Rosiel: ::Rosiel stalks down the empty corridor to Katan's room and throws open the door without preamble::
Katan: ::blinks and looks up from his work, taking a minute to gather his thoughts:: Rosiel-sama?
Rosiel: ::strides over to Katan and slaps him with all his strength::
Katan: ::winces and pulls back, clutching the red hot spot on his cheek::
Rosiel: ::entwines his fingers in the hair growing at the back of Katan's head and yanks his neck back, leaning over him. A smile lingers around the corners of his lips:: What have you been telling people, Katan?
Katan: ::gasps in pain and shuts his eyes tightly, opening them just long enough to meet Rosiel's eyes:: I haven't told anyone anything, Rosiel-sama--!
Rosiel: ::his smile widens and he bends forward so that his lips are brushing Katan's ear as he whispers:: I heard a rumor....
Katan: ::hisses softly in pain:: What rumor, sir--?
Rosiel: I think you know what I mean....
Katan: I don't sir...... ::frowns slightly:: I do not start rumors--
Rosiel: ::strokes Katan's arm with his fingertips delicately. Still softly---:: But who knows of this but you and I? I have not spoken of anything, so that leaves only one person....
Katan: ::clenches his fist:: I am sorry that you have so little faith in me, Rosiel-sama, but I have said nothing.
Rosiel: ::frowns and releases Katan:: Then why...?
Katan: ::coughs slightly as he rubs the back of his head:: Rosiel-sama, I am sorry, but there have always been rumors about us.
Rosiel: ::turns away, running his fingers through his hair:: Is...is that true, Katan?
Katan: Yes sir.
Rosiel: ::turns back to Katan abruptly, mouth set in a purposeful way:: Katan. How…do you feel about all of this?
Katan: About all of what, sir?
Rosiel: Us. Together. ::lifts one eyebrow only slightly seductively:: How did you feel when you made love to me?
Katan: ::simply:: It was my heaven, Rosiel-sama.
Rosiel: ::smiles, eyelids lowered slightly as he turns and rests his arm languidly on the armrest of the sofa:: Care to join me, then?
Katan: Will you allow me, sir?
Rosiel: ::traces the tip of one long black nail along his sultry lips:: That depends.
Katan: ::his face remains blank and docile:: On what?
Rosiel: ::conversationally:: Do you remember that time...when you almost died?
Katan: ..... ::looks down:: Yes sir, I do.
Rosiel: ::crosses his legs and reaches into the pocket of his trench coat, pulling out a pack of cigarettes:: Remind me what happened again.
Katan: ::frowns slightly:: Why ask such a morbid question, sir....?
Rosiel: ::is distracted for a moment as he fishes through his other pocket, sifting through crumpled papers and dead flower petals. He surfaces at last with a lighter:: Why not?
Katan: It is an unpleasant memory that I would rather not resurface, Rosiel-sama.
Rosiel: ::flicks the lighter until it sparks into a flickering gold flame, which he brings to the cigarette resting between his lips:: Please recount how I saved you.
Katan: ....... ::frowns deeper, but sighs:: I remember floating in nothing with great pain, and no way to pull me back. I called out to you for help, and you sent your spirit and your power to me, pulling me back to life and healing my wounds. You bound me here to you, just as you did when you created me.
Rosiel: Hmm. There is something I meant to do then, but never did, I suppose. ::sharply:: Come here, Katan.
Katan: ::sighs softly, but stands up from his desk and approaches his master::
Rosiel: ::draws the cigarette away from his mouth and exhales a stream of smoke to the side. He slips his free hand around to the back of Katan's neck and pulls him close and presses their lips together::
Katan: ::makes a small noise of surprise, but allows Rosiel to kiss him as he wants, closing his eyes::
Rosiel: ::draws away for a moment and murmurs:: I do not rely on you so much as you think, Katan ::kisses him again and slips his tongue into his mouth, the capsule containing his DNA resting on his tongue::
Katan: ::chokes and pulls away quickly, the pill falling to the floor; he stares at it with horror-struck eyes::
Rosiel: ::frowns and brings the cigarette to his mouth again::
Katan: ::stunned into near-silence:: Ro-....Rosiel-s-sama....
Rosiel: ::coldly:: Why did you not swallow it, cherub?
Katan: ..... ::doesn't answer, his shock ruining his voice::
Rosiel: ::takes another drag of his cigarette and stands. This move is vindictive despite the fact that he is a good foot and a half shorter than Katan:: Well? ::grinds his cigarette butt into Katan's flesh in a moment of anger:: Answer me!
Katan: ::gives a short cry of pain and jerks away:: Rosiel-sama! You do not need a pill to keep me loyal to you!
