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Waking the Fallen	By : Need2ScreamNow Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Avenged Sevenfold Views: 1369 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't know the guys in A7x, I'm not making any money whatsoever and this is all Fiction. It never happened and it never will.

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Jimmy’s POV
He woke up with a start unsure of what frightened him, he did know that Shadows was no longer next to him though. His mind was a little fuzzy still and he was starting to suspect it was not entirely the wine’s fault. He woke up a little more and realized someone was crying. He looked around the room and found Shadows gingerly holding Vengeance. The little demon was bleeding profusely from his head and neck, one of his wings was tattered and dripping blood onto the floor. The last traces of drowsiness dissipated and he rolled off the bed and went to Shadows’ side.

“They have him! They have my Christ, my Johnny! They’ll kill him, they’ll let the young Avengers use him for target practice!” Vengeance wailed. He was literally clinging to the angel, his face was streaked with blood and tears and for once he seemed completely oblivious to Jimmy. Jimmy was a little taken aback, in the short time he had been acquainted with Vengeance he had never seen the demon show any emotions but apathy or contempt; now he was literally in pieces with his head buried in Shadows’ chest completely open and vulnerable.

Without a word Shadows disappeared with him and Jimmy was left alone. He stared at the spot where the two had been shocked. How often had he been told that demons and fallen angels were evil, devoid of compassion and love? True Vengeance and Christ seemed like they took particular joy in tormenting people and Shadows could be cold and distant but Shadows had calmed him after Mikael’s attack and from what he had just seen Vengeance truly cared about the smaller demon Christ.

Shadows reappeared jarring him from his thoughts. The angel was still holding Vengeance. The little demon was quieter now and no longer bleeding and the gashes on his head and upper chest looked like they had been cleaned. His once tattered wing was whole again. Gingerly Shadows placed the wounded demon on his bed. At first Vengeance didn’t let go of him but Shadows murmured something and he slowly relaxed the death grip he had on the angel’s neck and closed his eyes tiredly. Then Shadows did something that once again made Jimmy rethink what he thought he knew. He kissed the little demon on the cheek. It wasn’t anything different from what his mom used to do when he was little, just a soft reassuring pressure on his cheek when he had a nightmare. If the two had been human he wouldn’t have thought a thing about it but as it was he was completely dumbfounded.

Shadows unfurled his obsidian wings and, as if enough hadn’t already happened in the past half hour, the black seemed to fade from his feathers. From coal black to a charcoal gray then the color began to melt away sliding down his feathers like someone had tossed a bucket of water on him. All that was left was a dazzling white, “Stay with him.” His voice was low and commanding and Jimmy nodded still too astonished for words. Then he was gone again and Jimmy was alone with the whimpering demon.

Shadows’ POV
He didn’t like giving Mikael credit for anything, much less about being right, and he absolutely loathed acknowledging that the annoying prick was right about him. He was though, the thought ground on his nerves and he was itching for a fight. He liked Vengeance and Christ, the two were a never ending source of entertainment and the only two he knew he could trust implicitly. Despite what he had told Jimmy he did trust them with his life, they’d saved him enough times from a knife in the back. He had taken them under his wing, as Mikael thought, though he would never let anyone know how close the three were. Relationships of any kind could be dangerous, they opened you up for pain and were an easy way to make you vulnerable.

Vengeance and Christ were known in Eldur and Dimmur for their relationship. They were practically attached at the wing and now the Avengers had taken advantage of that, probably to draw him out. He sighed, his lingering humanity would never let him abandon either of the little demons no matter what the risk. And he was taking one hell of a risk.

It had been centuries since he had left Eldur and he had killed a fair amount of the Avengers and Guardians that he had once trained with, there were still enough though to recognize him. If they caught him on their plane he would be killed immediately. He appeared on the earth plane in a secluded spot near a marshy pond. He glanced at his reflection and shuddered a little. His wings were slender and blindingly white and tinged with gold, an identifying feature he was hoping no one would remember, his hazel eyes were brighter and his skin was a shade darker. Not many of the Fallen could revert to their previous state, not many wanted to. He turned away from the image disgusted. The sooner he got Christ the sooner he could shed his Eldur form and return to his much more comfortable Dimmur one.

It took him two tries to open the portal, but he finally got it open and without hesitation stepped through. He found himself drenched in buttery sunshine and caressed by a gentle spring breeze. He tried not to scowl at the feeling and focused on trying to remember where the interrogation rooms were. They wouldn’t kill Christ outright, no, he had been seen with the human and he had been a thorn in their side for too long, they would make sure he talked and suffered before they killed him.

He started walking in a direction that felt familiar, memories weren’t going to help him he had buried them too long ago, so he relied on intuition to guide him. To his chagrin he realized he would have to cross the training field for the Avengers. He mentally kicked himself but kept walking hoping none of the older angels were out and about.

