The first time War lost his patience was in Anvil's Ford.

The Watcher decided that for whatever reason, now was the time to flaunt his 'power' over the youngest Horseman.

"Hurry up, you bumbling fool!"

War gritted his teeth, but remained silent. Tuning out the Watcher's grating voice was difficult, but not impossible.

"How long does it take to climb a wall?" The Watcher floated close to the Horseman's face as he scaled a vine-covered wall.

And still, he was ignored.

Finally, War reached a long platform. He strolled over it at his own, laid back pace.

"I thought I told you to hurry up!"

He did not move any faster. In fact, he slowed his already plodding pace.

A cry of pain tore out of his throat as his arms and legs were surrounded by black fog and a glowing blue symbol.

"It'd do you well to remember..."

The Watcher glided closer until his chest was nearly pressed against the Horseman. One hand held War's face. The other slid between his legs. Scarred lips parted in a gasp of shock. The Watcher leaned in, breathing against War's covered ear.

"Who holds the leash," the Watcher whispered, stroking more than the Horseman's face with his long, deft fingers.

He could not see the look of surprise fall from the Horseman's face, nor did he see the overwhelming fury that replaced it. He only saw a grey and red blur before he was slammed against the concave curve of half of a cement pipe. His head and wings shrieked in pain. There was only a moment of respite before his wrist was held in a crushing grasp. His right hip was yanked viciously upwards by one of the chains on his armor until it pressed against the inside of War's thigh.

"Do. Not. Touch. Me. Again." His voice was strained. Six vibrant blue eyes stared at him in fear. Then he was gone, walking slowly towards the Black Hammer.

The second time War lost his patience was in one of the crumbling human cities.

He hissed as his wounds healed. Normally, the pain would not bother him, but he was exhausted and bled from a dozen wounds. It should have been an easy fight. A handful of lesser demons thought that it was a good idea to ambush him. And he would have showed them the error of their ways with a sword through their gut if the Watcher hadn't decided to impair his abilities to the point where he could barely lift his arms.

"That was pathetic, even from you Horseman. It should have been easy to deal with those demons. Although, I'm sure this isn't the first time you haven't been able to perform," he glided ahead of the Horseman into a building. Then he made a grave mistake: he turned his back to a frustrated, pained, and irritated Nephilim.

A crack resounded through the decrepit building as the Watcher's head connected with a concrete pole thrice as thick around as him. He squeezed his eyes shut as stars exploded behind them. Through the ringing in his ears, he thought he heard someone walking toward him. A screech of pain echoed through the empty lot as he was roughly pushed up against the cement, scraping his face until it bled. A metallic hand lifted his head away from the pole, exacerbating the buzzing in his skull. His voice cracked when a shriek abruptly fought its way out of his chest. War's free hand wrapped halfway around his waist, gripping his hip with bone-crushing strength.

"Mmm. I like that sound. I wonder if I can get you to make it again?"

The Watcher's eyes shot open. He couldn't mean-

"No, no you can't!" His nails scored the cement as he tried to wriggle away.

"We shall see," War leaned in until he could look at the Watcher's face out of the corner of his eye, "And I suggest you stop moving around like that."

The Watcher's eyes widened and he froze. He could feel the growing bulge against his backside. He shook with fear.

"Why are you trembling, Watcher? You brought this upon yourself."

War grasped the Watcher's robe and pulled up, revealing thin, birdlike legs. He struggled harder. It was true that he desired the Horseman, but not like this. Not when he felt so powerless.

A metallic clang reverberated through the air as the armor around War's waist fell to the floor. The Watcher braced himself as he heard the sound of cloth sliding against cloth. He pressed the scraped side of his face into the concrete, hoping that it would distract him from what was about to happen.

Pain shot through his body and all of his muscles tensed.

War pushed in deeper.

His back arched and he cried out in pain.

With every thrust the pain intensified. The Watcher's screams pierced the still air. War growled. The pained screams of his ridiculer urged him on. His growls were replaced with groans as he began to find pleasure in his actions. In his mind he replaced the Watcher's body with another. His eyes closed. Angular black wings became resplendent white feathers. Screams of pain became feminine cries of pleasure.

"Uriel," he panted.

The Watcher didn't hear the nearly whispered word. His arms shook from bracing against the rough thrusts of the Horseman. He shifted position, inadvertently causing his member to rub against the fabric of his robe. A scream melted into a moan. He gave up on fighting. Pleasure began to tingle through his loins. He moaned a second time when War change positions. The new angle caused him to rub against the soft fabric more and more. But it wasn't enough.

"Deeper," he gasped.

War bit into the Watcher's shoulder, sharp teeth piercing the soot-black skin. The sprite cried out in his release. His voice quivered as fire surged through his blood.

The Horseman followed soon after, groaning the name of an angel into a demon's flesh.

War walked away from the pillar, leaving the Watcher to fall on the floor. He didn't have the strength to get up, not after being ravished as he was. War sat on the cool floor, leaning against a sturdy wall several yards away from his conquest. His eyelids drooped. Soon he was asleep. Once, he woke to find the Watcher curled against his leg. Gingerly, he lifted the sprite into his lap and returned to sleeping, dreaming of holding the Champion of the White City in his arms.

AN: I hope this was okay. I don't even really like Yaoi, but I HAD to write this and get it out of my head. Sorry if it's short or not descriptive enough. As always, suggestions are appreciated.

So far, I have:

Fury x male angel (light bondage)

War x Uriel (requested)

and if this one gets good reviews, I might try my hand at a Death x human!Dust that wormed its way into my head while writing this.

Love you~