Rosiel: Loyalty?! ::face twists and he raises his arm as though to strike Katan, then lowers it after a moment:: Define "loyalty"
Katan: ::holds his injury as his powers heal it:: I will always be beside you to comfort and protect you, sir, no matter what. I will look out for your best interests and die for you if I must.
Rosiel: ::frowns and lowers his head, focusing his eyes on the task of clicking the lighter over and over again. The flame reflects glittering patterns in his amber eyes, almost as though there are spirits moving within him::
Katan: ::his burn heals completely and he stands motionless, waiting to see what kind of abuse he'd have to endure this time::
Rosiel: ::raises his gaze to the silent figure of the angel standing before him. His expression does not falter as he clicks the lighter one last time so that the flame lingers and extends his arm, lighting the sleeve of Katan's uniform on fire. The flames quickly spread along the fabric, burning Katan's flesh::
Katan: ::cries out in surprise and pain:: Rosiel-sama!! ::puts out the fire with his magic, looking horrified::
Rosiel: ::an eerie smile twists his mouth and he gazes up at Katan through his lashes, eyes glimmering strangely::
Katan: ::frowns deeply, his expression still holding a haunted look:: Rosiel-sama, you are not acting like yourself.....
Rosiel: Am I not? ::raises his head to stare at Katan eye to eye:: How is that, my child?
Katan: ::quietly:: Why did you burn me, sir?
Rosiel: ::his rebuttal is a question, swiftly spoken in a soft yet straightforward tone:: Why do you love me?
Katan: Because you are the most noble, powerful, and beautiful creature in Heaven, sir, and you had the kindness to give a name to a lowly Grigore.
Rosiel: ::stands slowly and approaches Katan, sliding his hand down to the cherub's wrist and closing his fingers over the small bones imperatively. He presses his body into Katan's overbearingly. He slips his leg between Katan's:: I burnt you for reasons that are my own.
Rosiel: Would you deny your master and creator his right to do whatever he wishes to you?
Katan: ....... ::answers quietly:: No, Rosiel-sama.
Rosiel: Good. ::presses even closer to Katan, so close that he can feel the erratic beating of Katan's heart reverberating through his own flesh::
Katan: ....... ::looks down at his master, uncertain of what is going on::
Rosiel: ::draws another cigarette from his coat pocket and puts it in Katan's free hand, closing the cherub's fingers around it::
Katan: ::looks down at the cigarette blankly::
Rosiel: ::clicks the lighter and lights the cigarette. Then he purposefully draws the lighter to the side, burning the skin of Katan's hand::
Katan: Aahh!! ::jerks his hand away sharply, cradling the pain::
Rosiel: ::smirks, extending the lighter closer to Katan's flesh, burning a trail along the angel's fingers::
Katan: ::falls back from Rosiel quickly with a pained cry::
Rosiel: ::drops the lighter back in his pocket. conversationally:: You know, Katan. I detest angels like you. ::inwardly, he cringes. Tears gleam in his eyes and threaten to pour down his face::
Katan: ::stares at the floor blankly, clutching his arm:: .....Yes, sir.....
Rosiel: I...::hesitates for a moment, the continues on desperately:: ...hate you. ::a single tear falls from his face and hits the floor directly in the line of Katan's vision::
Katan: ..... ::looks up at his master's face::
Rosiel: ::the trail left from his tear is still wet upon his cheek. His lips are shaking in their determined frown, and his eyes are pained::
Katan: ....That's all right, Rosiel-sama. ::manages a small, weak smile:: It's all right if you want to hate me. I don't mind. ::his smile is simple and pure, if a little sad:: I will still love you anyway, and not even your hatred could convince me to leave your side.....
Rosiel: ::chokes on a sob, but nods slowly:: Of course, Katan....::suddenly he breaks off, clenching his fists tight at his sides::
Katan: ::remains quiet, watching his master as if tired::
Rosiel: ::without warning:: I have something to tell you, Katan!
Katan: ::a bit startled, but bows his head slightly:: Yes, Rosiel-sama?
Rosiel: ::tears streaming down his face:: I---I love you!
Katan: ::eyes widen in shock, and for a moment, he can only stare at the angel speechlessly. Then he steps forward without warning and embraces his master, stroking Rosiel's hair comfortingly, just as he did when the angel had nightmares::
Rosiel: ::weeps quietly into Katan's shoulder, frail body shuddering uncontrollably. His fingers grip Katan's back with all of his strength, as though to let go would mean death::
Katan: Sssh..... ::softens his voice to soothing, musical tones:: It's all right, Rosiel-sama. It is only the two of us here.
