Lie Down With The Devil - Chapter 2 - FRAO
Title: Lie Down With The Devil
Chapter: 2/3
Rating: FRAO
Pairing: Don/Eric, Speed/Eric, Speed/Danny
Fandom: CSI:Miami/NY
Prompt: Dark
Summary: A battle between Good and Evil is brewing. Who will be victorious?
**Warning**: Slash. Sex. Bloodloss and blood play. Mentions of Lucifier, God and religion. Murder. Torture. Violence. Language. MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH.
Author's note: Thank you muchly to White for Beta-ing this HUGE fic for me.
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Rome
The Trevi looked beautiful at night, Tim thought to himself as he idly strolled to the side of the fountains.
They were due to head to the airport first thing in the morning. He and Eric had gone their separate ways. Eric wanted to taste some of the nightlife that Rome had to offer, but Tim wasn’t feeling up to it so the other man had gone off on his own.
As he walked through the streets he began to think more on what he’d read a few days before. God had to have feared this day would come; otherwise there would have been no need for the monk or his vision.
Tim sat down on the side of the fountain, dipping his fingers in to the cool water causing ripples to spread from his submerged digits.
His emotions were all over the place. He had existed for eons with no one by his side to rule as equals. Now he was closer to his Angel than he had ever been before and he wasn’t entirely sure how he was feeling. Tim had been preparing for their reunion for as long as he could remember. But now everything felt surreal to him.
Eric had reminded him that they still had no idea where to look. But Tim had told him that he was positive he knew where to find the lost piece of his soul. Although he didn’t knew where, exactly. He had to believe that when they were close he would know. The pull was getting stronger by the day and he knew that when they were reunited the feeling would be much more intense. Everyday he could hear his Angel calling out to him, desperate for both souls to be together once more.
Laughter sounded and Tim looked up, rolling his eyes as Eric came into view.
Latched onto his arm was a giggling blonde, who had clearly hit the bottle too hard.
“I thought you were sampling the night life,” Tim commented.
“Oh, I was,” Eric assured him. “But I brought you a present.” He turned to the girl on his arm. “This is my friend I told you about,” he whispered, brushing her hair out of her face as he caressed her cheek and neck.
She giggled again and looked over at Tim. “Eric says you’re a devil in bed,” she told him bluntly.
Tim laughed and smirked. “My dear, I’m the Devil all of the time,” he corrected.
The woman grinned, clearly not believing him. “Anna,” Eric said, placing a hand on the small of her back. “Why don’t you show Tim how talented your mouth is?” he encouraged.
Anna grinned and staggered forward, falling to her knees in front of Tim.
“You’re having too much fun here,” Tim told Eric as Anna unfastened his trousers.
Eric shrugged his shoulders, grinning widely. “It’s not my fault mortal’s feel so good.” Tim groaned and ran his hand through Anna’s hair as she licked her tongue up his shaft. “I told you,” Eric commented smugly.
He kicked his shoes off and rolled his jeans up to his knees. Tim watched as Eric climbed into the fountain, splashing the water around his feet. Anna was still working his cock with her mouth and he tightened his grip on her hair as he came, forcing himself down her throat. Not allowing her to pull her mouth away until she had swallowed everything he gave.
When he finally did release her she was coughing and spluttering, gasping for breath. Before she could ask Tim why he made her swallow everything, Eric called her name and beckoned her into the fountain.
She grinned and clambered over the side, her high-heeled feet sliding on the wet floor. Eric grabbed her by the hair and pushed her down to her knees in the water, forcing her perform the same act she had performed on Tim.
Tim turned and watched in fascination as Anna sucked Eric to and beyond orgasm. Like Tim, Eric held her firmly in place, pushing his cock in hard to come down her throat.
Anna glanced up at Eric when she was allowed to pull away from him. She swallowed nervously when she looked into his eyes. “Is… is something wrong?” she asked.
“No,” Eric answered, running his hand through her hair. “You have a very talented mouth. It’s almost a shame that you’re never going to get to use it again.”
She frowned and opened her mouth to speak when Eric tightened his grip, pushing her down into the water.
Tim licked his lips hungrily, watching Anna struggle as Eric held her under. Eric caught Tim’s gaze as Anna died, the pleasure washing over the both of them.
“Hotel,” Tim said as Anna’s body stopped moving. “Now.”
~
Eric looked over at Lucifer. For the first time since arriving on Earth, Tim appeared to be sleeping peacefully.
Knowing that they were more than likely going to be heading for a battle, Eric got out of his seat and moved away from his friend. Tim would need all the rest he could get, plus there was a flight attendant who looked like he would be fun to play with.
However, despite the way it looked, Tim’s mind was neither resting nor peaceful.
Visions flooded the brunette’s mind as he slept. Memories of a time long since past that he had tried so hard to purge from his thoughts.
Lucifer looked at the Angels around him. This moment had been brewing for years. The time when God would be forced to see that the way He ruled was not working. And now He was going to have to pay the price.
It had taken a long time for Lucifer to separate those that would stand next to him and fight from those who were too cowardly to take a stand for what they believed in.
Everything was going according to plan. They had split into two groups, one to enter through the front of the building and the other through the back.
Lucifer looked to the Angel standing next to him. His Angel. He grinned widely, earning himself a bright smile in return. They would get through this and then rule side by side together for eternity.
He gave the order to move in and both teams entered the building, their swords poised and ready for any resistance they might encounter.
The building was empty. Not even God was sitting at His desk. Lucifer frowned, something was wrong. God was rarely seen away from His desk during the day and even then the building was never empty.
Lucifer wasn’t one to give up easily and when he heard thundering footsteps on the stairs, he knew that he would not be given the option to back out.
God and His warriors entered the room and both sides stared at each other. Good versus Evil. Lucifer locked eyes with God and swore that one of them was going to fall before the day was through. And he had no intention of letting himself be the one.
Both sides looked to their leaders, waiting for the command to attack. Lucifer stared at God for a long time, the other man matching the hatred in Lucifer’s eyes with a hatred of His own.
They exchanged words; both promising that this would be the first and last time they came to blows. One of them was going to die.
One uttered command was all it took before Lucifer’s Angels attacked. They were strong, much stronger than Lucifer could have anticipated and he felt a surge of pride as he saw his Angel fighting viciously with a female Angel Lucifer didn’t care to know the name of.
Not one to stand back and watch others have all the fun, Lucifer entered the throng of battling bodies. He grinned when he saw God’s Angels falling to the floor, their broken bodies crumpled as their killer moved on to the next.
God was fighting Ryan, a young Angel Lucifer had recruited in the hope he would prove useful. He appeared to be holding his own against God but Lucifer wanted the glory of killing Him for himself.
Hordes of Angels kept him away though and he watched as Ryan was beheaded, his bloodied corpse falling to the floor with a loud thud.
Desperate to get past the Angels that were blocking his path, Lucifer snarled and swung his sword. He took down several Angels with one movement but still he was prevented from moving closer to his target.
The battle raged for hours until there were only a few remaining on either side. Lucifer stood in the middle of the dead. He was covered with blood and he was panting heavily. God was standing a short distance away and he looked just like Lucifer, covered from head to toe in the blood of the slain.
Lucifer grinned to himself, seeing his chance. God was unprotected and vulnerable to his second in command’s attack.
He took several steps forward, intent on completing his mission, when he heard begging. His stride faltered when he saw his Angel lying amongst the broken and decapitated bodies, bleeding from a wound to the stomach.
Lucifer felt himself torn between helping his beloved and fulfilling what he knew to be his destiny. Before Lucifer could make the choice, God’s advisor raised his sword high above his head.
Lucifer had never heard such a sound as the one torn from his throat as the sword was brought down, slicing cleanly through the flesh.
~
A jolt awoke the Angel, whose skin now held a thin coat of cold sweat. His hand went up to touch his throat where the sword had cut him. But there was nothing on his skin.
The dream had felt so real, so vivid. It had been as though he were experiencing those moments for himself. Everyone in the dream had seemed so familiar to him; as though he had seen them before but he couldn’t remember when or where.
He lay back against the pillows, looking up at the ceiling above him. The noises from the city street below his window floated in through the open window as he tried to remember the dream. But it seemed that the more he thought about it, the faster the dream slipped away from him. Until he eventually fell asleep once more, forgetting about the dream completely.
~
Tim awoke with a start, crying out his Angel’s name. He panted and looked around him in confusion, trying to remember where he was. It took him a moment before he realized that the jolt he felt had been the plane he was on, landing in New York’s JFK airport.
He looked at the people around him and rolled his eyes when he noticed that not one of the first class passengers was breathing; all had been killed one way or another.
He groaned as he pulled himself to his feet, his muscles protesting a little as he grabbed his and Eric’s bags. The other man was nowhere in sight but Tim knew that all he had to do was follow the bodies and he’d find his friend who was nothing if not predictable.
Tim, however, was proved wrong when he found the door to the cockpit open. “I didn’t know you could fly,” Tim commented, looking at the twisted bodies of the pilot and his co-pilot.
Eric grinned. “It’s easy,” he shrugged. “Once you get the hang of the…”
Tim raised a hand. “Eric, shut it,” he snapped. “I don’t really care.” Eric’s mouth snapped closed abruptly. “Come on,” he said, handing Eric his bag. “We should get going. This country is very big and it’ll take a while to search it.”
Eric sighed and grabbed his bag, making sure to step on the pilot’s chest as he followed Tim to the door. “Do you know how to open these things?” he asked, looking over Tim’s shoulder at the locking mechanism.
“It’s easy,” Tim shrugged, placing a hand on the door and pushing with all his unhuman-like strength. “You just have to push,” he smirked when the door flew off its hinges.
Both of them stepped from the plane, falling to the ground several feet below where Eric landed with all the grace of a cat. He turned to face Tim, who was on one knee with his hand clutching his chest and a grimace on his face.
“Sir,” he gasped, dropping to his knees next to Tim. “What’s wrong?”
Tim couldn’t hear the words though. The only thing he could hear was the sound of blood rushing in his ears and his Angel’s voice whispering his name. “This is the right place, Eric,” he whispered, the pain in his chest beginning to subside once more. “I know it is.”
Eric frowned, clearly wondering how Tim could tell but he knew that an airport runway was not the best place for explanations. “We have to go,” he urged, helping Tim get to his feet as his best friend’s pain ebbed away.
Tim nodded his head and picked his bag up once more, allowing Eric to lead him down the runway to an SUV was waiting to whisk them away to the hotel.
~
New York City
Mac looked in disgust at the building he was standing in front of. The old Church was badly in need of repair and Mac was pretty sure the roof was about to cave in on the three people gathered for Mass inside.
He was sure he was in the wrong place. With all the people that were in North America there was no way a handful of Angels could find one soul. They were scatted all over, with dozens in all the major cities but so far none of them had been able to locate Lucifer’s Angel.
