Category: Darksiders I & II

Rating: M

Couples: Azrael/War

Warnings: AU, Yaoi, Debatable-Con (once), Lemon, Mpreg

Chapter: 12

Copyright: Characters & places © By Appropriate Copyright-holder, Plot & OC´s © by me and Food-for-mind

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It was one of those days were neither of them had much to do. "Anything you want to do?" War asked Azrael as both of them lounged on bed.

"I don't quite know." Azrael leaned a bit closer to War, looking up from the book he had been browsing in. "Perhaps a ride on Ruin to somewhere?"

"I think I know a place," whispered War, getting up to dress.

An hour later saw them outside, War having just summoned Ruin and Azrael holding a basket with some picnic-utensils. War climbed onto Ruin's back, offering the angel his hand.

"Archangels and riding a horse are not that good of a combo." Azrael snorted lightly. "At least, not when being the extra." He added, gently patting Ruin beneath him. "Where are we going?"

"You will see" The Rider answered simply. The moment he was sure the angel was seated securely behind him, he mentally gave Ruin the destination. The steed easily rode through the veils between realms.

"We are here." He stated matter-of-factly when they arrived in a small glade, with a sizeable pond and waterfall.

"That was quick." Azrael looked around. "My... this is a beautiful place... Are we in the Maker's realm?" He carefully got off Ruin, touching down onto the soft grass.

"We are on Earth." His lover explained, dismounting Ruin as well. "I found this during my... rampage for the Former Council."

The reminder of what War had gone through made the Archangel flinch. It had been his fault... He bit on his lip, moving away a bit again. "I'm sorry..." He whispered, looking out over the waters below them, clutching the handle of the basket.

Sighing, War neared his saddened lover. "Azrael, there is no need to... oomph!" With a giant splash, the Red Rider was catapulted in the water. Resurfacing, War spat out water. "RUIN!" The horse looked somewhat triumphant at his rider. Beside him, Azrael was trying to hide his laughter behind his hand, basket dropped on the sand. Seeing that the angel's eyes were closed, War's face broke into a sly grin as he gave Ruin a signal.

Just as he calmed down, Azrael yelped in surprise when something hit his back hard. Falling face-first into the water, he struggled to get back to his feet before his wings dragged him down. Standing somewhat shakily, he tried to lift them out of the water, but they were too heavy now. "Really?" He demanded of the horse, finally managing to at least get one in the air.

Grinning, War hoisted Azrael with wet wings and all out of the pond and climbed back onto the bank. Muttering, he began to remove his wet clothing and armour as Ruin was a perfect picture of innocence.

A short distance away the angel was doing likewise, struggling with his drenched wings. Grumbling a bit, the mystic used his magics to dry them off, dropping the formed water-ball on the horse. "Payback."

Now War had to chuckle at the flaming steed's perturbed expression. "You had that coming, Ruin."

The horse snorted and marched away with an irritated flick of his tail.

"As if you are so innocent in this." Azrael pointed out when he managed to get his drenched pants off. "Ruin likes me far too much to do something like this to me of his own accord."

The bulkier male grinned a bit while spreading out his clothes. "And what will you do about it?"

Closing the distance between them, the mystic snuggled against the Rider, smiling lightly at the warmth of the other's body. "Steal your warmth." He whispered, shivering lightly at the cold air surrounding them. It seemed summer was dying down on this part of Earth.

War stared at Azrael when he heard what the angel was whispering. Wrapping his normal arm around him, War tilted Azrael's face so he could look in his eyes. From that moment the Rider was mesmerised: the pearly-white eyes were shining with the angel's emotions, the red blush on his cheeks made him look amazing and his lips were just so inviting.

Azrael trembled when he saw the look in the Rider's eyes. He opened his mouth to say something, but only a shuddering breath came out. Almost automatically his hands went up, settling at War's shoulders, caressing the steely muscles he encountered there.

War slowly leaned forward, nearing to those enchanting lips. He desperately wanted to taste them, but kept his pace slow so Azrael could refuse him.

His legs nearly gave way at feeling War's hot breath on his lips. Moving his hands from the shoulders to the head Azrael pulled it down, bringing their lips together.

War's held the trembling angel tightly, lifting him up so he could kiss him more deeply. Feeling the angel flush against his skin, War felt he was on fire. A feeling that only increased when the other wrapped his legs around his waist, arms wrapping around his neck.

"Can we... get under some cover?" The still trembling angel whispered as he pulled back, eyes lidded as he regarded the bulky male holding him and blush still vibrant on his cheeks. It deepened when the Rider's flesh hand slid down his body, cupping his backside.

In answer, War moved to a copse of trees a short distance away. He remembered that there was a rocky spot in the middle. Easily moving between them despite feverishly kissing the angel again, he trailed his lips down to Azrael's neck.

The angel panted, nose filling with the Horseman's scent when the other started kissing his neck. He tensed when hearing what his lover hoarsely whispered in his neck. "I want to Mark you..." He remembered last time: the pain, the fear... His heart began to race, not from arousal but in terror. "Will... will it hurt...?" He whispered.

Looking at the angel, guilt filled War when seeing the fear in the angel's eyes. Kissing the angel on his forehead, he hugged him gently. "I'm sorry for what I had done to you the last time, but now I would be more in control, so the pain should be far less. But if you rather not be Marked, I will accept it."

"I..." Azrael bit his lip, looking away from the guilt-ridden Rider. "I did not mind what you did... Just... just how you did it..." He briefly glanced back at the male holding him. "Be... be more gentle?" He requested, returning the hug by wrapping his wings around them. "I felt... I felt like you intended to tear my throat open..." He weakly admitted.

"I tend to forget that our customs are alien to you." Despite the angel clutching him tightly, War managed to sit on ground without jostling him. When both of them were sitting on the moss-covered floor, War caressed his beloved over the side of his face. "I never meant to give you the impression that your life was in danger. I swear upon my soul and word as one of the Horsemen, I'll be gentler this time."

"No need to go that far." Azrael leaned into the touch. "I do trust you, War." He smiled, weakly but determined. "I want this." He leaned forward, kissing the rider again.

Answering the kiss, War poured all his love into it. After awhile, he slowly kissed back down to side of the neck. When he reached the nape of the scholar's neck, he kissed it one more time before his canines pierced the flesh. Removing his teeth, he began to lick and kiss the spot in an attempt at easing the pain away. All the while doing this, he still cradled the face with his original hand, rubbing the high cheek-bone with his thump.

Azrael gasped upon feeling the teeth, tears forming in his eye-corners at the pain. He froze in the Horseman's arms when the smell of fresh blood hit him. In his mind, faintly like a memory scratching to be remembered, the mystic could feel the connection between him and the other being formed and he moaned in pleasure at sensing War like this.

Feeling the connection forming between them once more, War kept kissing and licking until the Mark stopped bleeding and no more pain passed through the formed bond. Lips migrated back to the Archangel's, he claimed them deeply. His arm around the waist shifted, trailing feather-light touches on the soft and unblemished skin.