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Demonic--Whispers — Always and Forever
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Published: 2018-07-24 06:12:56 +0000 UTC; Views: 234; Favourites: 18; Downloads: 0
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As the night was winding down, Levi left the sweetheart table where his husband was sitting to stand in front of the microphone. With all their family and close friends in Paradise to witness, he felt like it was more than a worthy occasion to perform with an old demonic friend. Thankful he didn't have to hide who he was for once, he pulled hi harmonic a out of his jacket to warm up next to his lips. Once he had the attention of all the eyes on the front lawn, he finally felt filled enough with envy to begin the tribute to his Hybrid."It's no secret that I was alone, until you became my home, Edgar. The past three years and near two months have been what has made this place our Paradise. While this song was written that very night, on a typewriter I almost forgot about over time, I never forgot how our heart were so awake for each other. Immortal beings like us that are not Gods and Antis are rare to bond as we have. I am blessed, truly blessed, to begin tomorrow as Leviathan Axton.." Sharing a loving gaze with his husband as many aww'd around them, Levi paused to keep himself from crying happy tears in front of the crowd. "This one is an ode to our growth together my eternal love and faithful Hybrid King," he said before beginning his song.
"You and I arrive
Same destination always at different times
Our love a passing train
I was there all along
Hoping that you'd see me
Amazed you could leave me alone
Can any love remain?
But our hearts are still awake
Despite the time and spaces
And all the give and take
And loneliness that tests our souls
The ache for you, it lets me know
That I still can't let go
Of the dream that our love could make
'Cause our hearts are still awake
oh oh
oh oh
I want to walk away
But the strength of your arms around me
Makes me stay
My love can't fade
I was a wayward gypsy, never thought you'd miss me
Thought I was alone, but you became my home
And now I know you're afraid
But our hearts are still awake
Despite the time and spaces
And all the give and take
And loneliness that tests our souls
The ache for you, it lets me know
That I still can't let go
Of the dream that our love could make
'Cause our hearts are still awake
oh oh
oh oh
Hearts are still awake
oh oh
oh oh
But there's pain and distraction
That tires at our hope
Don't we deserve to have a little faith?
But our hearts are still awake
Despite the time and spaces
And all the give and take
And loneliness that tests our souls
The ache for you, it lets me know
That I still can't let go
Of the dream that our love could make
'Cause our hearts are still awake
oh oh
oh oh
Hearts are still awake
You and I arrive
At the same destination
But always at a different time."
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Watching the newlyweds dance slowly, Soren remembered the last time he slow danced with somebody and instantly wanted to rewrite that memory. Looking over shyly at his Anti god, he got nervous right before mumbling, "Do you maybe want to dance with me?"
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Blaine glanced over at Soren with raised brows, but the idea itself excited him; it gave him a chance to be close with his God in a more natural, inconspicuous way. Every time he got to hug his dear friend, and God half, it felt like he was complete-- as if they were becoming one piece, rather than than two parts. The whole time Blaine had been dying to get a real dance too, since Samael wasn't allowed to attend the wedding. It was hard to resist the temptation, especially when all he could feel were waves of envy at times. Levi's wedding was incredibly romantic, and he was going to take his chance at the beautiful experience.
"I would love to," Blaine answered with a big smile, immediately rising to his feet and offering a hand, "Would you like to lead me? I really don't mind, I'd like to think I'm good at both parts of the dance."
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"If it's not jumping around I don't know what I'm doing," Soren admitted with an embarrassed smile as he stood up and took Blaine's hand. "It's better if you lead since you know what you're doing. There is a lot of really good dancers here and I don't want to be the reason we accidentally embarrass ourselves and do a... I don't know, a fucking Tango instead of a Waltz." Calm washing over him the exact moment his fingers gripped his Antigod's hand, all the panic faded into background noise. "You lead the way and I'll do my best not to step on those pointy boots you love to wear," he said as they walked out onto the dance floor. Mimicking the position others were in, he placed on hand gently on the other's shoulder while is other hand eagerly waited to be held in the air for everyone else to see.
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Blaine chuckled when his Good half made a comment on his dancing, but it only made Soren appear more charming. Taking his hand while resting the other under his arm, he got into a proper position. "It's okay if you're not perfect. I guess it makes sense that you wouldn't know it while I do. I think it'll help you a lot if I'm leading. Most of the time the rest of the dancers don't care what you're doing, they would rather focus on who's in front of them. So relax, don't overthink it. If you let go of those worries, you'll be like me in no time." Glancing around at those around him briefly, Blaine matched the slow pace of the rest. "Lucky for you, this is a slow dance. Nothing complicated, just you and me."
Studying Soren's eyes and features now that they were dancing so closely, Blaine could feel something stirring in his heart. It was different than the way he felt for Samael, but familiar too. "I love the way we feel sometimes when we're close like this," Blaine admitted, forgetting about the rest of the room momentarily, "do you feel it too? Like we're more than ourselves? Stronger?"
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"So you feel it too? At least I'm not just imagining it," Soren responded with both a smile and a bright blush to his cheeks. "I kinda describe it as a boost. Being around you just makes me.. happier. In a lot of different ways, but mostly just seeing you or getting a text back helps. But when we're in the same room or close like this? I feel like I could conquer anything.."
