19. Gabriel

One minute Gabe was cumming in his pants like a teenager, and the next Az was hauling him up, he was enfolded in darkness, and he had the dizzying sensation of moving even though he was standing still. He closed his eyes, grabbed tightly onto Az, and tried to figure out what was happening.

When the feeling passed, he opened his eyes, and it took Gabe a moment to realize they weren't at the club anymore. It took him another moment to realize that he was magically cleaned up from his orgasm.

The third moment of realization was much more of a holy shit moment.

Because Az had wings. Like actual, literal wings. They were dark black and resembled bat's wings; they looked leathery with tiny, soft-looking hairs on them. They appeared thin but also strong and unbreakable. He looked up at Az's face to see a look of trepidation, and that's when he noticed the horns. They appeared to be of the same leathery make-up as the wings, and yet they looked solid but soft to the touch.

Gabe reached his hand hesitantly forward, and he felt something tighten around his waist, which was when he realized, holy shit, Az also had a tail. He looked down at it. It was about as thick as his forearm where it reached out from behind Az, and it thinned to eventually be the size of a thick finger at its tip. It was dark black, smooth, and serpentine.

Gabe's hand switched direction from moving toward Az's horns to reach down to stroke his tail. It was warm, smooth, and gently rippled under his hand. He heard an inhalation from Az, and he looked up at his face again. He reached toward Az's wings then, carefully watching his face.

Az made no move to stop Gabe, simply staring at his face, so Gabe reached over and gently ran a fingertip along the wing. It was soft and supple, the tiny hairs that almost tickling his finger. It was kind of a sexy feeling, which Gabe realized was kind of an odd thought coming from him, but he was finding a lot about Az sexy lately.

He reached up and gently caressed Az's horns, and Az's eyes closed, the worry finally leaving his face as a look of pleasure crossed it.

"Does that feel good?" Gabe whispered.

Az opened his eyes again, looking into Gabe's face, the nervous look back.

Gabe didn't like Az looking nervous. He didn't want Az scared or upset or unhappy. He would rather take that unhappiness on himself.

Gabe realized that was exactly what Az had been doing for him. Every day in class, Az stepped in just as Gabe was reaching his breaking point. Every morning, Az reassured him and comforted him and let him know how normal what they did was, when Gabe had always felt anything but normal when it came to sex stuff. They had been practically attached at the hip every single day, and the thought of not being with Az was actually a physical ache that made him want to grip his chest.

He knew he cared about Az. He had cared about both his previous partners that he had been sexual with, but those feelings were ghosts in comparison to how he felt about Az.

Gabe loved how Az made jokes when he was stuck in his head; he loved how Az had looked for his parents in the afterlife just because Gabe was worried; he loved how Az was constantly touching him in little ways, just to let Gabe know that he was there.

In a final holy shit moment, Gabe realized he loved Az.

He wasn't just falling for Az; he had crash landed straight into love. He felt a little bruised and broken knowing that he was in love with a demon, because how could that ever work out? Gabe wanted to cry thinking about the impossibility of it.

But then there was Az's face, and that look of nervousness, and Gabe knew his demon was unsure about revealing his form to Gabe. He couldn't take seeing that look on Az's face. His Az was confident, and sweet, and funny, and always comforted Gabe. His Az wasn't meant to look unsure and nervous.

"I love you," Gabe whispered, and he reached up to cup Az's face.

Az stared at him, astonishment replacing the fear that had been in his eyes.

"I love you," Gabe affirmed, more loudly this time, and he pulled Az's face down to his, gently kissing him.

Az moaned and kissed him back. He didn't push Gabe any further, but Gabe needed. He licked Az's lips, and Az opened on a groan. Then they were passionately kissing, tongues dancing, mouths open, gasping for air, teeth nipping at lips, hands touching each other's skin.

Gabe barely knew where he ended and where Az began.

He pulled back and looked into Az's eyes. Az hadn't said anything to Gabe's declaration, but he saw the wonder and joy there, and that was enough.

He took Az's hand and led him to the bedroom, feeling nervous but also confident at the same time. Anything he wanted was fine. Anything he did would make Az happy. He trusted Az, totally and completely.

