Chapter 25

A couple of days have passed since the meeting with Samael and Lucifer outside the Sanctuary's barrier, but those days – and even Mick's undivided attention in an attempt to make him feel better – didn't help on Kerim's mood. He knew that Seth and even Smaug felt it that something was up with him, but the Angel of Light just smiled at them and said he was going to be okay. But... he wasn't so sure about that himself.

Either way, they all left him alone, but he could still feel their worried eyes and attention on him. It kinda pissed him off at times, but he also understood their side of things.

To distract his mind, he rather focused on his own training and also helped Mick and whoever needed his help in getting stronger and ready for the inevitable battle that seemed to crawl closer and closer as the wheels of fate were turning relentlessly.

Another tactic of the long-haired angel was exhausting Mick sexually too. That way he could lay awake in the heavy arms of the lightly snoring demon and think about his life, the others and everything that was going on in the outside world. And the future. What might happen and in which directions this world can form.

That night he carefully slid out from the tight embrace of his knocked-out man and quietly got dressed. Looking back at the bed, a small smile played on his lips seeing his naked man so dead to the world while Smaug was curled up near his leg, also sleeping soundly. He loved his little family – because they were like that to Kerim – and wouldn't go behind their backs (again), but he had to do this. He had to find some answers to know how to prepare himself...

So with that in mind, he quietly slid out onto the balcony and spread his brilliantly white wings to take off into the night.

During a bit longer flight, he tried not to overthink things and just enjoy the way the wind was caressing his being. He loved to fly, even in this ruined world. Being immune to pollution and radiation had its perks...

After a while – somewhere over the ancient land they called Turkey for a while – he soon started to feel that presence. It drew him closer like a moth to the flame. Soon he spotted the stronghold in the middle of a dry desert, nothing in sight around it for miles, just the unique aura around the place.

As he landed in front of the gate and looked up at its ancient walls, he spotted the symbol of the Gods they were talking about during that meeting. Vega could also feel the presence of their very well-known powers and it made him lower his eyes and sigh bitterly. He was going behind their backs again...

Closing his wings to let them disappear, he tied his waist-long hair together by his nape and let the stronghold's dark gateway swallow up his figure, like a big hungry mouth.

Behemoth: Blow Your Trumpets Gabriel

The pair living inside felt the arriving visitor, of course. Samael was having a lazy night with his husband after all the energy they used up to bring the massive building over the dimensions. He wouldn't have been able to do it by himself, he needed his Light of Dawn and his creating force to open such a gate.

The place felt good to them both. It has been a desert of rocks almost all the time before the burning of the modern civilization too. Being once the mighty state of Troy close to the ancient Sumer Valley made it even more special when it came to energies.

Robb even had his never sleeping suspicious mind turn towards that fact and what powers the stronghold and Samael himself could be charged up with… Then he – like always – felt guilty for having such non-trusting thoughts about his pair.

"Want to have a dinner party?" Samael's playful giggle brought him back from his thinking.

"Why not? Vega feels like he could use some relaxation," he answered getting dressed to welcome the angel who entered the place.

Samael knew well that he had to prove his self-control over his... let's say addiction to destruction and fire. It was stupid to some degree as he was created to be the Angel of Death. A burning seraph, a weapon… He just sighed and prepared the dinner, waiting patiently for Vega to have his sightseeing and wander into the right room.

The angel had no doubt about the fact that his arrival was noticed, but he appreciated the time he was given to take a better look around. Frankly, he was quite surprised. He expected cold and dark stone walls, lots of black and dark and maybe red decorations knowing to whom the stronghold belonged, but the deeper he went, the more modern and clear-out the interior looked. Like in many modern human houses and hotels before the burning of the world.

There were a wide range of paintings on the white – and at some places black – walls from landscapes to fantasy-inspired ones. He even noticed a breathtakingly beautifully made oil painting of Samael on one of the corridors. It maybe could come off as egoistic to some, but as a patron of arts, Vega could also feel the slight mockery and sarcasm in the greatly detailed painting and Samael’s pose in it.

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As he moved along, he saw that the floor was black hardwood at most places and there were some goat and stag skeleton heads and occult and mysterious objects, weapons and shelves filled with such books placed here and there too, but otherwise yes, it was nothing like Vega expected.

He guessed that the place reflected the combined taste of the pair and all the older stuff had to be the things that they have collected or used during their long-long existence.

