diego loved how vocal his boyfriend was in bed, it was one of the many things he loved so much about the witch. there was never a single doubt that wolfie was enjoying himself. wolfie was spread out on the bed, restrained by some of diego’s favorite more intricate knots. diego continued to fuck into his boyfriend, slowly with a restraint he hardly ever showed. if wolfie wanted to beg diego would make him beg. diego would fuck him slowly and gently for hours, always stopping right before he fell over the edge. teasing the witch was one of his absolute favorite pastimes and he intended on making this last for as many hours as psychically possible. as soon as he heard the tell tale sign of his lover’s moans growing diego stopped moved, wrapping two fingers around the base of wolfie’s cock to stop him from coming. “that’s number one. how many times do you think you can go tonight? wanna beat your record baby? be a good boy and tell daddy how much you want it.”
EVEN THOUGH THEY WERE HIS WORDS, they still took him by surprise. Tasted foreign against his tongue as his mind worked up all the reasonings for wanting to cut his red ribboned ties with a vampire who he was certain thought and cared only about herself.
Blayze was selfish. Stubborn. Unpredictable.
And Jeremiel hated that.
It was only taking him til now, as he stared at her from across the room, that he decided to call it exactly how it was. Blayze was fire and she was officially burning him out.
They were having another fight. Broken shards of glass and a crushed bottle of red wine staining ivory walls to set the scene. His tie laid flat and loose around his neck, dress shirt rolled up to the elbows. In the corner stood Blayze with a flare in her eyes he had grown accustomed to seeing whenever they discussed words like ‘them’ and ‘us’. His fault, he would admit. Sometimes he knew the reactions she’d give but he prayed it all the same that for once the conversation would at least end differently. He felt pathetic for even wishing she’d lie. What was supposed to be a nice night in was now turning into a blood bath of harsh words and unmatched stamina fit for gods. Could you really break things off with someone who didn’t think you guys were anything at all?
He was about to find out.
“That’s what you want right? To leave? To be free and not have to deal with the real world and they shit you do to the people who are in it? What the hell is wrong with you? Who does that shit to the people they —,” His words stopped short, four-letter word catching in his throat and buzzing in his mind. Fingers reached to pinch the bridge of his nose at the thought. Nah, she didn’t love him. She didn’t know what that word was and he felt sorry for her because of it. They were unsavory words dripped from a man who swore he’d never get like this with anyone. Yet here he was wishing, deep down, that he could hate the woman that he loved. Instead, Jeremiel steady himself. Held his composure and breezed past her without a second glance.
“I’m going to take a shower and by the time I’m out I want my key on the counter and you gone.”
Iggy laid there, his eyes partially glazed over. A smile on his face, despite the state of his body. Perhaps it was because in his eyes, even if he was going to hell. He’d be at least spending the last precious moments on the mortal plane. Staring at the face of an angel, even if she viewed herself as hell in heels. “mi alma... looks like i’m not gonna get the chance to properly seduce you.” He coughed, his eyes fluttering a bit, “I would have gotten you to fall for me, and you wanna know the best part.” He spoke, his eyes catching hers. “I’d fallen for you the moment we met-- and I’ve been blessed to just get you for a glimpse-- my own little taste of the heaven i’ll never get to se-----.” His words became hard, as his head started to drop. Rose’s pleas to keep focused and keep talking, starting to fade into the distance.
‘He’s just running a little late – or maybe he’s dead. Oh, God, he’s dead!’ Ches & Wolfie
“hold up—- what? he is not dead. “ chester can only assume he is referring to diego. “you jump to conclusions quicker than you jump into bed.” the cambion smirks at him.
i can tell you’re hot and bothered from all the way over here. -lola and theo
lola rolled her eyes. he was right but she wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of letting him know he was right. “can you? really? what kind of special ability is that? is that some kind of tiger thing i never learnt about?”
diego’s first reaction to the words were to laugh. he made it no secret just how much he loved wolfie and anybody who knew them would be able to tell. still, he didn’t mind reassuring his boyfriend and telling him as many times as possible just how loved he was. “i love you so much baby.” it was kind of stupid, and diego wished he could have found the words to say more but he had never been good at verbally expressing himself. he wished he could tell wolfie that he loves him more than the stars in the sky or more than the deepest depths of the ocean but the words just wouldn’t come to him. “it’s kind of like, i saw in black and white until i met you and now everything is in vivid colour. you’re my... sunshine in the rain, my missing piece. i love you so much.” diego grinned, kissing the top of his boyfriend’s head. “right that’s enough of that, i’m not writing wedding vows.”
“i really don’t know what you’re expecting me to do about that venus. plus, knowing you as well as i do i’m almost positive you would have done something to deserve it.”
gone : my muse stays by your muses side while they take their last breath.
why would trix send this to me????? honestly the betrayal.
“We’ve tried everything.”
“There’s nothing we can do.”
“We’re so sorry.”
It was the same phrases coming from different mouths over the stretch of the last few hours and each began just as worse as the last. A tiny curly-headed nurse had come to calm him down. Telling him that if needed to talk to someone she could direct him to the proper place for it. Suddenly all that charm and diplomacy that the nephilim once displayed in sheer confidence had dropped. A wave of heat rolled up his neck, and beads of sweat broke out against his hairline. He didn’t need to do any talking. He didn’t need to be comforted. He needed someone to stop messing around and tell him what was going on that didn’t sound like:
Blayze was dying and there wasn’t a single thing he, or anyone else, could do about it but wait.
He was told to be patient. Have a glass of water. Maybe call someone to be here with him during this clearly ‘devastating’ time. The truth was, had this been anyone else and Jeremiel would have been miles away. Death wasn’t a friend he made lightly. The angel hid his feelings during times of passings of those he cared about by buying flowers and a Hallmark card for their family. Somewhere down the line he had dropped that for her and now he was sitting at the edge of a cheaply made bed with the vampire’s limp fingers intertwined with his. Cold and fragile, much unlike the warmth he had grown familiar to. And who knew if she was even aware he was with her.
Once he had entered the room, Jeremiel’s body went loose, tired, and unthreatening, as if actively discharging the current of tension that had once animated his form. His face was still impassive, but if anyone was to look close enough they’d see the pricks of water forming in the corners of his dark eyes. He was still trying to wrap his mind over what was happening to the woman who was supposed to outlive him, not the other way around, and the realization of it all was coming down on him like the tidal wave.
“You shouldn’t be here, you know that right? We’re supposed to be on some hot ass beach in Mexico, wrapped up into each other on a balcony and making anyone who looks up jealous. We don’t do this, remember?” They weren’t supposed to leave each other either, yet here they were preparing for the moment when he was now understanding would be there last time. It felt silly trying to come up with the words you wanted to say someone during a time like this. A man like himself didn’t come undone like this, though pieces of him wanted to. “You can’t leave like this.” I love you. “What am I supposed to do without you?”
