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[St. Michael]

(Before I left you promised me Dominic would cheat on Dane with Michael. This is the post.)

The frigid paradise lay unpolluted in its ivory splendor, matching the bleached perfection of his quarters. His room was immaculate, entirely unscathed by the sinister air of such a contaminated kingdom. It was lovely at such an hour, morning light seeping through the windows, so brightly illuminated by the lining of crystal powder about the sills. The brilliance was blinding.

There was one difference however, a contrast- he was the contrast, and he was exquisite. His flawlessly ashen skin was gleaming as though it were blanketed with morning dew; his dark hair was askew, ruffled like a raven’s feathers- yet every bit of him was angelic.

“Michael.”

Nothing, merely the musical rhythm of peaceful breathing, his soft lips parted letting out streams of steam like silvery secrets escaping into the wintry air.

“Michael.” He repeated but his vocals were as dry as the desert from which he came. It was a dull sound, a mere growl with syllables intact, a noise that purely devastated the delicate virtuousness of the surrounding area. It was enough to finally arouse the slumbering savior- “why is it, you’re the only creature in this kingdom that sleeps?”

Michael rolled over; startled by the casual inquiry of such a hoarse voice- but his faultless visage masked any hint of alarm. Yet the sleep drained from his lovely face when he sneered in reply, “that is because the only fiends that nest here are demons and their whores…” He finally mumbled with slight drowsiness but Gabriel held no trace of amusement. Michael hesitated, watching the man’s callous expression, noticing not the slightest change; he was a fixed representation of utter melancholy- Though as the tedious moments trickled by, Michael simply rolled over in attempts to avoid it.

“You do realize that it’s fucking below zero in your room-…” His sandy voice was like nails on a chalk board, the mere reverberation sent chills down Michael’s spine, yet out of habit he sat up politely to pay mind to the speaker, allowing his annoying pitch-less vocals to consume his thoughts. “Hurry up and get dressed, we have errands to run.”

Michael’s startling cobalt gaze filled with uncertainty upon Gabriel’s demand- “What chores?” He cautiously inquired, but was temporarily consumed by the sound of his own voice, the smooth virtuous ring was like that of a wind chime, pleasantly metallic- sensual.

Gabriel sneered, clearly catching Michael’s blatant sense of self importance. Yet his dangerous golden gaze averted toward the windows, eyeing the landscape with a raised brow- “do you like it here?”

The change of subject was something Michael had come to expect from Gabriel, especially now. Never the less, it was clear Gabriel was here for one reason or another, so with clear reluctance, Michael finally forced himself from his bed.

He dressed quickly and quietly, half expecting Gabriel to speak but the silence merely stretched on uncomfortably- at least for him. It wasn’t until Michael returned, clad rightfully in a pair of pinstripe slacks and a grey shirt that Gabriel made an attempt at conversation-

“Sick.” He snarled while scanning over him with obvious disgust- perhaps he had been expecting something less stylish, especially since all that he wore was an old pair of torn jeans and a faded tee.

“Its quite humorous is it not?” A tenderly naive smile appeared upon Michael’s extraordinarily attractive countenance, “we are quite the pair of opposites, are we not?”

“Mmm, indeed, I’m splitting at the seams with laughter- please, kill me now.” Gabriel sneered malevolently, showing his peculiarly malicious teeth before he got to his feet, thrusting his chair forcefully aside. He moved abruptly toward the door, Michael quickly at his heels- spluttering some sort of nonsense.

“I should go make my departure clear to Luci-”

“NO-” Gabriel blurted and Michael faltered, staggering back slightly in obvious distress. “Besides…” He whispered more casually, though his tone remained its same lackluster peal, “I am already late because of you.”

“Late?” Michael questioned, not at all catching the mischievous undertow of Gabriel’s mere presence. “So he is alert to my leaving?”

“Michael, our masters are brothers, clearly if my owner has given me an order, he will make it clear to Lucifer that I must take you with me to the Mortal Grounds-” Gabriel assured and turned away so that Michael could not see his nervous expression as he crept out into the hall-

Michael followed after diligently, his grace was astounding, each step proposing poise and attentiveness — yet Gabriel sauntered with a careless posture, his bare feet steaming against the frozen tile.

