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The streets of New York were busy, but it was a welcome pace for Gabriel. Demons liked busy and dirty, there wasn’t a better place for that than `New York. Well, aside from Hell itself.
He strolled down the street, paying no mind to anything else but his phone until he stopped at a crosswalk. It was annoyingly red and he felt like causing some harmless mischief, so he snapped his fingers and the red light turned white. If someone got hit while walking while the traffic light was white, oh well. A soul is a soul, probably dipping down anyways.
He strutted around the cars and a few others did too, but he paid them no mind. He was going to be late to Aziraphale’s shop if he took too much longer, and he was a demon that thrived on fear and productivity. He seemed to be the only one keeping Aziraphale on track, meaning it was best he wasn’t late. He scrolled through the phone again, searching for Aziraphale’s contact when he heard a horn blaring and a human crying out, “ Don’t hit the cat! ”.
He frowned and turned around, lowering his phone, just to see an all white cat trotting after him with a limp on its back leg. He felt a feeling of dread when he saw it and watched the blue butterflies trail after the limping feline, knowing fully well it was his fault. The cat brushed against his leg and he sighed softly,
“Oh Sunshine, what did I say about sneaking up on me?”
The feline looked at him expectantly, then promptly screamed in a very demanding cat way. He snorted in exasperation and set his bag down, letting them climb into the duffel bag before he stood and looked down.
“You’re getting awfully spoiled, having me carry you now.” As if he hadn’t been the reason they’d been bumped by the car in the first place.
The feline in the bag merely mewled loudly in response and settled into the duffle, breathing a bit harder than normal as they sprawled out in the bag. He could see some red amongst the white fur and tried to not let fear get the best of him. He quickly walked a few more blocks and looked at the book shop Aziraphale owned there, but to his surprise it was empty. The owl demon very rarely left the shop, but that worked in Gabriel’s favor this time.
‘Suppose a jackal can get lucky every once and awhile , he thought as he picked the lock and made his way inside. With ease, he had the door opening and he slid inside. Carefully, he shut the door before he rushed to the back of the shop. He set the bag on the floor and opened it, letting a few blue butterflies pop out of the bag.
“Come on, Sunshine. Lets look at your leg.”
The bag didn’t move and Gabriel sighed, tapping on the floor until the little white head perked up.
“ Mrrow?”
He motioned with his fingers some struggle, a bit rusty on his enochian sign language, “Out of the bag, Sunshine.”
The cat looked at him nervously, but then carefully stepped out of his duffle. They kept their rear leg lifted from pain, but then the feline form began to shift and dissolve into a swam of blue butterflies until an angel took its place. Gabriel would never get tired of seeing them transform, but he knew he needed to treat the leg wound.
He motioned with his fingers again, making sure to make eye contact, “Does it hurt, Bee? Leg, you’re leg. Broken?”
Beelzebub sighed softly and signed back, keeping his eyes matched, “Hurts and bleeding, I’ll live.”
Gabriel carefully reached up to guide their hips down onto a crate of books before tapping their pants, “I’m going to take these off.”
Beelzebub frowned, trying to read his lips but not entirely succeeding. It was easy to see what he was wanting, the blonde angel was deaf not daft. They nodded and toed their shoes off before Gabriel yanked their pants off with an unfamiliar urgency. The friction of their slacks hurt from how tight they were, but they knew he needed to see the wound to help heal it. Gabriel didn’t often show a soft side, but he had grown more fond of this angel than he could ever admit. Still, the pain was enough that a swift motion from Bee’s hands had them calling him an ass for the pain.
Seeing the bloody gash on Bee’s leg had Gabriel wincing and he carefully wove his fingers over it, letting the skin stitch itself back together. Gabriel was a demon of languages, but being the brother of Raphael had perks. Usually, he’d need a kiss to learn or pass on a language- however, Beelzebub had left him pining for a kiss since they’d first met, meaning he’d had to learn sign language on his own. It was the first language he’d felt the urge to learn on his own, which had been the start of his relationship with Beelzebub.
After the wound was stitched up, Gabriel gingerly lifted his hand off and gave them a cocky smile. He had a remark at the tip of his tongue, words of a jackal were always sharp, but then Beelzebub leaned in and pressed the softest of kisses against his lips. Gabriel’s whole face flushed red and suddenly every thought aside from their sweet lips left his mind. They pulled back and cupped his cheek before they were pulling their pants back up.
Gabriel keened a bit and leaned back in, his hands fumbling against one another out of desperation instead of uncertainty, “Why now?”
Beelzebub grinned and reached out to briefly pet Gabriel’s face before sitting back, “It felt right.”
Gabriel leaned in again, so many things he wanted to say but he knew it was better to bite his tongue. Beelzebub leaned in to meet him, and Gabriel melted into the warm kisses. The end of the world and Aziraphale could wait, Gabriel could think of nowhere else he’d rather be.