But... reminding himself on why he was there, he focused on the two strong presences and began walking towards them. He soon ended up in the opened door of a room that seemed to be the dining room with a long black wooden table with carved chairs around it. He could smell some food being made from the adjoining kitchen and his mind already registered that the table was set for three at the further end.

Taking a deep breath, he glimpsed at the present pair and lowering his eyes, he bowed his head with respect. "Greetings, Lucifer and Samael. May I enter and speak with you?" he asked politely, not opting for the very formal way he could have addressed the former angels as he wasn't sure calling them on those old names would offend them or not.

"Come closer, little brother. Have a seat and eat with us," Lucifer smiled at the nervous angel.

His pair was already dancing around with the plates. Somehow when Samael was in a good mood it always appeared to Robb like he was just fooling and sliding around like a goof with soft dancing moves.

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Vega looked up and flashed a small and short smile at them as he nodded. Walking closer, he sized them up both. Robb was already sitting to the right from the head of the table, wearing some black band T-shirt and jeans, while the moving around pair of his was half-naked, wearing only a black pair of jeans, his movements quiet on the floor as he was also barefooted.

While humming some tune to himself, Samael pointed to the left of the main chair and Vega obediently sat down there, resting his hands on his lap, his nearly black eyes moving between Robb's kind look and the moving around Samael.

"Thank you for seeing me so late. I apologize for coming at this time of the night, but I had no other choice," he started, appreciating the warm welcome he got. The nervousness stayed in him, but he was a bit calmer. "There are some things... I would like to talk about."

Samael placed a plate of grilled vegetables and meat before them all and sat at the end of the table, pouring sweet Greek wine to them all.

"I must say I do start to be found of this world myself now. Don't worry angel, it's not really late for us. We are all ears. And anyway... you are like family," he wiggled his brows and handed Vega a filled glass.

"It's... good to hear... I guess?" Vega smiled a bit unsure at Samael from stating he started to like it there. The angel knew that usually Lucifer was the one who roamed the Earthly dimension from the two and that it was no coincidence that Vega's Gods had to help stabilize the grey-eyed man after their Fall.

"Thank you," he said taking the glass and sipped from it. As the familiar taste spread on his tongue – reminding him of his Gods – he glimpsed down at the food, but didn't move to start eating yet.

"I came here because as you know, the secret of my existence and still holding the Light came out. And it was because I fucked up, so it's my own fault. And I'm scared. During the meeting the Gods didn't give a real answer to the question what might happen if... Father answers the call and comes back..." he looked up at the pair in turns. Mentioning their creator could be a touchy subject for most angels who have turned their backs on Him. "I am terrified of that possibility, to be honest. And... I... just couldn't tell this to anyone back in the Sanctuary. So... please, keep this whole visit and what we talk about here between us."

Samael smacked his lips together after drinking and placed his glass down, looking at Robb then back at Vega before he started to speak slow and low. His cheerful lighter self was fading fast and his eyes darkened.

"To be honest... I doubt he will. But very much counting on it." His voice was sharp and clear like a blade. "He had left a very long time ago and not cared about this world anymore. But if he comes, now I am prepared and have my own will. This building of the ancient ones and this land on top of the oldest energy lines will help to face him. It's a personal matter to finish with him," he said cold like a man who sorted his revenge out over and over in delicate details over the centuries.

Before Vega could react anything to that, Robb's slightly pissed voice cut through the heavy silence. Until then he was sitting and eating there in a cheerful yet very much aware and observing way, but that quickly changed.

"I just knew it!" he exclaimed on a slightly growl-y voice, his dark eyes flashing up in red all of a sudden as he looked at his pair basking in his vengeful plan. "And I even felt bad for thinking that the placement of the stronghold was no coincidence. Turns out I was right all along. How many other plans do you have that you STILL keep a secret even from me?" he asked frowning.

"I just want to keep us BOTH safe and so I chose this place. I did not think it was such a big secret," Samael rolled his eyes and stared back into the red eyes of his man. "I said I chose my side with you and the Gods. It's such a bad plan to try to use all we can to have better odds?" As he spoke, more like almost yelled, his fiery aura started to show more around him as he quickly lost his temper and clicked into self-protective mode. No matter how hard he’s been fighting these, the first basic reaction was always something like that. A few thousand years of having to hide every single thought he might have had conditioned him the worst way...