“I should say goodbye, Gabriel. It would be the correct thing to do, he does not ask much of me, merely manners.” He insisted timidly, though shying away when Gabriel whirled about in response-

“You want to say goodbye, don’t you. You want to be his little pet, to have his appraisal, you want that pleased gleam in his eye, that approving smile- am I wrong, Michael? You want him to want you as you were once wanted. You are so pathetic- crumbling at his every will- his little bird…”

Michael dawdled, biting down upon his lip, looking fairly stung with Gabriel’s accusations until he snarled in retaliation, “me? What about you, Gabriel, so quickly to follow suit, so absorbed with self hatred, blaming everyone else for your mistake.”

A low rumbling sound was emitted from deep within Gabriel’s throat, a truly threatening thing to behold- but Michael seemed to be pleased by such a reaction.

“I don’t have time for this.” Gabriel finally spat and whisked Michael away once more, this time dragging him down the hall, refusing to respond to any other intrusion- he needed a speedy escape. Yet to his disgust, when they reached the castle’s entrance, Michael wavered then tore his arm away from Gabriel’s grasp.

“I haven’t been punished in quite a while- it feels good to be able to hold my head up for once-”

“He’s broken you.” A snarling laugh escaped his vicious vocals- “You know the funny thing is, I actually believed that you were the one with a chance-”

“WE WERE MADE THIS WAY GABRIEL!” Michael burst, and Gabriel stepped back slightly, taking a quick glance around as though making sure no one had heard Lucifer’s favorite prize throwing a temper tantrum- “We were made to worship, to serve- you cannot blame me for not being able to stand on my own two feet- for not being able to rebel as you have. Besides, we were not made to be independent, Gabriel, we are slaves.”

Gabriel turned towards him once more, “Has he done anythi-” he had begun but suddenly ceased. Michael peered in his direction and caught glimpse of the torture that he had witnessed. As he watched, Gabriel’s expression remained its undecipherable state—but his eyes were overwhelmed with hideous agony. Michael shuttered and to his dismay gave into Gabriel’s previous wishes by opening one of the massive doors and stepping outside.

“Lets go-” He requested lightly, pleased by the distraction that this enabled, especially when Gabriel peered upwards, his amber orbs blank once more.

“Good idea.” He grabbed a hold of the fallen angel, clasping tightly to slender man as the world around them suddenly jerked forwards and dissolved into different scenery. The picture perfect snow slopes evaporated into darkness, the lovely fields of unblemished white were exchanged for hideous steel buildings and filthy cement roads- the silence was replaced with the bustle of a cities night life- Michael was slammed into the ground, crippled by the strange sensation, yet Gabriel stood calmly beside him, enjoying the impression of freedom.

“This is where I leave you.” He suddenly said, a familiar untamed air swirling about him as he breathed in the mortal stench, the heavy smog that was both delicious and atrocious.

“No- Gabriel, what are you talking about, please- I can’t get in trouble.”

He smiled slyly but Michael was to desperate to acknowledge the wickedness, “hush now Michael, I simply mean that I have to leave you here but a few moments, make the best of it-… here- look at that right there…” He pulled up the pathetic soul and gestured towards a bar on the far end of the street, “have yourself a few drinks, not to many though, alcohol can really overwhelm you when you drink it for the first time, I learned that the hard way.”

Michael watched him, confused- “please, you cannot leave me here… I cannot leave-…”

“You cannot leave your master, look at you, your distraught over the fact that you are no longer his little butterfly in a cage… you should enjoy it-”

“There was no chores were there-”

Gabriel hesitated but then his lips parted as if he was going to smile, but then he simply shrugged, “you better get smashed, because you’re going to be in a world of hurt. Unlike you, little one- my master thinks I’m off looking for his precious amulet shards… I figured I would grab you for some kicks and giggles- I guess this is revenge- you know- for you fucking my chick.”

“…he’s going to- murder me.”

