[His eyes close again, but this time for a completely different reason. Break's touch is startling deliberate and still feels new every single time. Kevin doesn't believe he will ever get used to it. He falls on top of Break with a surprised - and pleased- sigh, followed by a protective embrace. With characteristic embarrassment, he finds his way under the covers as soon as the shirt comes off, and presses his lips to Break's lips. They taste of sugar and pastries, but even more of the delicious madness that is Mister Break.]
Most pleasures are? Is that a new rule you have just come up with?
[ The light is beginning to fail, he realizes. The setting sun had bathed the room in its coral glow for a long time, but now even twilight is fading. He reaches for the light at his bedstand that he only recently realized he had, and flicks it on. Then he tosses back the covers, very obviously staring at Kevin's body. ]
That's right. The more one isn't supposed to do something, the more fun it is. People are perverse that way.
[Most perverse indeed. As expected, Break's actions are received with the most girlish and shrilly scream. And now he has a flustered half-naked angel on top of him, flailing and fighting both for the covers and the light at the bedstand. There are feathers everywhere, but certainly not enough to hide what is predictably a flawless body but for a nasty and poorly healed scar beginning on his left shoulder and running down his upper back.]
[ The tussling and shrieking is terribly exciting, of course, and he uses the opportunity to shrug off the rest of his clothes, that Kevin had mostly undone. He is in the process of trying to divest Kevin of his trousers when he happens to notice, amid the flying feathers... ]
[ He has known that Kevin's left shoulder is a source of pain, but he has never until now seen that scar. It's livid and angry. Three thousand years, and it still hasn't healed completely.
They really are two of a kind.
He stops struggling, and cedes both the covers and the light. He presses his lips to Kevin's shoulder, kissing the top of his scar. ]
[He thought he was safe in the dark, but now he flinches at the sudden kiss. It has been many years since anyone had touched that shoulder so directly, but if he close his eyes, he can still hear the sound of snapping bones. His fingertips reach for Break's lips, gently blocking their path to his shoulder. Uriel, he says, and the word is enough to make him melt. He feels surprisingly peaceful.]
Mister Break, it is all right. I mean...
[I don't want to hurt you. The truth is that he believes he is always asking too much from Mister Break. It is not fair, is it? He has problems of his own. Human problems, he reminds himself. There is no need for him to deal with any of this. No human, except for young master, has ever made him as happy as Mister Break has. The least he can do is keep him away from the terrible mess that is his relationship with heaven. One day they will both age and die. Shouldn't Uriel help them live the lives they deserve while there is still time?]
...I mean, it is not. But how else would I ever be able to meet you?
[He kisses him again and, emboldened by the darkness, starts trailing a path down Mister Break's delicate throat. ]
[ He shivers at Uriel's trail of kisses, weaving his fingers into the back of his lover's silky hair. He had something resembling an intelligible reply to that, but it will have to wait...
...until afterwards, when he is loose-limbed and spent, curled up in Uriel's arms. His mind is fuzzy with pleasure and exhaustion, and he has only just now caught his breath, but he does manage to murmur: ]
I love.... every part of you. Even the parts... that are broken.
[ He giggles, muzzily, pressing the side of his face against Uriel's chest. ]
[He is not human and he will never be. Perpetually mesmerized by the strangeness of it all, he tends to take longer to recover, keeping as close as possible to Mister Break, too lost in the scent, warmth and pleasure. For the longest time, he cannot find any words, so he allows his hands to express what he must instead, memorizing, reliving and caressing. Burying his nose in Mister Break's hair, he tries to catch up with what he is saying.]
'You...you are the first. Nobody has ever...'
[Not in billions of years. He has always strived to be who and what others wanted him to be. It is his duty and he has never complained. God, Michael...Even young master. I trusted you, the child had said, so very hurt, and that had been the last thing he heard from him before he woke up in Exsilium. Uriel has never known love without conditions, and has always been obediently punished whenever he didn't meet them. Has, in fact, learned to expect such punishment.