Doing his best to keep up with the dance, he was proud he only looked into his God's eyes as he confessed his inner feelings that he had kept secret until he was asked about them directly. No one knew how he felt and he was fine if no one understood, but he was happy his Antigod knew. It make it all the more clearer that his feelings were not misplaced. They were complete when they were together and the gods meant it to be that way.
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"Exactly," he grinned, vindicated in his own feelings. Although, the more they dance together, the more his feelings became complicated and harder to express. "I know we haven't known each other long, Soren, but I want you to know how much you mean to me. I was scared of the relationship we would have, but this is better than anything I hoped for. You've become one of my closest friends, I.." Blaine felt his words slip away from him and he wasn't sure where to go from there. "I don't feel like I'm alone. I feel.. So happy.."
Noticing how cute Soren looked with a blush in his cheeks, Blaine couldn't help admiring the way his perfectly golden curls sat in his face. The fact that he only wanted to get closer to his God scared him, but he didn't want their moment to end. Blaine pulled their arms in a little closer, pressing his chest almost completely against Soren's. He almost couldn't resist pressing their foreheads together, but it felt too intimate.
"I think most of all, I'm not afraid of anything when you're close."
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With their chests pressed together to close, the God swore he could feel their hearts beating in perfect unison. More intoxicating than the moment were the words his other half chose to explain exactly what he was feeling. "Yeah," he agreed weakly, "I can say the same thing. I don't fear a fuckin' thing when you're at my side." Almost leaning in for a kiss, he kept his head up so he could continue to control himself and his actions around all the others still present at the reception.
Trying his best to move on and not get lost in a haze with his Antigod, Soren picked a related but still off topic question. "Are you staying here for the night? Modya offered to bring me back when he goes, but it looks like he is having a good time with Satan. I might stay if I have a buddy to explore than village with tomorrow morning.."
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Blaine could feel the temptation, but was successfully distracted by the subject change. It was for the better anyway, it was likely his feelings were misplaced.
"Well I was going to go back to The Opera House, but plans change. If you really want to go see the village, I could ask Samael if he's alright with me staying here tonight. That way he's not waiting up for me," he agreed with a smile, far too tempted to stay and have fun with his God half. Blaine couldn't help himself, anything he did with Soren felt like an adventure-- and he didn't want it to stop quite yet. "It sounds like a lot of fun anyway, and once we're through, I can take you home myself. Like a proper gentleman should. I've gotten pretty good at the Shadow Walking. I mean, you get along really well with your Antigod, you might as well get the perks too. But you can't tease me if I get hot, I'm just a poor Canadian boy."
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"I'll buy you a fan and make sure we only sit in the shadiest of spots," Soren immediately offered. "You'll just have to check in with me if we're going too hard. I'm used to really hot temperatures and very little water, but I can keep an eye out for you and make sure you don't melt. Promise I won't even poke fun too much." Filled with energy over the idea of an adventure with his Antigod, he lost his footing and accidentally stepped on the other's toes. "Oops! Sorry! Shit Soren, shit," he cursed himself as he looked down at the their feet once more. Taking great care to get back on rhythm without stepping on Blaine's feet or making their slow dance end, he took a breath and looked back into Blaine's bright blue eyes. "Sorry about your shoes baby," he chuckled, "We've been dead for a month and it's like I still don't have feeling in my feet when I'm around you. Fuckin' feels like walking on clouds sometimes, but at least I haven't tripped and fallen over just yet.."
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While he was surprised by Soren's misstep, Blaine couldn't help the blush in his cheeks from what was said. "You really feel like that with me?" he asked incredulously, moving smoothly so that they could get the rhythm of their slow dance again. Gently squeezing Soren's hand, he gave his God a big, reassuring smile. "Remember what I told you? Relax. I've got you out here on the dance floor, and you'll have me out there in the village. We each can play to the other's strengths. And, while I may not look strong, I could totally catch you if you fall. I know how strong I am now, so don't worry. No one would even know anything happened." Pursing his lips as he gave Soren a playful wink, he felt blissful in their shared experience. Growing quiet briefly as he became lost in the music, Blaine only realized at the last minute that his bright blue eyes had been lingering on Soren's lips. "I'm sorry, I feel like I'm forgetting myself.."
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Catching where his Antigod was staring in longing, Soren felt bad he was being such a negative influence. As much as he wanted to hold and kiss his other half, he knew it would only cause Blaine turmoil while he was still in a relationship with the Grim Reaper. "It's okay," he answered quickly, "I'm going to make sure than never happens. I want to know everything about you and I want you to know everything about me. That way we can always help the other if we lose our way."
As the song they were sharing was coming to an end, the God leaned his head over onto his Antigods shoulder for a hug. It didn't matter to him if the rest of the wedding party saw their display on the dance floor. There was something deep within him that knew he was allowed to be that close with his other half. "Thank you for this dance," he said softly so only Blaine would hear him, "I wish it didn't have to end.."
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Hugging him tightly, Blaine practically wanted to cry hearing those words. "I don't want it to, either," he admitted, struggling to pull away from the hug. Slipping out of his arms, Blaine adjusted his tuxedo jacket nervously. "Do you want to go sit back down?" he asked, glancing around at the other couples to find hardly anyone looking at them. "Maybe we could go somewhere else. I know Levi wouldn't mind, and we can talk.. You could get to know everything about me that you want to know.." Blaine was scared to face the truth, but he didn't want to run away from it either. If their feelings came up in a conversation, they had to talk about it. From there, Blaine would have to think more overall. Why else did he want to run away with Soren, instead of returning to Samael's side? "You like a little adventure anyway, don't you? There's plenty to explore here in paradise."
