It had been an hour. Or at least it seemed like an hour. It seemed like forever since Logan had called earlier. He said he'd be coming over, since he hadn't in a while. The thought of the other shyly saying something similar to 'I've missed you', which Jibril didn't really think he'd ever hear coming out of his little Master. He had smiled prettilly when the other had said that, and his heart swelled, and he felt so happy. Such is the feeling when someone you love and adore hasn't visited you in a while, and Jibril could not be angry at Logan for not frequently visiting him, he has life outside of Jibril anyways.

Which, though he'll never admit it, makes Jibril insanely jealous.

He had taken a shower after the call, brushed his hair properly, and let it hang in curls. He had re-prepped up his hair the other day, so it is still every shade of color of pink. Each curl it's own color. Very pretty on him, matching and bringing out the pink flecks in his brilliant pink and yellow flecked emerald eyes. The shadows under his eyes were smaller and not as dark, seeing as he had gotten a little more sleep lately. He was still thin and muscluar, doing nothing to fatten himself up a little and still flying a lot so he is still kept in excellent shape, that is all Jibril is really, muscle.

He didn't bother with putting a shirt on, bare chested, revealing his tattoo around his hips and belly button ring. Around his neck was a collar, pretty black leather thing with spikes and a huge ring in the front center. All his other peircings were in place; large hoops and cresecent moon studs in his ears, simple stud in nose, small hoops in eyebrow, small hoop in lip, and a round stud in his tongue. Other than those, he didn't have much decoration.

Seeing as in he was in his ol' big apartment thinger, he didn't need to wear shoes. But he did have socks on; black fuzzy things that were silky feeling and oh so comfy. And he had pants on, thick fabriced Goth style things with large pockets and mesh parts and chains hanging from it. They pooled around the floor at his feet, used to being tucked in his large clunkers. That was held up by his 'strong belt' as he called in, the chain and leather belt with an iron crescent moon as the buckle. They could barely hold up his heavy pants, and it didn't help he didn't have any underwear on. If he did, it would have helped, but no, he's goin' commando so his pants are barely on 'decently', showing off a pair of very fine hip bones.

His wings were out, and he was smokin', as usual, practically hanging out his large window, body cold but he didn't notice. It was freezing this night, hopefully Logan would be okay, hopefully he wore something heavier than just a fishnet shirt. That thin body, though durable, is still human. Jibril stopped himself right there, before his thoughts got any more indecent. He didn't care about their age difference, the fact Logan was a boy, it was just...well, he didn't know. Maybe it was just the thought of Criss that stopped him each time.

He sighed, leaning against the window sill, his exhaled frosty breath and the smoke from the pot intwining outside. Everything was the same as it had been before Logan left, colorful bean bags covering the grounds of his black and white rooms. He wanted Logan here, despite his quietness, he still seemed to add a bit of life to this quiet place. He rubbed his chest, in a sort of pitiful way to warm it up, his frozen nipples standing hard. Ow. He shook his head, pink curls tossing back and forth, he was just sitting there, smoking and waiting for Logan to come.

The door was unlocked, as it had been, and Logan would know just to come up. Jibril would be able to recognize his footsteps, and he'd wait in the room for the other to join him. His little Master better remember to take his shoes off, hm? Jibril chuckled and leaned his head back. Time seems to take forever when you're waiting for something you want, and truely believe you need.

Logan had about as much concern for his health as he did for the condition of his victims. That summed up to about zero concern for his health, and he wore next to nothing on this cold night. He wore thin cotton shirt that was at least long-sleeved but not thick. His body was starting to get a little too thin since he grew taller and hadn't hunted nearly as many people as he used to. That did not mean that Logan was growing a heart. He had been spending a little more time at Criss' house, sowing pretty little pieces of jewelry onto his body.

His shirt was black and originally plain, though he took bleach and a paintbursh and scrawled his angel's name onto it. His angel. That meant Jibril belonged to him, and he was a little more than just possessive. He was possessive with a flare of obsessive tossed into there. You don't take in a psychopath killer and expect him to be well-behaved. Logan could care less about his behavior, and perhaps even gave into the obsession. That's why he called. That's why he was walking the streets to Jibril's house with no intention of killing anyone. He was completely focused on traveling to the apartment, though the directions had been neatly engraved into his memory.

