[ At first Alastor told himself it was just that power alone that had its claws sunk deep into him and kept pulling him back to the angel. Then he told himself it was because of Adam's status in Heaven and the potential use that could have for him.
None of that was true, though. Because every time they wound themselves down and found themselves simply relaxing together in that little apartment of Alastor's, he didn't move to another room and seek out space. Didn't kick the man out of his bed so that he could mentally come to terms with having yet again given into those baser instincts he'd been cursed with in Hell.
Instead he'd allowed Adam to move closer. Pulled the man in himself on more than one occasion. He'd even allowed Adam to touch him freely unless they were having one of their kinkier sessions where every wrong move meant a new, mind blowing form of punishment from Alastor and his shadow.
Then the truest of horrors dawned on him as he stood on his roof, staff in hand and ready to put up the front that he was defending the hotel when in reality he was simply playing a part and assuring that none of the others did any real harm to Adam in the battle. Then the angel had dove for him and sliced his staff in two, he realized it and froze so like the deer he was in a headlight: his blackened little heart had restarted for this man. ]
I tried to! I even had my minions attempt to signal you, but you continued to slaughter them before they could get the message across.
[ And then... fuck he can still hear the snap of his staff. Feel the bite of Adam's axe across his chest and taste his own blood on his tongue.
When Adam finally says it, says the words Alastor has denied he wanted to hear, his ears flick atop his head and heat wells up behind his eyes. He wants to pull away like he always did when someone confessed to him like this. Tried to get feelings involved in their little agreement causing him to lose interest completely and push them away.
This time, however, he finds himself leaning in and resting his face into the crook of the former angel's neck. Could he feel that the smile on Alastor's face was barely holding on by a thread? ]
We are both idiotic, I am afraid. Because I love you, too.
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[ At first Alastor told himself it was just that power alone that had its claws sunk deep into him and kept pulling him back to the angel. Then he told himself it was because of Adam's status in Heaven and the potential use that could have for him.
None of that was true, though. Because every time they wound themselves down and found themselves simply relaxing together in that little apartment of Alastor's, he didn't move to another room and seek out space. Didn't kick the man out of his bed so that he could mentally come to terms with having yet again given into those baser instincts he'd been cursed with in Hell.
Instead he'd allowed Adam to move closer. Pulled the man in himself on more than one occasion. He'd even allowed Adam to touch him freely unless they were having one of their kinkier sessions where every wrong move meant a new, mind blowing form of punishment from Alastor and his shadow.
Then the truest of horrors dawned on him as he stood on his roof, staff in hand and ready to put up the front that he was defending the hotel when in reality he was simply playing a part and assuring that none of the others did any real harm to Adam in the battle. Then the angel had dove for him and sliced his staff in two, he realized it and froze so like the deer he was in a headlight: his blackened little heart had restarted for this man. ]
I tried to! I even had my minions attempt to signal you, but you continued to slaughter them before they could get the message across.
[ And then... fuck he can still hear the snap of his staff. Feel the bite of Adam's axe across his chest and taste his own blood on his tongue.
When Adam finally says it, says the words Alastor has denied he wanted to hear, his ears flick atop his head and heat wells up behind his eyes. He wants to pull away like he always did when someone confessed to him like this. Tried to get feelings involved in their little agreement causing him to lose interest completely and push them away.
This time, however, he finds himself leaning in and resting his face into the crook of the former angel's neck. Could he feel that the smile on Alastor's face was barely holding on by a thread? ]
We are both idiotic, I am afraid. Because I love you, too.