A few of the young Avengers stopped their training and stared at him as he crossed the fields. His golden hued wings were extremely rare, he had been the only one when he had been training, and he was much larger than most of the Eldur angels even the Avengers. Eldur angels were slender and light and relied on skill and swiftness to eliminate their targets. Fallen Ones gained strength and height in their exile and in a head to head battle could easily kill an Avenger.

He found a familiar door and walked up to the two Avengers guarding it, thankfully he didn’t recognize them.

“Who are you?” A flaming red haired Avenger asked coarsely. Her pale green eyes looked him over critically. He was used to it though, the angels in Dimmur were always looking for a weakness; he returned her gaze without flinching, “Mathew.” He said simply. The other guard shifted so he could pull his sword without hindrance, “What do you want Mathew?” his voice was light and in no way intimidating. Shadows almost had to keep himself from laughing at the little angel, he barely reached his shoulder and the stubborn baby fat clinging to his face gave him the appearance of a child.

“The trail for the human is growing cold, the demon has to talk.” He said, he managed to keep the laughter out of his voice. The female looked suspicious, “They interrogated him only a little while ago.” She said, her piercing gaze never left his face. Shadows was growing impatient, it would be too soon before someone recognized him, “And he didn’t speak did he?” he growled, “Now he has to speak.”

The female glared at him a moment longer and then stepped aside. The male opened the door and he slipped into the bright room.

Brian’s POV
The Caribbean had been a complete waste of his precious time. There had been not a trace of James or Shadows or even the annoying demons. He had been seconds away from screaming when a small angel had alerted him to the capture of one of the annoying demons. He decided to take a gamble and return to Eldur to see if the creature would speak. He glanced up at the sky, the sun was past its peak and heading swiftly for the horizon. He cursed under his breath and quickly opened a portal.

Eldur was positively buzzing with gossip. He’d never seen so many Avengers and apprentices on the training field at one time much less for the sole purpose of swapping stories. He caught one young apprentice as he was hurrying to the field, “What’s going on?” if there was an attack coming he wanted to be in the loop. The young angel fluffed his wings excitedly, “There’s an angel here with golden wings!” he chirped excitedly. Brian’s eyes widened and he looked around the field for the angel.

“No, no, he’s not here. He went to interrogate the demon.” He said helpfully. Brian thanked him and headed more quickly to the interrogation chambers. Of course it was possible for really any colors to show up in wings but it was almost unheard of. He vaguely remembered Abel talking about an angel with golden wings…

Shadows’ POV
Vengeance was going to throw a fit. Christ was on his knees chained to the floor, his head hung limply and there was a large pool of blood under him. His wings were torn, one looked like it might be broken, and his skin was burned from Holy water. He lifted his head a little when Shadows entered but his gaze was hollow and pained.

Shadows knelt in front of him and lifted his head by his chin, “Vengeance is safe love.” He murmured against his forehead. Immediately Christ lifted his head more of his own will and looked at Shadows again confused, “Shad—” he started, but the angel pressed a finger against his lips silencing him, “We’ll talk later.” He whispered. The little demon nodded and lifted his arms a little, “They hurt.” He whimpered. Shadows examined the shackles and hissed when he saw the blessings etched into their surface. He withdrew a small dagger he always kept with him and started to pick the lock. After a moment he heard a satisfying ‘click’ and the shackle opened. Christ quickly pulled his wrist out and held it against his chest, the skin was raw and bleeding and even blackened in some areas. A soft pained cry slipped past his lips.

“Hang on Johnny.” Shadows whispered as he started working on the second manacle. Small tremors shook the little demon, unlike Shadows Holy things could severely hurt him. The ancient blessings on the fetters sapped his strength and burned like acid on his skin. The second one opened with a much louder click than the first and Shadows looked at it with a little surprise. Then Christ snarled and he turned and saw the louder click had come from the door.

Brian’s POV
“Have you found the human yet?” Abel kept his tone conversational but the implied threat was there nonetheless. Through will power alone Brian kept the sneer out of his voice, “I want to talk to the demon.” He didn’t stop walking and Abel fell in beside him. The hostility was palpable.

Dierra, one of the younger apprentices was on guard duty with her partner, though he couldn’t remember his name.

“You can’t go in.” Dierra informed him sulkily. Brian raised an eyebrow, Abel was less subtle, “And why not?” he barked. Dierra was unfazed, “There’s already someone in with him.”

“Who is it? No one is scheduled.” Abel growled; Brian got a certain amount of satisfaction from the older angel’s irritation. Abel was not used to being in second place. Dierra shook his head, “I’ve never seen him before and I know I would have remembered him.”

“He was huge and his wings were golden!” her partner cut in enthusiastically. Dierra shot him a withering look and his mouth snapped shut again. Abel went rigid next to him, “Golden wings? What did he look like? No, better yet get out of my way.” He snarled. Dierra admirably held her ground, “No. We have our orders.”

