Not A Criminal's Name

Name: Gabriel Jones. Michael Landings. Damien East. Westley Pace. Aberforth Smith. Scott James. Job: World Traveler. National Geographic. Hiking Enthusiast Career Criminal Artist Chef Air-force Pilot

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"Now you have." 

This was the first conversation she had in ages that wasn’t  weighed down with the events of the past. Talking to a human was a rare occurrence for her  and it was even more rare that the conversation had nothing to do with death.

It was nice. Unnerving but nice.

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                               "Well now I have." Westley smiled again, easy, so easy and relaxed all the time, like everything was just rolling off his back. "I'm Damian. It's nice to meet you." He offered up his hand to her, oblivious still that she wasn't nearly as human as him.

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"Mmmm." 

So he could see her.  That was odd, but not impossible. Stranger things have happened.

"Would you believe me if I told you it was natural?”

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                         "I don't know that I would believe you. Unless you were albino, but, your eyes aren't blue, so I'm going to guess you aren't. I mean, I know I'm blond, but I've never seen someone so blonde their hair is white." Westley crossed his arms, leaning his head to the side and examining her as though he'd see the roots of her hair.

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"What the hell are you looking at?”

She didn’t expect him to respond, but her question was genuine.  Either he could see her for some odd reason, or he was staring at a wall.

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                           "Hey, hey, relax. I was just going to compliment you on your hair. It's a nice look, I like it. I didn't mean to seem creepy or anything." Westley lifted up his hands in a peaceful gesture, smiling easily at her, "It just looks very good."

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"— Yeah, yeah. Fucking blow me."

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                              "Would that make you feel better?"

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                                                            “I had breakfast, remember?" That was a sexual inneundo, pertaining to their normal before breakfast activies. In case you missed it.

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                                       "Go get your whole wheat toast and O.J., then talk to me like a big boy, Michael."

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J u d g i n g. Your life choices, Westley, look at them. Look at your choices. How horrible they are.

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                                 "You're impossible before you eat breakfast, you know that, right?"

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He’s just going to give Westley a judgmental stare in reply.

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                                   "Babe, come on, don't be like that."

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"They already knew that. Just not the details. They didn’t need to know the details. Jesus Christ, Westley."

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                                "Hey, I didn't know it was gonna get back to them. Don't be so upset, Michael, it's not that bad."

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                                                      Okay, that’s a bit gross. Michael can feel his own pre-come smeared against his cheekbone. Sex was gross, and he had to make a mental reminder to take a shower after they were finished. Now’s not the time to indulge his clean freak tendencies, however. He moves when pushed, his fingers curling around the slats of the back of the chair. If Westley keeps touching his wings like that, Michael’s pretty sure he’s going to get off before Westley’s even in him. Already, he can feel the heat twisting in the pit of his gut. “Been ready.”

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                                            That's all the warning Michael gets, his own affirmation, and then Westley is slinging an arm around his body and sliding into him. Westley makes a low pitched groan of pleasure right into Michael's ear, his body brushing up against the soft black wings. He pressed his mouth against Michael's neck, grabbing onto his dick again, "Fuck-- Fuck--"

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                                                   He doesn’t bother replying. It’s not like it’s a lie. Michael could be a bit of a whore if he wanted to be..or a lot of a whore. Either way. He nods his head a bit, sliding his own fingers into himself. The angle is awkward, and his wrist is bound to start hurting eventually, but he figured he’d be bent over the table before that happens. “—-Fuck.” He can’t help the curse when Westley grabs his wing, his hand curling around the other’s bicep and gripping tight enough to leave a hand shaped bruise. His hips press forward, a harsh breath forced passed kissed red lips. Impatience wins out then, and the archangel’s pulling his hand away from himself to get the condom and hold it in front of Westley’s face.