“He won’t ever murder you- it will be worse than that, you would be lucky to have it end that quickly.” Gabriel snorted before moving out of the alley, Michael quickly behind him once more- “Listen, Michael, I have given you a gift in a way, might as well get a few good drinks in you before he raises hell searching for you- oh and trust me, knowing Lucifer-” he snarled with disdain, “he will raise hell to find he precious little pet.”

He turned away again but this time Michael did not follow, he simply stood- petrified, his blue eyes like the dancing sea, “Gabriel please do not leave me here…” He attempted once more, but Gabe’s devilish expression was enough of an answer.

“I’m not going to wait around for Lucifer to find you so he can read my memories and figure it out- as for you, take my advice. Get drunk, it helps- trust me, I’ve survived many nights of a few bottles of booze.” He lightly shoved Michael in the direction of the pub-

“Please, Gabe…”

“Find a couple of women enjoy yourself, get drunk… I promise you, it will not be that bad.” He lied, amused with his foul tricks.

“Gabriel- please just- I wont say anything, please just put me back, I’ll go back inside, go back to bed- he wont know anything…”

But Gabriel was already walking away; his devious gaze was as poisonous as ever. Michael tottered backward towards the tavern, his shaking form consumed with fear- yet when he glanced back to try and catch sight of Gabriel, the man was already gone- and he had never felt so alone in such an unknown world.

He threw open the doors of the drinking hole causing a slight distraction, but once he entered everyone returned to their original commotion. Michael swayed to the bar tender who smiled sweetly at him, her slender form attractive- but she was dull in comparison to the immortal women he had seen- her skin was dull, her physique lacked tone and she appeared frail… pathetic.

“You look like you need a drink.” Her voice was as monotonous as Gabriel’s- Well, perhaps not…

“I do, very much so, love.”

She blushed, her hideously pale cheeks flooded with color as she poured him a small glass of caramel colored liquid- “What is that?”

“What is this?” She laughed- a hideous screeching sound- “Whiskey, lovely- what else? You look like your dying! God knows you need something strong…”

“God knows, indeed.” He mumbled under his breath and took the shot glass, swallowing it all and slamming it down for a refill- she beamed at him, but he ignored it.

Six shots in he could not even remember why he was here anymore, he was laughing with this woman, laughing with others- “More!” He requested, flashing an unspoiled smile and she simply handed him the bottle- he placed it to his lips and consumed it in entirety, right down to the last drop… “You know-” he yelled to her at the top of his lungs- “I just want to find someone... before he finds me-”

“He?!” She squealed like a hideous swine, “Are you pitching for the other team, lovely?”

“Pardon?” He raised his eye brows suspiciously and then burst out in drunken laughter, “I don’t know what you just said human- but you are very delightful-”

Then her lips met his- salty, and hot, they tasted filthy- her breath was warm and reeked of cigarettes- but what had he been expecting?

His frigid lips- his cold, delicious breath, so clean tasting, so enticing, so… perfect- he abruptly pulled away, and she watched him- startled as though she had never been turned down.

“I’m in trouble-” He snorted, running his fingers through his already messy dark hair, but she smiled lightly and went to kiss him again but he turned his mouth away to avoid her intimacy.

“What’s wrong?” She pouted, her lips puckered- human men must find this appealing but he simply found himself disgusted by her clinging presence-

“I am not supposed to be here…” He could not bring himself to stop smiling, the alcohol in his veins strung him along like a puppet in a show, what a fool he must appear to be, no wonder she would not leave his side- this filthy girl must honestly believe that he was infatuated with her-

He dizzily gazed upon her, finding himself more and more aroused, but not because of her- the booze within his belly awoke the rebellion within him, he felt powerful amongst these insects, he could play them all if he wished it. The power he felt was like a drug, it now made sense as to why Gabriel lost himself so easily upon mortal grounds. “I’m looking for someone.” He hissed and turned away from her, sloshing one of the newest drinks she had made for him down his shirt-

So he took it off; revealing his chest and his sculpted muscles upon ivory flesh-

“Augh, what happened?” Her squelching voice, so flooded with abhorrence, sent shivers down his spine. He knew exactly what caused her distress: for when he removed his shirt and turned his back on her- she saw his scars, the hideously unhealed things that ran down his shoulder blades-

Yet the numbing of the alcohol made him bold and he blurted out, “I’m an angel, dove. Can’t you tell?” But he kept walking into the crowd, sipping what was left of his brandy as he did so. Women cooed over him, ushering him towards them- but he ignored them, even a few men attempted to catch his attention, but he moved on- uninterested. All of them were human; he could smell their ghastly odor, the stink of sweat and urine- like soiled animals trapped in a small corral.

