Mania

[Seragil]

He kept his left hand behind Ben's head, his fingers gliding through the strands of his short blond hair with every movement of his head, stroking and caressing his scalp, offering support and easing the strain on Ben’s neck as needed, while he slid his cock down that hungry and devouring throat of his. Saraekiel carefully worked his way in, out and in again, the muffled sounds coming from Ben only spurring him on. He loved that Ben could swallow all of him and was eager do so over and over again, his grip on his hip and his grunts indicating the pace and force of his thrusting and the limits of his comfort levels. In this position Saraekiel could have been as rough as he pleased, taken his pleasure as he wished, but that wasn’t his kink nor his way. He wanted to pleasure Ben and to please him, not break, injure or scare him. He had said “Feed me your cock” and so he did. He pushed Ben to the limits of what he could take, at times tantalizingly pushing his pleasure threshold to the very breaking point only to withdraw, giving him time to recover, to catch his nonexistent breath awhile before carefully easing himself down his throat once more.

He couldn’t get enough of him, of the feel of him. From the moment he turned his head on the steps of Penbrooke and caught those mercurial ice blue eyes looking at him, he had felt drawn and attracted to (the then) unknown vampire. Even now as his engorged cock slid down Ben’s throat, he was aware of the rest of him stretched out before him, like an offering on an altar, and he yearned for him, all of him. He needed to touch him, to feel him, his fingers slid down and over his chest, rubbing and playing with his nipple, caressing and at times clasping at his flesh as his body was wracked with pleasure from the sensation of Ben using his mouth and throat to suck him dry. What he really wanted though was Ben’s tantalizing but just out of reach cock and to work him as Ben was working himself, till they both exploded together.

He could feel himself building with each thrust into, and suck of Ben, he was getting close, so very close his breath hissed out of him with each quickening drawn out moan of pleasure. “Close, so close.” He gasped as he drew his cock almost all the way out, his hardened flesh glistening and thoroughly slicked with Ben’s saliva, the sensation of his lips and tongue further working the tip of him driving him even closer to the edge of orgasm

Unable to take much more he completely withdrew his trembling, throbbing and aching tool, the tip shimmering with strands of pre cum, his eyes fluttering as he wrestled to get himself under control before he spurted his seed all over Ben’s face.

“Fuck.” He groaned with a shudder as he opened his eyes and looked down at Ben, his fingers tenderly stroking his face as he smiled playfully down at him. “You could tempt the Lords of Heaven to fall from grace Ben Samson, if only they new the pleasure you could bring with your mouth.”

 He then bent over and kissed Ben, upside down as he was, his long hair falling disheveled around them, his lips feverish and full of need as he sipped and licked the taste of himself out of Bens mouth.

“I want us to spill down each other’s throats.” He said in way of explanation for stopping as he pulled his mouth away and looked into Ben’s eyes again.

He smiled wickedly, then without waiting for a reply he clambered alongside Ben, stretching himself out on the edge of the desk, and took Ben's beckoning phallus into his mouth. He was softer then before, a lot softer but Saraekiel started to work him amongst moans of pleasure as Ben once again took his cock and wrapped it within that silky constricting throat of his. He swallowing Ben whole, sucking and rolling him in his mouth, his tongue pushing and sliding beneath his foreskin, teasing and rubbing the sensitive head and ridges with furtive flicks and broad licks until he was rock hard and throbbing once more and then buried to the hilt.

[Trillian]

The desk was uncomfortable but with Saraekiel's urging, Ben shifted so that they lay along it and use their mouths on one another. He realised, once he was in control of how much of the dark angel he could take into him, that he'd been somewhat tense while offering himself up in such a way. His chest throbbed a dull pain where Saraekiel's lips had pressed earlier and before taking him into his mouth, Ben glanced down and saw the mark there - like a burn. It wasn't healing quickly either, much to his concern. Once he was engulfed and faced with the dark angel's body before him, an eager tongue working him back to full hardness (which didn't take long at all, Ben had been floating the brink for a while and giving head turned him on enough that his erection didn't fully disappear), he lost his train of thought again, forgetting about the burn and focussing on the pleasure instead.

