Enjoy

Title: Enjoy
Author: londonbelow
Pairing: Gabriel/Simon
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They are not mine. I just took em out for a spin one evening. Lyrics (in italics) from Enjoy, by Bjork.

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I wish: I want to stay here

He stared into the other man’s eyes; they were the color of the sky as it fades into the horizon, warm and soft and so blue that it took away his breath. There were memories in those azure orbs, enough memories for a thousand thousand humans. Memories of the earth being born, of the first War in Heaven, of Satan’s downfall and the temptation of Adam and Eve. Memories of himself that he saw reflected back at him, of what he once was. The angel of death, Gabriel, tall and slender, a mixture of pale skin and black hair and deep blue eyes. As he watched, the image of himself shifted; now his skin was no longer merely pale, it was frosted over, as though with a sheet of crystal. His eyes were gleaming chips of glacial ice, pride and triumph flickering in their depths like caged lightening. His hair was the color of darkness, ravens, death; a blue sheen coated every strand as curled to his shoulders. He was an ice sculpture, perfect and untouchable.

I wish: this be enough

He shifted his feet and his reflection melted. He stood as before, naked and silent, but now there was life to his image. His skin burned incandescent with moonlight, shades of pale chasing each other up and down his lean figure as his eyes danced, leaping points of blue fire. They glittered eagerly in lust, his mouth twisted with a triumphant leer. It glistened like blood against the moonburnt oval of his face. His hair was a cascade of midnight around and across his features. It was blacker than night. Blacker than sin.

I wish: I only love you

He smiled, the muscles of his face twitching upwards. His mirror image smiled back at him, reaching out its arms until its long, cold fingers met the fingers of another. Another angel. The smile vanished, but the silent story playing out refused to be paused. A cloud of hair so red it seemed alight and skin the creamy shade of white rose petals; yes, it could only be one person. Simon. They stood, skin against skin, mouth to mouth, fingers entangled in each others’ hair. Gabriel remembered the feel of Simon’s close-cut beard against his face, harsh in comparison to the wisps of fire that mingled with his own black locks. Simon, his friend, his confidant, his companion. His lover and polar opposite, steady and strong to his elemental nature.

I wish: simplicity

The figures writhed in Simon’s eyes, gasping soundlessly as their bodies rubbed and slid together. Gabriel remembered the sensation of the other angel’s flesh, soft and cool, soothing the burning under his skin. Their legs intertwined, hands groping and prodding frantically, building each other to another earthshattering mutual orgasm. He watched sadly, aching for Simon’s being, for the other angel’s sweetness to wash away the bitter, scorching hatred that ate through his blood and bones. He missed those simpler times, when all they had wanted was each other. When all they had needed was each other.

Look at the speed out there
It magnetizes me to it
And I have no fear
I’m only into this to

The mirror angels shuddered and thrashed, androgynous bodies rocked with wave after wave of mind numbing ecstasy so strong that it boardered on agony. He could almost feel Simon’s skin now, muscles constricting under their satin covering as he was seized by a full body orgasm. He wanted the other angel’s arms around him; his skin was crackling with lust, trying to crawl straight off his body and wrap around Simon’s, trapping him forever, marking him. He reached out and brushed under the warm blue eyes; the other angels dissipated, whirling into the black hole of Simon’s pupil. They were alone now in the abandoned school house, two figures out of a twisted fairy tale. Snow White and Rose Red, only in this story, in this retelling, one of them wasn’t going to make it. One of them was going to die here and Gabriel knew it wasn’t going to be him. The despair and pain radiating in waves from Simon were silent testimony to the fact that he knew it as well.

Enjoy

Gabriel traced downward with the tip of his finger, caressing Simon’s lips, tracing their perfection. They parted slightly, a puff of warmth escaping from between them. It sent electric shivers up and down Gabriel’s spine; he wanted Simon so badly but there was no time, no energy to spare. He had a mission and only this, his lover…no, former lover…only his former lover, his painfully beautiful former lover, stood in his way.