Mac suspected that they were close when he heard reports of a plane arriving at JFK, all of its passengers and crew - even the pilots - slain. Lucifer had to know that God would send His best to Earth. The Devil had already underestimated God’s power and the lengths He was willing to go to in order to protect the holy beliefs and realm. It would be foolish of Lucifer to make the same mistake again.
Mac had been the head of God’s army long before Lucifer’s attempt at a take over and he had never witnessed God as angry as he had been the day Lucifer was banished.
Mac leant against the railings of the Churchyard, watching as a young man, who couldn’t have been any older than twenty, shook a can of spray paint and began decorating the crumbling walls with graffiti.
Inside Mac felt like he should intervene; do something to stop the vandal from defacing a holy building. But before he could act the doors opened, and he watched as a young priest in training stepped out of the building.
“Hey!” the priest yelled, startling the young man a little. “What’d you think you’re doing?” he demanded.
The kid had his back to Mac but the Angel could tell his gaze had moved to the priest. “Makin’ this place look more homey.” He pointed to the words he had sprayed, which Mac could read as ‘God sucked my cock. And it was good’.
The priest’s eyes roamed over the letters and he crossed himself, his eyes closing momentarily. “You’re soul is going to burn in Hell if you aren’t careful, kid.”
“Well, at least I’ll be nice and toasty. Hey, do you reckon the Devil’s heating bill is expensive?” the kid asked.
Mac couldn’t help the quiet chuckled the escaped as he witnessed the man’s blatant blasphemous attitude.
The priest took hold of his arm. “I can save you. Please. Come inside and let me help.”
“Maybe I don’t wanna be saved. You ever think that the thought o’ being damned makes my cock rock hard?” He cupped the priest’s groin with his free hand.
The priest jumped back as though an electric current had passed through his body and the man saw his opening. He pulled his arm back and punched the priest in the jaw, the blow snapping his head to the side. He laughed and took off in a sprint across the churchyard. The priest immediately ran after him, determined to stop him from getting away.
Mac sighed, feeling a little sad that the young man appeared to be one soul that would fit in perfectly with Lucifer’s minions.
He glanced back up at the Church before looking at his watch. He frowned when he saw the display. He stepped away from the railing and set off down the street. It was obvious that the Angel he was looking for was not here and they were running out of time.
~
Tim stood on the hotel balcony, looking over the city. The Church of St Anthony was across the street from them and while it was only the cemetery and back entrance that he could see, it was obvious that the building was badly neglected and very much an eyesore. Although the graffiti made Tim feel very impressed that people in this neighborhood appeared to be very anti-God.
Which meant that more souls would be his.
When he had been kicked down from Heaven a competition of sorts began. God didn’t want to Lucifer to have the upper hand on Him or more people under his command. And Tim wanted the same.
Each man sent their Angels to collect the souls. Due to God’s idea of freewill a simple task would inevitably become a persuading game. Each Angel tried to convince the deceased that they would be better off with them.
He laughed loud when a boy came running around from the front of the Church, a priest a hundred feet behind him.
At the Church gate the youth paused for a moment, clutching his chest and holding onto the gate for balance. His hand was over his heart, in the same spot Tim felt pain.
Tim groaned and clutched the railing in front of him in a desperate attempt to prevent himself from crashing to the ground.
Tim’s brown eyes were wide as he studied the figure on the ground below. The pain he felt in his chest was unbearable, pushing all thoughts out of his head. He wanted to go down to the young man, but he couldn’t move his feet.
As quickly as the pain arrived it had disappeared from both Tim’s chest and the other man’s. A shout from the priest behind him, seemed to snap the young man out of his daze and he tore out of the Church yard and down the street, turning the corner and disappearing out of sight.
“Eric!” Tim shouted loudly, through the open patio doors.
“Yeah?” The other man stepped out on to balcony, a towel around his waist as he ran another over his hair.
“I’ve just seen him,” Tim stated, knowing that Eric would know who he meant.
Eric paused in his movements. “What? Where?” he questioned.
Tim pointed to the Church. “Find him, Eric. I know it was him. I felt it.”
Tim gave Eric a description of the young man, before Eric headed into the room to get dressed. Tim turned back to the street, his eyes flickering over to where the man had gone. After waiting and searching for so long the time had finally arrived. His Angel was within his reach and waiting for him.
~
Eric would never admit it to Tim but he had no idea how he was supposed to find the Devil’s Angel in a city as big as New York.
He had already searched every building in the direction he had been sent, but there was no sign of anyone who resembled Tim’s description. He was running out of ideas and knew that there was no way he was going to return back to the hotel alone. Tim would have his head on a platter if he did.
The brown-eyed man smirked to himself as he turned a corner. He had no idea where to look, but he knew that there was one person who would have a pretty good idea on how to find this guy.
Pushing the doors to the 37th Precinct open, a rush of cool air hit him, which made him shiver violently.
The woman on reception lifted her head and looked at him through thick rimmed glasses. “Yes?” she drawled.
Eric, fighting against his natural instincts, plastered a smile across his face and gave her the name of the detective he was looking for.
One quick phone call was all it took and a few minutes later the elevator doors opened and a tall man with black hair stepped out into the lobby.
“Detective,” Eric greeted with a nod of his head.
Don Flack’s eyes widened as he saw who was waiting for him. “Eric?” he whispered, pulling Eric around the corner and out of sight from any people or security cameras. “What are you doing here?”
Eric studied Don’s face for a long while before stepping forward and pinning Don to the wall behind him. The blue eyed man moaned quietly and his hands went to rest on Eric’s hips as their tongues tangled.
Eric rubbed himself against Don, nibbling his lower lip and kissing him hard before pulling back, gasping for breath. “God…” he groaned.
“What a way to say hello,” Don gasped, his chest heaving as his lungs struggled to regain the oxygen they’d lost.
Eric blushed a little and Don couldn’t help chuckling; it was very rare that Eric displayed any kind of qualities other than confidence and arrogance. “Sorry,” he mumbled. “I’ve just been dying to do that for thirty years.”
“I wasn’t complaining,” Don smirked. He pulled Eric closer, tangling his fingers in the shorter man’s dark hair, kissing him deeply.
This time it was Eric’s turn to moan as his mouth was devoured completely by the other Angel. “Believe it or not,” Eric whispered against Don’s mouth, “I didn’t come here just to make out.”
“I figured as much,” Don replied, resting his forehead against Eric’s. “But after thirty years of being apart, you gotta admit that making out is kinda fun.”
Eric smirked and nipped at Don’s bottom lip again. “Oh, yeah,” he agreed.
Don’s hands ran down his back, stroking his spine lazily. “So what made you come all the way to Earth?”
“I didn’t come alone. Tim’s here as well,” he said.
“Lucifer? On Earth?” Don repeated in surprise. “Gotta say. I wasn’t expectin’ that.”
“We were in Rome.”
“Does he know the full prophecy yet?” Don asked, his fingers toying with the hair on the back of Eric’s neck. He grinned when the Angel shivered and nodded. “When did you arrive in New York?”
“A few days ago,” Eric whispered. “I would have come to see you sooner but…”
“Wait,” Don frowned. “A few days ago a whole plane load of people was killed. The plane came here from Rome.” Eric grinned widely at the memories of killing all those people. “Wow,” Don whistled. “You managed to kill everyone on the flight and still managed to land it. I’m impressed. Have you found him yet?”
“Tim saw him a few hours ago and I’ve been looking for him ever since but it’s beginning to look like he was imaging things.” Eric sighed.
“Don’t let him hear you saying that,” Don advised. “Do you know what the guy looks like?” Eric nodded and described the young man he was looking for. “You’re kidding me, right?” Don scoffed.
“Why would I be kidding you?” Eric retorted. “You know him then?” he asked, feeling hopeful.
“I’ve arrested the little shit about twelve times personally,” Don nodded. “Was planning on nabbing his soul for the Boss when he gets himself killed by some drug junkie as a matter of fact.”
“Do you know where he lives?”
“I can do you one better than that,” Don grinned. “Bonasera arrested him about forty-five minutes ago. Apparently he was vandalizing St Anthony’s.”
“That’s where Tim saw him,” Eric informed him.
“Then it’s gotta be same person,” Don surmised.
The homicide detective led Eric through the lobby and down a corridor where their holding cells were.
~
Mac paused at the corner, looking up at the street sign. He sighed when he realized he had been down this street three times before. He was going in circles. He knew he should give up, that all the signs were pointing to this being the wrong place. But the plane killings had to be Lucifer’s work; an Angel in the police station had called him to tell him that there were no suspects. But whoever had done it had taken the time to inscribe ‘I’m back’ into the blood. Everything just seemed a little too perfect to be coincidental.
Mac decided upon his next course of action and set off in the direction of the NYPD’s 37th Precinct. Time was getting dangerously short and he had no idea where to look next. Hopefully a fresh set of eyes would make things clearer.
The lobby was empty when he arrived, save for the be-spectacled young girl on the reception desk. Mac flashed her his best smile and requested the detective he was looking for.
“Mac?” a surprised voice asked from the elevator a short while later.
Mac turned and grinned at the woman who was now standing in front of him. “Hey, Stella,” he greeted. “It’s been too long.”
Stella nodded. “Yeah,” she whispered, hugging him tightly. She pulled him away from the desk and quietly inquired as to whether he had found Lucifer’s Angel yet.
“Not yet,” Mac sighed. “I was hoping you might have some ideas. We’ve searched the entire city and there’s just no sign of him.”
“Do you know what he looks like?” she asked.
“Not really,” Mac admitted. “I’m hoping he still looks similar.”
Stella frowned as she tried to remember what the Angel had looked liked. It had been eons since the battle and Stella found her memories of that time getting fuzzier and fuzzier with every passing millennia.
Suddenly it hit her. The young man she had arrested earlier. Everything about him clicked with her memories of the Angel. His stance, his attitude, his features. “I think I know who you’re looking for,” she whispered. “I arrested a kid earlier for vandalizing St Anthony’s.”
“St Anthony’s?” Mac repeated, feeling his stomach clench in realization.
“He’s in lock-up,” Stella informed him, stalking towards the holding cells. “He’s here,” she said, stopping at the end cell which was empty. “What the…?”
Someone behind them made a disapproving noise. They turned to look at Eric and Don who were stood a few feet away. “I thought you guys weren’t allowed to use language like that?” Don smirked.
“Fuck off, Flack,” Stella snapped.
Don ignored her and turned to look at Mac. “Well, well, well,” he said, “Mac Taylor. He’s really sending out the big guns isn’t He? Must be afraid Lucifer will find his Angel first,” he mused, looking at Eric.
“Must be,” Eric agreed with a nod of his head.
All four Angel’s fell silent, each trying to stare the other down. Trying to make the other Angels feel intimidated. But it didn’t work.
Stella and Don had been putting up with each other for almost ten years, competing between themselves as they tried to best each other in their day jobs.