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Heart in war with his head, Soren struggled to do the right thing and suggest they stay with the others. "I'll go anywhere with you," he said weakly as he wished his fingers could still hold Blaine's as they walked off the dance floor together. "I love a good adventure, but sometimes it's only as good as the people you share it with."
Walking down the illuminated path towards the main house, the God quickly noticed they were alone in their adventure. He knew Modya was always watching, so he did his best to keep in line and not reach for Blaine's hand again. "When is the last time you've danced like that? You're really good.. I'm half tempted to make you drag me back out there so I can practice and get better. My mom tried to teach me when I was younger, but nothing stuck with me. I gave up on everything growing up, so I'm trying to complete somethings in this next life. You're definitely up for helping me learn how to dance like a gentleman, huh?"
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"It would be my absolute pleasure," Blaine smiled in return, focusing on Soren as much as possible. "I learned it on my own, really. I mean, haha, sort of on my own. The decision to learn it was my own. If I told my mom I was interested in anything, she was the one who paid for me to go classically train for it. Without lots of practice, a lot of the information fades but it's all still there at the back of my head. That's how I learned a lot of the things I know now, and the same goes for Remington. At a young age, though, I was always interested in being the little gentleman, so I did what I could to make that happen." Thinking about the way they each grew up, Blaine was amazed their differences were even present in their childhood. "We really are very different, but you're the best friend I've ever had. I love that I can learn so much more through the experiences you've had, and what it is you love to do."
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Impressed by his Antigod’s perseverance and interest in learning, he wasn’t at all surprised he was the exact opposite. “Your mom sounds like an angel compared to mine,” he commented with a slight frown, “I remember telling my mom I wanted to learn things and she would always claim we were too broke to afford it. So, I took up free things like screaming and hiking.” Laughing off the struggles of his childhood, he tried not to linger too long on thoughts of his parents. After all, the last time he saw them they all died together on the living room floor. “I’m glad you and Remi had the positive reinforcement. The more I learn about your people the more I want to be adopted and start over. My people were pretty hands off until I was too old to care anymore. At least I have people like you and Lucifer in my life now who give a fuck how I turn out.”
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“If I told my mom how important you were to me, and how you deserve a better family, she would take you in immediately,” Blaine told his God-half with some excitement. Simply the idea of giving Soren the life he deserved filled his heart and soul. “I won’t lie to you about how much she can be.. I don’t always miss my parents because she is overwhelming a lot of the time, but I still love her. I won’t pretend like I don’t know how good my brother and I had it. Our lives were really easy, but I think that hurt him more than we’d ever let mom and dad know. Without anything going on in our lives, I knew he felt like he was missing out on something. It was only a matter of time before he ran out on us, I’m surprised he didn’t bolt sooner.”
Stopping as they passed several rooms, Blaine turned towards a bright room with several paintings on display within. Aware of the value they had, for they were Edgar’s original creations, he had to give warning to Soren.
“Careful in here, these are all Edgar’s paintings,” Blaine explained as he strolled into the lavish room.
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As soon as he was told to be careful, Soren’s immediate impulse was to defy. Although he didn’t know how to be willfully disobedient to such a simple command, his mind couldn’t stop from wondering. Just by looking around the room the God of mischief could see tipping one painting could make the whole wall collapse.
“Remi and I sound like we would have a lot in common,” Soren remarked with a smile, “Every time you bring him up he just sounds like the little brother I always wanted and never got. My parents said I was a mistake and they made sure they couldn’t make another one after me.” Curious eyes going from is Antigod to the paintings again, he could feel himself being drawn to certain pieces over others. The more chaotic the color and patterns, the more he seemed to turn his head and squint his eyes.
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“I think your wish is granted, then!” Blaine said, noticing some of the similarities Remington and Soren shared once they were pointed out. “You are my God-half, so you kind of get my family in the deal. At least, in this case you do. I love that I can share my life with you, it feels so.. Right. Like we were always meant to.” Strolling alongside Soren, Blaine couldn’t help the desire to reassure him. “For what it’s worth, I think your mom was wrong for what she said. You couldn’t possibly be a mistake when you’re everything I admire in another person.”
While Blaine was interested in the vibrant or gloomy abstract pieces, he couldn’t help but watch Soren’s reactions. Some of them were far more interesting than the art in front of them. “Are you a fan of abstract?” he asked with a curious smile, his bright blue eyes alive with excitement. “I always thought pop art was a lot of fun, but I really love what Edgar creates. He has age over us, so I guess the experience really gives him the chance to create masterpieces.”
