Heat Rating: Fire

Content Warnings: Dubious Consent, GLBT-homoerotica, Happy for Now Ending

Fallen Angel meets Fallen Mortal.

Samael waited only until his charge had settled before going out again. He rarely felt the need to sleep and almost never the desire, tired of the nightmares it always brought with it. And the boy reminded him so much of his lost love that he wanted to bathe himself in death as a way to forget.

He unfurled his six black-feathered wings and took to the dark sky to take a closer look at this possible adversary. Only the last remaining legend could stand against him. One of the original three, two of whom had chosen to fall rather than live as slaves to a creator they never saw.

Blood red hair and wings like a feathered rainbow. He snarled and dove before the other saw him. Damnation! Why did it have to be Raphael? The one archangel he would never again face, not through fear but because he still loved him.

He landed on a roof and watched as Raphael flew down to a particular house in Brooklyn. A slender young mortal opened the door and smiled at his visitor. Then the two were in each others arms and kissing before they disappeared into the house.

Samael's hands clenched into fists as the pain ate at him; pain that only millions of years of love followed by ten thousand years of separation could cause. The mortal didn't bother him. He'd watched Raphael from afar for long enough to know that he sought his forgetfulness in the bodies of pretty mortals.

"Whore," he muttered and turned away to find another figure on the roof gazing at him from amused forest green eyes. "What the fuck do you want, Beliel?"

"I just had the feeling that you might be up for some real mischief tonight and I'm bored."

"Your emotions don't concern me."

"No, but the Son of the Morning hearing about your good deed towards the pretty mortal in your apartment might." Beliel was openly grinning at him as he spoke.

He glared at the other fallen one. "Don't try to blackmail me if you know what's good for you."

"Then let's go and have some fun! Hell knows you're gloomy enough tonight!"

Resisting the urge to swat the demon like the bug he was, Samael contented himself with glowering at him. "I warn you now, I'm in the mood to kill and keep on killing."

"Perfect! Shall we get started then?" Beliel was completely unrepentant. He shook his head and sighed. "Okay, I know I'm going to regret this but what do you have in mind?"

Beliel skittered about the roof in excitement his pale green hair flowing and his wings also the green of all growing things fluttered. Everything about him was shades of that color, even his skin. "Oh, now you're talking! I think a little mayhem throughout the city should suit."

He shot Beliel a look of deep suspicion before thinking more carefully about his words. Then he smiled as an idea occurred. Opening his senses he took command of the hurricane approaching the eastern seaboard and changed its direction whilst both strengthening it and speeding it up.

Seeing Raphael had hurt him badly so he would use his beloved's element to wreak havoc on the city and kill several of its inhabitants.

"You might want to get off this roof," he warned Beliel.

His companion's green eyes widened. "Oh! What have you done?"

"Look at the sky."

Beliel looked up where the swirling cloud formation of an approaching hurricane had appeared. He cackled in delight and resumed his skittering little dance. "Oh yes! Perfect! Samael, I love your work!"

"Well sit back and admire if it suits you. I'm going home."

"Are you going to fuck the pretty mortal?"

He turned narrowed eyes on Beliel who had the intelligence to back off a few paces. "Mind your own damned business! If you want to ride this storm on a mortal's carcass, find your own plaything!"

Beliel attempted to look contrite and failed miserably, managing only disappointment. "Just because I like to watch," he muttered. "And with the little one on a drug come down he'll be in even more pain." He was wheedling now.

"Have your fun watching the mortals suffer through this storm. I promise you there will be anguish enough to sate even your appetites." Beliel's time away from Heaven and the company of the earth angel, Uriel, had made him as perverse and twisted as an old tree root.

Having had more than enough of the little green demon he spread his wings and headed for his apartment. He stopped in the main foyer only long enough to warn Jackson to batten down the hatches before stepping into the elevator.

Once in the sitting room he flicked a switch that closed storm shutters on all the windows before staring at the door to Daniel's bedroom. A strangled moan from behind the door decided him and he strode towards it as the wind began to howl around the building.