[C] The Eternal Ones

"And I you, brother."

He truly meant those words. He loved the Fallen. More than anyone or anything he'd ever given his heart to before. He loved Belial more than anything. More than each and every breath he took and the fluttering of the hearts around him.

More so even than knowing he was alive.

The Angel leaned down once again to claim Belial's lips in a searing kiss full of emotion.

His hands gripped the bed either side of Belial's head as he hunched over his. His white hair fell over his shoulders, pooling on the bed and mingling with Belial's.

Black and white.
Yin and Yang.

These two were so opposite that they completed each other.

They were the perfect match for each other. Whether in Heaven, Hell or on Earth, the two would always fit together.

Emotion claimed him and he threw himself into the kiss, his lips pressing against Noam's as if it were the only thing keeping him alive.

It wasn't out of desperation that he kissed the man so passionately, it was as if he had finally be reconnected with the other part of himself, part of him that had been taken away for so long.

Belial's hands gripped either side of the Angel's face, determined to keep the man with him, no matter what it took.

A tear slid gently from each of his eyes, sliding down his pale cheeks. He had gone through millions of years of torment without ever shedding a single tear but here, in the safety of Achinoam's embrace he found himself so overwhelmed that he couldn't help but weep in the joy of finding his Lover again.

Achinoam's fingers brushed gently at the Fallen's wet cheeks as he returned the kiss with the same desperate burning passion.

He wanted this man more than anything else in any realm he had visited.

Belial was the other half of his soul. The creature that fit so perfectly with himself that the two had to be made for each other. There was just no other way of explaining it.

Noam's grip tightened on the blankets and a tear sounded.

He pulled back to gaze at the destroyed blankets and gave his lover a sheepish grin. A grin that soon morphed into a soft, husky laughter. They'd done that before. So many times. Torn bedding and clothes to the point that they couldn't be fixed.

He had said that he would have killed Achinoam once, Belial had always been a liar, yet he said it with such conviction that people believed him.

However the Angel was the only person he could never utter a single falsehood to, and he knew, deep in his heart that he would sacrifice himself if it would spare the man.

He leaned into the hand on his cheek, nuzzling against it as they kissed.

When Achinoam laughed, he couldn't help but do so too, looking up at the man through watery eyes as he chuckled.

Belial shook his head softly as he wiped the rest of the moisture from his eyes as he leaned up and pressed a more chaste kiss to the man's lips, this was exactly like old times.

"This reminds me of the time Gabirel caught us. Do you remember?"

It was when the two were very young. Just after they had started laying with each other both as males.

They'd been hidden away in Achinoam's dwelling, curled up on his bed, still trying to fit together in that awkward time that the few first times with someone always created.

Gabriel had walked in on them to ask Noam something and in his shock, the Angel had torn through the sheets of his bedding trying to cover both himself and an equally as embarrassed Belial.

It was something all three of them had looked back on and laughed about.

Belial laughed and nodded softly.

"We had a lot more shame about being caught naked back then, I'm surprised your cheeks ever faded from that bright red colour you turned."

The Fallen bit his own lip as he tried to hold back a snicker.

"And Gabriel, I thought he was going to pass out, I swear he didn't start breathing again for five minutes after he realized what we were doing.

Good thing you were so jumpy because we both know that I could barely move."

The first few times he had laid with Noam as a man he had been stuck in bed for days afterward, the Angel practically crippled him, no matter how gentle he tried to be, though he grew out of that soon enough.

"We grew out of that soon enough."

A few years after that, they were openly fucking out in the square when the mood struck them. They didn't care who saw them. They just enjoyed each others presence.

"Poor Gabriel had to deal with that a lot. I still feel sorry for him."

Achinoam let a little smirk curl his lips as his fingertips trailed down over the Fallen's body slowly.

"I had you bedridden a lot back then." He wondered if he could do it again if he tried.

"If he learned to knock then he could have saved himself a lot of trauma, he is the one who insisted on barging in unannounced, I swear he was doing it on purpose."

It happened constantly, as soon as they were getting intimate Gabriel would pop in and catch them, the amount of lectures they had to endure because of it were numerous.

A shiver chased through him as fingers moved against his skin.

"My body was still inexperienced, I blame you for not taking a smaller form, cruel man, making me take that my first time."

They could change their bodies at will but each Angel had a form that felt most natural to them, their current forms were exactly that, and every time they lay together it was like this, neither of them wanted to be with an illusion.

He had gone through the pain willingly, though of course Achinoam had wanted to stop their first time, he was scared of hurting Belial too badly, but they managed after a long while.

"I don't think it was in him to learn to knock."

Secretly he thought Gabriel enjoyed it. If not just for the perverted thrill of seeing two people together, for the satisfaction of the two of them being able to express themselves through a way different than anyone else. Belial and Achinoam were individuals and the expressed themselves the way they wanted.

"If my memory serves me correctly - and I assure you it does, brother - you were doing the opposite of complaining when we were laying together."

He smirked as his hand slid between Belial's thighs and began teasing his entrance with gentle fingers.

"You enjoyed my body."

His heart thudded more solidly in his chest as Noam's hands slid between his legs.

Even after all their times together, all their time apart, it always felt like the first time the Angel touched him, there was a thrilled rush that flooded through his body as he instinctively pressed his body down against the fingers teasing him, offering himself to the man.

"I did enjoy every painful moment of it, I always felt closer to you when we lay together like this, it was always something that only we did together."

He replied, the two of them had always been different, no other pair connected like they did, most couples split and ended up with someone else, until the moment that he fell, it had only been him and Achinoam.

"It was for so long."

It took millennia of watching Noam and Belial for others to follow suit and fall into sin with each other.