As the pair started their heated argument, Kerim was just sitting there in utter shock and silence and kept taking small sips from his wine. He maybe even slid a bit lower in his chair, keeping his mouth shut like a good little angel should when the big boys are fighting. Frankly, it kinda reminded him of the times Seth and Sotiris were quarreling about something in his presence. The difference was that he knew that pair, now he didn't know what to expect...

"It is not a big secret as even I could figure it out. It's not about the place itself! It's about you excluding me again. I bet you have your revenge planned out to every tiny step and possibility too. Just forgot to involve me in that or other plans of yours. Again. You think I have no thirst for revenge just you? I was cast out the same way like you. And we talked about this soooooo many times... The last time was two fucking days ago after the meeting!" he argued and sighed, shaking his head disappointed. Maybe there ARE things (and people) that won't change, no matter what. Not that he would voice that thought.

"Of course, I planned it out. I had a FEW years to figure it out while I was kept frozen and enslaved until you came for me." By then Samael changed, his skin fiery red and his wings and big curved horns appeared too as he stood up and lapped the table with both clawed hands and groaned. He was trying to hold back his anger over feeling helpless over his emotions and being misunderstood.

"Why can't you see that I want to keep you safe and pay for the both of us? He probably doesn’t give a fuck about any of us and we argue over him like some fucked up abandoned puppies," he yelled then huffed dropping back into his chair and just stared before himself, trying to calm down. "I'm sorry."

In turn Lucifer didn't change further, just his eyes stayed red as he watched in silence as his pair's temper got a better of him. He felt the urge to calm him down and console him, but he was also pissed and disappointed.

Once Samael said he was sorry and a good half-minute was spent in silence, Robb unfolded his arms which he crossed in front of his chest before and leaned forward, closer to his pair. "I know you want to keep us both safe and I appreciate and love that," he said on a softer tone. "I can see that. But why can't you see that we could plan all these things together? Together. As a pair. We are a pair, no? You are my world, my love. I quite literally followed you to the end of the world, haven't I? And I constantly worry about you, because I know you keep planning things behind my back. Like you used to when you had no will of your own and were trapped. But those years are long over. I am NOT our Father. You don't have to hide anything from ME, your pair. We always had each other’s back. That won't change ever..." he added, finally sliding a hand onto the back of a red clawed one still resting on the table.

"I know you are trying hard. Of all beings I know this the most. You just have a fucking thick scull even I couldn't break during all these years. You sneaky fucker..."

Samael looked at the hand over his and turned to look at the little bewildered angel at the other side keeping his big black eyes at them. Slowly he turned back and sighed.

"I am still trapped... Now I can't go out for at least a day," he scoffed but it sounded and looked more like a defense mechanism of a man that regretted how he acted. "I am trying. And so…" he cleared his throat looking the handsome gray-eyed man again, aiming his words at Vega. "We will deal with your Father, my dear brother-in-law if the time comes. WE will have plans," he said the last looking back to Robb and then picked up his fork to stay in silence and eat.

Lucifer thanked and gave his pair a small proud smile and lightly squeezed his hand in agreement before letting it go and picking up his wine, blinking a few times so that the red hue disappeared from his eyes. Once he drank, he looked at Vega, who had a puzzled expression on his radiant face.

"He meant that because of the spells of RaHoorKhuit, the stronghold won't let my pair out for at least a day. The more he loses his temper and changes to his true form, the longer he is forced to stay in. He can leave only in his human form and temper," he explained while placing his glass down on the table and picked up his fork and knife too to continue eating.

"Excuse the little scene. We are still a work in progress," he tried to joke then his expression returned to serious. "He is right, though. He's still trapped thanks to our asshole of a Father..." he sighed inaudibly.

"I see. I'm very sorry to hear this... And frankly, it makes my fears and problems look small and insignificant compared to this. I'm... well... maybe you two are not the best to mention this to as I don't know how you think and feel about this, but... I just don't want to lose my Light. But maybe I do deserve it in the end..." he mumbled the last sentence into his nearly empty glass then he tossed the wine back and finally began eating too. Kerim couldn't fight the feeling that he was wasting the couple's time and also that he was sneaking behind the backs of those whom he loved. Maybe he was a bad person who would deserve such a punishment...

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The next morning found Paolo watching the rising sun from the arms of his sleeping man. They had an eventful night and the changes in him started to get faster after each mating session. He could feel the warm force of the sun growing inside him. His senses and skills were even sharper and faster than before.