“That’s no Eldur angel in there it’s Shadows!” Abel roared. He shoved the two aside and threw the door open. The, now free, demon snarled at them with tangible venom; the angel that was crouched next to him spun around and Brian was for a moment taken by surprise.

He had never battled with Shadows before, he was painfully certain if they ever did he would be the loser. He’d heard stories about the hated angel though. Those that saw him and lived described only his fighting technique; swift and lethal coupled with an amazing amount of strength, but no one ever bothered to mention what he looked like. He was obviously well muscled, but not overly so. His skin was smooth and lightly tanned and offset his white and gold tinted wings beautifully.

Brian reacted only a second behind Abel and drew his sword and charged the larger, more powerful angel. Shadows caught Abel easily and literally threw the older man to the side. He grabbed the demon hiding behind him and Brian saw what he was doing. He was going to open a portal to Dimmur where they couldn’t follow. If Shadows left then there would be no way for him to find the human and his time was quickly running out. He changed his tactics. Sheathing his sword he launched himself at the other man. Shadows saw him too late and couldn’t deflect his momentum, the portal opened and suddenly he wasn’t in Eldur anymore.

Shadows’ POV
He knew he was screwed as soon as the angel hit him. He was already halfway home and the angel’s connection with his body dragged him along for the ride too. They wound up in his room in a heap, he managed not to fall on Christ and instead shoved him to the side and just barely drew his own sword in time to block the other angel’s. He growled and shoved the angel away and finally got a good look at him. Brian.

“Stupid angel.” He snarled. A fireball came from somewhere to his side and slammed into the angel knocking him back screaming. His sword clattered to the side and he curled into a defensive ball holding his chest and stomach. Shadows got up angrily and opened up part of the wall, he grabbed the groaning angel by his wing and threw him into the hole. The angel shrieked again when his wing was grabbed and Shadows snarled at him, then the wall melted to become grated bars of unbreakable stone. Brian shuddered but didn’t try to get up.

He turned away from the imprisoned angel and found Jimmy staring at him with a textbook deer-in-the-headlights expression and Vengeance and Christ were gone, to the healers no doubt. He sheathed his sword and rolled his shoulder, a flash of white had him on his guard again until he realized it was his own wing. Like a dog chasing its tail. He thought annoyed. He shed his Eldur form and wrapped the black feathers around him comfortingly.

“What…” Jimmy had lost the deer look and had now opted for an owlish one. He looked at Shadows with wide blue eyes and the angel laughed. This broke Jimmy’s confusion and he scowled at the angel again, “What the hell was that all about?” he asked with an uneasy glance at Brian. The angel was glaring death at both of them but was still sitting on the floor holding his chest. Shadows snorted and turned away from him and picked up his sword and held it up for inspection.

It was a beautiful blade, all Avenger swords were. They were forged from a metal not found on the earth plane and crafted by only the most talented artists. The metal glowed blue gold in the light and reflected a deep purple in the shadows. It was only a single blade and sharp enough to split a hair. Each blade was tailored for the angel that would use it, the ancient characters along the edge magnified the important skill of the wielder; strength or swiftness or teleportation the list went on. According to Brian’s blade he was fast, very fast. Shadows snorted again, “Not fast enough.” He said loud enough for the imprisoned angel to hear. Brian stayed quiet but he could feel his glare drilling into his back.

“Shadows, what the hell is going on?” Jimmy asked again, his previous confusion and fright had disappeared and now he sounded annoyed. He tossed the sword to a corner of the room and it clattered and sparked against the stone until it came to a noisy rest somewhere in the darkness, “Nothing, human. I’ll be back, this time hide if someone comes in.” he said coolly. He had to let Lucifer know he had an Avenger in his room. A human he wouldn’t mind him keeping but as much as he taunted Brian he was still dangerous and the last thing they needed was one of the more elite Avengers wreaking havoc in their domain.

Jimmy’s POV
He flickered out of sight before Jimmy could tell him to fuck off so he contented himself with glaring at the place were he had been standing. Once he was satisfied the air had felt the entirety of his wrath he turned his gaze to the imprisoned angel. He was glaring certain death at him. Jimmy took a step back, “What?” he looked behind him on the off chance one of the demons or Shadows had returned.

“James Owen Sullivan.” He said icily. Jimmy went over to the bed and sat down, “Yeah, who’re you?” he was nervous but not scared. He was putting faith in Shadows, hoping he wouldn’t have left him in a room with an angel that clearly didn’t like him.

“You will die within the next two hours.” The angel growled. He got up and stood in front of the stone bars, with the minimal light Jimmy now recognized him as one of the angels from the Cathedral.

“What the hell do you people want with me?” he snapped. He was once again putting his faith in Shadows’ promise to keep him safe. The angel only glared at him.