He walked briskly with a mild aura of confidence surrounding him. He walked in such a way that implied he had somewhere to go, and he was not to be bothered. Not that anyone would bother the pretty little killer, if only for the way he looked.

Two (yes, two) golden lip rings were centered in the middle of his pretty pink lips. A silver hoop was placed in his right eyebrow. Elaborate looking silver earrings dangled from his earlobes, and silver studs stood out in the cartilage of each ear. Simple rings were placed in his covered nipples, and a gold crescent moon belly-button ring was hooked onto his exposed belly button. His black pants hung low around his waist without a belt and would show boxers if he wore any. Like always, he wasn't wearing any.

His boots were heavy black things, and lced up in a sort of criss-cross pattern. They crawled all the way up his calves, though he walked with a surprising grace, despite the size and weight of the boots.

Finally, breathing a little too heavily into the cold night air and past all the people, Logan made it to the apartment, his footsteps quiet on the floor despite the boots. He had to be quiet when he was stalking people, and it was just habit that made him do so now.

He opened Jibril's door (that was fortunately unlocked) and managed to take off his shoes at the door as an afterthought.

"Jibril?" he called softly, his voice as soft as, if not softer than, silk.

"In here, Logan."

A reply, just as silky as Logan's, his deep voice vibrating throughout the room, though he waspossibly even more quieter than Logan's. It was all Jibril could do, to not just run and tackle the boy in greeting. No, he would stay here, leaning against the window sill, one wing hanging outside and the other inside, scraping the floor.

His face was slightly turned towards the dorrway into the living room, one curl falling along his scarred cheek while the other's pooled around his shoulders. He was quite a beautiful creature to stare at, with the cold, starry nihgt behind him and the moon shining down on him. There was a wind so his hair would rustle along with the silken black curtains that were pulled to the sides of the window.

One leg was up, the hand that held he small bit of joint balanced on it. He finished it off quickly, squishing the thing between his fingers and flicking it out into the fresh sky. The next part was rather interesting to watch. He had held in the smoke, and slowly, it come out of his barely open mouth and nose and then he blew it out completely, frosty breath mixing with the milky smoke before turning his attention back to the room, smiling softly.

Logan strode into the room, his bare feet seeming to not even touch the floor, the chains on his pants jingling and jangling even as he did so. He stood in the living room, looking to Jibril sitting in the window. He stared for a minute at Jibril's lean body, shifting his weight to his left hip.

"You look good," he breathed softly, blue eyes looking to his pink curls. Last time he saw him, his hair was green, but pink seemed to look so much better on him. "But aren't you cold?" His eyes travelled down Jibril's body, seeming to linger on his bare chest.

"You shouldn't be sitting there with the window opened like that."

Logan? Concerned? About someone other than himself or Criss? Surely, you jest.

"As do you."

Jibril stood up, twisting softly, bones popping as he did so. And with a quick movement he closed the window with a snap. He then strode over to the other, pants jingling and a jangling themselves. His own bright eyes looking over the other, studying him intensely, probably leaving a hot feeling wherever his eyes had been. His young Master had grown a little, not wearing a lot, and from what he could tell - nipple rings. His eyebrows raised and his mind went in the gutter before he could stop it. Oh dear.

He shook his head and chuckled to dismiss it. He was now standing in front of the other, looking down at the other before he remembered 'his place' Logan loved this. The strong, ancient, powerful, beautiful, or any other amazing adjective Angel, got on his knees, bowing his head to the young man-boy. He was a bit shorter than Logan, but not by much. Logan always seemed to get a thrill out of this.

Then he lifted back up his head and leaned up and forward, first kissing the other's chest, then both cheeks, followed by his forehead, and finally right on the mouth of the other. His lip ring managed to slide inbetween the other's lip rings when he kissed the other. It wasn't some innapropriate, overly sensual kiss, it wasn't all chaste either. It was one of the few ways that told Logan, even if it was subtle, how he felt. Always there was a very strong, buzzing feeling accompanied by that. After a moment or two, he pulled back, smiling softly at the other. Lovely.

"How are you doing?"