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“I’d say,” Soren replied while he shifted from one warm painting to a cool one nearby, “I can feel the pain and sorrow in some of these. It’s inspiring, but.. feels dangerous at the same time.” Giving Blaine another smile as they continued to appreciate and admire the private gallery they found on display, he happened upon a painting that reminded him of his current situation. “I like what he does,” he said squinting and interpreting Edgar’s pain in paint for his own, “I’ve never been the guy who had patience enough to wander through a gallery like this. Staying put for too long gives me a headache, but this is enjoyable with you. I like having someone I can talk with between trying to interpret what these could mean. It’s like a mystery inside of an adventure.” Stopping in front of a rather large painting, his eyes almost began to tear up. Without saying much, his fingers reached out to touch the warm angles of the work of art. “This one feels like home,” he said tracing the purples and the oranges with his fingers, “The sunsets in Arizona are so beautiful. I really can’t wait to share one with you.”
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Blaine stopped in front of the painting that reminded Soren the most of his home, studying all of the colors with care. If it meant that much to his God, then it meant everything to him. “Do they really look like this?” he asked curiously, glancing over at Soren with raised brows, “You really love home,” he commented quietly before finally resting his concerned eyes on Soren, “Has California been good enough for you? Sometimes I don’t feel like I miss Toronto that much, but one day I’ll get back to it for a while. I don’t think I would be gone long if you weren’t around, if I’m just being honest with myself. I think the best thing for the both of us is the amount of time we can spend near each other. I know part of my happiness stems from the fact that you’re in my life, and I don’t worry about what’s outside of it because of that.” Glancing away bashfully when he realized how warm his face was, Blaine considered his feelings again.
“Do you.. Want to, um, check out something else?” Blaine suggested, gently playing with the sleek tie around his neck. “It is your turn, after all,” he chuckled.
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“It isn’t anyone’s turn, but both of ours,” he reminded his Antigod with a bright smile, “We’re just taking a little side adventure together, that’s all.” Soren let his hand fall from the painting and go to his own tie. Loosening it up so he could breathe again since he first put it on, he even undid his top two buttons to be more comfortable. “As for Cali, I don’t know if it will ever be enough. I’ve done a lot of traveling in my human time and no place has felt like home. Not even Duality until the night after we found each other. Something about having you around makes it enough when it never was before, so I’m not going to take your time for granted.” As they walked out of the little mini gallery, his senses were drawn in by the scent of roses. Following his nose, it wasn’t long until they encountered the pool in the courtyard. Instantly flipping his shoes off, he had every intention of sitting on the edge while his feet dangled in the fragrant waters. “I’d ask if you felt the same way, but I know you already do. If I can sleep better at night knowing you’re in this world with me, I know your dreams have to be just as sweet.”
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Blaine admired the pool of rose petals, but was surprised to find Soren was willing to dip his feet in. Settling down beside his God-half, and best friend, he settled for crossing his legs underneath himself instead. The smell of the roses was ultimately relaxing, and he forgot his nerves for a moment.
“You’re right about all of it. I wish I had a better way of conveying it, but I think I’ve done absolutely everything I could to let you know how special you are to me. I, I, I feel confused sometimes..” Blaine glanced over at Soren, brows knit together under his black bangs. “It’s more about the relationship I have with Samael now, compared to what we share together.. Like, shouldn’t I feel this way about him instead? But I don’t, and I would rather go home to The Opera House with you instead and, and..” Terrified of the choice he was making, Blaine took it further. “Am I crazy thinking this?”
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When he heard the panic in Blaine’s voice over the last question he was asked, Soren let go of his inner restraints. Leaning over quickly, he pressed his lips to his Antigod’s and felt complete. Hand reaching over for the other’s cheek, he knew better than to steal more than a singular kiss. “No, he breathed out as he slowly pulled back, “You’re not crazy, but I know I am. At least crazy enough to go out on a limb and say you feel that way because you know deep down in your heart that you and I belong together as more than just best friends.” Realizing he may have overstepped his boundaries, he shook his head and pulled back to where he was before he stole his first kiss from his Antigod. “I’m sorry if the truth hurts you, but you know I don’t give a fuck about hurting Samael. He doesn’t deserve your forgiveness or your time..”
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His entire face was on fire, but it wasn’t a negative reaction. In fact, Soren’s risk was exactly what he needed to determine how he felt about everything. Hand pressed to his heart as he tried to calm himself down, Blaine looked over at his best friend with certainty in his expression.
“You may be right,” Blaine admitted with a weak laugh, recalling all the times Samael had hurt him; however, he knew that didn’t justify the betrayal. “But he was too.. He had a reason to be afraid of us, and I understand why, I understand all of it and I wish.. I didn’t have to hurt him. I wish I had known about you first—so that I could have just, been with you instead.. And I didn’t have to spend this time wishing I could, um..” Blaine shook his head of shaggy, dark hair, leaning towards Soren that time. He grabbed his God’s face, kissing him for the second time far more deeply than the first.
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Giving in to the affection he was missing in his human life, the God allowed himself to indulge. Pressing into the second kiss more until his hands went to Blaine’s chest, he could once again feel their hearts pounding together in perfect unison. Gripping at his jacket, the same wishes surged through his mind. If only he had listened to his instincts sooner and gone to California when he first felt the urge. There was zero doubt in his mind they would have found each other and possibly died in each other’s arms. Instead, Blaine was assaulted by Casimir’s slave and he died alone on the dirty strip club floor. Soren would never forgive himself for not following his gut instincts sooner.
