Chapter 35

"There has to be something we can do. We can't exactly leave him like this," Yohji growled at Kyriel, trying to control his body's reaction as Aya continued to stare at him in the way that meant his angelic side was wanting him.

The fun had worn off. He was getting frustrated. Hell yes he wanted Aya, and of course he didn't mind the amount of sex they had been having or the come hither looks he kept getting, but he wanted Aya back. He wanted to be able to look into his eyes and see the honour and ruthlessness that had absolutely nothing to do with anything angelic. He wanted to see the gentler side that handled Aya-Chan, and he wanted to be able to bloody well sleep with his lover in his arms instead of in a bed across the room out of reach.

He wanted to take Aya out to dinner, and train with him, and hell, even go on a mission with him if that's what it took!

"I understand that you're upset…"

"No, you don't fucking understand! How could you…"

Kyriel's lips curled at him for a split second before the Seraph pinched the bridge of his nose in irritation.

"You have no idea what I do and don't understand. You don't know the things I've seen and experienced! The friends I've lost to insanity who were beyond reach, the ones who ended up killing themselves because they couldn't handle life at all! You don't know what I've been through so don't you dare judge me!" Kyriel barked at him.

"When Gabriel is in heat he barely knows who I am other than something that belongs to him. I could fight him off, but I don't want to hurt him. Watching him go after my friends and those I consider family…and then realizing that I am ten times more dangerous during my cycle, its…maddening. I understand your pain. It might be a slightly different situation, but the cause is the same. Be glad that you have me here to keep him under control. I do not have that luxury!" Kyriel shook his head sadly, wrapping his arms around himself.

"He hurts you that bad, huh?" Yohji felt like a shit. He'd totally forgotten about Gabriel's condition and his none too gentle treatment of the Seraph.

"I retreat into my own mind to escape the pain of his touch when he is like this even though I know that I might never come back."

"I'm sorry," Yohji jumped as Aya's arms slid around his waist. For once the redhead wasn't rubbing on him and making lewd noises, he was just holding on.

"Its fine, I'm sorry I was so emotional. It wasn't my intention to make you pity me, so please don't. This isn't about me. Its about you and Aya. Its about bringing your lover back to you. I might not be able to control Gabriel, but I have a way into Aya's mind. I worry, though, that loosening up the memories without more practice of self-control might send him into a rage. Please, let me work with him some more," Kyriel pleaded.

"My mate," Aya growled happily in his ear when Yohji leaned back into his arms.

"Yes he is, care for him well," Kyriel offered Aya a smile.

Yohji chuckled and swatted Aya's hand away from his crotch.

"Not exactly what I meant, but don't let me get in your way," Kyriel beamed at them, the sorrow seeming to sift from his eyes.

"I think I should start training him on how to fly soon. It is very important that those wings aren't just a decoration, and he doesn't even know how to put them away to keep them from being damaged. He will need to learn how to fight in the sky."

"That would make missions…interesting," Yohji grinned.

"You weren't thinking about missions at all. I will tell you that mating in the sky can be…hazardous," Kyriel chuckled into his hand.

"Should've known that Gabriel wouldn't have passed that opportunity up," Yohji snickered.

"Gabriel is…inventive," Kyriel agreed.

"Are you kidding me? Stop that!" Yohji cried out with exasperation as Aya's fingers started working on the fastenings to his pants.

"Hornball!" Yohji laughed, but was stopped short when those sharp teeth pressed against his shoulder, stilling him completely. Shit! Was Aya going to rip into him again? He'd thought they were at least past that part!

"Stop it! No blood!" Kyriel snarled. Yohji sighed with relief when Aya's teeth released him, but those hands kept up their attempt to free him.

"Do you want him to stop?" Kyriel asked, quirking an eyebrow at him.

"Right now? Yeah, but only because I still haven't exactly caught my breath yet, if you know what I mean." Yohji blushed bright red at admitting that.

"Ah, yes, I imagine it must be hard to keep up with him. The human body can only rise to the occasion so many times in an hour," Kyriel chuckled.

"Release your mate. It isn't time," Kyriel warned.

Yohji wasn't expecting the roar from Aya, or for those strong arms to catch him in such a tight grip he was afraid of his ribs breaking.

Kyriel was in front of him suddenly, striking behind him to catch Aya in the throat and send him stumbling backwards.

Yohji ran a hand over his face. He hadn't meant for it to cause another damned fight!

He watched Aya fight back fiercely, but with his wings still unusable he was off balance and Kyriel took him down easily.

Yohji could just imagine how much of a pain in the ass Aya was going to be once he got his wings under control.