Logan didn't mind the got feeling wherever his angel's eyes lingered, as he was a bit cold. A faint half-smile etched itself across the human boy's lips. The right corner of his mouth raised up slightly as Jibril strode across the room and then got on his knees for him. It was something Jibril always did, but Logan took great satisfaction in it.

When Jibril kissed him on the lips, he did not return the kiss but simply just stood there, nearly shivering at the buzzing feeling of Jibril being near him. It was more intense than it should have been, with Jibril's lip ring sliding in between the two lip rings that clung to his lower lip.

Logan didn't answer the question, just simply looked up at his angel in silence for a moment. He shook his head just a little bit, as if clearing a thought.

"You look good when you smile, you know." Logan pulled his shirt out slightly, as if to show Jibril his name in Logan's neat and -dare I say it- pretty handwriting. "Look. I made this with you in mind."

Jibril's smile brightened, if just for a moment, when the other complimented him. then, as his Master bid him, he looked over at the shirt. His smile turned into a grin and he chuckled. He had notcied it, but hadn't paid much attention to it. Surprise surprise.

"I can see that."

He lifted his arm, turning it so his tattoo was visible. The one that had 'LOGAN' in big bold letters. He got it after he returned Logan to Criss.

"I got this with you in mind."

A sort of grin, not of self-satisfaction, but becuase of the fact it was so obvious that the both of them were pointing out such obvious things. He looked up at Logan than swallowed, he couldn't take it much more. It was sort of a lurch and he had his strong arms wrapped around Logan's waist, head nuzzling into the other's chest as he breathed in the other's scent. How he had missed the feeling so much. It felt like his heart was swelled twice it's normal size and the feeling...pure ecstacy.

"I've missed you...so much."

Logan half-smirked, the right corner of his mouth lifting once again. "That, I didn't see," Logan admitted, feeling, for a brief moment, simply happy, "but it looks lovely on you." He was almost teasing. To anyone other than Jibril, it might have been a shocker to see Logan acting... normal.

Logan allowed himself a soft laugh, nearly stumbling backwards as Jibril wrapped his arms around his waist so suddenly. That buzzing feeling was even more intense when Jibril had his arms wrapped around him. "Whoa, whoa. Easy killer."

He reached out a hand, ruffling those soft pink curls, his fingers wanting to tangle themselves in his lovely hair. He pulled his hand back soon afterwards, however.

"I've missed you too."

Jibril chuckled even more so, not minding the name. He simply nuzzled more into Logan's chest, looking up at the other with his bright green eyes that were simply dancing with joy. He loved the feeling of Logan's fingers in his hair and one could almost feel the dissapointment when the hand was removed.

"Glad you missed me, but that could be easily solved by you coming to visit me!"

An mischevious look and a gentle push and now Jibril is nearly laughing, almost sitting on Logan, having pinned him down. He huffed and sniffed, making a face that a spoiled child would wear if they didn't get what they want. He leaned up, nuzzling the other's neck.

"You never visit me anymore Young Master, it breaks my heart, really."

A kiss is placed, and he scootches back, bum sort of in the air as he rests, looking up into the other's eyes, his head on the chest of Logan.

"Are you trying to make me feel bad, Jibril?" he asked, more than half teasing this time.

When Jibril gently pushed him back and pinned him to the ground, while Jibril was almost laughing Logan already had been laughing.

"If you are, it's working. I'm really sorry."

He smiled at Jibril as he laid his head on his chest.

"Lay on the guilt, why don'cha?" But he was still smiling.

"I should visit you more often, I know."

"Yes, yes I am Logan..."

It was the way he said Logan, he seemed to pure it out, treat it delicately as if it was glass, and taste it like it was a sweet. He cherished the other's name. Becuase it was his Master's name. No other Logan would be so amazing or special becuase they aren't his Master. He nuzzled the other's chest again, dow at his belly button where he then pressed his mouth agains the soft flesh of the other and blew, making a raspberry without all that ucky spit and funny faces.

A sly look up to the other and he scooched up, grinning, half-laying on Logan. He was cherishing the feel of the other's body - and using every bit of his will power not to do something he might regret.

"Yes, yes, you should visit me more often, you give more attention to your victims than you do me!"