Rosiel: ::takes a deep, shaky breath, inhaling the scent of Katan's clothes and hair. His body relaxes slightly, but his face is still slick with tears:: I...don’t know what to do...Katan....
Katan: You need do nothing, sir.....if you are pleased with the way things are, then that is all that matters.
Rosiel: ::chokes again, then breathes out slowly but still clings to Katan:: ...I...am pleased.
Katan: Then so am I. ::rubs Rosiel's back like a massage and kisses the top of his head::
Rosiel: ::a shiver runs along his spine at Katan's kiss and he tenses slightly::
Katan: ::quietly:: Are you all right, sir?
Rosiel: ::his breath hitches in his throat and he hesitates, then replies in a soft, slightly resigned tone:: I suppose so, Katan/
Katan: You suppose so? ::tilts his head and looks down at his master:: It is my desire to achieve your happiness for you, Rosiel-sama.
Rosiel: ::laughs softly:: How could you not make me happy, Katan? I knew…when I created you...that I would one day desire you. ::smiles, eyes lowered to the ground, his tone ironic:: I was right.
Katan: ::smiles gently, his eyes showing nothing but tender love and adoration:: And I knew when you created me that I would do whatever it takes to be always at your side.
Rosiel: ::his fingers slip down to Katan's burnt wrist:: Does it hurt, Katan?
Katan: ::shakes his head:: No longer, sir. It is healing already.
Rosiel: ::kisses Katan lightly, his lips tasting of wine and cigarette smoke::
Katan: ::returns the kiss gently, applying hardy any pressure to his master's lips::
Rosiel: ::draws away after a moment, eyes imploring Katan's:: Why do you think I am in love with you?
Katan: ....... I don't know, Rosiel-sama. I couldn't tell you something like that, it is only for your heart to know.
Rosiel: ::frowns, searching within himself for a moment. He surfaces with only more confusion and loss. After a moment of staring silently at the floor, he speaks:: Why do you think she hates me, then, Katan?
Rosiel: Surely you can answer me at least that.
Katan: ::feels bitterness and loathing for the person he knows his master is talking about rise up in his chest. He quickly pushes it down, not wanting to upset Rosiel, trying instead to give him an answer:: I am certain she does not hate you, Rosiel-sama.....she is your sister....
Rosiel: ::forces a grim laugh to escape his throat:: She hates me, Katan. She hates me more than anything.
Katan: ::sighs quietly::
Rosiel: ::quietly:: I hate them. All of them. They...disgust me---polluting the air with their breaths, corrupting what may have once been beauty....
Rosiel: ::bitterly:: And their...desires. God, it's nauseating!
Katan: ::doesn't answer, but continues to slip his fingers through Rosiel's hair, waiting for the mood to pass::
Rosiel: When I think of her...and that girl, that child.....
Katan: ::shivers slightly::
Rosiel: ::exhales slowly, regaining some measure of control over his emotions:: But let us not speak of that now.
Katan: ::nods slowly:: Yes Rosiel-sama. Would you like a drink or a bath, sir?
Rosiel: Perhaps some wine.
Katan: Very well, sir. ::lets go of Rosiel and goes to retrieve what his master asked for::
Rosiel: ::while Katan is gone, he delicately lights the thin wax tapers scattered around his room with the cigarette lighter from his pocket. When he is done, he hastily takes off his trench coat and tosses it into a dark corner. He then sits down in one of the plush burgundy armchairs and crosses his long white legs in wait::
Katan: ::returns with a bottle of vintage wine and a glass for Rosiel::
Rosiel: ::raises the two of the champagne flutes he stores beneath his bedside table and clinks them in the air, eyebrows raising slightly:: I already prepared for us, Katan.
Katan: ::blinks:: ...All right, sir...forgive me. ::places the wine glass on his desk to be returned later::
Rosiel: ::moves the single candle on the table to the side to make room for the glasses and the bottle of wine:: Have a seat.
Katan: ::sits down quietly near his master, watching the candle flame::
Rosiel: ::a laugh escapes from low in his throat:: Don't be afraid, Katan. I'm not going to burn you.
Katan: ::gently:: I wasn't think that, sir.
Rosiel: ::uncorks the wine bottle and pours the scarlet fluid into the glasses. The liquid glitters in the candlelight as though it is molten garnet:: What were you thinking, then?
Katan: ::doesn't answer for a little bit:: ....About what will happen in the future, Rosiel-sama.
Rosiel: ::slightly surprised:: Why is that? What are you worried will happen in the future?
Katan: Because it is uncertain, sir. Anything could happen.
