Further to my previous post: you advertise for a graphic, and you get several at once. ;) I probably shouldn't post this now, since I have to go to bed imminently, but...porn. So, without further ado, welcome to the
"Woah," Gabriel blurted out when he landed, having been drawn to where ever he was by some inexplicable force, and caught sight of the man in front of him.
"No shit," the stranger agreed.
The man could have been his twin. Or his vessel's twin, rather. Or... if he was honest, more like his vessel's long lost hobo twin. The scruffy beard did nothing to distract from his eyes, though. The exact same changeable shade as Gabriel's own, honey and hazel swirls, dancing in the light from a lone lamp in the ceiling of what looked like a non-descript hotel room.
Gabriel's form was slightly younger and leaner, not to mention smoothly shaved, but there was no doubt that they could pass for each other with very little effort. It was like looking into a mirror. A really fucked up mirror, but a mirror still. Gabriel glanced around the room, swiftly taking in everything. Luggage (Name tag said Richard Speight Jr. Aha.), an awful lot of Pepsi Max merchandise (What?), and
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Fill: Loving Yourself, Kinda. (2/5)“Well... if this is a dream, then why not let it all hang out?” He leaned on a nearby dresser and took a long sip of the drink. Mmmm. Perfect. As always. Richard was still eying him with distrust. “I don't follow
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Fill: Loving Yourself, Kinda. (4/5)Taking pity on the poor human Gabriel smoothly undid the jeans, and slid them down along with the boxers. Richard obligingly lifted his lower body so they could be pulled off, leaving him in shirt and socks. Not caring about the rest of the clothes, Gabriel dove right back in, nosed around the coarse, dark hairs, so very like his own. Even the smell was similar, but it was also different enough to be very enticing, and he breathed in deeply before reaching out his tongue for a taste
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“See, this is why people think angels are dicks. Even if I didn't care about getting my rocks off too - which I do - there is such a thing as afterglow, you know.” He winked at Richard and only got a glare in return.
“I'm afraid we have no time for... afterglow,” Castiel announced dryly
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Muahahaha. All the adoration! And also all the snickers. Poor Richard is going to have a very surreal convention. And everyone will wonder why he keeps jumping and looking at all the promotional photos of himself suspiciously. And squeaking when Misha pops up out of nowhere to grin at him.
Totally! Poor man. I really did mess with his head quite badly. But what the hell. Misha does that for his own savage entertainment on a regular basis anyway.
Can't feel too sorry for him when he does things like up the bidding on his t-shirt at the Melbourne AHBL con last month by promising that he'll get Misha to shove it down his pants if the bidding goes over a certain amount. Then, when it's sold, traipses off to find Misha from wherever he was, brings him back onstage (for his first appearance at said con) and has him do it.
Can't help but wonder how that conversation went, though.
BWAHAHAHA! There is so much awesomeness in this I'm surprised the universe didn't implode! I had my hands over my mouth from the time Misha banged on the door to keep from laughing like a maniac.
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Fill: Loving Yourself, Kinda. (1/5)
"Woah," Gabriel blurted out when he landed, having been drawn to where ever he was by some inexplicable force, and caught sight of the man in front of him.
"No shit," the stranger agreed.
The man could have been his twin. Or his vessel's twin, rather. Or... if he was honest, more like his vessel's long lost hobo twin. The scruffy beard did nothing to distract from his eyes, though. The exact same changeable shade as Gabriel's own, honey and hazel swirls, dancing in the light from a lone lamp in the ceiling of what looked like a non-descript hotel room.
Gabriel's form was slightly younger and leaner, not to mention smoothly shaved, but there was no doubt that they could pass for each other with very little effort. It was like looking into a mirror. A really fucked up mirror, but a mirror still. Gabriel glanced around the room, swiftly taking in everything. Luggage (Name tag said Richard Speight Jr. Aha.), an awful lot of Pepsi Max merchandise (What?), and ( ... )
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“Well I think it's hilarious,” Gabriel said mildly, once Richard had ranted himself dry ( ... )
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“See, this is why people think angels are dicks. Even if I didn't care about getting my rocks off too - which I do - there is such a thing as afterglow, you know.” He winked at Richard and only got a glare in return.
“I'm afraid we have no time for... afterglow,” Castiel announced dryly ( ... )
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Can't help but wonder how that conversation went, though.
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