“Fine.” Jimmy growled, he was fed up with angels and demons alike. He swung his legs up on the bed and folded his arms behind his head intending to go back to sleep. He sighed and rolled his eyes over to the door when he heard a soft sound. Vengeance was back cradling the sleeping Christ in his arms. The green eyed demon had his wings folded around his shoulders shielding Christ from the minimal light of the room; he was crooning something softly to the smaller demon. He stayed in the doorway for a moment then flickered out of sight. He didn’t leave though, Jimmy heard the familiar flutter of wings from somewhere high in the darkness above him.

Jimmy rolled onto his side actually feeling a little safer with the two demons in the room. At least if the angel got loose Vengeance would tear him apart. He reached out and grabbed an overstuffed pillow and cradled it against his chest and returned to his nap.

He was woken up again when someone shook his shoulder, more asleep than awake he figured it was his mother trying to get him up for school, “I’ll go later.” He mumbled.

“You’re not going anywhere human, wake up.” The shake stopped and then he was smacked, hard, in the middle of his back. He yelped and sat up and twisted around to glare at Vengeance, “What?” He snapped, any good feelings he had about the demon were fading quickly. Vengeance’s face softened, “I…I need to, can you watch him?” he asked looking down at the floor. Jimmy shifted the rest of his body around so he wasn’t looking over his shoulder at the demon, “Watch who?” he yawned.

“Christ.” His voice was barely a whisper in the quiet room. Jimmy blinked and stared at him for a second, “Uh, yeah, sure. I don’t really have anything pressing to do.” He said with a wry smile. Vengeance’s gemstone eyes flashed up to his face, “Thank you.” He murmured. He disappeared and reappeared a moment later with the still sleeping demon.

Christ was bone white, his dark brown hair looked almost black where it lay against his forehead. His face was peaceful though, he looked perfectly content to be curled in Vengeance’s arm.

“I don’t have to give him medicine or anything right?” Jimmy asked scooting over so he could lay the smaller demon next to him. A smile flickered across Vengeance’s face, “No, his wing is still fragile,” he shot a withering look over to the stone cell where the angel was glaring right back at him, “but it will heal more quickly while he asleep.”

Said wing was folded neatly against Christ’s back while the other was wrapped around his shoulder. Jimmy cocked his head to the side studying the awkward wing position, “Doesn’t that hurt?” he asked. Vengeance was gently stroking the smaller demon’s pale cheek, “Does what hurt?” he muttered distractedly.

“The way his wing is around his shoulder; isn’t he laying on a bone or something?” he didn’t want to touch him because he wasn’t entirely sure how badly he had been injured but Vengeance knew what he was talking about.

“They’re not bird wings Jimmy.” He said dryly.

“Are they bat wings?” was his snarky reply. Vengeance rolled his eyes, “I’ll be back soon as I can.” And then he flickered out of sight. Christ’s face scrunched up when he left and his eyes opened, “Zacky?” he whispered.

“Go back to sleep Christ, he’ll be back when you wake up.” Jimmy said gently. The demon stayed awake a moment longer and then snuggled deeper into his wing and fell back asleep. Jimmy yawned but he wasn’t tired any more, he’d probably gotten enough sleep in the past two days alone to catch him up on the last four years. Carefully he got off the bed and went over to where he thought the bookshelves had been. Yeah Shadows would probably be pissed at him for snooping again but the guy didn’t even leave him a deck of cards, what was he supposed to do with his time? He tapped on the rocks, pushed, pulled, kicked, and said whatever hocus pocus words he could but nothing moved.

“What are you doing?” The angel asked incredulously. Jimmy shrugged, “There’s a bookshelf in here somewhere.” He said.

“Only Shadows can move the rocks.” Christ murmured sleepily. Jimmy sighed and left the rocks alone. His air supply was abruptly cut off when someone wrapped a hand around his throat and jerked his full six feet five inches and two hundred pounds off the ground by his neck. His legs kicked out reflexively and he caught the offender in the groin. He was airborne for a second before his back slammed against the unyielding rock behind him. His head cracked loudly against a jagged edge and he slid boneless to the ground.

Through the haze of pain he recognized the blond haired angel Mikael stalking toward him. A fireball hit the angel in the side of the face, he stumbled back snarling ferociously. Jimmy struggled to his feet, Christ was weak as a newborn his attack would have completely drained his reserves so now he was completely defenseless against the very large, very angry angel. And he was not sure Vengeance would spare him if Christ was hurt again or, worse yet, killed.

“Hey fucker.” He slurred pulling himself up, his vision was still blurry and his head was throbbing horribly but his hearing was clearing. “Fucking coward, attacking people from behind. Guess I should’ve ‘spected that since you’re scared shitless of Shadows.” His legs were threatening to pitch him over again, he could feel them trembling under the strain of holding his weight. He wasn’t sure even half his words were understood but apparently enough did to turn Mikael’s attention back to him. The angel was in front of him again holding his neck. His already hazy vision blackened as his air was cut off again. Mikael slammed him against the wall again, something snapped in his chest and blindingly hot pain shot through him. He was airborne again and he hit the opposite wall of the room. The rushing was back in his ears and he could only see the vaguest outlines of shapes. He knew though that Mikael was advancing on him again. Feebly he dragged his broken body away from the brute, the pain in his chest sent bolts of red through the blackness beginning to cover his eyes.