“It’s not fair,” he muttered between kisses, “We’re wasting time when we could be happy instead.” As soon as he caught his breath and the moment seemed to pass them by, Soren sighed as he wished he could ask for more than just a passionate kiss from his best friend. “I’ve never been good at waiting around and keeping secrets.. The next time I see that coward and his half covered face, I’m going to let him know that he can’t expect to keep you around if he isn’t willing to treat you like I would..” Fingers running through his Antigod’s soft black hair, he stopped himself before he leaned in for another stolen kiss the Reaper was sure to collect on when he found out.
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“I’m sorry it’s like this right now,” Blaine said sincerely, struggling to resist all of the horrible temptations. “I would change everything in an instant for you. But I don’t want to go back yet, I still want to be with you tonight and have our adventure tomorrow. I honestly can’t stand the thought of being anywhere you’re not, but.. I’ll go if you want me to, Soren. For you, I would go back to The Opera House and have the hardest conversation I might ever have if it would make you happy. Because I know how much I care about you, and it’s obvious I can’t be with anyone else but you.” Breathing against his God’s face, his own hands either gripped Soren’s jacket, or played with the curls at the very bottom of his head. “I want to feel more guilty about what we’ve done, but I can’t help thinking about how Samael broke his vow first and how—if it were meant to be—he wouldn’t have done that in the first place. So.. In place of the broken promise we once had, you and I will have our own. You have me for tonight if you want me. I don’t care what excuse I have to give Samael, I’ll spend all night and all day tomorrow with you.”
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“I don’t want our relationship to be built on excuses and deception,” Soren finally said after thinking very hard for a few moments. Looking over his shoulder at the wedding party still celebrating on the hill, he sighed as he came to a decision. “I don’t want you to leave me tonight to fight with him. If we’re going to spend the next 24 hours together, I want to make sure it’s for what we need and not what we want. The last thing I want if for you to jump out of an unhappy relationship only to slip into another unintentionally.” Catching his breath and sorting through his thoughts a lot easier with the passionate kisses and desire to do so quenched, he reached a hand over to hold his Antigod’s. As much as he wanted to be with Blaine, he knew there were certain things they could not do together until they were both free to love each other. “With that being said, I won’t pressure you for any more intimacy until you don’t have to fear feeling any guilt when you make the decision to have the talk with the Reaper. We were owed this opportunity, but I know better than to covet was is not mine just yet. ”
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Blaine smiled, nodding gently as he listened to Soren’s words. He knew his God was right, but it didn’t change how he felt. “Look at you, you’ve become the gentleman tonight. I love that,” he commented with a bigger smile, looking down at their hands with a sigh. “I don’t want you to feel like this is built on lies.. So whatever it takes for you to not feel like that, then it’s done.” Meeting Soren’s gaze again, he put a little distance between their bodies. “I don’t feel guilty, not really.. I don’t know if that will change later, but for now all I can think about is how happy you make me. You’re incredible, so I don’t want you to feel guilty either. I want to be yours, the right way. I’ll remember myself, be the perfect gentleman. Don’t, um, hesitate to hold my hand though, or, ask for another kiss. If you want, anyway. Because I do. Despite everything, I really do.”
His eyes scanning the courtyard briefly, he wondered what sleeping arrangement they would decide on. With the way their night was going, Blaine didn’t want to sleep—he wanted to stay up all night talking to his best friend.
“I’m sure we can find a large enough room to claim as our own,” he commented, trying to be accommodating in every sense, “So we can be close without, um, taking it too far.”
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"Old fashion sleepover it is!" Soren said with subdued excitement even though he was thrilled to have the opportunity to lay next to his Antigod, his other half, and hold him tightly until the sun rose over Morocco. Taking his feet back out of the blessed pool of rose water, the God stuffed his socks into his fancy dress shoes. Choosing to walk barefoot around paradise with Blaine by the hand, he set off for another adventure to find a room. "I think there was a sign up front about rooms?" Walking a little quickly, he didn't even notice his feet making a slapping sound against the natural stone. To the barefoot hiker, it was a comforting sound that blended into the background. "There it is," he said with relief as he spotted the sign at the end of a rose covered archway.
-'For those staying overnight in our Paradise, please feel free to pick a set of keys off the map. If you can shadow walk, grasp them tightly to be taken there in the darkness. Enjoy your stay. -The Newlyweds'-
After reading the sign over, Soren picked a room that had two larger beds so it would not look as suspicious is they were to share it. The last thing he wanted was anyone there to ask the wrong questions. "This looks best for what we would need," he told Blaine with a wink as he handed over the keys, "Looks like it's time for me to get in on some of the perks you were telling me about!"
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Eager to show off his abilities, Blaine took the keys from Soren and began focusing on getting them where they needed to go. "You must be quiet when we're in the Shadow Realm," Blaine explained to his God-half, "In order to be properly safe, there must be complete silence. I try not to think much about it, but I certainly feel safe walking with you at my side." Finding a decent sliver of darkness for the both of them, Blaine laced his hand with Soren's and led him into the shadows. Successfully guiding them to their room for the night, Blaine was in awe of the lavish Moroccan space they were in. "When Levi calls this paradise, he really means it," he commented with an incredulous smile, admiring one of the extraordinary vases in the room-- which displayed a bright bouquet of orange lilies.
"Tell me, how was your first trip in the shadows?" Blaine asked with a smile back at Soren.
