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Post by Michael Gabrielus on Mar 8, 2007 17:58:39 GMT
"BETRAYAL!" he screamed at the top of his lungs, "I BETRAYED MY KIND FOR MY OWN ENDS!"
Michael shoved Uri backwards with surprising strength for an angel trapped in a teenagers body. He fell back into the sand himself and lay there, trying to catch the breath he forced out with the shouting. It hadn't been the best idea he'd had, his throat was burning. Acts of violence and anger didn't really work well with angels, even disgraced ones.
Sitting up once again, he brushed his hair off his face and the sand off his clothes.
"Never...touch...me...again." he panted while glaring at Uri
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Post by Uri Emerebus on Mar 19, 2007 1:51:55 GMT
Uri flew into the sand. He gritted his teeth, but he was smiling. "Aww, the poor little angel is getting upset." He said through a pouted smile in a baby talk voice. "I guess I shouldn't have been so mean." At that he laughed again and pulled himself back into a sitting position. "And I'll tell you what, angel-boy, I'll do what I like because I really don't think you have the balls to stop me." Uri muttered with a smirk and reached out, touching the angel's cheek.
The mutt laughed and stood slowly walking over to the water. "So what did you do to betray your own kind?" He questioned, looking back over shoulder at the poor, poor angel. He laughed harshly. "I mean, how much bad can an angel really do?" He asked. "Unless, of course your Lucifer..."
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Post by Michael Gabrielus on Mar 26, 2007 21:20:27 GMT
Michael narrowed his eyes and launched himself at Uri, a very poor judgement, even for Michael. He wasn't sure what he was thinking, but it was the only thing he could thing to do. The smirk on Uri's face was overbearing and Michael would do anything he could to stop it. If anything, Michael hated being patronised and this half demon was no exception.
He leant over him, practically growling, his dark eyes blazing with anger he evidently couldn't control.
"Go fuck yourself demon" he spat and drew his hand back to punch him, all ethics of battle left behind him. He was a dirty fighter, he hit people when they were down, he scratched and bit things. He didn't care how he did it, as long as people were down and didn't get back up then he was fine.
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Post by Uri Emerebus on Mar 26, 2007 21:28:35 GMT
Uri let out a rinigng laugh as Michael knocked him down and was leaning over him. "If you think beating me is going to do you any good, you're wrong, Angel-boy. Quite the contrary, in fact...." Uri trailed off for a moment, moaning quietly. "I love pain." He whispered softly, pulling himself up to whisper it in Michael's ear. "SO go ahead and punch me, unless you think I'll enjoy it too much..." He winked and let himself fall back into the sand with that same smirk.
"Fighting never sloved anything, I hope you know. PRobably what got you on this wretched earth to begin with, isn't it? Either fighting or your anger..." Uri laughed again, reaching a hand up and running it down Michael's chest. He reached the angel's pants and started working on the button.
"By the way, I'd rather fuck you."
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Post by Michael Gabrielus on Mar 26, 2007 21:38:27 GMT
"I would tell you to go to hell, but then it's not much of an insult considering that's EXACTLY where you belong." he sneered and gripped onto Uri's wrists, digging his long nails into the flesh, knowing exactly where to pull to cut into the skin. Many a fight with his brothers had shown him exactly what to do when someone had him cornered or when he had them where he wanted him. Derick had used it against him and Jaskaa taught him how to scare people.
He frowned and kneed him in the stomach as he reached for the button of his jeans,
"Fuck off." he snapped, "Anyway, I'm FAR too young for you."
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Post by Uri Emerebus on Mar 26, 2007 21:59:28 GMT
Nails cut into his flesh and the smell of blood reached his nose. The demon flaired even worse than before. A flair of pain in his stomach caused by the angel's knee sent him over the edge into demon overload. "Too young? No one is too young for me. Plus your an angel...which makes everything even more tempting....ah.." He let out a small gasp of pleasure. "Cut just a little deeper..." He muttered weakly, trying to move his wrists to do just that. "Like I said.. I love...pain..." He panted.
Uri tried to push himself up into a sitting position, but didn't quite manage. He was half way there. He settled for spitting into Michael's face. "And if you don't watch yourself, you're the one that will be in hell." He said with a smirk. He laid back down (he didn't have much choice, his wrists pinned to the sand). "So go ahead, hurt me, it only keeps you from the pearly gates of heaven...if they actually have pearly gates..." He laughed.
"I'm not as old as I look, I'm only five years older than you. That's not that bad." He smirked again and pushed himself up. This time he managed to sit up all the way, with Michael in his lap. "Do you even know of any pleasures?" He asked softly. "Any at all?" He pulled his wrists out of Michael's grip, cutting himself even worse doing so. He moaned in pain. "Anything?" Uri cupped the angel's face and pressed a soft kiss to the boy's lips. As he kissed the boy, he dropped his hands from his shoulders and pressed back on them, pinning the Angel to the sand.
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