A hand wrapped around his foot just as his fingers brushed his saving grace.

Brian’s POV
The angel wasn’t as big as Shadows, but he was strong enough to overwhelm the surprised human. He snarled at the angel but he was even more helpless than the little demon on the bed. The blond man gave him a surprised glance and then his glare turned lethal again when he refocused on James. He yearned for his sword, if he had it he could easily kill the angel. That though startled him, why did he want to protect the human? The only reason he was in Dimmur was because he had to kill him. The angel was simply doing his job for him. It wasn’t sitting well with him though. James seemed like a good human; he was willing to care for a wounded demon for crying out loud! Any other human would have either been dead by now or half mad.

James’ body flew to the other side of the room and cracked loudly against the wall. Another snarl ripped from Brian’s throat. He squeezed the rough stone bars of his cell until he felt his skin split open. The angel didn’t spare him another glance. He stalked toward James with a fearful intensity.

He saw the faint glow of his sword in the shadows, James’ fingers were inches from the hilt and his heart sank. The human couldn’t pick it up, he couldn’t even touch it. The sword would be no more solid than a ghost to him. He had to get the angel’s attention, somehow he had to distract him long enough for Shadows or Vengeance to return. Snarling threats in the Old Language didn’t make the angel pause at all, he knew the tiger was bound and he wasn’t afraid. He grabbed James’ ankle and pulled him toward him again.

Jimmy’s fingers wrapped around the hilt and with a grunt he swung the blade slicing open the angel’s thigh straight to the bone. The angel screamed and let go of him and stumbled away, Brian’s mouth dropped open. It wasn’t possible. Humans could not touch their blades; the only beings on any plane that could were angels…and demons.

Jimmy’s POV
God the sword was heavy, for a second he wasn’t sure if he would even be able to lift it but he muscled it up and swung blindly at where he thought the angel was. He was rewarded with a piercing shriek and his leg was dropped. He gripped the sword tightly as he could afraid of the angel killing him with it. Mikael’s curses disappeared abruptly and he finally slipped in to unconsciousness hoping he really had flickered somewhere else.

He woke up slowly, his head throbbing, his chest aching horribly, and his whole body feeling like one massive bruise. He groaned feebly and tried to find a way to breathe that didn’t make his chest scream at him.

“Jimmy?” Shadows’ husky voice was close to his ear, he groaned again in response. “Glad to see you’re still alive human.” He murmured. A gentle hand stroked his forehead and then combed lightly through his hair starting to lull him to sleep again. He struggled a moment with his battered body willing himself to stay conscious a moment longer, “Christ?” he collapsed again exhausted and spiraling into darkness.

“Safe.” Shadows whispered. The word echoed through his head and he gave in to the cloying darkness.

When he woke again his body wasn’t aching as much, but his head still felt like there was a jackhammer pounding on it. He was pressed against something warm and soft and decided a few more Z’s wasn’t going to hurt anything. He snuggled a little closer to the warmth and started to fall asleep again with a content sigh. Then his warmth moved and said something in an unfamiliar voice. His body bypassed the option of fight and went straight to flight, well, it tried to. He made it about half way up before he collapsed again whimpering in pain and fright. Now his body felt like a giant bruise again.

“Easy Jimmy, he’s not going to hurt you.” Shadows’ deep tones immediately calmed him. The dark angel wouldn’t let Mikael hurt him anymore. He relaxed again against his unfamiliar pillow and passed out again.

Shadows' POV
Christ’s faint plea for help barely registered in his mind at first, but when it did he was in his quarter’s spoiling for a fight in a heart beat. Mikael’s scent and blood were all over the place, but stronger than that was the sharp tang of human blood and the subtle smell of skin and laundry he associated with Jimmy. Said human was face down in a rapidly spreading pool of blood. Christ was sitting up on the bed but he didn’t look like he would be vertical much longer, his face was bone white and his eyes glassy. “Christ lie down, I’ll take care of him.” He said firmly. Christ nodded vaguely, “Vengeance?” his voice was little more than a strained whisper.

“I’ll get him Christ just lie down so you don’t hurt yourself.” He said gently. He turned his attention to the fading human. A jolt of shock hit him full in the face when he saw the young man gripping the Avenger’s sword. Humans couldn’t touch Avenger swords. He pushed the thought back, he could ponder Jimmy’s unique abilities later, now he needed re-stitch his skull so his brains didn’t leak all over the floor.

His injuries weren’t too plentiful but the fractured skull and the two broken ribs in his chest, dangerously close to his heart, were going to drain him dry.

“I can help.” Brian’s light tenor floated over the distance between them. Shadows turned half his attention to him while the rest of his focus began gathering all of his energy.

