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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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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.