And that is one of the many reasons Misters Break is irreplaceable. He wraps his arms around his waist, trying to find ways to bring him closer even if his lover's body is completely pressed to his. Is it really selfish to love someone this completely? If that is so, Uriel must be the most selfish being in the entire world.]
[ He had nearly nodded off by the time Uriel manages to answer, so warm and enveloping is his embrace. ]
The first... person to shag you senseless, yes I know. Their loss.
[ He shifts and props himself up, so that he can see Uriel's face. There's a stray feather on the pillow; Break picks it up, and twirls it between his fingers. ]
I know what you mean. But I think you're wrong.
[ Then he tickles Uriel on the nose with the end of his own feather. ]
There's lots of people who love you. I'd bet a month of scones on it.
[All reference to shagging, senseless or not, must be met with utter mortification. However, his eyes twinkle at the magical word.]
You would?
[A month of scones is not a lot. Maybe. He kisses Mister Break's forehead, considering. There is Sister Rosette, of course. Solomon, Oz, Mister Gilbert, Master Walker...And he really wished that young master...His face falls a little.]
But Mister Break, they don't know.
[Not as much as Mister Break anyway. And the very few who do know want him to pick sides.
[ Break's gaze drops, as he remembers. His own secret, one he had spent so long guarding, had come out in the showiest, most humiliating way possible. One look at Gilbert's furious, hurt face afterwards told him everything he needed to know.
...except, as it turned out, Gilbert was upset that Break had never trusted him enough to reveal the details of his past. And Oz sat with him, looked after him, and even stood up for him against Lord Barma. The whole thing had ended with a group hug, how trying.
[Kevin looks positively horrified at the suggestion.]
I cannot!
[Last time anyone found out about his secrets he got kicked out from heaven. Most people, even those he cares most about, won't forgive him if he doesn't meet their expectations.
And he still needs to go back home and search for his young master. The boy merely stormed out of his room in the middle of the night when he could not answer his questions, and that terrible murder is on the loose.]
He knows I lied to him. He is so angry!
[Pressing his face to Mister Break's hair, he lets out a shuddering sigh. If young master pushes him away too, he won't know what to do.]
[ This seems unlikely. Solomon is one of the most languid people he's ever met. He can't imagine the man getting worked up over anything. But Uriel is clearly talking about someone from home, so... ]
[Since he arrived at Exsilium, he never talked about this with anyone, because it hurts far more than anything he can think of. He strokes Mister Break's shoulder for comfort, letting out a small, defeated laughter.]
The Initiative could not have recruited me at a worst moment.
[But Mister Break is here with him now, so he shouldn't really complain. Even if he is never forgiven...He sighs again, wrapping his arms around him just in case he decides to leave too.]
[ Ah. Young master. Solomon's reincarnated soul, or something like that. Uriel's devotion is something he's always found a bit creepy, however sincere. ]
Tell me what ah —
[ He sighs too, except it's more of a gasp. Angelic beings of divine glory are apparently strong. Break doesn't push Uriel away, rather simply reaching back and attempting to loosen his grip. ]
[Oh no, he didn't mean to be that clingy. Loosing his grip immediately, he overly compensates by gently rubbing Mister Break's back.]
I exchanged places with Mister Cecil when young master was a small child. They have just met and young master realized I am the impostor. He...he doesn't know who or what I am, but he doesn't approve of anything supernatural and is very upset. He yelled at me for lying to him and left our hotel in the middle of the night, and I should have followed him. The city is not safe. Especially for someone like him. He might be in terrible danger, but now I am here and there is nothing I can do.
[Except press his chin to Mister Break's shoulder and blame himself for his idiocy.]
It is silly to keep thinking about those things, isn't it? It has been five months...[The frail smile he offers Mister Break is, at least, genuine.] Though I am glad I could be of some use to you.
[He'd always be divided, between heaven and earth, between his life here and in his own world. That is probably a small punishment for being a bad angel and a bad butler.]