“I have a gift for healing.” The angel continued, despite Shadows’ glare, “It won’t drain me as much as it will you.”

“And how do you know how taxing this may be?” Shadows muttered distractedly.

“Because Fallen Ones aren’t healers. You must have been gifted too if you’ve still retained some of the ability.” He stated. Shadows’ lip lifted in a snarl, but he was right, “Why do you want to save your target?” he asked starting work on Jimmy’s skull.

“My time is up.” Brian whispered, “Now we’re both targets.”

“A failed Avenger, now I’ve certainly seen everything.” Shadows taunted.

“It’s a task I’m glad I failed at.” The angel said strongly, not the least bit perturbed by his words, “The boy doesn’t deserve to die.”

“And who made you God?” Shadows snapped. Brian didn’t take the bait, “Let me help.” He asked again. Shadows sighed after a moment and released the angel. Brian knelt next to him, completely unafraid, and began working his magic on Jimmy’s broken ribs.

This close Shadows could see the fine contours of his face; high cheek bones, a slightly tapered nose, thin lips and deep chocolate brown eyes. The man was beautiful. Just like Andreos. he thought. But no, that wasn’t true. Andreos had silver eyes and honey gold locks that curled around his cherub face. Brian was leaner, his lines not as soft, his black hair fell like a waterfall of midnight to his shoulders, slipping like silk over his skin.

Shadows shook his head slightly focusing on the work in front of him, but his eyes kept straying over to Brian’s lips as the silently formed the ancient words of healing. Were they as soft as they looked? He dumped a particularly large amount of energy into the final seal of Jimmy’s skull to distract himself. Brian gasped quietly when he felt the surge. His skin prickled when he heard the sound, how many different sounds could that soft tenor voice make? He probably didn’t even know; Avengers were prohibited from associating with anything that was even remotely sexual. Anything that could lead to sin was denounced and, depending on what they were caught doing, punishment could range from a few lashings to dismissal and disgrace.

Brian was as virgin as the day he was born. His cock twitched, it had been a long time since he’d indulged in a little lust and now he was paying for it. Maybe if he hadn’t been so parched he could control himself better.

A light sheen of sweat broke out on Brian’s forehead as his power dipped into his reserves. The fine glistening of perspiration made his face almost glow in the limited light. Shadows dragged his eyes away from him and tried to focus on Christ.
Vengeance was curled on the bed with him, his attention alternating between stroking Christ’s cheek and hair and watching the two angels; though he was much more concerned with his smaller lover. Watching the two made him ache for someone of his own to care about once again so he tried again to shift his focus. Something along the lines of finally ripping Mikael’s wings off and leaving him in Eldur.

“What happened?” he asked roughly, when did his voice become that hoarse? Brian finished his work and looked up at Shadows exhausted, “Blond angel, came up behind him and threw him against the wall. Christ threw a fireball at him but it didn’t do much. Jimmy said something to him too quiet for me to hear and it only made him angrier. That’s when he threw him against this wall,” he looked up at the stained wall and then his voice became almost awed, “he got to my sword and cut him deep in the thigh.” He looked at Shadows again, “He…he picked up my sword. Is he human?”

“He was when you tried to kill him at the Cathedral.” Shadows said. Gently he picked the sleeping human up off the floor, Vengeance disappeared with Christ to their favorite shadowy ledge leaving the bed open for the human and Shadows. Brian got to his feet and swayed a little, but like a true Avenger covered the weakness quickly and followed Shadows, “Are you going to lock me up again while you sleep?” he asked almost challengingly.

“No.” He took the angel by his forearm, his skin was like silk beneath his fingers, and pulled him over to the bed, “Sleep.” It wasn’t so much a request as a command. The angel bristled at first but after a moment sat on the bed and then got comfortable next to the heavily sleeping human.

“What are you going to do?” he murmured. His eyelids were already drooping and he cuddled the tiniest bit closer to Jimmy.

“I’m going to kill Mikael.” He said calmly. The angel raised his head in surprise and then dropped it again resigning himself to letting Shadows deal with things his own way.
He found Mikael easily enough, he was at one of the healers getting his leg patched up. He paled when Shadows materialized in front of him. The healer stopped what he was doing and stepped back from the two, menace was rolling off of Shadows in waves.

“Mikael, you’ve been a thorn in my side since I got here and now I finally have a half-assed excuse for tearing you apart and leaving you for dead in Eldur.” He drawled casually. The blond angel got to his feet leaning heavily on his uninjured leg, “Does Master know you’re keeping a snake in your room?” he hissed. Shadows smile, his fangs flashing in the warm glow of the room, “I was telling him exactly that when I found out you were once again attacking my guest and little Christ. Vengeance, is not happy.” He said the last sentence with emphasis on each word and smiled wickedly when Mikael paled even more.