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Waiting a few moments before he said anything, Soren let go of his Antigod's hand. Staring suspiciously at the void of darkness they walked through, he swatted at the air just to make sure the portal was closed and he could speak again. Jaw dropping in amazement, he turned around slowly to gaze at his other half in complete envy. "That.. was.. AWESOME!!" Laughing and running toward Blaine to collide and fall together on a plush bed, he let out the brightest laugh the other had probably hear in months. "How come you get to be so awesome?? What good is being 'The God' when I can't do neato shit like that??"
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Blaine gasped when he was tackled, but immediately let out big laughter once they were both laying on the bed together. Looking over at him with a grin, he gave Soren a playful shove. "I can't believe what you're saying right now! I'm awesome?! Compared to you?! That's ridiculous, Shadow Walking is hardly impressive when you're, fucking, incredible, really. I mean the way a God like you walks into a room and commands respect is so powerful, and all Antigods like me get is, sideways looks and distrusting eyes." Tempted by his handsome God, Blaine slid an arm around his waist and leaned in for another kiss. "You, um, didn't get anything like that, though? I figured if I got something, that you did too."
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Shaking his head of wiry hair to get himself out of the daze he felt himself in, Soren stuttered his answer before he finally got it out. "N-no, I, um, w-well.." Exhaling quickly before he took a breath to settle his nerves, he chuckled as he settled next to his Antigod. "Modya says it comes in time. We get a little bit of a delay to help kick the imbalance that's been going on. That's the best guess I've had though. Aside from knowing where you are when you're in a certain distance.. and maybe the tingles that we feel when we're together. If all I get is tingles though, I'll be happy as a javelina after a rainstorm."
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"Then I'll be the one rooting for you," Blaine insisted, pulling away so that he could sit up on the bed, "I'm a little interested to see what's in store for you. If it's anything like your personality, I think it's going to be a lot of fun." Standing up, Blaine removed his coveted pointy dress shoes and set them under the table of lilies. "Oh," he said with a chuckle, "Maybe I shouldn't have taken my shoes off so soon. I realized neither of us have clothes for tomorrow. Or, um, tonight either, actually. I can go grab something from The Communion for myself-- would you want anything from your room at Duality? It would only really take me a few minutes, and it would be rude of me not to offer. I will always be the perfect gentleman for you."
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Sighing as he admired his Antigod from across the room, Soren could only do what felt natural at that moment. Standing up from the bed, he walked over and wrapped his arms around Blaine for a hug. "You're too sweet to me," he said with a smile before he kissed the other's cheek. Lowering himself slowly until he was kneeling, the God looked up into his Antigod's crystal blue eyes as he held a pointy dress shoe so he put it back on. "If you're going to go grab a bag and throw some stuff into it from my room, I'd be forever grateful and be willing to tie your shoes for you. Just make sure you grab from the pile by the dresser and not by the closet. I'd hate to be the guy, but.. smell it if you're not sure. I don't need anything fancy. Gym shorts and a bad tee for both bed and adventuring is what I had in mind. You've been in my room so you know where all my stuff is in my bathroom. I trust you."
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Somewhat nervous to have Soren kneeling in front of him like that, Blaine stepped back with a hesitant laugh. "Don't worry about that Soren I'll go in my socks I'm only technically going into our bedrooms I shouldn't really need shoes for that but thank you," he said quickly, much like his father might in a similar situation. "I'll go now, in fact, and it'll be like I wasn't even gone!" Turning around suddenly, Blaine nearly collided into the table of lilies and he had to plant his hands hard on it to catch himself. Hands scrambling to grab the opulent vase, the Antigod was relieved he caught it in time. "Thank Satan," he murmured under his breath before hurrying past the table and into the darkness. As he walked through the Shadow Realm, Blaine shook the nerves from his hands a few times. Entering his room at The Opera House first, he started to collect clothes before eventually realizing he was in the wrong place. Stopping cold in his room, he looked around for any traces of Samael. Relieved, for the moment, that his boyfriend was nowhere in sight, Blaine continued picking out a couple of outfits as if nothing was out of place.
With a small bag packed with his items, Blaine transitioned to Soren's room at Duality. Sifting through the pile of clothes by the dresser, he took care to pick some of his favorite items for his God. Ultimately, Blaine chose what he thought Soren would look best in; he couldn't stop himself from being conscientious about style. Packing their items together, the Antigod soon returned to Morocco with the bag.
"See! Hardly gone for ten minutes!"
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"Whoa! That doesn't look like my stuff," Soren said putting his transmitter down quickly screen side down on the bed before walking over to Blaine. Nervous he might have been caught recording vocals while he was alone, the God didn't even pay attention to if he stopped or not before abandoning his new project. "Oh," he said getting a peek of a few of his lesser worn items sitting at the top, "This is your fancy bag, isn't it? I get it.. Our stuff. One bag. Gotcha!" Trying to play it off like he wasn't a little excited by their items being thrown together in a bag, he walked over to the dresser and pulled a drawer open so they could settle in. "Might as well share a drawer too while we're at it," he chuckled, trying not to look over his shoulder at the blinking red light shining off the satin bed sheets.