Ben took a brief break from Saraekiel's engorged cock to slicken his fingers and reach around, sliding them along the crease of the dark angel's ass before working his fingers in, finding the heat of his hole. He toyed around the entry, aware of how it broke Saraekiel's focus while giving his own blow, and Ben chuckled breathily before sliding his mouth all the way down whilst pushing a finger in. Just one, just for that feeling of a connection, finishing Saraekiel like a circuit, hotwiring his body in an attempt to make him spill first. He pushed in enough to find the familiar spot that enhanced sex to the max and he rubbed at it in time with his sucking motion until Saraekiel cried out and spurted streams into his mouth and throat - so much that Ben struggled to deal with it, spilling a little out of the sides, dripping along his cheek and down his chin. After pulling out that win he stopped holding back and gushed into Saraekiel's mouth next. His balls had felt ridiculously hard and tight, and it felt like his dick had actually lengthened before it shot out sweet release.

He didn't need to breathe but he sucked in air if only to cry out some positive affirmations and to mention a god he didn't believe in a number of times before he went slack on the desk, flopping onto his back. He probably shouldn't have rolled onto his back because the desk wasn't all that wide and before he knew it, he was sliding off the edge and hurtling the short distance to the floor. He reached out to catch himself before he landed but basically ended up on the carpet on his side, cheated out of his post-orgasmic glow.

Oh fucking hell, such a smooth guy you are, Ben

[Seragil]

His disheveled hair had flopped over his face when he climbed onto the desk, obscuring his sight and so he didn’t see the blistering welt his kiss had left on Ben’s chest as he lay down beside him than once it was flicked out of the way all his eyes saw was Ben’s glorious lower half laying right there before him.

However, he had been too eager, too much of a hurry to get to his goal to position himself right, and now his wing was pinned beneath him. It was like getting your hair caught beneath you once it was a certain length but worse, a thousand times worse because the wing pulled almost painfully at his back muscles every time he tried to move and shift, and adding insult to injury the feathers themselves were sensitive and protested most eloquently about being squished between his body and the hard unyielding, uncomfortable surface beneath them.

Yet all that discomfort was quickly forgotten when Ben slid his fingers between his cheeks, his questing fingers drawing a soft gasp of anticipation as they tickled and stroked his hole. He shifted his weight (ignoring the discomfort the movement caused) and his legs slightly so as to offer better access for those sneaky fingers and flicked his tongue against the glands of Ben’s slicked and slippery throbbing member in encouragement as he began working it with his hand with sure and steady strokes

When Ben slid his finger inside of him. He gasped from the initial shock, the feeling of being penetrated causing him to writhe slightly as a shudder of pleasure ran down his spine, his stomach and anus clenching in response, his muscling constricting around that pleasurable invading digit.

He gasped and groaned again, his word guttural and incomprehensible as Ben tickled his prostate, his whole body felt like a live-wire his body drowning in sensory overload as Ben played him like a maestro, his finger and mouth in perfect tandem. It was like hitting a switch, all pleasure was instantly intensified, and all sensations turned into pleasurable ones. He ground himself into his wings and stretched his back muscles, the pain heightening his pleasure sensors to bursting as Ben wrapped his mouth around him again.

He tried giving as much as he was getting, using all he had to try and bring Ben at the same time, but he had been distracted by Ben’s ass play just enough to allow him to step back from that edge slightly and now he was behind the eight ball, and Ben was working him so well, too well, and he had been close, so very close already when he had clambered onto the desk. He couldn’t hold out any longer, his eyes fluttered as he moaned and groaned around Ben's cock, his body tensing and jerking as he spurted his hot seed into that talented and gorgeous vampire’s mouth.