[ All this touching. He'd been about to fall asleep, but this might be enough to make him wake up again. No, no — he'll focus on what Uriel is saying. ]
You found Gilbert. And though nobody can say for certain, if I had to bet, I'd say that you'll find your young master too, one day. And when you do, well...
[ He completely innocently hikes a knee over Uriel's hip and nestles closely against him. Hey, he can multitask, right? ]
Kids can surprise you, Mister Cecil. I suspect that if you tell him the truth about who and what you are, he'll forgive you. Even if you can't forgive yourself.
[ He giggles, soft warm puffs of naughty laughter, against Kevin's neck. He is also very much awake now, and who can blame him? It's hardly his fault that Kevin's skin is like fine silk, or that he smells like roses. ]
Hm, anyway. Your young master. I wouldn't worry about his temper, too much. People who explode tend to do it all at once, and then don't stay angry.
[It is true, in spite of his quick outrage, young master has always been fair, though Uriel fears that might make it even harder for him to deserve his forgiveness. Still, Mister Break's words carry some hope. Shifting and blushing at the delicious laugher, he picks the feather his lover was playing with and tickles his nose with it. ]
You place too much faith in me, sir.
[He kisses the corner of his lips, his mouth gentle and warm, lingering just slightly before he speaks again.]
And I believe it is time for you to make yourself decent.
The proper kiss startles him. It always does. Like being given a box of bonbons for no apparent reason. Of course, only a complete idiot would turn down the bonbons, especially when they give him such a perfect opportunity to ignore the undeserved compliment.
'It is very distracting. You are very distracting, sir.
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Most pleasures are? Is that a new rule you have just come up with?
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That's right. The more one isn't supposed to do something, the more fun it is. People are perverse that way.
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MISTER BREAK!
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They really are two of a kind.
He stops struggling, and cedes both the covers and the light. He presses his lips to Kevin's shoulder, kissing the top of his scar. ]
Uriel...
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Mister Break, it is all right. I mean...
[I don't want to hurt you. The truth is that he believes he is always asking too much from Mister Break. It is not fair, is it? He has problems of his own. Human problems, he reminds himself. There is no need for him to deal with any of this. No human, except for young master, has ever made him as happy as Mister Break has. The least he can do is keep him away from the terrible mess that is his relationship with heaven. One day they will both age and die. Shouldn't Uriel help them live the lives they deserve while there is still time?]
...I mean, it is not. But how else would I ever be able to meet you?
[He kisses him again and, emboldened by the darkness, starts trailing a path down Mister Break's delicate throat. ]
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...until afterwards, when he is loose-limbed and spent, curled up in Uriel's arms. His mind is fuzzy with pleasure and exhaustion, and he has only just now caught his breath, but he does manage to murmur: ]
I love.... every part of you. Even the parts... that are broken.
[ He giggles, muzzily, pressing the side of his face against Uriel's chest. ]
'S selfish, I know.
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'You...you are the first. Nobody has ever...'
[Not in billions of years. He has always strived to be who and what others wanted him to be. It is his duty and he has never complained. God, Michael...Even young master. I trusted you, the child had said, so very hurt, and that had been the last thing he heard from him before he woke up in Exsilium. Uriel has never known love without conditions, and has always been obediently punished whenever he didn't meet them. Has, in fact, learned to expect such punishment.
And that is one of the many reasons Misters Break is irreplaceable. He wraps his arms around his waist, trying to find ways to bring him closer even if his lover's body is completely pressed to his. Is it really selfish to love someone this completely? If that is so, Uriel must be the most selfish being in the entire world.]
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[ He had nearly nodded off by the time Uriel manages to answer, so warm and enveloping is his embrace. ]
The first... person to shag you senseless, yes I know. Their loss.
[ He shifts and props himself up, so that he can see Uriel's face. There's a stray feather on the pillow; Break picks it up, and twirls it between his fingers. ]
I know what you mean. But I think you're wrong.
[ Then he tickles Uriel on the nose with the end of his own feather. ]
There's lots of people who love you. I'd bet a month of scones on it.
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You would?
