Category: Darksiders I & II
Rating: M
Couples: Azrael/War, Strife/Caim
Warnings: AU, Yaoi, Lemon, Mpreg
Chapter: 2
Copyright: Characters & places © By Appropriate Copyright-holder, Plot & OC´s © by me and Food-for-mind
Author's Note: Sequel to Angel of War
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The angels standing guard at the gates into the White City were not amused when seeing who was coming down the causeway. War and Ruin were slowly closing the distance to the angels.
"He's here as a guest for me." Metatron appeared above the battlements, touching down outside of the walls. "Welcome, War. You are here quite early."
"No use in waiting." The Rider brought the flaming horse to a stop. "It better not be some kind of mockery."
"I wouldn't dare." The four-winged male gestured into the City. "If you would follow me..."
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"You wanted to speak with me?" Azrael entered the office of his father. His parents were at the rich wooden desk, carved with the images of birds over a roiling sea. The scholar looked gaunt, even under his luxurious robes.
"Yes." Despite this being Rahab's office, it was Laylah who was sitting behind the desk, while her husband was leaning on its' side. "We had a visitor today regarding you."
"After the proper motions, he asked for your hand in marriage..." Laylah continued after a short silence. "We have granted him this right."
"You... gave him that right?" Azrael demanded sharply. "I thought we talked about this a good while back. Since when is your memory faulty!?"
"We figured you'd not mind this contender for your hand." The male Firstborn smiled lightly, gesturing with his hand to behind his son.
Before the younger angel could say or do anything in response, a hand settled on the small of his back. He froze in response, both because it was cold metal and because it was far too large to belong to any angel.
"I might have made some assumptions as well." A rough and familiar voice spoke softly into his ears. "Considering we have a daughter together..."
"War..." The scholar wheeled around, just barely having enough sense to not whack the man behind him with his long wings. He started trembling when his eyes confirmed what his heart had already realized. "How...?"
"Some Divine Interference." The Rider had not removed his massive gauntlet, pulling the angel close with it. "Your uncle informed me how I could get another chance."
"But..." The mystic was clinging to the bulkier male. "But... that..."
"Was well worth you." War smiled gently. "You should know that."
"No doubt." The two Firstborn moved closer. "Azrael. Surely our guest would like some rest and food. We trust you can see to that?"
"I..." The angel looked over his shoulder at his parents and then to the male holding him. "Of course." He relaxed, closing his eyes as he teleported them both to his room. By the time they arrived, War was plundering his mouth hungrily.
"I think those can wait." The Rider pushed the angel to the nearest wall he saw, pressing the slender body against his own. "For now, I'd rather have you."
"You can have me..." The scholar murmured, wrapping his arms and wings around the Nephilim in front of him. "Gladly."
"No doubt." War purred, using his golem-arm to hold the angel close. "Banish our clothes..." One of his fingers trailed over the mystic's bare neck. "And use that one spell. I will not wait." He grinned when feeling the shudder run through his lover's body. "Not anymore."
Azrael was nearly being crushed with the strength War was pushing him as he started chanting. He threw his head back, allowing the Nephilim to bury his teeth in angelic flesh.
The Red Rider briefly closed his eyes when he finally felt his beloved again, before pulling back and looking around the room. Finding the bed, he pulled them onto it.
The moment Azrael was sitting on his lap, War gently held his face and studied it briefly. Breath caressing his beloved moist lips, his voice was a mere whisper when he spoke again. "Tell me what you desire and I shall grant it."
"What I always desire..." Azrael whispered, hand trailing down to caress the already hardening erection of the Rider. "You inside me, taking me so hard that I have trouble sitting. The soreness of knowing I am yours, beloved..."
War kissed him deeply. "Then you better have that spell ready."
Azrael trembled when he realized why his mate demanded that. Enjoying the flushed look of his mate, War grasped the slender hips and lifted him up. Guiding Azrael down, he leaned back down until his back was on the sheets. "Ride me."
Azrael moaned at the small hint of pain mixing in with pleasure as he finally, finally felt War inside him again. He gaped at the Horseman's demand though, jaw dropping lightly. Blushing even more fiercely, he obeyed hesitantly. Taking himself slowly, he leaned back, supporting himself on War's thighs as the lustrous wings twitched in pleasure. He could not look away from the burning eyes of the Red Rider.
The blushing suited Azrael, making him even more desirable. His eyes drank in the sight of his mate moving on top of him, even his wings trembling. Once the angel was more comfortable, War began to roll his hips rhythmically.
Azrael moaned without any sense of shame now, nearly every move hitting that spot inside his channel that send fire through his veins. He leaned forward, searching War's lips in a kiss as he moved ever faster.
Locking his lips with the angel's, War followed his lead. He felt pleasure building, hands gripping the hips hard enough to leave bruises.
Azrael broke the kiss, moving with abandon on top of his mate. So close... so very, very close... "War!" He could not stop himself, keening the name of the one who held his heart as he came hard.
Feeling Azrael clenching around his cock pulled him over the edge. War roared in pleasure, pulling Azrael down onto his chest again and reclaimed his mouth.
Azrael moaned at the feel of heat inside him, kissing War just a tad lazily as he snuggled into the Rider's chest.
Holding tightly onto his beloved, War nuzzled the freshly made mark, feeling finally whole again.
Azrael sighed lightly, purring at the arms around him. Half-lifting himself upright he looked down into War's face, trailing kisses all over it. "I love you."
"As do I you."