiest in my existance. I wake up thinking about you, and it makes getting out of bed worth it. Whenever you're beside me I feel lighter. The thought of not being with you makes me feel like dying, the thought of any harm coming to you is more distrubing to me than my own safety," Pestilence again paused, looking deeply into Uriel's green eyes. "I'm no expert on emotions, Uriel, but I think I'm..." his voice lowered as he drew Uriel's lips towards his. "I think I'm in love with you."

[bipolar-uriel.livejournal.com]

Uriel didn't say anything as Pestilence spoke, simply listening. Oh, but he had never been friends with Mictain, had he? The one who had been his friend had been Michael. And, like he had come to notice, those two were entirely different people.

Then, however, Pestilence made his confession. For a moment the only thing he could do was simply stare at the horseman, his eyes wide. Then, however, he did the only thing he could think of doing -- only partly to get himself more time to think up a response -- and kissed Pestilence.

It was just like their usual kisses, and then it was not. There was still relief mixed there, relief that they both had made it out of trouble somewhat whole and unharmed, that they were together and nothing Mictain had said could change it. Something else was also there; something that had always been there, in some form or another, but it wasn't until now that either of them was really admitting it was there, or at least trying to aloud give a name to the feeling.

Uriel thought about his feelings for Pestilence, all the things he could name and all those he could not. Suddenly, however, it all made sense. He could indeed give a name to his feelngs, one that he was still slightly unsure about but wanted to say aloud, confident that it was indeed right.

"Pestilence," he said as he finally broke off the kiss, "the past month has been the happiest one to me as well. Of course I do not wake up, but I think about you, all the time, and the thought of you makes me want to go on regardless of the difficulties in my existence. I'm still unbalanced, but I don't worry about it as much as before, knowing that you'll stay beside me regardless. Should you look at my recent art you would find quite a lot of rats and light-coloured men."

He smiled a bit, faintly, trying to buy a couple of seconds more to turn his feelings into words. "I can no more imagine my existence without you. Or, rather, even if I could, I don't want to. If I lost you now it would kill me more surely than any demonic weapon or hellfire. I can't stand the thought of you getting hurt, since your wellbeing is more important to me than my own. If Mictain had done any harm to you, I would have done my best to hurt him, Adam or no Adam."

He bit his lip momentarily, his eyes searching for the pale ones of Pestilence. "I've had this feeling for a long time already, but never before have I been able to -- or even dared to -- place a name to it. Nevertheless, I am truly glad that you love me... since I think I am in love with you, too."

[stds-r-4-lovers.livejournal.com]

At first Pestilence was confused. At his confession, Uriel had a look on him that looked vaguely like a deer caught in the headlights. Pestilence could have died. There was nothing quite so awful as the absence of an "I love You" return. When Uriel kissed him his fears were only partially assuaged. yes, they were kissing, but the angel hadn't said anything back. Pestilence fully wished to disappear into the woodwork at that point. What if his feelings weren't returned? He couldn't really see Uriel as jsut using him for sex... that didn't make sense, but perhaps Uriel had jsut been trying to please him. Bipolar personalities often did that; instead of externalizing their emotions they would internalize and just be whomever the person they were with wanted them to be.

Then Uriel's words reached his ears, and slowly the horseman realized where Uriel was going. The last sentence made Pestilence nearly burst out singing. Instead he used his mouth to kiss Uriel passionately.

No matter what happened, he was in love with Uriel and Uriel was in love with him, and nothing would make that change. Even if the whole world was against them, they would have each other.