Astan needed quite a while today to arrive at the corporation, with a quite absent-minded and limping Eskan following him. From the aurae in the building, he could tell his subordinates were eager to obey the order. No wonder, this had never happened before. Though... one special aura stood out completely. It was drenched in sadness and pain. Who could that be?
"Good morning, Mister Mendo." Sosti shyly mumbled as the demon stepped into Zeyr's office. The angel secretary didn't realise Astan's presence right away, and even as he did, he moved only slowly. As if he was in unbearable physical pain. "I would like to have a talk with Mister Lenga, if that is possible." The demon had understood what was going on. If he hadn't, he would have been blind and deaf.
Without further words, Astan stepped into Gabrielis's office, closing the door quite loudly and making the angel flinch. "Zeyr, I told you to gi- Oh. It's you." The angel seemed to be surprised the demon had come to his office, and was even more shocked as Astan suddenly grabbed him by his tie, bringing him close in a quite painful way. Anger wasn't a word to describe the gleaming in Astan's eyes any longer...
"I thought of you as a reasonable man, Gabrielis. But if you are behaving worse than a demon, then the world must have gone crazy! What in Hell made you do something this downright despicable?!" Astan had kept his voice down; it was an enraged hissing and not more. Still, yelling wouldn't have been as horribly uncomfortable as this aggressive, intimidating hissing.
The angel managed to regain his wits, pointlessly struggling against the grip on his tie. "What are you talking about, Astan?" he managed to whisper, surprised how flawless the demon could look even when being this angry. "You know damn well what I am talking about. You fool of an ignorant angel... do you even have a clue what you have done to Zeyr with that, huh?!"
Felix grimaced, making a complaining sound as his shoulder blade began hurting like mad. "Is something the matter...?" Leor asked, concern in his voice. "The mark. It's burning like Hell. I guess Astan is close to exploding from anger." the human dryly replied, nuzzling his face against Leor's chest and letting himself being pitied and purred at.
"He must be damn angry, if you feel it." the silver-haired male remarked with an arched eyebrow. Felix nodded, resting his chin against Leor's chest. "Let's say, this is the sort of angry you find in 'ready to kill the retarded idiot having made him angry'. So... yeah, it's pretty serious. And it will get damn ugly for whoever provoked his rage."
The demon whistled lowly, scratching Felix's neck lightly as he gave the human a long look. "You want to go to the company today? I really don't have the energy for that... Besides, you should still feel a little sore. The next time, remember me to use some lube." Felix snickered, nudging the demon back into the pillows as Leor wanted to get up. "Two times yes, my dear. You roughed me up, and I will remember you... If I feel like it, that is."
Laughing, the two males kissed and purred for a while, enjoying each other's presence just as much as they enjoyed teasing each other a little some now and then. "You could use some more spanking, cheeky kitten." Felix growled, licking along Leor's neck. "You got to get this kitten here pinned first, otherwise you won't be able to spank my ass."
Feeling a little awkward about it, Eskan had taken over the task of comforting Zeyr, while the little white-haired angel hurried down to the kitchens to prepare something to eat for the only slowly recovering angel secretary. Then again, they knew each other for quite some time already, so Eskan dared to claim it was quite alright. Maybe still awkward, but nothing to be ashamed about.
"He has rejected you?!" Eskan stared in disbelief as Zeyr had blurted out the reason why he was so devastated. "That doesn't sound like him at all... Odd." The demon nuzzled Zeyr a little, even craddling the still sobbing angel. "I could try to tell you everything's fine, but that would be a lie not even a demon would ever speak out loud. I have my limits... And this is one of them."
A bit surprisingly, Zeyr now lifted his face. It was all swollen from crying so much, and only after having used up a whole pack of tissue paper, the angel had settled down enough to sit back in his chair again. He looked beaten; as if someone had fetched a bat and smashed Zeyr's life to pieces. With an idle, angry hiss, the demon remarked for himself Gabrielis pretty much had done that. How could an angel, of all, be so perfectly merciless?