Vengeance was known in both Eldur and Dimmur for his loyalty to his lover and the ferocity he used to protect Christ. He was not called Vengeance because of his boundless compassion.

“Maybe I won’t leave you in Eldur, maybe I’ll just let Vengeance have a nice little talk with you. I’m sure he would be thrilled.” He purred.

“I will deal with him, Shadows.” Lucifer said casually. Shadows glanced at him and then back at Mikael, the angel actually looked relieved which he found amusing.
“Though I think Vengeance deserves to be part of the penalty as well, little Christ has been through enough without all of this.”

Mikael paled again.

“Now, Shadows, attend to yourself, we can’t have you weak if the Avengers are going to come looking for Brian.” He waved a hand effectively dismissing the angel. He didn’t care as much as he usually did though. Mikael was going to suffer, for awhile if Vengeance was involved, and he could return to his chambers and Brian.

“I’m torn Shadows.” Vengeance whispered when he materialized in his room. He glanced at the bed making sure Jimmy and Brian were still sleeping and then turned his attention to the small demon.

“What is it love?” he purred stroking his cheek. Vengeance nuzzled his fingers, “Master has asked if I want to help punish Mikael, but…” he looked up into the darkness where Christ was sleeping, “I’m so afraid to leave him again.” He whispered. Shadows took his face in his hands gently and kissed his forehead, “I’ll not let anything harm him Vengeance. Go have your fun.” He murmured, his lips brushing his forehead.

“You swear you’ll protect him?” Vengeance’s voice was raw and Shadows folded his heavy wings around them. He’d never seen his little demon hurting so much before, though having Christ plucked from death’s clutches twice in as many days was probably playing hell with his head. Vengeance pressed close to him, holding tightly with his face buried against the side of his neck.

“Zacky, I will personally tear the wings off of anyone that even thinks of hurting him. You know that.” He held the little demon tightly glad to have someone to protect again, if only for a moment. Vengeance’s grip loosened after another moment, “Thank you Matty.” He whispered. Any other time the use of not only his Eldur name, but the annoying nickname he had been tagged with would have had him snarling at Vengeance. But he was right. Shadows wouldn’t have given a rat’s ass about either of the demons. Matt did though; sweet and loving Matt who refused to be buried with the rest of his Eldur self prevailed and gave him the compassion to love the otherwise unapproachable duo.

“Go, before he changes his mind.” He said kissing him once more on the temple before folding his wings back and letting go of the demon. Vengeance vanished in a second.
“That would have been much sweeter if you hadn’t been talking about torture.” Brian’s sleepy voice carried over to him. Shadows sauntered over to the bed, “I thought it was sweet because we were talking about torture.” He said with an underlying menace. The angel laughed, “You can drop the hard-ass routine, it’s pretty obvious to anyone around you more than ten minutes that you’re still a softy.” His eyes were closed again and his voice was distant.

“I’ll let you live solely because the power drain has you hallucinating.” Shadows muttered. And because I would love to fuck you. He scowled at the thought, he wasn’t having sex with anyone. Especially not the soft and supple angel only a few feet away from him. His dark hair was fanned out on one of the crimson pillows, a dark shadow that contrasted gloriously with his pale skin. He swallowed convulsively and then turned away. He wasn’t going to do anything to the angel, he wasn’t even vaguely attracted to him. Who the hell am I kidding? He wanted to ravage his body, taste his mouth, his skin, his sex. Give him his first orgasm and then his second, third, fourth. He shuddered and turned away from the bed feeling his sex swell between his legs. Really, how long had it been since he had even thought of sex?

Brian's POV
When Brian woke up he felt completely rested. He was a little surprised, usually it took him a few days to get back to one hundred percent but then in Eldur he was constantly being woken up for one thing or another. He relished the unbroken sleep and the slow wake up process he was unused to. James was still curled tightly against his side breathing evenly and deeply. He opened his eyes and looked around for his surprisingly homey host and went completely still when he found him.

Apparently he didn’t think anyone would be waking up any time soon, or maybe he just didn’t care. He was standing under a small stream of water coming out of the rocks completely naked. His coal black wings shimmered iridescently in the water, flicking every now and then when they became too heavy with water. He watched his hands roam over his shoulders and down his sides, across his chest and down to his stomach, down his thighs. He felt and unfamiliar tightness between his legs but was too mesmerized by Shadows’ glistening body to look for the source. He ran his fingers through his short hair stretching his body out under the quiet shower of water. He was finding it very hard to breathe and the ache between his legs was getting worse.

Shadows turned around and let the water flow down his back, Brian’s eyes followed the water down his broad shoulders and the sinuous curve of his spine down the gentle swell of his ass and his powerful thighs and calves. He shifted a little trying to soothe the throbbing between his own thighs. If anything the ache became worse with the movement. He tore his eyes away from the sight and looked down his body, everything seemed the same, but there was a lump between his legs that had never been there before. Carefully he rolled away from James onto his other side so he could investigate the area more privately. He pulled his sash up and pushed his loose Satrini, an undergarment used for protection and modesty, down.