He returned his attention back to Ben with a vengeance, working him till his cock was a throbbing vibrating mess of pure need. His lips were wrapped tightly around the base of him when he exploded down his throat, he swallowed, his throat constricting and squeezing Ben even tighter as he thrashed and called out beside him, once he had stilled a little he slowly drew his mouth off of him, keeping up the tight suction, draining and milking him of every last drop of his seed, his cock escaping him with a wet, loud pop amidst ribbons of glistening cum and saliva.

Saraekiel rolled onto his back, a soft chuckle of satisfaction rumbling through his chest as he wiped at his mouth and chin with his fingers before Ben’s tumble from the desk had him sitting up in startlement.

“Are you alright?” He asked with concern and amusement as he shifted his body so as to peer over the edge of the desk and down at Ben. His lips were curling up as he scanned the groaning Ben who had his arm thrown across his eyes in embarrassment.

“Well, at least the floor looks more comfortable then this…desk.” His tone had started out amused but had become concerned, his words petering off as his eyes and brows narrowed in confused shock as they landed on the painful looking crimson burn on Ben’s chest.

He was off the desk in an instant and crouched down beside the prone Ben, his fingers hovering hesitantly on Ben’s chest but away from the burn. “What the…” he exclaimed in barely controlled whisper, his voice filled with shock as he gently pushed Ben’s arm aside and looked at him, his own grey eyes filled with consternation and guilt.

“Ben….I…”

He looked down at the burn, at his fingers laying lightly on the cool skin of Ben's chest just beneath the ugly mark.

He hadn’t meant for this, for his power to do this. It was meant to have been a small thing, a light mark of his lips in the shape of a kiss, a quirky hickey given with the barest zing of his power, not this crimson welt.

[Trillian]

Ben chuckled through his humiliation because of the question posed to him. Yes, he was alright. The sixty nine had been more satisfying than he'd expected, even though he'd ended up on the floor. His smile disappeared and his arm lifted slightly off his eyes when Saraekiel was near him, his body pushing the rolling chair out of the way as he crouched and touched Ben's chest near where it still throbbed dully.

After his arm was moved away, he saw the apology in Saraekiel's eyes as he started with Ben's name. Ben shook his head, wanting to silence those words before they came out. If the dark angel said sorry, they would have to address the mark and what it might mean for Ben later. He didn't want to think about later. There would be pain and hurt and sorrow and guilt later. He just wanted to lose himself in the now. To make it worth it.

"Your wings are fucking sexy," he said, seeing how they were nestling out of the way of the furniture, mostly settled against Saraekiel's back but slightly raised, like he was about to take off and fly. He could see their reddish tinge and  the tint at the edges. They looked impossibly soft and he wanted to touch them; wanted to stroke and pet them. He wasn't so sure the dark angel would allow it. "You're fucking sexy," he grinned, reaching out for Saraekiel so he could pull him down on top of him for a kiss.

[Seragil]

At Ben's words he ruffled and shifted his wings in pleasure, his wings were fucking sexy, out of this world gorgeous in fact.

He sunk into Ben, following him down into the kiss, his hands sliding from his chest to snake behind the back of his head, lifting his head a little so that he could kiss him without laying on top of him, his wings flaring out slightly and sweeping over both of them, his lips soft and swollen and still carrying the flavour of Ben's sex and seed upon then.

"I think you're pretty fucking sexy yourself." He said as he pulled back slightly, looking into his eyes with an answering smile.

" I have been drawn to you since the first time I saw you, checking me out at Penbrook" He confessed as he got to his feet and then helped Ben to his. He reached out then; for he was discovering that it was impossible for him to be this close to Ben and not touch him and stroked his cheek, caressing that impossibly exquisite bone structure. his attraction to Ben was strong, more then physical and it scared and unnerved him, not that he let it show or admit it out loud.

"Come on, I may have something to ease that burn." He said in explanation as he led Ben by the hand over to the wall behind them. he pushed a button on what looked to be a light switch and a section of the wall beside it sunk in and to the side, revealing a hidden room.