Rosiel: ::is silent for a moment, eyes captivated by the beautiful cherub seated across from him. Then after a while, he begins to sing the same lullaby that he had sung to Katan so long ago, and that Katan now sings to him. It begins softly at first, then his voice becomes stronger, more confident:: In the arms of an angel...fly away from here
Katan: ::smiles slightly, still watching the candle, absorbed by his master's melodiously beautiful voice. He quietly adds his own voice to the lullaby::
Rosiel: You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie....::slowly he stands and approaches Katan, still singing::
Katan: ::looks up slowly at Rosiel, silver eyes meeting amber-gold::
Rosiel: ::leans close to Katan, hair cascading forward and pooling in the cherub's lap:: You're in the arms of the angel....May you find...::his lips are inches from Katan's and both of their voices are still entwined in melody:: Some comfort here...::he closes his eyes and kisses Katan just as the last word leaves his lips::
Katan: ::is surprised by this action, but slowly closes his eyes, warmth and happiness filling him from the softness of Rosiel's lips::
Rosiel: ::straddles Katan on the chair, burying his fingers in the angel's lush silvery hair::
Katan: ::places his hands on Rosiel's waist, stroking up and down the seraph's sides worshipfully::
Rosiel: ::traces the tip of his tongue along Katan's bottom lip, pressing his hips into the cherub's groin::
Katan: ::inhales sharply, nearly biting his lip, and parts his lips for his master with a soft moan::
Rosiel: ::slips his tongue into Katan's mouth. His hands slide down from Katan's head and rest on the other man's waist. After a moment, he tugs away gently::
Katan: ....... ::looks up at his master through stray locks of his own hair, panting slightly::
Rosiel: ::draws faint circular patterns on Katan's hips with his fingers and asks softly:: Do you hate my sister, Katan?
Katan: ::his gaze falters, and he looks down:: .....
Rosiel: ::insistently:: Do you hate her, because I love her so much?
Katan: ::quietly:: N-no, Rosiel-sama......
Rosiel: ::barely more than a whisper, his lips a breath away from meeting Katan's once more:: Do you hate her, because you know that I could never love you, a cherubim, more than the most beautiful woman that God has ever created...?
Katan: ::shakes his head almost invisibly, not looking up at Rosiel's eyes:: ....No, Rosiel-sama.
Rosiel: ::tilts Katan's chin up gently:: And why not? You do not love me enough to be jealous?
Katan: I love you more than anything, Rosiel-sama, but..... ::his voice goes quiet:: ....it is because she.....she brings you such unhappiness, sir.
Rosiel: ::bitterly:: Yes....she does. But you do not envy her? ::he trails his finger along Katan's cheekbone::
Katan: I..... ::softer:: ....I don't know, sir.
Rosiel: ::brushes his lips against Katan's neck, flicking his tongue against the cherub's skin:: Do you not?
Katan: ....I don't know, Rosiel-sama.....
Rosiel: ::his fingers toy with the clasp of Katan's button. He presses his lips against the other man's gently and slides the button through its loop::
Katan: ::responds to Rosiel's kiss, but suddenly pauses:: ....Are you sure this is what you want, sir?
Rosiel: ::in slight exasperation:: Why should I not wish to sleep with you, Katan?
Katan: I am only asking, sir. I would not know your reasons, but this is not something you have to do....
Rosiel: No. You are right. It is something I want to do. ::kisses Katan again, more forcefully this time::
Katan: ...... ::seems hesitant, but gradually parts his lips again with more comfort this time::
Rosiel: ::deepens the kiss, unbuttoning the rest of Katan's shirt and letting it drop to the floor behind them::
Katan: ::slips his hands underneath Rosiel's shirt, stroking the soft skin there::
Rosiel: ::moans softly, oblivious to the possibility that Katan may think less of him for his display of blatant emotion. He grinds his hips harder into Katan's, arching his back in pleasure::
Katan: ::gasps and rolls his head back as well, clutching Rosiel's hip; lowers his head again and nips and sucks the curve of Rosiel's throat::
Rosiel: ::strokes the cherub's arousal gently through the fabric of his pants, gritting his own teeth in uncontrollable desire::
Katan: Ahh, Rosiel-sama..... ::pants for breath and arches slightly underneath the seraph::
Rosiel: ::juts his hips forward and kisses Katan again, his breaths coming short and halting::
Katan: :returns the kiss hungrily, guiding Rosiel's hips against his with his hands::
Rosiel: Mmm ::closes his eyes in reverence, tilting his chin back slightly::
Katan: ::sucks Rosiel's neck delicately, his eyes closed and his hands still moving his master's hips, thrusting up to give his master greater pleasure::
Rosiel: ::suddenly he halts, unpleasant memories flooding into his mind. His face pales and he withdraws slightly::
Katan: ::looks up:: What is it, Rosiel-sama...?