Another sniff and his eyes got bigger, a little pout on his purty mouth.

"Don't you give at least a little damn about me?"

Of course it was a joke, seeing as he was about to burst out laughing. He knew Logan cared for him.

Logan looked down at Jibril, wanting to taste his own name like Jibril said it. He almost felt it, each of the letters sliding off of his angel's pretty pink lips. He shivered very faintly at his soothing tone of voice. No other person could make him shiver in such a way.

"Hey, hey now," he began to protest, but then stopped as his angel's lips met his skin. It was an odd feeling, and he laughed softly.

"Oh, come now Jibril... you're not jealous now, are you?"

Logan couldn't help but laugh once more. "Surely you jest. I do give a damn about you and you know it. You're just saying that to make me feel bad. To get my sympathy. My... attention."

His laughter had died out and a smile slowly crept onto those beautiful, warm lips of his.

"Yes, yes, yes. I am extremely jealous."

Jibril scooched up even more, his body pressed against Logan - though it seemed as if he didn't mean to - and he layed his head on the shoulder of the other, burying his face into the crook of the other's neck.

"So very, very jealous that my Master does not show his love..."

His voice was a murmur, mouth and lip ring pressed against the other's soft neck and Jibril was breathing slowly, taking in deeply the scent of the other. How his heart was fluttering.

"I'm only a little Angel who does not have a care in the world but to to simply please, satisfy, and love his Master."

"You make yourself out to be so... innocent," he breathed in an almost whisper. "So...deprived of love," the words slipped from his lips, as if water flowing gently.

Logan's arms slowly and almost instinctively wrapped around Jibril's bare back.

"But... you forget you have me. that you love me... and I'm here."

Logan's voice was now a murmur as well, soft and smooth, and his words were almost slurred together. The feeling of Jibril being so very close seemed to give his mind a pleasant drunkenness unlike anything he'd ever experienced.

"And I've got you. All. to. myself."

The words were so softly spoken they were probably inaudible. He knew that Jibril would hear them, though. He seemed to never miss a word he said.

Jibril's lips began to slowly widen into a smile, and they kept on widening and windening until he could no longer stretch them to smile. His heart was bursting with a lovely feeling, his head was dizzy and he snuggled more so into Logan. Oh how beautiful this emotion was. Love? Adoration? Both? Whatever it was, it made him want to cry from the warm, loving feeling he was experiencing.

"I do love you. So very much, it hurts for you to be away, like a hole, an aching pain in my heart."

Oh goodness. So mushy, so cute, so Jibril. He kissed Logan's neck.

"Yes, I am yours. All yours. Every bit and part and peice of me. My mind, my soul, my heart...my body."

His arms entwined under the other's body, rubbing the side and back and head of his little Master. So young yet so amazing already. All his. Mineminemine. Repeated over and over again in his head. Criss could never be as close to Logan and he is, and Jibril allowed his dark emotions to take pride in that. Yes, yes, yes. All his.

Logan looked into Jibril's beautiful eyes for a moment and seemed to get lost in all of the colors. It was like a high that he couldn't and didn't want to come down from. He sighed very softly, staring intently into his eyes. He held Jibril so close to him, tightening his grip.

"Do you really love me, Jibril... like I love you?" Confident, cocky Logan was doubting himself.

"Then... if you are mine... if every part of you belongs to me... would you not pull away from me...? Would you... want me, not because I tell you to...?"

Logan was tempted to close his eyes and relax, to give into the gentle rubbing that Jibril was giving him. But he didn't. He tried to pull his angel closer, so that their lips were merely inches apart.

"Of course I do."

After Logan's question. It wasn't overly quick or defensive. He was sure of himself.

"More than anything."

He swallowed though, deeply, when the next comment was made. What was this Logan was saying. His mouth opened as he allowed Logan to pull him up, energy and feelings were ping ponging inside of him - heart racing and hormones building. Yep, he's still got it. His breath came out rather shaky and he could not stop shaking ever so slightly, he was holding himself back. He wanted his Master so badly.

"Yes Master. I want you without you telling me to, I want you more than anything in this life, more than memories, more than my past, I'd want you even if you did not want me..."