The lights in the room turned on as he entered, illuminating the room with the same soft radiance as the office. It was a bedroom, fairly spacious with a king size bed, side-draw dressers and what looked like a walk-in robe on the far side of the room The bed was made up with a draping midnight black bedspread and dark red silk sheets with a plethora of matching pillows, above the bed instead of a roof was a large skylight, revealing the night sky in all it glory.

"Sit on the bed" he said as he let go of Ben's hand and entered another room, the lights, once on, revealing what looked like might be a bathroom from the angle Ben was on. The sounds of cupboards and draws been opening and closed as Saraekiel rummaged through them quickly filled the room.

[Trillian]

Bringing up Penbrook brought an easy smile to Ben's face. He remembered seeing Saraekiel for the first time, not knowing what he was but being instantly attracted to him. It had been a spark even back then, during a time that had been stressful and demanding for him. Jake had him indentured at the White Rabbit on Charon's order and he and Kerr hadn't been able to properly talk since he'd come back. There was the whirlwind of Sabrina coming out as District Leader and then Murphy running off getting romantic with fucking Jake. So much had happened that night. Still... seeing Saraekiel had been something positive.

"I had no idea you were interested in me until a couple of nights ago, when you thought about kissing me." Ben stared at Saraekiel's profile as the room was revealed and then he was faced with a bedroom with a bed out of a porno. He was instructed to sit on that porn bed and he moved to it, sitting on the edge as Saraekiel disappeared into another room.

It was sweet, how Saraekiel was treating him like a mortal. He obviously had little experience with vampires. Unless the dark angel came out with a tub of magic goo, he couldn't think anything would have an effect on it. Before going back home he might have to swing by Penbrook and see Charon, ask him for some of his blood. Ancient blood might heal it. Hopefully, he'd be able to borrow some pants from Saraekiel.

Before Saraekiel returned, Ben crawled onto the bed proper and then flopped down on it, pushing pillows out of the way and staring up at the night sky. It was beautiful and it made sense for someone who could fly to want to access the sky as quickly as possible. Not so great for Ben when the sun rose and would strike into this room like a big, sunshiny ambush. He'd not intended to stay the whole day of course, but this meant it wasn't even an option. He had his arms folded under his head and looking up at the blackness of the sky, able to see faint twinkles even though he shouldn't be able to see anything of the sort because the room was lit up. Strike one up to vampire vision.

[Seragil]

Saraekiel came back into the room carrying a small green apothecary jar and some cotton balls. he smiled at the sight of Ben sprawled out on his bed, looking up at the sky, his body gleaming like a small moon amongst all that blackness nestled around him.

"I didn't even know who you were then, but there was so much anger, frustration and chaos whirling around you that night. I couldn't help but notice" He said as he crawled onto the bed, his wings dragging behind him and the reason for the huge bed. " I tried to surreptitiously keep track of you throughout the night, waiting to see if I could catch you alone, but you disappeared and I got swept up in politics"

He had also been drawn to Ben during Lazuras' trial, his pain called out to a part of him he thought long dead, a part of him he hadn't felt since, thank the fates. Meeting up with him and Kerr afterwards had been a disaster. He had wanted to meet them both, wanted to see if they could have helped him stop Jake's city expansion in its tracks...and he had wanted to meet Ben. He had been nervous, his and their feelings confusing him and tripping him up. he couldn't wait to get out of that alley, thinking he had made a damn fool of himself and alienating both of them, the invitation to meet with him if they choose had merely been a life line, a stab in the dark.

He pulled the cork out of the bottle, the room instantly filling with a fresh herbal scent as a soft golden light emanated from its opening, tiny green dots dancing within it like tiny fireflies.

[Trillian]

Anger, frustration and chaos. Yes, he'd felt that particular whirlwind during the night. Wait, was that what attracted Saraekiel to him? He was a dark angel, so it made sense. Perhaps he fed on it the way Ben had to feed on blood.