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Blaine laughed, following his God-half over to the dresser without question. "I hope I grabbed something nice enough," he said as he took everything out, smiling over at Soren once their outfits were placed together, "Maybe you're not as concerned as I am, but I can't stop myself from thinking about it. If you gave me a day to dress you myself, you would be transformed into my perfect model." His face warming up fiercely as he pulled out his pajamas, he turned towards Soren again. "Granted, you're already perfect as you are. I don't ever want to give you the wrong impression because you are phenomenal and I've thought that since the first time I ever saw you on Duality's stage."
Holding his clothes close to his chest, Blaine glanced around the room. "So um, normally I don't wear a shirt when I go to bed, but I thought it would be better if I did.. And I think there's a good partition over there that I can get dressed behind."
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"You don't have to be modest with me," Soren said making the promise to both himself and his Antigod. "I said I wouldn't pressure you into anything and I meant it. If you need to sleep shirtless, you can. If you gotta change, you can do it where you want. I feel like we're two halves of the same soul. I don't have anything to hide from you, but if you request I be modest and we both wear more than underwear or shorts, we can do that too. I just wanted you to know I am comfortable with whatever you wish.." Biting down on his lower lip, he cursed himself internally. Samael hadn't respected him since the moment they met. Normally, that would mean there would be no guilt going behind his back. But he couldn't make his other half feel bad for his lust.
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"You're right," he sighed as he made his way over to the partition anyway, "I feel like that too, I shouldn't have to worry about anything when it comes to my other half, but.. Fuck, I think I have Samael in my head or something." Stopping himself midway through his path to the partition, Blaine tossed his clothes aside and began removing articles of clothing. "I know I can trust you. We're both mature enough to do this without the need to worry about the other-- And I promised I wouldn't do anything if it made you feel guilty, so there's no need to worry about us getting sexual. Furthermore.." Unbuttoning his dress shirt swiftly before removing his pants, Blaine transitioned to the pants he had brought to sleep in. "We've already kissed. This is just.. A different part of the relationship we're entering." As he pulled on the loose, velvet pants he brought in, Blaine planted his hands on his skinny hips and nodded to Soren. "There. Fuck wearing a shirt, it only ever rides up anyway." Blaine promptly turned his attention to the tuxedo he had been wearing, collecting all of the items so that they could be stored properly. "You can get undressed whenever you like, don't mind me."
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Doing his best to keep his word and curb temptation, Soren turned his back to his Antigod the moment he began changing. Honored he was trusted as much as he trusted Blaine, he pulled on the deep green flannel pajama pants after removing his suit. "Just so you know," he said as he slowly turned around, "I usually only wear these kinds of pants in winter. Any other time and I'm just rolling around in my underwear. Sometimes it's too hot in Arizona to wear anything else." Picking up his suit to hang in over the back of a decorative chair, he thought to ask the opinion of the only person whom it mattered from. "Lucifer and I did alright on the suit? It took me a while to find something I wanted to wear, but Modya gave me enough for the seamstress with that modeling company. Lucy even got a discount as a district leader and I still didn't have enough for this bad boy, so.. I hope you liked it."
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Blaine's brows furrowed slightly hearing that, but his answer was a resounding yes. "Well, I loved it," he answered sincerely, approaching with his own tuxedo in his arms to admire Soren's suit with more care. "You stole my breath away when I saw you arrive in it with Modya." Hanging his suit carefully next to Soren's, he couldn't help his desire to take care of his God-half. "We come from very different backgrounds, so I don't think about these kinds of things. If you ever wanted more suits, or, the clothes you see me wear a lot, I would be happy to help you. I have an eye for fashion simply because I used to make them all the time. I've technically been retired, in a way, but running away from home and dying does that to someone, I think. If I were to brag a little bit, I would say I'm as good as the seamstress you saw." Pursing his lips briefly, Blaine considered seeking out a job in that profession once more. "I've been focused on the life I have now, I forgot about working. I wonder if I could be a tailor somewhere. Money stopped being an issue considering the friends I've made, but I saved up a lot when I was back home. Still, I always thought it was fulfilling work, outside of music."
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"You should definitely do that if it's something you love," Soren encouraged as he picked up his Antigod's perfectly tailored jacket to inspect his handiwork. "You made this?? Becuase I swear I would have never known if you didn't tell me. Every stitch looks like it was placed perfectly. And you really look handsome in it." Clearing his throat as he set the jacket back down with care, his fingers went to other little hidden details he had never seen before. Tracing over the numbers over the heart of his other half, he sighed thinking about what importance they could hold. "Then again, I'm beginning to believe you were born handsome and striking. Everything I am not and always wanted to be at the same.." Enamored and drawn in by the warmth of Blaine's bare skin, the God leaned in for another passionate kiss.
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Wrapping his arms around Soren, he gave into the passion instantly. While Blaine swore he would be perfectly respectful, it was difficult to curb temptation. His heart pounding against Soren's chest, he felt that sense of completion with his God. "You took the words right out of my mouth," Blaine smiled, pulling away slightly as he glanced down at his God-half's body. "Would it bother you if I said I wanted you more than anything else right now?" He stepped away from Soren, backing up until he could sit on the edge of the bed they were on only 15 minutes ago. "I don't want you to feel guilty at all, I just.. I know exactly how I feel," Blaine said, glancing away nervously before looking back up at his God, "I've never had sex with Samael, but I know I want to make love to you. You're everything I am not, and always wanted to be at the same time."