Swollen and throbbing flesh sprang free of the Satrini. He froze again unsure of what to do. His phallus had never done anything like this before, maybe he had hurt it in the fight with Shadows yesterday and infection had settled in. It hurt enough and it was throbbing in time with his heartbeat. He reached down and grabbed it gasping quietly; it was hot, much hotter than the rest of him and hard. It felt so good though, he’d never felt anything so good before. He let go of the infected flesh and tried to find where it had been hurt. He let his healing power flow through his body, mending minor bruises and searching out the infection; only he came up empty. His body was healthy. Then why the hell was his penis swollen, hot, and hurting?

“What are you doing?” Shadows’ husky voice had him covering himself quickly even though being confined again just made it hurt more.

“N-nothing.” He stuttered. He tried to get himself under control, Shadows was still shirtless though he had covered up his bottom half with a loosely tied towel. One of his eyebrows arched, “Nothing? Why is your face so red then?” he asked. Brian shook his head, “I can handle it.” Once he figured out what was wrong that is. Shadows took a breath as if to sigh and stopped short. His eyes flicked down to the sleeping human and then back to him. His eyes darkened the tiniest amount while he looked at him, “Brian, what are you doing?” his voice was huskier and the ache that had been slowly receding came back worse than before. He winced and shifted a little, “It’s nothing.”

Shadows chuckled throatily, “Oh I think it’s something.”

Every time he spoke the ache became more persistent and much worse. He gritted his teeth, “Don’t you have somewhere to be?” he asked tightly. Shadows went around and sat at the foot of the bed still staring at him with his dark eyes.

“It’s just…it’s nothing, probably an infection.” He muttered. Shadows’ eyes widened a little and then he snorted and covered his mouth and laughed harder. Brian was a little taken aback, infections could be deadly, not something you laughed about.

“Something funny?” he snapped. Shadows dropped his hand but was still smiling widely, he had dimples, not something Brian expected. The dark angel reached out to him, “Come with me little angel, I need to explain some things to you.” There was still laughter in his voice, but the tone was so gentle with a hint of hoarseness his anger faded and he took his hand.

They materialized somewhere dark and private. Shadows pressed him against a wall and nuzzled his neck. He was again caught off guard and let the angel brush his lips over his pulse point and down his jaw line before he pulled back. The pain was worse, he could almost swear he heard the throbbing in his head.

“What’s wrong with me?” he whispered, no matter how he moved he couldn’t get relief. Shadows chuckled huskily in his ear, “I’ll make you feel better angel.”

He hissed when warm fingers wrapped around his infected phallus and gently squeezed. Stars exploded in his eyes, the pleasure from before was nothing compared to this. A thin moan came out of him, he pressed his hips forward into Shadows hoping for more pleasure.

“There’s nothing wrong with you Brian.” He murmured, that voice, he shivered and the throbbing became a pounding. He squeezed again and he gasped, his world spinning in three different directions.

“You’re not infected, not at all. You’re aroused. Tell me, why. Why are you so hard?” his breathy whisper in his ear made him lose a little touch with reality. His fingers stroked his flesh sending the most beautiful waves of pleasure through him.

“Started hurting…” he gasped throwing his arms around the larger angel’s shoulders to keep himself upright, “saw you bathing and it—ah, uh!” he thrust into his hand panting erratically trying to make more of the pleasure come.

“You saw me bathing and it turned you on?” Shadows’ whisper was right in his ear, low and coarse. There was a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach growing stronger every time Shadows’ fingers slid across his skin. He moaned again and pressed harder against Shadows trying to increase the pleasure. Shadows’ lips pressed against his neck followed by a warm tongue and sharp teeth. The small shock of pain made his stomach clench in the most amazing way; every muscle in his body tightened, his ears started to ring, and his vision blackened. He cried out hoarsely and sagged against the larger angel panting raggedly.

“Feel better?” Shadows asked after a moment, he sounded out of breath too. Brian sighed and rested his head on his shoulder, his penis no longer hurt and he was feeling sleepy yet intensely satisfied. Shadows chuckled dematerializing with him and reappeared back in his chambers. Nothing had changed. James was still sleeping and he assumed Vengeance and Christ were still somewhere in the room.

“What was that?” he murmured sleepily. Shadows’ arms tightened around him and his wings fell forward shuttering them from the light of the room.

“You just had your first orgasm angel.” He chuckled quietly, “Welcome to the wonderful world of Sin.” Then he kissed his forehead and gently pushed him back onto the bed. Any other time Brian would have denied everything and pulled a sword on the fallen angel, he was an Avenger, the purest of all the angels. But, he was tired and he wasn’t as certain as he used to be about the evils of sin.

A/N: See, when I update after a long absence, I like to update. None of this five page stuff, uh-uh, nope. I got for the fourteen page update, lol :)
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