Mac had never seen Eric as a threat, he was nowhere near as powerful as his Ruler.
And Eric had always believed Mac to be too mild-mannered to be thought of as a danger. He was too bound by rules and his morality.
“Hey, guys!” Adam, a young warden, interrupted their staring contest, “you looking for the kid that was in there?”
“Yeah,” Don and Stella replied, not taking their eyes off each other.
“The priest decided to drop the charges so the DA made us release him,” Adam informed them.
He frowned when the four people - two detectives and two strangers he had never seen - left the area in a hurry. “Okay then,” he mumbled to himself, turning back to his magazine and laughing at something inside its covers.
~
“You do know where this kid lives, right?” Eric asked as he followed Don down to the squad car.
“Yeah,” Don replied, quickly unlocking the door and climbing into the driver’s seat. “In the most run down area on Staten Island.” He turned the key and put his foot on the gas, speeding out of the parking lot with the sirens howling and the lights flashing. “The only problem is that Bonasera knows the place as well.”
“Crap,” Eric muttered, speaking both his and Don’s minds.
~
Don didn’t think he’d ever gotten to Staten Island as fast. He thought that it had to be some kind of land speed record or something.
Both his and Stella’s squad cars pulled up outside the run down house at the same time. Don had barely shut off the engine before Eric jumped out of the car.
There was a man stood on the porch with a gun trained on the young man Mac had seen vandalizing the Church earlier. He could see the resemblance now and he still hated himself for not seeing it sooner.
“I warned you, punk,” the man with the gun snarled. “I told you if I ever saw you on my turf again I’d kill you. I saw you around St Anthony’s this morning. That’s my turf.”
“Didn’t know you owned the country, Stetler,” the kid scoffed.
“You’ve pushed it too far this time,” Stetler replied. “It’s over for you.” He squeezed the trigger, firing a bullet into the young man’s chest.
“Freeze!” Stella shouted, her cop instincts kicking in as she drew her own gun and trained it on Stetler. “You’re under arrest,” she told him, stepping up onto the porch.
“Oh crap,” Stetler cursed, dropping the gun to the floor as Stella cuffed his hands behind his back before leading him to her squad car, where she tossed him in the back seat.
“Eric,” Don whispered. “Look.”
Eric followed his gaze and immediately saw what the blue eyed man was referring to. The kid had fallen to the floor, bleeding out onto the decaying wood of the porch. Standing over the body was the kid’s soul, his eyes wide as he looked down at his body. “What the hell happened?” he demanded.
Eric stepped back and allowed Don to handle the kid. The reason they had been apart for so long was that Don had been assigned a role as soul collector for eighty years. It was his job to convince the souls of the deceased that it would benefit them more to spend eternity with Satan.
“You were shot, Danny,” Don said bluntly.
The kid’s eyes turned on Don. “You,” he snarled. “I bet you did this to me, you bastard!”
Don growled and his eyes flashed. “I didn’t kill you,” he snapped. “Stetler did. What the hell did you get yourself into this time, Messer?”
Danny Messer rolled his eyes. “I didn’t do nothin’, Flack.” His blue eyes shifted over to Stella. “You here for me again? You ain’t gonna arrest me, Bonasera. For fuck’s sake, even dead a guy can’t get no peace,” he rolled his eyes.
“We’re here for you, Danny,” Stella agreed. “But not to arrest you. You need to make a choice.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Danny scoffed.
Eric stepped around Don, deciding that enough was enough. It was time to end this. “We’re Angels, Danny,” he told him.
Danny looked at him incredulously. “Like Holy Angels? With wings and halos and all that?”
Eric laughed at the look on his face. “Well, we definitely don’t have wings and halos. As to being ‘Holy Angels’, me and Flack aren’t,” he disagreed. “Those two,” he cocked his head towards Mac and Stella, “are God’s Angels.”
“So who are you two?”
“They were sent by Lucifer to claim your soul,” Mac answered for Eric. Danny’s blue eyes turned to him, widening a little. “You have to make a choice, Danny. You have to choose between burning in Hell for all eternity or living in Paradise.”
“Paradise?” Danny repeated, his eyes lighting up at the thought.
“Don’t listen to him,” Don instructed. “Do you really want to spend the rest of eternity following rules that were made by some guy who does nothing but sit behind a desk all day?” Danny tilted his head to the side. “Everything you do now is forbidden in Heaven.”
“But if you come with us, we can free you from everything that binds you,” Eric added. “Everything you want will be given to you immediately. Drugs, sex, women, men, everything.”
Danny bit his lip in thought and turned back to Mac and Stella, waiting for their further argument. If the situation hadn’t been so serious he might have laughed at the absurdity of the proceedings.
“Nothing they say is true,” Stella said softly. “They’re demons,” she spat, “creatures who are too greedy for their own good and now they’re trying to take back what isn’t rightfully theirs. Do you really think that they will deliver all they promise?” she asked.
Danny moved down the porch a few steps, seemingly having made his decision before pausing.
Stella saw the hesitation in his eyes and took her opportunity. “They’re just like everyone else; promising something they have no intention on delivering.”
Something flashed across Danny’s blue eyes and he continued further down the stairs.
“Think, Danny,” Eric said, feeling the pressure now. It was obvious the young man wanted to side with Mac and Stella. “How can God be as wonderful as people make him out to be?” He took a few steps closer to the stairs.
Don had done some background work on Danny before and knew how twisted and dark a past he had. Deciding that the only way to win this fight was to play dirty, he took over from Eric.
“Where was God when your Pops lost his job and started drinkin’? Did God stop him from beating you unconscious and putting you in the hospital?” Danny’s eyes grew darker at the memory as he continued listening to Don.
“What about when your Mom killed herself ‘cause she couldn’t stand his drinkin’? Did God stop her from slicing her wrists with those razor blades?”
Danny shook his head and Eric could see that he was clearly fighting down tears.
“And Louie?” Don continued, sensing that Danny’s walls were close to breaking. “Did God stop Pratt from beating him to death on this very porch?”
Mac sighed; he’d had enough of Don’s talk. It was time to end this. “Those were God’s way of testing your character. They made you a stronger person.”
The four Angel’s fell silent, watching as Danny descended the remaining steps and stopped at the bottom. “He’s right,” he whispered.
Don and Mac looked at each other in confusion; neither of them knowing whom Danny was referring to. “God has never been there for me in the past,” he reminded everyone. “Why should I choose Him now?” He walked over to Eric and Don. “I’m going with them,” he said firmly, leaving no room for argument.
Don smirked and placed a hand on Danny’s shoulder. “Looks like we won.”
“This is just the beginning,” Mac assured him.
“Bring it on,” Eric grinned, ushering Danny towards the car. It was time for Lucifer to be reunited with his Angel once more. And, he thought as he grinned over at Don, they had some catching up of their own to do.
~
Tim was lying on his back, staring up at the ceiling absently. He had tried to sleep but every time he closed his eyes he kept replaying the past over and over again. He could feel the pull between him and his Angel but if he were perfectly honest with himself he didn’t think Eric would be able to locate him again.
The door opened and Eric entered the room. “Did you find him?” was the first thing Tim asked as he pushed himself into an upright position.
“Well,” Eric paused, trying to figure out his words. “I’ve got good news and bad news.” Tim looked at him with his eyebrows raised and Eric continued. “He sent Mac to Earth.”
Tim rolled his eyes. “Great,” he drawled sarcastically. “And that had better be the bad news,” he threatened.
Eric grinned widely. “Oh it is. I found Don,” he informed Tim.
Tim looked at him in surprise before a smile spread across his face, momentarily forgetting his own troubles. “You did?” Eric nodded. “Good for you, Eric.”
The door opened again and Don entered the room. “Sir,” he nodded in greeting. “I believe we found someone you were looking for.”
Tim watched as Don tugged on the hand he was holding and the kid he had seen earlier came through the door. The shock of who the newcomer was hit him like a freight train.
After all his years of searching and all his doubts about finding his Angel, he was standing in front of him, looking just the same as he had the last time they had been together.
“Danny Messer this is Tim Speedle,” Eric introduced them.
Danny smiled nervously. “Nice to meet you,” he whispered, feeling more shy than he had ever felt in his life.
Slowly Tim got off of the bed and crossed the room, standing in front of Danny and looking into his bright blue eyes.
He smiled and gently reached out. Placing his hands on Danny’s hips he carefully pulled him closer, pressing their lips together softly.
Tim couldn’t help the sigh of happiness that escaped him when he felt Danny kiss him back, albeit a little reluctantly at first. When Tim ran his tongue across Danny’s lower lip the other man seemed to become more confident and he pushed Tim’s tongue out of the way and slid his own in the taller man’s mouth.
Tim moaned quietly as his hands slid around Danny’s back, cupping his ass and rubbing against him.
As they kissed, Don leant down and nipped on Eric’s earlobe. “That givin’ you any ideas, Delko?” he whispered.
Eric grinned at the younger man. “I can think of a few, Flack.” He glanced back over his shoulder at Tim and Danny, who were still kissing passionately. “Let’s give them some time alone,” he said, grinning up at his lover as they both headed into the sitting room.
Danny, feeling even bolder now, ran his hands down Tim’s torso and up under his baggy shirt. Tim moaned softly when he felt Danny’s fingertips on the muscles of his chest. He pressed into the blonde’s touch when his fingers found Tim’s nipples, tugging them hard.
“Danny,” Tim panted, pulling his mouth away from Danny’s abruptly. “There’s something you need to know,” he whispered.
“I already know who you are,” Danny replied, nipping at Tim’s earlobe.
“You do?” Tim questioned in surprise, unable to hide the shiver that ran through his body.
“Eric told me,” Danny said bashfully.
Any other words that Tim might have been able to say were cut off when Danny’s lips covered his, devouring his mouth hungrily.
Deciding that as long as Danny knew who he was and what he was getting himself into, everything would be okay, Tim kissed him back as he led him over to the large bed in the center of the room.
“Trust me,” Tim whispered in Danny’s ear, gently pushing him down onto the mattress.
Danny grinned at him and leant back against the pillows. The look in his eyes told Tim that he did trust him and that thought overwhelmed Tim a little. No one had trusted him like that for eons. Almost everyone else showed fear in his presence, but not Danny. Danny appeared to be more than happy to lay back and let Tim take care of him.
Tim reached over and unfastened Danny’s baggy jeans, pulling them and his underwear down and off. He grinned as he took in Danny’s cock, which was already hard and leaking with pre-come.
Danny moaned and tipped his head back when Tim leant down and flicked his tongue across the head of his cock.
Tim grinned widely and pulled Danny’s T-shirt off, tossing it across the room as he ducked his head to suck and nibble on the younger man’s nipples.
Danny gasped, his hand tangling in Tim’s dark curly hair. Tim slid a hand up Danny’s thigh and between his legs, searching for his lover’s entrance.