Rosiel: ::ashen-faced:: There...is something...I have to tell you...Katan.
Katan: ::furrows his brow, worried by his master's expression:: Tell me what, sir?
Rosiel: ::licks his lips nervously and begins twisting a strand of hair around his forefinger in agitation:: I...well....
Katan: ::takes Rosiel's hand and squeezes it gently:: It's all right, Rosiel-sama. What must you tell me?
Rosiel: ::untangles his fingers from Katan's and stands, his face and eyes adopting their usual derisive expression. He stands, crossing his arms across his chest as though daring Katan to contradict him. Boldly---:: I had sex with the human Katou.
Katan: ::goes pale:: ........ ::looks down, blinking once and at a complete loss for words::
Rosiel: ::smirks:: Are you all right, cherub?
Katan: ::almost inaudibly:: .....Yes sir.
Rosiel: ::caresses the side of Katan's face with his hand:: What is the matter, my dear Katan?
Katan: Nothing, sir.
Rosiel: ::kneels, still smiling, and tilts Katan's chin up toward him:: Do you not still love your master?
Katan: Of course I do, sir.
Rosiel: ::whispers softly into Katan's ear, not quite feigning a look of pain:: But...it was not quite consensual.
Katan: ::looks up sharply::
Rosiel: ::a tear slides down his cheek, a tear that is not quite faked, that is not quite an act::
Katan: Rosiel-sama..... ::unable to really find words::
Rosiel: ::wipes the tear away, swallowing forcefully:: It is no matter, Katan.
Katan: ::kisses Rosiel's cheek where the tear was::
Rosiel: ::takes the angel's hand and brings it to his own cheek, cradling his face::
Katan: ::strokes Rosiel's cheekbone with his thumb gently::
Rosiel: ::forces himself to inhale, to bring life to his bloodless complexion::
Katan: ::doesn't say a word about what Rosiel told him:: Would you like me to prepare your bed, so that you may get your rest, Rosiel-sama?
Rosiel: ::nodding slowly:: Yes, Katan. And will you stay next to me again tonight?
Katan: ::nods:: Of course, sir.
Rosiel: ::softly:: You have my thanks, Katan.
Katan: And you have my love, sir. ::kisses Rosiel's forehead and stands up slowly, leaving his office to fix Rosiel's bedroom::
::Suddenly there is a crash and a yelp outside::
Rosiel: ::raises eyebrows and approaches the door, once more absorbed in his arrogant, proud stance::
Lucifer: ::is standing at the center of the room, his hand locked on Katan's throat and forcing the cherub to his knees. He looks up at Rosiel and smirks slightly:: Rosiel. Good to see you again.
Katan: ::chokes for air and claws vainly at Lucifer's hand::
Rosiel: ::nods slowly:: And you as well. To what do I owe this...honor?
Lucifer: ::calmly:: I believe you had a bit of entertainment at the expense of my newest pet.
Rosiel: Did I , now? ::lifts an eyebrow and leans casually against the doorpost:: Now, I'll thank you to release my pet, before I become violent.
Lucifer: ::looks sympathetic:: I'm afraid I can't do that. You see, this-- ::lifts Katan a little by the neck, causing the cherub to gasp raggedly:: --is the equivalent trade. A pet for a pet, I suppose. ::smirks::
Rosiel: ::frowns slightly and steps toward Lucifer:: What are the finer details of this...deal?
Lucifer: ::digs his nails slightly into Katan's neck as Rosiel approaches him:: I use your cherub the way you used my human......although I tend to play a little rough.
Katan: ::chokes again and tries to burn Lucifer's hand with his powers as his blood leaks from his neck, but only gets a tighter grip around his throat; is nearly passing out from lack of air::
Rosiel: ::walks toward Lucifer, stopping when he is equally as close to the devil as he does Katan. He smiles, gazing up at Lucifer through his fringe of silver lashes. With one hand he toys with a tendril of the demon's hair:: Now, now, Lucifel...that wouldn't be nice, would it? Now. Why don't you and I…discuss this...somewhere private?
Lucifer: I'm never nice. ::simply smirks:: I have what I came for. Good evening. ::bows and vanishes with Katan::
Rosiel: Fuck! ::lifts a crystal goblet from a table and raises his hand as though to smash it against the floor. Then, on second though, he reconsiders. Frowning, he lowers his arm and replaces the glass, then vanishes after Lucifer::
::Rosiel is spit out in the palace in Sheol, but neither Lucifer or Katan are anywhere in sight::