The awkwardness in the jet was so palpable it could be cut with a knife. Kitty, Rogue, Logan, Scott and the professor all sat in seats to the front of the jet. Ororo and Jean sat together in the pilot's seat and steered the ship. Mystique and Azazel sat in the far back out of earshot of everyone else. Mystique had sat herself as far away from Azazel as she could and was now staring at the wall. Azazel stared out the window and sighed. This could not go on any longer. "Our son's name is Kurt then?" he asked almost embarrassedly.
Mystique did not answer at first but nodded curtly. "I see…and what does he….. look like," Azazel said hating himself. He was a demon lord for Pete's sake.
Mystique turned to him suddenly and looked at him squarely, "Why should you care?"
Azazel paused for a moment trying to think of an answer, "He is my son."
"No…. he's my son," she said.
"Mystique I am his father and-,"
"If you're his father than where were you when Magneto took him away and experimented on him?! Where were you when he was forced to do terrible things or kill people?! Where were you when he asked me who his father was?! You don't care! You don't! All you care about is getting your demon race out of that banished dimension, by using my son," She exploded suddenly.
Azazel was not one to take things lying down, "Do you have any idea why I left? Well do you?!" he shouted, his deep voice making the walls shake.
"Is it because you wanted to go get another woman preg-,"
"It was because I love you!" He stepped back and for the first time in his life he was shocked at himself. Damn this woman making him feel differently about things.
Mystique was speechless, but regained quickly, "Then why did you…leave," she asked quietly.
"The Cheyarafim had found me and if they realized what I….we had done they would have killed you and….. Kurt," Azazel said slowly.
Mystique's eyes softened and she leaned up and kissed him suddenly. Azazel almost drew back in surprise but the simple warmth of the kiss was too inviting. He had never felt this way about kissing a woman, he felt light and free. Strange for Azazel. Mystique pulled away, "Could the Cheyarafim be after Kurt now," Mystique asked.
Azazel sighed, "Yes they could have sensed my return to this world and could be tracking our movements but I would not worry too much about them," he said and sat down, bringing the woman down next to him.
She brushed his coal black hair out of his eyes as he often did with Kurt. "I love you," she whispered.
Azazel kissed her forehead, "I love you as well."
Up front everyone had heard their shouting match and had feared they would begin to fight, but now they were either smiling or laughing quietly at the strangely perfect couple.
I know this is kind of a soft side to Azazel but I always felt like this was how he should be. He never smiles though, at least not to my knowledge so just imagine him never smiling. Hope you liked it R and R.