Danny shifted back against Tim’s probing fingers, pushing them into his body further. He ran his hand down the brown-eyed man’s back and pulled him closer, moaning into his mouth when Tim pushed further into his body.
Tim brushed against Danny’s prostate, sending sparks of pleasure shooting up his spine. “Tim,” Danny breathed. “Please. I need you; all of you.”
Tim smiled and kissed Danny passionately before withdrawing his fingers and reaching for the lube. He frowned when Danny grabbed hold of his wrist and shook his head.
“I will not hurt you,” he said firmly.
Danny smiled. “You won’t,” he assured him, sucking and nibbling on Tim’s lower lip. “Please,” he added, looking into the other man’s dark eyes.
Tim studied Danny, looking deep into his eyes as though he was trying to see into the younger man’s head. “Okay,” he whispered.
Tim climbed off the bed, pulling his clothes and underwear off. Danny watched every move Tim made, licking his lips hungrily when Tim’s cock sprang free from the confines of his clothing.
Both men moaned when Tim climbed onto the bed. He crawled up Danny’s body, covering him completely and he devoured the blonde’s mouth.
Danny whimpered quietly and pressed back against Tim as he slowly slid inside Danny’s warm and tight body.
Tim ran his hands up Danny’s muscled chest, urging him to relax and allow Tim further inside him.
Danny gasped and moaned when he felt Tim brush against the tiny bundle of nerves that was buried deep inside him. The blonde’s internal muscles tightened around him and Tim echoed Danny’s moan with one of his own.
Tim set a fast pace, pulling out of Danny almost completely before slamming back in balls deep. He wanted it to last longer, but this wasn’t about making love. It was about reconnecting their souls.
Danny wrapped his legs around Tim’s back, pulling him deeper and deeper as each thrust hit his prostate. Unable to hold on any more, Danny’s back arched and he came with a loud cry of Tim’s name.
The increase of friction around Tim’s cock made his breath hitch and after several more thrusts he was spilling himself deep inside Danny, screaming his name in pleasure.
~
Eric groaned lightly at the moans and gasps that were coming from the other room.
He glanced over at Don and grinned. Don was staring straight at him, his blue eyes unwavering as he took several steps towards Eric.
“Something on your mind?” Eric smirked, feeling the lust rolling off of Don.
Don grinned back at him and roughly pushed him against the wall, kissing him deeply. Eric moaned, wrapping one leg around Don’s back and pulling him closer.
Don’s hands fumbled with Eric’s zipper, lust clouding his brain so much that he couldn’t even remember how to work such a simple device.
Eric gasped and pressed into Don’s hand when the homicide detective’s fingers curled around his cock. “Don,” he murmured, licking the shell of his ear.
Eric didn’t need to speak for Don to know what the other Angel needed to feel. The blue eyed man stepped away from his lover and pushed his trousers down to his ankles.
Eric kicked the trousers to one side before reaching out to Don, pulling the younger Angel closer. They kissed hard and passionately; Eric’s tongue tangling with Don’s, tasting every inch of his mouth.
Don unfastened his own trousers and pulled his hard cock free from his underwear. He moaned when he swiped his thumb across his swollen head, smearing pre-come around him.
He placed one hand on the wall next to Eric’s head and kissed him hard as he slid into him in one thrust. Eric moaned against Don’s lips and wrapped both legs around his lover’s slim waist, dragging him even deeper into him.
It felt like it had been centuries since he felt Don’s hands on his body. Every touch of his skin was sending shivers of pleasure up Eric’s spine and he knew that he wouldn’t last long.
Don brushed against his prostate and Eric tossed his head back, crying out loud as he came over Don’s hand, tightening his muscles around the blue eyed man’s cock.
Eric looked up into Don’s eyes, watching as the last of his control ebbed away and he pushed into Eric’s body, burying himself and his seed deep inside Lucifer’s second in command.
~
Mac and Stella had parted ways shortly after losing Danny’s soul to Lucifer. Stella had gone back to the police station to book Stetler for murder, leaving Mac to return to Heaven and tell God the bad news himself.
He was not looking forward to it. God’s temper was usually restrained and kept well under control, but occasionally there was something that would just push Him over the edge and it usually had something to do with Lucifer.
“Come in,” God instructed gruffly when Mac knocked on His door. “Mac,” he greeted when he saw who his visitor was. “I hope you come bearing good news?”
Mac sighed and shook his head. “Lucifer took Eric Delko with him.”
God snorted with laughter. “We should have known that. They never did anything without the other before. No reason why they should stop now.”
“Delko and Flack managed to persuade Danny, Lucifer’s Angel, that he was better off with them.”
“Why did you let him choose?” God asked.
Mac frowned. “Free will.”
God leant forward, leaning His hands on the desk. “I told you to do whatever you had to in order to ensure Lucifer was not reunited with him.” He got to His feet and headed over to the window. “I was hoping it wasn’t going to come down to this,” He whispered, “but I’m going to have to kill Lucifer myself.”
~
On Earth a thunderstorm rolled over New York City, the thunderclaps rattling the walls of the hotel suite. Danny and Tim were lying in bed watching the music channels and listening to the rain on the windows.
Eric had taken it upon himself to move in with Don for a few days, giving them sometime alone with each other.
“Is it true that it only thunders when God’s pissed off?” Danny asked, tracing little patterns on Tim’s chest and abdomen.
Tim laughed. “I doubt it,” he shook his head. “Although I’m pretty sure He’s pissed. We’re together again and I know for certain that it was the last thing He wanted.”
Danny grinned and leant up to kiss him softly. Tim sighed contentedly and whispered his name happily.
Danny frowned and leant up on one arm, looking at him curiously. “Why do you call me that?” he asked.
Tim looked up at him in confusion. “Call you what?”
“Gabriel,” Danny answered. “You’ve called me it about five times since we met.”
Tim sighed and looked away, fighting down the memories that were surfacing. “Gabriel is,” he paused, trying to find the words. “Gabriel is who you were before,” he whispered.
A light of recognition dawned in Danny’s eyes immediately. “Oh,” he whispered, lying back down and resting his head on Tim’s shoulder. “So I was Angel Gabriel? As in the Angel Gabriel?”
Tim laughed and shook his head. “In Heaven Gabriel is as popular a name as Daniel is on Earth.”
Danny chuckled and kissed Tim’s shoulder softly. “Why don’t I remember stuff like that?” he asked.
“It was a long time ago, Danny,” Tim reminded him. “You might remember stuff eventually.” Tim kissed the top of Danny’s head softly. “I wouldn’t worry about it too much.”
~
Heaven
Mac glanced over at his army. God had ordered him to gather his finest soldiers and then whomever he could find, willing to offer their services.
A bloody battle was looming on the horizon. The soldier could feel it. Every inch of his being was telling him that there was no way they could make it out of this battle alive. But his common sense was telling him that there was no way Lucifer could be allowed to gain control of Heaven; it would destroy everything God had worked so hard to create.
~
New York City
The sword felt heavy in his hands, yet somehow it felt strangely right. “Why is this battle gonna be a sword fight?” Danny asked, looking up at Tim.
Tim laughed and stretched his muscles. “Because God likes to be in control of what’s happening around Him. Guns are unpredictable, they can go off by accident and the bullets could hit the wrong person.” Tim moved behind Danny, taking hold of his wrists.
“Think of a sword as an extension of your arm,” Tim continued. “You need to keep your wrists steady. Cutting through bone is hard the first few times you do it. Your wrist will want to snap under the pressure, but just remember that one fluid movement makes it easier to perform the task than several jerky ones.”
Danny nodded his head and leant back against Tim. Over the past week Danny couldn’t seem to get enough of his lover.
“Obviously, you know that Angels cannot be killed by a mortal wound.” Danny nodded his head. “To kill an Angel you need to take their head. One clean movement and they’ll be history. You cannot leave an Angel wounded because they recover faster than humans and they will come after you.”
“How can gods be killed?” Danny asked. “The same way?”
Tim shook his head. “A god’s skin is thicker than an Angels. It’s tougher and harder to penetrate. A god can only be wounded or killed by another god. No one else is powerful enough. A sword through the heart is the only way to destroy us.”
“Oh,” Danny whispered. “Well, watch out for swords that are coming at your heart then,” he instructed.
Tim grinned and pressed a kiss on Danny’s neck. “I will,” he promised before continuing instructing Danny on the proper way to wield a sword.
~
The realm between Heaven and Earth was one very few people knew existed. It’s barren wasteland was an eyesore and many Angels passed through it as they commuted between Heaven and Earth, although none really paused to take in their surroundings.
Lucifer wanted the battle to take place in Heaven. In the same place they had fought before. But God was not about to allow Lucifer readmission into heaven.
Which ultimately meant that Angels on both sides were standing face to face. The leaders stood at the center, looking intently into each other’s eyes.
“This is your last chance,” God said, His voice sounding amplified in the silence. “Take your Angels and leave. No one will think any less of you.”
Tim rolled his eyes and gave the order to attack. A loud battle cry sounded from those surrounding Angels, and then the only noises that filled the air were the sounds of metal clashing and agonizing screams.
Tim watched as Eric looked through the throng of Angels. Following his friends gaze, Lucifer saw Mac advancing on him. Tim grinned to himself when Eric took a few steps forward. Eric was a trained warrior, his father had been in the army and taught his only son how to wield a sword with ease and skill. Mac would be a good match for him.
Danny had been separated from Tim in the throng of people. But God wasn’t particularly worried about him. He was a young Angel, barely a week old. God knew Danny wouldn’t be able to hold his own against Angels that were thousands of years older than he was.
Marisol Delko passed in front of God. She had been one of the few that had survived the original battle between God and Lucifer, and God wanted to ensure that none of Lucifer’s Angel’s survived. He raised His sword and took her head with one swift movement, her lifeless body falling to the blood stained ground.
Tim watched as Marisol fell. He knew Eric wouldn’t be happy when he found his sister’s death. Tim reached out a grabbed the nearest Angel. Lindsay’s sword clattered to the ground as she struggled against Lucifer’s hold. God moved forward, pushing Angels out of his way as He went.
Before God was close enough to do anything to prevent Lindsay’s fate, Tim drew his sword across her neck, severing her head from her body.
God’s eyes narrowed as he advanced on Tim further. Anyone else would have flinched away in fear, but Tim was more than glad that he was able to produce such a look of hatred in the other man’s eyes.
The blow came out of nowhere, hitting Tim hard on the back of his head. He let out a pained cry and fell to one knee, blinking rapidly as he tried to keep his vision from blurring.
He felt the tip of a sword at his throat and he looked up at God who was standing over him, His sweat mingling with the blood of the fallen.
“I warned you,” God whispered, His eyes glistening menacingly. “I told you that the next time we met would be the day you died, little brother.”
Tim smirked up at him. “You’re right,” he agreed. “One of us will die today. But it will be you…” He wiped blood from the corner of his mouth, “Horatio.”
