Category: Darksiders I & II
Rating: M
Couples: Azrael/War
Warnings: AU, Yaoi, Debatable-Con (once), Lemon, Mpreg
Chapter:34
Copyright: Characters & places © By Appropriate Copyright-holder, Plot & OC´s © by me and Food-for-mind
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"How are you doing?" War had returned from another foray and found Azrael sitting in the gazebo. At five months, the angel's stomach was now starting to get quite round.
"Well." One hand was caressing the bulge underneath his robes while the other was holding a book. Putting the book aside, he got up to walk over to the Rider. "How did it go with you?"
"Good, all things considered." Carefully wrapping an arm around his lover, War rested his forehead on the angel's. "And look what I got you." Pulling his other arm from behind his back, he smiled lightly.
"Oh, thank you." Smiling widely, Azrael took the pillow. "It's perfect." He snuggled it close. It was made of red silk and embroidered with colourful flowers. "Where do you keep finding these?"
"Places..." The Nephilim's smile widened. "Even though I do not understand why you insist on getting several dozen pillows."
"You'll see." Azrael chuckled softly while pressing a gentle kiss on War's cheek. "They are important."
"So you keep telling me." War led his mate inside. "And yet, you refuse to tell me why." He had managed to return early and so they had the entire fortress for themselves.
"I'll tell you when you finished collecting them for me." The scholar carefully put down the most recent one on a pile of others in the corner of their tower-room. "I'd say you are about three-quarters there."
"War, slayer of millions... and collector of pillows." The Horseman muttered while taking off his armour on the other side of the room.
"Well, it's either getting me these or dealing with a very grumpy me." The angel assured him, sitting down on the bed and patting the spot beside him.
Grinning, his lover lifted him up and sat down with the pregnant male on his lap. "I am getting you plenty, aren't I?" He hesitated a bit before resting his hand on the swollen belly. "Only four more months."
"Indeed." Azrael folded his hands over War's. "We should start thinking of names."
"And you're sure you want to ask me?" The Rider chuckled lightly, resting his head against the scholar's. "I do not think you'd want him or her to be named like the Nephilim do... Nor do I, for that matter."
"True..." Feathers rustled when wings wrapped around the two of them. "Though perhaps... Grace if it's a she? I think that would be acceptable for both our... people."
"And if it's a he?" The warrior started caressing the skin stretched taut over his child.
"Mmmh... Temperance?" The mystic suggested after some thinking. "There have been two angels already named that."
"I do not think that a Nephilim works with that name." War snorted, smirking a bit at his mate's miffed face.
"Then you suggest something, why don't you?" Azrael muttered with a pout, tugging on the long tresses of his child's sire. "Honestly, some temperance would not go amiss with the lot of you."
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Later that day after dinner, they were in bed together. The first time after the Lilith-debacle Azrael had invited him back into his bed, War had simply broken down. He was not even ashamed to admit it. But this was not the first time.
Breathing heavily, the Rider moved slowly inside his lover. He felt the long wings twitched under his body. The hand in his tightened as Azrael moaned. "My angel." The Nephilim pressed gentle kisses to the fresh Mark in front of his face. He grinned when feeling the leg in his golem-hand twitch in response. "I'm not letting you get away again."
Trembling, the angel looked at the hulk looming over him. With his wings trapped under War's body and one leg lifted up high in an almost crushing grip, even if he had wanted to he couldn't have gotten away. Another draw-out moan escaped his lips. Panting, he used his only free limb to pull the smirking face down to his own. "Do shut up and move." It felt like it had been hours since they started and the Rider's slow pace was simply utter torment.
"I am." The warrior grinned, angling his thrusts.
"Faster." The scholar almost snarled, sweat running down his body. "You shan't break me that easily, nor the child... Now move!"
"As you wish." Shifting his lover, the Horseman picked up the pace. "Mine. Both of you are mine."
"Yes..." With a drawn-out sigh, Azrael twitched underneath his mate once before slumping into the mattress. He smiled when feeling – and hearing – War come as well. "And likewise."
Chuckling answered him, gentle kisses peppering his bare shoulder. "Always." Untangling himself from the angel, War carefully climbed over him to lie face to face. A pleasant tingle ran down his spine when Azrael used his magics to clean them both.