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I'm gonna punch you until I'm hard okay go

Something had to distract him. Thoughts of home, how much time he had left, how much damage had been done, what he had done- Gabriel was no coward, but this was all too much for him to bear. He didn't want to, surely he could put it aside for now, just for a little while. The fact that he could even come to that decision on his own prompted a bit of a thrill, he couldn't deny...

Was it cheating to join the wrestling match, being as he was? Well he certainly didn't think so. Someone here had to be good enough to make him struggle, right? ... Well, probably not, as far as he was concerned, but the effort would be commendable at least. And he's a terribly sore winner too, as multiple opponents would soon find. The angel certainly seemed proud of himself, over proud really, rolling his shoulders before hefting the mallet he'd been offered up again, wings and halo blazing as the next opponent would be shot a smug smile.

"Come. I'll be happy to put you in your place." In stark contrast to the wild look in the angel's eyes, that voice was alarmingly soothing.

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Exactly, no one had told them they were going too far. Everyone seemed incredibly invested actually, judging by the sound of the crowd this was objectively the correct thing to be doing at the moment. Cassiel wasn't telling him to stop, the crowd wasn't telling him to stop and even moreso, Gabriel wasn't telling Gabriel to stop. This just felt right and who was he to question that?

He'd expected submission, of course. Regardless of what Cassiel's station had been prior to their fight, the fact of the matter was that this was of no importance here. And Gabriel had been fairly comfortable in his inevitable victory. So comfortable that he'd not actually even bothered to pin the other angel. He won, he was on top now, he didn't have to pin him.

He did, actually. There was a brief moment where he regretted tossing the mallet, it would have been useful in keeping his ass off the ground. As it was, with a yelp of surprise he tumbled off to the side, scrabbling for Cassiel as he went in an effort to try and catch up their hands.

"Hey!" NOT FAIR. Not that he sounded particularly angry, the exclamation was marked by a startled laugh even as he went over.

At the very least, his ever-present fear of punishment had not instilled in him any shame about this kind of fervent longing and desire. It would be a lie to say he'd ever really thought about it before (perhaps it would have made the long years more entertaining), but it would be a lie, too, to say that he doesn't want it now. All he's concerned with is whether Gabriel wants it too, and if his responses are anything to go by, he certainly does.

They take advantage of the opening they've made, not staying far from Gabriel for long. They tangle their legs with his, rolling on top of him as they try to pin his wrists. They, too, are laughing.

They want, they want...they don't know what they want, exactly, sexual desire is nothing they've ever indulged in before. But they do know that it feels good. They do know they want to make Gabriel feel good. They want that so badly that it almost hurts.

"I told you I'd make you work for it."

The feeling was similar to something he'd experienced before, that much he could say. Though while his battle with V1 had been charged, to say the least, it still had not quite reached this level of... Well, he couldn't quite put a name to it. Arousal? Arousal would work. Ramped up to eleven, turning his thought processes into a hazy cloud of want, though no longer fed by the desire for destruction and violence, oh no.

Wrists pinned, legs tangled, he felt his face grow hot at both the feeling of the other angel atop him and the sound of their laughter. Bright and warm and welcoming, a sound Gabriel never knew he ever needed to hear so badly.

The urge to throw the other off was little more than an afterthought, though he still went to buck up against them, a parody of any actual attempt to remove them. No, more of a desire to feel them move against him, press as close as he could to the body above him and lose himself in that intoxicating feeling.

"Looks like I underestimated you." The words came hot, hotter than he'd expected, and he swallowed as if surprised by the sound of his own voice. "You have me now, don't you?" Could he throw him off? ... Did he want to, was the better question perhaps.

Cassiel's breath hitches as they feel Gabriel move under them, another bright shock of pleasure crawling up their spine. They're learning so many new things about themselves today, it seems.

They press their forehead to Gabriel's, their face just as flushed, just as hot, for a brief moment. (They think about kissing him and wonder at the thought, but they don't act on it yet.)

"I never thought I'd hear that from you." Their voice is affectionate, sweet even, that usual temperate distance long flown.

It's likely the strangeness in the air that leads to such informality, but they chase that closeness anyway, fleeting though it might be. It's hard to remain so open, so raw, the sunlight too bright for the wreck of them to bear for long, but at least this makes things simpler. It's something to be thankful for.

"I do have you, it seems. What should I do with that?" They keep him firmly pinned down, solidifying their hold. If that happens to mean they rock their hips against him in return, rubbing up against him for pleasant friction....

Well, that's just how it's working out right now.