TBC
Chapter: 2/3
Rating: FRAO
Pairing: Don/Eric, Speed/Eric, Speed/Danny
Fandom: CSI:Miami/NY
Prompt: Dark
Summary: A battle between Good and Evil is brewing. Who will be victorious?
**Warning**: Slash. Sex. Bloodloss and blood play. Mentions of Lucifier, God and religion. Murder. Torture. Violence. Language. MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH.
Author's note: Thank you muchly to White for Beta-ing this HUGE fic for me.
~
Rome
The Trevi looked beautiful at night, Tim thought to himself as he idly strolled to the side of the fountains.
They were due to head to the airport first thing in the morning. He and Eric had gone their separate ways. Eric wanted to taste some of the nightlife that Rome had to offer, but Tim wasn’t feeling up to it so the other man had gone off on his own.
As he walked through the streets he began to think more on what he’d read a few days before. God had to have feared this day would come; otherwise there would have been no need for the monk or his vision.
Tim sat down on the side of the fountain, dipping his fingers in to the cool water causing ripples to spread from his submerged digits.
His emotions were all over the place. He had existed for eons with no one by his side to rule as equals. Now he was closer to his Angel than he had ever been before and he wasn’t entirely sure how he was feeling. Tim had been preparing for their reunion for as long as he could remember. But now everything felt surreal to him.
Eric had reminded him that they still had no idea where to look. But Tim had told him that he was positive he knew where to find the lost piece of his soul. Although he didn’t knew where, exactly. He had to believe that when they were close he would know. The pull was getting stronger by the day and he knew that when they were reunited the feeling would be much more intense. Everyday he could hear his Angel calling out to him, desperate for both souls to be together once more.
Laughter sounded and Tim looked up, rolling his eyes as Eric came into view.
Latched onto his arm was a giggling blonde, who had clearly hit the bottle too hard.
“I thought you were sampling the night life,” Tim commented.
“Oh, I was,” Eric assured him. “But I brought you a present.” He turned to the girl on his arm. “This is my friend I told you about,” he whispered, brushing her hair out of her face as he caressed her cheek and neck.
She giggled again and looked over at Tim. “Eric says you’re a devil in bed,” she told him bluntly.
Tim laughed and smirked. “My dear, I’m the Devil all of the time,” he corrected.
The woman grinned, clearly not believing him. “Anna,” Eric said, placing a hand on the small of her back. “Why don’t you show Tim how talented your mouth is?” he encouraged.
Anna grinned and staggered forward, falling to her knees in front of Tim.
“You’re having too much fun here,” Tim told Eric as Anna unfastened his trousers.
Eric shrugged his shoulders, grinning widely. “It’s not my fault mortal’s feel so good.” Tim groaned and ran his hand through Anna’s hair as she licked her tongue up his shaft. “I told you,” Eric commented smugly.
He kicked his shoes off and rolled his jeans up to his knees. Tim watched as Eric climbed into the fountain, splashing the water around his feet. Anna was still working his cock with her mouth and he tightened his grip on her hair as he came, forcing himself down her throat. Not allowing her to pull her mouth away until she had swallowed everything he gave.
When he finally did release her she was coughing and spluttering, gasping for breath. Before she could ask Tim why he made her swallow everything, Eric called her name and beckoned her into the fountain.
She grinned and clambered over the side, her high-heeled feet sliding on the wet floor. Eric grabbed her by the hair and pushed her down to her knees in the water, forcing her perform the same act she had performed on Tim.
Tim turned and watched in fascination as Anna sucked Eric to and beyond orgasm. Like Tim, Eric held her firmly in place, pushing his cock in hard to come down her throat.
Anna glanced up at Eric when she was allowed to pull away from him. She swallowed nervously when she looked into his eyes. “Is… is something wrong?” she asked.
“No,” Eric answered, running his hand through her hair. “You have a very talented mouth. It’s almost a shame that you’re never going to get to use it again.”
She frowned and opened her mouth to speak when Eric tightened his grip, pushing her down into the water.
Tim licked his lips hungrily, watching Anna struggle as Eric held her under. Eric caught Tim’s gaze as Anna died, the pleasure washing over the both of them.
“Hotel,” Tim said as Anna’s body stopped moving. “Now.”
~
Eric looked over at Lucifer. For the first time since arriving on Earth, Tim appeared to be sleeping peacefully.
Knowing that they were more than likely going to be heading for a battle, Eric got out of his seat and moved away from his friend. Tim would need all the rest he could get, plus there was a flight attendant who looked like he would be fun to play with.
However, despite the way it looked, Tim’s mind was neither resting nor peaceful.
Visions flooded the brunette’s mind as he slept. Memories of a time long since past that he had tried so hard to purge from his thoughts.
Lucifer looked at the Angels around him. This moment had been brewing for years. The time when God would be forced to see that the way He ruled was not working. And now He was going to have to pay the price.
It had taken a long time for Lucifer to separate those that would stand next to him and fight from those who were too cowardly to take a stand for what they believed in.
Everything was going according to plan. They had split into two groups, one to enter through the front of the building and the other through the back.
Lucifer looked to the Angel standing next to him. His Angel. He grinned widely, earning himself a bright smile in return. They would get through this and then rule side by side together for eternity.
He gave the order to move in and both teams entered the building, their swords poised and ready for any resistance they might encounter.
The building was empty. Not even God was sitting at His desk. Lucifer frowned, something was wrong. God was rarely seen away from His desk during the day and even then the building was never empty.
Lucifer wasn’t one to give up easily and when he heard thundering footsteps on the stairs, he knew that he would not be given the option to back out.
God and His warriors entered the room and both sides stared at each other. Good versus Evil. Lucifer locked eyes with God and swore that one of them was going to fall before the day was through. And he had no intention of letting himself be the one.
Both sides looked to their leaders, waiting for the command to attack. Lucifer stared at God for a long time, the other man matching the hatred in Lucifer’s eyes with a hatred of His own.
They exchanged words; both promising that this would be the first and last time they came to blows. One of them was going to die.
One uttered command was all it took before Lucifer’s Angels attacked. They were strong, much stronger than Lucifer could have anticipated and he felt a surge of pride as he saw his Angel fighting viciously with a female Angel Lucifer didn’t care to know the name of.
Not one to stand back and watch others have all the fun, Lucifer entered the throng of battling bodies. He grinned when he saw God’s Angels falling to the floor, their broken bodies crumpled as their killer moved on to the next.
God was fighting Ryan, a young Angel Lucifer had recruited in the hope he would prove useful. He appeared to be holding his own against God but Lucifer wanted the glory of killing Him for himself.
Hordes of Angels kept him away though and he watched as Ryan was beheaded, his bloodied corpse falling to the floor with a loud thud.
Desperate to get past the Angels that were blocking his path, Lucifer snarled and swung his sword. He took down several Angels with one movement but still he was prevented from moving closer to his target.
The battle raged for hours until there were only a few remaining on either side. Lucifer stood in the middle of the dead. He was covered with blood and he was panting heavily. God was standing a short distance away and he looked just like Lucifer, covered from head to toe in the blood of the slain.
Lucifer grinned to himself, seeing his chance. God was unprotected and vulnerable to his second in command’s attack.
He took several steps forward, intent on completing his mission, when he heard begging. His stride faltered when he saw his Angel lying amongst the broken and decapitated bodies, bleeding from a wound to the stomach.
Lucifer felt himself torn between helping his beloved and fulfilling what he knew to be his destiny. Before Lucifer could make the choice, God’s advisor raised his sword high above his head.
Lucifer had never heard such a sound as the one torn from his throat as the sword was brought down, slicing cleanly through the flesh.
~
A jolt awoke the Angel, whose skin now held a thin coat of cold sweat. His hand went up to touch his throat where the sword had cut him. But there was nothing on his skin.
The dream had felt so real, so vivid. It had been as though he were experiencing those moments for himself. Everyone in the dream had seemed so familiar to him; as though he had seen them before but he couldn’t remember when or where.
He lay back against the pillows, looking up at the ceiling above him. The noises from the city street below his window floated in through the open window as he tried to remember the dream. But it seemed that the more he thought about it, the faster the dream slipped away from him. Until he eventually fell asleep once more, forgetting about the dream completely.
~
Tim awoke with a start, crying out his Angel’s name. He panted and looked around him in confusion, trying to remember where he was. It took him a moment before he realized that the jolt he felt had been the plane he was on, landing in New York’s JFK airport.
He looked at the people around him and rolled his eyes when he noticed that not one of the first class passengers was breathing; all had been killed one way or another.
He groaned as he pulled himself to his feet, his muscles protesting a little as he grabbed his and Eric’s bags. The other man was nowhere in sight but Tim knew that all he had to do was follow the bodies and he’d find his friend who was nothing if not predictable.
Tim, however, was proved wrong when he found the door to the cockpit open. “I didn’t know you could fly,” Tim commented, looking at the twisted bodies of the pilot and his co-pilot.
Eric grinned. “It’s easy,” he shrugged. “Once you get the hang of the…”
Tim raised a hand. “Eric, shut it,” he snapped. “I don’t really care.” Eric’s mouth snapped closed abruptly. “Come on,” he said, handing Eric his bag. “We should get going. This country is very big and it’ll take a while to search it.”
Eric sighed and grabbed his bag, making sure to step on the pilot’s chest as he followed Tim to the door. “Do you know how to open these things?” he asked, looking over Tim’s shoulder at the locking mechanism.
“It’s easy,” Tim shrugged, placing a hand on the door and pushing with all his unhuman-like strength. “You just have to push,” he smirked when the door flew off its hinges.
Both of them stepped from the plane, falling to the ground several feet below where Eric landed with all the grace of a cat. He turned to face Tim, who was on one knee with his hand clutching his chest and a grimace on his face.
“Sir,” he gasped, dropping to his knees next to Tim. “What’s wrong?”
Tim couldn’t hear the words though. The only thing he could hear was the sound of blood rushing in his ears and his Angel’s voice whispering his name. “This is the right place, Eric,” he whispered, the pain in his chest beginning to subside once more. “I know it is.”
Eric frowned, clearly wondering how Tim could tell but he knew that an airport runway was not the best place for explanations. “We have to go,” he urged, helping Tim get to his feet as his best friend’s pain ebbed away.
Tim nodded his head and picked his bag up once more, allowing Eric to lead him down the runway to an SUV was waiting to whisk them away to the hotel.
~
New York City
Mac looked in disgust at the building he was standing in front of. The old Church was badly in need of repair and Mac was pretty sure the roof was about to cave in on the three people gathered for Mass inside.
He was sure he was in the wrong place. With all the people that were in North America there was no way a handful of Angels could find one soul. They were scatted all over, with dozens in all the major cities but so far none of them had been able to locate Lucifer’s Angel.