He wanted Him.

[Dominic]

"I'm leaving!" He shouted just before he walked out the door, pulling the door closed with a loud click. He didn't like leaving Dane alone with Justus, but he trusted Victoria enough to sooth him. Not to mention Justus had changed just a little since they had all found out their beautiful ward was pregnant.

In any case Dominic needed alone time, needed to flee the cage that had become this new house. It may have been large, pleasing to the eye, but he was growing restless with nothing to do, without the city air. What he needed was a drink, something strong. they didn't keep it here, mostly because of Justus, because the man tended to go off the deep end when he drank to much, more so violently than in a drunken stupor.

Dominic himself was also getting a little snippy with Dane, nit picking, and getting frustrated over nothing. He didn't want to push Dane away, an so, now was the time to loosen up, free himself of the weight he'd placed on his own shoulders.

He fixed his coat, pulling it more tightly over his shoulders as he walked down the driveway. Walking would give him more time to think, to calm himself from the frantic way his mind was spiraling out of control.

The air was warm, humid, but pleasant compared to the cold air inside. It seemed refreshing, not to hot like at high noon. The night had cooled the city considerably, and for him, and the caged beast inside, it was perfect.

He was dressed in all black, as usual. Tight black jeans with a studded belt, a button up black shirt that made the pants show a little class instead of the normal rebel look that the younger generation held. His boots were newer, not glossy but not scuffed and torn like the old pair had been turned into. His coat went down to his knees, leather and lighter than it looked. His black lashes framed his eyes like eyeliner, making those dark blue eyes stand out against his handsomely pale skin. His dark hair, framed his face brushing his shoulders and neck, curling in just against his chin.

He was what people would assume a vampire looked like, a dark haired angel with that slightly devious glint in those pretty eyes. He pulled off the inhuman tact fairly well, the sexual predator, a vampire, in which creature he wasn't even mildly close to. It amused him to hear it, for people to mention that, for he was not human, and he didn't entirely look it.

He walked in silence, his hands in his pockets, his mind trailing off on unimportant things. It was refreshing, not having to worry about all the horrors in their lives. He was tired of it all, tired of running, though fighting back wasn't exactly his cup of tea either. He wasn't a violent person, not like Justus, and he had worked hard to push his feline instincts down, prevent himself from turning into what Justus thought was fun. Felines were dangerous, even he was when he got carried away, but he had worked for years to prevent himself from seeming dangerous.

Sighing heavily, his pale eyes shifted, tearing from the dirty sidewalk and peering up towards the Tavern. He loved these places. so crowded at this time, the place filled with dull light, pool tables, smoke and drunk people. Most of the drunks were happy drunks, not to violent, but stupid yes.

A smile tugged at his pale lips as he reached out, pulling the door open and stepping into the slightly warmer bar. It was packed, the music loud, rock, not that bullshit they played on the radio now, what was it? Rap? He hated it, he was a rock fan, and nothing could ever change his view on music.

He walked into the bar, his eyes scanning the place with a quick and careful eye. The place didn't smell to pleasant, but it was still comforting. He pushed his way towards the bar, moving farther away from the door. He glanced at the men, and a few women that lingered there, though only one caught his attention, making him pause in wonder.

He stared at the man, drinking whiskey and unknowingly flirting with the woman glued to his side. The man was beautiful, and he stood out drastically against the other unattractive men around the bar. He forced himself to keep going and moved further in, leaning over the bar and ordering a whiskey himself, before asking for rum and coke. He took both glasses pushing some money towards the bartender before he moved through the crowd, searching for an empty table as he downed the shot of whiskey.