Being quite clingy now, Zeyr had hugged the demon close, and despite his usual attitude towards such awkward hugs, Eskan let the angel have his way. In fact, Zeyr remembered him of a child in desperate need of its favourite teddy bear. "No worries, Zeyr. I won't go away." Eskan just had wanted to say something like that, to be sure Zeyr wouldn't start to cry because of this, too. And in such a state, the angel secretary most likely would have.
It was impossible to focus on anything. Both nephilims were sitting around, bored and without any clue what they should do now. After a while, Ravain had pulled Nesay on his lap, just to have something to occupie his hands with. "Why did we even come here?" Nesay muttered, yawning and grimacing at the heavy feeling pulling on him. "Don't ask me. I haven't got any clue myself."
Nesay nuzzled his face against Ravain's chest, sighing in frustration. "I just don't know. Why we even came here, against any better knowledge. Sure, it's good to know we have been given a chance, and that they didn't throw us out because of something small... But I still don't see the point. We are nephilims, for Hell's sake, made for actions, not words."
Ravain nodded slowly, but then shrugged his shoulders. "Anyways, we never have had anything to do with all of that business. Which makes me wonder why we should even stay here." Nesay gave the other nephilim a long look. "Maybe because Felix helped us?" At that, Ravain grimaced. "Don't remember me of that, please. It's just embarassing."
The red-head had to agree fully with Ravain on that. A human and helping a nephilim? There was no bigger humiliation for the nephilims than that. Sure, he preferred staying alive over dying, but if he had the choice again, then he may even consider death as the better solution. His pride wouldn't have survived another human helping him.
Gabrielis slumped back on the chair as soon as Astan let go of him. "That's none of your business, Astan." the angel remarked, anger as well as fear wavering in his voice. The demon's aura was almost enough to torture his mind, as the intense rage radiating with it was almost massive enough to cause serious damage. And if the demon lost his temper now...
The angel flinched quite some as Astan slammed his hands down on the desk. "You damn idiot! Love and expressing love isn't a freaking sin, so wake up from your ever-innocent and chaste daydream!" Now, Astan had yelled, and Gabrielis almost would have wished the demon had hissed again instead. "Now man up and apologise, or I swear I will break your goddamn neck!"
There was no use arguing against it. Astan was even more furious as at the time he had been told he would have to cooperate with Gabrielis. And that surely meant something. Shuddering a little, the angel got up, almost feeling the demon's glare piercing his back. No way to evade this. Otherwise, Astan would make his threat reality. There was no doubt it would stay an empty one.
Zeyr as well as Eskan seemed to be pretty surprised to see Astan with such a furious expression, while Gabrielis's still quite scared one was absolutely no surprise. "Zeyr...? I think I have to tell you something." Eskan retreated a little and joined Astan as the demon seemed to be ready to make his words become reality. Not that he was surprised about the intimidating effect his superior had on others... but the reason was indeed confusing him.
Snickering, Leor teased Felix with soft tickles, making the human squirm and rather involuntarily show everything of his delicious body. "Hmm... such a delicious piece of hotness... I think I'll have to take a long, cold shower if I ever want to recover." The human pouted a little, mewing with the soft, teasing strokes. "Hey... we did it five or six times, if not more often. I'll need time to recover."
The demon sighed, nuzzling his nose into Felix's chest a little. "Fine. I'll let you rest, my poor kitty cat." The raven-head rolled his eyes at the other male's chuckling. "Oh, you're such a silly..." Murring lowly, Felix let Leor express his apology in soft licks and kisses - even though his skin still was quite sensitive. The aftermath of their almost excessive night was bothering him a little...
"Hey... you want to really risk a whole day in bed with me?" Leor teased the mewing human, provoking a soft chuckling. "I'm not risking anything, my dear demon. It's you who should be really careful... because this kitten here can make you melt from just a little purring..." The silver-haired male chuckled, nuzzling back into the pillows as the human crawled closer again. "But I like it, my dear."