Gabriel heard that catch in their breath, immediately responding by rolling his hips upwards against them once more. He had to hear that again, he needed to. If their laughter had been like a warm light, that sound was akin to a raging inferno. Gabriel found himself entranced by it, desperate to see how much more he could get from Cassiel.

Not once had he ever been so close to someone before, and that desire to press a kiss to the other angel's lips surged to the forefront of his mind. Gabriel could feel their breath across his face, almost taste them he was sure, if he tried. How strange, how beautiful, to experience that new note to their normally cool tone. Perhaps it was just his own ever present pride, but Gabriel imagined he might be the very first to be treated to that side of them. He'd like to, anyway...

"I would never withhold praise where it's due." The confidence was still there of course, though it certainly clashed with the stuttering, surprised moan that slipped free of him as Cassiel rocked against him. The archangel squirmed beneath them, trying to pull his legs free, not to kick the other away but to wrap them about the other. He needed it. He needed it!

"Th-that! That that- Do that." Very eloquent, but if Cassiel had been hoping to make Gabriel happy, it seemed they'd found precisely how to do so.

Gabriel's efforts are near-instantly rewarded by another stutter of breath, a heated gasp. Everything is almost too much, the way arousal pulls their mind fully into their body, makes them feel too aware of everything and especially of Gabriel - but the sword-edge they balance on, that bright slice of pleasure and the threat of prickling overstimulation...it's so deeply, intoxicatingly pleasant that they can't, wouldn't, give it up.

If it's a sin to feel this happy, then they'll gladly be a sinner, is their hazy thought, quickly hidden away. They'll think about it later. Later. There's more important things to do right now.

It's right, in some terrible way, that Gabriel is the one to break them open like this, an echo of their last meeting. As he did before, he does so again, and they show him facets of themselves they've never shown to anyone else.

"That command, I'll gladly follow," Cassiel murmurs breathlessly, staying still so Gabriel has an easier time repositioning himself. Daringly, one hand lifts from pinning Gabriel's wrist to run their fingers through his hair, their fingers skating against his bare cheek. They move their hips again - faster? They should do it faster, closer - and again against him. The noises that friction is beginning to work out of their throat, those breathless hitches and little moans, are something they're barely aware of.

It's warm, it's hot, tremendously so. They're burning again, in the most pleasant way - and isn't that right? Gabriel, for all that's happened, is still the sun.

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Gabriel chased that feeling the second he could comprehend it, hungry for more without even bothering to question why. It felt good, it felt new, he felt alive, what better reason could he possibly want? Cassiel's body pressed against his, their breath on his skin, their hands on his face and in his hair, that's what he wanted.

And he would have it. Allowed the freedom to do so, he would wrap his legs around the other angel, and as Cassiel released one hand to trail their fingers through his hair, he'd lift it to grasp at the back of their head. As they ground their hips against his, Gabriel would yank them downwards, demanding, needy, seeking to catch their lips in a searing, starving kiss. Just as in battle, he threw himself in without hesitation or care, submitting wholly to the overwhelming sensation of it all.

"Please..." He mumbled against their lips, breathy, wanton. "Please, please, please..." What he was begging for, he couldn't quite think of. More? Faster? Harder? It was so much, almost too much, every sensation new and exhilarating. It was impossible to focus on just one, or which he wanted more of. All of it, preferably.

He keeps moving against Gabriel, shifting his position, trying to figure out what suits their mutual desires best, chasing further pleasure - something sharper, something more. (He has some idea, but it's hard to carry out those ideas when his hands are thoroughly occupied.)

It's good, it's good, so much better than good. It feels exhilarating to be carried away, to be able to have something that can carry him away. He doesn't have to think, for once, he only has to feel, as overwhelming and terrifying as that is.

That doesn't stop them from thinking anyway, though. It feels like their heart is squeezing painfully in their chest at Gabriel's neediness, that begging; it's not something they would have ever expected of him. But perhaps that, too, is their own fault; it's not as if they know Gabriel well.

Perhaps they can correct that now.

Their breath catches in their throat at the rough kiss, and they gladly submit to Gabriel's command this time. Their kiss is clumsy but unmistakably passionate, a newfound desire but no less welcome for it. Their fingers tighten in his hair as they press into the kiss like there's nothing else that could possibly be more important, the other angel made the full focus of their attentions and affections.

Each movement elicited soft noises of pleasure and approval between the kisses, mumbled words of gentle praise and encouragement slipped in clumsily, but with pure earnestness. Did he have any idea what he was doing? Fuck no! But that wasn't going to stop him from going with whatever felt right.