He finally found a table, watching as a couple vacated the seat before he shoved their glasses aside and sat down, leaning back in the chair before he began nursing his second drink. His eyes scanned over the crowd, aware of everything and everyone around him.

It wasn't long later, another two drinks of rum and coke in, that his eyes found the man from the bar again as he moved through the crowd, obviously drunk and trying to get away from the woman. He smirked, feeling his own drinks starting to effect his brain and warm his already hot skin. He looked devious, dangerous as he watched the man with curiosity, but he made no move to catch the mans attention, he wasn't exactly a free man to flaunt himself about as he once used to, dancing around from table to table, kicking up a fuss with both men and woman with his mere presence.

Lowering his gaze he stared at his glass, turning it around in his fingers, the ice clinking against the glass walls. The dark liquid was alluring, and it was strong. He needed that. Sighing he lifted it to his lips, taking another swing before his blue eyes met those cobalt orbs.

[St. Michael]

(Not as long as the last one)

The bar abruptly hushed; or so that¡¦s what he believed when he captured those flawlessly blue eyes gazing back at him. He hesitated, the blaring crowd pushing into him as he stared diligently into the ocean orbs, trying to understand why this man was so unlike these filthy mortals around him. Even from where he stood he caught the stimulating scent, so utterly uncontaminated and delectable that he reflexively moved toward the stranger.

His actions were deliriously gracefully, each step as wistful as the one before- yet even in his beautiful movements, there was a drunken air- a boldness that would not have been there previously. He benefited from this audacity, this dizzying sensation of utter joy that lingered like heavy laughter, how completely befuddling it was after months of dejection.

A smile stretched out upon his pale lips, revealing his flawless teeth. Unlike Gabriel, Michael seemed perfectly human, just much more incredible in his exquisiteness, everything about him was flawless, even his tastefully messy dark hair.

"Hello," He greeted when he had finally reached the man¡¦s table, he scarcely wavered when he towed out a chair and reclined- sloshing his drink as he did so. Yet when he peered down at the spilt liquid he let out loud barking laugh only to snort slightly when he leaned back, ¡§I¡¦m sorry-¡¨ Michael blurted with an unconvincing attempt to sound sober, but his superbly metallic voice was unearthly compared to the harsh tones of all the mortals around them.

"I saw you" He gestured back to where he was but abruptly turned back when he noticing the ugly woman glaring back at him. "I thought you were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen." He confessed with nonchalant elegance, but then he let out another intoxicated chortle when he leaned forward, ruining his unblemished demeanor.

"I'm sorry-¨ He repeated once more, running his fingers through his tangled tresses, still eyeing this man with blatant desire. "How rude I must seem to you- I haven't even introduced myself¨ The faintest accent slipped past his lips and into his already alluring words, making them all the more enthralling- especially when he uttered his name.

"Michael.¨ He finally whispered, holding out his hand, a devious grin flooding across his faultless countenance.

The smell of this man, so appetizingly sweet, almost a floral scent- yet mixed with it was the ocean breeze, and the intriguingly treacherous scent of blood¡K Michael watched, startled by this enticing creature, so innocent he appeared- yet there was the faintest trace of murder that had not yet been washed from his hands.

He gradually moved forward though the movement was faint as he attempted to breath in the man¡¦s intoxicating scent. Yet he flinched slightly when a faded trace of sulfur burned his nostrils- how had this poor individual survived such a close proximity to such a potent demon?

A sense of defiance a yearning ached throughout Michael with one abrupt pulse, he stared longingly upon the man before him, barely inches from the man¡¦s enticing mouth- "What are you?¨ He mumbled to himself, barely heard over the obnoxious crowd that surrounded them.

"Would you be offended if I told you that you are the most beautiful thing in this room, or even in this whole disgusting world, And that I want you- so very much?¨ He finished off what was left of his drink, though what little was left sent another burning jolt of drunken bravado throughout his entire being.

[Dominic]

Dominic watched Michael with a careful eye, studying his drunken movements, and taken aback by his pretty face. His fingers tightened on his glass as he met those cobalt, and was surprised when Micheals attention shifted from the woman at his side, and to himself.