He wanted to bring Az the same pleasure that Az always brought him. The very thought of it was making him hard again in his pants. It was like his orgasm at the club had only been an appetizer; he was ready for the main course.

When they reached his bedroom, Gabe stripped off his shirt and started taking off his pants, but Az simply stood and stared, looking like he was about to have his fill of his favorite dessert.

"Naked. Now," Gabe demanded, feeling confident and sexy for once in his life.

Az stripped off his shirt and pants, and Gabe started to wonder about the physics of wings and tails and clothing that hadn't had any holes for such things before, but then Az freed his erection, pushing down his boxers, and all thoughts of anything but tasting that cock left his head.

He stepped forward, fell to his knees in front of Az, and licked from the root to the tip of his dick.

"Oh demons, Gabe. Let me..." he started, but Gabe swallowed him at that moment, working his tongue around the head of Az's cock, then pushing his way down until Az was in his throat and he was swallowing around his length. Az moaned, the sound making Gabe even harder, and he pulled off to lick at Az's sack.

"I don't have much of a gag reflex," Gabe smirked. Az looked like his brain was leaking out of his dick, and Gabe was pretty proud of that, considering he was sucking off a lust demon. Az reached down, gently resting his hands on Gabe's head, and Gabe had never felt so sexy, so confident, and so loved.

He tightened one hand around the base of Az's cock, used the other to fondle his sack, and started bobbing up and down, working his tongue around the head, occasionally licking into Az's slit. He could tell by his moans how much Az liked that, and occasionally Az's hands would tighten on his head before loosening again, like Az couldn't even control himself.

It was the sexiest thing Gabe had ever done.

Az was panting and moaning, and precum was leaking out of his slit, and he somehow tasted like sugar and sweetness. Gabe popped off his dick to lick at the tip like it was an ice cream cone before lapping at the sensitive underside of his cock.

Gabe looked up, and Az was staring down at him, straight into his eyes, and that look, god, Gabe would do anything for that look. He smirked again, feeling naughty and sexy and cherished all at once.

"Please, let me please you," Az groaned out. "Whatever you want, I want to give you. Please."

Gabe moaned around Az's cock before he got up, and then he stood and attacked Az's mouth with his own. He kissed him like he was a man dying of thirst and Az was an oasis in the desert. Their tongues danced, his teeth nipped at Az's lips, and he put his hands on both sides of Az's face, holding his head so he could ravage that mouth. Az moaned and panted into his mouth, and then Az was kissing him back just as fiercely.

Gabe moved forward, pushing Az until they both flopped onto the bed. Gabe had a moment to worry about Az's wings, but they simply flared out on the bed, and then Gabe let out a long moan as their hips aligned and their cocks rubbed against each other. The feel of Az's hardness, his dick slick with precum and Gabe's spit, was exquisite torture on Gabe's own cock.

Gabe moved again, grinding their cocks together, and they both moaned, kissing again, devouring each other, frotting against each other wildly. He thought they could both probably cum like this, but that wasn't what he wanted.

He slowed down, using all his self-control to do so, and then they were breathing into each other's mouths, hands caressing each other everywhere, some of the urgency dissipating but not leaving entirely.

Az put both his hands on Gabe's face, pushing him up slightly so they could look into each other's eyes. He saw Az searching his eyes, and he let everything show—all his love, all his lust, all his trust and need for this demon.

"I don't know what it means to be in love," Az rasped out, "but I would see you happy, always. I would give up sex for all eternity with anyone else if only I could be with you. I have seen a lot and done a lot over the eons, but cuddling you and falling asleep with you makes all that pale in comparison. I want to bring you joy and pleasure, and the thought of losing you"—Az closed his eyes for a moment, fear and pain etched onto his face—"I can't bear it."

Gabe leaned down and kissed him softly.

"I will find a way to be with you. I will," he vowed. Az smiled then, saying, "Without you, life is weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable; an unweeded garden…"

Gabe laughed; he couldn't help it. He loved this demon who would quote him Shakespeare while they were in the middle of making love.

"I love you," Gabe smiled, leaning down to kiss Az, but Az stopped him, staring into his eyes.

"I love you as well, my Gabriel," Az swore, and Gabe felt like his heart would burst, a joy and pressure exploding in his chest at the beautiful words Az had gifted him.