Mac suspected that they were close when he heard reports of a plane arriving at JFK, all of its passengers and crew - even the pilots - slain. Lucifer had to know that God would send His best to Earth. The Devil had already underestimated God’s power and the lengths He was willing to go to in order to protect the holy beliefs and realm. It would be foolish of Lucifer to make the same mistake again.
Mac had been the head of God’s army long before Lucifer’s attempt at a take over and he had never witnessed God as angry as he had been the day Lucifer was banished.
Mac leant against the railings of the Churchyard, watching as a young man, who couldn’t have been any older than twenty, shook a can of spray paint and began decorating the crumbling walls with graffiti.
Inside Mac felt like he should intervene; do something to stop the vandal from defacing a holy building. But before he could act the doors opened, and he watched as a young priest in training stepped out of the building.
“Hey!” the priest yelled, startling the young man a little. “What’d you think you’re doing?” he demanded.
The kid had his back to Mac but the Angel could tell his gaze had moved to the priest. “Makin’ this place look more homey.” He pointed to the words he had sprayed, which Mac could read as ‘God sucked my cock. And it was good’.
The priest’s eyes roamed over the letters and he crossed himself, his eyes closing momentarily. “You’re soul is going to burn in Hell if you aren’t careful, kid.”
“Well, at least I’ll be nice and toasty. Hey, do you reckon the Devil’s heating bill is expensive?” the kid asked.
Mac couldn’t help the quiet chuckled the escaped as he witnessed the man’s blatant blasphemous attitude.
The priest took hold of his arm. “I can save you. Please. Come inside and let me help.”
“Maybe I don’t wanna be saved. You ever think that the thought o’ being damned makes my cock rock hard?” He cupped the priest’s groin with his free hand.
The priest jumped back as though an electric current had passed through his body and the man saw his opening. He pulled his arm back and punched the priest in the jaw, the blow snapping his head to the side. He laughed and took off in a sprint across the churchyard. The priest immediately ran after him, determined to stop him from getting away.
Mac sighed, feeling a little sad that the young man appeared to be one soul that would fit in perfectly with Lucifer’s minions.
He glanced back up at the Church before looking at his watch. He frowned when he saw the display. He stepped away from the railing and set off down the street. It was obvious that the Angel he was looking for was not here and they were running out of time.
~
Tim stood on the hotel balcony, looking over the city. The Church of St Anthony was across the street from them and while it was only the cemetery and back entrance that he could see, it was obvious that the building was badly neglected and very much an eyesore. Although the graffiti made Tim feel very impressed that people in this neighborhood appeared to be very anti-God.
Which meant that more souls would be his.
When he had been kicked down from Heaven a competition of sorts began. God didn’t want to Lucifer to have the upper hand on Him or more people under his command. And Tim wanted the same.
Each man sent their Angels to collect the souls. Due to God’s idea of freewill a simple task would inevitably become a persuading game. Each Angel tried to convince the deceased that they would be better off with them.
He laughed loud when a boy came running around from the front of the Church, a priest a hundred feet behind him.
At the Church gate the youth paused for a moment, clutching his chest and holding onto the gate for balance. His hand was over his heart, in the same spot Tim felt pain.
Tim groaned and clutched the railing in front of him in a desperate attempt to prevent himself from crashing to the ground.
Tim’s brown eyes were wide as he studied the figure on the ground below. The pain he felt in his chest was unbearable, pushing all thoughts out of his head. He wanted to go down to the young man, but he couldn’t move his feet.
As quickly as the pain arrived it had disappeared from both Tim’s chest and the other man’s. A shout from the priest behind him, seemed to snap the young man out of his daze and he tore out of the Church yard and down the street, turning the corner and disappearing out of sight.
“Eric!” Tim shouted loudly, through the open patio doors.
“Yeah?” The other man stepped out on to balcony, a towel around his waist as he ran another over his hair.
“I’ve just seen him,” Tim stated, knowing that Eric would know who he meant.
Eric paused in his movements. “What? Where?” he questioned.
Tim pointed to the Church. “Find him, Eric. I know it was him. I felt it.”
Tim gave Eric a description of the young man, before Eric headed into the room to get dressed. Tim turned back to the street, his eyes flickering over to where the man had gone. After waiting and searching for so long the time had finally arrived. His Angel was within his reach and waiting for him.
~
Eric would never admit it to Tim but he had no idea how he was supposed to find the Devil’s Angel in a city as big as New York.
He had already searched every building in the direction he had been sent, but there was no sign of anyone who resembled Tim’s description. He was running out of ideas and knew that there was no way he was going to return back to the hotel alone. Tim would have his head on a platter if he did.
The brown-eyed man smirked to himself as he turned a corner. He had no idea where to look, but he knew that there was one person who would have a pretty good idea on how to find this guy.
Pushing the doors to the 37th Precinct open, a rush of cool air hit him, which made him shiver violently.
The woman on reception lifted her head and looked at him through thick rimmed glasses. “Yes?” she drawled.
Eric, fighting against his natural instincts, plastered a smile across his face and gave her the name of the detective he was looking for.
One quick phone call was all it took and a few minutes later the elevator doors opened and a tall man with black hair stepped out into the lobby.
“Detective,” Eric greeted with a nod of his head.
Don Flack’s eyes widened as he saw who was waiting for him. “Eric?” he whispered, pulling Eric around the corner and out of sight from any people or security cameras. “What are you doing here?”
Eric studied Don’s face for a long while before stepping forward and pinning Don to the wall behind him. The blue eyed man moaned quietly and his hands went to rest on Eric’s hips as their tongues tangled.
Eric rubbed himself against Don, nibbling his lower lip and kissing him hard before pulling back, gasping for breath. “God…” he groaned.
“What a way to say hello,” Don gasped, his chest heaving as his lungs struggled to regain the oxygen they’d lost.
Eric blushed a little and Don couldn’t help chuckling; it was very rare that Eric displayed any kind of qualities other than confidence and arrogance. “Sorry,” he mumbled. “I’ve just been dying to do that for thirty years.”
“I wasn’t complaining,” Don smirked. He pulled Eric closer, tangling his fingers in the shorter man’s dark hair, kissing him deeply.
This time it was Eric’s turn to moan as his mouth was devoured completely by the other Angel. “Believe it or not,” Eric whispered against Don’s mouth, “I didn’t come here just to make out.”
“I figured as much,” Don replied, resting his forehead against Eric’s. “But after thirty years of being apart, you gotta admit that making out is kinda fun.”
Eric smirked and nipped at Don’s bottom lip again. “Oh, yeah,” he agreed.
Don’s hands ran down his back, stroking his spine lazily. “So what made you come all the way to Earth?”
“I didn’t come alone. Tim’s here as well,” he said.
“Lucifer? On Earth?” Don repeated in surprise. “Gotta say. I wasn’t expectin’ that.”
“We were in Rome.”
“Does he know the full prophecy yet?” Don asked, his fingers toying with the hair on the back of Eric’s neck. He grinned when the Angel shivered and nodded. “When did you arrive in New York?”
“A few days ago,” Eric whispered. “I would have come to see you sooner but…”
“Wait,” Don frowned. “A few days ago a whole plane load of people was killed. The plane came here from Rome.” Eric grinned widely at the memories of killing all those people. “Wow,” Don whistled. “You managed to kill everyone on the flight and still managed to land it. I’m impressed. Have you found him yet?”
“Tim saw him a few hours ago and I’ve been looking for him ever since but it’s beginning to look like he was imaging things.” Eric sighed.
“Don’t let him hear you saying that,” Don advised. “Do you know what the guy looks like?” Eric nodded and described the young man he was looking for. “You’re kidding me, right?” Don scoffed.
“Why would I be kidding you?” Eric retorted. “You know him then?” he asked, feeling hopeful.
“I’ve arrested the little shit about twelve times personally,” Don nodded. “Was planning on nabbing his soul for the Boss when he gets himself killed by some drug junkie as a matter of fact.”
“Do you know where he lives?”
“I can do you one better than that,” Don grinned. “Bonasera arrested him about forty-five minutes ago. Apparently he was vandalizing St Anthony’s.”
“That’s where Tim saw him,” Eric informed him.
“Then it’s gotta be same person,” Don surmised.
The homicide detective led Eric through the lobby and down a corridor where their holding cells were.
~
Mac paused at the corner, looking up at the street sign. He sighed when he realized he had been down this street three times before. He was going in circles. He knew he should give up, that all the signs were pointing to this being the wrong place. But the plane killings had to be Lucifer’s work; an Angel in the police station had called him to tell him that there were no suspects. But whoever had done it had taken the time to inscribe ‘I’m back’ into the blood. Everything just seemed a little too perfect to be coincidental.
Mac decided upon his next course of action and set off in the direction of the NYPD’s 37th Precinct. Time was getting dangerously short and he had no idea where to look next. Hopefully a fresh set of eyes would make things clearer.
The lobby was empty when he arrived, save for the be-spectacled young girl on the reception desk. Mac flashed her his best smile and requested the detective he was looking for.
“Mac?” a surprised voice asked from the elevator a short while later.
Mac turned and grinned at the woman who was now standing in front of him. “Hey, Stella,” he greeted. “It’s been too long.”
Stella nodded. “Yeah,” she whispered, hugging him tightly. She pulled him away from the desk and quietly inquired as to whether he had found Lucifer’s Angel yet.
“Not yet,” Mac sighed. “I was hoping you might have some ideas. We’ve searched the entire city and there’s just no sign of him.”
“Do you know what he looks like?” she asked.
“Not really,” Mac admitted. “I’m hoping he still looks similar.”
Stella frowned as she tried to remember what the Angel had looked liked. It had been eons since the battle and Stella found her memories of that time getting fuzzier and fuzzier with every passing millennia.
Suddenly it hit her. The young man she had arrested earlier. Everything about him clicked with her memories of the Angel. His stance, his attitude, his features. “I think I know who you’re looking for,” she whispered. “I arrested a kid earlier for vandalizing St Anthony’s.”
“St Anthony’s?” Mac repeated, feeling his stomach clench in realization.
“He’s in lock-up,” Stella informed him, stalking towards the holding cells. “He’s here,” she said, stopping at the end cell which was empty. “What the…?”
Someone behind them made a disapproving noise. They turned to look at Eric and Don who were stood a few feet away. “I thought you guys weren’t allowed to use language like that?” Don smirked.
“Fuck off, Flack,” Stella snapped.
Don ignored her and turned to look at Mac. “Well, well, well,” he said, “Mac Taylor. He’s really sending out the big guns isn’t He? Must be afraid Lucifer will find his Angel first,” he mused, looking at Eric.
“Must be,” Eric agreed with a nod of his head.
All four Angel’s fell silent, each trying to stare the other down. Trying to make the other Angels feel intimidated. But it didn’t work.
Stella and Don had been putting up with each other for almost ten years, competing between themselves as they tried to best each other in their day jobs.