A pause and he looked down at Logan, green eyes burning with love, adoration, need, want, and...lust.

"I want you more than just becuase you are my Master, I want you becuase you are Logan."

He felt the barrier between them shatter as he leant forward, and kissed Logan deeply, his tongue slipping into the smaller, luscious mouth and his whole body moving up, covering Logan's completly.

"I..." he began, trying to say something, though was silenced by his angel's lips so close to his own, his angel's tongue in his mouth. For a few moments, he'd forgotten to think about what was happening, and also to breathe. Then again, since when did Logan logically think about anything he did? Also, it was impossible to breathe with Jibril around. Who wasn't completely at a loss for breath at the sight of Jibril? Dare he think... he took his breath away?

Logan's fingernails lightly grazed the taller man- sorry, angel's- back. He kissed Jibril back, though with not as much... passion. He was... teasing? He allowed his own tongue to snake into the angel's mouth, and gave a little bit more than gentle bite to Jibril's tongue.

It was a slightly... harsh, possessive reminder. t said: You. are. my. property. You belong to me.

Or, in other words... Logan's way of saying 'I love you'.

(Neee. Sorry for not replying for a while. *looks contrite.*)

(( :comes up from behind and nibbles on neck: <3 At least you finally did post! >> ))

Jibril would be shocked if he knew he really got many people's attention. He thinks they want to avoid him becuase he looks creepy or scary or, well, something they don't want to be around. His mind wouldn't even register if he knew he 'stole' Logan's breath, that thought would be a little too overhwleming for him. wonderfu, but overhwleming. His heart might pop or something.

Teasing. Oh how Jibril despised being teased, it only made him want something even more. to prove that he ground up into Logan, arm wraping around the lower body of Logan and the other onto his neck. He recognized the not-quite-so-gentle bite, shuddering slightly and bowing his head slightly, pulling away from the kiss. After all, Logan does ned to breath doesn't he? Jibril does too, but he doesn't care quite that much.

Jibril's eyes looked down into Logan's face, higlighting it with green. His eyes were glowing more brightly than Logan had ever seen. They were practically gleaming. Needless to say, it was lovely,, it looked like a whole universe, pink and yellowflecks like stars. there were so many emotions too, might possibly be overwhelming for Logan to look at. How can he love Logan so much? Jibril's eyes were filled with thatemotion, love, adoration, want, need, lust...the list could go on and on. You can seem to read his emotions, but Logan would never know the turmoil that was in Jibril's head right now. So many thoughts and emotions, the reprocutions of doing this. All was forgotten when his eyes focused and looked into Logan's.

Beautiful.

Jibril's body was getting warm, very warm, but not blazing hot. The hand that was around the other's waist slinked up under the other's shirt, rubbing up the boy's back. And once against he lowered his mouth onto Logan's, he was getting slightly dominate, after all, I don't think Logan would be on top in this situation, hm?

((Eep! *is nibbled on. turns around and huggles.* Yepyep.))

"Jibril," he managed to breathe, icy blue eyes focusing on Jibril's green eyes. He inhaled and exhaled, breathed all of Jibril in. Felt him. Wanted him. Shuddered in his presence. Got lost in him.

"Jibril, I..."

He surrendered to the touches, all of them, and to his dominance. Who is who's master again?

Just before their lips touched again, he managed to say in a slightly breathless whisper, "...love you."

(Eep. Short. Sorries.)

(( Hee! <3 :nibble: Be creative right now! xD I need you to! ))

Jibril's heart soared once again. Jibril knew Logan cared for him, and he loved to here him say it. He didn't need Logan to say it, but he loves hearing Logan's voice tell him that. But one knows words alone will not satisfy Jibril forever. He needs touch, Logan's touch, especially now.

Both of Jibril's hands were under Logan's shirt now, carefully pulling it up and off of the boy. Yes, boy. But Jibril doesn't care aboout age anymore, humans will always be younger than him. Age is just a number now, it is experience that truly counts, how much they have gone through. Logan has had plenty of experiences, he is old enough in Jibril's mind.

He tossed the shirt carefully onto his couch, the soft carpet under them a perfect cushion for now, and removed his mouth from the other's with a bite to the lips. He began to place hot kisses all over Logan's face, and moved onto his neck, licking and suckling. Hickies will be everywhere by morning. He moved onto the chest of the other.

