“ Don’t you have two traveling Kansas boys    to pester?       Or lunch with the more whinier version of yourself? ”

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“Kansas boys were busy, and Loki was too busy staring at his reflection. You’re more interesting, with a much wiser derriere, Parker.” The short archangel smirked, allowing a brief flickering image of his wings to establish an identity. Generally, the smarter the human, the more skeptical banter he’d have to fight through to prove a point. A suggestion of power seemed to cut the banter time in half. Granted, he had no experience with colorfully costumed wall crawling humans, so this was an adventure. “How’re things with Little Miss Muffet? Redheads do it better, I always say.”

       “ Cut to the chase, third rate  Buffy  villain !                Why are you following  me ? ”

Honestly, the least he expected, or even desired, was the attention and company of another demon. It’s because of anomalies like this  hellish jester  that he even remembers he let the  devil  himself  fool him at least once.

"Archangels aren't Buffy villains, but I'll let that slide. That's the best quip I've received in response to winging it. I'm following you because you're a good guy and I'd like to be a good guy for once without being ordered around by Our Father Who Art In Heaven With A Stick Up His Ass." The short angel shrugged. "God's dead, Spidey, and I need a good example of humanity doing good things. Tag, you're it."

“‘My kind’ left me for dead and abused me. The vast majority of them can rot. Your blood isn’t who you are, Dani.” He tentatively brushes her hair from her face, studying her. “You are so much more than that, doll.”

   “They wouldn’t see it that way. They would see something that shouldn’t live, they would gank first and not even bother to ask questions later.” she offers him a gentle smile. “You’re different than them.. Better. That’s worth staying around for.”

He can't find words, not in English, not even in Gaelic - but his face glows with sudden content acceptance. Enochian tumbles out his mouth as he yanks Dani into a ridiculously enthusiastic hug. His tears dampen her shoulder, but they're a happy vulnerable release, a trusting chik in his armor.

Tequila was the bane of Kurt’s alchol. Most everything he could handle in mass quantities quite well. But a few shots of the cactus alchol and he was done for. All inhibition out the window he just smiled at the affections Gabriel paid to him. He really didn’t know the other all to well. Not much beyond the few idle things the Winchesters mentioned when he ran across them on his own hunting routes. But right now all he cared about was the nice feeling of those hands through his fur, the way those lips didn’t seem to care about said fur, and then that bite. It made him moan loud and unabashed before rocking into the hand on his hip. “Ja…” He would feel a bit shameful in the morning. But currently he was just looking over to the other with darkened eyes and a wide smile. “Kissue?”

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The kiss made his toes curl and he slipped closer to the man his hand going to tug at the back of his shirt so he could brush calloused hands along his bare skin. His mind was for once in the moment. He was not thinking of the fact he might want to date the man, or at least be friends. But just how fast his heart was racing and how that tight grip on him made his stomach twist in knots that made him half moan.

He breaks the kiss, and murmurs in Enochian with a smirk. A flash of golden light results in Kurt's shirt reappearing across the room, folded on a chair. The angel's eyes are pupiless, all brassy sunlight. His wings flare into existence, all gold and tiger's eye. Gabriel slides down, kneeling in front of Kurt and leaving tiny hickeys down his chest. His hands are braced on the mutant's thighs, flesh unnaturally warm, like cinnamon oil on sensitive skin.

He grins wickedly and murmurs in Enochian, his eyes flashing pure gold. Her clothes vanish, only to reappear neatly folded on the nearest table. Strands of pure light adorn her in shibari, and he bites his lip whilst looking her up and down. “As you wish, doll. The safeword is Zanzibar.”

“Hey, no – !” She wobbles, almost topples. “You don’t get to choose my safeword, you impudent thing! That’s /your/ safeword. My safeword is Isadora.”

This isn’t entirely what she expected. Then again, she isn’t sure /what/ she expected, except eventually excruciating pleasure. For him to take his time wrapping her up, maybe? She twists a little, liking the solid feel of the almost-rope up her spine. It feels good against her skin, almost like a drug.

