Ashes to Ashes

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The brown-haired young man bit his lip, looking for all the world's like a lost puppy then. He clearly wasn't happy to have Angel see this side of him.

To let Angel be hurt this way.

But that didn't explain why he was doing this. Why he was fooling around with this... this guy that Angel had never heard of. They had been friends nearly all their eighteen years, and this.... lover of his had never been a thing. Never been mentioned.

Not once.

Angel stared at the two, tears pooling at the corners of his eyes. I've been lead on, he thought bitterly. His eyes narrowed, and his tears blurred his vision for a moment. He wiped them away with a sleeve, and took a step back. He couldn't even begin to speak.... His throat had closed and his heart ached with each beat at the sight laid out before him...

Drugged as the others may have made him, he knew this was no hallucination.

Before him lay two males entangled in each other, leaning against the wall and half hidden in Theros's friend's black trenchcoat. They're about to go and fuck, was the first thought that crossed the Hispanic blond's mind.

A tear rolled down his cheek. Then another.

Theros seemed to see this, and pulled out of his deer-in-the-headlights look, a look of concern crossing his face. He made a move to get away from the other man, but he was refused.

The young man that was so horribly involved with Theros, was a sight to behold as admirable as Theros himself -- if Angel cared enough to praise his appearance. He had long light brown hair that fell around the length his breast. It fell straight and in whips here and there, as it was slightly toussled, but was painfully perfect.

His complexion was fair, and when he moved to grab Theros's wrist, Angel saw his skin was lightly tanned. Even in the lower light, it was evident that he, like Theros, was flawless in design. And it only hit him harder when the horrible young man's eyes flashed towards Angel, casting a look of distain for him in those flint-like narrow yellow eyes.

This male, whom he didn't even know the name of, was looking at him as if he were a worm.

"Come on, Theros... That boy is nothing to compared to who you are.... to who we are -- or have you forgotten that so quickly?" The cattish voice came from Theros's shoulder, where the male now stood. He was considerably shorter than Theros, but tall enough to set his chin on the other's shoulder.

Angel stared at the two, still dumbstruck. He sniffles, unable to avoid his own tears as they came freely. He felt cold -- not from any spirits that came through this odd pocket of space, not even from the cool night breeze -- but chilled from... this.

Theros looked back at his shorter partner, a longing look in his blue eyes. But his gaze hardened and his jaw clenched, and the darker brunette pulled away from his partner. "No... he's not anything compared to us...." He growled, and the smaller shrank back some but cast Angel another glare, before meeting Theros's gaze needily. Before he could speak, Theros spoke out again, voice a low hiss. "And he will never be how we are -- or were. But that's why I'm drawn to him. He's not like us, and he's--"

"Not like the others~?" The yellow eyed male drew his thin lips up in a smile. "You've said that over and over again, Theros... but that's the thing. He's just like others. The only difference is that you are his."

"I believe that those chains of responsibility for him have twisted you, Theros... but I'd never fall like that... especially with you in the same lot as the rest of us this time!" The male dropped his smirk for a deadly glare sent towards the blond, and let go of Theros's arm. As Theros shuffled to block the other off, Angel flinched, dropping to the floor with a bout of fever and chills -- a terrifying mix that hit him like a wall.