It was of the utmost importance that Cassiel knew what they were doing right, that they were doing right, and he pulled his hand free from the pin with what was perhaps at this point not-so-surprising ease. With Cassiel's hands in his hair he took the liberty of exploring the other angel's body, gripping them, holding them, tracing over the lines of muscle and sinew with motions that bordered on reverence. "Good... so good, you're so good..." Gabriel couldn't be eloquent right now, not with the jumble of feelings and sensations piling up between his ears. But he couldn't tolerate the idea of not saying anything. They had to know.

His hands slipped to their waist, pulling them in tightly as he ground upwards against them with a fervent, demanding air. In this he found something that shot through his spine like a bolt of lightning, and he broke the kiss to gasp into Cassiel's ear. "Fuck-"

That had been perfect, he wanted more of that.

Neither of them really have much idea of what they're doing, it seems, but Cassiel is more retiring and thus goes along with Gabriel's ideas in the end. As long as they're both feeling good, that's what truly matters.

They shiver at the way Gabriel's hands run over their body, their breathing ragged, a whine escaping their throat at the other angel's words. They're doing well, they're doing well, it's fine, it's good...

"Good," they manage to gasp. "That's what...that's what I want."

Being touched is a strange feeling after so long being numb to their own body. It's overwhelming, but they don't want it to stop - they'd swallow their discomfort if needed. It feels good to be touched. It feels good to be looked at, to be seen, as if what they wanted was important for anything. They could drown in it.

Still, Gabriel's demanding, pointed movements get a fond little laugh from him; he's more than happy to oblige, to move as he's commanded to. It doesn't take him quite as hard, but he feels Gabriel jolt underneath him, feels the sharp spark of answering pleasure and knows he should definitely do that again.

He frees one hand from Gabriel's hair, drawing it down his body, grasping at his hip in turn. Adjusts himself to see if he can recapture that position, something just right, and grinds against the other angel in such a way that those sharp, bright spikes of pleasure are far more consistent for both of them. It's almost too much - he'll fall off the edge, lose his balance, soon enough - but the sheer intensity of the sensation is enough to make it worth it.

Then you're doing it perfectly. It was what he would have said, if he'd half the brain enough to do it. As it stood presently though, Cassiel's reassurance came in the form of shaking, heated breaths and increasingly noisy sounds of pleasure. As always, as ever, Gabriel wasn't the kind of person to hold anything back. Why would this be any different?

As if he were trying to make up for so much lost time, Gabriel couldn't get enough of Cassiel. Indeed, he seemed intent on instilling the notion that the other was wanted, was important, because why wouldn't they be? He didn't need a better reason than that, as far as he was concerned. He buried his head in the crook of their neck for a moment as if hungry for them, breathing deep of their scent, savoring the feeling of soft skin against him. This kind of intimacy was beyond that which he'd ever experienced, and now that he got to, he couldn't keep himself from indulging to it's fullest extent. As if he might never feel it ever again. Perhaps he wouldn't, how was he to know?

Their laughter, the sound of their voice, the feeling of them against him, their hands on his body, all intoxicating, addictive. Was this why mortals sinned so? If he'd the mind for it he'd have thought regrettably of Minos once more. How could this be a sin?

"Y-yes ther-there there-" He would adjust in turn, needing to show Cassiel the same grace that they'd shown him. There, like that, and Gabriel with no intention of even attempting to drag this out. If Cassiel stood upon the edge of a cliff then Gabriel was rushing to knock them both off the side into the crashing ocean beneath. He needed this, he wanted this, and he had to make sure he took Cassiel along with him.

Cassiel does not believe in anything, not fate, not the idea that certain people were made for one another - the Father did not carve them for such fickle and frail bonds. Angels were made to serve. It makes the way they move against Gabriel even sweeter, in a strange way; they know it's their choice to do this, to serve another angel the way they should have shown devotion to their duty.

If this is a sin, it's one I chose for myself. It feels so good that maybe they are doing something wrong, but they're past caring. Heaven doesn't have to look.

Gabriel presses his face against their neck and elicits a low, soft moan from them; it's overstimulating, near-unbearable, wonderful to be laid bare this way, to be wanted so clearly. It's terrible in its simplicity. Their hand tightens in his hair, tugging sharply before they remember themselves and loosen their fingers.

The other angel is overwhelming as always. It's something that engenders a deep affection in him, made even more pronounced by how closely they're tangled up in one another; that outpouring of strong emotion and strong sensation is almost effortless, something that yet again the other angel pulls out of him as if there was no weight to it at all.