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                                    Westley takes his hand off Michael's dick and covers the angel's mouth with it. "Shhh, no talking." He kisses Michael again, taking the condom off his hands and tearing it open quickly. With the hand on Michael's wing, he forces the angel to turn around, pushing him up against the chair, nudging him to get onto it and stick out his ass. Westley rolls on the condom, kissing up Michael's spine and running his hands along his wings, watching him for a moment, watching him squirm. "Ready?"

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                                    “—Patience is a virtue, but that one belongs to G—Gabriel, not m—me.”  Therefore, Michael was perfectly good with being as impatient as he damn well pleased. It was kind of hard not to be, what, with Westley’s hands on his wings like. He pushes back against the finger pressed into him, his own hand still working up and down Westley’s cock slowly. “You’ll—You’ll have plenty of fun, whether I cum right now or not.” Michael, being the horrible masochist he was, never complained when Westley managed to make him come three or four times. The more it hurt, the better. “No more talking.” His free hand moves behind himself, taking the hand Westley was using the work him open, and pressing another one of the criminals fingers in beside the first.

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                                            "God, you can be suck a whore." Westley grinned, kissing Michael's chest, "Do you want to stretch yourself for me?" He kissed Michael's shoulder, then his throat, pulling his finger out of Michael's ass and leaving him to finger himself. The hand he was using went to Michael's dick, working it up and down fast and hard, watching precum already dripping out the top of it. He didn't say anything else though, respecting Michael's request for silence, the only sounds between them that of flesh and feathers and panting. Westley grabbed onto his wing, just above where it met his shoulder, lurching forward to rub the head of his cock on Michael's.

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"I will go back to Heaven just to get the power to smite you. Because my sisters know now, all three of them."

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                                      "They know you have a fantastic sex life?"

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"———- I’m going to smite you.”

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                                        "You? Are going to smite me? I thought you gave all that up when you quit being God's lapdog? And anyway, why is it such a big deal?"

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"You—-told Kat what—-!!!!!?!?!”

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                                 "That you are a very, very good lay. That you squirm. That your wings are the best place to touch if you're having trouble getting it up. That you like being stretched out. That you like when I boss you around... oh! And that you love middle of the day sex."                                  "Should I not have?"

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"I didn’t mean physical abuse, dumbass. Extended emotional manipulation for the purpose of furthering your own means, while leading the victim into thinking its something its not, is emotional abuse. I wouldn’t put physical beyond you, but, fingers crossed that Michael would stop it then. Anyway, continue. I have to hear about the wings.”

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                                         "I've never lied to him about my feelings for him, and I've never pretended our relationship is exclusive. I can't be blamed if he still insists on loving me. It's better than any other spot. I've made him come so hard he actually bruised me, just from stroking his wings. You wouldn't think wings would be pleasure spots for sex, but they are the best one."

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                                                 It wasn’t hard to turn Michael into a writhing mess, but it took an even less amount of time to have him whimpering and begging for it when you got his wings involved. Michael leans against Westley, his moan muffled by the blond’s lips. “Westley, please.” This is the part where he loses his ability to concentrate..and, apparently, stand up straight. He presses his wings into Westley’s hands, pleasure chasing along his nerves like fire. He isn’t sure if he’s begging because he just really really wants to get on with it, or if it’s because he honestly doesn’t have the will to try and figure out whether or not Westley is manipulating him. Either way was fine. His hand slides down the other man’s front, long fingers wrapping around his cock. He jerks him off a few times, lips dragging kisses from Westley’s lips down to his neck. “Come on.”

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                                            "You're perfect, Michael. Perfect." He whispered against Michael's mouth, making his own low moaning noise as his dick got the attention it had been standing at attention for. He grabbed the lube with one hand, keeping the other buried in Michael's wings, stroking and touching and feeling and caressing. In a practiced motion he got lube into his hand and pressed a finger against Michael's ass without bothering to warm it up first. "Patient, patient, Michael. You're going to ruin the fun before we even get to the fucking, look at your cock, it's twitching. Are you going to come before I get to have any fun?" He teased, his mouth on Michael's neck, pressing his finger in and out of the angel.