"Mine." It was growled, a hint of danger in the voice. The single golden eye stared back, possessive and firm.
Naru didn't know what to say. Head hung down, he bit his lip and stared at his shoes, the bright shoelaces blurring under his tears. He had changed in an instant, leaving the loving image the blonde knew and becoming something else, crazed, dangerous, unpredictable.
Cool fingers touched his chin and forced his head up, to met the unforgiving gaze of his recent lover. That thought alone brought a blush to his cheeks. Shifting his weight, Naru struggled a bit, uncertain on how to continue.
"Say it."
It was a statement, a simple request, which left little room in his mind Farfarello meant business. This was a capricious decision, and Naru knew it.
"Hai, yours." He whispered, and Farfarello smiled, a slow smirk widening into something special, sensitive, and every bit the man Naru knew.
"Aye, my angel."
The hesitant look in his angel's eyes at the demand bothered Farfarello and he repeated his demand, trying to show Naru the twisted feelings he had, some he didn't even recognize. It was uncharted waters the Irishman was on now, and he treaded carefully, not wishing to drown. But the depths of his lover's eyes, the soft feel of his hand on the pale scarred face made it harder and harder. And those smiles, full of trust, of love... they were addictive, a sane place in his world. In his angel lie salvation, a peace he hadn't seen or had in ages; it was what all of Schwartz wanted in his opinion.
The angel replied, and with the simple words, put all his doubts, all his worries to rest. What demon was good with out the graces of his angel? Fingers slid up the smooth face, and he stroked the tears that made a path down Naru's cheeks. Heart in his mouth, mesmerized by the crystal tears, Farfarello stepped closer, head tilted down, and licked the wetness from his angel's cheek, savoring the salty aftertaste.
"Aye my angel."