Dominic straightened in his seat, leaning back and stretching his long legs out. A smirk twisted across his pale lips as the man began to speak, and sat just across from him. He could feel the liquor heating his blood, warming his skin and setting a little flush to his pale cheeks. He never acted like the normal stereotypical drunks, for he had had a long time to build up his tolerance, but it didn't mean it didn't affect him or his train of thought.

The mans name rolled off his tongue, with that touch of accent, the hint of drunkenness disappearing for but a moment as the word rolled around in his head, seeming to bring him down from the cloud of logic. Dominic was immediately pulled under, and a smile spread across his face as Michael reached out his hand. Dominic minced his movement reaching out and shaking his hand, his fingertips lingered when he pulled back, brushing the soft palm as if he was fighting himself to keep moving back.

Dominic leaned forward, crossing his arms over the table, his drink in front of him. He stared at Michael, matching that devious grin with his won smirk. "I might have to ask the same damn question. Of all the people, women included, you are the only one that outshines the rest." he said laughing softly under his breath as Micheal continued speaking, only complimenting his own beauty. Dominic knew he was attractive, and didn't mine when he was called beautiful. When you swung both ways not much exactly bothered you unless that nothing was Justus.

He grinned at Micheal and shook his head slowly. "I would say I wouldn't be offended in the least. As for what I am.... you really don't want to know." he teased smirking at he lifted his glass and downed the rest of the strong liquid. He felt the severe burn, but ignored the pain. He wouldn't be drunk for long, it burned to fast in his abnormal system to keep a good buzz, getting hammered was the only way to make it last, but that usually didn't end very well.

Dominic's head tilted to the right, his blue eyes narrowing slightly as he watched Micheal closely. "I've never seen you here before, you a new face?" he asked with a sharp lift of his brows suddenly curious as to know where Michael had come from. He and the group hadn't been there for long, but he had been here many times before. They had fled Rizco and come to a place he owned but hardly used unless he was working, something he had yet to get back into.

[St. Michael]

These tickling words of admiration were such subtle indications of attraction- yet he felt unsatisfied by their mere teases. He wanted more, something significant to satisfy his admiration, something to ease his yearn and damper the burn of desire. His cobalt orbs suddenly darkened into coal, reflecting Dominic’s handsome figure within their emptiness.

“I’m sorry-“ He murmured with such sincerity that it had to be truth- but in reality, no apologetic sensation lingered behind such a sweetened tongue. He leaned forward to admit the reason behind the apology, but instead his lips brushed so tenderly against Dominic’s, caressing his delicious mouth with such gentle movements that the feeling must have been unearthly.

Yet as Michael gradually began to pull away something ruined his sudden blissful high. A frigid feeling abruptly sank deep within his throat, burning his insides, bringing on an unwanted sobriety into his system. He gasped a breath deep within his frozen lungs, realizing his face felt numb from the treacherous arctic commotion.

“Did you feel that?” Panic swept through him, uncertain of what was occurring. He had never felt this before, but then again he had never kissed a mortal- let alone willing kissed another man. The idea has once been atrocious, yet he craved this human’s affection and simply assumed that perhaps his passion has simply sent him overboard. He had not the slightest inkling that perhaps this reaction was because he belonged to someone else, that because he strayed from his master with someone else that he was breaking any rules.

[Dominic]

The chill was brief, a split second to ruin the pure heat of bodies all around them. Though just as he felt it, faint in the air and against his lips as Michael pulled away, it was gone, replaced by the warmth of the surrounding bar. His eyes shifted up, slightly startled by Michael's words. Disbelief colored the phrase, sinking into his own gut, curiosity, and wonder on if it would happen again.

He felt a flash of heat wash through him, the slide of silken fur and the faint pressure behind his eyes as they flashed that feline green. A green so difficultly mixed with gold that the two colors couldn't be settled upon. When he felt this he looked down, waiting a moment as his eyes faded back to their normal blue. He had a moment to wonder what the hell was wrong. Nothing effected his self control so easily, well save for the fury in which Justus triggered and the lust for Dane.