His hot breath against Logan's cooler chest as he brought his tongue around it, and - careful not to get his lip ring caught on the nipple ring - encased his mouth around the other's nipples. He was feeling insanely createful, Logan was his muse, his inspiration.

Just as he'd previously surrendered, he let Jibril pull the shirt from his back. The one that had Jibril's name bleached on the front. He didn't even struggle or move in such a way that would disallow Jibril to remove the shirt.

When Jibril removed his lips from Logan's, Logan repositioned his hands so that his nearly claw-like nails dragged slowly down his angel's back, tearing the skin. They dragged back upwards, and Logan's fingers tangled themselves in those perfect pink curls. He let his hands stay there for a moment, tugging so very gently. He let out a tiny shudder at his angel's hot, pleasant kisses. Jibril was bigger, in sense of height and that he was toned. His frame, though sturdy, was still smaller and skinnier. His skin was cooler, paler. The other's breath against his skin felt so... good.

He ran his fingers through Jibril's curls, his fingers escaping from his hair to once again reposition themsleves on his face, fingers underneath Jibril's jaw on both sides. He pulled his jaw up so that he'd pull on the nipple ring, then let his fingernails graze his neck lightly.

He breathed.

(Meep. Not so creative. I tried. *hides.*)

(( :cough: Still hot and tasty :winks: Gods, no wonder why they call kids Logan's age 'jailbait' - he makes Jib so...RAWR! Get it? :winkwink: xD;;; ))

Jibril's back arched and his chest pressed down on the other, only bringing them even closer. And right after the skin was opened, it closed immediately, regeneration ability working as quickly as a the fingers of Jibril. Those fingers right now were rubbing down the boyish figure of Logan and onto his belt, undoing it with great haste and tossing that aside, his own quickly following. Now he just had his pink socks and pants on, and Logan just his pants, socks, and boxers.

The fingers in his hair felt so good, and he gave an approving purr-like growl, rough but soothing. Jibril smirked to himself as Logan tried to tip his jaw up, nono Logan, you teased Jibril too much. He continued to tease the other, nipping and suckling, moving to the other and back and forth. Then finally he did grab onto the nipple ring - pulling up hard - but not hard enough to cut or rip the precious porcelain flesh of his Master.

After tugging on both rings, his mouth left them and trailed downwards with nips and kisses, down onto his bellybutton. There he had fun, playing arounf with his tongue dipping in and out of the small thing. It amused Jibril to no end. But he'd pla around another time. A nip below the bellybutton and then he pulled on the pants of the other slightly. His quick fingers had unbuttoned and unzipped it - boxers were now revealed.

His body wormed up the other's grinding hard but gently, as to not break the delicate body. His mouth once again found Logan's, but his hands? They were busy, slipping into the boxers and exploring unknown ground, fingers pressing and doing what one's imagination would want to happen. But all of it is no doubtedly pleasant.

((XDDDD That's so wrong. *thwaps but then huggles tightly.*))

Logan let out a soft noise when Jibril pulled on his nipple rings, almost like a sort of silky sounding moan. He clutched his angel's shoulders, even as he moved down and started nipping and kissing his flesh. Downward. His skin was starting to warm. He felt somewhat lightheaded, but didn't fight the feeling.

He shuddered and gasped ever so slightly before Jibril found his mouth again, and then he moaned louder, even as he was being kissed.

His own hands traveled down Jibril's body, unbuttoning and unzipping the pants. They were the only article of clothing left on Jibril other than his socks, and Logan somehow managed to pull them at least half of the way off.

(Curtain call now or in your post, methinks.)

(( Owie! :rubs head: XD Say good-bye to your virginity Logan o_o;;; ))

Logan is not the only one who is light-headed, Jibril too, felt the same. But something else was growing in his chest, it was taking over him, want, need for Logan. He pulled away from the kiss when the ohter began to pull his pants off, bright eyes dancing in their sockets. A low, rumbling growl emitted from his throat, mouth closed but then it opened. Sharp canines and white teeth were seen as he threw his head back and then forward, clamping at biting down hard on Logan's neck, marking the boy as his.