[A month of scones is not a lot. Maybe. He kisses Mister Break's forehead, considering. There is Sister Rosette, of course. Solomon, Oz, Mister Gilbert, Master Walker...And he really wished that young master...His face falls a little.]
But Mister Break, they don't know.
[Not as much as Mister Break anyway. And the very few who do know want him to pick sides.
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...except, as it turned out, Gilbert was upset that Break had never trusted him enough to reveal the details of his past. And Oz sat with him, looked after him, and even stood up for him against Lord Barma. The whole thing had ended with a group hug, how trying.
How very trying, indeed. ]
Then tell them.
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I cannot!
[Last time anyone found out about his secrets he got kicked out from heaven. Most people, even those he cares most about, won't forgive him if he doesn't meet their expectations.
And he still needs to go back home and search for his young master. The boy merely stormed out of his room in the middle of the night when he could not answer his questions, and that terrible murder is on the loose.]
He knows I lied to him. He is so angry!
[Pressing his face to Mister Break's hair, he lets out a shuddering sigh. If young master pushes him away too, he won't know what to do.]
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Who, Solomon?
[ This seems unlikely. Solomon is one of the most languid people he's ever met. He can't imagine the man getting worked up over anything. But Uriel is clearly talking about someone from home, so... ]
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[Since he arrived at Exsilium, he never talked about this with anyone, because it hurts far more than anything he can think of. He strokes Mister Break's shoulder for comfort, letting out a small, defeated laughter.]
The Initiative could not have recruited me at a worst moment.
[But Mister Break is here with him now, so he shouldn't really complain. Even if he is never forgiven...He sighs again, wrapping his arms around him just in case he decides to leave too.]
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Tell me what ah —
[ He sighs too, except it's more of a gasp. Angelic beings of divine glory are apparently strong. Break doesn't push Uriel away, rather simply reaching back and attempting to loosen his grip. ]
Tell me what happened.
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I exchanged places with Mister Cecil when young master was a small child. They have just met and young master realized I am the impostor. He...he doesn't know who or what I am, but he doesn't approve of anything supernatural and is very upset. He yelled at me for lying to him and left our hotel in the middle of the night, and I should have followed him. The city is not safe. Especially for someone like him. He might be in terrible danger, but now I am here and there is nothing I can do.
[Except press his chin to Mister Break's shoulder and blame himself for his idiocy.]
It is silly to keep thinking about those things, isn't it? It has been five months...[The frail smile he offers Mister Break is, at least, genuine.] Though I am glad I could be of some use to you.
[He'd always be divided, between heaven and earth, between his life here and in his own world. That is probably a small punishment for being a bad angel and a bad butler.]
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You found Gilbert. And though nobody can say for certain, if I had to bet, I'd say that you'll find your young master too, one day. And when you do, well...
[ He completely innocently hikes a knee over Uriel's hip and nestles closely against him. Hey, he can multitask, right? ]
Kids can surprise you, Mister Cecil. I suspect that if you tell him the truth about who and what you are, he'll forgive you. Even if you can't forgive yourself.
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That is a bet I would love to lose. That said, you do not know my young master. He can be really scary when he is angry.
[And he was about to cry. Young master had not cried in years. And to think that was his fault...]
...I have never made you cry, have I?
[This seems like a real concern for Mister Break's angel right now.]
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[ He giggles, soft warm puffs of naughty laughter, against Kevin's neck. He is also very much awake now, and who can blame him? It's hardly his fault that Kevin's skin is like fine silk, or that he smells like roses. ]
Hm, anyway. Your young master. I wouldn't worry about his temper, too much. People who explode tend to do it all at once, and then don't stay angry.
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You place too much faith in me, sir.
[He kisses the corner of his lips, his mouth gentle and warm, lingering just slightly before he speaks again.]
And I believe it is time for you to make yourself decent.
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[ He grins at the tickling and wraps his arms about Kevin, returning his lover's gentle kiss with a proper one. ]
As for decency, it's going to have to wait.
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'It is very distracting. You are very distracting, sir.