Mac had never seen Eric as a threat, he was nowhere near as powerful as his Ruler.
And Eric had always believed Mac to be too mild-mannered to be thought of as a danger. He was too bound by rules and his morality.
“Hey, guys!” Adam, a young warden, interrupted their staring contest, “you looking for the kid that was in there?”
“Yeah,” Don and Stella replied, not taking their eyes off each other.
“The priest decided to drop the charges so the DA made us release him,” Adam informed them.
He frowned when the four people - two detectives and two strangers he had never seen - left the area in a hurry. “Okay then,” he mumbled to himself, turning back to his magazine and laughing at something inside its covers.
~
“You do know where this kid lives, right?” Eric asked as he followed Don down to the squad car.
“Yeah,” Don replied, quickly unlocking the door and climbing into the driver’s seat. “In the most run down area on Staten Island.” He turned the key and put his foot on the gas, speeding out of the parking lot with the sirens howling and the lights flashing. “The only problem is that Bonasera knows the place as well.”
“Crap,” Eric muttered, speaking both his and Don’s minds.
~
Don didn’t think he’d ever gotten to Staten Island as fast. He thought that it had to be some kind of land speed record or something.
Both his and Stella’s squad cars pulled up outside the run down house at the same time. Don had barely shut off the engine before Eric jumped out of the car.
There was a man stood on the porch with a gun trained on the young man Mac had seen vandalizing the Church earlier. He could see the resemblance now and he still hated himself for not seeing it sooner.
“I warned you, punk,” the man with the gun snarled. “I told you if I ever saw you on my turf again I’d kill you. I saw you around St Anthony’s this morning. That’s my turf.”
“Didn’t know you owned the country, Stetler,” the kid scoffed.
“You’ve pushed it too far this time,” Stetler replied. “It’s over for you.” He squeezed the trigger, firing a bullet into the young man’s chest.
“Freeze!” Stella shouted, her cop instincts kicking in as she drew her own gun and trained it on Stetler. “You’re under arrest,” she told him, stepping up onto the porch.
“Oh crap,” Stetler cursed, dropping the gun to the floor as Stella cuffed his hands behind his back before leading him to her squad car, where she tossed him in the back seat.
“Eric,” Don whispered. “Look.”
Eric followed his gaze and immediately saw what the blue eyed man was referring to. The kid had fallen to the floor, bleeding out onto the decaying wood of the porch. Standing over the body was the kid’s soul, his eyes wide as he looked down at his body. “What the hell happened?” he demanded.
Eric stepped back and allowed Don to handle the kid. The reason they had been apart for so long was that Don had been assigned a role as soul collector for eighty years. It was his job to convince the souls of the deceased that it would benefit them more to spend eternity with Satan.
“You were shot, Danny,” Don said bluntly.
The kid’s eyes turned on Don. “You,” he snarled. “I bet you did this to me, you bastard!”
Don growled and his eyes flashed. “I didn’t kill you,” he snapped. “Stetler did. What the hell did you get yourself into this time, Messer?”
Danny Messer rolled his eyes. “I didn’t do nothin’, Flack.” His blue eyes shifted over to Stella. “You here for me again? You ain’t gonna arrest me, Bonasera. For fuck’s sake, even dead a guy can’t get no peace,” he rolled his eyes.
“We’re here for you, Danny,” Stella agreed. “But not to arrest you. You need to make a choice.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Danny scoffed.
Eric stepped around Don, deciding that enough was enough. It was time to end this. “We’re Angels, Danny,” he told him.
Danny looked at him incredulously. “Like Holy Angels? With wings and halos and all that?”
Eric laughed at the look on his face. “Well, we definitely don’t have wings and halos. As to being ‘Holy Angels’, me and Flack aren’t,” he disagreed. “Those two,” he cocked his head towards Mac and Stella, “are God’s Angels.”
“So who are you two?”
“They were sent by Lucifer to claim your soul,” Mac answered for Eric. Danny’s blue eyes turned to him, widening a little. “You have to make a choice, Danny. You have to choose between burning in Hell for all eternity or living in Paradise.”
“Paradise?” Danny repeated, his eyes lighting up at the thought.
“Don’t listen to him,” Don instructed. “Do you really want to spend the rest of eternity following rules that were made by some guy who does nothing but sit behind a desk all day?” Danny tilted his head to the side. “Everything you do now is forbidden in Heaven.”
“But if you come with us, we can free you from everything that binds you,” Eric added. “Everything you want will be given to you immediately. Drugs, sex, women, men, everything.”
Danny bit his lip in thought and turned back to Mac and Stella, waiting for their further argument. If the situation hadn’t been so serious he might have laughed at the absurdity of the proceedings.
“Nothing they say is true,” Stella said softly. “They’re demons,” she spat, “creatures who are too greedy for their own good and now they’re trying to take back what isn’t rightfully theirs. Do you really think that they will deliver all they promise?” she asked.
Danny moved down the porch a few steps, seemingly having made his decision before pausing.
Stella saw the hesitation in his eyes and took her opportunity. “They’re just like everyone else; promising something they have no intention on delivering.”
Something flashed across Danny’s blue eyes and he continued further down the stairs.
“Think, Danny,” Eric said, feeling the pressure now. It was obvious the young man wanted to side with Mac and Stella. “How can God be as wonderful as people make him out to be?” He took a few steps closer to the stairs.
Don had done some background work on Danny before and knew how twisted and dark a past he had. Deciding that the only way to win this fight was to play dirty, he took over from Eric.
“Where was God when your Pops lost his job and started drinkin’? Did God stop him from beating you unconscious and putting you in the hospital?” Danny’s eyes grew darker at the memory as he continued listening to Don.
“What about when your Mom killed herself ‘cause she couldn’t stand his drinkin’? Did God stop her from slicing her wrists with those razor blades?”
Danny shook his head and Eric could see that he was clearly fighting down tears.
“And Louie?” Don continued, sensing that Danny’s walls were close to breaking. “Did God stop Pratt from beating him to death on this very porch?”
Mac sighed; he’d had enough of Don’s talk. It was time to end this. “Those were God’s way of testing your character. They made you a stronger person.”
The four Angel’s fell silent, watching as Danny descended the remaining steps and stopped at the bottom. “He’s right,” he whispered.
Don and Mac looked at each other in confusion; neither of them knowing whom Danny was referring to. “God has never been there for me in the past,” he reminded everyone. “Why should I choose Him now?” He walked over to Eric and Don. “I’m going with them,” he said firmly, leaving no room for argument.
Don smirked and placed a hand on Danny’s shoulder. “Looks like we won.”
“This is just the beginning,” Mac assured him.
“Bring it on,” Eric grinned, ushering Danny towards the car. It was time for Lucifer to be reunited with his Angel once more. And, he thought as he grinned over at Don, they had some catching up of their own to do.
~
Tim was lying on his back, staring up at the ceiling absently. He had tried to sleep but every time he closed his eyes he kept replaying the past over and over again. He could feel the pull between him and his Angel but if he were perfectly honest with himself he didn’t think Eric would be able to locate him again.
The door opened and Eric entered the room. “Did you find him?” was the first thing Tim asked as he pushed himself into an upright position.
“Well,” Eric paused, trying to figure out his words. “I’ve got good news and bad news.” Tim looked at him with his eyebrows raised and Eric continued. “He sent Mac to Earth.”
Tim rolled his eyes. “Great,” he drawled sarcastically. “And that had better be the bad news,” he threatened.
Eric grinned widely. “Oh it is. I found Don,” he informed Tim.
Tim looked at him in surprise before a smile spread across his face, momentarily forgetting his own troubles. “You did?” Eric nodded. “Good for you, Eric.”
The door opened again and Don entered the room. “Sir,” he nodded in greeting. “I believe we found someone you were looking for.”
Tim watched as Don tugged on the hand he was holding and the kid he had seen earlier came through the door. The shock of who the newcomer was hit him like a freight train.
After all his years of searching and all his doubts about finding his Angel, he was standing in front of him, looking just the same as he had the last time they had been together.
“Danny Messer this is Tim Speedle,” Eric introduced them.
Danny smiled nervously. “Nice to meet you,” he whispered, feeling more shy than he had ever felt in his life.
Slowly Tim got off of the bed and crossed the room, standing in front of Danny and looking into his bright blue eyes.
He smiled and gently reached out. Placing his hands on Danny’s hips he carefully pulled him closer, pressing their lips together softly.
Tim couldn’t help the sigh of happiness that escaped him when he felt Danny kiss him back, albeit a little reluctantly at first. When Tim ran his tongue across Danny’s lower lip the other man seemed to become more confident and he pushed Tim’s tongue out of the way and slid his own in the taller man’s mouth.
Tim moaned quietly as his hands slid around Danny’s back, cupping his ass and rubbing against him.
As they kissed, Don leant down and nipped on Eric’s earlobe. “That givin’ you any ideas, Delko?” he whispered.
Eric grinned at the younger man. “I can think of a few, Flack.” He glanced back over his shoulder at Tim and Danny, who were still kissing passionately. “Let’s give them some time alone,” he said, grinning up at his lover as they both headed into the sitting room.
Danny, feeling even bolder now, ran his hands down Tim’s torso and up under his baggy shirt. Tim moaned softly when he felt Danny’s fingertips on the muscles of his chest. He pressed into the blonde’s touch when his fingers found Tim’s nipples, tugging them hard.
“Danny,” Tim panted, pulling his mouth away from Danny’s abruptly. “There’s something you need to know,” he whispered.
“I already know who you are,” Danny replied, nipping at Tim’s earlobe.
“You do?” Tim questioned in surprise, unable to hide the shiver that ran through his body.
“Eric told me,” Danny said bashfully.
Any other words that Tim might have been able to say were cut off when Danny’s lips covered his, devouring his mouth hungrily.
Deciding that as long as Danny knew who he was and what he was getting himself into, everything would be okay, Tim kissed him back as he led him over to the large bed in the center of the room.
“Trust me,” Tim whispered in Danny’s ear, gently pushing him down onto the mattress.
Danny grinned at him and leant back against the pillows. The look in his eyes told Tim that he did trust him and that thought overwhelmed Tim a little. No one had trusted him like that for eons. Almost everyone else showed fear in his presence, but not Danny. Danny appeared to be more than happy to lay back and let Tim take care of him.
Tim reached over and unfastened Danny’s baggy jeans, pulling them and his underwear down and off. He grinned as he took in Danny’s cock, which was already hard and leaking with pre-come.
Danny moaned and tipped his head back when Tim leant down and flicked his tongue across the head of his cock.
Tim grinned widely and pulled Danny’s T-shirt off, tossing it across the room as he ducked his head to suck and nibble on the younger man’s nipples.
Danny gasped, his hand tangling in Tim’s dark curly hair. Tim slid a hand up Danny’s thigh and between his legs, searching for his lover’s entrance.