The familiarity of that name had him leaning back away from Michael, and his blue eyes locked tot he cobalt of this beautiful atrocity. He couldn't seem to regret that small press of lips, and though he felt a mild fury towards his companion, his mate, and the two others who dwell within their domain, he couldn't bring himself to care about the sudden thoughts running through his head.

He loved Dane, that was truth, but he was quietly driving himself mad. Caged all day within that house, listening to the demon and his whore. Victoria was no better than Justus, her spirit, though having returned was a little cruel, and sometimes she said things to him that startled her, things she never would have said before. It was because of those two that he was angry with Dane, for Dane had done nothing to trigger his madness, it was the accusations by the other two.

There was something wrong with Victoria and he knew it was because of the abomination growing in her womb. After years of her and Justus being together, she had ever only once gotten pregnant and it had been aborted for the horrible things Justus had done, and now only days after he nearly sold his soul to the devil himself, she was pregnant again. He knew the child would be one of two things, but he couldn't bring himself to further think about what may come from the two of them.

Dominic lifted a hand, his eyes haunted. His pale fingertips brushing across the other mans cheek. The skin was so soft, and cool to the touch. He longed to feel that skin warm, hot under his hands. Slowly a smile slipped across his handsome face, a smile that was both beautiful and a little wicked with the new thoughts running through his mind. "Don't apologize..." he whispered, a soft purr of words on a silken voice. The cat in him was very much present, playing its own roll in the sudden persuasion in his words.

the man across from him was beautiful, a mixture of masculine femininity, so male and yet his skin, and those eyes spoke differently. He saw purity in the being across from him, and he wanted it. Never had Dominic thought of others as possessions, but now he did, in a way, not totally an object, but something he had to have, even for a moment. "How about we leave?..." he asked, his drink all but fogotten, though it ran hot in his veins.

Slowly he stood and held his hand out for Michael, a smile on his pale lips, inviting, and just a little wicked.

[Justus]

The haze of the smoke clouded his already inebriated mind but through his blurred vision he acknowledged Dominic’s elegant movements. Michael enjoyed the feline rapidity that Dominic possessed, how it brought him swiftly but gracefully to full height in a blink of an eye.

How utterly splendid this stranger was, as Michael watched him his insides warmed with a mixture of lust and a sensation of adoration. It was an absolute relief to wallow within something other than melancholy, to keep within the company of other intoxicated souls instead of the malevolent Gabriel or the treacherously malicious Lucifer.

Finally Michael staggered to his feet, but even in his insignificant blunder he was extraordinarily gorgeous, perhaps it was the way his feathery hair drifted to side in the nonexistent breeze, or maybe it was the way his cobalt orbs gleamed as if he were staring in the light. All these simple appearances, like the milkiness of his skin, or the way his lips rounded so flawlessly about his ivory smile, hinted to his so delicately to the possibility of immortality.

His innocence was remarkable, even with Dominic’s devilishly insinuating expressions Michael preserved his incorruptibility. He reached out and took hold of the man’s hand- nearly pulling away when he felt the heat searing into his own flesh. Was his own skin really that cold? Has his frozen prison truly absorbed what little heat he had retained from his original home?

Before he could even debate the subject any longer he was laughing drunkenly, tugging at Dominic’s hand eagerly as they made their way toward the exit. When they reached the door he carelessly threw it open, and staggered out into the night’s depth with fearless motivation. “Where are we going?”

He hesitated as he glanced around at the cities life and for a moment out of the corner of his eye, he thought he had seen a snowy leopard in the alleyway across from them. Yet when he fully focused he realized nothing was there, and he peered towards Dominic with relief.

“Do you have a home?” The last word of his inquiry sounded foreign when it slipped from his lips, so he tried again, his delightful accent enhancing each word- “or perhaps somewhere we could be more comfortable?” He moved forward toward Dominic predatorily but faltered and acquired his virtuousness once more.

[Dominic]

Dominic couldn't help the grin that stretched across his pale lips, his blue eyes watching Michael with an intensity that was unusual in the usually calm facade that Dominic usually wore about him. This was something slightly feral, though nothing harmful could possibly result out of it, that wasn't Dominic's way, not even if he was frustrated with the direction things had headed back home.