His finger circled the man's entrance slowly before pulling away. He dragged Belial up by his hair, pressing a soft kiss to his lips before pushing him downwards.

He held Belial's face close to his clothed crotch.

"Undress me and pleasure me."

He kissed the man back eagerly before being pushed down, his lips trailed over the man's clothed arousal before he even began to speak, he already knew what the Angel was going to say.

Belial slowly peeled away the denim from Noam's body, pressing a kiss to the man's arousal.

There had been so many moments like these, Noam had the strong commanding presence of a Power and during times where Belial became hard to control for those who were meant to be his mentors the Angel would do exactly this to him, drag him away and put him into a roll of submission. He needed to be dominated sometimes, reminded that there was someone who could control him.

His lips parted and he took the man into his mouth, moaning in against the man's hardened flesh as he slid readily down his throat.

Achinoam had always been the only one that could put Belial in his place no matter what mood the Fallen was in.

It was something that came in handy a lot when Belial acted out for others. Especially when no one else could get him to calm down enough to take orders again.

There were other things he could have done to make Belial submissive back then, but he was selfish sometimes. He enjoyed seeing Belial bent over and sucking on him.

Noam's hips began rocking as he dragged the Fallen by his hair, controlling the thrusts.

Belial's eyes slid closed as he accepted the man down his throat, his breathing coming in softly through his nose.

He grunted quietly each time the man's member hit against the back of his throat though he had learned long ago how to stop himself from gagging and choking.

He could still remember the first time this had happened, he had gotten into an argument with a young Power, by the time Achinoam was called Belial had the boy by the throat. He had been dragged away by the hair and forced onto his knees in the Angel's chamber.

Achinoam had worked the anger out of him until they were both sated and he was docile once more.

Achinoam remembered that, too.

The poor little Power had been battered and bruised. Belial had definitely done a number on him.

He'd enjoyed getting Belial to submit to him again after going wild at that Power.

"Use that tongue. You know what's happening next."

If he wasn't wet enough, the next step would be very painful for the Fallen.

He did indeed know what was coming next, it had been an excessively long time since someone had dominated him in this form, this form was save only for Achinoam, Zakhar hadn't even seen it before.

His tongue lapped out generously over the man's length as his head bobbed, covering him in a thick layer of saliva.

Laying with the raw ferocity of an Angel after so long was going to leave him tender, he knew that well enough.

The Angel smirked.

Even after so long, Belial was savvy on what would happen and what needed to be done. More proof that they were perfect for each other. They could do things without having to talk.

They just knew what was coming next.

Like now as he let go of Belial's hair and pulled back out of his mouth.

He expected the Fallen on his hands and knees presenting himself without any hesitation or fumbling.

The things they did, how they acted with one another, it wasn't something that was easily forgotten, regardless of what had happened between those times.

As soon as Noam removed himself from Belial's mouth the fallen was already turning around and moving onto his hands and knees, his torso pushed low against the bed so his backside pushed up on the angle that Noam liked, allowing him to hunch over the Fallen's body.

He looked over his shoulder, gazing up at the Angel lustfully, his eye darkening as he became aroused and waited.

Noam's lips curled into a grin.

He loved that no matter how much time passed, they could do this without any awkwardness of rediscovering each other.

The Angel gripped Belial's hips firmly, thrusting into him completely in one hard thrust. He wanted this to be rough. He wanted Belial to be so sore he could barely move for the next few days.

Just like that first time they'd been together.

His hips rocked hard and fast as he yanked at Belial's hair.

Belial's mouth fell open as he took a deep inhaled breath, having Noam thrust into him like that almost knocked the air out of him.

He knew this was coming, the Angel didn't waste time preparing him, he hadn't done so since the first time they had been together as men, as soon as Belial could handle the man's size it was all he got.

Belial's head jerked back, looking up at the Angel as his back was arched.

His brows furrowed slightly as he let out a groan of discomfort as his body got reacquainted with a part of itself that it had been without for so long.

The Fallen's body trembled in delight, this felt perfect.

The Angel moaned with every hard thrust of his hips.

This felt so good. He hadn't felt this in a long while. Since he had been with Belial again, he'd always been the submissive partner.

Now he was dominating again and it felt so good.

He pushed his fingers into the man's mouth as the rocking of his hips sped up again.

Belial would be extremely sore by the end of this. Noam wasn't trying to be gentle at all.

Belial's body jerked with each hard thrust, his grip on the bed beneath them tightly to stop himself from being force down into the blankets.

He sucked on he fingers pushed into his mouth but as Achinoam's thrusting became faster he found himself biting down on them as he cried out, muffled by the man's hand.

The roughness was only increasing and he knew that Noam wouldn't be letting up any time soon.

Noam wasn't going to let up any time soon. Not a chance.

He wanted to make sure Belial remembered the way their bodies fit together. After so long, he just wanted to make sure the Fallen remembered his body; knew that he was back and he would dominate him again.

The Angel groaned softly when his fingers were bitten.

Their bodies were a blur of movement, every contour and curve of the Fallen's body fit perfectly in with the Angel's.

The two of them moved in perfect sync, even their grunts and moans mixed together in harmony to the point where it was difficult to separate each noise and determined who made it.

His teeth dug in a little more as he groan, his backside colliding with Noam's pelvis, his body was shaped to perfectly fit the man and the Angels member fit inside of him like a sword and sheath.

His hips pushed into Belial as roughly as he could force them without doing any lasting damage.

He wanted Belial to remember this because it felt like good rough sex, not because he crack any bones while they lay together. Bone cracking would come later; at a different time. He didn't want to cause too much damage right now.

He could feel the man's body clenching around him with each thrust and it was slowly pushing him towards the edge.

"Who do you belong to?" he grunted softly in the Fallen's ear. "Who do you submit to and who can't you live without?"