I wish I’d only look

Simon turned his face, nuzzling into Gabriel’s palm like a cat. He was so smooth, so cool; his eyes had turned white-gray with desire. They peered out at Gabriel from a dense thicket of pale red lashes, fixengringrily on his mouth. He wanted to lean forward, to join with Simon again, to feel the pleasure/pain of their union just one more time. It couldn’t be and he knew it and he wished he had r tor touched Simon and unleashed the emotions that he had thought rigidly under control. Not since the Second War had begun had he felt so open, so raw. Not since the last time he saw Simon, staring at him across a battlefield strewn with the bodies of their comrades. Even from a distance, he had seen the hurt in Simon’s eyes; it shone like a beacon, peircing him straight through the heart. But by then it had been too late. Turning back was not an option.

And didn’t have to touch

He took a step closer to Simon, close enough to feel the warmth from his body. Simon flinched; Gabriel knew he was radiating heat so extreme that it had looped back around and become bitingly cold. Even as Simon drew back, Gabriel pressed forward, touching his lips to the other angel’s, softly. So softly that it couldn’t rightly be named contact. Still, they both felt it as it shot like liquid fire through every nerve ending in their bodies. Simon moaned, the low, breathy sound that had haunted Gabriel’s every waking moment since they’d parted.

I wish I’d only smell this

The heady aroma of arousal rose from the both of them, seeping out of their pores and surrounding them in a cloud of pheremones. Gabriel’s head spun as he gazed at Simon’s half closed eyes. So pale now, so vulnerable. He could see the pulse in Simon’s neck, beating a rhythm in slow counterpoint to Gabriel’s own firestorm of pure lust. His lips sought it eagerly, suckling as though he were a babe and the pulsepoint his mother’s breast. Shivers of desire rocked Simon’s delicate frame; Gabriel wrapped his arms viselike around him, craving the sensation, needing the contact.

And didn’t have to taste

“Gabriel.” Simon’s voice ghosted to his ear, low and strangled. “Gabriel,” he repeated, scraping his teeth gently down the other’s earlobe. “Love.” No. No love, not anymore. He stepped away, detatching himself from Simon as he had so long ago. He knew and he knew Simon knew that it was over. Their gazes locked for a full minute before Simon spoke again. “I loved you Gabriel. You don’t know how much I loved you.” But it wasn’t enough, Gabriel shrieked silently. It wasn’t enough for you, was it Simon? I could never be quite enough for you. No, Simon, you don’t know what love is. *I* loved *you*, Simon. I loved you more than anything. And you left me. You left me to my pain, left me to be alone. Do you know how much that hurt, Simon? No. You couldn’t know. You still have the Word. But I loved you more than that. I loved you more than God, Simon. But your love turbittbitter on my tongue and now all I taste is hatred, Simon. Hatred.

How can I ignore?
This is sex without touching
I’m going to explore
I’m only into this to

Gabriel did not speak, did not make any reply with his eyes or his hands or his body. He stepped forward once more, but with purpose this time. Cold purpose. His lips, slashes of blood against his crystalline skin, touched Simon’s forehead, his mouth, his cheeks. The points of a cross, burned there by icy kisses. Simon was calm, his perfect features set in an expression of forgiveness. Yes, Simon. Forgive me for what I’m going to do to you. Forgive me. “I love you” The words ripped their way out from deep in his chest as his hand plunged hard through Simon’s ribcage. Long, icicle-like fingers curled around Simon’s heart, tore it out and held it aloft as though it were a prize won at a fair. Simon’s eyes started from their sockets. Pain roared through his entire body, radiating out to strike Gabriel with an intensity worth ten thousand couplings. He went rigid with shock, absorbing as much of it as he could. His body convulsed suddenly, seized by pleasure so great that it seared his skin and numbed his body. Simon fell to the floor, eyes already glazing over.

Enjoy

Gabriel arranged Simon’s lifeless body carefully, stretching out his arms so that he formed a crude cross. He stared at the other angel’s face, beautiful even in death. Sighing, he rose and turned, walking away from the corpse. A finger lifted to his lips, air whispered between his teeth. “Shh…” He heard the flames roar to life, consuming Simon’s body. Shh, it’ll be all right now, Simon. You’re safe. Safe. A smile tweaked Gabriel’s lips. And we lived happily ever after, didn’t we Simon? Happily ever after.