"Yeah... um, I didn't stay long," Ben recollected. Jake had been pissed about Ben's tactic with the mobile phone, trying to interfere with the Murphy/Jake romance before it could begin and so Jake had hunted Ben down and taken his phone off him as punishment. No texting Kerr. He didn't want to talk or think about Jake.

He propped himself up on his elbows after Saraekiel lay next to him on the bed. The smell was the first thing that hit Ben. It was herbal alright, but nothing Ben could pinpoint. Not basil or parsley or cilantro, not anise or chive... it was kind of grassy but sharper and sweeter. Not aloe either, because Ben had been expecting that. The way it glowed and the peculiar spiral of glitter in the air above it (except it wasn't shiny, just small), clued Ben in on the fact it wasn't a regular balm.

"What is that?" Ben asked softly, unsure if he would be told anything specific but he didn't need to be. He was looking forward to Saraekiel rubbing stuff onto his chest.

[Seragil]

"A healing potion, supposedly" he answered, giving the glowing bottle an askance look. It had been given to him by a demon looking for refuge during the sacking of the west. They said they had taken sanctuary at the café and the witch had healed those that had been wounded by using it, then given a few bottled to the demon in case they ran into trouble or came across anyone who might need it. He had then gotten Shae to send her people to investigate the witch and her café, and the other witches scattered throughout the city.

“The witch in the western part of the city sells it and other ointments, potions and stuff from out of her café. This was given to me as a gift and I believe it should work for you, although the potion is meant to be drunk, so I'm not sure how effective it will be.".

He leaned over Ben, his left wing draping lightly over his lower body, their downy softness brushing over his skin, as he took a closer look at the burn. He had used his power on vampires before but the circumstances had been dire and he had intentionally used it to seriously harm and had used his full strength. This had been different and he was truly surprised at the damage such a minuscule drop of power had caused.

“I knew my power could hurt your kind but I didn’t know how susceptible you are to it. I wouldn’t have used it had I known.” He said as he tenderly traced a finger around the scald mark. The circumstances of the discovery wasn’t ideal but the knowledge was useful and he was glad to have discovered it.

He tilted the bottle and dribbled a small amount over the mark, his finger tracing playful, teasing swirls on his chest as it glided through the viscous liquid, it felt cool to the touch, cooler even then Ben’s skin, and his finger tingled pleasantly from it as soothing feeling spread up from his finger, into his hand and up his arm.

“How does it feel?” He asked as he studied the wound, looking to see if there were any immediate changes..

[Trillian]

He didn't know about a witchy cafe in the West, but Ben didn't tend to venture to that part of the city much. He kept to the central, the south and the east, mostly. He thought it would benefit him to learn more about the city he lived in. The northside part of the city he knew well, because he used to live in it before his life had been swept up into the underground and he'd been turned a vampire. It had come with money as well, and he remembered resisting being rich through no means other than being sired by a rich guy. He'd eventually learnt to accept it and now couldn't imagine going back to his thrifty ways.

"It probably burnt me more because I'm young," Ben said, knowing Saraekiel was much older than him but not having the exact date. As a mortal, Ben would be in his thirties by now. Still young by comparison. As a vampire, he was not far from being a brand new fledge. He couldn't wait to clear his first century, unlocking all those skills that would be accessible with age. It was the worst grind for levelling up. "It might be harder to scar the old ones."

He looked down from Saraekiel's face and onto the mark on his chest where a golden finger traced around it. It looked vaguely in the shape of lips. When the potion was poured over it, Ben hissed in air and clenched his stomach once more because the liquid felt like ice, but then the dull ache of the mark was gone, even though the mark itself wasn't.

At the question, Ben looked back at Saraekiel, at the way he was being so gentle and fussing over him. He wouldn't have expected this from the dark angel. He'd figured they'd have a lot of rough, satisfying sex and then Ben would go home. It would've been easier if that had been the case.

"The pain's gone," he said before looking back. "The mark is still there, though." He sighed, not wanting this kind of consequence but resigned to living with it.