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Skin flushed pink like he had a light sunburn, his impulse was to use his body instead of his words. As soon as intimacy was offered, Soren knew he couldn't deny Blaine's urges because he was feeling them too. Closing the distance between them slowly, he leaned down to kiss his Antigod where he was sitting on the edge of the bed. "I will never feel guilty.. or ashamed.. for sharing myself with you," he said sweetly between kisses as he lowered to his knees in front of his other half. "We were born and died on the same day at the same time.. We are two halves of one whole.. I will never feel guilty for making love to you the way I will tonight and any other night you bless me with sharing your bed and your body." Fingers already fiddling with his Antigod's waistband, it was very easy to slip off his bottoms and immediately begin using his mouth to please in other ways.
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Alastor listened to the song with a burning in his chest, feeling envy stronger than possibly anyone else in attendance. While the song was Levi's, the Demon of Vengeance felt it in his very soul. He wanted nothing more than to hold Samael in his arms, dance with him, kiss him deeply, love him passionately.
The moment Blaine and Soren stood up, his eyes were locked onto them. He watched them with more hope in his heart than should have been there, but it was only for his own selfish purposes. If there was even a glimmer of a spark between them, there was hope for Alastor. There was a chance he hadn't missed his time with Samael, and that's all he wanted; however, he couldn't in good conscience say a word. If what he thought was happening was in fact true, he couldn't be the one to tell his best friend-- it would only turn back on him negatively.
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Acutely aware of the hours his boyfriend had been gone already, Samael felt boredom settling in. It was not a feeling he was used to because there was always work to be done. However, time seemed to grind to a halt whenever Satan and Modya were on the same plane of existence. Especially if it was for a special occasion. No one wanted to be the one to distract the great ones. Drawing attention to themselves instead of letting time pass by slowly would certainly be a death sentence. And since he was not invited to the wedding with his boyfiend, the only thing he could do was sit and wait.
Making the decision at the last moment, he walked into the shadows and out into the home he shared with his best friend. It had been a while since he had been there, so he smiled as he was immersed in Alastor's scent. While he was alone there was no reason to hold back his smile or pretend he lacked the muscles to do so. As he threw himself down on the couch he helped buy, but had not even sit on yet, he became aware of his own emotions. He was happy in the home he built with his best friend. It was something he was not accustomed to feeling, but he was grateful nonetheless he could still recognize the emotion in himself after being angry and aloof for so long.
-'I got tired of being alone at The Opera House, so I came home. Let me know if I need to leave in case you find a lucky soul you wanted to bring back after the wedding.'- As he sent the message to Alastor, he could feel his smile fading away at the thought of his best friend bringing someone else into their home. While he knew he had no right to feel that way, he didn't stop himself from stewing in the emotion.
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Distracted by his transmitter buzzing, Alastor looked away from the God and Antigod pair to see who contacted him. Heart fluttering when he saw Samael's name, he turned all of his attention on him. -'Cute, but I don't think I'll be so lucky. Everyone in attendance brought somebody except me apparently. Oh well, everyone else's loss;;'P'-
Glancing up to catch Satan sitting next to him, he dropped his device on the table.
"I hate when I'm right sometimes," Alastor sighed, smiling over at Satan, "I promise I'll keep my mouth shut, sir. I'm sure I'll know when the right moment is for us."
"I like that I do not need to say more," Satan smiled back, "I would never meddle.. I'm simply observing. I am proud of the choice you have made, however." His dark eyes watching the pair, he could see exactly what his Demon of Vengeance could. "I hate to watch my children suffer as all of you must. I know this is a valuable lesson, however." Meeting Alastor's gaze again, he reached out to take his hand. "I can see the love in you for my Reaper. I can see the love between the God and Antigod-- and I couldn't be in more support of both unions. I find there's nothing purer than a love between a God and their Antigod. This is a beautiful era we're entering."
"I know Samael.. As amazing as this is for them, it will be devastating for him. He's already acted in fear of this exact thing that I'm watching happen in real time and--" Alastor cut himself short, sighing sharply before shaking his head, "I wish this wasn't so out of my hands.."
I have faith in you," Satan reassured him gently, rising to his feet smoothly. "If you will excuse me, I'm inspired to share a dance with my other half. Enjoy your night, Alastor."
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Burned to hear his best friend was alone, there was only one thing the Reaper could think to send in response. -'Then come home and we can spend time together instead of being bored on other ends of the earth. I haven't seen you since I found clarity in kerosene. I miss you.'-
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Reading Samael's message, Alastor quickly looked back up to watch Satan. His perfectly manicured brows furrowed gently as he considered what the best course of action was. He could remain there, wishing he was with his best friend, or he could see Samael and somehow keep the truth to himself. Alastor grabbed a flute of champagne, once he had made a decision, and downed the whole glass in one go; if he was going to go home, the demon was at least going to try deterring the both of them. Alcohol was always a turn off for the Reaper.
Alastor quickly found the nearest corner to slip into, casually making his way back to Venice. Stepping into his home, he didn't have to wander far before finding his friend. Hands tucked into his tuxedo pants, he simply smiled at the sight of Samael on the couch.
"You convinced me," Alastor chuckled, removing his tuxedo jacket to reveal the deep purple, near black, dress shirt underneath. "It's a real shame I couldn't dance with you. I would've at least stolen you for one."
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