He slipped the other pants off and managed to kick his pants and socks off before postioning himself properly. Its an exhilerating feeling actually, knowing that he's the one who is truly claiming Logan. Another low growl, and he removed his mouth from Logan's neck, licking up the wound and the blood - he didn't heal it though, becuase it is his mark. Sure, its a little barbaric, but it works.

He was almost shaking, self-control at a max. He has to be gentler with Logan; he could break the delicate hman body so easilly, and while he can heal it just as easilly, it probably wouldn't be the most pleasant feeling. Suddenly his thinking stopped and he paused in mid-lick. No more thikning. Just do it. He shifted slighlty, in between Logan's legs and then clamped his mouth down on the crook of the other's neck. Gods help him, he thinks he's going to cry. And that was it, no more thinking, just doing.

(( Curtain Call!!!!! think it took long enough? <3 ))

(XD Noooo. I could've drawn that out for many more posts. <33 It would have been pointless, though. ^^ Just one question... what's next? Fast forward to next morning or something?)

(( Of course! But that would have been a tad bit innapropriate :giggles: And yes, it is morning. ))

It was warm.

That is all Jibril knew as he lay in his bed, tangled limbs wrapped in Logan's as they lay facing each other. Somehow or someway, they ended up in his bed, probably Jibril bringing him in here after Logan fell asleep in the living room. Jibril was feeling most overjoyed and contented, his arms around Logan and his face level with the collarbone of the other. Bright green eyes looked up in adoration, taking in the innocent looking face of his Master. His Master. He looked over the now healing bite mark on the other's neck. A surge of delight rushed through him. Yes, he had claimed Logan, Logan was his now. His and his only.

He lifted his pale hand that lay on the other's hip, now brushing it lightly through the hair of the other. Beautiful. That hardly described Logan, Jibril believed. The tusseled hair, the pink marks all over his chest and neck, and the rather content but tired expression on his face. It fit Logan perfectly. Jibril was lost in pleasure just simply being like this, wrapped in the arms of Logan.

The king sized bed was soft and warm, silk and velvet sheets making seas of silvers and deep royal reds. The pillows were big and plush, most comfortable, and the mattress, while firm, was cusioned comfortably. All in all it was a place where Jibril felt comfortable - with the heavy velvet red curtains surrounding it - and was not willing to go anywhere anytime soon. Especially not now, not with with precious person in his arms - he'd rather lay like this all day.

(*smiles innocently.* Jes' a /teensy/ bit. *gringrin.*)

Warm. Though, not too warm. Logan didn't notice.

Asleep and content in his quiet, dreamless slumber, Logan's arms were wrapped around his angel's body. He was at peace. Quietly and gently breathing, he lay unclothed, facing his angel. He had shifted in his sleep.

Peace... if such an emotion existed, this must've been it.

Though, the dreamless state had not yet lasted, and eyelids pulled gently away from tired blue eyes. He was numb, his body and mind tired, yet he didn't care.

It was morning. Logan never slept this late. He was clinging to Jibril, breathing.

Breathing. Living.

He was awake.

Breathing, gentle, soft and warm breath on his angel's body.

He said nothing.

Jibril smiled gently, ever so gently, when the other opened his tired blue eyes. His own bright green ones were toned down by lack of stress, contentment, and the fact they were half-lidded. He was purring too, in a way. A deep, rough yet soft noise from the back of his throat. He was so happy to be with his Logan.

A small kiss was placed on the middle of the other's chest as he looked up, smiling softly. His heart was content, filled, and oh so warm. He felt like a happy, soft, Angel puffball so soft and warm and comfortably molded against his Master.

Happyhappyhappy.

Logan didn't say anything, but he didn't need to.

"Alive are we?"

Voice so soft, deep, hoarse and rough, yet gentle and tender as the hand that is now running through Logan's hair and twining the soft locks around his slender fingers. There was a touch of amusement mixed in with the adoration this time; he is teasing Logan who is no doubtedly very much exhausted.

There came a soft noise that barely broke through Logan's lips. He was smiling, gently and weakly. The noise must've been a faint hint of something meant to be a laugh.