It was a good thing. The way everything seemed to escalate and everyone started to worry made it clear just how close the real battles got by then.

The Nephilim's dreams were mostly pleasant once he fell into a deep exhausted sleep after their very satisfying activities. But slowly his subconscious became more aware of another presence and thoughts that weren't his. As he drifted up to the surface and woke up, he stayed motionless for a few moments, trying to focus while sensing what Paolo was thinking about.

"I can feel and see the changes in you too, you know..." he murmured and moved to kiss into the warm neck of his pair. He loved how much smaller Paolo was and needless to say, he fit right into his embrace. "You ARE special among the angels too... I saw how you fought at the Temple and remember our conversation about how the shamans brought you here... I think... now that we are mated and are both changing... it would be time to tell me exactly how special you are, don't you think?" he asked on a soft tone while watching the sun slowly illuminating more of the world.

Paolo smiled but as Jim spoke, he pressed his lips together and turned in the long arms to face his mate.

"I am very special in being the best to fuck others into oblivion," he grinned very pleased over himself and how Jim rolled his eyes at him. "You know my profession and the high quality level I am working at," he giggled some more while wiggling around and 'accidentally' rubbing himself to him here and there.

Jim grumbled from the rubbing as obviously it felt nice, but as he slid a big hand down along Paolo's naked back and towards the small firm ass, he lightly slapped it.

"Although it's very true as you managed to fuck us both into oblivion last night... nice try in trying to distract me... But it won't work, baby. Sooner or later you'll have to let me in on your secret. And although I won't force you, I would like it if it was sooner rather than later. The end game is coming near. I can feel it in my bones and also see more omens in my dreams too..." he said, holding Paolo a bit tighter to him from those images and leaving his thought open.

Paolo caressed the bearded face and pressed a kiss to Jim's temple. "You can see visions from the future. But the future is always changing until it happens. These are warnings by your senses to help you be prepared and know what to be careful of," he said softly and his small loving kisses moved to the plump lips hidden a bit in the big facial hair and kissed his man deeply.

Meanwhile the gentle loving, he may have moved his thigh around Jim's hips to be able to show him just how ready his body was for some more.

"Yes, Seth has told me that those visions can change as the future depends on many decisions and all..." Jim said in between their kisses, fully enjoying them, of course.

It was still so new and amazing to have his true mate in his arms. It was familiar but also so different from when he was with Corey. And well... in a sense he was still with them and Jim was sure he was smug as fuck from succeeding in getting Jim together with the bald angel...

"You are... No... you have a connection to Sotiris... I can feel that now through our bond..." he mumbled, stroking along the thigh around his hip then dug his fingers into a firm ass cheek, trying to stay focused. This little fucker was the master of distraction for sure... And Jim knew he will have it hard not to let him have his way in the future every time Paolo chooses this weapon against him when he doesn't want to talk about something...

"Ahhh..." Paolo sighed dramatically and gave up. "You are a reincarnation of the first immortal. And I am of the first war chief of the golden angels of the Sun God. We were meant to be together to bring those sleeping skills out in each other. As once the first of our kinds, now too we have great potential. Sotiris is my creator… so to say... He used his force to change angelic creatures and I was the first from his legions," he said all in one breath. Like it was something he rather not talked or thought about. "I am no healing guardian angel. I heal with the power of the benevolent sun. And as it is the sun, I can use it to destroy and fight too. It's just easier to mingle if I say I'm a mixed breed of a guardian angel. And basically I am... like... the sun angels that used to guard the realms of the ancient ones and the humans they cared for too."

From the sudden rush of very meaningful words, Jim froze in the embrace of his pair and just stared at him, even his mouth hanging a bit open from the surprise.

"Wow... didn't expect this... Well, I didn't know what to expect, but this... this is awesome! I mean... wow! I just love how the universe brings together stuff to keep the balance," Jim said truly amazed. "And... it makes sense... why the shamans brought you here as a child and why you are so close to Sotiris... But... why do you hide this? I think it's something to be proud of. Especially if we were mates in the past too. I sure am proud to have such a special and amazing and kinky being as my pair like you..." Jim babbled what came to his mind then blushed a bit at the end. Yes, his feelings towards Paolo were starting to grow and deepen fast. It was easy to see and feel.

The small angel blushed hard. It was really not his thing to turn red from a compliment or two... But his pair said all those things about him, and he could feel just how true everything Jim said was.