"At least there's no pain," Ben said. Perhaps there would be a different concoction for removing the blemish. "Do you know the name of her shop?" Ben asked, figuring he would check out her shop, or cafe, or whatever it was.

[Seragil]

"Good, I guess the witch knows her business, although i wonder if it would have healed completely if you were able to drink it, or maybe it has to be tweaked to work on vampires." he said musingly as he lightly traced his finger around the edges of the blemish. He hadn’t missed Ben’s resigned sigh either, was he worried about the consequences such an obvious mark would cause? No deniability? Well, regardless, he wasn’t worried about the consequences and he certainly wasn’t responsible for Ben’s and Kerr’s relationship. The knowledge that elder vampires might be able to resist his touch was something he hadn't known and he filed it away without further comment.

He kissed the mark, the remaining potion on Ben’s skin making his lips tingle with cold and power, too bad it had been made to be consumed rather then a salve that would have slicked the skin instead. Already the liquid that remained was disappearing, sinking into Ben.

“Her café is called Sanctuary I believe” he said softly, distractedly, as he kissed his way up to Ben’s neck, his cock twitching and swelling against Ben’s hip with each brush of his lips against that pale, cool skin.

“There is also another witch who has recently set up shop in the South, selling and making magical jewelry and items, or so I've been told.” He offered as his left hand snaked its way down Ben’s body, his fingers wrapping themselves around him phallus, his touch light and teasing as he playfully stroked him back to wakefulness.

“Although you probably already knew that since she teaches at your academy.” He finished breathily before laying his lips against Ben’s ear. His lips closing in around it, sucking at it, his teeth gently scraping and stretching it with a gently pull before releasing.

“Are we done talking now?” He asked as he tightened his grip around Ben’s thickening and hardened cock, his lips curling upwards playfully as he gently but firmly pulled him from the base, his fingers and thumb sliding over and around his ridges and head when he reached the tip of him before gliding slowly down again.

“Because I want to fuck.” He stated suggestively, his smoky grey eyes smoldering with heat once more.

[Trillian]

Ben watched as Saraekiel lowered his head to kiss the blemish. He tensed without meaning to, knowing that the dark angel wouldn't harm him again but the physical response remained. He relaxed when the kiss remained as a normal kiss, light and sensuous.

Sanctuary, he thought, murmuring his pleasure as kisses upward trailed along his body. He could feel Saraekiel's arousal pressing against him and it inspired his own to life. He radiated heat and desire and Ben responded to it almost naturally, lust-hazed eyes staring at the golden-skinned Adonis. He was saying something about witches but Ben wasn't really listening.

His hands sought Saraekiel's body, caressing muscles, fingers following the lines of his torso, trailing and exploring his flesh. He let out another contented noise when Saraekiel found his ear and he writhed gently beneath the attention. It was one of his delicious secrets of weakness - not so secret for anyone who had kissed or bedded him because it was an easy enough find, but certainly something that reminded him what it had been like to be mortal and be bitten.

He wondered if Saraekiel would let him. He didn't want to ask for two reasons; he didn't want to be rejected and the hunger he felt right now wasn't that kind of hunger.

"Yeah," he whispered when Saraekiel asked if they were done talking. "Yeah," he repeated with a growing smile when the second statement came. He wanted that, too.

*

It took them hours discovering each others bodies. Ben was allowed to touch Saraekiel's wings during a sensuous position. The feathers were more solid than he expected; he'd thought they'd be ethereal or at the least like bird feathers. Ben believed if he ever found a dark angel feather on the ground and picked it up, he'd recognise the feel of them. They were glossy and an oily black (but cool and dry to the touch), and on closer inspection, there was a very slight pulse to them, in time with Saraekiel's heart - as if his blood ran through not only the bones or muscles that made up the wings, but into the feathers themselves. Perhaps it was his magic. Or his corruption. It made him wonder what touching an angel would be like.