He allowed Michael to lead him through the bar and stumble their way out of the bar, the air chilly as they broke free of the man made heat of the indoors. The cold allowed his head to clear, if only for a moment, and even then he didn't care about where he was taking his actions. He had not once slipped in his love for Dane, and though he stilled loved him, he just couldn't bring himself to care. He needed this, needed the distraction, the compromise and the problems it would bring, normal problems of normal human beings, even if it wasn't quite normal.

He turned to Michael laughing as he moved towards him backing him up till he had him pressed against the brick wall of the bar. "I've a place in mind..." he whispered pressing his body against the length of Michaels. His hand lifted to the other mans jaw, capturing his face in firm grip, yet it remained gentle enough for Michael to free himself if he so wished.

Dominic smirk, his blue eyes a light, mixing just faintly with that golden green, specks of it cutting into the dark brilliant blue. He leaned forward pressing his lips to Michaels in a fevered kiss, his tongue darted out running lightly along Michael's lower lip, begging him to open his mouth just a little to deepen the kiss.

He could feel the waves of purity rolling off the man pressed against him, the feeling aroused him, set his blood on fire with a new need to conquer. The feline wanted to possess, wanted something new to taste, to play with, if only to play the dominant roll when otherwise it would lose to Danes aggression when it came to sex. "How inconvenient, that my place isn't any closer..." he whispered against Michaels lips, slowly pulling back with a feral growl, a deep rumble set in his chest as he stared into those cobalt orbs.

"Come before i change my mind and decide not to wait that long." He said with a smirk and grabbed Michaels hand yanking him away from the wall, gently and turned to head towards his SUV. It was amazing how many resources Dominic had, how many different places in different cities that he had. He could do so much damage to his and Danes relationship and have Dane never be the wiser. There were a couple reasons why Dominic had chosen this city, one because he owned a house, and two, because a buddy of his was going out of town, asking him a simple favor. It was there he was headed now, not to far, and within the city limits unlike his own.

When Dominic reached that care he pushed Michael against it, much like he had done only a couple moments before in front of the bar. His hand lifted to either side of Michaels face and he smiled before his mouth descended. "Don't hold back..." he whispered and kissed him forcing his tongue past the other mans lips with ease.

[St. Michael]

He felt like prey, so easily pressured and undermined. Panic swelled within his chest, but it was diluted with excitement and lust- his drunken thoughts were stumbling, leaving the once articulate Michael- blank. He tried to speak, but the exchanges of intimacy silenced any attempts at speech.

It wasn’t until they reached the car that he finally muttered his secret, pulling carefully away from the kiss, his lamb like gaze staring nonchalantly at the ravenous feline. “I’ve never-” He hesitated knowing that wasn’t quite accurate, there had been a time before, but he had never quite been able to complete the task when Gabriel had attacked.

He made another effort to explain, “I’ve never done this- with… I’ve never…” This was difficult to explain without seeming utterly foolish-

Then he simply laughed and returned Dominic’s aggressive kisses, but there was a dangerous yearn beneath his virtuous demeanor, and it was not for this man- though he was appeased by Dominic’s company, he craved someone… colder.

A tender smile appeared and he tugged away and moved to the other side of the vehicle, climbing in gracefully before peering curiously at Dominic.

“Where are we going?” He asked quietly, before running his fingers through his hair, “do you think there will be more to drink?” Michael did not want this euphoria to end; he couldn’t imagine his body without the warmth of the alcohol or the giddiness of intoxication. Yet most of all, he feared being sober when facing the wrath of his master, knowing that it would be unbearable with a clear mind.

A twinge of regret pierced at his gut knowing he had not wanted to come to this world, that he had been content at home-

Home? He felt startled when using such a soothing word when recollecting his Owner’s dwelling.

“I must tell you that I don’t live here- and there are people looking for me…” He snorted suddenly and burst out, “I’m a wanted man-“ then he glimpsed at Dominic and added with a sheepish grin, “well obviously.”

He leaned over, his breath choked back into his lungs before he kissed Dominic, much more passionately then he had done all night. “We should probably get going-” He hinted timidly, the smirk never fading.