"Thanks... We’ve been fighting alongside each other before too, yes. And I hid it because I didn't want too many questions. Sotiris said when the time comes, I will know and will turn fully to who I am. Guess the time is now and with you..."

"Oh, I hope it is now and with me. We both have been through so many shit and changes and sorrow and all that. And we have to save the whole fucking world, so yeah... I'm all in with the evolving thing," Jim grinned then unexpectedly rolled over his angel to cover the small body with his own.

"Maybe we should mate again to make sure we evolve fully..." he winked down at the bald man, his longer hair falling forward as he leaned down to kiss into the warm neck again then planted soft but playful kisses all along Paolo's jawline until he reached his lips.

"Thank you for telling me. I hope the day comes soon when you won't hide this about yourself. But I will keep your secret as long as you want me to," he said, pecking the tip of the cute nose. "So... does this mean there are more of your kind out there?" Jim asked as he started rubbing his obviously ready dick against his man. "You think they will join us in our fight? It would be so epic to see you lead them!"

Suddenly Paolo lost his skill to reply. The way his man used his own trick on him both shocked and turned on the angel.

"Imma... I don't know... When the time comes, all of their legions will be ready… The Gods are working on the army…" he mumbled and moaned not even paying attention to be careful about what he was saying. His legs wrapped around Jim quickly and he moved to make that suggested mating happen fast...

Chuckling from the way Paolo's plan backfired on him, Jim's smirk became a bit smug before he spit onto his fingers to reach down between them and check on the angel. And of course he stored the valuable information about the gods and also the fact that he had the power to make his angel babble out things easier while playing with him. Not that Jim had any doubts that it worked both ways...

Either way, he deemed Paolo still loose enough since their last round so the Nephilim quickly slicked his cock up with more spit and pressed in, drinking in every reaction on the slightly flushed face.

"Fuck... you are so beautiful on my cock..." he murmured more to himself. Because yes, he found Paolo so damn beautiful and alluring ever since their mating that it took some effort for Jim not to get an erection most of the time when he was around. He sure hoped that this would ebb down a bit once their bond and transformation settled because... yeah. It could get awkward easily.

The angel just groaned and pushed his ass against the hard cock, taking it deeper and needing to feel it fully.

"Others say I'm beautiful any way…" he breathed. That was just how long the kinky golden being could hold his antics back. "Now give me that evolving…" he moaned digging his nails into Jim's butt and ground himself to feel more of the dick, very, very ready for the ride…

"You are, you kinky fucker. But even more so on MY dick..." Jim chuckled then moaned feeling the hard dick rubbing against his by then small tummy, loving the nails in his skin. He practically bent Paolo into half as he leaned in for a heated kiss and rammed the last few inches of his cock home.

It was as if his powers were waiting only for that. The runes on his chest began to glow brighter as his energies surrounded the smaller man, coaxing out the golden pair of it. The faster he fucked Paolo, the more it washed over his wonderful being.

"It's so fucking good to be in you..." Jim panted after a minute or two when he was slipping in and out with ease. Then he suddenly slipped fully out just to manhandle his pair onto his tummy. Pulling up the gorgeous ass enough for the angel to kneel up, he was right back in with a satisfied growl and let himself get more and more loose on him.

As much as the smaller man wanted to protest or say something witty, he was swept away by Jim. Quite literally as he turned him around. But Paolo just loved the long body hovering over his and the way Jim pulled him back onto his cock and didn't hold back anything.

The golden force of his was mixing with Jim's power and piercing through his pair, making them more one as their bodies were slapping loudly together, making their pleasure get high fast.

The moment that warm power rushed through Jim, he spread his chestnut leather wings behind him and melted more into one being with his pair. His moans and grunts became more frequent and loud with each deep and powerful thrust and the need to get even closer to his mate was strong in Jim so he made sure he pressed as much of his body against him as possible and began biting and sucking his marks up on Paolo's neck and nape, his mismatched eyes closing from the intense pleasure time after time.

"My Sun Angel... So perfect!" Jim murmured into Paolo's ear right before his body tensed and he came hard, his power exploding out of him to fully melt into one with his pair.

Paolo moaned from the way Jim called him... And from his strong powers and even stronger thrusts of him attacking all of his special parts.

His own huge golden wings spread and his power left him in a big warm wave of light, joining Jim in the blinding bliss the exact time his Nephilim came into him, turning their beings into one united energy, changing them even more.

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