"You're so funny, Jibril," he answered softly and lazily, his eyes closing once again. He was awake, still, and snuggled closer to his angel, laying his head on the crook of his neck.

(Bahshort.)

Jibril gave a deep chuckle that made his whole body feel like it is vibrating against the other's. Already there was that buzzing feeling of his aura, which probably only added even more pleasure to the sensation.

"I am glad to see you smile...you are so beautiful when you do so..."

He smiled and kissed the other's neck.

"And I'm not saying that to be cliche and mushy...smiling makes your pretty face even more tempting...though it is a bit different from your trademark scowl..."

Another chuckle and he kissed gently against where the bitemark was on his neck. Surely Logan could remember that wound - the only one Jibril isn't healing.

All Logan could do was continue to smile very gently.

"Tempting? Mm... Jibril dear, I am a bit too tired for that. I suppose I should stop, then." The words were murmured very softly, and he chuckled again, holding on to Jibril tighter.

"Mm... Jibril, I love you."

Of course he remembers the mark. It would be the only mark on his body that he was really proud of.

"And I understand that perfectly. But no more smiling would make me unhappy..." He stuck his lower lip out slightly, pouting adorably, a rather amusing expression on the scarred face of the Angel. "You wouldn't wan to make me unhappy, now would you?"

He smiled softly then, kissing the other's nose.

"I love you more...so much more..."

Spoken so softly and tenderly. Jibril's eyes softened. Logan would never understand how much the Angel absolutely loved Logan, it tore him apart inside when he thought of that, and even now tears welled up in his eyes. But he didn't notice at the moment, too caught up in his thoughts of the other.

"Oh, of course not. I'd never want to make you unhappy." Eyelids peeled back from blue eyes once again, and he blinked, looking into Jibril's eyes as his nose was kissed.

"Do you...?" He asked, doubtful of that.

He reached up a tired hand, untangling it from the embrace to wipe the tears from his angel's eyes.

"Are you okay...?"

Jibril looked hurt when Logan showed obvious doubt, it was like a smack across the face. He sighed and looked down. A child could never know what it is like to be this passionately in love with someone. But he nodded anyways and looked back into Logan's eyes, his own burning with that amazing, too strong, to overwhelming look of pure love and devotion. Because that is all he felt for Logan no matter what the boy does.

"Nothing is wrong, in fact, everything is so right...so perfect - too perfect."

He sighed, pulling the other as close as he can get to his body, tears freely falling now.

"It only saddens me that you'll never understand how much I do love you..."

"Jibril, I..." He took his thumb and pushed Jibril's tears out of his eyes, frowning. He felt so... guilty for Jibril's tears. Because they were his fault.

"I didn't mean it that way," he whispered. "Please... don't misunderstand."

"I wasn't saying... Jibril, you might be right... maybe I don't understand. I probably don't... But I... try."

"What I meant... was not in questioning... if you loved me... but if you could ever love me more than I love you." His voice was quiet, soft, and held a thick, uncharacteristic sadness.

He kissed his angel's cheek, frowning.

Guilty.

Jibril's eyes immediately softened, everything, and once again his aura was soft and comforting, no longer protective of himself. He nuzzled into Logan's neck, kissing and then kissed the other's mouth softly.

"I'm sorry...I didn't mean to take it the wrong way..."

He couldn't stop the flow of tears, sniffling gently and looking up adorably at Logan. He was smiling too, that smile that he reserved for Logan; playful, teasing, and full of love. There might have been only a few others he gave that smile too - but they aren't in his life anymore.

Only Logan.

"Don't apologize. It's my fault."

He sighed but smiled afterward, just for Jibril. Logan never smiled and really meant it. Ever. Except in front of Criss, and he didn't smile at him like he smiled for Jibril.

"I really do love you, though." He murmured weakly, placing a gentle kiss back on Jibril's lips, snuggling back into him.

"Don't forget that."

His eyes fluttered closed again.

Jibril's eyes had closed almost completely, a small shred of green still visible. He wrapped his arms around the other, pulling the squishy, cool comforter up past their waists once more.

"...love you too..."

He smiled at the small kiss, resting his head against Logan's.

"...never ever forget...that..."

He too was tired, and while not all willing to go back into dreamland, it was probably best and so he too slipped off.

[End]