Crossing that breaking point, where pleasure and passion ignite into white-hot brilliance, is ultimately easy for all the work it took to get this far. Gabriel drags him off that precipice with his usual suddenness, his desperate movement, and then they're falling, crashing, together.

The metaphor thoroughly breaks down at this point, as does Cassiel's ability to describe even to himself the kind of pleasure he's feeling, but given the kind of loud noises he's making he's enjoying himself very much in climax while it lasts. At some point he does kiss Gabriel quite thoroughly, he remembers that much. It's...very nice.

Fingers in his hair, pulling, tugging, the sudden sharp burn only serving to add a delicious edge to this soft cloud Gabriel found himself in. It elevated the pleasure in a way that seemed so contrary, and though they loosened their grip soon after he still gasped to feel it, jerking his hips upwards into the hot body atop him. It had no right to feel so good! He stopped just short of digging his nails into Cassiel's body, though the blunted tips of them still dragged upwards along them, from the base of their spine right to the nape of their neck.

"Please...!" He was so close! With shaking hands he clutched Cassiel to him, his embrace powerful and needy, slurring praise and pleas alike into their ear as the pressure and pace built higher and higher.

The sudden release was nothing short of bliss, pure and boundless catharsis. Clinging to Cassiel, his hips worked heedless of his own command, riding that peak all the way down with their name on his lips like a prayer. He'd barely realize how his eyes stung, tears gathering in them, dampening white and gold feathers and running down his face in such intense, overwhelming relief.

Cassiel gasps at Gabriel's nails on their spine, burying their face in the other angel's neck as they hold onto him. They let themselves sink into those sensations, the way both their bodies meet and the way it feels, the way Gabriel clutches onto them.

It's intoxicating, really, to see Gabriel like this, a facet he's never seen before. It's something fascinating, something new, something brilliant and beautiful. He'll savor it while it lasts.

The crying, too, is new, though it isn't as pleasurable. They're not sure if it's release or upset or something else; it's not something they can quite understand the impulse to do. Gabriel is passionate, and they are not. While that distance isn't as insurmountable as they once believed it was (and how easy it is, for that perception to change so quickly), they're certainly not the same.

Unsure of what else to do, they simply run their fingers through his hair again, somewhat dazed from their experience. Their breathing is ragged as they fight to catch their breath, still recovering from that blazing, blissful height.

It was an embrace that was as hungry for them as it was protective. An apology, a promise, a plea all in one. For one glorious moment nothing mattered, they were simply one, and he felt so whole. Bathed in such intense love that he'd never once even come close to, not even the affection of The Father could compare to it.

Gabriel fought to catch his breath for a moment, forcing himself to breathe slowly inwards and out once more as he cradled Cassiel to him. Their touch was soothing, and though the tears he shed were far from misery, he still sought their hand out all the same, leaning his head into their hand as he calmed himself.

It was tragic, how as the glow faded, and his senses returned to him, that he remembered things. Like where they were, for instance, tangled post coitus in the middle of a wrestling ring with an audience. Among so, so many other things, all suddenly starting to fire off in his head at the same time. What had happened. What had he done? It wasn't as if he didn't remember, he knew, he made a choice-

"O-oh..." Oh he didn't want to pull away, but the feeling of Cassiel against him, the bliss he'd felt- Had he dragged them with him? Oh- He shifted, regretting. Regretting pulling them into this, regretting pushing them away. Having not refused, having asked this of them, having made demands that-

"I... I'm sorry I need- I need some time to think." About what, well... He wasn't sure yet. There was a lot. This had been a lot. The telltale glow of an oncoming teleportation was already gathering around him, unable to even bring himself to meet their gaze. What did he do to them?

And just like that, he was gone. Nothing but motes of light where the archangel had once been.

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It's peaceful, for at least a moment. They hold onto that, even as Gabriel shakes himself into awareness, into...

They simply let out a breath they weren't quite aware they were holding when he moves, dropping their hand to make it easier for him. As for themselves, as the glow fades they realize how much effort they'd put into all of this, and that pleasant feeling betrays a deep exhaustion as it fades.

They blink erratically as they get up, picking up discarded clothes (they do have to stifle an exhausted laugh at the fact Gabriel didn't even take his clothes with him; they'll have to return them later). Unlike Gabriel, they're not so concerned for themselves, but they are very much concerned with his feelings....they're too tired to follow up on it now, however.

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