He smiles kindly. “Isadora. Interesting.” With a snap of his fingers, he closes the distance between them and appears behind her, stroking her hair and kissing down her neck. His other hand wanders down to her left breast, softly rubbing a nipple. Between kisses, he murmurs “And now, I can take my time delving into your body and mind. Any limits, pretty young thing? More importantly, any favorites?” He grins like a cat, cheshire, then bites at her neck, sucking and locking to temper the pain.

“No,” she squeaks, “humiliation or body wastes. If you cut me you heal me after.” Her voice jumps in the middle, back arching against the bindings. “I want … I want to feel you. Everywhere. I want to know what you feel.”

"Not into degradation, number 1, or number 2. No worries. As for feelings..." His eyes light up to match her bindings. "Try not to lose yourself, darlin'." He releases a bit of his grace, giving her a taste of his heart. It's the feeling of letting birds out of cages they had never noticed, of the weightless breath at the height of a bungee jump, the taste of honeyed orange ginger spice tea, the brush of a thumb on your palm, the sparkle of champagne beaded on skin.

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Tequila was the bane of Kurt’s alchol. Most everything he could handle in mass quantities quite well. But a few shots of the cactus alchol and he was done for. All inhibition out the window he just smiled at the affections Gabriel paid to him. He really didn’t know the other all to well. Not much beyond the few idle things the Winchesters mentioned when he ran across them on his own hunting routes. But right now all he cared about was the nice feeling of those hands through his fur, the way those lips didn’t seem to care about said fur, and then that bite. It made him moan loud and unabashed before rocking into the hand on his hip. “Ja…” He would feel a bit shameful in the morning. But currently he was just looking over to the other with darkened eyes and a wide smile. “Kissue?”

If that's not enthusiastic consent, Gabriel doesn’t know what is. A genuine smile appears on his face, and he tangled his left hand in Kurt's hair, pulling him in for a deep kiss. His right hand digs in with nails, oddly possessive. The archangel lived in the moment, knowing that this gorgeous creature was not his to keep - but his for the fleeting moment.

He drowns in her, but in the best way - engulfed in emotion and sensation, he doesn’t want to breathe air in, just her.

Even kissing an angel, she’s still only mortal; eventually she /has/ to stop to breathe. It feels like she’s seeing the world, through, and she sways a little. “I love you,” she breathes, pressing her nose to his cheek, “I love you so much. I need you to know that.” Slowly, she settles back to her heels, taking his hands and pulling him to the couch. “I want you to bind me, and then I want you to do whatever you want with me.”

He grins wickedly and murmurs in Enochian, his eyes flashing pure gold. Her clothes vanish, only to reappear neatly folded on the nearest table. Strands of pure light adorn her in shibari, and he bites his lip whilst looking her up and down. “As you wish, doll. The safeword is Zanzibar.”

“Hey, no – !” She wobbles, almost topples. “You don’t get to choose my safeword, you impudent thing! That’s /your/ safeword. My safeword is Isadora.”

This isn’t entirely what she expected. Then again, she isn’t sure /what/ she expected, except eventually excruciating pleasure. For him to take his time wrapping her up, maybe? She twists a little, liking the solid feel of the almost-rope up her spine. It feels good against her skin, almost like a drug.

He smiles kindly. "Isadora. Interesting." With a snap of his fingers, he closes the distance between them and appears behind her, stroking her hair and kissing down her neck. His other hand wanders down to her left breast, softly rubbing a nipple. Between kisses, he murmurs "And now, I can take my time delving into your body and mind. Any limits, pretty young thing? More importantly, any favorites?" He grins like a cat, chesire, then bites at her neck, sucking and locking to temper the pain.

     Dani picks her words with care not wanting to make it more complicated than was necessary. “Because you gave me a chance. I know what I am and your kind shouldn’t be around me. But here you are, an archangel still on my side.” she shrugs a shoulder, giving her head a slow shake. “You stuck by me when others would have taken off running. I’d be an idiot to leave that behind.”

"'My kind' left me for dead and abused me. The vast majority of them can rot. Your blood isn't who you are, Dani." He tentatively brushes her hair from her face, studying her. "You are so much more than that, doll."

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