Lying in bed beside Saraekiel, looking at his sweat-glistened golden body and sharing a satisfied smile, Ben realised that there was probably little over an hour of nighttime left. It had been a forty minute drive getting out here, he couldn't dawdle. His smile retreated until it was gone and he broke eye contact to say his next words.

"I can't stay." Ben lifted his gaze again, seeing what Saraekiel would make of this statement. "I have to catch a cab back and you burnt up my pants," Ben said, finding himself annoyed by it now when he hadn't been initially.

[Seragil]

He lay beside Ben, sweat slicked, exhausted and a little achy, but in a good way, his wings and hair was spread out around them both as he lazily traced swirls with his fingers over Ben’s shoulder and down his arm then over his chest, feeling languid, relaxed and totally satisfied. They hadn’t made it to dawns light but the light displaying the time on the little bedside clock beside them said it wasn’t too far off either.

At Ben’s words he looked at him from the corner of his eyes and smiled lazily. “Your pants were in the way of what I wanted, they deserved to get burned.”
He stopped tracing his finger over his body with one last caressing touch, fascinated by the temperature difference between them and the almost pearlescent paleness of his skin.

“Why can’t you stay? You’re more than welcome to sleep here if you wish.” He searched Ben’s eyes, his eyebrow arching up in suggestion. He wasn’t hurt by Ben’s desire to leave, the night had been about fun and need, not a declaration of some sort, but he wouldn’t mind if he wanted to stay either. He was fine with whatever was decided, he was curious, however. Ben had arrived in dervish of emotions, was he leaving now to face whatever drove here, or was he hoping to leave just before dawn so as not to face it? In which case he may as well stay and sleep the day away here instead if risking being caught out so close to daybreak, the room was certainly safe and secure enough.

[Trillian]

"Thank you," Ben said softly at the invitation to stay. He was tempted but it would only speak of old habits. "But it'll just make things worse the longer I leave it. I don't want to regret coming here," he said, though a part of him knew he would anyway. Ben pulled in air to release it in a sigh. He turned his gaze upward, to the circular opening in the roof that he'd been told would be covered. It would be safe for him to sleep here and he trusted that Saraekiel wouldn't let him burn up - if only to keep his plaything intact - but he didn't want to avoid Kerr any longer.

"Can I have something to wear?" he asked, turning to face Saraekiel once more, his body tilting towards him as well. "Just something to spare me the humiliation of returning home in my underwear," he said, giving a small smile before tipping his face up and planting a small kiss on the side of the dark angel's lips, not wanting his mouth to be captured into another heated kiss. They'd had four hours of non-stop sex, he didn't want to go again. "Please?" he prompted, hoping his plea would inspire Saraekiel to give him something decent.

[Seragil]

He smiled softly at the kiss and reached up and lightly caressed those clever and talented pink tinged lips with a gently brush of his thumb. "Why should things be worse? You’re an adult. No one owns you or your body."

He sighed softly, as much as he would like to act like he was indifferent to Bens plight, he wasn’t. Ben and Kerr’s relationship was ultimately none of his business, but he didn’t want Ben regretting coming here this night, or for him to regret spending time with him either. The truth was, no matter how great tonight had been, and it had been amazing, he was honestly attracted to Ben and he wanted to see him again. "I understand being with me will have consequences, maybe big ones by the look on your face and in your eyes.  However, I will never regret my choice to be with you or our time spent together."

He slipped his hand along Ben's cheek, caressing him one last time before removing his hand. What ever the outcome between himself and the vampire, while he was with Kerr, the choice would always be Ben’s. “Don’t allow others to take the pleasure or joy out of the choices you make, Own the consequences if there are any, but never regret doing that which you truly desire, brings you pleasure or makes you happy.”

He lifted his wings off Ben’s body, retracting and phase shifting them away as he pulled away from him slightly as he indicated the walking wardrobe behind Ben’s shoulder with a lift of his chin. “Is Armani decent enough?” He asked with a playful smile. “ It’s all I have here I’m afraid.”