Danny shifted back against Tim’s probing fingers, pushing them into his body further. He ran his hand down the brown-eyed man’s back and pulled him closer, moaning into his mouth when Tim pushed further into his body.
Tim brushed against Danny’s prostate, sending sparks of pleasure shooting up his spine. “Tim,” Danny breathed. “Please. I need you; all of you.”
Tim smiled and kissed Danny passionately before withdrawing his fingers and reaching for the lube. He frowned when Danny grabbed hold of his wrist and shook his head.
“I will not hurt you,” he said firmly.
Danny smiled. “You won’t,” he assured him, sucking and nibbling on Tim’s lower lip. “Please,” he added, looking into the other man’s dark eyes.
Tim studied Danny, looking deep into his eyes as though he was trying to see into the younger man’s head. “Okay,” he whispered.
Tim climbed off the bed, pulling his clothes and underwear off. Danny watched every move Tim made, licking his lips hungrily when Tim’s cock sprang free from the confines of his clothing.
Both men moaned when Tim climbed onto the bed. He crawled up Danny’s body, covering him completely and he devoured the blonde’s mouth.
Danny whimpered quietly and pressed back against Tim as he slowly slid inside Danny’s warm and tight body.
Tim ran his hands up Danny’s muscled chest, urging him to relax and allow Tim further inside him.
Danny gasped and moaned when he felt Tim brush against the tiny bundle of nerves that was buried deep inside him. The blonde’s internal muscles tightened around him and Tim echoed Danny’s moan with one of his own.
Tim set a fast pace, pulling out of Danny almost completely before slamming back in balls deep. He wanted it to last longer, but this wasn’t about making love. It was about reconnecting their souls.
Danny wrapped his legs around Tim’s back, pulling him deeper and deeper as each thrust hit his prostate. Unable to hold on any more, Danny’s back arched and he came with a loud cry of Tim’s name.
The increase of friction around Tim’s cock made his breath hitch and after several more thrusts he was spilling himself deep inside Danny, screaming his name in pleasure.
~
Eric groaned lightly at the moans and gasps that were coming from the other room.
He glanced over at Don and grinned. Don was staring straight at him, his blue eyes unwavering as he took several steps towards Eric.
“Something on your mind?” Eric smirked, feeling the lust rolling off of Don.
Don grinned back at him and roughly pushed him against the wall, kissing him deeply. Eric moaned, wrapping one leg around Don’s back and pulling him closer.
Don’s hands fumbled with Eric’s zipper, lust clouding his brain so much that he couldn’t even remember how to work such a simple device.
Eric gasped and pressed into Don’s hand when the homicide detective’s fingers curled around his cock. “Don,” he murmured, licking the shell of his ear.
Eric didn’t need to speak for Don to know what the other Angel needed to feel. The blue eyed man stepped away from his lover and pushed his trousers down to his ankles.
Eric kicked the trousers to one side before reaching out to Don, pulling the younger Angel closer. They kissed hard and passionately; Eric’s tongue tangling with Don’s, tasting every inch of his mouth.
Don unfastened his own trousers and pulled his hard cock free from his underwear. He moaned when he swiped his thumb across his swollen head, smearing pre-come around him.
He placed one hand on the wall next to Eric’s head and kissed him hard as he slid into him in one thrust. Eric moaned against Don’s lips and wrapped both legs around his lover’s slim waist, dragging him even deeper into him.
It felt like it had been centuries since he felt Don’s hands on his body. Every touch of his skin was sending shivers of pleasure up Eric’s spine and he knew that he wouldn’t last long.
Don brushed against his prostate and Eric tossed his head back, crying out loud as he came over Don’s hand, tightening his muscles around the blue eyed man’s cock.
Eric looked up into Don’s eyes, watching as the last of his control ebbed away and he pushed into Eric’s body, burying himself and his seed deep inside Lucifer’s second in command.
~
Mac and Stella had parted ways shortly after losing Danny’s soul to Lucifer. Stella had gone back to the police station to book Stetler for murder, leaving Mac to return to Heaven and tell God the bad news himself.
He was not looking forward to it. God’s temper was usually restrained and kept well under control, but occasionally there was something that would just push Him over the edge and it usually had something to do with Lucifer.
“Come in,” God instructed gruffly when Mac knocked on His door. “Mac,” he greeted when he saw who his visitor was. “I hope you come bearing good news?”
Mac sighed and shook his head. “Lucifer took Eric Delko with him.”
God snorted with laughter. “We should have known that. They never did anything without the other before. No reason why they should stop now.”
“Delko and Flack managed to persuade Danny, Lucifer’s Angel, that he was better off with them.”
“Why did you let him choose?” God asked.
Mac frowned. “Free will.”
God leant forward, leaning His hands on the desk. “I told you to do whatever you had to in order to ensure Lucifer was not reunited with him.” He got to His feet and headed over to the window. “I was hoping it wasn’t going to come down to this,” He whispered, “but I’m going to have to kill Lucifer myself.”
~
On Earth a thunderstorm rolled over New York City, the thunderclaps rattling the walls of the hotel suite. Danny and Tim were lying in bed watching the music channels and listening to the rain on the windows.
Eric had taken it upon himself to move in with Don for a few days, giving them sometime alone with each other.
“Is it true that it only thunders when God’s pissed off?” Danny asked, tracing little patterns on Tim’s chest and abdomen.
Tim laughed. “I doubt it,” he shook his head. “Although I’m pretty sure He’s pissed. We’re together again and I know for certain that it was the last thing He wanted.”
Danny grinned and leant up to kiss him softly. Tim sighed contentedly and whispered his name happily.
Danny frowned and leant up on one arm, looking at him curiously. “Why do you call me that?” he asked.
Tim looked up at him in confusion. “Call you what?”
“Gabriel,” Danny answered. “You’ve called me it about five times since we met.”
Tim sighed and looked away, fighting down the memories that were surfacing. “Gabriel is,” he paused, trying to find the words. “Gabriel is who you were before,” he whispered.
A light of recognition dawned in Danny’s eyes immediately. “Oh,” he whispered, lying back down and resting his head on Tim’s shoulder. “So I was Angel Gabriel? As in the Angel Gabriel?”
Tim laughed and shook his head. “In Heaven Gabriel is as popular a name as Daniel is on Earth.”
Danny chuckled and kissed Tim’s shoulder softly. “Why don’t I remember stuff like that?” he asked.
“It was a long time ago, Danny,” Tim reminded him. “You might remember stuff eventually.” Tim kissed the top of Danny’s head softly. “I wouldn’t worry about it too much.”
~
Heaven
Mac glanced over at his army. God had ordered him to gather his finest soldiers and then whomever he could find, willing to offer their services.
A bloody battle was looming on the horizon. The soldier could feel it. Every inch of his being was telling him that there was no way they could make it out of this battle alive. But his common sense was telling him that there was no way Lucifer could be allowed to gain control of Heaven; it would destroy everything God had worked so hard to create.
~
New York City
The sword felt heavy in his hands, yet somehow it felt strangely right. “Why is this battle gonna be a sword fight?” Danny asked, looking up at Tim.
Tim laughed and stretched his muscles. “Because God likes to be in control of what’s happening around Him. Guns are unpredictable, they can go off by accident and the bullets could hit the wrong person.” Tim moved behind Danny, taking hold of his wrists.
“Think of a sword as an extension of your arm,” Tim continued. “You need to keep your wrists steady. Cutting through bone is hard the first few times you do it. Your wrist will want to snap under the pressure, but just remember that one fluid movement makes it easier to perform the task than several jerky ones.”
Danny nodded his head and leant back against Tim. Over the past week Danny couldn’t seem to get enough of his lover.
“Obviously, you know that Angels cannot be killed by a mortal wound.” Danny nodded his head. “To kill an Angel you need to take their head. One clean movement and they’ll be history. You cannot leave an Angel wounded because they recover faster than humans and they will come after you.”
“How can gods be killed?” Danny asked. “The same way?”
Tim shook his head. “A god’s skin is thicker than an Angels. It’s tougher and harder to penetrate. A god can only be wounded or killed by another god. No one else is powerful enough. A sword through the heart is the only way to destroy us.”
“Oh,” Danny whispered. “Well, watch out for swords that are coming at your heart then,” he instructed.
Tim grinned and pressed a kiss on Danny’s neck. “I will,” he promised before continuing instructing Danny on the proper way to wield a sword.
~
The realm between Heaven and Earth was one very few people knew existed. It’s barren wasteland was an eyesore and many Angels passed through it as they commuted between Heaven and Earth, although none really paused to take in their surroundings.
Lucifer wanted the battle to take place in Heaven. In the same place they had fought before. But God was not about to allow Lucifer readmission into heaven.
Which ultimately meant that Angels on both sides were standing face to face. The leaders stood at the center, looking intently into each other’s eyes.
“This is your last chance,” God said, His voice sounding amplified in the silence. “Take your Angels and leave. No one will think any less of you.”
Tim rolled his eyes and gave the order to attack. A loud battle cry sounded from those surrounding Angels, and then the only noises that filled the air were the sounds of metal clashing and agonizing screams.
Tim watched as Eric looked through the throng of Angels. Following his friends gaze, Lucifer saw Mac advancing on him. Tim grinned to himself when Eric took a few steps forward. Eric was a trained warrior, his father had been in the army and taught his only son how to wield a sword with ease and skill. Mac would be a good match for him.
Danny had been separated from Tim in the throng of people. But God wasn’t particularly worried about him. He was a young Angel, barely a week old. God knew Danny wouldn’t be able to hold his own against Angels that were thousands of years older than he was.
Marisol Delko passed in front of God. She had been one of the few that had survived the original battle between God and Lucifer, and God wanted to ensure that none of Lucifer’s Angel’s survived. He raised His sword and took her head with one swift movement, her lifeless body falling to the blood stained ground.
Tim watched as Marisol fell. He knew Eric wouldn’t be happy when he found his sister’s death. Tim reached out a grabbed the nearest Angel. Lindsay’s sword clattered to the ground as she struggled against Lucifer’s hold. God moved forward, pushing Angels out of his way as He went.
Before God was close enough to do anything to prevent Lindsay’s fate, Tim drew his sword across her neck, severing her head from her body.
God’s eyes narrowed as he advanced on Tim further. Anyone else would have flinched away in fear, but Tim was more than glad that he was able to produce such a look of hatred in the other man’s eyes.
The blow came out of nowhere, hitting Tim hard on the back of his head. He let out a pained cry and fell to one knee, blinking rapidly as he tried to keep his vision from blurring.
He felt the tip of a sword at his throat and he looked up at God who was standing over him, His sweat mingling with the blood of the fallen.
“I warned you,” God whispered, His eyes glistening menacingly. “I told you that the next time we met would be the day you died, little brother.”
Tim smirked up at him. “You’re right,” he agreed. “One of us will die today. But it will be you…” He wiped blood from the corner of his mouth, “Horatio.”
TBC